The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica 3

by Maxim Jakubowski

  Bratwurst just shrugged toward Cherry. “She’s a hot tomato,” he said with a wink at the guard.

  “Yeah,” echoed T-Bone, overhearing as he rejoined the group, pizza in hand. “And she’s explained it clearly enough to me. Tits just want to be free.

  “Well done, meat.” Cherry whispered to the giggling Lola, “I train them well.” The security guard rolled his eyes and shook his head. “OK, girls, just be gone when I come back this way later.

  “No,” the tomato said loudly to his departing back, but he didn’t turn back to argue with her.

  Lola never saw him again during the afternoon, though she imagined him hiding in shops and peeping at them whenever he could. After the rest of the group left for the day, Cherry dragged Lola into the Dress Barn Woman store, saying only, “Let’s go change clothes.”

  In the dressing room, which fortunately had a wooden door that locked and went almost down to the floor, the tomato told Lola to strip.

  “Everything?”

  “Everything. Now. We’re going to change clothes – with each other.”

  Lola pulled off her skirt and her panties and watched Cherry take off her jeans. They stood side by side in front of the mirror and looked at each other, their breasts tanned from the afternoon of sun, their sturdy hips, their matching curves, their long hair only an inch or so different in length – maybe not twins, Lola thought, but definitely sisters.

  Cherry held Lola in front of her and caressed her. “Watch me,” she whispered as her hands ran down over Lola’s belly and her fingers began to slide inside Lola, who was already soaking wet.

  “Watch me watching you,” Cherry whispered again, and Lola met her eyes as Cherry’s thumb stroked her clit and two fingers twisted deep inside her. “More,” Lola sighed, “more . . . more.” Cherry slid a third finger inside her as Lola leaned back against her and began to shudder.

  “Open your eyes and watch,” Cherry said, and she did, and all she could see was feminine skin and beauty and softness and her own trembling legs and Cherry’s strong fingers bringing her to the finest orgasm she could ever remember having.

  Cherry began to dress her in her jeans and tank top, but Lola protested that it was her turn. “Not yet, sweetheart,” the tomato laughed. Right now, I’m hungry.

  “For what?”

  “Bacon.”

  “I don’t know if he’ll be there,” Lola said nervously as Cherry drove her home.

  “It doesn’t matter,” Cherry said with a smile, Lola’s thigh pressed up against hers as she drove, her right arm draped around Lola’s shoulder. “He’ll come.”

  Lola thought maybe she wanted to stay sitting just as they were in Cherry’s old-style car for ever, with Cherry wearing Lola’s skirt and shirt, minus the black lace bra since it wasn’t quite big enough. They could drive around town, calling out new meat names for men, calling out to women to take their tops off for equality!, then ride off into the sunset, stopping every now and then to climb in the big back seat and fuck each other into some kind of happiness.

  “Check the missed calls on my cell phone, baby, I’m sure you’ll find he’s around. But tell me, Lola, do you own a strap-on?”

  Lola saw Keith’s cell phone number on the phone, and tried to care, but she was too busy giggling at the idea of herself with a strap-on. “No, just a regular plug-in vibrator. We’ve never been too big on sex toys.”

  Cherry patted her shoulder like a child. “You’ll find that Bacon has plenty.”

  “He does?”

  “Yes, baby, check his gym bag that he never goes to the gym with.”

  The sudden curiosity growing over Lola was stronger than the rays of final evening sunlight piercing through their windows. “What do you do with him, Cherry? Why does he call you?”

  “About the same as all meat, baby. They stroke themselves, they fantasize, I fantasize for them, they imagine sucking my tits . . .” she said, guiding Lola’s head to that spot, unbuttoning one more button for her to imitate. “Then I almost always have them picture me with my big black strap-on fucking them up the ass, while they do it to themselves with their own dildoes and plugs.”

  Lola sucked, pressing her head hard to Cherry’s breasts, while she felt her wetness almost flow down to her toes at Cherry’s words.

  “Yeah, I know,” Cherry whispered softly to her, “it’s hot, isn’t it, baby? You can see why I do it for a living.”

  “He’s never asked me for that,” Lola said, coming up for air. “My finger there, maybe sometimes, but nothing else.”

  “And that’s your answer, isn’t it, why meat comes to the tomato – to get what they’re not comfortable going for elsewhere. Dont worry, baby, were here, and Bacons got everything we need. Well sizzle.

  They took their tops off, even though it was dark, and ran up the stairs to Lola and Keith’s place, but found no Bacon in sight. Lola found the gym bag immediately, and couldn’t help but laugh at the variety found there.

  “Let’s greet him with them,” Cherry said, starting to lay out a trail of toys from the front door to the bed with Lola’s help. “Save these two, baby, that’s what you’ll need.”

  They raided the fridge and fed each other in bed; they raided each other and ate, and ate, until the entire apartment smelled like sex, and contentment. The sound of his key in the lock woke them both from their drowsy sexed-out sleep. Cherry jumped out of bed and covered Lola up with the quilt.

  “You can’t be here!” Keith said as the tomato stood in front of him stark naked and greeted him with a kiss. But she felt for his crotch and he was already hard, so she only laughed and walked him carefully through the toy-trail towards the bed.

  “Lola will come home!” he tried again, but she assured him that wasn’t a problem, and he began to lose track of his concern as she unbuttoned his shirt and kissed him again, hard. When he started moaning, she stopped undressing him, stepped back and said, “Bacon, strip.”

  He stripped for her, quickly. Lola popped up from beneath the covers and stared. Bacon. Keith was tall and lean, and if Lola squinted at him just right he did look like a piece of bacon – hot, a little slippery, not necessarily good for you, but tasty.

  “Lola!” He looked more than stunned, staring at the two voluptuous naked women in front of him, rather like he was watching both his wildest fantasy and his worst nightmare come true.

  “Lola, get dressed,” he said in his firmest boyfriend voice, trying to regain some control over the situation.

  “No,” she said, and it sounded like someone else’s voice, a strong voice, a voice that could stand up for itself anywhere in the world. “No, I won’t.”

  “Don’t sweat, Bacon,” the tomato jumped in. Well fuck you, youll cook for us, well talk - grill you even, maybe. It will all become clear.

  Keith smiled, then frowned, but Lola noticed that his cock never went down. “Lola, I barely know this woman . . . nothing she’s told you is true . . . you both need to get dressed, and she has to leave.”

  “No,” Lola said, this time in the voice of a goddess, a voice that owned not just its sexuality but its freedom, its joy, and the strength of a dozen proud women. She brought out the lube and his silver rocket dildo and held them up to him with a sweet smile. “No. No more lies.” She moved towards him and spanked his ass lightly. Bend over, Bacon.

  The Swing

  Mari Ness

  Hi. Ask a Nurse?

  Great. You’re like totally confidential, right? Like, totally, really confidential? OK. OK. Yeah. Well, see, this is real embarrassing. Yeah, I’m sure you have, but I don’t know that you’ve heard this one. OK, OK. My wife’s hanging suspended from the ceiling, and, she, well, this is the crazy part. She kind, err, superglued her strap-on to her skin, and it’s starting to hurt her.

  No, this isn’t an obscene phone call. Believe me, if it were, I’d be coming up with something a lot less embarrassing.

  No, I don’t want to call 911.

  I don’t exactly have a lot o
f clothes on myself.

  Oh, that. Well, the thing is, I’m kinda handcuffed to this chair.

  Yeah, you’re right. Maybe I should start from the beginning. How much of a beginning do you want?

  Well, you see, here’s the problem. My wife is hot. Seriously, seriously, hot. She’s shaking her head right now at me, but I’m telling you, this woman is a fucking sex goddess.

  Ma’am, believe me, this is relevant. None of this would be happening if she weren’t so hot.

  So what this means is, I want to fuck her. All the time. I mean, constantly. And she’s fine with this, but she wants variety. Not just the same old missionary position over and over again. And I’m fine with that. But after a few years, when you’re having the kinda constant sex that I’m demanding, you’re kinda running out of positions on the bed, you know? Yeah, you know. So we’re thinking through our options, wondering what we can do to get the variety she needs. We’re not really that into, you know, sharing, and some of that S/M stuff – well, it’s all pretty cool, but some of it just isn’t, you know, us.

  Oh, you do know how we feel. Good.

  So anyway, we’re shopping around, looking for catalogs and stuff, when suddenly we find The Swing. Think capital letters here, ma’am. Really capital letters. The thing’s suspended from the ceiling, you see, and from it, either she, or I, can get into any number of positions that we could never reach on a bed. And the best thing of all – the thing can be raised or lowered even as you’re having sex. I’m talking hot. I’m talking the thing had me so hot that I had to grab her right then and there while we were reading through the catalogue.

  Oh, that time was in the kitchen – her up on the countertop. Quick, hard, good. I’m telling you, this woman is absolutely something.

  Well, yeah, I’m handcuffed to a chair right now, but that doesn’t mean I’ll say absolutely anything. Besides which, if you were looking at her right now –

  Yeah, I’m pretty tall. But the thing is, you can do the same thing, if you just get up on a stool. I mean, my wife’s a bit shorter than me, so when we were going in the opposite direction –

  Yeah, I’ll get back to the story. So anyway, we bought this chair. Pretty damn expensive, but what the hell – we could easily delay buying me a new car for another couple of years, right? I mean, the thought of having Janice in there – that’s her name, by the way, Janice – was just way too much to resist.

  Oh. We bought it on the Internet. Amazing site, too. But you can find them anywhere. Another good thing – you can take the thing down quickly if, like, your mother-in-law’s coming by, or something. Although we hung ours up in our extra room – the one we told guests was, you know, just storage. Course, we did store things there – a spare mattress, a hardback chair, a softer chair, some little toys and all that –

  Oh, you have one of those too? Yeah, great, aren’t they?

  So anyway, we hang the thing up – having sex like three times while we’re doing it, cause, well, you know, it took some time to find a good stud to put a nail –

  Yeah, okay, I’ll stop with the bad puns. So anyway, we get this thing hung, and it’s incredible. I mean, incredible. Once shes in it, I can do anything. I can pull her to any height I wanted, screw her up, down, sideways, you name it. She got me to hang in there a few times too, and let me tell you, the feel of her mouth on me when I was suspended – it took the whole concept of blow job to new levels. And the way she managed to angle me so I could watch every single moment of what she was doing – God, I’m telling you, it might be just as well that orgasms like that don’t come every day.

  Most of the time, though, it was her up in that swing, hanging lusciously down, letting me fondle every single damn part of her skin. For the first time, I could take her from behind – I mean, really, really take her from behind. Pull her up to just the right angle for my knees and so that I could just reach the G-spot and make her start going really wild, you know. I could fill my hands with her while I pushed into her – God, I’m hard again just thinking about it.

  No, I can’t do anything about it – my hands are handcuffed behind this chair, remember?

  And she wore these great little silk things every time we used the thing – although to tell you the truth, since it’s just you and me and she’s over there suspended from the ceiling, I pretty much prefer her naked. I mean, she was meant to be naked, what with that amazing ass of hers. She’s got, let me tell you, the absolutely perfect butt. She keeps claiming it’s too fat, but I’m telling you, it’s incredible – rounded, soft, meant for fondling and gripping. Sometimes I think I married her for her ass. And now, with this thing, I could have as much of her ass as I wanted. I could have her dangle there for hours, while I sucked and nibbled, sometimes rubbing at her hole, sometimes fucking her with my finger while I nibbled around her butt. It was –

  Are you all right?

  OK, just wondered about that sound there. Anyway, the thing was, I got totally, totally, into handling her ass, which was not cool, she tells me, because our agreement was variety. And I’m like, fine, I like variety, but I just have to have more of your butt. And then it occurs to me. There’s this one thing that we haven’t tried.

  Yeah, the other thing. Anal. I get, I gotta be honest with you, totally worked up at the idea. I’ve never done it before; she’s never done it before. She’s a little uncertain. But we’ve got lots of lube on hand, and I say, hey, it’s variety, and she’s like, OK, and I get her up in the swing and start playing with her tits, just to get her really ready again, until she’s starting to moan again, and then she turns to me and says, with this incredible look on her face, you know, I get to do you next.

  I’m so involved in her tits I totally miss this. All I want to do is suck at them some more before I move on, but then she raps me a bit with her fist and says, hey, did you hear me? And I look up at that, keeping one hand on one nipple, and say, what? And she repeats it. I get to do you next.

  Now, I gotta tell you. I’m feeling really uneasy with the concept, variety or no variety. I mean, yeah, I’ve heard about guys doing this with their wives – but you, in the sense of jokes and stuff. And well, I never thought Janice had that sort of kink. But she looks as me as she’s dangling there, in her little red silk teddy, and she – I swear – wiggles her butt at me. So what am I supposed to do, huh?

  Yeah, that’s right. I start playing with her breasts again, and then start lubing up her ass. And I do her in the ass, and, you know, it feels pretty good – very tight, very hard, and I come good and hard. It feels great. I give her a long kiss, and help her out of the thing, and then spend more time kissing and fondling her butt, and then, you know, we’re going at it on the mattress again.

  Six years, next Friday. Yeah, we’re kinda stunned about some of these marathon sessions too. But, as I told you, she’s hot.

  Anyway, I admit it, I totally forget about my end of the bargain, and it’s a few days before we head into that room again. By now we’re both really horny again, since, believe it or not, there’s been nothing since, and I want her, badly. This time, she’s got on this black silk thing that shows off her legs, and I’m telling you, if I didn’t know how good things were going to get, we would have been using the mattress right then and there. But I start pulling at the swing, lifting it up from the floor, and checking the ropes, watching her rummaging through drawers, wiggling her butt at me. And then she pulls out this strap-on.

  And I’m like a bit, whoa, but she’s grinning and twirling the thing around, and saying, remember what you agreed to. And I’m stuck, because, after all, she’s right, I did agree to this. So she wiggles into the thing, and I’m staring at this strap-on attached to my wife, and I have to tell you, it’s, well, quite something.

  Honestly, I have no idea what I felt. Something, anyway.

  But anyway, she comes up to me wearing the strap-on, and starts kissing me, and of course, my dick starts responding to this – can’t help it, really. It’s jumping, and I’m startin
g to jump, and she puts my hand on one of her tits, and that’s enough to get me going. I play with her nipple for a bit, and then she breaks away and grabs a bottle of lube from the drawer.

  Hey, I say, a bit uneasily. Before you like, get that inside me, why don’t we try a few practice runs first? And she says, what do you have in mind, and I say, the same thing I do with you, you know, just rub it over me. Not the sexiest way to put it, I guess, but she seems to get all hot at the idea, so she slaps the belt holding the thing on and goes, yes, and points at the mattress. So I fall on it, and she follows me, and gets on top of me and begins kissing me and rubbing this dildo over me. Which I have to say is pretty weird, but I’m enjoying it anyway, because I can see that she’s enjoying the experience. So I flip over on my front, and she runs the thing up and down my butt, and then I flip over again, and she mock-fucks me, moving between my legs, and I have to admit, this is all pretty fun.

  There’s only one problem – the strap-on itself, you see, which doesn’t seem to understand that it’s meant to be strapped on, and not, you know, wiggling about. Which its doing. So Janice keeps having to stop, to adjust the thing, or make it tighter, or something. Come to think of it, I’m still not sure if she really put the thing on right in the first place, or if she even got the right one. Maybe she did, maybe she didnt. But the thing wasn’t all that controlled. I mean, fine for our pretend leg fucking and all, but if she was really going to fuck me, she needed more control.

  No, I didn’t say anything. She decided that herself. She finally got up and walked over to our drawer where we keep various things, saying, maybe there’s something here that will help this thing stay on better, and in the meantime, I’m just laying back, watching, because during all of this that little black thing she’d been wearing has come off in places, and I have one great look at her legs. So I put my hand down and start stroking my dick again, watching her rummage through the drawer, and I gotta say that I’m wondering if she’s going to pull out some other fun toy, or if I’m ever going to get to do her again from behind in the swing again, or if she’s just going to keep torturing me all day. But she rummages along, and finally comes up with a small tube of something. I think I can use this as sealant, she says.