50 SHADES of EROTICA: Mega Collection of 50 Erotic Stories (13 page)

He supported his weight on his hands and knees as her small hand guided him to her moist slit.  She was so wet that he slid in easily, and she gave a small whimper of pleasure as he seated himself fully inside her. She gripped his head in her hands and locked eyes with him, and then she did something that he had never experienced before.   Slowly, she lifted both her legs and locked them behind her head.  It opened her totally, and his cock slipped into her further, the tip pressing against the convex surface of her cervix.  She smiled wickedly at him.  “That’s what comes from all those gymnastic training sessions,” she told him. He had never felt a pussy so tight.

“Daddy?” she said as he was stroking deeply inside her.  He grunted.  “When I’m really, really horny, I do this,” she said, indicating the limber legs still locked behind her head.  Her arms pulled his head down and she pressed her lips to his ears.  “And I lick my own pussy until I cum!”  Ethan exploded inside her.

They lay naked in the bed as the sun rose, her head on his chest and a sunny smile on her face.  “I don’t know what you’re going to do about mom,” she said, “but until you decide daddy, this can be our little secret.”

SECRET SURRENDER

SYNOPSIS:

Chelsea is an eighteen year old future veterinarian.  She doesn’t have many friends…her family is both large and poor.  It takes really good grades and a bit of savings to get a scholarship and go to college, so she eschews socializing and takes every paying job that comes her way.  An all night babysitting job on New Years Eve and a gorgeous and unpredictable employer cause her to find herself in a perplexing position. Does she stay the quiet, shy reclusive student, or does she loosen up, and offer her
secret surrender
to a man who excites her so….

Chelsea Richards was a very shy and lovely senior in high school.  She was a quiet girl, not much given to parties and socializing, and very determined to pursue a career as a veterinarian.  Every spare minute she had was reserved for study, and she augmented her allowance by taking every job she was offered.  She especially loved to babysit, because the families she sat for were generally much better off than her own, and she could study in relative luxury in the comfort of their much nicer homes.   It was noisy at her house, especially when her brothers were there.

She
really
enjoyed sitting for Blake and Meg Stevens.  Meg was kin, pretty and generous, and she was a friend Chelsea could talk to.  Blake Stevens, well, Blake was something very different.  There was something about the handsome bastard that was irresistible.  She didn’t know if it was his good looks and perfect teeth, the way he made her laugh, or the way he made her feel…special.  He always flirted with her outrageously, even in front of Meg.  When he drove her home, he always took her in the Ferrari, a car she felt she wore like a dress.  It was incredibly fast, and Blake drove it with a casual skill that she truly admired…and going fast, very, very fast, made Chelsea’s knees weak and her thighs open.  More than once, she’d had to bite down on her lip to keep from shrieking and attacking the handsome devil’s crotch when he took the long way to her house.  He loved to go fast, and he seemed to know that she did too. She came once when she looked at the speedometer and saw that it read almost two hundred miles per hour.

She babysat for them on New Year’s Eve, and they were planning to be out so late that they had arranged for her to spend the night.  Chelsea had taken a small drink from the open wine bottle at midnight and climbed into the huge soft bed in the guest bedroom.  After a few minutes of ruefully thinking about the drive home she would miss tonight, she got up to look out the window at the shiny red Ferrari sitting in the driveway.

South Florida has weird weather.  In winter it can be forty degrees outside in the morning and eighty degrees in the afternoon.  This year it had been almost freezing on Christmas day, but five days later on New Years, at one thirty in the morning it was almost seventy eight degrees outside.  Chelsea opened the window wide and let the air flow over her thin nightgown.  On an impulse, she lifted her nightgown over her head and stood on the light of the full moon, wearing only a transparent pair of panties.  The warm breezed caressed her skin, and the wind rustling the palm fronds was a seductive song that begged her to be out doing something wild and crazy rather than being just her dull, boring self.  It stirred something primal inside her, a wild streak she wasn’t even aware she had.

Blake and Meg’s Bently turned in the driveway and parked, and Blake got out to help Meg stagger into the house.  Chelsea could tell  that he’d had a couple of drinks, but it was totally obvious that Meg was blasted out of her mind. Chelsea giggled, putting her hand over her mouth, and Blake looked up to see her standing nearly naked in the window.  Her first instinct was to duck quickly out of sight, but she knew he had already seen her.  What the hell, it was New Years, and she was feeling wild.  She smiled prettily and waved, enjoying the look of naked desire on Blake’s face.

She heard them stumble up the stairs, and she heard Meg’s drunken giggles.  In moments, she heard Meg’s loud snores, and then the sound of their shower running. Chelsea didn’t even bother picking up her nightgown, she bounded back to the bed and crawled under the covers.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, she heard a knock at her door.  “Chelsea?  Are you asleep yet?”  It was Blake.  He opened the door to her bedroom and stepped inside.  He held a bottle of champagne and two crystal flutes in one hand and some small object in the other.  He walked quietly to her bed.  “Are you awake?” he asked again.  Chelsea was certain that the smart thing to do would be to pretend to be asleep, but the wildness was still on her. What could happen?  His wife was in the next room.

“I’m awake,” she said, sitting up and allowing the sheet to fall away exposing most of one bare breast.  She felt the tingles deep in her belly as his deep blue eyes strayed to her boob.  He was horny, she could tell by the rising in the front of the pajama bottoms that were all he was wearing…and the way he was looking at her was kind of exciting.

“I thought you might like to toast in the New Year,” he said, offering her one of the flutes.  She grinned and reached for it, exposing a single rigid nipple.   Chelsea knew she had uncovered it, but a reckless feeling in her demanded that she leave it uncovered…his stare was making her feel sexy as hell, and she was loving every second of it.  He poured her crystal flute three quarters full, and then filled his own.  He held his up and she clinked hers with his, and they both drained their champagne.  “Happy New Years!” Blake said as he poured himself more.  She extended her flute for a refill.  “No more for you,” he said, “unless you’d rather not drive the Ferrari tonight.”

Chelsea’s jaw dropped, as did the sheet that covered the upper half of her body. “Jesus you’re pretty naked,” Blake said.

“I’m not naked, I’m wearing panties,” Chelsea said, “but if you want to see me naked and spread out like some wanton street whore, the Ferrari is absolutely the right bribe to get what you want!” she exclaimed. She hadn’t stopped to think about what she was saying, it just popped out of her mouth.

“Done,” Blake said, tossing her the keys.  “We can drive all the way out to the lake if you like, but you’ve got to do it naked.”

Chelsea knew it was time to stop playing, but the lure of the Ferrari was too much for her.  The lake was forty miles away, and it was isolated.  It was a fifteen acre lake with white sand and crystal blue water, and the Stevens had a charming summer cottage there.

“What about Meg?” Chelsea asked him.

“Meg is toasted,” Blake chuckled, “I had to pull her out of Chesterton’s bed to bring her home!  I think she fucked half of South Florida tonight.”  Chelsea looked at Blake in shock.  “It’s no big deal,” Blake shrugged, “we don’t do it all the time, but we belong to a swinger’s group.”  Chelsea’s eyes widened. Blake stood up and tugged at her hand, “Come on, let’s go!”

Chelsea was tempted to stay in the bed, but Blake was insistent, so she climbed out and stood in front of him wearing only her panties.  “Go ahead,” he said, “take ‘em off…you said you’d get naked if I let you drive the Ferrari…”  Chelsea glanced out the window at the fabulous car, and, throwing caution to the wind, stepped out of her panties. It was her secret surrender. Blake was speechless, opening the bedroom door and waving her out of it.  When they got to the door leading to the garage, Chelsea sprinted the rest of the way giggling.  She was honestly getting a thrill running around the yard naked.

Blake crawled into the other side and showed her how to use the paddle shifter.  Chelsea backed smoothly out of the driveway, her entire body quivering at the thunderous sound of the exhaust. The shift points were marked in different colors on the tachometer, and she moved swiftly onto the main highway.  As far as she could see in either direction, there was no traffic.

“Boot it in the ass!” Blake cried.  She stepped on the accelerator and the little car took off like a rocket.  She had never driven more than eighty five miles per hour in her life, and Blake insisted that she pay attention to the tach instead of the speedometer.  Her nipples were hard and she was drenching the leather seat with her juices when she looked down at the speedometer instead of the tach. The car was handling as smooth as her mother’s did at thirty five…the speedometer read one sixty five.  Her breath caught in her throat as she fought back an orgasm.  According to the tach she still had two more gears!  “Kick it babe, you’re doing great!” Blake crowed.  Chelsea bore down on the gas pedal.

“Jesus Christ,” the lonely Florida State Trooper said to himself.  The radar gun read one hundred ninety miles per hour.  He sighed and put the gun down on the seat.  There was no way he was ever going to catch that car. All the other troopers in South Florida were out of service working wrecks.  This guy would either kill himself or get away with speeding…the trooper couldn’t even get a glimpse of the tag.

Long before she was ready to let off the gas, Chelsea had to turn off on the road to the lake house.  She slowed down to one hundred forty or so on the isolated two lane road, and then down to a stately twenty five or so on the long and winding gravel drive.  She parked the car on the concrete apron of the cottage and they got out of the car.  “Wow!” was all she could say.

Blake led the way down to the dock in the deserted lake.  He stripped off his pajama bottoms and slipped into the warm waist deep water.  Holding up the champagne bottle, he offered her a drink and she took a swig from the bottle.  “Come on in,” Blake teased her, “you can’t come to the lake without getting wet…”

Chelsea slipped into the water, and soon they were laughing and splashing and drinking from the bottle. Chelsea was not used to drinking, and she was already on a natural high from driving so fast  and being nude in the outdoors.  When Blake put his arm around her and gave her a quick kiss, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to her.  When he tossed the empty bottle up on the dock, she was truly drunk.  Blake turned and took her in his arms, kissing her for real.  His hard cock pressed against her bare belly and without thinking, she pressed back against it, loving the slippery feel of it against her skin in the water.

Blake’s hand went to one small perfect breast and his mouth went to the other.  With no notice whatsoever, Chelsea was aflame with wanting.  It had never been so strong, and she had never felt more free and open.  With a look of wicked delight, she reached down and took his hardness in her small hand.

“It’s so hard,” she said as she stared at the big cock in the bright light of the full moon.  It was the biggest real penis she had ever seen, and she was flooded with the desire to feel it inside her, and damn the consequences.  Chelsea wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her knees to Blake’s shoulders.  Her hips writhed as she sought to capture the tip of his erection, and after a few seconds she began to beg him.  “Put it inside me Blake.”

Blake fought with his conscience for all of a half second before grabbing his prick and guiding it to the entrance to her slit.  Chelsea moaned and began to push herself down on the rigid length of flesh.  She had never been so filled with joy, or cock, in her life.  Blake was the first
man
she had ever felt inside her, the other two had been teenage boys.  It was then that Chelsea started to cum, over and over again.  The orgasms were not all the same.  There would be a small one, and then a series of small ones.  Ever so often there would be a huge one, an orgasm that curled her toes and made her body go rigid…but they never stopped until Blake was too sore and tired to go on.

They managed to make it to the house before collapsing, Blake dragging the covers off the pretty king sized bed and falling onto the bare sheets, and Chelsea falling half across him.  In seconds, they were fast asleep.