50 SHADES of EROTICA: Mega Collection of 50 Erotic Stories (5 page)

Marge stared at him for long moments, her face impassive, and then she began to laugh.  It was just mirthful chuckles at first, but if quickly progressed to full blown hilarity.  Ray, nonplussed, waited for an explanation.  When Marge settled down, she had to wipe the tears from her eyes.  “I’m sorry baby,” she giggled, “I couldn’t help it.”  She ran a smooth cool hand across his forehead.  “I just couldn’t picture all that.  I know you believe what you told me, but I swear…I
promise
you…a pretty young thing like Courtney has no use for a forty year old married man.  You must have a pretty good imagination though, to have dreamed up such a story.”

He protested that he was telling the truth until Marge got a little short with him, telling him she’d heard enough.

“Well I guess since it’s just my imagination you won’t be upset if I go ahead and fuck her when she offers it again.”

Marge’s laughter rang out loud and clear in the bedroom as she leaned over and clicked off the lamp by the bed.  “That’s right baby,” she chuckled, “next time Courtney offers to spread those pretty legs for you, you just dive right in…and you give her a good stiff one for me, too!”  Still giggling at her husband’s insanity, Marge rolled over and was soon fast asleep.

Saturday morning, Marge called him on the golf course and told him that her mother was not feeling well and that she would be late coming home…that it might even be an overnight stay. Just before she hung up, she laughed and warned him.  “Watch out for Courtney when you get home baby, when I left she was wearing the smallest swimsuit I’ve seen her in so far…don’t let her give you a heart attack!”  She was still laughing when she ended the call.  Ray wasn’t certain how he was going to handle the situation when he got home, but he was resentful as hell.

Once more, Courtney and his son were at the pool, and once more his son was fast asleep under the tent fly.  Unlike the last weekend, however, Courtney was already topless in the pool.  Her perfectly shaped breasts floated in front of her, and the bikini bottom that she wore was barely more than a couple of strings and a patch of cloth.

When she saw him, she climbed the ladder out of the pool and beckoned him into the cabana.  No sooner had they entered the cabana than she whirled on him, her lovely breasts thrust very close to his own chest.  “Are you at least going to let me touch it today Ray?” her forefinger gently traced the thick bulge in his shorts.  When he didn’t move away, she cupped his cock with her hand; her eyes brightened, her lips parted, and her brilliant teeth bit down gently on her lower lip.  Courtney’s whole body wriggled, like a kitten being petted, and she slowly dropped to her knees before him, her liquid brown eyes locked on his.

Painfully slowly, as if she was suddenly uncertain, she unzipped his shorts and freed his thick cock from the shorts.  She wrapped both of her hands around his thick penis and opened her mouth.  Unable to hold back any longer, Ray grabbed her head and pulled her mouth down over his cock.  There was no hint of a slowdown.  His cock slid easily into her throat, past where the gag reflex normally took over.  Whatever else Courtney might be, she was a natural born cocksucker.  Her throat was open and her hands were on his ass cheeks, clawing and pulling him into her.  Ray was fucking her throat as if it was a pussy and she was loving it.

Her moans of encouragement were at first startling and then exciting.  His hands left her head and ripped his shirt off, but her head kept ramming into his cock, taking it deep in her throat.  Her moans were getting louder.  Ray pushed her away so that he could take of his shorts, but she fought him, trying to keep his cock in her mouth.  “I want it,” she moaned, “give it back to me!” 

He lifted her from her knees and bent to lower her bikini bottoms, leaving her naked.  He carried her to the chaise lounge and laid her on her back, spreading her legs wide and dropping his head between her legs and licking at the soft pink petals of her pussy.   Courtney slithered around on the lounge pulled him down on top of her, taking his cock back into her mouth and swallowing it even as he licked at her clit.  She put her hands on his bare ass cheeks and began lifting and lowering her head, her moans and muffled cries now louder and more rhythmic.  He had no idea why, but she really wanted him to cum in her mouth.

Her long legs were wrapped around his head and she was shaking as his tongue explored her sweetness.  When he lifted his head to suck her clit into his mouth she screamed loud and long around the cock in her throat.  It was too much for Ray, who began to spray his thick load into her eager mouth.

He had barely begun to recover when she crawled on top of him.  “I knew you would be a fantastic lover,” she said, her slim hips writhing on what moments before had been a flaccid tube of flesh.  It was now rigid again, ready to explore the inside of this fantasy of teen flesh atop his body.  He rotated his hips, feeling the tip slip between the folds of her pussy and lodge against the hard nubbin of her clit.

“Uh-uh,” she whispered, a wicked grin on her face.  “Not so fast Ray,” she performed a little wriggle of her hips and he felt the tip of his cock slip out of the entrance to her pussy an then her small hand directed it to the tight puckered ring of her ass.  “I knew you’d
give into me
,” she sighed.  She pushed back and felt him penetrate her ass.

A PASSION FOR HIM

SYNOPSIS:

Martin Bascom knows he is a lucky bastard.  He has a lovely wife who shares his pleasure at watching and being watched.  She’s also willing to share under the right circumstances.  He soon finds out he is luckier still, because there are
two
women who share
a passion for him…

Martin Bascomb was one of those men that everybody liked.  Simple, uncomplicated, and easygoing, he was a likeable man who was a friend to everyone he met.  He was also one of those strange individuals that never had to worry about what he ate, his body remained hard and muscular even though these days he worked inside at a desk in his study instead of outdoors, where he had spent most of his life.  His thick, sandy blonde hair, his chiseled features, and his intelligent hazel eyes contributed to his overall good looks, but most of the time it was the brilliance of his white smile that people remembered most.

The smile rattled Stella Merritt down to her toes everytime Martin turned it her way.  Just turned eighteen years old, the pretty senior got weak in the knees whenever her neighbor paid any attention to her at all.  When Martin and his pretty wife Elaine asked him to be their babysitter, Stella had been thrilled.  She longed for intimate contact with the man.

Stella had been watching through the couple’s bedroom window from her second floor bedroom, and she had salivated as she watched Elaine sucking on Martin’s thick penis…and she had often masturbated to the sight of them fucking on the king sized bed.  For her birthday, Stella had requested and gotten a fine pair of Zeiss hunting binoculars, ostensibly for bird watching…but in truth, the amazing optics had permitted her to get an intimately close look at Martin’s cock and Elaine’s pussy.  She had watched Elaine’s face closely at the moment of penetration and at the moment of her orgasm.  She knew exactly how Martin screwed up his face just before the cum flooded from the tip of his cock.  She even knew how much Elaine enjoyed something that Stella had always been taught was taboo…anal sex.  The woman seemed to love it, and she was always eager when Martin rolled her onto her belly and lifted her hips.  The expression on Elaine’s face was rapturous every single time Stella watched them having sex.  If Elaine’s reactions were to be trusted, Martin was a superior lover.

One of the games the couple played in their bedroom intrigued her intensely.  Martin would lie on one side of the bed and masturbate as Elaine played with herself.  He seemed to really enjoy it, and the game gave Stella the glimmer of an idea.

“Oh god yes Martin, stick it in my ass baby!” Elaine begged.  Martin eased his thick cock inside her well lubed ass and she lifted it towards him as he slid smoothly inside her.  “Oh fuck baby…mmm…so good…”  Elaine was one of the rare women who could actually cum from anal penetration, and she liked it often.  “Is…is she watching?” Elaine gasped.  She had loved the idea of being watched from the first time they had sensed the watcher. It had added an edge, a new dimension to the lovemaking she enjoyed so much with Martin.

“Yes,” Martin said, the hard muscles of his abdomen flexing as he rocked on top of Elaine’s ass.  He was as thrilled at being watched as Elaine was.  In truth, Martin loved to watch and to be watched, it was his favorite kink.

“Slam me baby,” Elaine begged, “give her a show!”  He did his best, shoving his cock deep in her ass and shooting his cum into her.  As always, the feel of his cum shooting inside her ass sent her over the edge.  She collapsed on the bed, Martin’s familiar and comfortable weight resting on her back.

“Do you think we can get her to play now that she’s legal?” Elaine asked, playing with his cock in plain view of Stella’s bedroom window.  They had needed to move the bed in front of the window after Elaine noticed Stella watching them through the window one evening.  The fact that the pretty teen was interested excited both of them, and the opportunity to live a fantasy is no an opportunity to be wasted.

“I hope so,” Martin said, shivering with pleasure as Elaine bent to lick at the sensitive head of his cock.

Stella held the Zeiss binoculars in one hand and the eight inch latex cock in the other.  As Elaine bent over Martin’s incredible six pack abs and licked the tip of his cock.  Stella pressed the dildo in as deep as it would go and came convulsively. 
So good…

Friday night was as good a time as any for the Bascombs to initiate their plan.  Elaine took the kids to her mother’s house for the weekend and was back home before Stella showed up at seven.

When Stella knocked at the door she was surprised when Martin answered the door wearing only a pair of white cotton pants that tied at the waist with a drawstring.  Her breath caught in her throat as she took in his deep tan, white smile, and the sexy abs that were so gorgeous they looked like the ones drawn in the comic books.  She was instantly wet, and she had to lean against the door frame to keep her balance.

Elaine came to the door wearing a long white thin cotton dress that did nothing to hide her beautiful body.  She reached for Stella and pulled her inside.  “Come on in Stella, we’re doing something a little different tonight.”  Elaine drew her to the center of the greatroom.  They had laid a white tablecloth out on the deep pile carpet, and there was an open bottle of champagne and three crystal flutes on the tablecloth.

Elaine set Stella down and then sat down cross legged beside her.  Martin laid down on his side, his bare skin gleaming in the dim light of the greatroom.  Stella looked around her, realizing with a shiver that the only light in the room came from dozens of candles.  It was like wandering into a really good porn movie, and she felt her nipples harden and the dampness begin between her legs.  Elaine put a hand high on Stella’s thigh, her delicate fingers raising goose bumps on Stella’s bare skin.  “We know you’ve been watching us,” Elaine said softly. Stella jumped guiltily, embarrassed that she had been caught, and surprised that the couple wasn’t angry at her.  A slightly scary feeling ran through her.  She was half wary and all horny, and her expectations were rising by the second.  “It’s okay,” Elaine whispered, one shoulder strap of the white dress slipping down and a single, rosy tipped breast glistening in the candlelight.  “We like to be watched.” 

Stella looked first into Elaine’s eyes to determine if she was being told the truth, and then into Martin’s.  Martin nodded his assent with a smile.  The three of them were a little on edge…it was a moment that could take many directions and none were exactly sure what would happen next.

“What…what do you want from me?” Stella whispered.

“I want to watch you with Martin,” Elaine said passionately, her hand stroking Stella’s wavy blonde hair softly.

Stella’s thighs spread involuntarily, and she moaned as Elaine’s hand slipped down to her breast.  Their lips were separated by inches, and Stella’s were moving soundlessly as Elaine’s soft hand slipped inside her top and grasped her supple breast, the nipple rigid against her palm. “Oh god…” Stella whispered, shivering.

Martin reached across the gap between them and replaced Elaine’s hand with his own.  Gently he drew Stella to him, and she came unresisting, whimpering at the long desired touch of his hand. Without conscious thought, Stella’s hand closed around the erection poking against the front of Martin’s pants.  Her mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ as Martin slowly removed her clothes, leaving kisses against her bare skin in the wake of his deft hands.  With every kiss against her tender skin, Stella’s body committed to anything Martin wanted to do to her.  She wanted him to do everything to her…all the things she had watched him do to Elaine through her bedroom window.  Stella felt free.