Best Lesbian Erotica 2005

by Tristan Taormino

  There sat my buddy George on the edge of our bed, naked except for a tight white T-shirt. His hands rested in his lap, not obscuring his dick, which, though soft, was easily three inches in diameter. “Good afternoon,” I said with a formality that felt absurd. “You will not talk to this whore. You may only touch her head.” George nodded, the rules no surprise for him.

  I unclipped the lead from Eve’s neck and traced her breasts with a loop of the leather while I instructed her. “Get warm, not hot, water into the basin on the bathroom sink, and bring it in here.” She hurried to comply, returning with the shallow bowl in a flash. “Kneel in front of him.” She did, and George stood, handing her the thick soft cotton washcloth I had left beside him. “Wash his penis and balls. Make sure they are clean, because they will be in your mouth in a moment.”

  Eve flashed a look at me, double checking. I nodded. Hands bound, she dropped the cloth in the water, wrung it out, and began carefully swabbing the flaccid six inches hanging in front of her. I laid a hand towel in her lap, and when she finished with George’s slowly engorging bio-cock, she used the towel to stroke him dry.

  I crouched beside her and clamped her chin in my fingers, making sure she was looking at his dick. “I know you used to fuck men, bitch, so I expect to see you do a thorough job here. Start by sucking his balls before he sits back down.” I released her. Balancing herself against his large, muscular thighs, she used the tips of the fingers of one hand to move his penis aside so that her other fingers could lift his scrotum into her open mouth. It was exciting to see her lips in action from this vantage point, and she was following my injunction about enthusiasm. George was watching her work, and after a moment he moved his dick further out of her way. It was starting to take shape, the swelling obvious.

  “That’s a good start. Now let go, and George, sit down so she can start with a hand job.” George sat, and the transition was seamless, Eve taking his dick between her clipped together hands, starting at the shaft, pumping slowly, running her thumbs along the veins as they began to emerge. His cock was not long, but it was thick. I leaned close to her ear. “You are going to take him in your mouth and suck him off. You ought to enjoy feeling man-dick in your mouth again, all that warm, hard flesh, the veins bulging and the tip jerking when he comes. You, however, will not come. Not yet.”

  Reaching to the night stand, I took the first condom from the box there, tore open the packet, and handed her the tightly rolled ring of plastic. She positioned it on the tip of his cock where the first small leak of pre-cum was already visible and unrolled it with some difficulty in her restrained condition. Still stroking the length of his swollen member, she closed her eyes briefly, then leaned forward, opening her mouth, taking him in, an appreciative moan emanating from her. George immediately placed his hand on her head, though he didn’t force her down yet.

  I leaned forward to watch, enjoying the sight of her mouth rippling up and down his sheathed dick, then placed my hand on the small of her back, tracing a line to her butt. She arched her back, making it easy for me to reach the base of the dildo. I pressed it with my finger and she moaned again. I’d wait before really moving it, until George was nearly ready to come and it would be hard for her to avoid her own orgasm. George finally began pushing her head down, his breath more ragged, eyes closed, leaning back on his other arm. I stroked her asscheeks, then stroked her face, feeling the swollen pike of his cock through her flesh as it surrounded him. Her face was flushed, an indication of her enjoyment of my touch even as she cheapened herself sucking him off. I scooted behind her, pulled her thong down, and began to work the slender pink dildo in short bursts. She spread her legs, arching further, and I knew I could make her come, but that was not part of the plan. George had his hand twisted in her hair, thrusting her down harder and harder, and I stopped moving the dildo as he came with a grunt, pumping hard a few final times into her mouth, then collapsing back on the comforter-covered bed.

  Eve pulled her mouth away rapidly, catching her breath, stroking with her fingers until I stopped her. “You have such a nice mouth for whoring around. While you clean him up, I’m going to take the dildo out of your ass.” She raised her eyebrows but did not comment, staying in her arched position as I slid it out. That accomplished, she tugged the condom off the newly limp length of penis and reached for the washcloth, following it with the towel. George had recovered enough to prop himself up on his elbow, watching her ministrations. I said, “You may speak to him now.”

  She knelt back on her heels, eyes lowered. “Thank you, sir, for letting me enjoy your cock.”

  I nodded at George and he smiled, saying nothing, simply getting up and leaving the room. He started to close the door and I said, “No, leave it open. I want the others to be able to hear.” George grinned at that, and Eve flushed to the roots of her hair. “Take this stuff into the bathroom, and clean this dildo up, then go get the plate of cheese and crackers that’s in the fridge.” Eve took the items, struggling to lift them all with her imposed limitations. I settled back onto the bed, pushing a couple of pillows behind me. Water gushed in the bathroom and it wasn’t long before she headed back to the kitchen. I wanted her to eat now, so the food would settle before the heavy-duty fucking started. She didn’t know that she’d be sitting out the next act, but I wanted some food in me too, given the stamina I would need.

  It was hours later when I went over the restraints one last time, making sure her legs were firmly strapped to the front legs of the chair, her wrist cuff D-rings attached to the short cords tying her hands off to the chair’s back legs. Her thong finally off, her bare pussy was dripping a slow accumulation onto the hard chair seat. “We’ve been at this for a while. I bet you’re getting tired. Are you tired, bitch?”

  No leash, so she answered. “No sir. I’m fine, sir.”

  I stroked her hair. “Naw, I can tell you’re getting tired. I want to have you rested enough for the group fuck, because we’re gonna take you until I say we’re done, and that may just be more than you can take.” Tugging her hair back, I made my point by way of a hard kiss, my tongue opening her mouth wide, thrusting and filling her. Sucking her lower lip between my teeth, I tongued the sensitive inside edge as if it were her clit. The guttural noise from her was no surprise, as her susceptibility to my tonguing wherever it was applied generally reduced her focus to that sensation alone. I took her chin tightly in my free hand, tilting her head back further as I worked her mouth rough and hard, heat rising in me.

  An idea came to me, endorphins from fuck-kissing her searing a rapid path through the sleep-deprived tightness in my brain. Releasing her mouth but not the hold on her hair, I nuanced my way to her ear, speaking low and quiet to force her to really listen. “I know how much you like it when I lick you anywhere, but that cunt of yours is a hungry one. At least, when I let you beg for me to do you, that’s usually your first choice, isn’t it?”

  She answered as quietly as I’d asked. “Yes sir.”

  “I bet you’d like to get eaten right now, wouldn’t you?”

  “Yes, please sir.”

  Standing, I crossed my arms, shook my head in the negative. “I still think you need to rest. But you’ve got me in the mood to eat some pussy. I’m gonna have to do something about that.” Eve’s eyes went wide when I called down the hall, “Mary!”

  A moment later Mary stepped in the room, a short robe barely covering her. I took her hand, pulling her close, kissed her with deliberate attention, then whispered in her ear. A big smile on her face, she said, “That would be great! I can hardly ever get Sue to go down on me and I love a strong butch tongue.”

  I’m sure I had a smirk on my face when I turned to Eve. Her wish had been for twenty-four hours of sex, and I don’t think it occurred to her she wouldn’t be an active participant in all of it. Especially if I was. I smiled, mean. “Isn’t that nice of her?”

  She barely whispered, “Yes, sir.” I tilted her head back, kissed her hard, and stroked her pussy with
my fingers. Very, very wet. “You just relax and watch.”

  Mary was ready for me on the bed, legs bent at the knees and spread wide, her pussy tilted and open. Taking my time, running my hands over her belly and up her thighs, I calculated how long it would take Eve to make the shift from subject to voyeur. Until now she had been the focus of the entire event. This little interlude would break that up. I was betting that the sidelining would reinforce her submission in a way the restraints could only hint at.

  Settling between Mary’s legs, I started slow, using long strokes with the broad part of my tongue. Hands on her breasts, Mary settled deeper in the bed as I took just her clit in my mouth, sucking lightly as the tip of my tongue stroked rhythmically. Easing my hand, palm up, past my chin, I slid a couple of fingers in, making short, hard thrusts that brought the “Oh yes” from her at repeated intervals.

  I hummed deep and low, working the intersection where her clit now swelled clear of its hood, and was met by trembling, gasping movement that made it hard to keep contact. Planting her feet wide on the bed, Mary bucked upwards, groans rising in pitch as she came.

  Eve’s eyes were dark, her breathing shallow and rapid, her back curled against the chair’s spindles, at the end of the range of motion the ties allowed.

  Bill looked at me, and I nodded. His slender cock slid into her slowly. Eve’s eyes were closed in concentration as he parted her asscheeks, his pressure steady as he pushed in, bit by bit, massaging and slapping her cheeks. “She’s fucking tight, man, this is sweet.”

  “Just be sure you fuck her hard once you’re in.”

  “Don’t worry, man, this tube’ll be pounded straight when I’m done.”

  Dickhead. I walked over to him, took his balls in my hand, shocking him into momentary inaction. “Fuck her hard, but fuck her good.”

  “Yeah, that’s all I meant.” I let go of his sac, and as he reached for the lube, he resumed, sliding out a little and then in a little further with each stroke. Moving to where I could see both their dicks, the rubbers stretched tight and slick with lube and Eve, I crossed my arms, feeling my nipples poking through my shirt. Her cunt was soaked, her pussy lips stretched wide around George’s hard mass.

  Eve rested her head on George’s shoulder, her elbows splayed out beside him. “Okay, George,” I said, and he began moving his dick where it rested in her cunt. His hips lifted into her, and she sat up a little so she could take him more deeply. I knelt beside George, near his head, and I unbuttoned, pulling my cock out. I’d intended it for Eve, but George surprised me when he reached a hand up, running it along the side of my cock. I looked at him, eyebrows raised, and he opened his mouth wide. My heart thudded pleasurably, blood pumping through me, a sense of mastery, of command, swelling my ego and my cunt. I backed off the bed, standing beside it, and he understood, turning his head, mouth still open wide. Hand on my shaft, I guided it into his mouth, shoving it hard into him. Turned like that, there was only so far I could go, but I felt the practiced suction as he worked me. Eve opened her eyes, unfocused and blurry, as Bill grabbed her hips, beginning to thrust with some vigor. She looked at George, and then at me, smiling. Her breasts were bouncing as both boys picked up the pace.

  I motioned to Sue, and pointed to Eve’s head. She got up, tightening her straps, and knelt on the other side of George, taking Eve’s face in her hand, forcing Eve’s mouth onto her butchcock. I reached for Eve’s breast, tugging on her nipple. “Fucking slut. Got you filled now. You don’t come until we’re done.” Eve moaned, and Bill started reaming into her, matching George’s thrusts, his panting a monotone. George groaned, pumping high and hard into Eve’s pussy, his come thrusts taking her unprepared. I pulled my cock out of his mouth, leaving him panting, his hands holding Eve’s ribcage as Bill turned abruptly, ramming into her, surely bruising her buttocks. The repetitive “uh uh uh” leaking around Sue’s cock made it clear that Eve was in the flow. I knew George’s cock, even after he’d shot off, would fill her, giving her a base from which to grow her own orgasm.

  Bill hunched over her back, then flung his head back, his hips spasming forward in short, tight bursts, then slowing. He opened his eyes and began to draw his cock from her hole. Once he was out of the way, I motioned for George to pull out as well, and to slide out from under her. Sue shifted, sitting down so Eve could take her cock deep into her mouth. She rested on her elbows, both hands on the cock, and slid as far down as she could take it in. I rubbed my hand over her pussy, her fluid soaking her entire snatch, and eased my cock into her cunt, drifting in with concentration. Grasping her thighs, I moved in steady order, midcock to root, in and out, knowing she liked to always have cock in her, to never think it might slip out. Her body moved as I pushed her toward release, literally pushing her, the butchcock in her mouth a bonus. I could feel my own orgasm nearing, the accumulation of arousal over the nearly twenty-two hours, the swift victory of filling her, of directing her pleasuring, and of taking her now. My inner thighs were wet with my own fluids, the harness and the base of my cock prodding me. I came, using my contractions to push into her, grunting roughly in my throat, trying to focus long enough to tell her, “Come now, bitch, come right now!” She did, collapsing forward, deeper onto Sue’s cock as my cock took her full. I lay on top of her.

  “Go get cleaned up. You’re not quite done yet. Draw yourself a bath. Oh, and keep the collar on.”

  She nodded, weary, quiet. I rested my palm on her cheek, and she pressed against it, grateful for the contact. George and Bill shook my hand as they left, saying, “Thanks, man” and “See you later.” Sue and Mary had waited until they left, then came out of the guest room. Hugs all around, and then they too departed. I took a deep breath, glad to have the apartment back to just the two of us. We weren’t done yet, though, and I looked forward, weary as I was, to wrapping this up properly.

  Boiling Point

  Kyle Walker

  Paisley pulled Sallie’s sweatshirt over her head, then her long-sleeved thermal shirt, then her undershirt, and finally undid her bra. It took a few minutes.

  “You’re sure dressed for the weather…in Antarctica,” Paisley told her. “This is Boston, not the tundra.”

  It was December, and Sallie had layered, as she did at home, where winter started early, ended late, and involved a great deal of snow. It was her first winter away from the Midwest, and she felt like a first grader being stripped of her snowsuit.

  “You can look good and still stay warm,” Paisley said, letting her fingers run from Sallie’s cheek, down her neck, and down to her right breast. “I can dress you, if you like. But I’d rather undress you.”

  Sallie’s nipple stood up, and it wasn’t from the cold. She got hot whenever she thought of Paisley these days. In high school, back in Schuyler, they’d been best friends, the original odd couple: Sallie Girl Scout and Paisley Bad Girl. If they’d known then what they knew now, Sallie thought, they probably would have been thrown out of school. Beaten up, sent to shrinks, disowned. Schuyler, as a town, was not the safest place to discover you were in love with your best friend.

  But Sallie lived in New York now, and Paisley in Boston. They’d found each other again in more amenable circumstances, and were making up for lost time.

  Paisley leaned in to kiss Sallie’s breast, and Sallie shuddered with pleasure. She started to undo her jeans, tights, long undies, and briefs, thinking that layering might keep you from frostbite, but it certainly didn’t help you get warm the best way.

  In a moment, Sallie was naked and Paisley still dressed. She wore a blouse made of some shiny material that Sallie thought might be satin, and velvet pants. Paisley rubbed herself against Sallie, and Sallie enveloped her. She loved the feel of the satin and velvet rubbing against her, one gliding across her breasts, the other tickling her thighs.

  “Do you want me to take my clothes off?” Paisley whispered.

  “You don’t have to,” Sallie murmured, biting Paisley’s earlobe. “It kind of makes it hotter for
me to be naked and you wearing clothes.”

  “That turns you on, huh?” Paisley said between licks and bites of Sallie’s neck.

  “I’m learning…I’m learning…what I like,” she gasped, as Paisley’s left hand traveled down to Sallie’s pussy, teasing the hairs, as her right hand continued to massage Sallie’s breast. “Oh god…yes…there…how did you…find the things that turn you on?”

  “How do you get to Carnegie Hall?” Paisley whispered.

  “What….”

  “Practice, practice, practice!”

  After they’d both come, they snuggled in each other’s arms and when Sallie had collected herself enough to form a sentence, she followed up on her earlier question.

  “I feel like such a… virgin sometimes,” she confessed to Paisley. This was their second weekend together, and she’d only made love with one other woman before that. It was all still mouths and fingers and lots of sucking, and Sallie had the vague idea that there was a lot more that could go on, but wasn’t sure either where to go or how to inquire about it.

  “Oh, come on…” Paisley teased. “You had sex with what’s-his-name, Lonnie, right?” She never remembered Sallie’s ex-fiancé’s name.

  “Larry. It was very…traditional,” Sallie said. “Him on top, my legs behind my ears, sometimes we’d do it doggie-style and he’d ask to go in my rear end. I never said yes. He didn’t like, you know, licking me…there, but he wanted me to do it to him all the time. Everywhere!”

  “And you were going to get married to that?” Paisley said, rolling her eyes.

  “Hey, I didn’t, did I?” Sallie reminded her.

  “Good for you,” Paisley said, playing with Sallie’s nipple.

  “I did it more on faith,” Sallie tried to explain. “I didn’t leave home to make love to women… but I discovered that I wanted to…and now that I do…I feel like I’m starting all over again.” She found herself almost tearful. “What if I’m as pedestrian as a lesbian as I was when I was with Larry? What if he really was my speed?”