The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotic Stories

by Barbara Cardy

  In and out, around and angled, both women went on their own voyage of self-discovery, breathing for each other, spirits bounding, bodies joined however many miles they were apart. They fucked each other’s sweet pussies long and hard, abandoning every other thought but orgasm and Abbi constantly fondled and twisted at her own chocolate-brown buds.

  Blondie had this trick of half-turning and then turning back again, teasing and wiggling first her arse and then grinding her pelvis forward to display just how soaked and aroused she was.

  Abbi thought, If I had you on my bed, woman, I would show you what I can do to you. I would slap that big arse a few times and then bury my head between those long legs and really taste your honey. She could feel the other’s legs locked around her neck pressing her eager tongue deeper onto her cunt. An image of pulling away as her partner squirted all over her face swept through her and she knew she then wanted to enjoy her arse. Right on cue, the woman on the screen had dipped her fingers into a jelly substance and was massaging it into her anus, steadily greasing and widening her entrance. Wildly casting her eyes around the room, Abbi knew she would have to get the moisturizer from her bedroom and cursed at having to pause the video again but as she flew upstairs she knew she had to have it.

  After grabbing the pot from her bedside, Abbi was back in a flash and clicked the mouse so her soulmate could carry on greasing. Yes, Carry on Greasing would make a very good title for a porn film. It had a good ring to it and, giggling like a schoolgirl, Abbi wondered who would play the lead – maybe the two of them could share a dressing room!

  Opening her legs as wide as she could and sitting back, Abbi tilted her own arse upward and worked the cold fresh cream inside her hole, enjoying the feel of her own fingers but wishing so much she could be fingered by her screen partner. Her eyes widened as the video close-up showed just how open and wide the other woman’s entrance was. God she must be fucked with a strap-on every day with an opening as big as that. She must persuade Rhonda to get one and take her like that! Again the actress was able to maneuver so that one minute you saw her finger her arse and the other you were treated to seeing just how deep she had plunged the vibe into her sweet cunt.

  Then she was convulsing with sheer pleasure and Abbi yelled out loud as the woman squirted all over the bed, a river of come pouring out of her beautiful body. Abbi stepped up her own thrusts – she had never gone so deep into her body before – and, as the silver missile plunged further and her fingers probed her other hole, Abbi felt the vibe through the soft membrane of her arse and the joy at this feeling was beyond words. Both her holes being penetrated together drove her into a frenzy although, even as it did, she knew that what she wanted to get her to paradise was for this woman to leap out of the screen and take her for her own slave. Her orgasms powered through every fiber of her body. She kicked, she swore, she spasmed, as her own juice oozed all over her sofa, and she felt the moisturizer drip out of her now slack wide hole.

  Over now, Abbi couldn’t even think of trying to watch another video; she was exhausted and sated with pure undiluted lust.

  Gasping steadily, gulping in air, she thought maybe she should take a shower, so she made her way upstairs on still-shaky legs.

  What was that? Sounded like somebody moving around in another room. She listened again, she must be having sexual hallucinations. Perhaps blondie had arrived to really give her a night to remember, ha-ha.

  She went into the bedroom first to get her bathrobe and, as she bent to put the tub of moisturizer back, she heard the click of the door and she swiveled round in a panic to see Rhonda stood there, smiling angelically, dressed only in bra and knickers.

  “What the fuck are you doing here, you frightened me to death. When you get in?”

  “Actually, I never went out, Abbi. I knew you would log on to the site tonight, I just knew. I’ve dropped enough hints haven’t I, lover? Pity I had to stay out of the way up here but I heard how much you enjoyed it.”

  “You bitch, you were spying on me all the time?”

  “Well, not really. I did think about setting up a spy camera but that seemed to be going a bit too far. Mad with me are you? Well, maybe I can make it up to you.”

  Stooping down, Rhonda produced a huge strap-on dildo attached to a harness and grinned as Abbi’s eyes widened at the sight of it.

  “Since I’ve been such a bad girl I’m going to eat your lovely pussy first – as long as you like. Then we can take it in turns to really explore each other with our new little toy, yes?”

  Well how could Abbi not forgive her now?

  COMING IN THREES

  R. Mary Esade

  Margaret kept her long red nails in as pristine shape as the rest of her tight body. She was exactly my five foot seven in height, usually dressed in modest skirts and matching bolero jackets; her impossibly long legs and big tits revealed just enough to tease. Though I knew her to be near fifty, the lady with the strawberry-blonde hair and tight French accent looked closer to my thirty-one years. I was almost sure she was flirting; her laughter low and quick, her soft blue eyes staring too long, her tips always generous. But I couldn’t really return too much attention as I am the owner of my shop and must keep a constant precise propriety.

  But when Margaret entered my shop that day with her friend Michele I could barely contain myself. Now not only had I Margaret to secretly drool over, here was a carbon copy, just twenty years younger. It was all I could do not to slide out of my seat during the introductions.

  “This is my good friend, Michele,” Margaret said and the young woman who stood before me extended her hand.

  Michele sported deep-blue eyes to Margaret’s sky-blue, a light-cream complexion and athletic body.

  “She doesn’t speak much English,” Margaret explained.

  Through the next half-hour the fetching women spoke French as Margaret translated for me. Michele stared at me as deep and long as Margaret always did and I knew if I let my imagination go I could think of hundreds of nasty possibilities where the pair was concerned.

  “She is very beautiful, yes?” Margaret asked, as I was finishing with Michele’s nails.

  “Very,” I answered; Margaret translated and Michele answered back.

  “Ah, yes . . .” Margaret sighed, changing the subject. “She needs some waxing.”

  I stood with the two women, nodded to my assistant Joan and led the pair out of the salon’s main room. Jesus, I hoped Michele wanted bikini waxing done.

  “My Michele finds you beautiful as well,” Margaret whispered and I nearly swooned, following Michele’s little high backside to the pastel-blue waxing room.

  “My Michele” – I wondered what exactly that meant?

  I closed the door as Michele sat down on the table and Margaret took the only chair behind me. It was odd Margaret was staying; she wouldn’t really have to translate for her friend here, would she? Of course I could feel the heat circling us, the intimate pull of this moment. Did I dare dream?

  I turned to the rolling metal supply table and out of the corner of my eye caught Michele removing her sweater.

  “I’m not re—” I tried, turning back to the young girl.

  Michele was out of her bra in a flash, topless, smiling at me.

  “Do you want her?” Margaret asked, from behind me.

  It wasn’t a question that begged an answer.

  I turned, Michele reached up, draped a hand around my neck and I bent to kiss her full red lips. It was no real secret in my little suburban town that I was a gay woman, and it had to be obvious to Margaret that I was always returning her flirting. I guess I had given off enough vibes that I was available and willing; Margaret had just taken the step to realize I’d be attracted to “her Michele” and want this. I wasn’t so sure about any of this, especially seeing as we were in the back room of my salon, but I really never got this lucky so I decided to go with it – at least for the time being – and not question the serendipity of the moment.

  “Kiss
her breasts,” Margaret softly ordered and, as I leaned to do so, I heard the unmistakable sound of the older woman unzipping her skirt. I gently licked Michele’s hard brown nipples.

  “Remove your smock,” Margaret continued and I straightened to comply.

  Shit, I guess I really was going with it.

  She spoke a few words in French and Michele reached up and under my shirt with both hands, cupping my heavy breasts through my bra. A few more words passed between them and then Michele deftly opened the buttons on my work shirt, helped me discard it and then sat back smiling as I unhooked my bra and let it fall.

  “Take down your jeans,” Margaret continued and I stepped back from Michele, unsnapped my pants and slowly slid them down my long legs.

  I stepped out of my jeans and stood before Michele (in front of me) and Margaret (behind me) topless in my pink thong.

  “You have a wonderfully tight bottom,” Margaret said and I could feel her long nail just slightly tickle my ass. I began to turn to her.

  “No, no,” she hissed. “Keep your eyes on Michele.”

  I did as asked, but had caught just the slightest glimpse of the older woman’s long tan legs, widely spread on the metal chair behind me.

  A few more unrecognizable words between them and then Michele knelt in front of me and peeled my thong down and off me with one fluid movement. I sighed as the cold air and the realization that I was now nude here in my shop for these two women hit me.

  “Now turn around,” Margaret said, “but keep your eyes closed.”

  I turned, realizing Margaret didn’t want me seeing her. She was offering her wonderfully sexy friend, and no doubt enjoying looking at me, but she didn’t want me to see her. Maybe she felt she was no match for Michele? Was this the closest I would get to the older so-sexy lady?

  I stood there a good minute, affording an opposite view to the ladies, my pussy flooding so deep I was almost embarrassed.

  “Turn back to Michele,” Margaret said and I did so, now opening my eyes.

  Yet another French phrase and then Michele scooted off the table, crouched on the cool tile floor and placed her mouth deep into my cunt.

  “From the moment I saw you I wanted you,” Margaret started as her friend softly spread my thick lips with her tongue. “Your professionalism, your skill,” she listed as Michele traced her hands up my legs, opened me wider. It was all I could do not to fall over.

  “You watch, you allow,” Margaret continued, her words coming slower now, her breathing quicker.

  “Such a woman,” Margaret gasped as Michele traced her hands up the backs of my thighs and across my ass.

  Margaret was mostly seeing my little ass clench and unclench but I assumed it was enough for her. I was rolling forward, then, arching my back, pulled tight into Michele’s face, her tongue inching open my velvet opening, teasing my wet hole.

  “Oh Toni,” Margaret quietly added, my name barely forcing its way through her low moans.

  I started to moan with Margaret as Michele placed just the tip of her tongue in my hole, flicked and then retreated. Her hands grabbed my ass hard as I looked down to see her perfect shoulders, muscled and tight. Her youth had not hindered the girl from being experienced in eating pussy.

  “I want to see you like this always,” I heard Margaret sigh.

  Her voice was far off and breathy, deep and thick like the flood between my legs. Michele continued to tease with her strong tongue and I tried to pull free from the torture but only managed to stay where I was with her strong hands clutching my ass. Finally, finally, after what I knew was only seconds but seemed to have been hours, the young girl pushed her tongue deep into me, all the way, fucking me with it, her face pushed deep into my triangle of dark bush. As I began to shake, I heard Margaret cry out in what I assumed was her own orgasm.

  Margaret’s dominant role during my “meeting” with Michele, having her calmly suggest positions and action, delighted me almost as much as Michele eating me. To be able to lose myself in a situation where I didn’t have to be the boss was so thrilling I found I thought of nothing else for the four days between Margaret and Michele’s first appointment to their next.

  When the front door opened at five to five I literally felt Michele and Margaret’s energy enter my small shop. Having your own shop does have advantages; keeping it open late for special customers you want to work on in private was one I would enjoy this night.

  “Hello,” Margaret said as Michele simply beamed down at me.

  Both women wore tight pastel-colored skirts with matching jackets over light silk blouses.

  “You both look perfect,” I said as they sat down across from me.

  The late afternoon sunlight broke through my half-drawn blinds, setting both women’s hair ablaze.

  “Like twins, huh?” Margaret asked.

  “Like twins,” I agreed.

  “Can you close the shop?” Margaret asked, indicating the blinds.

  “Of course,” I said and rose to attend to our privacy.

  As I walked across the empty shop it suddenly occurred to me I was no longer in control again, and the wetness between my legs increased.

  “I was thinking about you two all week,” I said to the window.

  “And we you,” Margaret said. “Michele and I have yet to find another woman with your ‘qualities’.”

  “Do you often share lovers?” I asked, turning to them.

  “In Paris we did, sometimes,” Margaret started. “When I divorced, my Michele and I were quite the talk of the town.”

  “No doubt.”

  “But Michele so wanted to see America.”

  The two suddenly stood and walked across the floor to me, Michele to my right and Margaret to my left.

  “Close your eyes?” Margaret asked and I did.

  “Reach out, but don’t touch too high,” she instructed as my legs began to quiver slightly with the idea of these two women circling me. “I don’t want you to know whom you touch.”

  I suddenly understood why they were dressed the same.

  “But first,” Margaret continued and I felt a kiss, one to each cheek. “Strip.”

  Keeping my eyes closed, I quickly did so. I was out of my oversized sweatshirt and jeans quickly. I hadn’t worn a bra or panties in hopeful anticipation of just such a moment, all day wet and waiting for these two. Jesus, I really couldn’t be getting this lucky another time, could I?

  “Now touch,” Margaret said.

  I reached out as the two women circled me. I was kissed on the lips, the ear, big hands I knew to be Margaret’s cupped my heavy breasts while a tight mouth I knew to be Michele’s kissed down my belly. All the time I fumbled, folding open a jacket here, or stroking a tight thigh there. I’d be convinced I had Margaret in my grasp, her larger breasts pulling tightly against my grasping hand, but then the woman’s hand met mine and I knew this was Michele. The game was maddening and I was growing wetter when the circle suddenly stopped and I sensed one of them leave the immediate area. I kept my eyes closed as I felt two strong arms around me.

  “You are so very beautiful,” Margaret said, as I nearly fell realizing it was she who now hugged me.

  “As are you,” I said, opening my eyes.

  “Do you really think?” she asked.

  “Very much,” I said and Margaret took me from her embrace and said something to Michele standing behind her.

  Michele stepped to Margaret and slowly peeled the older woman’s jacket from her shoulders. Margaret stared at me the entire time Michele undressed her; I simply watched the perfect long figure of Margaret emerge from silk and cotton folds. It was so erotic to me how easy these women were with each other, how they could strip, masturbate, fondle, tickle, talk, under one another’s watchful eye. Their sexual confidence didn’t scare me or challenge me, in fact it empowered me, making me want to be in their orbit as long and as much as I could.

  When she had her older friend stripped to a light-blue teddy and heels, Michele ch
eated back and Margaret stepped forward. Lifting one three-inch heel then the other, she kicked her fallen clothes to the side.

  “The rest is for you to remove . . . if you wish,” she offered.

  I placed an easy hand on each of her creamy shoulders. “I wish,” I said.

  I kissed Margaret’s lips, then her chin, then her freckled throat, as I ran my hands across the teddy’s tight straps, letting them fall. I followed the material’s descent with my mouth, stopping briefly to kiss each of Margaret’s ample breasts as they were bared. The teddy stopped at her waist and I pulled it down with my teeth as I knelt to the older woman’s belly and then down to her light red patch of pubic hair. I was about to take the teddy off but Michele knelt from behind her, leaving me the pleasure of burying my face in Margaret’s powdery pussy while Michele peeled the teddy down and off.

  Margaret was moaning immediately. She ran her long nails (nails I had so often worked on) through my thick curls, whispering in French as I kissed my way up into her tight rindy pussy, found her knotty clitoris. When I felt her begin her ride, I gave her clit one last long lick then sat back and looked up, over her tight belly, to her hands on her big breasts.

  “You are ravishing,” I said, as Margaret looked down with a wide smile.

  Diving into her wet red patch again, I nibbled into her. As I ran my hands up her legs, Margaret’s thighs strained against my strong hands and she began to growl. She was very wet, soaking actually, and the delicious smell of her drove me to really battle my tongue across her full jumping clit.

  “I . . . I . . .” Margaret said as I heard a low mewing sound escape her lips. Her whole body was shaking as I pressed her clit with my tongue. She whimpered once, loudly, and then bucked and came in my mouth.

  I continued to lick a full two minutes after her wave, then leaned back on my naked haunches to regard the standing woman over me. Margaret tried to drape her long arms over her body but I reached up and separated them.

  “I want to look at you,” I said, tasting her, loving it.