The Mammoth Book of Women's Erotic Fantasies (27 page)

I lashed out my tongue and slashed at her cunny. She shuddered with the impact. I teased her pussy with my tongue, then lifted her right leg off the floor and placed her foot on the bed. Now I
had unrestricted access to her gaping, glistening cunt. I lapped at her moistened folds ferociously, forced my pointed tongue into and through her plump, pink pussy lips. I spread her wider with my
fingers and buried my tongue inside her twat, joyously tasting her hot love-juices for the very first time. I slammed my tongue in and out of her, fucking her with my slimy pleasure tool like it
was a swollen cock.

“Yes!” she cried, frantically squeezing and kneading her pert tits, viciously pulling and rolling her engorged nipples, her tawny body quivering with the sexual Shockwaves that my
talented tongue was generating within her molten pussy.

I lapped at her cunny like a kitten laps at a saucer of warm milk, revelling in the taste of her. Then I ploughed two fingers into her steaming lovebox and began fervently finger-fucking her as
I teased her clit with my tongue. My fingers flew in and out of her tight pussy, driving her wild, driving me wild.

“I’m going to come, Marie!” she screamed. Her face was contorted into a grim mask of barely contained ecstasy, and tears of lust trailed down her flaming cheeks and into her
open mouth. She let go of her titties and grabbed my head, tore at my hair, desperately clinging to me as her body was inundated with red-hot passion.

I pulled my fingers out of her soaking wet pussy, carefully licked off her juices, and then spread her wide and sucked hard on her clit. I was anxious to have my greedy mouth flooded by her
impending orgasm.

“Fuck, yes!” she yelled out, oblivious to the other residents of the thin-walled dorm. Her slim body was jolted by orgasm. Muscles contracted up and down her exquisite torso, and she
spasmed over and over, her tits jouncing up and down as she was torn asunder by white-hot ecstasy that centered on her pussy and my mouth.

I frenziedly sucked on her clit, and was quickly drenched with the liquid fruits of my labour of love – an orgasmic release of a tidal wave of fiery girl juice. She came on my face, in my
mouth, her hips bucking, her butt cheeks shuddering, her mouth opening and closing with silent screams of total abandon. I drank in as much of her womanly goodness as I could. I swallowed and
swallowed her come as she was devastated by multiple orgasms.

“Jesus!” she finally gasped, her tits trembling with the aftershocks of volcanic release, her body sheathed in dewy perspiration.

I licked up and down her pussy, slurping up the last few drops of her tangy come, and then nipped at her clit in a parting salute. I looked up at her and grinned, my lips and chin shiny with her
honey. “Now it’s my turn,” I said.

“Sure,” she agreed, sounding exhausted. “Why don’t –”

We were suddenly interrupted by the door popping open. We whipped our heads around and stared at the intruder, a young woman. If she was surprised by the spectacular sight of two naked, nubile
girls, one kneeling at the drenched pussy of the other, she didn’t show it.

“Hi, Taylor,” Josee said easily.

I glanced at her in surprise, at the mischievous smile playing across her puffy lips.

“Hi, Josee,” the girl called Taylor replied, closing the door securely behind her. “Looks like your plan worked, after all.”

Josee shrugged her shoulders, smoothed my hair down. “Well, actually, it turned out that Marie had a plan of her own. I just sorta played along.”

Taylor advanced into the room as I scrambled to my feet. “Nice to meet you, Marie,” she said. “I’m Josee’s roommate. She’s told me a lot about you.” She
reached out and shook my hand, which seemed a strange thing to do to a naked woman, but she topped that by kissing her roommate squarely on the lips. They frenched each other familiarly as I gaped
in amazement. My shy, innocent Josee obviously wasn’t nearly as shy nor innocent as she had led me to believe.

“Are you and Josee . . . lovers?” I asked Taylor in disbelief, when the two girls had finally ceased their tongue-wrestling.

“Every chance we get,” the young woman replied, laughing. “Right, Jo?”

Josee nodded. “But we’ve never had a threesome before. You up for it, Marie?”

“Oh, I think she’s up for it, all right,” Taylor replied for me, reaching out to fondle my swollen nipples – the exclamation points on my mounting excitement.

I looked at Josee, and she grinned back at me and fingered her pussy. “Uh, I-I . . .” I stuttered, then gave up as my body was suffused with the erotic heat of Taylor’s
tit-groping. She really knew her way around a girl’s mams.

“Mmm,” I moaned, as Taylor squeezed my big tits together and rolled my nipples. I regarded her through lowered eyelids and saw that she was built along the same lines that I was
– big and curvaceous. She had long, wavy, auburn hair, and her large eyes were warm and brown, her chest huge and heaving. She was barely wearing a red tube-top and black spandex pants. I
closed my eyes for a moment, basking in the warm feel of her hands on my tits, and then, when I reopened my eyes, Taylor was wearing nothing at all. And now Josee was the one fondling my tits,
firing my pussy.

“Now, how shall we do this?” Taylor pondered, bouncing a finger on her puckered lips. “Oh, I know. Josee can eat out Marie’s pussy, while Marie gives me a little of what
she gave Josee. Sound fair?”

We both nodded. When the positioning had been hastily completed, the erotic entanglement left me lying on my back on one of the beds, Josee’s head between my legs, with Taylor balanced
just above me, facing the wall, her knees on either side of my face. I quickly grabbed onto Taylor’s plump, round buttocks and pulled her soaking snatch down into my mouth.

“Yeah,” she moaned. “Do me like you did Josee.”

I lapped at Taylor’s cunny and massaged her beautiful behind. She tasted as good as Josee, and I couldn’t get enough. Meanwhile, Josee was driving me wild by licking my pussy with
the polished, frenetic skill of the dedicated muff-diver. I moaned into Taylor’s cunt and the girl’s body quivered with the vibrations of my voice.

Josee reached up and played with my titties while she kindled my cunt-fire with her tongue. She squeezed my breasts and sucked on my clit, making me dizzy with her sexual skills, and it was all
I could do to keep on tongue-lashing Taylor’s luscious snatch. I licked up and down her pussy, over and over, then around and into her arse. She jumped when my wet, probing tongue explored
her tiny bunghole.

“What a fantastic sight,” Josee said, momentarily raising her head from my shiny womanhood to gaze at the sexy scenario of her pretty roommate climbing the wall as I furiously lapped
at her pussy and arse.

“Fuck almighty, I’m coming!” Taylor cried out, cutting short the time for introspection.

Josee dipped her talented tongue back into my pussy and redoubled her efforts, trying to bring me off in sync to Taylor’s mounting orgasm. I clenched Taylor’s butt and drove my
tongue deep into the quaking girl’s cunny. Josee was sucking hard on my clit, and my head started to spin as my senses were overwhelmed with the smell and taste of Taylor’s molten
womanhood, and the sensuous sensation of Josee’s cunt-licking.

“Here I come!” Taylor shrieked.

Her butt cheeks jumped around in my hands as her perfect body was wracked by a tongue-inspired orgasm. I frantically clung to her pussy with my mouth, drinking down her liquid ecstasy as she
came over and over again. Then, before Taylor had ceased her gyrations of joy, my own body blazed with fire and my mind was sent reeling. Josee’s cuntwork had pushed me over the edge. I shut
my eyes and clung to Taylor’s bucking rump as the tingling in my pussy exploded into electric shocks that jolted my body like I’d been plugged into a wall socket. My pussy erupted and I
drenched Josee’s sweet face with my lovejuices.

“Yeah!” I screamed, shattered by thundering orgasms that detonated inside of me and wasted my body and mind. I gasped for air, found only pussy, and my ecstasy was like nothing
I’d ever experienced before.

Taylor dropped down onto my stomach and covered my gaping mouth with her own, swallowing my cries of pleasure, as Josee continued to relentlessly tongue-fuck me and polish my clit with her
thumb. I thought I was headed for blackout when a final orgasm, the most powerful yet, tore through my body and into Taylor’s sucking mouth. Then I lay shaken and dazed in the afterglow of
total fulfillment, my body dappled with sweat, my soul obliterated.

Josee crawled up behind Taylor, encircled the babe’s tits with her arms, and the two girlfriends shared my come with each other, swapping it back and forth with their tongues. I watched
through a thick, warm haze, my body languid, my brain struggling to regain a foothold on reality.

“Do you think Marie’s going to transfer, now?” Josee asked Taylor, as the devious scamp felt up Taylor’s big tits and pointed nipples.

They looked at me.

“I don’t know,” Taylor replied. “I think she still needs some more convincing.”

I smiled weakly, willing to learn all I could.

. . . That’s just one of my fantasies involving Josee. I’ve got lots more, which I dream up as needed. And with study break approaching, I’m thinking that
maybe it’s time for a road trip – to a friendly campus where I can hopefully put some of the lessons I’ve learned in my head to good, practical use.

Bekka (Birmingham, UK)

Like a lot of people, I have a long dull trip to work, and sometimes I’ve looked at my fellow travellers and wondered what they did for a living and where they’d
come from. Then one year, I ended up doing a lot of shift work, late in the evening and there weren’t many people to watch. Particularly on the homeward bound journey. Often there was only
one other man. He was good-looking, but very shy as he never said a word to me, but sat with his nose in a book or magazine for the entire trip. I began to fantasize about him, who he was, what he
was doing coming home so late every evening. When I realized that these fantasies were becoming sexual, I decided to do something about it. Now I’m not backward in coming forward, but even
so, I managed to shock myself as I daydreamed and wove my cunning plan. Would it work?

So one evening I found myself standing on the metro platform, shivering with a combination of cold and anticipation. A chilly breeze managed to whistle round my bare knees, even under my long
coat. I stamped my feet and looked at my watch. The tram should be here soon. This late at night the metro only ran every half hour. I grimaced and bit my lip with nerves. What if he wasn’t
on this tram? I would have frozen my behind off for nothing. The rails began to sing and I sighed with relief as the tram pulled into the station. At least I could get out of the cold.

Stepping into the deserted carriage, my heart sank. He wasn’t there. Then I saw the familiar mop of dark hair, at the far end of the carriage. My heart thumped again, this time with
excitement. He was sitting facing forward. That would make everything so much easier. The tram set off and I made my unsteady way towards him

The seat I chose was facing him, with its back to the driver’s cab and raised a step up. I carefully climbed the step, a little wobbly in my spike-heeled boots. I paused before I sat down
to undo the buttons of my long coat. He barely glanced at me as I took my seat, his nose in his book.

I adjusted my clothing, hitching my short stretchy skirt up higher and allowing my coat to fall open. Now for part one of my action plan. I crossed my legs carelessly. As I did so, I caught his
book with my toe and knocked it out of his hands.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.”

“That’s OK, no harm done.” He bent to pick the book up. He sat back in his seat, and his face flushed as he stared at me. He obviously couldn’t believe his eyes. I knew
he recognized me. We regularly commuted to and from the city on the same bus and tram. But he had never seen me looking as I did tonight.

Normally I dressed for work in modest clothing, with a skirt that falls below my knees and a high-necked blouse. I always wore sensible shoes; after all, I was on my feet all evening. Now I sat
across from him with my legs apart, my skirt hitched up, almost to my waist and my naked pussy clearly visible to his amazed eyes. He gulped and looked me in the face. I could feel that my cheeks
were hot and flushed, partly with embarrassment, but mostly with excitement. I grinned at him, and he nervously grinned back.

From the look on his face, my next actions almost gave him a heart attack. I took one of my fingers and slid it lingeringly along my pussy lips. I was still wearing my black gloves and the
leather-clad finger against my pale skin would have been a shocking contrast. He watched, mesmerized, as I slid my finger up and down my slit.

His cock must have been hard enough to make him uncomfortable as he shifted in his seat. I couldn’t help the little gasp that escaped my lips as I stared at his zipper. He glanced up at my
face and saw that I was staring at his groin. Tentatively he ran his hand over the hard ridge in his trousers and I moaned with excitement. I opened my legs wider, my eyes riveted to his cock.
Almost absentmindedly, I slid two fingers inside myself, then slowly withdrew them, the black leather shining with my juices. It was his turn to groan. He stroked himself harder, pressing firmly
through the fabric. I wondered if he was going to come in his pants.

The jerking of the tram brought us back to a sense of time and place as it slowed and came to a halt at the next station. I teasingly removed my fingers from my cunt and slowly brought my legs
together. The carriage doors whooshed open, but no-one got on. It seemed like an eternity before the bell rang and the tram moved off again. He looked regretfully up at my face. I could guess what
he was thinking. Ours was the next stop, only a minute away. No time for more naughty games. Of course, he was quite wrong.

I stood up slowly, my short knitted skirt stayed where it was, rucked up above my buttocks looking more like a wide belt than an article of clothing. I stepped carefully down from my seat and
came to stand in the aisle beside him. I am quite tall and, with my high-heeled boots, my naked pussy was almost at his head height. Teetering precariously as the tram swayed along its tracks, I
held a grab rail in one hand and stuffed the other in my coat pocket. I held that side of my coat open, shielding the object of my desire from the driver.