The Ultimate Collection of Short Erotic Tales (102 page)

After a wonderful meal, and a few drinks
Brian asked his sister to dance. She held out her hand, and he
pulled her gently but firmly out of the chair. Crossing to the
dance area, the music was perfect for a waltz, or at least a smooch
in the middle of the dance floor. As they danced round the floor,
people were paying their compliments to how good they both looked.
It quite made Sophia light headed, it was such a perfect night.

At around ten thirty, someone official
grabbed the mike, and told everyone that the winners of the most
original costumes would be announced in five minutes. None of the
Stride family was sure who would win, for the costumes were all
good, throughout the room. Just then an elderly gentleman took the
stage, and first tested the mike by tapping it, before speaking
into it.

“We have two runners up this year, because we
couldn’t separate them. But we have a clear winner, first the
runners up are, table twenty-four. I believe they’re dressed in old
Edwardian style clothing, depicting the English aristocracy. And
also table thirty three, who I believe are the Adams family.”

A big cheer and a lot of applause followed
their introduction, and they claimed the runners up prizes of a
case of champagne and a family-sized hamper each.

“Next, we have the winners, and clearly the
most stunning and truly class act, table forty-four. They are
dressed as Cinderella, and the cast from that story.”

The applause was unbelievable, as Brian took
Sophia’s hand and escorted her to the stage, followed closely by
their family. They looked breathtaking, and stood around the old
man holding the mike.

“The prize for the Stride family is a two
week holiday in London,” he announced quickly, to make sure he got
it in before the crowd erupted again.

Turning to Mr. Stride he handed him the plane
tickets, and shook his hand. Every one of them was smiling, and
looking forward to the trip of a lifetime. It was a perfect evening
that sadly had to come to an end, but one which none of them would
ever forget. As they drove home the mood was one of singing, and
having a good laugh. Up until, their car suddenly produced a large
banging sound, and started to swerve from one side of the road to
the other.

Getting it quickly under control again, and
thankful that the traffic was light Mr. Stride pulled over to the
hard shoulder. There he found the back left tire had a puncture,
and the worst part was, he hadn’t gotten around to replacing the
old tire. He was determined not to let this spoil the mood though,
and rang the auto club on his mobile.

“It’s going to be an hour and a half before
they get here, so let’s see if we can’t just amuse ourselves while
we wait,” said there father, as he climbed back into the car.

Just then a big ford custom built van pulled
up in front of them, and the driver came over to the window.

“Need any help?” he said, as Mr. Stride
unwound the window.

“Got a puncture with no back-up,” he
replied.

“Where were you heading?” said the young
man.

“The next junction,” he answered.

“Well look I have room for the ladies, and
I’m heading that way,” he said.

At first Mr. Stride was hesitant, until his
wife said yes it’s all right. So pretty soon the ladies were
changing vehicles, and telling the guys they’d see them back home.
After kissing her husband goodbye, Mrs. Stride and Sophia climbed
into the fur-covered interior of the van, and waved goodbye as the
door slid shut.

Inside there were three other young guys, all
with musical instruments. Clearly a band of some type and on their
way home from a gig, thought Sophia. They introduced themselves,
and it turned out they were a rock band, coming back from a
festival. It was quiet for a while after that, until Sophia noticed
them passing a joint around the van.

“We couldn’t have a drag, could we?” she
said, surprising her mother.

“Sure doll face, you’re welcome to partake,”
said the one holding it, and taking one last drag and holding it
back.

Sophia reached out for it, and took a big
tug. Holding it for a few seconds she then let it out, and passed
it to her mother. Her mother wasn’t sure, but what the hell, she
thought, as she took it back and held it in the same way. After it
had gone around the van three more times the girls were starting to
feel the effects.

“Wow, that’s pretty good shit,” said Sophia,
taking another lungful. “Is it hot in here or is it me?” she added,
passing it to her mother one last time.

“It is hot…but it’s how you’re dressed. We’re
only wearing tee shirts,” replied Christopher, who it turned out
owned the van.

“You’re right, I need to get out of this
thing,” said Sophia, pulling the gown up and over her head.

She sat there now wearing a tight fitting
bra, panties and suspenders with stockings.

“Fuck gal, you’re one put together babe,”
said Mike, the lead singer of the band.

“She is isn’t she? You ought to see her
breasts,” said her mother, reaching over and unclipping Sophia’s
bra.

The bra fell to the floor, and all eyes were
transfixed to the most perfect breasts they’d ever seen.

“Fuck Chris, they’re perfect, I wish I could
touch them,” said Mike, taking another smoke.

“What’s stopping you?” said Sophia.

Mike leaned forward, and cupped her left
breast. He could feel her erect nipple in the palm of his hand,
before he let go again.

“Amazing,” he said, looking bleary eyed.

Just then the van pulled over, and the driver
got out the driver’s seat and joined them in the back.

“Let’s have a pull on that Mike,” he said,
reaching over and giving it a good old tug a couple of times before
handing it back.

Sophia’s mother was now feeling hot, and she
too decided to get out of the dress. When she did, Mike said that
explains it.

“What’s that?” she said.

“I know now where your daughter gets her
figure from,” he replied, taking the joint from the driver.

“She’s got lovely breasts too guys, you have
a look,” said Sophia, reaching over and unclipping her mother’s
bra.

Her breasts fell free from their restraints,
and all eyes were once again staring. Suddenly Sophia was feeling
tired, and before her mother could stop her she was asleep. Whether
it was the joint that triggered it early or the fact she was
exhausted, she never the less suddenly moved over to the lead
singer and began to unzip his trousers.

“Oh shit, here we go again,” said her
mother.

Sophia was now sucking the lead singer’s
cock, and all the other guys were getting undressed. Soon everyone
was naked, and hands started to reach for both Sophia and her
mother. One of the bands members was amazed at how far Sophia could
get his friend’s cock down her throat, and said so. Sophia ignored
him, and continued to service the cock in her mouth. She simply had
to get it down her throat as far as possible, and wanted to feel
his seed in her mouth.

Her mother was now placing her mouth around
Christopher’s cock, and showing him what she could do. Then the
other two band members took them both from behind. Sophia loved the
feel of the young man’s cock entering her pussy, as she bobbed up
and down on her prize. The young man behind her was slamming his
cock in as hard as he could, and feeling how moist she was.

Her mother meanwhile had made her cock cum in
her mouth, and was in the process of sucking him dry.

“Oh god lady, leave my balls in tact,” he
joked, as his knees threatened to buckle.

It was all too much for the guy behind her,
and when he came he groaned out loud as it exploded deep inside her
body. Mrs. Stride turned around at that point to clean him up, and
he came a second time in her mouth. Sophia was now feeling the
familiar throbbing that came before the rush of seed did, and kept
sucking as her pussy was being pounded still.

When she felt the first surge of hot jism
hitting her tongue, she moaned and swallowed his load, and then
sucked the next one in. Mike shot his head back, and thrust his
cock forward and up as the next spurt hit the back of Sophia’s
throat. It was her turn then, for she knew her orgasm was
approaching, and she could feel it was going to be a big one.

When she came, the guy inside her could no
longer feel the sides she was so wet, but he was at a point of no
return and started to cum as Sophia grinded his cock by pushing her
vaginal muscles together, and gripping it tightly. He cried out and
held onto her butt as he pumped his seed into her damp cunt. By now
they were all exhausted, and everyone got dressed feeling really
happy to be alive.

Soon they were on the move again, and Sophia
was asleep once more. Her mother dressed her, while they were on
the move, and told the boys where to drop them. Before long they
were saying and waving goodbye, as they walked up their
driveway.

“What happened mother? Did we get home?” said
Sophia, completely out of it.

“Yes dear,” replied her mother putting the
key in the door, and seeing her daughter safely to bed. “Sleep well
sweetheart,” she said as she turned out the light.

"Come on Sophia, we're going to miss the
plane at this rate," said Mr. Stride, as Sophia tried to gather all
her bags together.

"Sorry dad, I'm just feeling a bit tired,"
she replied, trying to catch up with the rest of the family.

That comment made her father stop for a
second, and he realized that he'd forgotten Sophia's condition.

"Right, help your sister with her bags," he
said, smiling at his daughter and giving her a wink.

Sophia had suffered from a fall, and banged
her head, which led to her sex drive increasing dramatically. She
was aware that she did things in her sleep that she couldn't
remember (unless reminded about the following day) and that the
family had promised to keep an eye on her. Now though, they were in
the queue to board their plane to London. They'd recently won a
trip at a fancy dress ball, and were understandably excited about
seeing all the sights London had to offer.

It wasn't long before they were being ushered
to their seats on the plane, and sitting back to relax. Mr. Stride
was particularly impressed with the fact that they were being
treated as first class passengers. Although, he was less impressed
with how the family was spread out in the first class section, he’d
assumed they'd all be sitting together. Sophia, it turned out, was
at the back and sitting between two guys who were total
strangers.

He did try to change this, but Sophia told
him not to fuss, and just relax. So they were off, and Sophia
introduced herself to the passengers either side of her. On her
right was a guy from Texas who was a rep, and his name was Gary. On
her left and nearest the window sat the biggest guy she'd ever
seen, in fact he was at least two foot taller than she was, and his
name was Claude. They all chatted for a while, mainly to blank out
the take off, as not one of them felt comfortable flying.

In fact, Claude could be seen gripping the
armrest, and his knuckles whitened as the plane lifted from the
runway. Sophia felt sorry for him, and held his hand. Claude
smiled, and visibly relaxed after that. Soon though, they were all
doing their own thing. Claude was watching a movie, whilst Gary was
listening to music and Sophia fell asleep.

Sophia’s mother was sitting between her two
sons, Brian and Colin, and they were both teasing her.

"Mom that skirt's a bit short isn't it?" said
Brian, lightly touching the top of her thigh and brushing her
panties with the back of his hand.

"Yeah mom, modesty was never a strong point
with you, was it?" said Colin.

"If you've got the package, flaunt it, that's
what I say," replied their mother, suddenly gripping both their
cocks through their trousers, which made both of them jump and
laugh.

An hour into the flight, and Gary was
sleeping peacefully next to Sophia. Sophia, however, was mumbling
something in her sleep, which Claude couldn't quite make out. He
was shocked after checking her again though, to find she'd
unfastened her blouse, and that her breasts were exposed. He
couldn't help looking, for as she slept her breasts heaved
slightly, as she inhaled and exhaled the air. He could tell she was
dreaming of something sexy, as her nipples were hard.

Claude had to shift his position in the seat
as his erection was getting uncomfortable, but he was glad Sophia
couldn't see his predicament, as his cock was proportionate to the
rest of his body. It looked like he had a pole down his pants, as
he kept sneaking a peak at Sophia's nipples rubbing against her
open blouse. He was feeling decidedly hot at that moment, but it
was nothing compared to what he witnessed next.

Sophia was pulling her skirt up around her
waist, and then pulled her panties aside with one hand as she
stroked her wet lips with the other. Claude simply had to release
his cock from the confines of his jeans by unfastening the buckle,
and unzipping them. After doing that the end of his cock could be
seen poking out of the top of his briefs. As he watched Sophia
running the tip of her finger over her erect clit, he rubbed his
cock slowly.