The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotic Stories

by Barbara Cardy

  Wendy scooped soap out of a wire container attached to the wall and applied the pink cake to Teresa’s chest, sudsing up the woman’s breasts. “This is how we wash ourselves,” she remarked.

  Teresa blinked her eyes, looked up into Wendy’s. Then she reached out and gripped the other woman’s shoulders, pushed her head forward and planted her wet lips on Wendy’s mouth.

  Wendy shoved her back, looking shocked. “Hey, what do you think you’re doing? I’m here to help you get in shape, not to get you off.”

  Teresa’s mouth fell all the way open, a stunned expression on her face. “But . . . but all the rubbing and touching and feeling and . . .” Her mouth snapped shut, her face blazing red in the steam.

  Wendy grinned. “Just kidding, girl! My gym is full service. You get the full woman-on-woman treatment here – if you want it?”

  “I want it,” Teresa breathed.

  And before the “it” was even out, Wendy took the dripping woman in her arms and mashed her mouth against Teresa’s mouth.

  The pair excitedly kissed, wrapped up in each other’s arms, hot, slick bodies pressing together, tits squishing, water streaming over their naked, entwined forms. Wendy’s tongue surged into Teresa’s mouth and up against Teresa’s tongue. The two slippery mouth-organs swirled together, urgently, passionately. Wendy dove her hands down Teresa’s curved back and onto the woman’s buttocks, clutched the plush pair, squeezed them, erotically – not therapeutically – plying them with her strong fingers now.

  Teresa moaned along the length of Wendy’s twisting tongue, thrusting her butt out into the other woman’s groping hands. And then she bit into Wendy’s long, pink tongue, sucked on the budded appendage, putting her own hands to equal good use by wedging them in between their bodies and onto Wendy’s breasts, squeezing. It was Wendy’s turn to moan.

  Teresa took one long last pull on Wendy’s tongue and then dipped her head down, pushed Wendy’s tits up. She twirled her tongue around one of the woman’s stiffened nipples, the other nipple, delighting in the rubbery feel and taste, the pebbled texture of Wendy’s areolae.

  Water splashed off Wendy’s chest and into Teresa’s face. The lust-stoked woman poured her red lips over Wendy’s left nipple and sucked on it, tugged on it. Then bobbed her head over and did the same to Wendy’s flared right nipple, capturing it in her mouth and suckling, clutching the woman’s breasts.

  Wendy threw back her head and groaned, her damp, blonde hair streaming down her back, fingernails digging into Teresa’s buttocks. Then she snapped her head back up, as Teresa bit into one of her nipples. She grasped Teresa’s dark, wet hair and jerked her mouth up to hers, hungrily kissed, before sliding down Teresa’s gleaming body and dropping to her knees on the water-run tiles. She gripped Teresa’s thighs and pressed her lips against the other woman’s pussy.

  “Ohmigod!” Teresa squealed, full-body shuddering.

  Wendy bobbed her head in between Teresa’s legs, dragging her tongue up and down Teresa’s dripping slit, lapping the woman’s pussy. Teresa grabbed up her quivering breasts and squeezed them, pinched and pulled on her nipples, watching, feeling Wendy lick and lick and lick her brimming pussy. Until her clit swelled with imminent joy, ready to go off.

  Wendy sensed it, knowing women’s bodies as well as she did. She sprang back up to her feet and grabbed Teresa’s right hand and planted it on her own drenched cunt, got the woman to rubbing as she slid her other hand over Teresa’s pussy, cupping the mound, scrubbing it with her fingers.

  The two women stared at one another through the heated fog, rubbing each other’s pussy, stroking each other’s clit. They kissed, Frenched, fondled tits, rubbing and rubbing soaking wet cunts.

  Until Teresa shot up on her toes wailing, Wendy’s buffing fingers on her button triggering wicked orgasm that tidal-waved through her trembling body. Just as Wendy screamed and shuddered violently, repeatedly, her bronze body flooding with molten ecstasy thanks to Teresa’s erotically polishing fingers.

  “So, you think you’ll become a member?” Wendy asked afterwards.

  “Lifetime,” Teresa murmured, undulating her shimmering body against her beautiful personal trainer. “Workouts never ended so wonderful.”

  THE INNER CIRCLE

  Lucy Felthouse

  Adele peered out of her front window. Yes, there they were again. Donna and Josie, linking arms and chatting away. Just a few short weeks earlier, Adele would have been part of that conversation. But now, inexplicably, it seemed she was no longer in the inner circle. The two women had scaled back their invites for afternoon tea, their book club meetings weren’t so frequent and Adele felt as though she was being deliberately excluded. And she had no idea why. There had been no falling out, no cross words, nothing.

  Adele decided she wasn’t going to take it any more. If she was going to be ignored and left out, she at least wanted to know why. Watching the pair head into Josie’s house across the street without so much as a glance in her direction, Adele drew away from the window.

  Hurrying, so as to not lose her nerve, Adele slipped on her sandals, left the house and pulled the front door shut behind her. She walked across the quiet street. It was a cul-de-sac, so there was no through traffic, and, it being the middle of the day, most people were at work, including the husbands of herself and the other two women. The lack of other company during the day was what had originally brought the three women together, but now it seemed Adele was surplus to requirements. Blinking back angry tears, Adele stomped across to Josie’s house, ready for a confrontation.

  Once she got closer, however, she noticed something amiss. Despite the time of day, the living-room blinds were closed. The sun wasn’t even at this side of the house yet, so that wasn’t the reason. Intrigued, Adele crept closer. Lots of wild thoughts began to run through her head. They were obviously up to something they wanted to keep secret. But what? Extramarital activity? Criminal activity? Or worse?

  Determined to get answers, Adele walked right up to the window. The ladies obviously hadn’t been too careful when they’d drawn the blinds. One of the slats had caught on something on the windowsill and it wasn’t quite flush to the others, creating a gap. A gap perfect for peering through. Begging to be peered through.

  Never one to pass up an opportunity, Adele gingerly peeked through the hole, half expecting one of the girls to be looking back, glaring angrily at the intrusion. She needn’t have worried. There was nobody there. Not right by the window, anyway. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, Adele could make out shapes moving in the room, over by the sofa.

  On the sofa, she realized, as her brain caught up with what her eyes were seeing. There were two people on the couch, and they were . . .

  Adele stumbled back from the window, horrified. She’d only been joking with herself when she’d considered the fact that Donna and Josie might have been sneaking men into their houses for some extramarital nookie. She didn’t seriously think either of the women would cheat on their husbands. But the eyes don’t lie, and what Adele had seen through that window could definitely be classed as nookie. Or getting that way, at least.

  What she couldn’t work out was who was sleeping with whom. There were no extra cars on their drives, no unusual vehicles on the street. Just who were these mystery men? Or man. Perhaps they were sharing?

  Desperate now for the full story, Adele pressed her face back to the window, seeking out the culprits. Her little thinking sojourn had obviously given the couple on the sofa time to hot things up, as they were now both wearing considerably less than the last time she’d looked. Adele could see that Donna was on the sofa, writhing on top of her conquest. She couldn’t see where Josie was.

  As Adele watched, transfixed by the scene before her, a movement from the sofa exposed a revelation that shocked her to her very core. Donna’s lover had breasts. More shifting and wriggling around revealed the face of Donna’s mystery lover. Adele almost fell over backwards as she recognized Josie’s blissed-out
looking face.

  Adele’s brain struggled to catch up. How had this happened? A few short weeks ago they’d simply been three women who lived in the same neighborhood and enjoyed each other’s company. Now Donna and Josie clearly enjoyed much more than just each other’s company. She wondered how it had come about. How had they gone from being happily married women to having a hot lesbian affair?

  And it was certainly hot. Peering back through the window, Adele could see that the pair had swapped positions on the sofa. Josie was now straddling Donna, and peeling down her panties. She flung them across the room. Then, grabbing Donna’s ankles, Josie parted her lover’s legs and put them over her shoulders, giving her access to her pussy. Stroking and caressing Donna’s most intimate place until she was writhing madly on the sofa, Josie then stopped and slid down, replacing her fingers with her face. Despite the double-glazed windows, Adele could hear the moans and squeals emanating from Donna’s parted lips. From this angle, she couldn’t see in any great detail, but the way Josie’s head was bobbing up and down and from side to side, she was clearly tonguing the other woman for all she was worth.

  Adele couldn’t believe her eyes. Given the eagerness and passion with which the two women were interacting, this obviously wasn’t some first-time spur-of-the-moment thing. This discovery explained a great deal. It also made her feel a little peculiar. She felt warm and tingly between her legs and had a strong urge to touch herself there.

  Zeroing back in on the action Adele watched, open-mouthed, as Josie coaxed Donna’s pussy into submission. She couldn’t quite see what she was doing, but judging from Donna’s facial expression, she was doing it right! Bucking and twisting beneath her lover, Donna was heading for orgasm. But Josie wouldn’t let up, holding Donna’s hips in place as she bobbed up and down between her thighs.

  Working faster now, Josie’s actions were tipping Donna over the edge, as was obvious from the way her body thrashed about, then suddenly went stiff. This movement was coupled with the scrunching up of her face, then sudden relaxation as her orgasm hit, resulting in a deep moan which Adele heard through the glass.

  Josie sat up slightly to watch her lover’s face contort in orgasm. Her face in profile, Adele saw a broad grin light up Josie’s face. Josie crawled up Donna’s body and planted a soft kiss on her lips then slumped down beside her, lazily stroking her stomach.

  As nothing was happening any more, Adele was about to slip away and go home to process what she’d seen. But before she moved, Donna suddenly grabbed the wrist belonging to Josie’s stroking hand, and shoved it down between her legs. It would seem that Donna was ready for round two. Josie immediately plunged two fingers into Donna’s pussy. Her legs lolled open and Adele had a perfect view of her friend’s cunt and the digits delving into its depths.

  Soon, Donna reached out to grab Josie’s wrist once more. This time though, she drew her lover’s hand away from her sex and brought it to her mouth. Slipping an index finger into her mouth, Donna sucked her pussy juices from Josie’s skin. Popping the finger out and replacing it with the next one, she mimicked fellatio as she drank in her own arousal.

  Smiling around Josie’s finger, Donna then removed it and spoke. Whatever she said clearly had an effect on her lover, as she quickly disentangled herself and allowed Donna to get up off the sofa. She then lay on her back, her feet pointing toward the window. When Donna then turned and flung her leg over Josie’s head, Adele couldn’t quite work out what was going on. It wasn’t until the girls rearranged themselves that the penny dropped.

  Donna had straddled Josie’s face and was lowering herself down. Once in position, she then bent her own head between her lover’s parted thighs. Adele felt another jolt between her own thighs. They were going to lick each other’s pussy at the same time!

  This time, though, Adele could see everything. Josie was slightly angled with her right foot on the floor, giving Donna full access to her plump outer labia and the swollen clitoris peeking from within. Donna wasted no time. Bracing herself on one hand, she used the other to part Josie’s sticky-looking cunt lips and stick her tongue in.

  By now, Adele was so aroused that she was embarrassed. She wanted to go home and bring herself off, but she couldn’t tear herself away from the erotic scene before her. Never mind that anyone could see her peering through the house’s front window and mistake her for someone up to no good.

  Sudden paranoia made her glance around. She needn’t have worried. The street was still deserted. She lined her eyes back up with the gap in the blinds and continued watching the peep show.

  Naturally, she couldn’t see what Josie was doing from here, so she stood transfixed on what Donna was doing. She currently had Josie’s clit between her lips and was sucking and tugging at it. It had grown to an impressive size and Adele could see even from this distance how wet her friend’s pussy was. She was going to have to give that sofa a good clean if she wasn’t careful. Sliding a finger into Josie’s core, Donna pumped it in and out as she sucked at the sensitive nub of flesh in her mouth.

  From the awkward angle of her arm, it looked as though Donna was trying to manipulate her lover’s G-spot. When she saw Josie’s hand slip up and around Donna’s hip, dig her fingers into the flesh of her bottom and pull her closer, it was clear that whatever Donna’s fingers were doing was driving her to distraction. In response, the other woman began finger-fucking her in earnest. The thrashing around on the sofa and the moaning audible through the glass of the window gave the impression that the two women were in some kind of race to make the other come first.

  Whether because her arm was tired, or whether she was so close to orgasm, Adele would never know, but Donna stopped what she was doing and sat up. Adele could just about make out that Josie was still busily lapping and sucking away at Donna’s cunt. Her lover’s eyes were closed and she’d moved her hands to her own luscious breasts, lifting and caressing them. Then she slid her fingers to her elongated nipples and began pulling and pinching at them roughly.

  Her eyes flickered open and Adele flinched, convinced that Donna would look over at the window and see her standing there, spying like some dirty little pervert. She had no such worry. The other woman simply flung her head back in abandon and cried out as her orgasm hit. Her fingers closed tightly around her breasts, and Adele could imagine the marks her fingernails would be making in that soft flesh. Looking down and seeing Josie’s chin bobbing, she guessed that was the least of her worries. Josie’s face was wet, pussy juices dribbling down onto her chest and neck. Still she worked at Donna’s sex.

  Soon, it appeared Donna had ridden her orgasm through to its finale and she slowly, shakily, pushed herself off the other woman’s face and stood up. Shifting over, Josie made room for Donna to sit beside her as they recovered from their session.

  Adele decided now was the time to retreat, before the girls’ senses returned and they noticed the peeping Tom watching them through the chink in the blinds.

  As she slunk back across the street, however, little did she know that Donna and Josie were hurriedly pulling on their clothes in order to follow her back to her house. They’d known all along that their friend was watching. Their affair had been going on for some time and they’d decided it was time to find out if Adele was also into Sapphic delights. The fact she’d stood and watched them until the very end before slinking off told them all they needed to know. She was definitely ready to be initiated into their inner circle.

  DRAGON

  Lucinda Coombes

  She looked good I’ll give her that. Chinese. Around five eight with a fit, toned body, tanned skin, held herself well and walked proud like no one could touch her. I’d heard about her before – her reputation preceded her – how she was just so mean, how she took this blonde and made her into some slave, how she had these fantastic tattoos on her legs and back: dragons in reds and blues and on her back a huge coiled snake.

  “It’s her Kundalini energy,” Little Lucy said to me as we sat in the cell twid
dling our thumbs and trying not to lay into each other already.

  “What you talking about?” I grunted. Little Lucy bored me with her tittle-tattle tit. She was a bottom feeder grazing on the leftovers and the gossip of prison life. Little Lucy knew everyone and everything. It was her job as a former dealer and fraudster. She was an oracle.

  “It’s some life force, some energy she connects with. It rises up through her back and into the top of her head. She does yoga to get supple and keep the energy flowing.”

  She could move all right. I would give her that. I’d once seen her in action down at the open prison. Some bull dyke was giving her attitude and made the bad mistake of challenging her. The thing was the Dragon Lady took her time over teaching this fool a lesson. She took her out with some quick kicks to the chest and head and followed it up with an uppercut. The dyke had enough pretty soon and wanted to quit. The Dragon Lady made quite a spectacle of it though. Paraded the dyke on all fours, pulled her round the storage room by her hair. The crowd loved it, begged for more and when the dragon made her lick her out she sent them to heaven.

  She was generous like that.

  I’d seen her walking down the corridor, two young blonde things on either side of her. She liked them blonde and she liked them young. I heard she liked to train them up just as she liked. Teach ’em the tricks of the trade as it were – how to please her, how to bow and curtsey, anticipate her every need. Even the warders loved her and it was common knowledge that she was fucking the head warden with an eightinch purple strap-on.

  “You don’t wanna mess with her!” Little Lucy said, filing her nails and gazing at me with her baby blue eyes.

  “Yeah?” I said. Bored with her now.

  “She’s a martial arts expert!” Little Lucy dribbled and pouted.

  I looked at her and she came over all demure and looked down at the prison floor like she was in some God-awful nineteenth-century bodice-ripping period drama.