The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotic Stories

by Barbara Cardy

“What’s a chukker?”

  “Oh. That’s a period of play in a polo match. It lasts seven and a half minutes.” Looking embarrassed, Kit quickly changed the subject suggesting they get ice-cream cones for dessert.

  Later at home they fought about something insubstantial, the way De always left used dental floss stranded like sea wrack over the rim of the bath tub.

  “And you never change the coffee filters,” Kit complained. “You always expect me to do everything. You’re so passive.”

  They kept quibbling on through the night until De reminded her lover of the old maxim: Never go to bed angry.

  “I’m not angry,” Kit assured her lover. “Just frustrated. I’m always cleaning up after you even though you’re home more often. You know I have to travel a lot for work.”

  “I know. Give me a spanking; it’ll help me remember.”

  Kit arched her tawny brow. She had a thick bowl of brownish hair that only moved when she walked in a huff. “Are you sure?” she asked, her voice going husky.

  “Oh, yeah. Roll up the sleeves on that oxford shirt, baby.”

  Kitty laughed but she did indeed roll up her sleeves, took a seat on the couch and smoothed a path on her thigh.

  De wiggled out of her jeans and panties. She was already wet, her thighs cleaving together with anticipation.

  Kit shifted so that De’s calves hung over the sofa. There were some hopeful buffets then the flutter of fingers caressing flesh, the featherlike movements creating wavelets of sensation and a desire for more. A few swift claps landed near the hollow between buttock and upper thigh then the room swirled to accommodate the whirligig of palms in motion, the air around the couple vacuumed until nothing could be said and nothing could be heard above the raucous slip-slap of the moment. Once transcended, the moment yielded to a reverie of thwacks, Kit deftly employing one hand to wheel her lover’s torso while the other hand hardened to a paddle. De could picture her buttocks turning crimson and the image alone made her cream her partner’s lap. It was the only image she could hold in her head as she began to concentrate on taking more, not crying out for, if she did, she knew her lover would stop. She held fast to the armrest and sealed her eyes shut.

  The thwick-thwacks started higher, narrowing around the waist. De’s biform bounty now sported radial variations of color from the coral pink of her first conch shell necklace to the stubborn ruby red that only appears on mannequins. Still, De would not cry out.

  Well, she did, but only to say, “Get my legs, too!”

  De felt her haunches separate as Kit pushed one to the apex of her knee, holding another leg against her groin in a firm grasp. Steadily, Kit stamped her lover’s legs, turning De sideways to give the full measure of her handle, up and down and all around, until De thought her pussy would explode with the want of Kit’s fingers plunging the depths of her desire.

  As if intuiting her lover’s needs, Kit tore off her shirt and plumbed the sweet cushion of De’s vulva with as much verve as she brought to the spanking. De loved everything Kit did to her and she arched her back now to be fucked by her lover’s fingers. Each digit penetrated De’s pussy with vim as Kit used her thumb to lean on her lover’s clit like a bell push. Having made De come this way, Kit mounted her lover and pushed steadily into all that warm pomade until they were locked together in a lovers’ rollicking embrace. Kitty knew just how to glide her pussy over De’s vulva, snicking her own clit shut over her lover’s pip until the two of them were just about faradized by the intensity of their pleasures, one lobe pliant and trembling for the heedless friction of another.

  Afterward, they lay spent and exhausted in each other’s arms finally having made their way to the bedroom. In the morning, Kit asked De what they had fought about the night before, claiming she couldn’t remember. De laughed, saying she couldn’t remember either, though she knew a chasm had been breached and hoped in the future there would be still more pleasurable ways to mend it.

  But Kitty was gone now, away on one of her business trips to some awful “flyover” town where a woman couldn’t even find a decent cup of coffee let alone action on the side. De never worried about Kit straying but now there was that journal entry to consider.

  And maybe Doris would be the one to stray after all. Erotic daydreams became the paperweights holding her workaday world in place. Once, when she was supposed to be transcribing tapes from a meeting of Mr Kale’s, she pressed the “pause” button and drifted into a deep luscious mirage. She closed her eyes and saw two young women, one a lithe, barely clad female with shoulder-length swags of glossy black hair, the other a curvy blonde. They were taking a lesbian cruise to some tropical locale. The blonde was untying the spaghetti straps of her lover’s bikini top, the bottoms ebbing away of their own accord. The dark-haired beauty turned around revealing mamelles of graceful proportion and a truncated bush, a simple but elegant garnish for her pussy. A pussy the blonde proceeded to play like a minstrel with a psaltery.

  De opened her eyes to a tapping sound and saw Lina standing before her wearing a form-fitting dress with a complementing challis scarf. Lina’s glossy black hair was pulled back into a chignon and she would have looked impossibly sophisticated were it not for her pendant power fist earrings and glinty green eyeshadow. De blushed, realizing she had been daydreaming about this very visage. She felt muzzy, as if she had just stepped off the cruise ship, her eyes still squinting from the midday sun.

  “Are you OK?” Lina asked.

  “Um, sure! I just need to step out of the office for a minute. Want to grab a coffee with me?”

  “Absolutely.”

  The two women had such a great chat, Lina asked De to join her for dinner later at her apartment in North Beach. Lina enjoyed cooking, especially Italian food, and said it wasn’t much fun preparing meals for one gourmand.

  De was more than a little tempted. She saw the two of them drinking Chianti until it felt safe to burrow into one another, two strangers starting something new. She wondered what her pussy was like. Was it a siren’s call that would tether her ship to its carnal shore, the spume of that call destined to be her new ambrosia? Or was it a candy dish with sweetmeats to wreck her appetite for any other woman?

  Lina’s lips listed toward a mischievous smile as she said, “C’mon. It’ll be fun.”

  De knew it would be fun but she wasn’t ready to give up on Kitty. “I can’t. I have a partner.”

  Lina just shrugged and waved farewell with her bejeweled fingers. The next day however, Lina invited her quarry to an office party, reeling De in with the name of the catering company.

  “Oh, they have great food,” De agreed. She didn’t see what harm it would do, going to a little artsy gathering. The talk would be over her head but her hands would be busy pirouetting from one overloaded salver to the next.

  She left work at five sharp and hustled down the hall to nosh first, gab later. The place was packed and she moved forward on propulsive links of black knitwear and coordinates until she met with the first wave of hors d’oeuvre standards: spanakopita, red potatoes round as Christmas bulbs tarted up with sour cream and caviar, chicken satay and the quick-to-vanish crab cakes with fading smiles of aioli. She filled a plate and went looking for Lina.

  They enjoyed the party and afterward Lina talked De into having a nightcap – just one! – at a downtown bistro.

  They both got a little tipsy. Lina called a cab and extended another invitation to her home in North Beach. Doris demurred but then Lina was pulling her in for an embrace and she felt caught in the net of the designer’s bosom and perfume. De delighted in the sweet crush of Lina’s mouth, lips and tongue pressing forward until the cab arrived and there it was again, a fork of two beginnings, or perhaps an ending on one tine and a short-lived affair on the other. Either way, she had to make a decision.

  She chose Kitty. Lina shrugged her shoulders again, bounding into the cab without looking back.

  When she returned to the apartment she and Kitty had been renting f
or the past year and a half, De was surprised to see her lover sitting cross-legged on the sofa. Writing in her journal.

  Kitty jumped up and gave De a hug and a kiss, then pulled away crinkling her nose.

  “That’s not my perfume you’re wearing. I know it’s not my perfume because I don’t wear perfume.”

  “Oh, Kitty. I just went to an office party. What are you writing about now? How badly you want out of this relationship? You’re not the only girl in town, you know.”

  “Whoa, hold on there! First of all, no, I don’t want out. And number two: remember that time I said if I ever caught you reading my journal I’d have to give you a spanking? You eagerly agreed to the bargain, as I recall.”

  De sputtered. “But, but what about that stuff about my not having ambition? And you wanting O-U-T out?”

  “I had to write something to get your nose in there. And it slammed shut on your neb like I knew it would. Now, other than directly contravening my request about the journal, what other naughty things have you done while I was away?”

  De was honest. “I coveted another woman’s pussy.”

  “You what!”

  De met Kit’s eyes then looked away. “I thought you were over me. You can’t blame me for thinking about someone else.”

  “I can’t blame you but I can punish you.” Kit reached for De’s hand. “If that’s what you want.”

  De sat in her lover’s lap, circling her arms around Kitty’s neck. “I want you, Kitty. My greatest ambition is to be loved. Is that so bad?”

  “No, sweetheart. Leaving the cap off the toothpaste is bad. And eating the last of my favorite cereal without buying more was a no-no.”

  “Oops.”

  “Why don’t you bend over my knee and we’ll resolve whatever tensions you had to deal with in my absence. And we’ll have no more coveting thy neighbor’s pussy, either.”

  “Never again.”

  Letting her skirt and panties pool on the moquette, De hopped in Kit’s lap, presenting her bare bottom for the ministrations only a perfect partner can provide.

  Kit’s palm poised over the cleft of De’s derrière while the headlights from a speeding car shot maypoles of bright light into the darkness of their abode.

  Kit caressed the contours of her lover’s hips and ass. The first few slaps landed like whumps, but soon Kit found her rhythm and De’s dorsal bounty stretched like tympani begging to be played all night. De bucked and thrashed happily in the tailspin.

  Finally, when the percussion of smacks reached an ecstatic crescendo and De’s bottom began to resemble edible fruit, her pomegranate cheeks plump and satisfyingly aflame, Kit turned and delightfully surprised her lover’s quim.

  “Oh!” was all De could say as she tried to register the adjustment from oar paddle strength to lily-soft tongue, Kit’s glossa moving at an agonizingly slow pace before alighting on De’s clit. Once Kit’s languet found purchase with De’s most sensitive spot she was right there, a homesteader staking claim, leaning in, buzzing and intent.

  De came then Kit finger-fucked her and she came again. The separation had made Kit mad with desire; again and again she prodded her lover’s thighs apart to burnish De’s clit with her tongue and have her fill of ambrosia.

  “You have to call in sick tomorrow,” Kit said, as she made a dash to the kitchen.

  “Here, darling,” she said upon return. “Fortify yourself. There are more orgasms in your future.”

  De took the glass of water, grateful it wasn’t wine. “Why am I calling in sick tomorrow?”

  Kit pulled De toward the bedroom and said, “You’re calling in sick to read a mystery or a soggy romance. And to recuperate from a night of arrant bliss.”

  De smiled. She had her Kit back.

  MISS LAWRENCE

  Alex Severn

  When you have known each other for as long as they have, so much just happens, I suppose. Words were not always necessary for them.

  Kate and Toni had met at their slightly posh, quite exclusive girls’ school and now, in their mid-twenties, had been living as a couple for five years.

  They effortlessly proved the old adage about opposites attracting, not just physically but in terms of their natures too.

  Kate was the bubbly busty blue-eyed blonde, the extrovert, the wild flirt. She was the “one who dared” at school, risking punishment, taking a gamble.

  Toni was a slender dark-eyed brunette, her features hinting at a Mediterranean ancestry she had never been able to find.

  When did they know? What day was it that they both knew men would hold no sexual appeal for them, that it was the touch, the feel, the love of a woman they needed? Maybe that is too simplistic, yes, they had gone through the round of dating boys from the school at the other end of town, played the game for a while but soon enough there were no more games to play.

  Or rather there were lots more – but of a very different nature.

  Typically it was Kate who had made the first move, taken the first step into the bondage arena. She had coaxed Toni into viewing the right sites, buying the videos and then, step by step, overcoming her lover’s reticence and barriers by teasing, playing with her. Tying her up with silk scarves, oh-so-gently at first. The ropes came next, then the chains.

  The nipple clamps were a breakthrough, the first real pain they had shared together. Kate had made sure Toni had had enough glasses of wine the night she spanked her thoroughly, made her beg for more. She had to make Toni see that it was the things that Kate, as her Mistress, made her do that she wouldn’t have wanted to do, that were the key to their relationship. For example, Toni loved to lick Kate’s wet pussy until she came so although she let her do it she was made to grovel first, made to see it as a treat if she was a good slave. But Toni had always recoiled at the thought of exploring Kate’s arse crack with her tongue so Kate ordered her to do it regularly. Similarly, Toni was made to lick the come from her blonde tormentor’s fingers as she watched her finger herself raw.

  Power and control. That was what it was all about. Slaves had to know their place.

  Old school days occasionally got an airing in the evenings, and that night Miss Lawrence seemed to keep cropping up.

  Had she been gay, was she the cruel Domme as the schoolgirl rumours insisted? Certainly she had been severe and over-the-top strict, not one to spare the cane. But she was just old-fashioned surely, or did she get her kicks out of caning young bottoms and forcing semi-naked nymphs to run around the playing field and take cold showers?

  It was out of the blue when Toni asked Kate to close her eyes as she brought a present in for her. Not her birthday, not an anniversary they shared, just something she wanted to do for Kate.

  As Kate opened her eyes, her gaze met a sort of triangular platform with what looked like oval-shaped indentations on the base and a thin pole projecting away from it with a crossbar type of structure. Attached to the bar were two padded pouches with what looked like metal fasteners binding them in place.

  “Er, lovely thank you, darling, but . . . what exactly is it?”

  “Well, it’s a sort of exerciser really, based on that alpine-walking thing we watched the other week on Sky. Get you fitter and stronger, Mistress.”

  The mock-shy cute look on Toni’s face excited Kate. She knew Toni wanted to rev up her slavery.

  “Oh, nice then. Shall I try it?”

  “There’s an instruction book. Let’s see you in your undies first though, ’cos you’ll sweat a lot and it turns me on to see you like that – you know it does, love.”

  Kate quickly slipped off her blouse and skirt revealing light-blue bra and briefs.

  Toni thought for the millionth time how good Kate looked, but the dampness between her legs and the hardening of her nipples was even more satisfying because she knew what was about to happen.

  “OK, let me guide you in.” Taking Kate gently by the elbows, she eased both feet into the saucer-like panels and stepped back from the other woman quickly.


  “Hey, I’m stuck! These things have swallowed up my feet!”

  Toni smiled angelically. “That’s the plan, honey. It will make you push harder with your legs and strengthen your gorgeous thighs and calves.”

  Her heart was beating quickly and her mouth was dry but Toni knew she had to be decisive.

  She grabbed the blonde’s left wrist and held it to the bar, deftly snapping the metal fastener across it. Kate was left-handed so that wrist was her stronger one, the right would be easier she knew.

  “What the fuck is this, Toni? This is an exercise machine—” She was too late to react as the other woman roughly grabbed at her right wrist and it was trapped immediately.

  Standing in front of her captive, Toni relaxed and grinned at her. “Well, it is a sort of exercise machine, Kate, but much more fun than walking, trust me.”

  “Listen! I am your Mistress not the other way round, you silly bitch. Get me out of this now and I won’t beat you too hard. You will beg for mercy though when I strip you, girl, believe me.”

  “Oh dear, I hope you aren’t going to be difficult when our guest arrives, she will be cross with you.”

  “What are you talking about . . . if you’ve told any of our friends about our games you must be crazy, do you want them to judge us – to think we’re weird?”

  Ignoring this completely, Toni moved toward the front door, intending to open it and see if there was any sign of their guest yet, but before she could do so her mobile buzzed.

  “I’m here. Let me in immediately.”

  Her heart beating quickly, Toni did as she had been ordered.

  She and the visitor went through the door almost together. Toni wanted to see the look on Kate’s face properly. She was not disappointed.

  Shock, fascination, disbelief, bewilderment were all there.

  Words followed.

  “Christ is it really . . . you’ve hardly changed, it’s been ten years, more – Miss Lawrence, it can’t be. Where did you find her for God’s sake?”

  Toni grinned broadly. “It wasn’t that hard. I had a hunch our instincts were right: she is a real Domme, a proper mistress. OK, she can’t use her real name but my only fear was that she had moved miles away. But the net is a wonderful thing. Kate – say hello to Madam Morgana.”