The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica. Volume 3

I

Max and I stood outside the old Victorian, shivering together in the chilly December air. The house was lit with candles and holiday lights, every window sill festooned with festive decorations.

“What’s this called again?” Max asked.

“A progressive party.”

“And what precisely does that mean?”

“Each apartment has a different theme. You progress from room to room -”

“And from state of arousal to state of arousal?”

From inside the building, we could hear sounds of laughter and the steady beat of rock ‘n roll coming from the converted apartments.

“Ready?” I smiled.

“Almost ready -” he said, nodding up toward the sprig of mistletoe dangling right overhead. “Just one more thing.” His strong arms came around my body, pulling me close. I could feel his warmth, the heat emanating from the core of his body, and I could feel something else, too -

2

Max’s hard cock wanted instant attention. As soon as we entered the front hall of the converted building, I looked around for a quiet space. “Over there -”

We made our way to the dark corner below a coat rack, where I immediately dropped to my knees and undid Max’s fly.

“Pretty baby,” Max sighed as I introduced his erection to the warm, wet heat of my mouth. He twisted his fingers in my glossy curls as I bobbed my head up and down. “That’s perfect,” he groaned, as I kept up the rhythm. I’d have brought him over the brink if a couple hadn’t made their way down the stairs right then, reaching over us to grab their coats from the rack. As I quickly stood up, Max fumbled for explanations and for a way to slyly tuck himself back into his pants.

“New strand of mistletoe,” Max said, pointing toward the greenery nearby.

“There’s a lot of that going around,” the lady grinned, nodding towards the open door of the first apartment. “You’re going to enjoy yourselves,” she assured us -

3

Jasmine’s apartment was the first door on the left. Her theme was Retro Hawaiian, and the guests within were drinking from glasses decorated with tiny paper umbrellas. Jasmine and her girlfriend Diva were both clad in grass skirts and bikini tops. Diva’s dark skin shimmered with body glitter and Jasmine’s plentiful tattoos were on full display.

“Aloha,” Diva grinned at me, reaching for my coat. She nuzzled her lips against the back of my neck in a sweet, sultry greeting. Max caught my eye as he gave Jasmine a similar sort of hello kiss.

On one of Jasmine’s blue velvet couches, I noticed two feline women in a slinky embrace. The blonde had her hand up under her lover’s dress, and her partner moaned and shifted her hips in a restless beat.

“The party’s already started,” Diva said, “make yourselves comfortable.”

“I want to say hello to Sylvan first,” Max told me, grabbing me by the wrist and pulling me after him into -

4

Disco Inferno.

That’s what Sylvan’s party theme was. A mirrored ball spun overhead and the music was straight out of the 70s. Grooving on the dance floor were couples clad in various stages of undress. And right in the centre, were two lovers entirely naked and deeply entwined.

“They couldn’t wait -” Sylvan explained.

I leaned back against Max’s body, feeling his erection pressed against my ass. His hands came up and began stroking my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress. His fingers pinched my nipples firmly, and I closed my eyes and moaned.

“Maybe we should find somewhere more private,” Max whispered.

“Like a coat room?”

“Like a bedroom.”

“Let’s try down the hall -”

5

But when we got there, we found two couples had already staked their claim to Sylvan’s California King. My pussy pulsed at the picture before us – a moving picture of four pretty people in a passion play like none other. One well-built man sprawled in the centre of the bed on his back. A striking redhead rode his cock, her legs parted, thighs tight as she worked him. Behind her, a blue-haired minx with multiple piercings was intent on licking the nape of the redheads neck, moving lower and lower. The fourth member of the party, a well-hung stud with dark skin and razor-cut hair, stood on the mattress with his cock poised right in front of the redheads parted lips. Between bucks on her lover, she took sucks from this mans glistening penis.

“Oh, man -” Max murmured. “Too pretty -”

“Too busy,” I corrected him. “You know. No room at the Inn -”

6

So we headed to the next apartment, where a theme of “Hotel California” awaited us. Plenty of pink champagne on ice and a sign over the door that said, “you can never leave”. Based on the erotic atmosphere in the room, I couldn’t think why anyone would want to. Max put one hand around my waist and began to move me to the steady, hypnotic melody.

“I like the way you look in that,” he murmured, admiring my sleek silver sheath as we danced.

“Do you?”

“But I especially like these,” he told me, reaching within the bodice of my dress to tug at the delicate nipple clamps attached within.

I sighed as he pulled, and then groaned as he tightened each clamp, upping the intensity of the experience. My panties were now drenched and when I whispered this fact to Max, he said, “Then let’s deal with that, shall we?”

“How?”

“Follow me -”

7

I trailed after him towards the pink-and-white tiled bathroom. Max ushered me inside and then pulled my red satin panties down and waited for me to step out of them. On his knees in front of me, he gently parted my pussy lips and began to lick in long, slow strokes. I closed my eyes and braced myself, surprised when a nearby moan surpassed my own.

“Oh, yes!”

Who was talking? Quickly, opening my eyes, I gazed around the room, finally locking onto the intercom on the wall. Another couple must have been getting frisky near the other pair of this intercom set. Breathless, I listened to the steady build of these nameless, faceless lovers as Max now slipped two wet fingers deep inside me.

“Oh, do that -” the woman urged, and I immediately echoed her.

“Yes, Max,” I crooned, “Do that!”

“That?” he asked, wiggling his fingers happily within me. “Or this -?” he murmured, and suddenly I felt something sweetly vibrating against me -

8

To my surprise and delight, Max had slid a Fukuoku vibe on his finger. Now the soft pad of the toy was pressed deliciously against my clit. Immediately, waves of pure pleasure flowed through me. With my heart racing I had to hold onto the counter of the sink to keep myself steady. Max stood right behind me, still stroking my clit with his magical vibrating finger. When I looked into the mirror, I saw a heat building in my gaze.

“You like that?”

I nodded, unable to speak. The sensation was incredible.

“Now, think about how good that’s going to feel when I fuck you -”

A knock on the door stopped our risque games, and Max and I hurried to fix our appearances and vacate the place.

But where to?

9

“Fire escape,” Max said, and we rushed back through Sylvan’s apartment. The whole time I was quite obviously aware of how wet I was, how ready to play. My vision blurred as we made our way out of the open window to the fire escape. Here, we could see the beauty of the city, all lit up for the holiday season. But we were more concerned with the beauty of fucking. Max ripped open the button-fly of his jeans, revealing his hard-on.

I bent over the cold metal railing as he lifted my dress in back and slid inside me. I realized that my panties were still on the floor of the bathroom, but then let go of that thought as Max reached again to tug on the nipple clamps. Each pull sent an instant spasm of pleasure that began in my pussy, then radiated throughout my body. When Max brought his vibrator-clad finger to the front of my body, teasing my clit with it as he fucked me in his long, steady strokes, I came.

And just in time, too -

10

“You lovebirds hogging the view?” Danielle asked us, sliding outside with her girlfriend Brandi. While I nodded energetically, Max worked to tuck himself back into his slacks.

“Someone’s turned on,” Danielle laughed, and Max quickly flicked off the motor of the vibrator and pulled it off his hand. I felt heat rush to my cheeks, but then, as Danielle and Brandi began making out, a different kind of heat assailed me. Brandi tucked two fingers under Danielle’s leather collar and tugged hard. When she began to nibble her way down the inside of Danielle’s throat, Max nudged me. But I wasn’t ready to leave. I watched until Danielle brought her wrists behind her back and Brandi instantly captured them with a set of silver cuffs, running the chain through the railing to keep her lover in place. Time to give them some privacy.

“We haven’t been outside yet,” he reminded me.

At the end of the hall, a door opened to the rear garden. Max and I made our way out and found a spot on the wooden bench. Max undid his slacks again, and I lifted my dress and climbed on top -

11

When we realized that the hosts of the party were watching us from the windows, that simply added to our excitement. I pushed up on Max’s throbbing hard-on, then let myself slip back down. He pulled my dress over my head so that I was naked in the cool night, holiday lights creating a magical multicoloured halo around us. Up and down I pushed, and then Max slid one hand between our bodies to strum against my still-sensitive clit.

I gripped onto his broad shoulders and rode him, squeezing his cock with my inner muscles until I could tell from the look in his eyes that he was almost there. Voices urged us on from overhead, partiers witnessing our lovemaking for their own enjoyment.

“Oh, baby,” Max groaned, arching his body as he came. “Oh, yeah -”

I held onto him, riding out the waves, until the two of us reached that far-off place called coming.

12

After we fumbled back into our clothes, Max tricked his fingers through my dark curls. I looked at him and saw the colourful holiday lights echoed in his eyes.

“That’s what I call a progressive party,” Max smiled at me.

“I couldn’t agree more,” I sighed, snuggling into his embrace as we made our way back up the stairs and into the further delights of the festivities -