In the Backseat

  IN THE BACKSEAT

  A collection of five erotic stories

  Edited by Miranda Forbes

  Published by Accent Press Ltd – 2010

  ISBN 9781908006813

  These stories have also been published in

  Indecent Proposals 9781907016585

  Copyright © Accent Press Ltd 2010

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be copied, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, electrostatic, magnetic tape, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the written permission of the publishers: Xcite Books, Suite 11769, 2nd Floor, 145-157 St John Street, London EC1V 4PY

  The stories contained within this book are works of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the authors’ imaginations and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Winner of Jade Erotic Awards:

  Erotic Fiction Publisher 2010

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  Contents

  In The Back Seat Esmeralda Greene

  Den Of Beatrix Giselle Renarde

  3D Porn Ray Cluley

  Neighbours Renatto Garcia

  His German Night D C Kohn

  In The Back Seat

  by Esmeralda Greene

  My wife’s sister, Barbara, can be a real pain sometimes. For one thing, she’s a world-class tease, not just with me, but with pretty much anything that’s vaguely male and walks on two legs. Whenever she’s around me, whether my wife, Ann, is there or not, I can count on Barb making cutesy suggestive remarks, or brushing against me whenever we pass each other, or giving me little leg or cleavage shows by bending over at opportune times. She always does this sort of thing with a joking air, as if it’s all just good clean fun.

  Although I never had any intention of cheating on my wife – with Barb or anyone else – I have to admit that my sister in law has played a starring role in a few sexual fantasies of mine. She’s a real sex kitten, with a slim lithe body that only measures 5 foot 2 inches tall. Her face is a cute and pixyish match for her body: short brown hair; a little turned up nose; and dimples in her cheeks when she smiles. My wife is a fine looking woman too; she’s sexy and pretty and smart and my best friend in the world. But I guess the sexual grass always looks greener when it’s not your own front lawn.

  The other thing about Barb that’s a pain is that she’s always asking for favours. I guess growing up as a cute, gorgeous girl has taught her that she can get most anything she wants by batting her blue eyes and smiling her dimply smile.

  The latest favour Barb roped me and my wife into was helping her move some of her belongings into storage. She was moving to a smaller apartment after breaking up with her latest boyfriend. Rather than pay movers to move some stuff to her new home and then take the rest to the storage facility, she enlisted me, her sister and our SUV for the storage run.

  I was the one who answered the phone when she called to invite us over for this afternoon of hard labour. I said “sure” and “no problem” and even “it’ll be fun” – all those dutiful-brother-in-law things I was supposed to say, but I guess maybe she could hear the gritted teeth behind what I was saying.

  ‘Oh, Jake, I’m putting you out, aren’t I?’ she asked.

  ‘Oh no,’ I protested, and ran through the whole “no problem,” “glad to do it” litany again.

  ‘No, I’m putting you out,’ she insisted. ‘It’s an imposition, I know.’ She was sounding pouty.

  ‘Barb, really, it’s no big… ’ I started.

  ‘I’ll let you fuck me,’ she chirped, interrupting. ‘Would that make it OK?’

  That put a little hitch in the conversation. After taking a second to recover I forged ahead. ‘Knock it off, Barb. What time should we show up?’

  ‘Ann’s told me she doesn’t like it in the ass, Jake. I love it in the ass. Would you like to fuck my ass? Would that be a good payment for helping me move my stuff?’ She was making her voice all high pitched and cutesy.

  I resolved to never, ever pick up the phone again when Barb called. ‘Barb, would you quit the bullshit and please just tell me what time we should get there?’

  ‘Any time after lunch, Jake. And thank you.’ She giggled then. ‘Ooh, I’m gonna go masturbate now, thinking about you fucking my ass. You let me know when you want to collect your payment, OK?’ She hung up.

  I went downstairs to Ann, wondering how I could say ‘I just got off the phone with your sister and I need to fuck you right now,’ without the connection being too obvious.

  Ann and I arrived at Barb’s house after lunch that Saturday. I made a point of trying not to be alone in the same room with Barb, but in fact she seemed subdued from her usual flirty self. I wondered if she was feeling embarrassed about going too far with me on the phone.

  After a long afternoon of packing, strategizing about packing, unpacking and re-packing, it looked like almost everything she wanted to move would fit into or on top of our SUV, so we’d be able to get it all to the storage place in one trip.

  Almost. There were two boxes that just wouldn’t fit.

  Barb pondered the situation, her hands on her hips. She was wearing scruffy clothes – a loose-fitting pair of shorts and a T-shirt ­– but she looked adorable anyway. With her small breasts she didn’t really need a bra, and in the cool air outside her building it was clear she didn’t have one on. ‘Well, screw it,’ she finally said. ‘Put the two boxes on the front passenger seat.’

  ‘But then where will you sit?’ I asked. ‘The whole back is packed solid with hardly room for one of us to sit back there.’

  ‘It’s simple, Jake,’ Barb said. ‘Ann will drive, since she knows the way. I’ll get in the back first and you can sit on my lap!’

  ‘Very funny, Barb,’ I said. I’m six foot three and not skinny. The idea of me sitting on Barb’s little lap was pretty silly.

  ‘Well then I guess I’ll have to sit on your lap. Unless you think I’m so big and fat that I’d squish you.’

  ‘You don’t weigh a hundred pounds soaking wet, Barb. I think I can handle that.’ Even as these words were coming out of my mouth, I was regretting them. A flirty, sexy, scantily-clad Barb sitting on my lap for a half-hour drive was sure to be a very special brand of torture.

  ‘All right then,’ Ann said as she got into the driver’s seat. ‘You guys get in so we can head out.’

  I got into the left rear passenger seat of the SUV and held the door open for Barb. After she got in and settled herself on my lap, she leaned back and whispered into my ear, ‘You’ve never seen me soaking wet, sweetie, but I think you will soon!’ So much for my theory that she was easing off on the flirting.

  As the car pulled out of the driveway, Barb shifted herself a few times on my lap. ‘Let me get into a good position here, Jake. We’ve got a long drive and I want us both to be comfortable. There, that’s better!’ With her last wriggling shift, she grabbed the elastic waistband of her shorts and pulled them down to her thighs. Then she sat back, resting her naked ass on my crotch. ‘Is that comfy for you, Jake?’

  Anyone looking at my face at that instant would have thought I’d just stuck my dick into a light socket. Barb had never done anything this blatant – or this crazy – before. My first reaction was to look up into the rear-view mirror to check if Ann could see anything. But I couldn’t see her face in the mirror, so I knew she couldn’t see mine. With relief I calculated that Barb and I were too far over to the side to be visible to Ann unless she adjusted the mirror. And since we were directly behind her, it would be hard for her to tu
rn around far enough to see us.

  Still, this was flat-out crazy. I thought about yelling at Barb to quit fucking around; if Ann looked back and saw what her sister was up to, that was Barb’s tough luck. I also thought about grabbing Barb’s shorts and pulling them back up her legs myself. But mostly what I thought about was what a sweet, smooth, beautiful ass my sister in law had.

  Barb reached behind her, pressing her fingers against the crotch of my jeans. ‘Let me know if this gets hard for you Jake, and I’ll move so you’re more comfortable, OK?’

  ‘OK,’ I managed to choke out. It was getting hard already.

  We drove along in silence for a few minutes. After a while I started to get over the shock of what Barb was doing. My cock was swelling up in my pants, with the associated effect that my higher brain functions started to shut down. I decided to enjoy this, and I put my hands on either side of Barb’s waist, holding her hips and feeling her firmly muscled stomach under her T-shirt.

  ‘It’s really great of you guys to help me out like this,’ Barb said, speaking so Ann could hear her in the front seat. ‘I just hope I can do something nice for you, real soon.’

  I started using my grip on Barb’s waist to slide her slightly back and forth, causing her naked ass to rhythmically press against my hardening cock. Looking over Barb’s shoulder I could see down to her bare belly and the neatly trimmed triangle of curly brown hair there. I moved my hands over her skin, inching them forward and downward and then back again, creeping my hands towards her pussy and then retreating. I was thinking revenge; if she was going to drive me crazy, maybe I could drive her a little crazy too.

  ‘Can you lift up for a second, Barb?’ I said. ‘I need to move my leg a bit.’ When she lifted her bottom up, I put a hand between our bodies and opened the button to my pants. Then I cleared my throat loudly to cover the sound of unzipping my fly.

  When Barb sat back down there was still some groping and fumbling to be done to fish my cock out of my boxers, but with Barb’s help we managed. Soon there was a long, hard, exposed cock pressing against the small of Barb’s back. I lifted up the back of her T-shirt so it would be touching her skin. ‘More comfy now?’ Barb asked.

  ‘Much better.’ I was keeping my eyes on the rear-view mirror and on the back of my wife’s head, watching for any sign that she was noticing anything out of the ordinary. All clear.

  Slowly I moved my right hand forward from Barb’s waist, sliding it down over the skin of her naked belly, down into the soft thatch of her pubic hair, down further between her legs, until my fingers were stroking and pressing against a moist and yielding pussy.

  I leaned forward a little and looked to the side at Barb’s face. To my annoyance, she looked calm and composed. Watching her, I pushed my middle finger into her cunt. Still completely blasé, she turned and looked out the side window. ‘Oh look,’ she said. ‘There’s where I went to Junior High School. I lost my cherry underneath those stadium stands!’

  ‘Oh, Barb, really,’ Ann laughed from the driver’s seat.

  Another ten minutes of the drive passed quietly. I continued to finger my sister in law, pressing the heel of my palm against her clit as I pumped my finger into her. My cock throbbed and dribbled pre-come onto her back. Then Barb suddenly leaned forward, reaching for the handbag at her feet. As she did this, she pressed backward so the length of my cock was nestled between her ass cheeks. I had to struggle not to moan with pleasure. Sitting up with her handbag in her lap, Barb fished around in it for a moment and then pulled out a travel-sized tube of hand lotion. Oh, no, I thought.

  Sure enough, Barb squeezed out a big dollop of lotion onto her right hand and reached behind her back to my cock. I tensed, determined not to react visibly, but still I couldn’t stop a little tight-muscled spasm from passing through my body as her cool, slick hand closed around my cock and stroked it.

  Again things were quiescent for a few minutes. Barb hand-jobbed me, I finger-fucked her, and aside from the fact that I felt like both my cock and my brain were about to explode, everything was fine. Then Barb fetched her tube of hand lotion again. I could tell she was keeping a close eye on her sister in the front seat, making her own movements slow and smooth so she didn’t attract any attention. She squeezed out another blob of lotion into her hand, and again reached behind her to transfer it to my cock. But there was something different this time. She slathered the lotion onto me, but didn’t continue with her maddening hand job. Instead she just held onto my cock, her hand down at the root. She seemed to be paying close attention to where the car was on our route.

  We were on a ramp, getting onto a highway. I didn’t realise it at the time, but Barb was waiting for Ann to start merging onto the highway – the moment when she’d be most distracted from anything happening inside the car. It was at just that moment, when, with a smooth, unhurried motion, Barb lifted herself up off my lap, aimed the tip of my cock where she wanted it, and sat back down.

  I gasped. I wanted to bellow out a groan at the top of my voice and shout a few choice dirty words, but I managed to just gasp. Then I hurriedly covered this up by clearing my throat noisily and feigning a few coughs. Reeling from the physical sensation and the effort of hiding my reaction, it took me a few moments to become aware of something: My finger was still in Barb’s cunt, but it didn’t have any company in there. My cock was up my sister in law’s ass.

  ‘You OK back there?’ Ann asked, responding to my coughing. I could tell from the angle of her head that she was looking in the rear view mirror, but still we couldn’t see each other. I prayed she wouldn’t adjust the mirror to see my face, because I was sure I looked like – well – like a gorgeous, sexy woman had just shoved her asshole down over my cock.

  ‘Yeah, you OK back there?’ said Barb, a smile in her voice. ‘I’m not squishing you too much, am I?’ Simultaneously with this question, she clenched her anus, milking me.

  I cleared my throat again. ‘Yah, I’m fine. Just a frog in my throat, I guess.’

  Barb scanned the road ahead. ‘Looks like we have another 20 minutes to go. Think you’ll last that long, Jake?’

  I felt like I was about to start laughing hysterically, like someone doing a mad scene in an old movie. ‘Sure, Barb. You’re as light as a feather. See?’ I used my calf muscles to bounce my thighs a few times, causing Barb to bounce on my lap, driving my cock in and out of her tight asshole.

  ‘Oh! Easy there, big guy!’ Barb said. From behind her, I could see her neck muscles going rigid for a few seconds as a shiver passed through her. My hand had come away from her cunt when I bounced her on my lap, but I put it back now, rubbing my slick forefinger directly over the nub of her clitoris.

  ‘Let’s open the window, Jake,’ Barb said a few minutes later. She leaned to the side more than she had to in order to reach the window control on the door. This lifted her slightly off of my cock, and I drove myself back into her by flexing my hips. The air rushed in the window, blowing Barb’s hair back in my face. ‘That ... feels ... better,’ she said, still leaning to the side with her face near the open window. With her body in this position I had a few inches of room I could use to thrust myself into her and slide back out again.

  I was sure Ann wouldn’t be able to hear me over the sound of the open window, so I stretched forward to whisper in Barb’s ear. ‘You know you’re fucking crazy, don’t you?’

  Barb tilted her head back to bring her lips closer to my ear. ‘Fuck my ass, you prick,’ she whispered through gritted teeth. ‘Fuck your big cock up my little asshole. C’mon, stud. Fill my ass up with jizz. Do it up my ass. Up my fucking ass. Fuck your slutty little sister in law’s ass. Do it. Do it!’ Then she stopped speaking and only made rhythmic, throaty breathing sounds. Her mouth was close to the side of my head, and she was blowing her hot breath into my ear. I started thrusting up into her faster and harder, and the pace of her vocalising quickened in step. After about a minute of this, Barb opened her mouth and bit down on my ear. Lightly at first, she tu
gged at my ear with her teeth, still breathing a throaty rasp with each thrust of my cock into her ass. As her frenzy grew, she bit down harder. As she bit down harder, I fucked her ass harder. Harder and deeper and faster.

  As the SUV turned into the driveway of the storage facility, Barb and I both erupted into a flurry of coughing, sputtering and throat-clearing. At least that’s what I was praying it sounded like. In fact I was having a brain-bursting orgasm, and clearly Barb was too. She had both of her little hands closed around my hand, clutching it and holding it tight against her pussy. I could feel her stomach muscles spasming.

  ‘Hey, what’s going on back there?’ Ann called to us. ‘You guys sound like a tubercular ward!’

  ‘N-n-nothing, Ann,’ Barb gasped. Jake here just told me a dirty joke, and I guess we both choked from laughing.’

  The storage place was a drive-in building, and it was dark inside after the bright sunlight of day. That gave me and Barb a little cover to get ourselves organised while Ann drove around looking for Barb’s storage cubicle. Barb had it easy; she just lifted her bottom enough to pull up her shorts, and the waistband flipped my softening cock out of her asshole as she did so. I had to stuff my slimy and semi-rigid dick down into my shorts and then close and zip my pants (another throat-clearing); all without much help from Barb. I’d barely finished when the car came to a stop. We all climbed out of the SUV then, me furtively hitching up my pants and checking my crotch for wet spots.

  Barb was all smiles. ‘Ah, that’s better,’ she said, arching her back and stretching her arms. ‘Pretty fucking tight back there, wasn’t it, Jake!’

  Den of Beatrix

  by Giselle Renarde

  Tom carried the drug-store bags while Perdy fussed with her wallet. ‘The mouth on that girl! Can you imagine?’

  ‘Keep your voice down,’ she hissed at her husband.