The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica 10

by Maxim Jakubowski

  Tension beaded up my spine when I heard him close the door. He stood at my back. I had to force myself to breathe, telling myself over and over to chill.

  The woman sitting on the bed ran her fingers through her hair as she looked me over, her body moving in time with the music. “You’re even prettier than Luke said you were.”

  She knew about me? That was when it hit home. He had planned this; he’d told her about me. Should I be annoyed? I looked at her more closely. She was maybe a couple of years older than me but she had an edge, a self-assured confidence I knew I didn’t have, but wanted.

  She patted the bed beside her, and when I sat down, she lifted a tumbler from the floor and offered it to me.

  Luke followed and stood close by, at the foot of the bed. When I glanced his way, I got an eyeful of bare chest and open fly. Just what I wanted. The only part I wasn’t sure about was the other woman.

  “I’m Lisa,” she said. “I’m glad you came to play with us …”

  She was flirting with me.

  I didn’t think it was possible for my temperature to rise any more than it already had, but it did. Okay. We were going to “play”, and I didn’t think she was referring to a card game. She was looking at me as if she were deciding which item of my clothing to take off first. Luke, half undressed already, smiled down at us. I was getting the gist of the setup now. He wanted two women. As long as one of them was me, I figured I could roll with it.

  But the way she was looking at me … that did weird things to me. She was very sexy. I found I wanted her to flirt with me some more. I swigged heavily from the glass. It was whiskey. The potent liquid washed over my tongue and, when I swallowed, the hit was just what I needed. “Thanks,” I said as I handed the glass back, and tried to look as relaxed as she did. Crossing my legs, I rested one hand on the surface of the bed.

  Luke smiled down at me, approvingly. I had to take a deep breath to stop myself from grinning like an idiot. Jesus, this was really happening. All I could think was: Thank god for the whiskey.

  The woman, Lisa, sprawled easily on to the bed beside me. When she got settled she reached over and ran her hand down the length of my hair. I stared at her, and when she paused with her fingers close against my neck, I smiled. She moved lower, touching my breasts briefly through my T-shirt, before wrapping her arm around my waist and drawing me closer to her.

  I rolled on to the bed next to her and she kissed me full on the mouth. I was stunned, and stiffened. I’d never kissed another woman before then. But then I melted, because she was all soft and yet full on, at the same time. I felt the urge to answer her, and I kissed her back.

  Oh, how delicious that was. For a moment I almost forgot that Luke was there. Almost. When I looked back, he had a gleam in his eyes and the bulge at his groin was larger. Between my thighs I was aching with longing and with him looming over the pair of us I felt the urge to be wild, to explore. I pushed my hand into Lisa’s silky hair, and drew her in for another sweet kiss.

  “Oh yeah, you’re delicious,” she said approvingly as we drew apart, pushing me over on to my back. She laughed gleefully, and it was infectious.

  I bit my lip, but couldn’t contain a giggle.

  “You’re really horny, aren’t you?” She pulled my T-shirt up over my breasts and off, as she asked the question, then squeezed my nipples through my bra.

  “I don’t suppose there’s any point in denying it,” I responded, another laugh escaping my mouth when she shoved my bra to one side to tug on my nipple.

  Before I knew what was happening, she had my sandals off, and my jeans undone. She wrenched them down my hips. Playfully, she lifted my panties and put her hand underneath them, touching my pussy. She watched my face for my reactions. My breath was captured in my chest. I glanced at Luke, who was looming close by. He looked as if he was about to pounce. I couldn’t predict what was going to happen next, and that thrilled me.

  When I didn’t resist her, Lisa pulled the panties off of me as well. Luke looked me up and down. I lifted my arm and drew it over my face, closing my eyes, unable to watch him staring down at me when Lisa moved between my thighs.

  I’m doing this with a woman, and Luke is watching. I felt slightly crazy, lack of control and sheer horniness sending me dizzy with pleasure. And then I felt her mouth close over my clit, and every nerve ending in my body roared approval.

  Her tongue moved with purpose, tracing a pattern up and down over my clit, driving me mad. Her hands were locked around the top of my legs, her thumbs stroking the sensitive skin on the inside of my thighs in time with the movements of her clever tongue. This was alien to me, to have a woman service me, but it felt so fucking good and I didn’t want her to stop. My head rolled from side to side on the bed, and I cried out loud, unable to keep it inside. “Oh, oh fuck, it’s so good.”

  She knew just what to do, and when I was thoroughly wound up, she nudged at my clit with the tip of her tongue until I came, my body writhing as I spasmed and fluid ran down between my buttocks.

  She rose up to her knees on the bed, and then she pulled her dress off in one long slow move. She was naked beneath, aside from that tiny G-string that barely covered her shaved pussy. She was sleek and lissome. Her breasts were small and pert, nipples hard and dark. Tossing her hair back, she looked down at me. “Fuck her now, Luke. She’s so ready.”

  My face burned up, but she was right, boy, was she right. I shot a glance at him to see his reaction to her comment. He nodded at me when he saw me looking his way, and when he did, I clenched inside, my gaze automatically dropping to his groin. He undid the final two buttons on his fly. His cock jutted out from his hips, hard and ready. Holding it in an easy grip, he reached into his pocket with his free hand and pulled out a condom packet.

  My hands were shaking, I knew they were, and I pressed them down on to the bed to keep them steady. I couldn’t stop myself. He really did mean to use the condom on me. I stared at him rolling the rubber on to the hard shaft of his cock.

  Lisa had moved to one side and was watching expectantly.

  I could scarcely believe it. The surprise must have been there on my face, because Lisa chuckled softly and reached in to kiss me again, easing me back down the bed. When I was flat against it, her hands roved over my breasts, and then she captured one nipple between finger and thumb, tweaking it. As I glanced down, I saw that her other hand was in between her thighs, where she was stroking herself.

  “I like to watch, it makes me hot,” she whispered. She flashed her eyes at me, and then her mouth closed over my other nipple, her teeth grazing it.

  Tension ratcheted through me. My eyes closed, my legs falling open, and then I felt the weight of him, right there between my thighs, his hard erection pushing against me.

  “Ready for me?” he asked, when my eyes flashed open and I looked at him. He was lifting my buttocks in his hands, maneuvering me into position, his cock already easing inside.

  I managed to nod. I was so slick from Lisa’s attention that he claimed me in one easy thrust, the head of his cock wedging up against my cervix. I moaned aloud and my body closed around him, gripping his hardness in relief. Pleasure rolled through me when he drew back and then thrust again.

  Lisa was sucking hard on my breast and the pleasure arced through me to my core, where Luke was riding me hard, massaging the very quick of me with his cock. My orgasm was coming fast. I panted, hard. I reached out, gripped on to his arm when wave after wave of pleasure hit me.

  “Oh yes,” he said, and thrust deep, staying there, while his cock jerked, sending an aftershock of pleasure through my sensitive cervix that made me cry out.

  It took a full minute for me to catch my breath.

  Lisa was snuggled up against my side, and she kissed my shoulder affectionately when Luke went the bathroom.

  “What about you?” I said, without thinking, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

  “I’ll get mine.” She smiled. “Don’t you worry about that.” She
winked at me.

  “How you doing?” Luke asked as he rejoined us, lying on the opposite side of me to Lisa. He cupped my buttock with one hand as he asked the question, and smiled that wicked smile of his.

  A breathless laugh escaped me. He knew just how well I was doing.

  “Good, I’m doing good.” I returned his smile, and then glanced over my shoulder at Lisa to include her. She made me curious. That hadn’t gone away.

  “I meant to tell you,” Luke added, “I’ll be moving out when your parents get back.”

  My hands tightened on his shoulder, and my smile faded. I didn’t want hear that.

  He squeezed my buttock tighter. “You’ll have to come round and visit me in my new apartment.”

  I nodded, quickly.

  “Both of you,” he added.

  At my back, Lisa chuckled softly. I felt her breath on my shoulder. Soft, seductive, and warm. She moved to spoon me, her hand stroking my side affectionately. I had her – so alluringly feminine – on one side of me, and Luke on the other – hard, hot, demanding, and all man. Something joyous and liberated in me reveled in the decadence of it, the blatant mutual pleasure.

  “I’m up for it,” Lisa said, as she clambered over me, pushing Luke down on the bed and straddling his hips. “What about now. Ready for more?”

  “Too right.” He reached for the bedside table and grabbed a box of condoms. When he did, she winked at me again.

  Could I watch him with her? A small residual doubt ticked inside me, but I couldn’t look away when she grabbed a condom packet off him, opened it, and rolled it on to the stiff shaft of his cock. Mounting him, she put her hands on her hips, circling on the head of his cock. The crown pressed into her slit, and I watched, mesmerized, as it eased up inside her, splitting her pussy open before my eyes.

  The sight was so hot that my hand went to my clit, and I thrummed it as I watched her riding him. A moment later Luke reached out to me, pulled me closer, and kissed me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. The doubts inside of me slipped away. I was being introduced to a world of sensuality and erotic possibility.

  And I was ready, ready for all of it.

  Kiss My Ass

  Jax Baynard

  Whenever someone aggravates me I say, “She needs to get fucked up the ass.” Or he. It’s a gender-neutral designation. They have to enjoy it. That’s key. Otherwise it’s just this traumatic thing that happened to you. But if you enjoyed it, you have to look at yourself in the mirror and admit that you are a person who got fucked up the ass and liked it. My husband thinks this is Machiavellian. I think it could have world-changing ramifications.

  Of course, I never particularly wanted to myself. I told my husband early on, when I started to get the feeling he might be a keeper, that I thought of my anus as an exit not an entrance. What if anal was his absolute favorite thing in the whole world? If it’s going to be a deal-breaker, you want to know sooner than later. But lately I’d been feeling edgy, like I wanted something different. With two bodies, there are only so many variations, and I wanted a new one.

  “Want to have sex?” I asked my husband.

  “Maybe.” He didn’t look up. He had assumed his favorite position: kicked back in his chair, feet on the desk, laptop across his thighs, trying to best his own high score at Spider Solitaire.

  “Okay,” I said from the bed, where I was reading. “Let’s figure out all the places you could put your cock.”

  “The usual?” He still hadn’t looked up.

  “Nope. Guess again.” His gaze slid speculatively to my mouth. “Assume I need that for talking.” That only left one orifice. He’s good at math.

  The feet came off the desk, the front legs of the chair hit the floor, and the laptop snapped shut with a metallic little click. “Let’s clarify,” he said, coming to stand at the end of the bed. “You want me to fuck you up the ass?”

  “Got it in one,” I said, stroking my cunt lightly under my dress.

  He hitched his jeans up, then settled his hands on his hips and gave me the look that means I’m haring off after something and he’s not quite following. “I thought that was off limits.”

  “Not today. There’s a special: Buy One, Get One Free. Interested?”

  He was, avid curiosity being difficult to disguise. I could see it in other parts of his anatomy as well. He popped his button-fly jeans open. “Roll over,” he said.

  “Okay,” I said, “but you have to make sure I like it. That’s the deal.”

  He threw up his hands. “Oh sure. No pressure.” Then he grinned. “Don’t worry, honey. I’ll rise to the occasion.”

  I stripped off my dress and he got rid of his clothes. He knelt between my legs, massaging my buttocks. Then he spread my cheeks. There was a lengthy silence. What? I was thinking. Hemorrhoids? The Heartbreak of Psoriasis? “What are you doing?” I finally asked.

  “Looking,” he said.

  “That doing something for you?”

  “I’m thinking about putting my cock in it,” he said. “So, yeah, I guess it’s doing something for me.”

  When he put it like that, it started to do a little something for me, too.

  “I’m also thinking we’re going to need some lubricant,” he added matter-of-factly.

  I didn’t have any. Usually, I make more than enough for both of us the old-fashioned way. “As long as it’s not WD-40, I don’t care.”

  “Hang on.” He got off the bed. When you live with someone for nine years, you know how they think. If you don’t, you haven’t been paying attention. I could see him in my mind’s eye, walking naked into the kitchen, opening the cabinet next to the fridge, assessing our common household foodstuffs for their lubricative potential. Please just not the Crisco, I prayed. He padded back into the bedroom, and I could tell from the first whiff what it was. The coconut oil melted at first touch, and he slathered it liberally everywhere – my inner cheeks, my anus, down to my cunt which, in another minute or two, wasn’t going to need any help in that department. “You smell like the beach, honey,” he said happily.

  “Yeah, well, just don’t get any sand in there.”

  He didn’t laugh. He was busy running his finger back and forth over my anus and around and around it in little circles. It felt surprisingly good. New location, same nerve endings. He slipped the tip of one finger inside and I jumped and tightened around it. “That didn’t hurt,” he said. It wasn’t really a question. His voice had changed, gone lower and hoarser. He slid his finger all the way in and I had to stifle a moan. Play hard to get, I thought. That was my MO here. He took his finger out. “This feels … small.” The next thing he put on it was his mouth, and I did moan then. I hadn’t imagined it would feel that good. On a scale of relativity: less sensitive than my clit, more sensitive than my G-spot. He swirled his tongue around and made little stabbing motions into the center of it. I let one hand drift towards my clit.

  “Oh, no you don’t,” he said, catching me. “I know you. You’ll come and then you won’t want me to do this anymore.”

  I thought about it. “That might be true.” I giggled.

  “Ha ha,” he said, and got up again. He returned with two silk neckties and tied my wrists to the headboard, which – conveniently for him – has little wooden knobs running across the top of it.

  I glared at him, but let him do it. “The special is for ass-fucking, not bondage,” I said.

  “You said two-for-one,” he reminded me glibly.

  “I meant two orifices (two orifi? I wondered irrelevantly), not two activities.”

  “There’s only one activity going on here,” he said definitely. The bed dipped under his weight. “My cock in your ass. Although,” he said thoughtfully, “I think you need to relax a little.” I heard the bedside table drawer slide open and shut and he settled behind me with my vibrating G-spot finder. “This one goes to eleven,” he said, in a perfect imitation of Nigel Tufnel in This is Spinal Tap, and wriggled it gently into position. He went back to tong
uing my anus, alternating with a finger.

  It was like being fucked backwards. I love my G-spot finder. To have it purring away on the spot is a pleasure in itself – more diffuse than clitoral stimulation, but just as good in its own way. I’d often wished I could have the G-spot vibrating and Neil fucking me at the same time, and now suddenly I’d gotten my wish. “Ready?” he asked, and I realized I’d actually forgotten the cock part.

  “I want to see it,” I demanded. “Your cock. I want to see it.”

  “Too late for that,” he said thickly. He leaned forward. I could feel his thighs, keeping mine spread. He braced himself with one arm near my left hip and with the other he reached under me. He didn’t so much rub my clit as grasp it between his thumb and forefinger and sort of manipulate it. Not enough to make me come, just enough to drive me crazy and distract me from what he was doing with his cock. My husband is on the big side of average. Around six inches, I think. I’ve never measured it, but I’ve eyeballed it plenty of times. With the G-spot vibrations and his fingers working on my clit, he probably could have driven a 2×4 in there and I wouldn’t have objected, but in case you’re wondering, in your ass, Average feels Really Big.

  I kept forgetting to breathe, I was so swamped in pleasure. But once he got his cock all the way in, he took his fingers away. “Neil,” I said warningly.

  “Give me a minute,” he said. “I need both hands.”

  He was gentle with his thrusting. Gentle enough that I encouraged him by pushing back against him at the top of every thrust. The only problem was that with my hips tilted back and my hands tied, I couldn’t get enough purchase to rub my clit on the bedspread. Fingers would be better, but any port in a storm, right? I wasn’t going to be picky. And he was going to come soon; I could feel it in the way he was moving.

  “Neil,” I said loudly, in what I hoped was a menacing tone, “if you don’t touch my clit this instant, you will never, ever, ever fuck me up the ass again.”