The Mammoth Book of Women's Erotic Fantasies (39 page)

“I’m gonna pull your top off, get you totally naked,” Matt went on.

Tracy let go of my wrist and wrestled her undershirt off, so that she was as nude and lewd as Matt wanted her – as I wanted her. Her titties were as sun-kissed brown as the rest of her hot
bod, except for two white bikini triangles that framed her cherry-red nipples. I kept on stroking her gash, getting bolder and buffing her clitty with my thumb, while she groped her bare boobs,
squeezed and kneaded them, rolled her inch-long nipples between her fingers.

“Got your top off?” Matt asked.

“Yeah . . . it’s off,” Tracy breathed, her eyes closed, her head lolling back against some propped-up pillows, as I petted her puss, polished her clit.

“Okay, next I’m gonna grab those jugs of yours and play with them awhile – while we French.”

I gulped, the temperature in the room suddenly shooting up a hundred degrees or so. I had to keep blinking my eyes to see straight, but I did as I was told. I lifted my slickened hand off
Tracy’s cunny and wrapped it around one of her boobs, did the same with my other hand, started gently massaging her firm, warm titties.

I watched in amazement as her ever-hard nipples grew even longer, and then she grabbed my head and mashed her velvety lips against my lips. My overheated body was jolted with sexual electricity
as she hungrily kissed me, and I fumbled with her titties, plucked at her rigid nipples, until the gorgeous girl drove her tongue through my parted lips and into my mouth.

I almost fainted as Tracy scoured the inside of my gaping mouth with her slashing tongue, slamming it into my tongue. Eventually, though, I responded in kind, holding onto her handful tits for
dear life as we slapped our slippery, pink tongues together, wildly Frenched each other.

“Like I said, I’m gonna swipe tongue with you and juggle your knockers around until you’re really hot and bothered,” Matt droned on, as Tracy and I urgently
tongue-wrestled. “Then I’m gonna apply some mouth-action to your tits – lick those wicked nipples of yours, suck on them like a baby sucks on his mama’s teat.”

I pulled away from Tracy’s mouth, bent my dizzy head down to her heaving chest and started tonguing her girlish titties, her succulent nipples.

“Fuck, yeah!” she groaned, clutching at my long, black tresses.

I licked and licked first one of her obscenely swollen nipples, and then the other, lapping at her buds like a kitten laps at a bowl of warm milk. Then I squeezed her right boob so that her
nipple shot out impossibly long, and I vacuumed it into my mouth and sucked on it.

“Mmm,” she whimpered, her fingers tightening on my hair, pulling me into her chest.

“And after workin’ over your rack for a while, I’m gonna stick my face between your boobs and then drag my tongue from there all the way down to your flat belly, into your
muff,” Matt said, commanding me to do likewise.

I reluctantly disgorged Tracy’s spit-slickened left tit, kissed each of her protruding nips goodbye, and then jammed my face in between her titties. I stuck out my tongue and licked at her
cleavage, licked my way down her hot, bronze body – all the way down to her navel. I tongued her silver belly-button stud for a moment, then continued my wet, wicked skin-descent, till I
tasted fur.

“I’m gonna open up your pussy and shove my tongue deep into your hole,” Matt instructed, his voice rising with excitement. “I’m gonna fuckin’ fuck your juicy
twat with my tongue!”

Music to my burning ears! I slithered onto my belly, positioned my face in between Tracy’s golden thighs, and tentatively touched her glistening glory-hole flaps with my twitching fingers.
She moaned, mumbled my name, cupped and fondled her damp titties. I pulled her dewy lips apart and stared into her shiny, ultra-pink pink, and then swallowed my apprehension and took the final
plunge into all-out girl-love-dove tongue-first into her dripping cunny, spearing her hot-slot with my pink blade.

“Ohmigod!” she bleated.

I pumped my hardened sticker in and out of her cunny, fucking her with my tongue over and over and over, my brain barely comprehending what my mouth was doing. She tasted sweet and tangy at the
same time – just like I tasted – and, after tongue-drilling the writhing babe for a goodly amount of time, I licked her slow and hard clear from her butthole to her clitty, revelling in
her funky flavour.

“I’m gonna lick your puss, like, a million times,” Matt chimed in, catching up to me. “Then I’m gonna shove two fingers into your tight, little twat and fuck you
with my digits – while I slurp on your buzzer.”

The guy knew what a girl wants; it was no wonder he was so popular at school. I lifted my head and smacked my lips, swallowing some more of Tracy’s honey, and then I eased two of my
purple-tipped fingers into her squishy poon, started sliding them back and forth in her gripping love tunnel.

“Yeah, fuck me!” she screamed, supposedly to Matt, but really to me.

I pounded my pokers into my best friend’s cunny, while I teased her clitty with my lashing tongue. She thrashed around on the bed like she’d grabbed a downed power line, gripped her
titties so hard that I thought her nipples would shoot off and embed themselves in the ceiling. I frantically fucked her coochie with my digits, desperately licked her exposed, swelled-up nub,
until she suddenly let loose an ear-piercing scream and her cunny gushed hot girlie juice all over my hand.

Tracy’s sweat-sheened body shuddered violently with orgasm, and when I tore my finger-plugs out of her boiling cunny, I was astonished to see that she wasn’t just coming, she was
squirting!

“You’re gonna squirt come all over my face!” Matt hollered, so loud that it sounded like he was right there in the room with us. “And I’m gonna drink it all
in!”

I feverishly buffed Tracy’s engorged clitty, as the distraught girl shook uncontrollably, her volcanic pussy spraying chick-jizz straight into my face, my open mouth. She erupted like a
geyser, almost drowning me in her honey, but I managed to choke down just about all the squirt she could give me. And then, just as quickly as it had started, it was over. I lapped at her
smouldering cunny, anxious to get every last sticky drop of her sweet n’ sour goodness.

“Tasty, huh, Brittany?” Matt said – and not through the phone.

I jerked my head up from between Tracy’s damp, quivering legs, swivelled it around – spotted Matt standing in the open doorway, his cell phone in one hand, his long, hard cock in the
other.

“It got kinda boring down in the basement, so I thought I’d see how things were going up here,” he commented, grinning from ear to ear, stroking his awesome tool with a
practised stroke.

I spun my eyes back to Tracy, and she popped a thin, tired smile, her girlish body still undulating with the aftershocks of her blistering orgasm. “I’ve wanted to get with you for a
long time, Brittany,” she confessed. “And I thought, with Matt’s help, I could pull it off.” She puckered her pouty lips and blew me a kiss. “You were great,
baby.”

I stared at her in disbelief, and then my jaw unhinged when she added, “And Matt’s been wanting to get busy with you, too, which I’ve got no problem with – provided you
don’t?”

“I-I . . . sure!” I blurted. Who wouldn’t want to get it on with the best-looking dude in school?

Matt dropped his cell, and his jeans and Jockeys, ripped off his T-shirt, and stood there wearing only a pair of white sports socks and the father of all hard-on’s. Then he eagerly jumped
onto the bed, joining us two intimate gal-pals.

Matt and Tracy helped me unbutton and pull off my pajama top, skin away my bottoms, until I was as stark, raving naked as they were. Tracy told me to turn around and lie back against her, which
I did, and she wrapped her arms around my chest and hugged me tight, her sweaty hands gripping my bronze, medium-sized titties. I closed my eyes and sighed; I could’ve lain in Tracy’s
blissful, skin-to-skin embrace forever.

“Be careful, Matt,” Tracy warned, shattering my rapture. “Brittany hasn’t had much experience with guys.”

“Oh, yeah?” Matt said, as his girlfriend, and mine, softly kissed the nape of my neck, ran her warm, wet tongue in behind my ear, caressed my tingling titties.

Matt grabbed my ankles and spread my legs open for business. Then he crawled into the gap, his huge cock pointing arrow-straight at my moist cunny. He gripped his giant dick at the base and
steered it into my puffy pussy lips, shot his hips forward and punched the bloated head of his cock into my greasy slit. He grasped my thighs and lifted me up, jammed his monster cock all the way
into my coochie.

“Yeah, fuck me! Please fuck me!” I implored the chiselled stud, my head spinning, my cunny electrified. My body burned with the ultra-erotic heat of Tracy’s greedy hands on my
tremulous titties, her fingers primping my aching nipples, her tongue swirling around inside my ear; and with the fantastic, stuffed-full feeling of Matt’s thick meat buried deep inside my
conch.

He grunted with pleasure at my wet tightness, started churning his hips, pumping my twat with his studly cock. He vigorously sawed back and forth in my stretched-out sex-hole, and I basked in
the sensual sensations of him fucking me, Tracy feeling me up.

It went on and on and on, until Matt torqued the sexual pressure up a couple more notches by redoubling his already frenzied cunt-stroke, and my cunny tingled alarmingly in prelude to certain,
mind-blowing orgasm. I cracked my eyes open and stared blindly at Matt, his rock-hard body coated with perspiration as he hammered away at my cunny with his sledge of a cock, his face contorted
into a grim mask of lust.

Then my entire lower body suddenly went numb, to such an extent that I could barely feel Matt pumping my puss, barely hear his body slapping against my thighs, was only vaguely aware of Tracy
tugging on my titties, tonguing my neck. Then, just as suddenly, my cunny exploded and everything became crystal-clear – I could see and hear and feel every cock-thrust and nipple-pinch and
wet kiss with an almost painful clarity – and I was overwhelmed. “I’m coming!” I wailed, my flaming body going inferno.

“Fuck, yeah!” Matt bellowed, frantically slamming me, then ripping his juice-slick dong out of my cunny and spraying thick, white-hot streams of jism down onto my snatch.

My cunny felt painfully empty without Matt’s mammoth cock, but Tracy quickly picked up the slack by reaching down and rubbing my clitty. She stroked me faster and faster and faster, till
her hand was a blur, till my cunny exploded a second time and another humungous orgasm roared through me. My body arched like a bow stretched taut, and I desperately grabbed Tracy’s arms and
held on tight, convulsing with ecstasy, coming close to blacking out as multiple orgasms tore me apart, as Matt doused my gushing cunny with his steaming jizz, dyeing my jet-black fur a sticky
white.

I quivered with joy for what seemed a sexual eternity, until finally I collapsed back down into Tracy’s arms, my sweat-dappled body undulating with deep-down cunny satisfaction. Tracy
kissed my neck and shoulders, Matt my lips and tits, and I closed my eyes and revelled in the warm, wet feeling of absolute fulfillment.

. . . And that’s just one of the gazillion or so fantasies that serve to bank my raging sexual fires for the time being, till I finally get married. Then some lucky dude’s not gonna
know what hit him.

Claudia (Victoria, Australia)

“Hi, Sheila, it’s just me,” I said, bursting through the front door. I was running late for a dinner date with my sister, Christine.

I stopped dead in my tracks as I spied her coming out of the bathroom. I’d never seen her looking so hot. She nervously brushed a few wisps of hair that had escaped from beneath a towel
that was twisted into a turban on her head, clearly unnerved that I’d seen what she was wearing.

“I . . . er . . . I didn’t expect you home so early,” she stuttered.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off her stunning figure. She was wearing a red and black teddy underneath her robe. It was open, revealing her amazing body. She had beautiful ebony skin and the
red complemented her, turning her into a vibrant vamp.

“I forgot something,” I said, still staring at her breasts.

She pulled the robe tight around her body and rushed into her bedroom. I stood there looking after her. In the twelve months we’d shared this apartment, not once had I seen her go out on a
date, yet these last five Fridays, whenever I got home, she was never here and didn’t arrive back until Sunday morning.

When I’d asked her where she’d been, she just said she’d been out with some old school friends. I suggested she bring them around here one Friday. I said I’d love to meet
them but she just ignored me.

I was a snoop by nature and the fact that she had that sexy teddy on didn’t fool me. Normally she dressed very conservatively. She was a librarian and, believe me, usually she looked the
part. Hair pulled up in a bun, horn-rimmed glasses. She looked and acted like a mouse.

On the weekends prior she would just bum around in tracksuits and sloppy clothes. She always had her nose in a book. I must admit I didn’t have much time for her, always busy with my own
life. I had no idea she was so horny looking.

She was seeing someone, but who? And why the secrecy?

“See you,” she yelled, as she passed my door.

I felt so alone when she left. I lay on my bed thinking about her. Dinner with Christine now seemed such a chore whereas before I was looking forward to it.

“Can we skip dinner?” I asked Christine when she answered her phone.

“Yeah, why?” she said.

“Oh, I just don’t feel like it, that’s all,” I said.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, it’s just that . . . it’s . . .”

Christine knew I had a crush on Sheila. She’d already told me to either tell her or get over it.

“It’s what?” she pried.

“It’s Sheila. She’s going out again tonight and I caught her coming out of the bathroom wearing a very sexy teddy,” I blurted out.

“So what? Leave the girl alone. You have to get over this obsession you have with her,” she said.