I’ve been reading erotica for just over 20 years. Here’s a list of the 20 best stories I’ve read in that time:
#20 – Addiction, by Darkmind
Tags: mc, masturbation, mf, ff
To explain why this one is so good, I’m going to have to briefly dive into board game design.
In case you don’t know, my other career is designing and publishing board games. And over the decade-plus that I’ve been doing that, I’ve noticed something: some games are so elegant, so pure, that they have a sort of warping effect. They’re so well-designed that if you’re creating a game that’s even remotely similar, it will almost certainly be improved by moving it closer to the design of that game.
It’s a little like a black hole, though – if you get too close, now you’re just designing a worse version of that game. The challenge (the game, if you will) is to see how much you can borrow, how similar you can get, without passing the event horizon.
This story feels like that to me. It’s so good that when I’m writing something even remotely similar, I’ll look this one up and go “Okay, how did Darkmind do it, and how much can I borrow without making my story into a bad clone?”
The tone is perfect, the prose is great, the characters and the setting and everything is wonderful. But the heat of this story comes more from the ideas than the execution – one day, a woman wakes up with an uncontrollable urge to masturbate. She literally can’t stop herself. It’s almost Kafka-esque in its simplicity (“As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect”) – over the course of the story, she asks her housemates for help, but no matter what they do, she finds herself masturbating.
They end up tying her up, literally unable to find relief…and so she resorts to seducing them. She promises them sex, sexual slavery, whatever they want, if they’ll just let her touch herself…or, better still, if they’ll touch her.
They accept, and in the closing paragraph, we discover that they set this up to turn her into their sex slave.
Chills. It’s so good.
Best scene: They bind her hands for the day – such a hot idea, so casually executed – but she works out that she can rub herself on the couch while they’re out.
Searching for distraction she finally noticed that the T.V. remote was sitting on the edge of the coffee table. With a bump she got it to the floor, and from there she could at least turn on the T.V. with her feet.
Not that daytime television was something she particularly enjoyed.
She tried various ways of manipulating the remote. It was something to think about. She finally settled on sitting the couch’s armrest, and having it right at the base. That way she could use the couch to stabilize it for her, and she could still reach down at it.
A moment latter she discovered the other advantage of that position: Straddling the armrest, a little bit of backwards and forwards motion got her pleasure zone the touch she desperately needed.
She really shouldn’t. Veronica knew she shouldn’t. But she needed it for just a moment, to face the world that had just turned upside down on her…
…And it felt so good…
She closed her eyes at tuned out the T.V. Just for a moment.
“Veronica!” Jef was home. Again. Veronica looked in panic at the television to see what show was on: it had changed. A glance at the clock showed that it was his normal time to get home. And returning awareness told her that her legs were sore, that she needed a drink, and that the armrest was soaked with her juices.
“I’m sorry, I just… It was only going to be for a moment…”
“Well, it looks like it was longer than a moment. Come in here and get a drink before you dehydrate.”
If you liked this, check out: There’s really nothing else quite like this story. I’m (spoiler warning? For an unfinished tale?) quite inspired by this tale for my new story Cuckquean (currently only available through my Patreon), but any other time I’ve written something too close to this one I’ve ended up backing away to avoid spaghettification.
If you know any similar stories, please let me know, because this one is an absolute banger. Darkmind’s catalogue is extensive but diverse, so while there’s a bunch of gold in there, there’s nothing else quite like this exact piece of gold.
#19: Happy to Oblige, by Downing Street
Tags: mc, mf, md, teacher/student
My second-favourite Downing Street story, so you know we’re in for a good time. Like many Downing Street stories on this list, it’s school-based. And, like most stories that I’ve ranked this close to the top, it has an extraordinarily simple premise.
Debbie’s student Johnny stays behind after class and asks her for things. Small favors, like an extension on an assignment, or for her to mark his exam more leniently.
Or for her to help him practice making out.
She knows she shouldn’t say yes – he asks her to start wearing skirts, or wear her hair down, totally inappropriate requests from a student – but for some reason, she always finds herself agreeing.
And after she agrees, she feels so happy. Warm. Blissful, even.
Soon she’s doing more than making out with him, and he reveals that he’s part of an ancient Sumerian cult and they’re going to take over the world through sex. She’s so deeply satisfied to be used by him, she doesn’t even care anymore. He can do whatever he likes, so long as he keeps giving her that dick.
I believe I referenced this story in a much earlier installment of this list: it’s one of the tales that made me realize the utility of the Breaking Bad method of storytelling, where you start with the sex and then flashback to how we got there. This has gone a bit out of vogue among screenwriters since I started this list, but…look, it’s hella effective, especially here.
I don’t know if I have any new thoughts on why I love this story. It’s classic Downing Street; it has all the elements that he’s so good at writing (except alcohol consumption, interestingly) but with an extremely contained cast, which is where my preferences generally lie.
It’s simple, pure, toe-curlingly good smut. If you haven’t read it, what even are you doing, go and read it right now.
Best scene: I love the opening, of course, and the closing (where they actually have full PIV intercourse for the first time) but this is the part I always think about when Happy To Oblige comes to mind:
She felt good about her new look. In fact, more than good; the sensation was almost visceral, and hard to describe. It was a carefree, relaxed serenity, like the warm fuzziness she felt after a couple of stiff drinks. It suffused her every time she acceded to one of Johnny’s requests. The feeling made it difficult to get angry, or to stay worried for very long.
The shapely English teacher tapped her pen against the desk. The sensation was so familiar; she knew she had felt it before. She crossed her knees and admired the glint of her nylons on her calves. She was wearing low-heeled white slip-ons. She gasped, and dropped her pen.
Now she remembered: sex. Or rather, after sex. This mild euphoria she was feeling was exactly like the peaceful relaxation she felt after a good orgasm, when she was snuggled in her lover’s arms and all was right with the world. Johnny was making her feel a moderated version of post-coital bliss.
It was getting stronger all the time.
If you liked this, check out: Everything Downing Street, let’s get that out of the way first. The stories in my own catalogue that can probably trace their roots to this one include Logical Fellatio and one of the tales on my long list of Massaged By My Nerdy Brother sequels that I’d love to write someday, Massaged By My Nerdy Student.
#18: Bunkbed, by quale
Tags: mf, cheating
As I mentioned above, my tastes run to the simple. And frankly, there are few stories more simple than this.
Possibly the shortest story on the entire list, let alone within the top 20, Bunkbed is…a trifle. A single page on literotica. Fewer than 2000 words!
But god, this story punches SO far above its weight for me. I think about this story a lot – and I know I’m not the only one.
As the list should have made extremely clear, I have a strong cheating fetish. It’s a combination of betrayal and…sharing? Free use, almost. It’s hard to describe, but this story hits the exact intersection.
I’ll tell you the stuff that I (typically) do like and don’t like, because I’m struggling to put my preferences into words. I don’t (typically) like it when the cuckold is a willing participant in the cheating; my preference is always that they’re reluctant, or even unaware.
I like it when the woman is clearly into the man/men she’s cheating with, but denies it to the husband. That’s the part that’s free use adjacent: if she says “Yeah I just like him more than you, sorry,” then I’m much less interested…but if she’s like “Well no, I had to do it for [insert reason here]” while clearly lusting after the guy more than her husband, yes please. Yes please times a thousand.
I don’t like it when the cuckold participates. Getting caged or fucked by the bull or whatever = not interesting to me. This probably ties into the “willing participant” part; I grew up (literally, from when I was about 15) on Stormbringer tales, and the sting of betrayal is a huge part of the heat in his stories.
I’m surprisingly neutral about whether the husband finds out or not. You’d think that would be a strong preference one way or the other, but nope: I’m equally into it when he has no idea (especially if the cheating is blatant) or when he finds out and suffers, or when he finds out and is mad but uncontrollably turned on by the whole situation, so she just…keeps on cheating. Or even when he’s not turned on, just mad, and she either keeps on cheating regardless of how he feels about it, or flat-out leaves him for the other guy.
I’ve been using typical cuckold pronouns above, but honestly? I’m just as into it when he’s the one cheating on her. TheTalkMan (almost) exclusively writes about men cheating on women, and CraptainPlanet writes a mix.
I love love love when she gets pregnant. This ties into my pregnancy fetish generally, but the zenith of the kink is when she gets pregnant with the other man, but her partner raises the kid. God, that must be a primal thing. It hits me to the core.
And I love it just as much when she not only sexually falls for the other man, but romantically as well. When the ultra-powerful orgasms cause her to fall head-over-heels for the man she’s cheating with.
(Having said that, I also like it when it’s just sex. When she has a partner for romance and love…and one who she’s just with for the dick. Love it.)
The flaunting is a big part of it for me. Like I said, I don’t actually care whether or not he works out his wife is cheating…but the opportunity has to be there. If it’s just “when he goes out of town he picks up a random woman”, that’s not going to do it for me. My preference is that it’s someone in their life (like his best friend, or his brother…or her brother), or an ex – someone he has reason to know about.
And lastly, I adore it when the man she’s cheating with is “more masculine”, whatever that looks like to the particular author. This might just be because it helps justify the cheating, but I think it’s again just an adjacent kink coming to the fore.
There’s no real word for the above mismatch of fetishes. “Cuckold” often gets you men who want a bull, who want to be caged, who want to be involved. “Cheating” is a good term to search, but it can be a little broad – you’ll sometimes get one-shots where the characters might as well not be in relationships. Boring!
Reluctance, betrayal, a hint of flaunting or exhibitionism, an ongoing affair (that part is really important!), and then it ending in either the promise of continuation…or her leaving him for the other woman. That’s what I’m about. If there’s a name for this fetish, please let me know. It’s part cuckoldry, part NTR, and it feels like there’s been a bit of a boom in the genre over the last few years.
So now that I’ve written almost as many words about the story as it actually contains, let me talk about Bunkbed itself:
A college student and his girlfriend promise not to wake up his roommate. If they do, the girlfriend suggests that she spend the night with him…like she does with her boyfriend.
They do, and she does, and he knows he should be mad (and he sort of is) but he’s also uncontrollably aroused by it and arranges for it to be an ongoing thing.
That’s it. And hell, the last part even seems to break one of my rules – he’s no longer an aggrieved boyfriend, he’s actively making sure it happens again. But he doesn’t do it by saying “Hey, this was great, let’s have you sleep with another guy more often” – no, he ‘makes another bet’, a way of doing it without ever admitting that he’s into it.
One last thought: in the real world, I’m polyamorous, and so I think part of the appeal of this story is the ‘free use’ implication. Like, it almost has a “you have a girlfriend, it’s only fair that I also get to have sex with her” tone to it. Not quite, but almost.
Does anyone know any stories like that? It’s adjacent to the above list, it’s also something that I’m extremely interested in.
Best scene: The whole story is just one scene, but if I had to pick:
Those sounds were soon joined by a rhythmic creaking of the bed. Lying alone in the darkness I could not help but interpret those sounds. Excited by his explorations Dave was probably thrusting himself against Sharon. With Dave only in a pair of boxers Sharon would undoubtedly be able to feel his hard dick. I could not help but wonder if she liked his penis pressed into her ass.
With these thoughts I found my penis stiffening again. I knew it was my girlfriend up above me doing it with another man. I knew I should be feeling disgusted and hurt but each sound and each train of thought somehow only turned me on further.
A familiar gasp from above reached my ears and I knew Dave’s fingers had found Sharon’s pussy. A body shifted and I knew Sharon was moving to give him better access. She not only liked this, I thought, but she was helping.
If you liked this, check out: Like I said, this is a growing genre. Authors who specialize in it include TheTalkMan, CraptainPlanet, Captain Ron, clarkoverns, The_shadow_rising…and if you click through to their favorites, you’ll find a whole bunch more.
It’s a genre I’ve started dabbling in, sometimes with a dab of mind control to kick the tale off. I’ve linked to a thousand of them, so I won’t make a new list now, but there’s nothing in my catalog quite like Bunkbed.
Lastly, I know I’m not the only one who loves this story, because someone literally just rewrote it in their own words: A Roommate and a Bunkbed (and that author’s favorites, in turn, have dozens more along the same lines)
#17: Finding Out About Mr. M, by mt44
Tags: mf, cheating
This is a strange entry on an already-strange list. Partially because it’s by far the newest story (I finalized this list in 2021; Finding Out About Mrs M was published in 2022) (I had to bump another story because I hadn’t realized it contained underage characters) but also because…it’s already off the internet. If it wasn’t for The Wayback Machine (if you can, donate some money to them!) I would not have any way of finding this story.
The author’s Twitter, SubscribeStar, and Literotica page have all been deleted. It looks like they still have some stuff on Amazon, but nothing added since…yup, 2022.
How odd.
If you know this tale, it’ll be no surprise why I like it. A woman in a sexless marriage becomes fascinated by her new neighbor, eventually starting a hot sexy affair with him.
By itself, that would warrant its position on the list…but not its ranking. See, three things in this story elevate it – and one which prevents it from entering the top ten.
Let’s start with the part I don’t like: at the end of the tale, when she finally begins her steamy affair, their sex is quite…bondagey? There’s a lot of choking and pain and almost blacking out, and none of that is quite my cup of tea. It’s clearly what the author is into, but it (mercifully) hasn’t been present for the rest of the tale, so not only does it not work for me, it also comes completely out of the blue.
Okay, that’s the (subjective) bad. Onto the positive:
My summary skipped what might be the hottest part of the story: Jen, the unhappy housewife, has a daughter. She serves three purposes in this story: firstly, she’s her mother’s confidante. Secondly, the “don’t get trapped in a dead-bedroom marriage” lesson is imparted to her, and we see her change her behavior as a result, breaking up with her boring boyfriend.
Thirdly, shortly after moving in, Mr. M hires her as a cleaner. And makes her wear a French Maid outfit to clean his house.
She treats it (somewhat believably?) as a sexy, harmless idea, happily donning the French Maid outfit as she cleans the neighbor’s house. But when Jen finds out, she’s furious…and when her husband doesn’t see it as a big deal either, she’s even more mad, until she saves her daughter the only way she knows how.
By putting on the French Maid outfit and cleaning the neighbor’s house herself.
Ungh! This is just…this is one of the hottest concepts in all of erotica, even before you get to how well it’s executed. If the story was nothing but “mother saves daughter by being French maid sex-object surrogate” (a premise that I’ve used myself) then it would probably have made my top 100 just for concept alone.
The author seems (seemed?) to primarily write for Amazon, which might be why the story never takes the logical next step. Jen and her daughter talk a lot about sex: much like Pizzahead’s writing, the author really seems to care about developing characters, something I always appreciate. And the daughter talks about how she’s fooled around with other women because guys like it.
No, this tale never goes there, having Mr. M dominate not only Jen, but her daughter as well, sharing them and having them pleasure each other…but it’s all so well set up, it’s not hard to imagine it. It would have slipped so perfectly into the tale, I don’t even begrudge it for not spelling it out for me.
For many reasons, I am grateful for my imagination.
Okay, that’s one. The second thing that elevates this story is that Jen really tries. She genuinely attempts to save her marriage again and again, coming up with – and executing! – fun sexual fantasy scenarios…all of which her husband rejects.
There’s something narratively pleasing about how much her husband deserves to be cheated on. It just tickles the story structure part of my brain.
Thirdly, and this is another recurring trend in the list, Mr. M doesn’t just cheat with Jen. He doesn’t just enjoy her cleaning his house, dressed in a slutty French maid outfit (Ungh!)
No, he dominates her. A little too physically for my tastes at the very end of the story, but everything up to that is pitch-perfect. It reminds me a lot of The MILF and Her Boarder – she’s just so powerfully turned on by cleaning for him. Not a single sexual thing has to happen for it to be one of the hottest tales I’ve ever read.
The seventeenth-hottest tale I’ve ever read, to be specific.
Best scene: This tale is loooong, so there are plenty to choose from, but I’ll go with this one where he discusses his philosophy, and she finds herself unable to effectively rebut his points:
“Hypergamy is the notion that people are always in pursuit of the wealthiest, best-looking, highest status person they can attain, whether they’re married or not,” he filled her in. “It can be wealth, looks, status, or power, but people are always looking to trade up. Especially women.”
“That’s ridiculous,” she replied dismissively, rolling her eyes in the process.
“Is it?”
“Yeah, what about love, loyalty, respect, and children?” she voiced her thoughts. “Those mean a lot more than money and looks.”
“Absolutely. It’s a rather outdated concept, isn’t it? You’re a working woman with a good job,” he stated, holding his hand out to acknowledge her presence. “You’re not a housewife without an education or the ability to support herself.”
“So, what’s your point then?” she questioned harshly.
“My point is while women have shifted their desires and what they value in men as we’ve progressed as a society, some things can’t be changed.”
Her brow furrowed. “Like what?”
“Your primal urges.”
“My primal urges?” she laughed. Why did she still sit here and entertain his nonsense?
Ryan took another sip of water before setting his glass down on the table again, still shirtless. “You see, Jen, all women want the same thing.”
“And what’s that, Mr. Know-It-All?” she inquired.
“To submit to a man who she deems better than herself.”
She gasped audibly. What in the world did he just say to her? “That’s the most sexist thing I’ve ever heard!”
“Is it?” he asked, his calm tone never swaying. “You’re not attracted to men who you deem better than you?”
“Better than me? And what qualifies a man as better than me?”
“It’s different for every woman,” he said. “For some it’s success. For others it’s power, intelligence, sense of humor, or physical prowess. No woman has the same list of things that makes her tick, but every woman has something that gets her going. Every woman gets off on the idea of submitting to a man whom she looks up to.”
“This is asinine,” she huffed, flabbergasted. “I don’t even know what to say.”
“What type of man do you fantasize about?”
She had no intention to answer such a question. “That’s none of your business.”
He pointed his finger at her with an arrogant smirk. “My point exactly.”
“What point?” she asked, not following.
“The answer wasn’t your husband,” he remarked. “Because like most women, you aren’t with a man you look up to.”
There’s not a particularly quotable example, but I also like all the mother/daughter conversation scenes. I just…buy them? Strong writing.
If you liked this, check out: The MILF and Her Boarder, for the domination parallel (and another unresolved mother/daughter setup). My own Maids, if the French maid part of the story sounds like the hottest part. Or Lessons from the Neighbor if your very specific kink is “cheating with a hot neighbor because your own husband doesn’t sexually satisfy you”.
#16: Daddy Needs His Blowjob, by dannyboy111
Tags: mf, md, step-dad/daughter
Considering this is a list of mostly incest and mind-control erotica stories, you’d think that we would have passed the bounds of “guilty pleasure” a long time ago.
But I can’t deny, this story is a guilty pleasure for me.
I think it’s because I once sent it to a girl who shared my incest kink, and she wrote back with a “seriously, this?” tone. She said she couldn’t get more than a few chapters in because it was ‘too silly’.
That’s fair. It’s a silly story – more than anything, it reminds me more of A Very Personal Assistant from earlier on the list.
But I find it so much fucking hotter.
Part of it is the (step-)incest, of course. That little extra spice that you can add to most any story. Part of it is the emphasis on kissing: there’s soooo much kissing in this story, something I think is wildly underutilized in erotica.
But the real reason is…well, maybe I should start by telling you what the story’s about.
The (unnamed?) POV character is the husband to Marie, and the step-father to Krissy, a petite blonde bombshell with a 32F rack. Marie loves sex, but when it’s late at night and she’s winding down, she prefers giving head; she also finds it relaxing.
She also (and this is more common than you might expect) enjoys calling her husband Daddy.
So Krissy has been raised in a house where her mother, behind closed doors, has been blowing her step-father every night for up to an hour or two at a time, “curled up a fetal position around my groin and suckling my hard cock like a nursing baby“.
After an earthquake, the door to her mom and step-father’s room won’t close properly. Krissy is passing by one night when she sees the nightly blowjob through the gap…and rather than making herself scarce, she stops to watch.
Not through the gap. She opens the door and stands there, watching her mother give head to her step-father. Unsure what to do, he doesn’t encourage her…but he doesn’t stop her, either.
Instead, they just maintain eye contact as he gets head.
There are so many ways that this story could have gone (and again, any of them could easily have made my list) but the daughter has an exhibitionist streak: she likes her father looking at her busty teenage body while he gets sucked off, and so she starts teasing him. Flashing him.
And masturbating while she watches her mother blow him.
Because of the Daddy dynamic he has with his wife, our narrator is able to compliment Krissy as Krissy herself watches him. “Daddy loves his little girl’s big tits“. He’s getting sucked off by one woman while her daughter flashes him and she has no idea.
You can see why this works so well for me.
But then, the story escalates things again – and this is the ‘real reason’ I alluded to earlier. He finally breaks down and tells his wife that Krissy has been teasing him, and she finds it…amusing.
Sexy, even.
Soon, she’s joining him in pushing boundaries. She starts blowing him in the living-room, while Krissy is right there. She starts asking him to call her Krissy while they fuck, even though the real Krissy is just down the hall.
The heat fades a little by the end, but this story is so long and has so many hot scenes before then, it easily deserves a spot in my top twenty. Here are the two hottest scenes in the story:
Best scene:
After that it became a regular occurrence — not every time, but increasingly frequent — that Krissy would come into the room after Marie had been sucking my cock for awhile so that she could serve me a glass of wine while her mother worshiped my cock. After the first couple of times, I started giving Krissy little endearments, while at the same time pulling Marie’s head deeper onto my cock at the moment Krissy gave me the glass. “What a sweet girl,” I said the first time, and after that it was usually, “Good girl.” And then when Krissy had left the room I repeated the endearment again, this time to her mother. “Good girl,” I said, pulling her head down onto my cock:
“Good” — thrust — “good” — thrust — “good” — thrust — “good good girl.”
Marie spasmed again in climax while I took my first sip of chardonnay. I loved the idea that she climaxed only moments after her daughter served me, and that her orgasms were becoming paired with my complimenting both mother and daughter together.
A couple of weeks later, we crossed another small threshold. Krissy handed me my nightly glass of wine and Marie looked up, her eyes half-lidded and glazed over with lazy lust. “Thank you, sweetums,” she said.
“Love you, sweetie,” I added, and reached up to stroke Krissy’s cheek.
“Love you, too, Daddy,” she said, smiling. Then she bent down to peck me lightly on the lips. Her mother watched her do it, then went back to her task of sucking Daddy cock. “Goog Gurl,” she gurgled, while sucking me deeper. All her powers of judgment seemed to disappear when she had Daddy cock in her mouth.
After that, the peck on the lips became part of the ritual. Part of me kidded myself into thinking that everything was back under control. That I had successfully curbed Krissy’s outrageous antics from a few weeks before, and that now anything that happened was happening in full view of her mother. It was only a light, daughterly kiss, I told myself, and the fact that I was naked from the waist down and being orally serviced by her horny mother at the time was, well, anyway, it was just a little kiss, right?
That changed a couple of weeks later. Marie was kneeling at my feet in the living room, both hands playing with her clit while she serviced me. Krissy handed me my wine and bent down for her kiss. This time, her mouth opened slightly and she slipped her tongue through, caressing the outside of my lips.
An electric current coursed through me. My hips lurched forward, impaling Marie’s mouth deeper onto Daddy. Reflexively my mouth opened in shock and I put one hand on Marie’s head and pulled her farther down on my pole, making her gag. Krissy kissed me again, and this time she opened her mouth all the way and thrust her tongue into me. I started bucking uncontrollably into her mother’s wet mouth and shot a load of cum down her throat.
Orgasmic shock waves pulsed through me over and over. Each time my cock spurted out more cum, the wave of pleasure redoubled. I had no control over my thrusting pelvis bucking over and over into my beautiful wife’s face. Krissy’s tongue at one end of my body and Marie’s tongue at the other end seemed to wrap around me in an intense swirl of throbbing sex.
My hips were thrashing so violently that my cock slipped out of Marie’s mouth in the middle of my orgasm. Spunk flew out, painting her face and splashing onto her huge tits. Marie gasped and lunged desperately to get my cock back into her mouth so she could drink more sperm. Cum dripped from her lips onto her tits.
“Good girl,” I gasped when I came up for air. “Good girls always take care of their Daddy.”
Marie, her mouth full of cock and cum, gave a muffled assent: “Mmm! Mmm! Mmmph!” Her body was shaking all over. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets. The fact that tasting and being bathed in my cum had made her climax so intensely gave me a jolt of satisfaction. My cock pulsed more cum into her loving, hungry mouth.
Krissy gazed in shock at her mother, covered in cum and mewling and shaking uncontrollably in ecstasy at my feet. Cum dripped from Marie’s forehead and cheeks and formed a creamy moustache around her sweet cocksucking mouth. More cum dripped from her big tits. There was something unspeakably lewd about a young 18 year old girl seeing her mother like this — as a portrait of cum-coated utter submission to cock.
Her mouth agape, Krissy seemed taken aback by the sight of her mother in such a condition. “Daddy’s girl,” she whispered, shaking her head in wonder. She bent forward and stroked her mother’s hair ever so lightly, but Marie was lost in orgasmic pleasure and didn’t seem aware of her daughter’s touch.
Krissy brought a shaking, tentative finger to her mother’s cum-covered face. She nervously scooped up a glob of sperm from Marie’s cheek onto her finger, brought it to her own mouth and licked it warily with her tongue, staring at me with a combination of lust, wonder and a little trepidation. She looked as if she were superstitiously afraid that there might be some chemical in my semen that had reduced her mother to a slavering cock-worshiper who sucked dick until she was senseless.
Finding the taste acceptable, Krissy licked it some more. Then she put her whole finger in her mouth and sucked, smiling around the finger and savoring the taste.
She brought her finger back to her mother’s cheek, scooped up a larger glob of my cum and brought it to her mouth. “You taste really good, Daddy,” she whispered in a voice so low that she clearly didn’t want her mother to hear. The fingertips of her other hand caressed my cheek and traced my lips. Then she slipped her index finger in my mouth and thrust it in and out while she continued to suck on her other cum-coated finger. Our eyes locked together while we both sucked her fingers. Marie, still at my feet, slurped dreamily on my cock, lost in her world of delicious Daddy meat and shivering repeatedly in an ongoing orgasm as the cum ran down her face.
“Love you, Daddy,” Krissy whispered, and turned back toward her room.
That was probably the longest “quote” ever. It’s more than half of chapter 5, though the chapters in this story are real short. Here’s the other hottest scene, the one that really cements its position this high on the list:
I knew that for Marie this was merely a new fantasy roleplay that went alongside her Daddy thing. She thought it would be a novel addition to our morning lovemaking. She had no idea that Krissy had been teasing me for weeks, or that I was becoming obsessed with her. Marie had no idea how hard it was becoming to keep my hands off her daughter.
She also seemed to have no awareness, or I guess she didn’t care, that the thin sheetrock in our house made it almost inevitable that Krissy would hear it in the next room if I called her name. Yet the more I held off on indulging Marie in her Krissy fantasy, the more loudly I wanted to scream: “Yeah, Krissy! Fuck your Daddy! Take my cock just like your mom does!” Part of me desperately wanted Krissy to wake to the sound of me screaming out how much I wanted to fuck her.
The longer I held off from begging for Krissy during our morning fucks, the harder Marie tried to induce me to do it. It became a game for her, one she was determined to win and one that I felt increasingly certain I was going to lose. When I fucked her doggie style, Marie turned her head back toward me and asked, “Doesn’t my ass look just like my mom’s, Danny? I bet you can hardly tell us apart.”
The worst part was that it was true. Mother and daughter looked so much alike that they could, and often did, borrow each other’s clothes. Other than Marie’s slightly darker hair color, they could easily be mistaken for one another even at a short distance. The same gorgeous rounded ass that jutted outward, the same small waist, the same hourglass figure, the same oversized tits. I didn’t have to close my eyes or even squint to imagine that I was pounding away at Krissy’s ass instead of her mother’s — mother and daughter were like two sides of the same coin.
It was almost inevitable that the “Call Me Krissy” game was going to end badly. One day, Marie didn’t have to be at work until after lunch, so on a whim I called my boss and asked for the morning off as well. At the time, all I was thinking was that after we sent Krissy off to school, maybe Marie and I would play hooky for a couple of hours and either go for a hike or maybe see an exhibit at the museum.
Krissy was barely out the door when Marie started dancing around the kitchen while putting away the dishes. “The museum can wait, Danny,” she said. “How often do we get the house to ourselves?” She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, letting me see her gorgeous legs leading up to her tight little panties. Then she dropped the panties as well.
“Come on, Danny,” she teased. “It’s just the two of us here in this big house. Don’t you want to fuck your big titted teenage stepdaughter?”
At that moment a dam broke, letting loose all the pent-up lust that had been building for weeks. Without the real Krissy herself listening in the next room, I felt free to indulge the fantasy that I had, the fantasy that my wife had been pushing on me, the fantasy that my stepdaughter had been feeding all these weeks.
“Okay, Krissy, you little pricktease,” I told Marie. “Come here and take off that damn blouse and bra!”
Marie started giggling as she obeyed me. She walked toward me, swaying her hips and unbuttoning her blouse, alternating between looking shyly downward toward the floor and glancing coquettishly into my eyes. By the time she reached me, she had undone the blouse front and had reached behind to unhook her bra. “Fuck me, Daddy,” she said simply. “Fuck your little stepdaughter Krissy. Play with your stepdaughter Krissy’s big tits. Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me fuck me.”
I took Marie by the wrist and led her into the living room, where I bent her over the back of the couch. Marie braced her hands on the arm of the couch and wiggled her ass enticingly for me while I quickly unzipped my pants and dropped them to the floor. “Come on, Danny, little Krissy’s waiting,” she said. “Say my name while you fuck me, Daddy.”
I did. “You’ve been asking for this for a long time, Krissy,” I told her as I lined my cock up to her twat. “And now it’s time you get it.”
I thrust into her. Marie is so short that it’s difficult to fuck her standing up. Now, with her bent over the couch back and leaning forward onto the armrest, taking my cock meant that her feet lifted off the ground and dangled in the air while I began pounding into her.
“Oof!” she cried as I lifted her up by the strength of my thrust, shifting all of her weight onto the sofa back and armrest, leaving her legs outstretched. Reflected in the hall mirror off to the side I could see her in profile while we fucked. Her beautiful melon-sized tits dangled forward and swung with each thrust of my cock. “Do you love your teenage stepdaughter?” she asked.
“Oh, yeah, Krissy, I love you.”
“Do you love Krissy’s tight ass?”
“Yes! I love your ass, Krissy!”
“Do you love your stepdaughter’s gigantic tits?”
“Oh God, Krissy, I love your huge fucking tits on your tiny fuckable body!”
“Do you love fucking your stepdaughter?”
“Fuck yes, Krissy! I love fucking you!”
That was the moment that I saw Krissy herself in the doorway. She stood there, open-mouthed, staring at me while I called out her name. Marie’s eyes were closed. She was unaware that Krissy had entered the room. She continued, “Come on, Danny, Fuck me! Fuck your little Krissy! Pound your stepdaughter’s tight little pussy until she can’t walk straight! Give me some Daddy cream!”
I threw caution to the winds. “Yes!” I growled, looking at Krissy the whole time. “You’ve wanted this for a long time, Krissy! And now you’re getting it, you little cocktease! Fuck your Daddy, Krissy! Your gorgeous little body belongs to me! To Daddy! Fuck me now!”
Marie started spasming and giggling in an extended orgasm. “Hee hee hee! Hee hee hee! Fuck Krissy, Daddy! Fuck Krissy!” Her legs, still lifted off the ground, stretched outward and shook uncontrollably.
“You’re mine, Krissy!” I cried, grabbing Marie’s hips and controlling her body completely while I pumped into her. I continued to look into Krissy’s beautiful blue eyes. “Krissy will fuck Daddy whenever he needs it! And Daddy needs to fuck you every day!”
“Yes Daddy yes!” Marie screamed. “Krissy is Daddy’s girl! Fuck me! Fuck Krissy! Fuck Krissy whenever you want!”
“Yes, Krissy! You’re Daddy’s girl, and Daddy’s girls get fucked! Beg for it, Krissy!”
Krissy taken aback, silently mouthed the words, “Please Daddy.”
“Please Daddy!” Marie screamed, as if she were giving voice to her daughter standing only a few feet away. “Please fuck your stepdaughter!”
Krissy stood for a moment more in the doorway, staring wide-eyed at her mother and me.
Then I said, in a calm tone of voice — or as calm as I could make it sound, given that I was panting while I continued to fuck Marie over the couch back — “Oh, hello Krissy. What are you doing home at this hour?”
In the hall mirror I saw Marie’s eyes shoot open suddenly. She tried to squirm away, but I continued to hold her and pump into her tight pussy. The twisting motion as she tried to stop fucking felt fantastic on my cock.
For once, Krissy was taken aback by the scene. “I . . . uh . . . forgot my calculus homework.”
“Well, hurry and get it,” I said, pumping my cock into her mother while I spoke. “You wouldn’t want to ruin your math grades.”
Krissy sprinted down the hall to her room. Moments later, she returned clutching several papers scribbled with math calculations. “I . . . uh . . . g’bye.”
I continued to grip her mother’s hips and push my cock in and out as I said, “Hold it, sweetie. Aren’t you going to kiss your mother goodbye?”
“Uh, okay.” Krissy walked to the couch and bent forward to where her mother’s head hung down over the armrest. When she tried to kiss her mother, I made sure to thrust extra hard, making Marie’s whole body jerk and shake. Marie looked helplessly into her daughter’s eyes as she shivered, either in embarrassment or in orgasm, I couldn’t tell. Marie’s face was bouncing so much that Krissy had to frame her mother’s face in both her hands to give her a peck on the mouth.
“Good girl,” I said. “Now give Daddy a kiss.”
It’s not that the ending is terrible, but those excerpts are the bulk of chapters 5 and 7, and there are 5 more chapters after that. With some hot stuff, don’t get me wrong…but nothing that compares to the above.
If you liked this, check out: God, I wish I had a long list of similar recommendations. The scene where Krissy walks in on her step-father fucking her mother…who is pretending to be her…there’s just nothing like it.
There are certainly other “oooh, I find it so hot that you’re attracted to my daughter” stories, but they jump to that just far too fast. This tale makes it seem possible – natural, even. Yes, it’s silly, but it does the work; it doesn’t just go “hey your daughter is hot” “OH YOU SHOULD FUCK HER”, it plays with Marie’s arousal and her reluctance and omg I don’t care how silly it is, this story is exactly my cup of erotic tea.
dannyboy111‘s other stories hit on similar themes, as well as some one-offs I’ve encountered over the years.
#15: Hot Horny Family, by Eros (archive.org version)
Tags: mf, ff, in – son/mom, nephew/aunt
If you’ve ever written to me, you’ll know that I tend to write back. Fan-mail is not why I chose this career path, but it’s been an unexpected bonus, and it’s always fun to hear from people who are enjoying what I put out into the world.
One fan and I had an ongoing correspondence for a year or two; he had a particular taste for hot, heavy descriptions of lust and sex, and so I sent him this tale, which I think is the horniest damn story I’ve ever read in my life.
To my surprise, he hated it. To him, it felt like an over-the-top parody of what he liked in stories: the whole thing was too descriptive, the superlatives too much.
I can absolutely see where he’s coming from, but I’m a simple man. I like stories of huge tits, huge cocks, huge orgasms, and everyone being so horny that they can just go again and again and again…
The “story” of this one is pretty thin (not that the name exactly sets you up for a great piece of literature). Horny woman has horny sons; she sends one off to stay with horny aunt, but then ends up seducing the other. Then the first son comes home, and she seduces him too, and then both at once, and then the aunt, and then all of them together…
Shakespeare, it ain’t.
But the prose is what makes this one work. At the end of Adventures in the Screen Trade (widely considered to be the best screenwriting memoir), William Goldman shares a script for a short film, then sends it to a bunch of professionals he’s worked with to get real notes, to show how valuable it is having different people in different parts of your field give notes.
The part that’s always stuck with me is the notes he gets from George Roy Hill (director of Goldman’s debut film, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, as well as The Sting, Thoroughly Modern Millie, The World According to Garp…)
This script as written has things in it that set a director’s teeth on edge. Look at your opening page—“Pull back to reveal a schoolyard on an agonizingly beautiful spring day.” Well, the studio executive reads that and he says, “Oh, an agonizingly beautiful spring day, that’s great.” The director says, “When have I ever agonized over a spring day?” Then he says to his cameraman, “Get me an agonizingly beautiful spring day.”
It’s all hype—you write it, the executive reads it, and after I’ve shot it, everybody looks at it and says, “Wait a minute, that isn’t agonizingly beautiful, why isn’t it?” It’s the director’s fault.
That’s very much this story (and – not going to pretend otherwise – a trap I frequently fall into in my own writing). Everything is…well, I’ll let you see for yourself.
Best scene:
“No… Jesus, Debby… you’re my sister!”
“I want to take a look at them, Kathy!”
Her confidence growing, Debby tore open the buttons dotting the front of Kathy’s ample chest, then ripped off the blouse entirely, leaving her big sister naked from the waist up, except for her bra. The D-cup Maidenform was like a harness, barely able to contain Kathy’s massive tits. Debby undid the front clasps helping Kathy out of the bra, and releasing the enormous tits from their tight confinement.
Kathy’s nipples were stiff, as hard as rubbery eraser-tips. Debby hefted Kathy’s huge tits, almost in awe of their weight and firmness.
“I wanna suck them, Sis!” Debby groaned, then lowered her head, wrapping her lips tightly around one of Kathy’s sensitive. stiffly-distended nipples.
“No!” Kathy moaned. “Don’t it’s not right! Oh, no, please stop!”
But Kathy was doing nothing to resist her, and Debby knew that her big sister was as horny as a bitch in heat. And so was she.
Eagerly, Debby slurped on one of Kathy’s large tits, covering the wide, crimson, goosebumped nipple with saliva and little teeth marks. Debby switched tits, sucking her sister’s other lush tit even harder. Kathy writhed submissively on the couch, unable to control her growing lust.
“Mmmmmm, they taste good!” Debby purred. She giggled as she dropped to her knees in front of the couch, roughly pulling off her sister’s shoes. “Now let’s get the rest of this shit out of the way!”
“No!” Kathy moaned. “Oh, no, stop, stop…”
But Kathy actually helped her, lifting her hips so that Debby could strip off her skirt. A minute later, the blonde, huge-titted mother was completely naked. Debby marveled at Kathy’s long-legged, lithe figure. She met no resistance as she spread Kathy’s thighs, opening her fleecily furred, obviously dripping cunt.
“Get your ass to the edge of the couch!” Debby demanded. “Come on, I can’t lick your pussy when your hips are back like that!”
“No!” Kathy moaned. “Oh, no…”
“I said move your ass!”
Debby grabbed her big sister’s hips and pulled Kathy’s ass-cheeks roughly to the edge of the couch. She moaned as she looked at Kathy’s pussy. Her sister’s cunt was dripping wet, her pouting pussy-lips swollen and puffy, badly in need of a good, hard fucking or a nice, long licking.
Debby dropped her head between Kathy’s thighs, inhaling the fragrant aroma of her big sister’s fuck-oils. Debby glued her mouth to her big sister’s throbbing cunt. She flicked out her tongue, dragging it slowly it up the wet slit of Kathy’s cunt, lapping up the tasty juices from the depths of her sister’s juicy wet pussy.
“Ungggh! Oh, Debby! Oh… oh…”
Shamefully, Kathy ground her hips on the couch, letting her thighs fall even wider apart. Debby had never licked a pussy before, and she was amazed that she liked the taste so much. Or maybe it was just Kathy’s pussy, Debby thought. Kathy’s cunt tasted incredibly good, and Debby felt her own pussy growing wetter and wetter as she relished the arousing aroma of Kathy’s fuck-channel.
If you liked this, check out: The author, I just learned while writing this entry, has a great many other stories. I haven’t read any of them, but presumably they’re all just as horny.
The writing (so subtle, so classy) also reminds me a little of Erlikkhan‘s; the characters are just so constantly hot-and-horny.
None of my writing can even compare to this style, although I did my best to ape it in the (unlikely to ever be finished) single-chapter tale Her Darkest Fan. You can be the judge of how well I did.
#14: Just One of the Guys, by Craptain_Planet
Tags: mf, cheating, avoidable mm
Back in 2016, I had a girlfriend who I’ll call…Samantha. She had a lot of the same turn-ons as I did; the mix of voyeurism and exhibitionism and free use and ‘cheating’. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who so perfectly aligned with my sexuality in that way.
I was a terrible boyfriend to her (and she was working through a lot of stuff herself) but in the sack, we were supremely compatible.
(Also, bonus, she’d actually read some of my erotica before we met! That was a nice little ego boost.)
In October 2016, she sent me this story because she thought it was super hot and that I would too. I read over the next few days and agreed…”except for chapter 4, that got a little weird.”
Firstly – and I genuinely wonder how common this is – she’d never finished the story. She just read until she got off, then closed the tab. I’m a completionist; I’ve read over 200 books since the pandemic started, and I can count on one hand the number I got more than a chapter into before stopping.
I have a higher Did Not Finish rate for erotica, but not that much higher. I just like knowing where things go; a story has to seriously deteriorate before I’ll abandon it.
Secondly, the fourth chapter wasn’t up when she sent it to me, it was uploaded between her sending me the link and me reading it.
Just One of the Guys is what I think of as the ultimate CraptainPlanet story. It’s actually the first thing he posted (and the second-last one he updated before his ongoing hiatus). The plot is much like Captain Ron‘s stories (to whom I assume his pseudonym refers) – “POV character has hot girlfriend who just can’t help but tease all of his male friends and yield to their advances.”
This basic plot – girlfriend accidentally shows off her body, friends like what they see, they goad/convince/seduce her into going further, she tells her boyfriend every step of the way while assuring him that it was nothing serious – is a new little subgenre that I (and many others, based on the discussions I’ve seen around the internet) adore, and this is the best of them.
She’s constantly assuring him that they’re just goofing around, that she loves him and has nothing to be jealous of, and besides, based on his erection, he seems to quite like it…
Like I said: strange mix of voyeurism and exhibitionism and free use and cheating. There’s nothing quite like it, and it’s hot as hell.
And then there’s chapter 4.
In chapter 4, the guys are just full-on doubleteaming Rachel, but one of them (Mike) has an enormous dick and in order to fuck her ass, she needs to be incredibly turned on. And she declares that what would turn her on more than anything would be to watch her boyfriend, the POV character, make out with one of his friends.
His friends who just accidentally came all over him.
One could argue that the “watching your girlfriend take cock” genre inherently has homoerotic subtext, but I think I’d push back on that a little. For reasons far too complicated to get into here, I know as certainly as one can know that I’m straight as an arrow, but I find the “guy watching a guy fuck a girl” stuff insanely hot.
I like cock. Not for me, but for women. I like women liking cock, which I think still falls under straight…but I’ll let the psychologists fight that one out.
For me as a reader (and many others, based on the chapter’s comments/ratings) this m/m stuff came out of absolutely nowhere, and I’m not a fan. The chapter ends with the implication that he and the guy he kisses (and then subsequently jerks off) are going to keep on hooking up, maybe be together romantically, and…I dunno, that’s just not at all why I enjoy this story.
So why rank a story with a weird, out-of-nowhere gay ending so high?
Well, firstly because everything else in the tale is so absolutely perfect. But secondly, because – after getting some other stories under his belt – CraptainPlanet came back and basically rebooted the tale. He rewrote chapters 3 and 4 to follow a new plotline, without the gay stuff…
And then as he kept going with the rebooted story, started putting more gay stuff in. Apparently in CraptainPlanet’s mind, this story just doesn’t work without some guy-on-guy content?
Best scene: When I think of this story, two scenes always spring to mind – Rachel first meeting the guys, getting her top soaked and ‘accidentally’ showing off her perfect boobs…and another scene in the first chapter, where they convince her that “playing grabass” is a specific game where you try to grab a woman’s ass.
And she lets them, of course.
If you liked this, check out: All of CraptainPlanet’s catalogue, of course. All of which is in my top 100 (he just exactly hits my preferences), and one more is just a few entries away.
If you particularly like this story, check out Captain Ron’s writing. And of my own stuff, Dane’s Girlfriend (currently only available on my Patreon) is the closest I’ve gotten, where I wanted to try writing something with this dynamic from the POV of the friend, instead of the boyfriend.
I make no promises, I have a billion stories I want to write…but I did get CraptainPlanet’s permission to write my own take on this at one point, so that might – emphasis on might – spring into existence at some point. I promise, there will be no surprise gay romance at the end.
#13: Lustful Thoughts, by JAPA
Tags: mc, mf, md, in – bro/sis, mom/son
Peak JAPA, in my mind.
(At least, in the mind of the Pan who wrote this list a few years ago. 2023 Pan doesn’t understand how this outranks Break the Habit by so much. This is the joy of writing up the rationale behind a list that you constructed half a lifetime ago.)
If you’ve read any other JAPA story, you know what to expect: incest, slow mind control, lots of photography scenes (too many photography scenes, to be frank)…
I actually don’t have much to say about this one. The reason this particular JAPA story ranks so highly for (earlier) me (I assume) is because of the first few chapters: the mother and the sister slowly being MC’d to hook up, being assured that it’s totally normal to want to touch another woman, to kiss her, even if you’re related…
I also like the (clumsy, but classic) ‘victims who deserve what they get’ storyline. Technically the women in this tale are step-family, and ever since Kevin (the main character)’s Dad died, they’ve been horrible to him, treating him like a servant while they strut around in their hot clothes.
Once he’s mind-controlled them into being his personal sex slaves, we learn that they were just frightened, which frankly doesn’t make a huge amount of sense…but I’m not reading this story for the air-tight character logic.
There’s also a weird-but-great subplot where Kevin’s mind control makes the sister so unbelievably horny, she gets back together with her jerk boyfriend…who ties her to the bed and assaults her? For some reason?
It’s treated with all the tact of a dog in heat, but again: it’s a fun read.
Best scene: As mentioned, the parts where Kevin is mind controlling the two women to fool around with each other. Especially:
“Mom,” groans Caitlin.
“Payback,” Mom tells her as she continues her assault on Caitlin’s legs and buns. Stretching full out, she rubs her face in Caitlin’s lower thighs. Then she started sliding up. Caitlin was spreading her thighs to allow Mom’s face to dive deeper down. I watched as Mom’s face must have grazed Caitlin’s lips.
“UHHHH!!” Caitlin’s back arches. I can tell she wants Mom to stay were she is but Mom continues sliding backwards, splitting Caitlin’s cheeks.
“Mommm….” Groans Caitlin.
Suddenly Mom quickly sits up. They seem to both become aware of what is almost happening. A bright red blush appears on both of them, moving from their face down their breasts. Mom quickly gets off Caitlin and lies facing away from her on her chair. Caitlin to averts her face.
“It is OK,” I push at them. “It is OK for women to enjoy women. You are not a lesbian unless you enjoy women more than men,” I continue sending the thoughts at them. “You will always enjoy men better. As your enjoyment for women increase, your enjoyment of men will also increase.” I hope that I will be part of that equation. I need to get them comfortable around me… and then uncomfortable in a good way.
If you liked this, check out: JAPA’s other work, probably big chunks of this list, and most of my biggest hits as well. This is firmly within my genre.
The stories of mine that most closely resemble this (in tone and pacing) are probably Below the Surface and – though it’s mother-only, and mother-POV – Only Teasing
#12: The Unwanted Houseguest, by Stormbringer
Tags: mf, md, cheating
The second-last Stormbringer on the list.
Some creators have a magnum opus – their greatest achievement, the work that represents the pinnacle of their career. Then there’s a sort of adjacent concept; I’m not sure if there’s a word for it, but their work that most embodies their career. For Quentin Tarantino, it’s Pulp Fiction – whether you consider that their finest piece of work (for me, that would be Django Unchained), it’s the one that most represents their style and sensibilities.
(JAPA’s career-embodier would definitely be Lustful Thoughts. Maybe that’s why I ranked it so highly? Or maybe I confused the two stories while assembling the list? Or maybe I was thinking of how much that story specifically has influenced my own work? This is going to bug me all week…)
For Stormbringer, the story that most embodies his career is easily his E&I series. It’s also his magnum opus. It’s got everything that he’s known for: black men fucking racist white women, perfect bodies (on both sides) – the series doesn’t just contain that, it’s built around it. It’s a part of the premise that you’re going to end up with ludicrously hot, well-built black men and (once the second drug is invented) ludicrously hot, horny housewives.
Anyway, this story isn’t about that. Because while I love Stormbringer’s work (he was my favourite erotica author for a long while), the interracial stuff isn’t the main draw of his writing.
For me, it’s the cheating. The betrayal. Yes, it’s still hot, horny housewives cheating on their husbands with well-built men…but they don’t have to be black.
As you’ve seen from previous entries, I don’t mind the interracial stuff, so long as it doesn’t get in the way of what I’m reading it for. But in a lot of Stormbringer’s tales – especially E&I – it very much does.
So for my particular tastes, this is the ultimate Stormbringer tale. It’s not the one I’ve ranked highest (there’s still one to come!) but it’s the one that I feel best exemplifies his work…at least, the parts of his work that I read it for.
And yes, it still has some interracial stuff, but it doesn’t take over the story.
Beth is happily married to David, who is meek and quiet and the love of her life. The only downside is his asshole brother Steve: big, muscular, rides a motorcycle.
He’s crashing on their couch when David gets a little drunk, and bets too much of their rent money. When Steve wins, he offers to give back the winnings…in exchange from a handjob from his brother’s stacked, gorgeous wife.
She’s furious, but accepts. And at the sight of his huge cock, is completely entranced.
You can imagine where the story goes from here.
One of the reasons I like this tale – and this isn’t even something I realized was unusual when I first read it two decades ago – is that it doesn’t end at “oh yeah they’re obviously going to start cheating”, or even after the first time they cheat.
The entire – long! – tale is about the affair. It goes on for weeks/months, as Steve pushes Beth further and further into depravity, and she goes willingly, throwing out all her hyperfeminist ideals in exchange for the gift of Steve’s glorious cock, and the mind-shattering orgasms it brings her.
Sidenote: it’s so funny to reread this now and learn that Beth is 24. When I first read this as a teen, that seemed so grown-up, so adult. Now that I’m the ripe old age of thirty-six, I read that and I’m like “holy heck, she’s basically a child”. (I dated a 27-year old last year and couldn’t believe how much I felt that age gap.)
Best scene: This story is so long, with so many great scenes. I could probably write a top 10 of “scenes I like from this story” – the first time she jerks him off, the way she lets him and Duane (his black friend) use her for a week straight, David’s hero-worship of his brother – but this, for me, is the essence of the story:
The air blew Beth’s long curly hair straight out as she clung to Steve’s back. She slid her hand down and grabbed his cock through his shorts and felt it jump at her touch. She had been fucking her brother-in-law for two weeks now and hadn’t regretted it since the first time he had pushed his incredible cock into her. The pleasure she got from pleasing him far outweighed any guilt she had for betraying her husband or hatred she had once felt towards Steve for essentially cheating and blackmailing her into adultery. He had done her a favor, teaching her about sex with a real man. He had even given her the video he had made of her blowing him, knowing that her body was now his to do with as he pleased. Beth had almost destroyed the video when she realized that Steve would be gone in two weeks and she would probably need the video to help her get off. Beth felt a tear run down her eye as she thought about losing his massive cock at the end of the month and she wished she could spend the rest of her life riding behind him on a motorcycle wearing nothing but a skimpy bikini like she was now.
There are a bunch of passages throughout about how completely liberated Beth feels, not just from the sex, but from putting her perfect body on display. That’s what I think is so hot about the story.
Worst scene: It’s been a while since I included this section, but I really don’t like the ending of this story. It’s not offensive, it doesn’t ruin the story, it’s just unnecessary – a really specific trope that drives me bonkers in all media. I can see what he was going for, it just doesn’t work for me in the slightest.
If you liked this, check out: Stormbringer actually did his own redux of this story, eighteen years after posting the original…to make the brother-in-law black (he’s a half-brother now), and give the whole thing a strong interracial bent.
Needless to say, the redux did not make my list.
#11: Karen’s Nude Day With Coworkers, by CraptainPlanet
Tags: mfm, cheating
Considering CraptainPlanet literally only has 6 stories – 4 series! – it’s amazing how much time I spend thinking about his work.
I want to break his career down into “phases”. There was his early writing, where he tried to write episodically – Just One of the Guys and My Naïve Boyfriend – before realizing (yes I am aware of how much projection I’m doing here) that serialized storytelling didn’t work for him, and shifted over to writing full, self-contained pieces: Karen’s Nude Day and My Naïve Fiancé at the Japanese Spa.
Then, having felt that he’d grown as a writer, he went back to serialization with One Thing Led To Another, but when that spluttered out, he returned to Just One of the Guys to try to wrap it up, before delivering My Naïve Fiancé Goes to Prom as his final story, a standalone sequel.
Dude wrote 6 porn stories over 5 years and I want to analyze it like I’m at college.
I just enjoy his writing so much – at the time I put this list together, he was my favorite erotica writer, and he’s still one of the authors I’ve reread the most.
This one is my second-favorite of his work, and it’s mostly because of the ending.
The rest of the story is great, too, but I’m most interested in ideas. I love love love it when a story gives me a little denouement, telling me what the characters did going further. Some authors are tempted to end on a cliffhanger, or let the reader decide what happens next…Nope. Gimme the full story. You know at the end of an 80’s movie where it freezes on each character and says what they did after the movie ended? In erotica, that’s exactly what I want.
And this story delivers in spades.
Literotica does regular competitions, and one of them was “write a story about ‘nude day’, a day where characters have to be nude.” I don’t think I’ve read any others from this specific contest (I read some Naked in School stories several decades ago) (back when I was actually in school myself) but I can’t imagine any of them living up to this, my eleventh-favorite erotica story of all time*.
*at time of making the list
Karen is staying at a hotel with her co-workers. She wants to sit by the pool, but learns that in order to do so, nudity is mandatory. It’s nude day! You gotta be nude.
She does, and so do her two cheeky co-workers (who are quite fun characters). It starts with teasing and then moves to full nudity and dicks and applying suntan lotion and Karen is worried that things are going too far, so she texts her husband…
A few ambiguous texts later, and a confused Karen thinks she has full permission to fool around with her coworkers. “But no kissing”, he asks.
This story is like the best of all worlds. I love the miscommunication angle (her husband thinks he’s giving them permission to hold hands so that no one else hits on her; Karen thinks he’s getting off on the idea of her her jerking them off).
I love the exhibitionism and the escalation and the slowly pushing against limits…but then, she gets so turned on that she ends up fucking both of them, which is further than her husband even “permissioned”. It’s a cheating story with miscommunication non-cheating, and then full cheating, and I love every part of it it.
Best scene: As mentioned, the denouement – the final husband-perspective four paragraphs. It doesn’t work without the buildup of the rest of the story, but fuck it, I’m going to share it anyway (I’m so close to finishing this list):
Karen stumbled home the next evening, so sore she could barely walk. I guess the flight must have been extra tough for her. She seemed upset and anxious about something, and it didn’t take much prompting for her to start stammering about Jake and Aaron. I had a hard time understanding her because she kept talking so quickly, but eventually I got out that she had gotten closer with them than she’d planned and she asked if I still loved her.
I told her of course I still loved her. They were her friends and she deserved to be emotionally close to them. She was worried about our little teasing game, but I insisted that I didn’t care that they had acted like her boyfriends. In fact, I said that they should act like that whenever they were out together. Her engagement ring never stopped guys from hitting on her at these sales conferences. If Jake and Aaron were willing to be her bodyguards of sorts, it seemed like a win for everyone. It actually made me like them a bit. She was over the moon that I would suggest that and declared me the best husband ever.
We kept up with the teasing game, of course. I’d originally fantasized about her teasing them, then coming home to fuck me, but it tended to work the other way around. She’d become incredibly horny in the days leading up to a sales trip and we’d fuck like rabbits. Then she’d come home exhausted and drained, usually with a sore throat to boot. Travelling will make anyone tired and sick. But all three of them got big promotions because they were unstoppable together. They started hanging out regularly after work, usually at one of their apartments late into the night. I was sad to see less of my wife, but I had never seen her so happy and fulfilled, by a job or by friendships. It warmed my heart to see her so ecstatic and full of life. And to think, this all came about because of one silly holiday.
Thank god for Nude Day.
If you liked this, check out: The usual suspects – CraptainPlanet, Captain Ron, or any of their literotica favorites. Or you can poke through mine, if this list hasn’t yet given you enough to read.
Up next: The final 10 begin!