The New Black Lace Book of Women's Sexual Fantasies (15 page)

Suddenly my competitive juices are flowing almost as freely
as my cunt juices. I want one mouth at each breast, teeth
nipping at my nipples, I want her between my legs, hot mouth
on my clit while Andy fucks me until I'm about to pass out
from the number of orgasms wrung from my shuddering body.
As the images flash through my mind like a porn movie, I
become resolute.

Whatever this game is, I'm going to ensure that I win it. No
matter what.

But Andy's smiling knowingly. He moves to the table to pick
up something I can't see, and it makes me uneasy. It's like he's
read my mind and is amused to know this isn't going to be as
easy as I hope.

He gestures for us to lie on the floor, and manoeuvres us
around so we're lying in a sixty-niner. I begin to smile as I see
how close I am to the glistening strawberry red curls of her
cunt – this game isn't going to be a hardship at all. Then I see
the ribbon. Andy ties my hands together and then, with a
longer piece of ribbon, binds them to her thighs, e-ectively
leaving my head clamped between her legs and her unable to
squirm away. As he moves down and ties her the same way
between my thighs I cautiously test the bonds – it may be
ribbon but there's no give in it and the knots are tight. Until
he chooses to cut us free there's really nowhere to go.

He sits down on the sofa in front of us, master of all he
surveys, and we both turn to look at him, our heads framed
with the other's thighs.

'It's really very simple and, by the look of how much fun
you were both having earlier, it's not going to be a hardship.
I want you to lick each other out. Gently, hard, mashing your
faces deep into each other's cunts or nibbling the clit.'

She gasps slightly at the bluntness of Andy's order, her
breath on my mound making me shudder. 'You can do it
however you like. But the objective is to make the other girl
come. Again. And again. And again. The winner is the one who
makes the other orgasm most.' Andy's smiling down at me and
I know why he's so amused.

'Which may be a problem if you're especially sensitive after
an orgasm and unable to squirm away from someone intent
on making you come again.'

Fuck. I'm already so wet I can feel my juices running down
my inner thighs. Being tied down, licking out a stunning girl,
Andy watching the whole thing, is making me so stupidly
horny that I already know the odds aren't in my favour. And
that's before he shows us the riding crop.

'And if I don't think you're putting in enough e-ort with
each other, or if you begin to tire, I'll swat you with this until
you speed up again. Now begin.'

He sits back to enjoy the show.

And as I feel her tongue lick along my already slick pussy
lips I know I'm lost. I think I'm about to find out you can have
too much of a good thing.

And it's going to be a bloody amazing ride.

Rena, age 30
Heterosexual
Single, occasionally sexually active
No children
High School diploma
Retail
Ohio, USA

I think the first time I became aware of myself sexually I was
eleven or twelve. My uncle used to get adult books and magazines
and I was a child who would read anything, so I would
sneak in and read them. The ones that I read the most almost
always involved oral sex. Whether it was a man/woman or
woman/woman it didn't matter. Those stories always seemed
to be the ones that turned me on the most. It was by reading
those stories that I discovered what I could do for myself to
make me feel good. Right now the things that really get the
juices going are girl/girl scenes. I'm not a lesbian, but the
women in these scenes really get into what they are doing,
getting each other off. In the last few books I've read, the sexual
scenes that I liked were the alpha males who took control in
the bedroom. A few of the scenes drifted towards submissive/
dominant, but not to the extreme.

As for the best sex I've ever had – it's been so long since
I've had sex I'm not sure that I can remember! Let's see . . . I
was seventeen. I was sneaking out to be with my neighbour.
Since we were both sneaking, we almost always ended up
at the graveyard. I was feeling particularly horny that night
and could not wait to meet with him. As a teenage boy, he
knew nothing about foreplay so most of the times we were
together were over pretty quick. This night was di-erent. He
was never much of a kisser so we usually skipped all that.
Once we got to our 'spot', he slowly unsnapped my shirt and
took his time exploring my tits. He rolled the nipples between
his fingers, even bent down to lick and suck on them. He'd
never done that before. While he continued to lick and suck
on my tits, one of his hands travelled down between my legs.
He rubbed me back and forth through my pants a little before
unzipping them so that he could touch me skin to skin. He
always knew where to find my clit, but he never touched or
rubbed me long enough to satisfy me. While his hands were
busy in my pants, mine were working on removing his shirt.
This action got in the way of his mouth on my breasts, but
that was fine. What I really wanted to do was go down on
him.

The first time I had ever done that to him I had been really
shy and now that I had a little experience under his belt, it
became something that I enjoyed doing to him. Once his shirt
was off, I moved to his pants and by now he figured out what
I was trying to do and helped me. He took his hand out of my
pants and yanked his own down to his ankles. Down on my
knees, I pulled him free of his boxers and proceeded to lick his
shaft from top to bottom. I held and caressed his balls with
my hand while I used my tongue all over his dick. When his
hand squeezed my shoulder, I knew that's when he wanted
me to suck him fully into my mouth. He wasn't very big, so
taking him all the way to my throat was not a problem. As I
bobbed my head up and down on him, I'd swirl my tongue
around the head and suck really hard on my way back up (one
time his dick made a popping noise when he pulled out of my
mouth after I sucked real hard, we had been trying to do that
again ever since . . . to no avail). I quit moving my head so that
he could thrust into my mouth at his own speed and, when
his hips started to move a little too fast, I knew he was close
to coming. Pulling back a little, I started to lick him again,
letting his orgasm hold off a bit.

Now I was ready to fuck him. We would do it from behind
more often than not, and this night was no exception. No
matter how many times we had sex, I always liked the feel of
him sliding into me. He reached around to grab my tits and
started thrusting real slow. Once he set his pace, I started to
thrust back into him, trying to get him deeper inside me. I
put my hand between my legs so that I could feel his dick
sliding in and out of me and play with my clit a little. Then
he did something that he had never done before. He moved
my hand out of the way and used his own hand to play with
my clit. It felt so good my knees started to get a little weak.
While he played with my clit, he quit thrusting and buried
himself to the hilt inside me and just started to roll his hips
without pulling out too much. This combined with his fingers
on my clit just pushed me over the edge. I had never had an
orgasm like that before. When my muscles clenched around
his dick, he let his orgasm go and both of us started thrusting
like crazy until we couldn't stand anymore. I've had some
pretty good experiences since then, but that stands out as one
of the best.

I usually fantasise about threesomes with myself and two
men, someone unattainable that I would never meet in the
daily course of my life. I've always wondered what it would be
like to be penetrated at the same time by both of them. I've
seen it done in adult movies and ever since I've wondered what
the feeling of that kind of fulfilment would be like. To be with
two men whose sole goal was my pleasure first, to have my
body worshipped and loved . . .

Debbie, age 44
Bisexual
Celibate
Postgraduate student
Clinic Manager/Poet
London, UK

I fantasise about lying on my back on the bed, my head hanging
off the edge and being fucked in the mouth (a backwards blow
job); sixty-niners; sitting on his face – often with another
woman involved, i.e., her kissing me at same time or me licking
her cunt at the same time, or him fucking me and licking her,
or him fucking her with me and her kissing!

Rhonda, age 29
Bisexual
Single, moderately sexually active
Steady relationships, not live-in
No children
Doctorate degree
Professor
Ohio, USA

I have two fantasies. I'll start with the most recent, most embarrassing
to admit, hence the reason I have to write it out. I was
told the fetish is called 'furries'. Apparently these are individuals
who enjoy dressing up and/or engaging in sexual activity
with another dressed in a furry costume, i.e., fuzzy rabbit,
chicken, dog, etc., costumes. My most recent fantasy involves
an unknown beautiful woman in a bunny costume, her breasts
exposed through the costume (via cut-out holes), and a
boyfriend and me engaging in a threesome with the bunnycostumed
woman. We engage in intercourse and, while both
massaging the unknown woman's breasts, we climax. Repeat
this scenario, but with her rear exposed also, and actually
engaging in intercourse with the woman. All of this is, of
course, being videotaped.

True tale: my editor, no name here, and I have had this
banter-nip-and-dodge routine for some time now. I find him
cute and his wife adorable. My editor and I did not always like
each other; in fact, we could not, initially, stand each other. In
my fantasy, time soldiers on, we realise we respect each other
as writers, as talent on and off screen and, oh, right, of course,
we kinda dig each other. And he digs his wife. And I dig his
wife. They dig me. While this could easily be a night of
debauchery, I want to try and maintain
some
professional
decorum, so I allow myself a little fun – his wife paddles me,
he bends us both over and paddles us, and I make out with his
wife a little. However, this all happened
after
we met to discuss
some notes – while alone, briefly, out of the fucking blue – or
he's just that good at reading people, because I am a damn
great actress – he grabs me, flips me over his knee, quickly
pulls up my dress, pulls down my panties, spanks my bare
bottom a few times, pulls the panties up, the dress down, and
flips me back over. Estimated time-frame: twenty seconds. I
am amazed, flushed, excited, and proceed to giggle and touch
myself over it for weeks to come.

Rosemary, age 49
Heterosexual
Single, moderately sexually active
Children
Master's degree
Writer/Tutor
Bristol, UK

Being tied up by my brothers was the first time when I felt
sexually excited! I lost my virginity in the open air with snow
on the ground. I find sex outdoors extremely exciting. I love
the feel of fresh air blowing about my nether regions. Erotic
writing in books probably does it more than film, which is
horribly choreographed. Porn films do excite me, but in a guilty
kind of way as I don't really like the way women are usually
exploited in them.

What turns me on are masculine men with big cocks who
are cock-sure of themselves and who have a witty, knowing,
boyish charm about them; and being surprised and fucked by
men I didn't even know fancied me, especially when it feels
like uncontrollable lust – out of doors, in cars, in alleyways
before anyone sees, being taken over by the moment. Dressing
up as a naughty schoolgirl or tart, or turning up for a date in
a very public place wearing nothing underneath or just underwear,
stockings and suspenders, is another turn-on. I'd love to
have a threesome, but haven't found any men I fancy who'd
want to do that. The children hold me back, as I don't have sex
in the house if they're there, especially as I like to be noisy.

My favourite fantasy starts off slowly with a big strong man
who's probably slightly unshaven. He begins by whispering
that he wants my big juicy cunt and that I'm sooo sexy, etc.
He takes off my clothes – no, not all of them – I have my underwear
on. He doesn't have time to take off all his clothes – just
his trousers – but when he unleashes his cock it's huge and
throbbing and dribbling a little come on the end. He shows
me his huge cock and I'm wriggling excitedly, but he doesn't
let me have it yet. He doesn't put on a condom. He teases me
by rubbing around and around the outside of my vagina while
I'm pleading with him to fuck me, fuck me hard. He pulls my
panties to one side and enters me – deeply – I gasp, he holds
off, looking down into my eyes, then begins to fuck me slowly,
slowly. I've got my hands on his big muscular arse, and there's
someone watching. Oh, there's someone watching. I want to
escape, but he's got me pinned down by the arms; he takes out
some rope, or it might be ribbon, to tie my arms to the bedstead.
But there's someone watching. Someone's watching – it's
another man and he's pulling on his dick and watching as the
big man rides me hard and deep and good and I come and
come and come. He comes inside me and I can feel his lovely
big cock spurting inside me. 'You're a very dirty girl,' he whispers,
and the other guy comes over and fucks me too, and I
come again. Then the first guy returns and fucks me, but pulls
out before he comes and then shoots all over my tits. My hands
are loose and I rub the come into my tits as they're both now
all over me.

Beth, age 45
Heterosexual
Single, occasionally sexually active
Children
B S degree
Recruiter
California, USA

I really like multiple males. I don't see why I can't have two
men in my bed . . . well, other than the fact that I don't even
seem to have one at the moment, but hey . . .

My current favourite fantasy is that this brilliant chemist I
know invites me over, planning to seduce me, and a friend of
his just happens by while we're having some rather normal
sex. It gets progressively less realistic from there – probably to
do with too much abstinence. His friend has dark hair and blue
eyes, the chemist has blond hair and brown eyes – a fun mix.
I end up moving in with both of them and having a couple of
kids, one with each (I don't know why, but it's part of the
fantasy), some pets, and envious neighbours who either wish
I was their girlfriend or else hate me because they want another
man in their relationship. Weird, huh? Or not, I guess, as it
seems to be a recurring theme in other books and such.