Best Women's Erotica 2006

by Violet Blue

  Daniel hooks an arm around me and gives me a quick kiss. “You are a very naughty girl. And always have been.”

  “Does that mean I need a good spanking?” I wink.

  He grins and slides his hand down over my ass.

  I pull away, regretfully. “You know if I’m not home by six-thirty sharp, the nanny turns into a witch.”

  He nods. I can almost see the mask settle back in place. Duty calls us both.

  The hall is dark and empty. The air is thinner here, not like Daniel’s room, thick with confessions and tears, guilt and pain. Occasionally he talks about his clients—never by name of course—a particularly touching case or a humorous bit of dialogue to amuse me. Still, I can’t help but wonder about the things my husband will never tell, the secrets other women share with him, the ways they test him and touch him, if only with words.

  Yet such things don’t bother me tonight as I float down the stairs, the taste of Daniel’s lips lingering in my mouth like fine fruit brandy. I step out on the porch and close the door behind me. Suddenly I realize I’m smiling, but I know exactly why. On this, I’m sure his clients would agree: a little therapy with Daniel always does you good.

  FULFILLING MEGAN

  Bonnie Dee

  “Holy fuck, I’ve still got a vagina!” I wanted to shout at my boyfriend, Ben as he pumped into my ass crying, “Oh god, it’s so tight, so god-damn tight and hot. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuck!”

  I had created a monster by suggesting we introduce anal penetration into our sexual diet for a little variety. Ben had so fallen in love with the ass that he was neglecting the pussy. He was gobbling the garnish and had forgotten the main course. The ironic thing about it was that when I first brought up the idea he was totally negative.

  “Fuck your poop chute? I don’t think so,” was his response.

  “I believe the preferred term is ‘the delectable rosebud of earthly delights,’”I told him. “It’s all in your frame of mind. It’s supposed to be quite delightful.”

  “Delightful?” Ben’s tone was skeptical.

  “Forbidden, hot, naughty, transgressive?” I offered. I couldn’t believe I had to sell him on the idea. Weren’t men supposed to love the idea of using your back door?

  What Ben didn’t know was that the ass fuck was only the beginning of my plan to finally fulfill a long-held fantasy. If I couldn’t get him to agree to this part, how was he going to feel about taking the next step—bringing a third party into the scene? Slutty or not, my secret desire was to be fucked, front and behind, by two men at the same time. The idea of being the meat in a man sandwich was mind-blowingly sexy to me. My pussy wept just thinking about it and I had reached the point where I couldn’t achieve orgasm without my favorite fantasy playing out in my head. Now I wanted to see what it would be like for real.

  As it turned out, it didn’t take more than one experience to transform Ben into Ass Man, Defender of the Dark Way.

  One Friday night I lit the apartment with candles, burned incense, produced a tube of KY jelly and told him, “You’re going in.”

  “Tonight?”

  “No time like the present.” I started unbuttoning his shirt and pulled it down over his well-muscled biceps, revealing that chiseled chest I loved so much. Ben’s body was gorgeous. As I unsnapped his jeans and pushed them down over the sharp blades of his hips, I appreciated the fact that Ben went commando. There was no fuss with underwear; his cock sprang up hard and ready from its thatch of light brown hair. I caressed the long, twitching shaft with one hand and massaged his balls lightly with the other, then I slipped the head into my mouth and slowly sucked the length of it in.

  “Oh god, Megan, that’s so good!” he murmured, grabbing my head and starting to thrust gently as I bobbed my head up and down.

  “And it’s only the beginning,” I said as I finally pulled off his cock, gave the head a little kiss and turned to position myself on the bed.

  I went down on my hands and knees, doggy-style, turning my ass up for his inspection. The idea of being penetrated in the rear was exciting enough to take me a long way toward orgasm, but I had also primed myself earlier by stroking my clit to the edge of coming. My crotch was wet and swollen and hungry.

  I felt the coolness of the lubrication and my boyfriend’s fingers as he buttered me up in back. Then I felt the bumping of his cock against my anus as if it were knocking and begging admittance. He began to slide it into my body and I felt the pulling, almost burning sensation as my “delectable rosebud” stretched to accommodate his girth.

  “Wow. This is…wow,” he said, as he continued to press inexorably inside me. “Oh, man.”

  I smiled and turned my attention to my clit, fingering it lightly, then moving in circles in time to Ben’s penetration of my ass. It felt good with him buried inside me; full and kind of odd but good. He began to pull out and I gasped at the sensation.

  Ben grabbed my hips and started thrusting in and out of me at his regular pace.

  “Easy!” I said. “Slower.” I gritted my teeth against the burning. It’s hard to explain how it could feel slightly painful but oh so sexy and hot at the same time.

  Ben took it easy for about three strokes, then he began pumping again. “Oh god. Oh fuck. It’s so tight, so hot, so gooood!”

  Just like that he came. The novelty of the experience and the forbidden nature of it were too much for him. I had to rush to catch up, briskly stroking my clit to a climax.

  Ben had collapsed against my back but after a moment he withdrew and flopped down on the bed beside me. “That. Was fucking amazing!” he announced.

  Thus Ass Man was born.

  Flash forward a month and I was ready to implement the second and trickier part of my fantasy, if Ben was willing. Looking for an opening was difficult but it presented itself when he asked me the simple question, “What do you want for your birthday?”

  “You really wanna know?”

  He looked at me, curious at my tone. “Yeah. Why? What do you have in mind?”

  “Remember when you didn’t want to fuck my ass and thought it was kind of gross and freaky?”

  Ben made a scoffing noise. “I never said that. I always wanted to do it.”

  Male selective memory had kicked in but I ignored it. “Well, I have another half to my sexual fantasy. How would you feel about a threesome?”

  “Hell yeah!” Ben practically crowed. “That’s awesome!”

  I instantly recognized my tactical error. “I mean a two guys, one girl threesome.”

  Ben’s face went blank a moment as if he was trying to interpret the words and they weren’t computing. “Oh. Well. That’s…”

  “Not someone we know,” I explained. “A stranger. Maybe even someone we pay. A guy who will do the job and then go away. I really want to try this, Ben. What do you think?”

  “I’m not sure I…”

  “Please. Picture it, baby. You can watch another guy go down on me or fuck me or watch me suck him off. You can even let him do things to you if you want and nobody we know ever has to know about it. It’ll be our naughty little secret. I think it’s way hot.”

  “You really want that?”

  “Oh yeah. Like the way you want Angelina Jolie I want it.”

  “That much?” he grinned.

  Ben caved, we found the perfect stranger through the Internet and one night we met the man for a night of fun at the neutral territory of a motel. The seedy atmosphere of the cheap room added to the forbidden nature of the whole affair. I’d never been so turned on by tacky orange and gold drapes and a slippery polyester floral bedspread. The place looked raunchy and perfectly right for our tryst with Mark.

  We had found his services online, then checked him out in person at a bar prior to going to the motel to make sure we were getting someone attractive and safe, and we were paying him well for his time. When we got to the motel room Ben poured drinks for everybody to break the ice.

  I sipped my whiskey and watched Mark as he slowly
undressed, performing a little striptease for us to the sound of the television turned low in the background. As his hot body emerged, I was glad we’d gone with a paid playmate instead of one of the less attractive guys who had responded to our ad willing to participate in our experiment for free.

  Ben wrapped his arms around me and leaned in to whisper in my ear. “You sure about this?”

  I nodded, unable to take my eyes off Mark.

  “ ’Cause I’m getting a little wigged,” he admitted.

  “Look. You play my way and I’ll play yours next time. We could hire a girl to do this with us just as easily.” I smiled. “Maybe even an Angelina look-alike.”

  He paused to consider, then stopped objecting. He kissed the side of my neck and reached his hands around to unbutton my blouse and release the clasp on the front of my bra. Plunging his hand inside, he began to fondle my breasts, tweaking my nipples painfully to create two sharp peaks.

  “Harder,” I whispered, still watching Mark as he shimmied out of his pants and his thick, veined cock was revealed. “Pinch me.” I loved it when Ben was rough with my tits. The harder he twisted the more I was aroused and I arched into his hands.

  Ben let go of me for a moment while we both shed our clothes and had another sip of whiskey. Then we sat back on the bed and he returned to fondling my breasts. I was between his legs leaning back against his chest and I could feel his hard cock pressing into the cleft of my butt.

  Our paid playmate, Mark, was stroking himself to hardness as we watched and suddenly Ben murmured, “Why don’t you help him with that? I think it’d be kind of cool to watch you suck another guy’s dick.”

  Relieved that Ben was finally relaxing and ready to experiment, I complied. I beckoned Mark to the edge of the bed and scooted forward. I put my hands on his hips and sucked his half-hard prick into my mouth. We were playing the whole scene sans condoms tonight, having flashed each other STDFREE doctor certifications like FBI badges. Plus we were paying Mark a little extra for the privilege of having condom-free fucking. I sucked him in slow and easy so Ben could watch the length of it disappear into my mouth. I heard him breathe in with a little gasp.

  I moved my head up and down and wrapped one of my hands around Mark’s shaft to stroke in time with my head movements. Spit wet his cock and my hand and lubricated it so I could really get some speed going. One of his hands was clenched in my hair and he was starting to groan with pleasure as I bobbed faster and faster. Then I let go with my hand and swallowed more and more of his length into my mouth, deep-throating him just the way I knew Ben liked.

  “Oh god!” Ben gasped as Mark bucked against my face, grabbing handfuls of hair in both fists now. Then he slowed for a moment. “Do you want me to…?” He waited to be given direction as to what we expected from him.

  “No man, go ahead and come,” Ben said, then added, “On her face. I want to see you come on her face.”

  Mark resumed thrusting into my mouth for a few more strokes then with a groan he pulled out and aimed his cock at my face, spurting thick wads of white creaminess over my cheeks, mouth, chin, and onto my chest.

  “God that’s hot!” Ben cried and suddenly I felt more come hitting my back. Ben had jerked off right along with Mark and was on his knees behind me shooting jism.

  I was a little annoyed. The whole point of having the two men at once was so that I could achieve double penetration, and now they had both blown their wads within twenty minutes of arriving at the motel. I was dissatisfied and sticky as I watched the guys come down from their orgasmic highs. I went to the bathroom to quickly wash up.

  When I returned to the room, the men had turned up the volume on the TV and were camped out on the bed, watching and talking. I stood with my arms folded until they noticed me.

  Guiltily, Ben muted the TV. “I’m sorry, honey,” he said. “You, uh, probably didn’t get a whole lot out of that, did you?”

  “Ya think?” I asked.

  “Come here.” He patted the bed. I lay down sulkily, but I got over my snit quickly as Mark moved between my thighs and began to lick my clit and Ben snuggled down beside me and began suckling my nipple. While he moved his lips and tongue over one breast, he kneaded the other and twisted the nipple hard the way I liked.

  The feeling of being tended to, both breast and cunt, was phenomenal. I moaned my delight while Mark lapped deep between my labia and Ben switched his mouth over to the other breast and pulled on it with strong sucks that bordered on being painful. I looked down through half-slit eyes and watched the two men’s heads as they worked my body and felt like Queen Sex of Sexonia.

  I felt the first sparklings of my orgasm coiling around inside my clit and building up to a fireworks display, but I didn’t want to come like this.

  “I want you both inside me,” I managed to say in short bursts between the moaning and gasping.

  Both men stopped and looked up at me.

  “At the same time,” I said. This was the one part of my fantasy I hadn’t fully explained to Ben. “I want to be completely filled.”

  Ben sat up, looking surprised. Mark sat up, looking less surprised. I was sure he’d participated in about every possible combination of positions I could think of and probably a hell of a lot I couldn’t.

  “All right,” he said. “Why don’t you lie on your side. I think it’ll be easiest that way.”

  I rolled over and without a word Ben fell into place behind me. Seemingly from out of nowhere Mark produced a tube of lubricant and very soon I felt the now familiar coolness of the jelly being spread around and inside my anus. Ben worked one finger, then two, then three in and out of me as I sucked in my breath, totally turned on by the intensity of it. After that I felt his cock, back to rock-hard status, probe where his fingers had just been. He pressed deeper and a little deeper and deeper yet inside me while my body stretched to take him in. Again there was a burning, painful sensation but it only added to the erotic high I was on. My pussy was so wet and aching to be filled I could barely stand it.

  Seeing that I was more than ready, Mark lay down in front of me without any more attention to my clit and began pressing his dick into me. I almost came right then. The novelty of a double fuck was such a turn-on. Blood rushed in my ears and I felt my whole body tingling as I was surrounded by male flesh, front and behind. Hands touching me everywhere. Lips on my face, neck, throat. And two swollen, hard cocks inexorably piercing me.

  “Gah!” I grunted as they simultaneously began to pull out. I let out a second cry, almost a scream, as they both pushed in again at the same time. It hurt, especially my ass, which wasn’t nearly as wide as my cunt. I felt ripped apart, and then was stabbed again as they both thrust once more. Every bit of me was filled. Mark’s tongue was even deep inside my mouth and I felt totally possessed. So full of man that there was nothing left of me. I was simply the vessel who had waited forever to be filled so completely.

  It was absolutely exhilarating.

  “Oh god! More! Harder! Fuck me. Fuck me!!!” I managed to cry. At my cue, both men stopped being slow and gentle.

  This time they set up a seesaw rhythm with Ben pulling out as Mark entered and vice versa. Without a word they worked as if choreographed. Fuck front. Fuck back. Fuck front. Fuck back. Both of them were grunting with each thrust and I got it in stereo. The primal sound of their voices elevated me even more. I was about to come. I was peaking. I was coming. Screaming out so loud everyone in the block of motel rooms must have heard me.

  My body felt sore and abused by the animalistic fucking but in a good, good, GOOD way that I wanted to go on forever. But the men were just as heated and quickly reached their climaxes too; first Ben, followed seconds after by Mark.

  They collapsed against me gasping for air and letting out quiet expletives: “Fuck. Oh my god. That was so good,” et cetera. They were covered in sweat. I was covered in their sweat and my own. Come trickled down my thighs onto the bed. We were entangled with each other like one organism with three hea
ds.

  I was replete and exhausted and my eyes drifted closed.

  “Best birthday ever,” I murmured and felt Ben’s mouth move in a smile against my neck. He bit the back of my shoulder then subsided onto his pillow again.

  A sudden thought occurred to me and my eyes flew open. “But we have Mark for the rest of the night. Maybe there are some other things we should try after we rest awhile.”

  “Like?” Ben said sleepily.

  Mark opened a curious eye.

  “Well, guys always want to watch two girls make out and suck each other’s tits and pussies. Did you think we don’t have the same kinds of fantasies about men?” I asked, rolling onto my back and into Ben.

  “Uh, no. Not happening,” he declared. “I did this for you but I told you I didn’t want any guy-on-guy stuff. Nuh-uh.”

  “Be-en,” I cajoled. “You liked the ass-play, right? And you liked the two-way fuck, correct? Trust me, baby. It’s something new for you, but I bet, given enough whiskey, you’ll relax and like making out with a guy too.”

  “Nuh-uh. No way,” he repeated.

  I rolled back over on my side without an argument, snuggling in between my two hot male bodies and smiling to myself. We had a long night still ahead of us and a lot of whiskey to break down barriers. My newest fantasy had been born and I was determined to see it to fruition.

  THE ARRANGEMENT

  Jean Roberta

  Through the little window in my front door, I saw the dark wounded eyes of David, my brother-in-law. Or ex-brother-in-law. I didn’t really know what to call him anymore, but his eyes could still reach my heart.

  He knocked politely, then waited for me to open the door. I wondered how long he would stay there if I ignored him, letting him stand on my doorstep in the dark, in blazing heat, in rain or in snow, like a faithful dog wanting in, wanting me. Or wanting my familiar company, I corrected myself, and my resemblance to the woman we had both loved and lost.

  I opened the door with a question on my face. It was eleven at night, and he had never come over so late. “I hope you don’t mind, Brenna,” he begged me. He moved his shoulders with a kind of feline grace that I thought of as part of his role as an art instructor at the university. He was supposed to have style. He had been dancer slim before, but now he was almost gaunt. “I need to talk to you,” he continued.