50 SHADES of EROTICA: Mega Collection of 50 Erotic Stories

by Lexi Hunt

  “I’m going to take the kids over to Mom’s for the weekend,” she whispered, “I want you to cancel the reservations for tonight baby…tonight I want you to fuck Melissa for me.”

  Hal was shocked wide awake. “What the hell?” he asked. “What makes you think Melissa will want to fuck me?”

  “Give me a break Hal,” Brenda said wryly, “for god’s sake, she flaunts her tits at you every chance she gets and she’s all but naked when she comes over to babysit. I know for a fact she shows you’re her pussy every chance she gets and she rubs all over you. What does she have to do, get down and blow you or give you a written invitation?”

  Hal stared at his wife. “And what are you going to do while I fuck her?”

  “I’m going to watch from the closet until I decide if I want to play too,” Brenda said archly, lifting her toy and licking at the tip. “I might just stay in there and watch, or I might come out and cheer you on.” She gave him a wicked smile. “Or I might just come out and fuck her myself.”

  Hal shivered. Whatever the hell had gotten into Brenda, he wished he could bottle it…he’d be able to retire.

  Melissa showed up promptly at seven o’clock, dressed to kill as she always was. Her tank top was cut high on her flat belly and her breasts held the thin tee shirt material away from her skin. Tonight she was even barefoot. “Hi Mr. Tomkins,” she said in a playful voice. She leaned back against the doorpost, in no rush to go inside to meet Brenda. She loved teasing this good looking man…she loved it when his cock swelled inside his pants when she teased him, and she wished she could get him alone for a while. He made her hornier than the guys at school did.

  “Brenda’s not here right now Melissa, there’s been a change of plans,” Hal said, “would you like to come in so I can explain it to you? Would you care for a drink?”

  Melissa’s face brightened, and her voice became softer, more seductive. “Your wife isn’t home?” she asked, her hand going to the front of his shirt.

  “Uh, no, she should be back in forty minutes or so.”

  “Sure Mr. Tomkins,” she drawled, “I’d love a drink.” The back of her small hand grazed the front of his fly as she swayed past him, her delicate bare feet touching the floor soundlessly.

  Hal closed the front door and followed the sexy teen into the living room. He walked over to the bar and brought out a soft drink and a bottle of juice. “What would you like, soda or orange juice?”

  Melissa slid one hand beneath her middie tee shirt and cupped a breast, raising the hem of her middie perilously close to exposure level. “Could you make it a little something stronger Mr. Tomkins? Please? Just this once.” The hem of the shirt rose, exposing just the tiniest pink sliver of areola.

  Hal’s cock was hard as concrete, and Brenda, naked in front of the computer in the study was watching the screen of Hal’s computer, which displayed several screens from different high resolution cameras placed at random through the living room. The one she had brought up showed the minor exposure of a part of Melissa’s nipple, and Brenda was fondling her own breasts as she watched.

  Hal poured perhaps a half ounce of rum in a whisky tumbler, added two ice cubes, and filled the tumbler with the cola. He took a straight triple shot of the Captain Morgan and her drink, setting them down on the coffee table before sitting down beside her. He crossed his legs to hide his growing erection. “Melissa,” he began. She leaned forward to get her drink, making sure Hal had a clear view down the front of her shirt. Her breasts were breathtaking, tipped with now hard pink nipples. Her saucy grin showed that she knew he had seen what she wanted to see.

  “Why waste any more time Mr. Tomkins?” She gave him a sexy smile and lifted the middie tee shirt over her head, miraculously not spilling her drink in the process. “If your wife is going to be home in forty minutes or less, I want you to fuck me now…” She set the drink down and slid her shorts off. Naked and shaved smooth, Melissa lay back on the couch and began to stroke between her spread legs.

  “You don’t waste any time, do you?” Hal asked, nonplussed.

  “You didn’t give me much time to work with,” Melissa said, sucking her finger into her mouth and then slowly slipped it inside her glistening pussy.

  “I was going to approach this a little more delicately,” Hal said, “but since we’re being so direct Melissa, my wife is desperate for me to fuck you.”

  “Oooooh! Does she want to just watch or does she want to play? She’s got a helluva hot body,” Melissa cooed.

  “Both,” Brenda said from the door. Hal and Melissa turned to see Brenda, her nude body taut and her nipples rigid, her excitement clear as it dripped down the inside of her thigh.

  Melissa simply stood up and opened her arms.

  Hal watched the two of them come together…the raw, untamed hunger Brenda had displayed earlier in the day displayed again in her feasting on Melissa’s lips and breasts. Melissa matched her kiss for kiss, the sparks between the two fiercely aggressive females almost visible in the dim light of the living room. Brenda squeezed Melissa’s nipple between her fingers, and Hal actually winced at the force Brenda was using, but Melissa cried out in joy and plunged her fingers deep inside Brenda’s pussy. They stood melded together, shaking in their passion, their lips locked and their eyes wide open.

  Brenda grabbed Melissa’s shoulders and spoke to her, and her voice was shaking with fevered emotion. “Take him to my bed and suck his cock,” she hissed. “I want to watch!” Melissa’s eyes lit up with an unholy lust…this was turning out wilder than she’d ever dreamed.

  “What about the kids?” she whispered.

  “They’re at my mother’s for the weekend.”

  Melissa turned and grabbed Hal’s cock through his pants, dragging him down the hallway to the master bedroom. When she literally threw Hal to the bed, Brenda helped her to strip him naked. Totally at their mercy, Hal made no move to help himself. Melissa flung herself on top of him, taking his rigid cock down her throat in a single swift gulp.

  Brenda knelt down on the bed next to the two as Melissa devoured her husband’s cock. Her breath was coming as fast and hard as Melissa’s was. “Oh hell yes baby, suck his cock…I want you to make him hurt before you make him cum in your mouth.” Melissa growled her approval as she kept up the intense sucking action. Brenda didn’t stop there. “You’re going to make him cum in your mouth aren’t you my little slut…you like the taste of man jizz don’t you?” Melissa nodded vigorously without taking her mouth off Hal’s cock. “I’ll bet you’ve sucked off a dozen guys in that high school of yours, and you made every one of them cum in your mouth because you love it…” Melissa took her mouth off the swollen prick.

  “Thirty guys,” she said breathlessly. She plunged Hal’s cock back deep in her throat and lifted her leg over Hal’s face, lowering her pink pussy to his mouth. Helplessly, Hal erupted into the depths of her mouth. When the copious flow of cum overflowed Melissa’s lips, Brenda immediately dove for the excess.

  Hal leaned up on his elbows, watching the two women swapping his cum between them, while he, the source of the sperm they were so joyously swapping, lay forgotten. He had never seen Brenda so hot. Grinning to himself as he watched the two switch to a sixty nine position, Hal knew he was in for a very long, hard night.

  TAKE ME

  SYNOPSIS:

  Mark Thurman had no idea that his lonely life as a widower was over…it took an eighteen year old sexual prodigy to bring him back to life as a man rather than as just a father. And all it took to accomplish this monumental feat was two little words…Take Me!

  Mark Thurman’s son Tim was darling, and Mr. Thurman was hotter than the pits of hell. Katie started throbbing when she first met him at his front door, and before nine year old Tim Thurman had been asleep for a half hour she had spread herself out naked on the man’s bed, one of his shirts over her face, and masturbated to an incredible orgasm. She had left a wet spot on the comforter that she hurriedly dried with his hair dryer…a job s
he finished only minutes before he came home.

  On the short walk to her house, two doors down the street, she fantasized about lying naked in his arms as he made sweet, passionate love to her, and she almost danced up the stairs and into her own bed. It was an odd reaction for a worldly teen like Katie…she was literally a wild child in her senior year in high school. No virgin, she had been the first girl in her class to swallow when giving a blowjob in the bus on the way to school, and she was the first that she knew of to lose her virginity. At eighteen, she was already adept at making men cum with her hands, her pussy, her mouth, and her ass. Something about Mark Thurman turned her back into a dizzy schoolgirl and she had no idea why.

  She slipped between the sheets, deliciously naked, her nightgown still on the chair by her bed. Thrusting her eager fingers up inside her wetness, she masturbated to slow and very intense orgasm. When she came, Mark Thurman’s name was on her lips.

  Katie spent a great deal of time preparing for her next babysitting job at the Thurman house. She knew from her mother and the neighborhood gossips that he was a widower, that his wife had died when Tim was very young, and that Mark was not dating anyone. To all outward observers, Mark Thurman had given up everything except his work to take care of his son. As she worked on the clothes she would wear for the job Thursday evening, she wondered idly if the man had even had sex during the years since his wife had died. According to the gossips, he had not been known to go out at all. His regular babysitter’s family had just moved to Chicago, and Katie had been selected as the new one based on neighborhood recommendations.

  Katie smiled as she located the short ruffly skirt she had been looking for. It came four inches above her knees, and if she tugged the waist up, her panties would show every time she leaned over or hiked her knees up. The pastel pink thong she selected would keep him guessing at whether she had any on or not.

  She was having trouble selecting a top that was sexy enough to attract his attention without making her look like a whore…though if looking like a whore was what it took, she already had an outfit for that. Smiling, she stripped off her clothes and gazed at herself in the full length mirror.

  Slim, even willowy, she had a long elegant neck, high, firm, perfectly shaped breasts, a hard flat belly, and terribly long well turned legs. When combined with her classically beautiful facial features and green sloe eyes, the auburn haired girl was nearly irresistible. Naked, she was explosive. Grinning lewdly at her reflection, she had a thought…If he could see me like this, I’ll bet I wouldn’t have a bit of trouble getting him to let me suck his cock… She knew damned well that once she had his cock in her mouth, she could get anything she wanted from him, anything at all. The clothes she had selected went back into the drawer.

  She knocked on Thurman’s door just before seven o’clock Thursday night. When Mark opened the door he was stunned at the sophisticated change in his babysitter. Katie wore a light sundress in pale green voile eyelet fabric that buttoned top to bottom right down the center. The throat was opened to display a single strand of perfect pearls and ended just below her knees. Her feet were bare, though she held a pair of light, heeled sandals in her hands. Katie had carefully arranged herself in a demure pose before ringing the doorbell.

  “Sorry,” she said in a soft voice, “I didn’t have time to change before coming over.” Speechless, Mark opened the door and waved her inside. As she slipped past him, he caught a vague scent of fresh honeysuckle.

  Jesus Christ! Mark thought, Where the hell did that come from? Katie had transformed from a teasingly sexy little teen to a very dangerous looking young woman from one day to the next. Down boy! He mentally ordered his suddenly swelling cock.

  The phone began to ring before he could even offer her a glass of tea, or whatever it was safe to offer a teen these days, he really wasn’t a very politically correct kind of guy and he didn’t have a clue. He excused himself and went to answer the phone. When he came back, Katie sat on the sofa, her legs curled up under her butt and the skirt of her dress had parted enough to bare her knees. Somehow the sight of those bare knees was twice as erotic as the sight of her tight little butt in those skimpy athletic shorts she was always wearing…in fact, he had to admit that the whole sundress theme was more than a little arousing.

  “I’m sorry, my meeting’s been delayed for an hour and a half,” he said apologetically. “You could go home and wait, I’ll be glad to pay for the whole time, or you’re welcome to stay here.” He didn’t even want to admit to himself that he wanted her to stay here.

  “If you don’t mind Mr. Thurman, I’d like to stay here,” Katie drawled. Her left knee rose on the sofa until her bare foot was flat on the cushion. Mark felt his cock start to crawl in his pants. If she moved that left leg in the least he would be able to see all the way down into her crotch.

  “Please,” he said, “call me Mark, that Mr. Thurman stuff is making me feel old.” Her smile sent shivers down his back.

  Staring straight into his eyes, Katie slowly opened her leg, exposing the naked expanse of thigh and the uncovered pussy above it.

  “Jesus Katie,” Mark gulped, pushing at her knee, “you have to be careful around grown guys like me, you just can’t sit like that…” the rest was just garbled words.

  “Or what Mark,” she said with a wanton grin, “you might try to fuck me?”

  His cock was rigid now, this was totally unexpected. Katie rose to her feet and her hands were doing something with the buttons of the dress and it was falling and HOLY SHIT she was NAKED and she was grabbing his cock and he was lost…

  Katie was on her knees in front of him and she had his bare penis in her hands. He could feel her hot breath on him as her parted lips passed within millitmeters of the sensitive skin of his organ. “I’ve wanted this since the first time I saw you Mark,” she said, kissing the tip of it before standing and sinking back onto the sofa with her legs spread wide. She reached up, arms widespread. “Take me Mark…take me now!” Her voice was low and husky and it never crossed his mind to resist.

  Mark sank mindlessly into her wet heat, the first time he had been inside a woman since Evelyn had died. Jesus this is wrong!

  Katie sighed as he penetrated all the way to her cervix, his thick tip bumping the convex surface and sending tingles all the way from her toes to the nape of her neck. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her bare breasts to his chest. He felt good inside her…eager. With a wicked smile she planted the soles of her feet flat on the sofa and began to thrust her hips up to meet his. “Fuck me Mark,” she whispered, “stick it deep inside me and make me cum!”

  She had slippery muscles inside her pussy that he didn’t remember ever having encountered before. Katie might be a teenager, but she was a damned experienced teenager and she could have taught most of his old girlfriends from college a few tricks.

  “Oh Jesus Katie you feel so good,” he panted. “This is so wrong and I cant help myself!”

  Katie’s hands went to the back of his head, pulling his lips to hers. When she spoke, their lips rubbed gently against each other. “It feels good to me and I wanted it so bad Mark…shut up and fuck me.” He pounded into her, grinding his pelvic bone against her clit, making her moan and writhe beneath him.

  “Oh hell yes baby, fuck me with that big thing…oh,oh, oh, YES! Right there Mark! Hold it up against my…OHHHHHH!” Katie felt his hot cum jetting over the surface of her cervix, sending her over the brink into one hell of an orgasm.

  Somehow they had made the transition from the sofa to the master bedroom without Tim coming out of his bedroom. Katie had wrapped her arms and legs around him and held on tight as he had collected their clothes in one large hand and carried her down the hall. He tossed the clothes on an overstuffed chair in his bedroom and fell on top of her on the bed.

  He lifted himself up and looked down at her.

  “Stand up and look at me naked,” Katie teased, “I like making you horny.”

  “Well you sh
ould be very happy right now,” Mark said as he stood up. He removed the rest of his clothes and stood naked above her. Katie’s legs spread even wider, and the middle finger of her right hand rubbed small circles over the hard nubbing of her clit. The smile on her face was beguilingly wicked.

  “How long has it been Mark,” she said lasciviously, “since a teenager sucked the cum out of your cock and swallowed it?” She licked her pouty lips.

  Mark shook his head. The kid was a volcano. “Nobody has ever swallowed,” he said in a tight voice, “even my wife wouldn’t…she hated the taste.”

  Katie was up and against him in a flash, her fingers curling around his still wet shaft. “I’m sorry about your wife Mark,” she whispered, “but that was a long time ago. I’m here now…and Mark?” she looked guilelessly up into his eyes. “I love the taste of cum.”

  Gently, she pulled him down onto the bed, and pushed him over onto his back. “Watch me,” she said in a hoarse excited voice, “It makes me fucking hot to have someone watching me.” She dragged the hard points of her nipples down his legs until her parted lips closed over his big toe. Closing her eyes blissfully, she fucked his toe with her mouth. Mark’s eyes opened wide and his cock sprang to attention as Katie devoted her considerable oral skills to making love to his toe…it was one of the most surprising erotic feelings he’d ever experienced. She glanced up mischievously to see the effect she was having on him, and delightedly switched to the other big toe.