Best Women's Erotica 2012

by Violet Blue

  But he never gave me the chance.

  I was liquid, my skin cold and hot by turns depending on where his hands and skin and mouth were. Jay licked my neck and sucked the water that still dripped from the tips of my hair. And then his teeth closed around a nipple, and I knew I had to reconsider my plan of attack. The spark of pain traveled down to my clit and I felt myself swell.

  When he let my hands go, I grabbed his shoulders and pushed, but that only made him lean into me more. And then his hands were on my hips, around my thighs, and suddenly my knees were up and he went on the offensive and pushed himself deep inside me. I’d barely even touched him, but it didn’t matter because I still hadn’t said no.

  There was no defense against the thrusts that knocked and slid me around. My ass was cold and hot from the bathroom door and his hands and fingers, crushing and kneading and trying to find purchase, as if there were any way Jay could get any deeper inside me.

  And each time he pulled out and away and left me half empty and feeling the lack I did what I could to open wider and invite more of him, to shove him into me up to his hips, his thighs, his ribs and shoulders. I couldn’t fit enough of him into me to feel completely satisfied.

  “More,” I demanded, hoping he would understand what I meant, that it would make him even more angry, that I could recapture some of the power I’d had.

  Jay looked at me then, stopped completely, cock half inside me. He saw me, and I held his stare, daring him to stop, daring him to keep going.

  And then he stumbled, his toe caught on the bathroom rug, and he slid out of me like a missile that’s lost its target and I whimpered, nearly cried in disappointment and retreat.

  So he kneeled then, grappled with me, awkward, until I slid down the wall and onto the floor, not caring about the mess, my head half on the towel, my right arm pinned against the tub. His hands, hot on my skin, spread my legs wide, bent my right knee over the tub’s edge and pushed my left along the floor until my foot hit the cabinet. And he smiled at me then, tight-lipped and trembling, planning his attack, Panzer-tank dick, armor hard and pointed toward the trenches. Instead of a head-on assault, the plunge I was waiting for, he lifted my ass and, elbows down, leaned close and sniffed me from asshole to navel, nose grazing my clit and tongue skimming along the edges of my lips, thumbs spreading me wide. And I lay there, pinned to the wire, held fast in no-man’s-land and waiting for the first volley.

  Jay flanked me then, twisting around to hide my view across the field, and I felt heat and wet and his tongue battering then smoothing and his whole mouth sucking at my clit and chewing his way around and there was no way to defend myself. I wanted him to keep going and to stop and to ram deep into me again, both at once, impossible to do but necessary. And he knew my longing for the bone-crushing weight of it all, the end to the battle, and he pushed his hand in, two fingers then three, then four, his hand making squelching noises as he rotated and slid it in and out, his thumb free to mash around my clit as he tongued me and rubbed his teeth over the tip. And the tracers sparkled down the bottom of my spine, a delicate light in contrast to the physical brutality of war and I trapped his hand up to the meat of his palm with contractions, bruising and squeezing and letting go and squeezing again and he kissed me then and I tasted my own victory, musky and thick, on his mouth and tongue.

  “Is that enough of an apology?” he asked.

  “No,” I said.

  The quick flash of anger on his face told me that I had used my last weapon wisely. “To the victor go the spoils,” I said with a laugh and pushed him back down for the negotiations.

  NEIGHBORLY RELATIONS

  Dorianne

  I know I shouldn’t be doing this...but oh, how I love to do what I’m not supposed to do, thought Erika as her downstairs neighbor’s best friend rolled a condom onto his cock. At least it wasn’t Arthur himself, Arthur being the next-door neighbor who had slipped quietly back to his own apartment when it became clear that Erika and his friend—what was his name again?—were hitting it off in the way that results in clothing being removed.

  She had promised herself never to fuck Arthur as she didn’t want to complicate their neighborly relations, but his friends were still fair game. And here she was fucking his friend, whatever his name was. His name didn’t matter as much as his cock did. The member in question pushed its way into her cunt and she gasped a little.

  This is a little perfunctory, though, she thought. She’d like him to touch her tits a bit. Sure, foreplay isn’t a necessity in a heat-of-the-moment scenario but his hands weren’t doing anything important. He was just thrusting; he could at least grab some boob. Actually, the fact that she was even thinking this meant the thrusting itself wasn’t that impressive—usually during sex she can’t form a thought more coherent than some combination of the words god, fuck, now and please.

  And as soon as she fully realized that she wasn’t enjoying herself, he came. Just like that, over and done with. His face squished up, he grunted, then pulled out, tossed the condom aside and went to the bathroom.

  Jesus, she thought, that’s the worst lay I’ve had since high school. She put her feet back on the floor and picked up the condom before it could spill semen on her carpet.

  As unpleasant as the whole experience was, she was still determined to stay on friendly terms with Arthur and all his friends, even the lame lay, whose name it turned out was Blake. A couple of weeks later she was hanging out at Arthur’s place with all the boys. They drank a lot of beer and made a lot of crude jokes, which definitely fit into her idea of a good time. But when Blake made a particular remark that was a blatant boast of his sexual prowess she couldn’t control herself. She didn’t intend to embarrass Blake but she involuntarily snorted, loudly, in reaction to his comment.

  Perhaps no one would have noticed her snort if Arthur hadn’t started laughing. Arthur, of course, was the only person in the room who knew that she had slept with Blake—other than Blake himself, who now turned her a baleful eye.

  “I’m sorry, Blake…” She tried to say something more but Arthur’s giggles hadn’t abated and they were contagious and she couldn’t speak for laughing. Blake was turning a deep shade of pink and their other friends were quickly getting the picture.

  “So are you saying you’ve bagged Blake and it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, Erika?” asked the big one named Craig.

  “It was so laughably bad I almost cracked up!” said Erika, then cracked up right then and there. The room filled with laughter and Blake’s face turned fuchsia. Finally he could take it no more and he stood up angrily, towering over Erika.

  “I was fucking drunk!” he yelled. “I’ll show you a good fuck, c’mon, let’s go.” Erika was astounded, stunned into silence. He took her arm with determination. “Into the bedroom, I’ll give you the best balling of your life.” The other guys in the room were laughing at this as well, but it wasn’t the uproarious laughter of before, the laughter of a friend’s humiliation. This laughter was more subdued, more tentative—would she or wouldn’t she? Everyone wanted to know. Erika wanted to know herself.

  “Well…” she said and paused. In that pause every man in the room caught his breath. “You have a lot to make up for.”

  “This will change the way you think about cock, trust me,” Blake boasted.

  “Oh, I think I’ve had enough cock from you,” Erika said firmly, her decision made. “You can make me come—or at least you can try—but the cock stays in your pants.” It seemed fair.

  Apparently it seemed fair to everyone. Arthur and Craig and the other guy cheered. Erika, stood up, then Blake did as well.

  “Hold on a minute. You’re not some sort of stealth comer are you?” Blake asked. “If the guys can’t hear you, it’ll be your word against mine.”

  “Why do they have to just listen? I’m sure they’d all prefer to watch. Wouldn’t you?” Erika asked them, cocky now, excited by the brashness of it.

  I’ve never been in a bedroom wit
h so many men at once before, Erika thought as she slipped her panties off and threw them aside. Then she lay back on Arthur’s bed.

  Blake started slow. That’s good, this is already more fun than last time, Erika thought, as his hands lightly brushed her body all over, hesitating here and there to tease a nipple, a lip, an earlobe.

  Her eye caught Arthur’s as Blake pulled her breasts out from the front of her low-cut shirt. She smiled slightly and he grinned, blushing. Craig noticed the interchange so she looked Craig in the eye and held it steadily as Blake bit down on one nipple and twisted the other. She gasped, but kept her eyes focused. Craig and Arthur and whatever the other guy’s name was, she couldn’t remember if she ever knew it—the gasp seemed to affect them deeply. They all inhaled at once.

  Blake went down and she moved her gaze to her favorite sight—a head nestled between her legs. He grabbed her thighs and pushed them out and up as far as his arms would stretch. Now the appreciative audience could see a full display of her nether regions, pink and swollen. They could see Blake leave lakes of saliva on her labia as he licked slowly all the way up from tip to tip of her crevice. She shuddered as his tongue passed over her clitoris. In response to the shudder the tongue stopped, came back and circled around until she was moaning. Even over her moaning she could hear the heavy breathing from the three boys at the foot of the bed.

  Blake’s tongue tickled its way back down and unexpectedly plunged into her asshole. She squealed, producing a funny noise. She giggled at her own squeal and laughter erupted from the end of the bed as well. Blake caught the laughter too, and he suctioned his lips around her cooch to laugh directly into it. This vibration cause more squeals, which turned back into moans as he thrust his tongue into her. His thumb, which had at some point migrated down to her mound, inched down farther to rub the hood of her clit.

  Her entire physical sensation had moved to the area between her thighs. The only places she felt were where Blake was touching her, with his hands, his tongue, his lips and the rough side of his face.

  Her other senses were similarly fixed: her eyes on the eager, lust-filled faces of the three boys at the end of the bed, and her ears on the sounds of sex. The sounds were always her favorite part—or at least one of her favorite parts. Her own breathing and moaning and grunting, the slurpy wet sounds coming from where Blake’s face met her pussy and now, for the first time in her experience, the added resonance of three other men heavily breathing.

  Both her legs were up in the air and one of Blake’s hands was spreading her open to allow his tongue—and the eyes of the onlookers—access to her clit while the other hand worked its way inside her. His fingers thrust into her in the same rhythm his tongue used and her moans turned into screams. She almost lost consciousness for a second—all she felt was pleasure. She forced her eyes open again to see all three audience members stroking erections through their pants. This image was all she needed to come, her muscles tightening around Blake’s fingers, her thighs tightening around his head. She held on for an eternity of seconds, then dropped back.

  Blake sat back, a smug look on his face.

  “So I think I proved myself,” he said, and looked back at his friends. His face changed slightly when he saw them, their faces glazed with lust, their erections throbbing through their jeans.

  Still panting, Erika propped herself up on her elbows to see that Blake was also visibly aroused. “Now,” she said, “I want cock.”

  Blake whipped his head around, his eyes filled with such delight it made her smile. Before she could even ask, Arthur pulled condoms out from wherever he kept them and showered them down on Erika and Blake like confetti.

  “The show must go on,” Arthur sang and the boys laughed and clapped each other on their backs, something she’d never seen men do when they all had raging hard-ons.

  Blake was already undressed and rolling a condom on his cock which, unlike last time, looked large and hard. Erika’s body was taut with excitement. Every inch of skin felt like an erogenous zone. She decided to go big or go home. Her home was only one floor away, but that seemed very far indeed.

  “But I don’t need just one cock…” She purred and cocked an eyebrow at Arthur, Craig and the boy she didn’t know.

  They were unsure at first, but Erika knew exactly what she wanted. Once the three had pulled off their clothes, she put Arthur’s cock in her mouth and took the other two, one in each hand.

  This was what she wanted to be doing. This time when Blake entered her it felt like a totally different man from the time before. It felt like she was being fucked by a porn star. It felt fantastic. She swallowed hard on Arthur’s cock, and tightened her grip and sped up on the other two.

  It occurred to her that they might not respect her in the morning. This amused her, as much as one can be amused when focusing on four points of sexual contact at once. What benefit was their respect to her? Nice to have, sure, but not significant in any way. No, what she wanted from these boys was exactly what she was getting: a serious gang bang.

  Just as she was thinking this, Craig, who had apparently noticed, like a good little lover, that his hand was free and her breast was within reach, started to tweak her nipple. Nameless dude picked up on his cue.

  Nothing gets better than this, she thought, her nipples pricking with pleasure, her throat and her cunt and her hands filled with cock.

  Blake’s ardor suddenly picked up some steam—he lifted her ass up and started pounding into her hard and fast. There was nothing she could do but match his speed with her mouth, sucking hard and fast on Arthur, and with her hands, pulling cocks closer and closer to her face.

  She could feel Blake getting closer to coming and she was almost there again herself. She tightened her cunt muscles around Blake’s cock, drawing him deeper inside her. She swallowed Arthur’s cock all the way down her throat, rubbing her tongue up and down its underside. She looked up at the two other boys, their eyes questioning, hers saying yes.

  Blake came first, shuddering into her, collapsing forward into Arthur’s back. This forced Arthur a little farther down Erika’s throat, even though she had been sure she couldn’t take any more. She felt Arthur’s jism flood down her esophagus and that made her come too. She came so hard she squeezed Blake’s cock out. Craig and the other one were coming too, which just prolonged her own orgasm: each drop of hot wet semen on her face made her convulse again.

  They all collapsed, falling over the condoms Arthur had so merrily strewn about. She was touching each of them somewhere. She liked to feel a cock get small in her hand after she had made it squirt. They took a very long time to recover.

  She spoke first. “Would anyone else like a beer?” she asked. They laughed and agreed—everyone wanted a beer. They got up and straightened themselves, pulling their clothing back on. Arthur thoughtfully gave her a clean towel from his closet to wipe herself down with.

  As they settling into the living room with their fresh beers, she broached her concern. “I decided I don’t really care if you respect me in the morning,” she said “but let me know if you’re not comfy with me coming down and hanging out anymore.”

  “What’s respect got to do with it?” snorted Arthur, which sounded to Erika like a cross between Tina Turner’s “What’s Love Got to Do With It?” and Aretha Franklin’s “Respect.” “If you weren’t before you are definitely now my favorite neighbor ever.”

  “Actually,” said Craig, “I was really hoping we could do this again sometime. Only next time I want to do Blake’s part.”

  Erika thought that wasn’t such a bad idea. She turned to the fourth boy. “And what exactly was your name again?” she asked.

  LET ME IN

  The Empress

  “Let me in, Tom!” screamed Kajol, clutching the clothes Tom had placed in her arms. She kicked at the front door, banging it as hard as she could with her bare heel. The crickets silenced themselves, further chilling the country night air.

  Tom quietly answered through t
he door. “Go home, Kajol. We’re done here.”

  “You can’t treat me this way,” she implored, shivering in her black lace slip. With a free pinky, she adjusted her saffron panties and noted mirthlessly that Tom had torn the seam of lace in the heat of seduction and rage when gripping down on her hips, pressing her against his couch. The tiny pearls that dotted the flowers in the pattern fell around her feet, and the panties, without the seam’s support, were giving way to gravity.

  Earlier that evening in Tom’s front room, with nothing but qawwali music playing in the background as a greeting, he had hastily disrobed her and himself down to their underwear and moved on top of her on the couch without so much as a hello. Between breathy kisses, mean little bites on her lower lip and deep prolonged suckling of her nipples through her slip’s satin material, he had asked her if he was a good lover. A construction contractor by trade, he sank the large calloused fingers of one hand into her cunt and thrust while with the other hand pulled her hair at the nape. He weighted her arched body with his as she cried with anguish, and waited for her to respond. Panting in the peach-candlelit room of his home, Kajol surfaced from the depths of agony and desire. Caught in a moment of pride as his kind green-blue eyes watched her, she wordlessly stared at him.

  Tom’s eyes flashed. Temperamental, he perceived Kajol’s silence to be cruel. He proceeded to pay her back in spades, bruising her lips with hard, enveloping kisses and whispering harshly into her ear, “You bitch.” Grabbing a strong hold around her body with both arms, he ripped her panties off and fucked her with wide strokes. Unable to outmaneuver his wild boorish fucking, she felt his body sliding against hers, his coarse pubic hairs sanding her clit into a raw orgasm. A sharp scream escaped her lips. He looked down upon her and silently came, not revealing a clue of his release other than the swelling of his cockhead inside her. She groaned as another wave of pleasure washed over her. The final engorgement of his dick as he came inside her was a pleasure in its own right. Gasping for air, her mouth barely reaching out over his shoulder, she held him around his waist and insisted he stay inside her. Firm and gentle like a warning, he bit her on the cheek and pulled away.