The Mammoth Book of Women's Erotic Fantasies (63 page)

They rest together, Lang’s face hidden, Jessie’s still twisted in ecstasy. As his breathing slows Jessie withdraws, removes the condom and ties it off, then drops it to the floor
beside the bed. He runs his hand over Lang’s back – a luxuriant stroke that begins at Lang’s shoulder and slides down his spine to linger briefly between his buttocks – then
Jessie rolls over on his back and stretches out between us, mindless of the semen spattered on the blankets.

Lang lifts his head and contemplates Jessie with a peculiar expression. Jessie meets his eyes steadily, holding his gaze for an endless moment. Finally Jessie smiles, then rises up on his elbow.
Lang stays very still as Jessie kisses him, the lightest, gentlest brush of lips against lips.

Lang sighs then, his body relaxing and sinking down in the bed until his head rests against Jessie’s chest. It seems an incredibly intimate action, far more than anything that came before,
and, watching them, a nameless fear takes hold of my heart.

I experienced a sudden pain in the pit of my stomach and felt inexplicably cold, despite the warmth of the day. I must have withdrawn physically, because Jessie gripped my arm and pulled me back
against him. When I opened my eyes, blinking in the bright sunshine, he was watching me with tenderness and concern.

“I love you, Jayden,” Jessie told me, drawing me closer to his side. “I love you very much. You know that, don’t you?” I nodded and he kissed me, with the same
passion and adoration I’d always known from him. I melted against him, reassured, then heard Lang come splashing out of the water.

When I looked up at him, he was eyeing me with the same lust I’d noted earlier. “Getting late,” he observed. “Do you guys want to head home? We could pick up more beer
and hang out, maybe watch a movie. Or something,” he added, with a little smile.

I didn’t reply. Jessie hesitated for a moment, then gave my waist a squeeze. “Not tonight, buddy,” he replied. “We’ll drop you off, then I’m going to head
over to Jayden’s place for the night.”

I exhaled. The air rushed out of me and it wasn’t until then that I realized I’d been holding my breath. A flash of disappointment crossed Lang’s face, but he nodded.
“Cool,” he said. “Maybe I’ll call Crystal, see if she’s up and around.”

“She’d like that,” I assured him.

He shrugged as Jessie started packing up the picnic gear. “Maybe she would. Sometimes I’m not so sure she’s the right one for me, though.” I started to get up and Lang
extended his hand. “I think I’d do better with a different kind of girl. Somebody more like you,” he added as he helped me to my feet.”

“Sorry, buddy,” Jessie interjected, tossing the wad of towels at Lang. “Jayden’s taken. You’ll have to find your own.”

Lang nodded and chuckled ruefully as he caught the towels. “I know. You always
did
get the best girls.”

Jessie grinned. “Damn right.”

“Where can I find . . . a woman like that?” Lang sang softly, and Jessie and I laughed as we gathered up the blanket and cooler. Then the three of us headed for the parking lot, the
rays of the sun colouring the lake a soft pastel and the air beginning to cool as the day came to an end.

Sabrina (Edmonton, Canada)

It was a quiet night on the train. My stop was a way away so I sat on the cushioned vinyl seat next to the window and let my mind wander as the scenery passed by me in a
blur.

Usually the cars were crowded full of people reading books or newspapers, consciously ignoring one another or simply staring into space. Tonight there were only four others and myself. I’d
noticed them when they’d clambered onto the train at the last stop like a group of rambunctious puppies. College boys. Cocky as only young, good-looking and athletic college boys can be.

“She wanted me bad,” one said loudly. “I could tell just by the look in her eyes. She was creaming her panties just wait’n for me to ask her out again. Next week when we
go back she’ll cream them when I walk in the door, I won’t even have to talk to her.”

Laughter from the others signalled that not all of them agreed with his assessment of the situation.

“Get real, Scott. She won’t give you the time of day next week. She works in a pub full of guys that hit on her every day and girls don’t like it when you lead them on like you
did. She’s hot enough that she’ll be onto someone else by the time you get back there.” This guy looked like the smarter of the foursome, good-looking in a studious way with a
quiet authoritative voice. The type of voice that gave me orders in my dreams and made me cream my own panties.

They didn’t bother to try and be quiet so I closed my eyes, laid my head against the window and let myself be entertained by their conversation. They argued amongst themselves about how
much a woman would put up with if the sex was good enough and just how good each of them was in bed. When a particularly stupid comment was made I couldn’t smother my snort of laughter and
they went silent.

Knowing that they’d heard me, I turned in my seat to face them and give them something to think about. “First of all, yes, a woman will put up with a lot if the sex is good. Second,
just because you can get it up quickly for rounds two, three and even four, doesn’t mean you know how to use it. It only means you have stamina, which is a given at your age.”

Their reactions, clearly stamped on their expressive faces, ranged from surprise to anger to awe. My guess from this was that girls didn’t talk frankly to them and if they did they were
written off as ice queens.

“Yeah? And I suppose you’re going to tell us what makes it good, then?”

The challenge came from the loudest one, Scott. He’d been the one boasting about the waitress when they’d stepped onto the train. He was tall, well muscled, and obviously the
self-proclaimed leader of the group. I eyed him a second before checking out the others – all with shaggy hair, young eager faces, and hard bodies that my fingers itched to feel.

Making a spur of the moment decision, I stood up and faced them as the train slowed near my stop. “I’ll do better than tell you. I’ll
show
you. If you’re brave
enough to come with me now and do everything I say, I’ll teach you what pleases a woman.” I stepped off the train and began walking towards the stairs.

Seconds later footsteps clattered behind me and a voice called out, “Everything?”

“Everything.” I answered without a backward glance.

Pounding footsteps signalled them catching up to me. When I felt their presence close behind me I stopped and turned around.

Looking over the three that had followed me, anticipation made my breath catch in my throat. They were eager students and the power their willingness gave me worked as an aphrodisiac. My blood
heated in my veins as it rushed through my system and settled between my thighs. “I live just up the road. Once we walk into my house you will act on your best behaviour. Treat me with the
respect you would any of your professors, for I am about to give you your most valuable education.”

We walked in silence, each with our own thoughts. Once at the small old house I rented, we filed into the living room. “Make yourselves comfortable, boys. I just need to make a quick
call.”

I walked into the kitchen, picked up the phone and dialled automatically. When my roommate answered on the second ring I told her I had a special surprise for her and asked if she could make it
home from work early. When I returned to the living room, the guys were all seated on the sofa, shoes and jackets off, talking quietly amongst themselves.

“Tell me about yourselves,” I asked.

Tom, Nick and Steve were all on the university basketball team together. They also shared some of the same classes and were consistent B students as well. When I asked about career dreams I
learned that their friendship had surpassed the basketball court to plans of becoming future business partners. “We know that not all of us can make a career out of basketball but we want to
keep playing as long as we can.”

They were so cute and earnest when voicing their plans for the future, I couldn’t hold back any more. “Okay. First lesson.” I walked to the big picture window that looked out
on the street and pulled the blinds closed before continuing around the room lighting candles and dimming lights. “Set the stage, guys. Women, no matter what their shape, feel antsy the first
time they get naked in front of a guy. Make the light the most flattering and they will feel comfortable. The more comfortable they are, the more uninhibited they’ll be and then more fun is
had by all.”

I strolled over to the stereo and put on my favourite Enigma CD for some quiet background music

“In order for you to make her feel comfortable, you need to be comfortable as well.” My body started to sway to the music and I began to slowly take my clothes off. I danced as if I
was alone. Closing my eyes and running my hands over my breasts I continued to talk as I stripped. “You should know where she needs to touch you to please you and how she needs to touch you.
Soft, hard, a lick or a bite.” I pinched my nipples hard through my shirt. “If you don’t know what pleases you, how are you supposed to know what pleases her?”

Soon I stood in front of them in nothing but a purple silk bra and matching panties. Lust and eagerness vibrated off my captive audience and arced through the air. It was clear they wanted me
and all I had to offer, yet none of them reached to adjust the straining erections in their pants, let alone relax enough to pull them out for me to see.

They needed help.

I reached down and grabbed Steve’s hands from where they rested on his knees and pulled him up with me. “Dance with me,” I instructed. “And you guys need to relax. Get
comfortable with yourselves. Pull out your cocks and stroke them for me. I want to see how you touch yourselves.”

Steven pulled me close and we swayed with the music. His chocolate eyes stared into mine as we moved, his big hands roaming up and down my back. I brushed my body teasingly alongside his until
he grabbed my arse and pulled my hips tight to his so that his cock thrust rhythmically against me. I unbuttoned his shirt as he kept our hips moving together. After pulling off his shirt, I
stepped back.

“Continue the dance for me. Slowly taking off all your clothes,” I whispered before turning back to the two on the sofa.

Tom’s dick was short but fat, with an angry red head that made my mouth water. I licked my lips and eyed Nick’s cock next. Long and thick, with drops of pre-come already wetting the
tip, it made my pussy clench in anticipation of being filled. “That’s it, guys. Get up and get undressed.” I settled myself on the empty sofa and watched as they quickly stripped
down to nothing. When all three stood in front of me with dicks waving in the air, waiting for further instruction, I smiled and gave my next command.

“Make yourselves come.”

They looked at each other uncertainly.

“C’mon, now, guys. You need to be totally comfortable with yourselves first. No shyness allowed.” To get their attention back on me and off each other, I slipped off my bra and
fondled my own tits. Pinching and rolling my nipples around, I watched each of them reach for their cocks. Unable to help myself, I let one hand slide down my body and between my legs to where my
panties were soaked. “The first one to come will be the first to move on to the second lesson. How to eat pussy properly.”

I watched as they started pumping themselves. Hands fisted over hard cocks, hips beginning to thrust as they moved towards orgasms. It was a tight race. As I watched them pump and groan, my
finger was flying back and forth over my clit. I knew that the fact they could see my hand moving in my panties, and not see my cunt opening hungrily was helping them towards their goal.

“Ohhh . . . uhmmm,” I moaned as I pressed my thighs wider apart. I could feel my climax getting closer. My finger worked my clit harder . . . harder . . . there. Colours exploded
behind my eyes and I felt my muscles tense and shake as small waves of pleasure rolled over me.

“Ughhh!” I opened my eyes in time to see Nick’s eyes slide closed as a loud groan escaped his mouth and come erupted from his throbbing cock. Grunts from the other two followed
closely as they too shot jism into the air.

“Well done, boys,” came a soft voice from the entryway. “What has Sasha promised as a reward for those performances?”

I stood and walked over to the woman in the doorway. “I’d like you guys to meet my roommate, Emma. She’s come home early to help me out with your lessons.” I leaned in
and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. “Thanks.”

“All right, oh yeah,” came murmurs of approval from over my shoulder.

My hand cupped Emma’s soft cheek as I smiled into her eyes. “I promised you as the reward.”

Reaching for her hand, I pulled Emma into the middle of the room where the guys surrounded us. “Oral sex is different for every woman. When one tells you they don’t enjoy it,
it’s because they’ve never had it done by someone who really knows how to eat pussy.” I walked in a slow circle around Emma, letting my hand run over her body, patting her fanny,
cupping a heavy breast. Then stopping directly in front of her. “Whatever the case is, you need to get her going first – don’t just dive between her legs, thinking that will warm
her up, because it won’t.”

I looked deep into Emma’s green eyes and saw the flames of arousal flickering to life. With sure fingers I unbuttoned her blouse before peeling off the rest of her clothes. I let my hands
brush the curve of her breast then skim over the hard tips of her nipples. First my fingertips and then my lips trailed lightly over her belly, the backs of her knees, and finally the insides of
her thighs. I realized that I was doing exactly what I’d told them not to and stood up again. Tangling my fingers in Emma’s curls, I pulled her to me and opened her lush lips up with my
tongue. Cupping a firm tit in one hand I reached behind her and fondled her plump arse with the other.

Tearing my mouth away from hers, I licked my way down to the tit I held and suckled at the nipple until it was rigid in my mouth and she was moaning softly into the silent room. With a final nip
at the little morsel, I let go and led her over to the sofa.