Stories to Make You Blush: Seven Naughty Tales

by Marie Gray

  Liana had thrown herself on top of a very willing Valérie and she now lay over the length of her body. They hugged furiously, rolling around one on top of the other, spreading each other’s thighs apart with their legs, mashing their crotches together….Liana’s huge breasts were squashing Valérie’s tinier ones. Liana raised her chest and freed her partner’s delicious little tits so she could begin gently licking and sucking them. Pulling herself up a little more, she spread Valérie’s thighs apart, and her hot tongue descended to teasingly lick her girlfriend. After a few minutes, she lay down on Valérie once more so that their legs, tongues, and wet hair intermingled. What a fabulous contrast of colors and textures! thought Bernard in ecstasy.

  Valérie chose that blessed moment to give him a sign to come closer, without, however, giving him permission to touch her. Spreading Valérie’s pink lips apart with her dark fingers, Liana exposed her friend’s shaved pussy to the hot rays of the sun, giving Bernard a stunning view of Valérie’s swollen and palpitating clitoris. Liana began to eat her out in earnest now, considerately turning her head a little to one side so that Bernard could admire the show. After letting her tongue do the work for a while, Liana pushed her agile fingers deep into Valérie’s pussy, causing Valérie to quiver ever so gently as she whispered both Bernard and Liana’s names. She came almost immediately. Bernard’s eyes were riveted on her dripping, helplessly contracting pussy and he desperately wanted a taste—which both women simultaneously refused.

  His frustration was increasing at the same rate as his excitement, but his troubles weren’t over yet. Valérie got up on her knees and pulled Liana toward her. They kissed with insatiable ardor and rubbed their breasts together again. Valérie’s slender fingers began exploring the moist, sticky folds between Liana’s legs. The brunette then went to lie down on some piled-up mattresses in the corner, Valérie following her like a good little kitty before kneeling to taste the dark wetness between her lover’s legs.

  Nothing was going to stop Bernard now. There was no turning back. He was staring at Valérie’s beautiful cheeks spread apart right in front of him and he didn’t have to tell his cock twice to go join them. With one quick finger, he was able to assess that she was still very well lubricated and quite ready for the assault he was planning. Like a bull going for the matador, he went in for the attack, shoving himself inside of her with all his brute strength. He heard the urgent moan rising from the lips that were firmly planted on Liana’s pussy. The view was spectacular from where he was. He watched himself thrusting into the blond who was licking the brunette. He rammed Valérie hard with a volley of brutal thrusts before deciding to make the pleasure last as long as possible. He slowed down to savor the spectacle.

  Valérie made them move to one side so that he could get a good look at Liana’s gaping pussy. She was gleaming wet. Valérie fondled, pinched, and affectionately nibbled her girlfriend’s tawny breasts before returning to her task further down. The sight of her tanned fingers probing Liana’s dark, slick opening made Bernard shudder furiously as he pumped away. He couldn’t speed up or touch himself or he would have exploded. Two pairs of knowledgeable hands were now running all over the Cuban’s body. Valérie’s hands were covering her breasts and hair, and Liana was fingering her own stomach and thighs. Bernard pulled out for a moment so he could get a clear eyeful of their glistening pussies. He wanted to taste both women now and savor the difference.

  He invaded Valérie with an eager tongue that he flicked around inside of her. She sighed deeply and slid her hand between Liana’s hot, humid thighs. Liana in turn penetrated Valérie with her long brown fingers. Knowing that his lover was now in good hands, Bernard slid his face between Liana’s thighs. She had a sweeter, mellower taste than Valérie, like some mysterious exotic spice. Valérie then decided to stretch her insatiable lover out on his back. Straddling him backward, she lie down over his torso and took his cock in her mouth. Liana got up and knelt over his face, suddenly flooding him with her orgasm as she shoved a distracted finger inside of Valérie. After a brief instant in which Bernard thought he might die of pleasure, Valérie freed him and stood up, making Liana lie down in front of her so she could return to tasting that sweetness between her lover’s legs. As she fell to her knees and went down on Liana, Valérie offered her ass to a stupefied Bernard once more. He answered her call immediately and slid himself hard inside of her while Liana’s fruity taste still swam in his mouth. He tried to hold himself back some more but it was in vain…. His muscles were refusing to cooperate any longer; they began contracting with a vengeance, demanding the release of the most powerful orgasm of his life. But he was still determined to make the climax last as long as he possibly could.

  In the middle of all this, Bernard suddenly realized that this escapade was probably just the first in a series of wonderful adventures that he would be experiencing over the course of the next few days. This vision took away his breath and his will. His brain went on strike; he was nothing but a helpless slave to his cock and balls now. He knew he was losing the battle, that he was going to finally let it all blow when…SPLASH!

  He found himself in the water…in his neighborhood’s public swimming pool. The first sensation he was aware of was his all-too-painful erection. He swallowed a ton of water and the chlorine stung his throat and went up his nose, making him gag and choke. Shaking his scanty-haired head as he came to the surface, he realized with horror that a terrible sunburn covered the entire front of his pudgy body. His too-tight bathing suit was murdering his flabby waist and roasted thighs. It was only at this moment that he came back to sad reality, which worked wonders in his groin, instantly deflating his cock. Painfully, sadness, self-pity, and a terrible shame weighing him down, he made his way as discreetly as possible out of the pool and back to his chair. The mocking smiles he could see on the faces of various people lounging around did nothing to ease his pain—until a cool, soft hand touched his arm. He jumped as if he’d been stung and found himself staring into the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.

  “Here, use this on your sunburn; it’ll make you feel better.”

  He had seen her before. Alison? Madison? He wasn’t too sure. He had dismissed her then, but now he realized that maybe, just maybe, she was worth taking a closer look. Yes, her hand was quite pudgy, as were her thighs and belly. She was no Liana, and certainly no Valérie, but her sunburn matched his to perfection, and her eyes, which stared into his with what seemed like genuine concern, were the sweetest shade of blue behind the thick glasses. He figured he’d be lucky—very, very lucky—if he could take her to dinner tonight. She smiled, and he took a deep breath…

  One Woman’s Happiness

  Alex had been recounting her latest heartache to Peter, a good friend and occasional lover. After listening to her tale of woe, and offering his solid shoulder for her to cry on or hit, Peter finally said, “Don’t worry, my poor Alex, wisdom will come to grace you yet. You did nothing wrong except maybe walk into a situation with your eyes shut tight again.”

  The situation he was referring to was in fact one of the most maddening ones Alex had ever gotten herself into. During the course of her rather unstable love life, some episodes had been reasonably happy, some had been totally frustrating or just plain sad, and others had been nothing short of sensational. But this latest one took the cake!

  Peter and Alex had been good friends since they had begun their studies together. He was one of the first people to receive the news of her engagement. He was there to cheer her on when she got married and to console her, fifteen years later, when she got divorced. Peter also actively witnessed the massive identity crisis that hit her the day she turned forty. That was approximately the time when they became lovers, three years ago already—Oh, it was nothing serious, of course, just two good friends who got along fine in bed and knew how to offer and receive the pleasure of consolation when times were tough.

  The marriage and ensuing divorce were textbook scenarios: Alex and Jerome
had dated during their high school and university years. They were married as soon as they got their degrees, had a quiet life in the suburbs, and then—WHAM!—husband falls in love with a colleague sixteen years his junior and blames his wife for not remaining the adolescent he fell in love with. That seemed to be ample justification for him to simply go out and find an adolescent to replace her.

  She had tried to reason with him. She had suggested marriage counseling and had even proposed that Jerome spend time with The Other Woman so that he could properly weigh out the pros and cons. But it was all in vain. He had already made his decision and wanted the divorce to be finalized as quickly as possible because his new flame felt wrong about settling down with a married man. “Talk about playing dirty!” Alex had raged. “Why didn’t she just leave the married man alone in the first place?” But she concluded that this concept was probably too advanced for the young woman’s tiny brain.

  The days preceding her divorce had been spent feeling extremely sorry for herself, brooding incessantly over the idea that she was getting old and was no longer attractive. In short, her self-esteem hit the zero mark. If it hadn’t been for Natalie…she would be grateful to Natalie for the rest of her life. This cherished friend had gone to great lengths to help pull Alex out of her stagnation. Natalie’s ultimate therapy had included several excursions downtown to empty the clothing stores, a trip to the hairdresser and beautician, and a tour of all the trendiest bars to show Alex what an effect she still had on men. All in all, the results were very encouraging. She didn’t meet the “soul mate” or encounter mad passion—something she had never really known anyway—but men were flirting with her all evening long and she had adored every instant of it. That bastard Jerome could go to hell! One morning, Alex made a firm decision to be on the lookout for every potential affair that might come her way, and to allow herself to indulge in every interesting fantasy that might surface in her life. After all, she deserved all the pleasure she could get her hands on, didn’t she?

  There seemed to be a catch, however. None of these males in heat really stirred up any luscious desires in her. “Trust fate!” Natalie kept telling her. “It’s when you least expect it that something will happen!” Easy to say. Well, it took a few years, but that something did happen; however, it wasn’t quite what Alex had expected.

  It was when the current school year started up—the first day in fact—that she noticed Sebastian. Suddenly, there he was, standing right in front of her. He was huge with shoulder-length blond curls, reminding her of a Greek god. And his eyes…a jaw-dropping, beautiful green, with tiny gold specks. He could have been a model, a movie star, or a football player. But he had one remarkable quirk—all too rare, she was sure, in one so good-looking: he was adorably shy, and would blush crimson whenever she spoke to him. She wasn’t usually partial to men who were too perfect-looking, but one glance at Sebastian took her breath away and produced instant stomach butterflies. He had actually managed to break her rock-solid concentration! Amazing! She would have given anything at that moment to have been able to start stroking those incredible blond curls. To this day, she still remembers his classic reaction to her stare: completely unable to meet her eyes, he had given her a shy sideways smile and said nothing, as if the cat had swallowed his tongue, which would have been a shame.

  At first, the promise of a liaison with Sebastian seemed like some sort of godsend. It was every woman’s dream come true: mutual love at first sight, or whatever came closest to it, and passion that needed only to be sparked to start smoldering into something impossible to resist. There you go! Alex knew in her heart that she had been just waiting for something like this to happen, but she also knew something else: she, who had shamelessly condemned her husband for acting like a latent adolescent, was now about to enter the same territory. And she had made such fun of Jerome! Sebastian was not a new teacher, or even a student teacher. Oh no, that would have been much too simple. He was a student and barely twenty years old! “Alex, my ancient Alex, you will wipe these lustful thoughts from your mind this instant!” she told herself sternly. And she did manage, for a time, to convince herself that she had actually regained control. At least for a little while.

  During the next two weeks, she would find herself trying to cross paths with Sebastian in the hallway, or guiltily looking for him on the campus grounds. She was also tormented by renegade thoughts (him, naked, in her bed, coming at the top of his lungs…).

  When he was in class, Alex would lose her concentration and forget where she was in the lecture she was giving to the pack of ignoramuses she suddenly didn’t give a damn about. She knew this was an outright lack of professionalism, but these days, her desire was seriously undermining her self-discipline. As the young man’s intense gaze slid all over her, she felt more and more convinced that the attraction was mutual. She would have given anything to feel his hands on her body, this body that was now causing her a lot of ambivalent feelings.

  But it was unthinkable! Alex was a dedicated teacher. Her career was also her life’s work, something she truly believed in.

  One afternoon, Peter caught up with her in the cafeteria.

  “How’s it going? You don’t look a hundred percent these days.”

  “Oh, it’s okay. I’m just a little tired, that’s all.”

  “Too much work?”

  “No! I’m a little preoccupied and I haven’t been sleeping or eating that well…nothing serious.”

  “You’re not sick, are you?” Peter looked worried.

  “No, no…I’m just a little distracted, that’s all.”

  He was quiet for a moment and then he addressed her with a sly little smile. “Hmm… there wouldn’t by any chance be a man behind all this, would there?”

  “Why would you say that?”

  Her answer had a touch of irritation she hadn’t meant to convey, but she felt herself blushing nonetheless. She suddenly blurted, “Just because I’m a little preoccupied doesn’t mean there has to be a man involved! What’s gotten into you? You’re all so egocentric! If a woman gets distracted, there has to be a man involved, right?!”

  “Hey, hey, relax! No problem. I’ll leave you alone now! When you’ve calmed down, we’ll talk again. See you later, Alex!”

  “Peter, wait!”

  But he had already gone toward a group of teachers that Alex didn’t feel like joining right now. She would have to apologize to him later.

  It was in the middle of the afternoon that she found him in his office. After sheepishly entering the room, she said softly, “I’m sorry. I’m a bundle of nerves.”

  “What’s up? Do you want to go have a coffee? I’ve got an hour to kill before the next class.”

  “Okay, let’s go!”

  Initially, she had no intention of sharing her sordid preoccupations with him; at any rate, she was burning with shame about it. Was she in the process of stumbling into the footsteps of some of her male colleagues who embarked on risky affairs—the same colleagues she had always referred to as lecherous old pigs? But, as always, she was underestimating Peter’s instincts about her. He knew damn well that the only reason she had flown off the handle that day was because he had hit the nail right on the head, and he was bristling with curiosity now. Alex took the plunge and told him the entire story. There was a heavy silence at the end of it and she didn’t even dare look at Peter for fear of instant judgment and condemnation. After what seemed like an eternity, he lifted her chin and asked her with a mysterious smile, “And what are you going to do about this?”

  “Nothing! Nothing at all! I’m twice his age. It’s unthinkable! Can you imagine what they’d say about me?”

  “Oh, they would probably say that you really know how to have a good time and you couldn’t give a damn what other people think! If you really want my opinion, I think that attitude is a lot more in keeping with the Alex I know. And if it bothers you to that extent, all you have to do is be discreet.”

  “You’re nuts! I’m old enough
to be his mother! And what would it really accomplish in the end? He’d eventually meet someone else and just dump me. All that anguish for nothing.”

  “And what makes you think, once you conquer him with your fine mind and your charm, that he might not want a serious relationship?”

  “You’re dreaming, my friend! But I know the way this stuff works. I’m going to stay obsessed with him until I can find some way of living it out.”

  “Go on then! What have you got to lose?”

  “My reputation, maybe?”

  “Which one? The reputation for spending all your nights alone lusting in vain after some young body?”

  Alex had a terrible urge to hit him at this moment. Why didn’t she just go for it and plow him one? Probably because of that stupid little smile on his endearing little mug. And maybe he wasn’t so off base after all? What did she really have to lose?

  The next morning, she didn’t avert her gaze from Sebastian’s, and she gave him the most engaging smiles. She would apply this tactic for a while to see whether or not there was a favorable response from him. It was one thing to imagine a relationship with a mere boy, and it was quite another thing to make him take the bait.

  This game continued for about two more weeks, and there were some promising turns. He now stopped to talk to her after every class. Their discussions usually revolved around the course content, but he did release a few facts about his personal life as well. She now knew certain details about him, like the fact that Al Pacino was his idol and swimming was his passion (hence the magnificent body), but he had been forced to stop training a year ago because of a serious leg injury.

  All in all, things were definitely moving forward—at a snail’s pace to be sure, but moving forward nonetheless. The whole situation was, however, increasing her distraction, and her dreams were becoming decidedly more explicit.