Monday, 9 January 2017

Blue Monday: Lucy Felthouse guests

Every Monday I post a naughty excerpt for your entertainment!

Today's guest is the legendary Lucy Felthouse, with an excerpt from her newly-released collection Classic Felthouse.

Fancy a blast from the past? Then dip in to five short stories from the Lucy Felthouse archive. A handful of her earliest published tales have been polished up and presented to you in one seriously hot collection. Enjoy a sexy soldier, a buxom babe, erotic daydreams, filthy phone sex and a language barrier, and see where it all began for this prolific author of erotica and erotic romance.

Of course, he already knew what to do, he was just teasing me. Slender fingers crept up to join his face between my legs, and pulled my sticky knickers aside. I gasped at the contact, and then again as his tongue finally caressed my tortured pussy. He set to work licking up all the juices that had been secreted from my body, but as he did, my cunt continued to produce them. I realised he could be down there some time. Ah well, I thought, that’s no hardship. He was damn good at what he was doing, too, gently nipping at my outer labia, sucking them gently into his mouth one at a time, then letting go and letting his tongue dance around. He flicked briefly at my clit, then teasingly went lower, to the entrance of my pussy, and teased me there.

As he gave me expert head, my internal muscles tightened involuntarily. Then I experienced that familiar tingling feeling which told me an orgasm was on its way. To ensure Matt didn’t stop pleasuring me at a crucial moment, I crossed my ankles behind his head and pulled him more firmly to me. He seemed to relish in this mild act of domination, and suckled at my clit almost savagely. And that was it—all it took to trigger my climax. I thrust my hands into his hair as I moaned my pleasure aloud, unwilling to let him go.

But Matt had other ideas. Grinning wildly at the result of his efforts, he leaned up to kiss me, his lips now sticky with my juices. I kissed him back, deeply, still high on passion. I could feel his erection through his trousers now, mere layers of fabric between his cock and my aching cunt.

“Fuck me, now.” The words were out of my mouth before I knew it. Well, I couldn’t take them back.

Matt didn’t exactly resist, either. He unbuckled his belt, and undid his fly. Underneath he wore white boxers. My absolute favourite. His trousers dropped to his ankles as he stood on the step of the truck. He stroked his cock through his boxers and I longed to feel it inside me. But first…

I rooted around for my handbag. Finding it, I grabbed it, my fingers deftly opening it and diving into the inside pocket to retrieve an emergency condom. I always kept a couple in there, just in case. You just never know, do you? Horniness made my movements quick and precise. Within seconds the wrapper was open and the protection ready in my hand. I beckoned to Matt and he leaned over me once more. I opened the buttons on the front of his underwear and pulled out his prick.

And I was so very glad I did. It protruded proudly from his body, a lovely long and thick cock, nestling in nicely groomed pubic hair. I stroked it a couple of times and grinned as I saw the pre-cum seeping from the tip. It was so thick my hand barely fit around it, and I couldn’t wait to have it buried deep inside me. I rolled the condom on firmly, then laid back and grabbed Matt’s collar.

I yanked him down on top of me. His mouth met mine again and his delectable dick nestled against my wetness, my panties still shoved to one side. I pushed my hips towards his, hurrying him along. I wanted him, now. His resolve didn’t last long. After sliding his length up and down my vulva a couple of times, he suddenly plunged inside. I was so wet that he sunk right in with no resistance at all. We moaned simultaneously at the sensation, I of being filled, he of being surrounded by wet warmth. Then he began to move inside me, slowly at first, then building up speed.

He alternated thrusts; some slow and deep, others fast but shallow. I looked into his eyes and knew he was teasing me once more. He somehow knew how I wanted it, but was deliberately holding back. I grabbed his gorgeous firm arse cheeks and pulled him roughly to me and thrust towards him at the same time. I needed it hard, fast. I wanted to come again, spasming and squirting around his cock.

Now he couldn’t resist. He began to piston into me like some kind of machine. Hard, fast, deep strokes that had me screaming in delight, or would have done, had he not clamped a hand over my mouth. I gripped his arse like I would never let go, greedily pulling him into me.

I felt my second orgasm approaching and wrenched my face away from his hand. “Come for me, baby. I want to feel your cock pumping its load into me as I come. Fuck me as hard and fast as you can go.”

He didn’t need telling twice. He certainly tested the suspension on the truck! I thought my pussy was on fire, the friction was so deliciously hot. My pussy tightened once more, the telltale sign of my orgasm, then Matt slowed his pace.

“I’m coming, baby—now,” he said.

The sensation of his muscles contracting inside me gave me that final push. My own orgasm ripped through my body, more powerful than the last, making spots dance behind my eyelids and my back arch, pushing his cock yet deeper into me. We rode out our simultaneous climaxes, limbs entangled and breaths coming fast and shallow. He dropped down on to me, exhausted, his lips seeking mine for a tender kiss. I felt his heart beating madly against my chest, even through our clothes.

Conscious of where we were, we couldn’t afford too much recuperation time, so we kissed one final time and reluctantly began to rearrange ourselves.

Once decent, Matt held his hand out to help me out of the truck. “Think you can keep your hands off me this time?”

“Looks like I’ll have to.”

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Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller) and The Persecution of the Wolves. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 150 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at lucyfelthouse or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter

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