The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotic Stories

by Barbara Cardy

  I shook a cigarette out of my pack, stuck it in my mouth and lit up. I didn’t offer any around, just like I wasn’t offering my services as tour guide anytime soon. Other services, maybe. Yvette stared at the cigarette and my lips pulling on it with undisguised lust.

  “We’ll take one room, with two double beds,” Lucinda purred.

  “We like to share,” Domino added, voice dripping honey.

  I gave them room twenty-six, the biggest one, in back, nice and private and with a good view of the scrubby swamplands.

  The party got out of hand about an hour thereafter. The ladies blowing off steam after blowing town and state, was my guess. It was the guy with the drum set who phoned in the noise complaint.

  My phone call went unanswered. So I walked out of the air-conditioned office and into the hot, sweaty night. I heard the noise as soon as I stepped outside.

  The door to room twenty-six was wide open, music and TV blaring, the three women huddled around the table they’d dragged out into the middle of the room, playing cards. Money littered the table, along with cigarette butts and glasses, a couple of liquor bottles standing tall on the edges of the mess.

  The latest game must’ve been strip poker, the way the ladies were all in their bras and panties. Except for Domino – she’d already lost her bra, her huge, ripe, brown melons hanging out for everyone to admire.

  I knocked on the door frame, yelled. No one wasted a glance on me. I flicked the lights on and off.

  “Hey, the tough little punk from the front desk!” Yvette shouted.

  The other two turned around and looked at me, grinning.

  I walked into the room and turned off the TV, the radio. “I’ve had a complaint. Too much noise.”

  Yvette unplugged the stub of a cigarillo from her mouth and husked, “I’ve got a complaint – too much nosing around.”

  Silence filled the stuffy room.

  I looked from one half-naked woman to the other. I liked what I saw. “How about dealing me into the game?” I asked.

  “Sure,” Lucinda said, running some fingers down her gleaming chest, along the swelled contour of a breast cupped in her purple bra. “But it can get pretty intense.”

  “Yeah, we play for pretty big stakes,” Domino murmured, circling a fat, burnt-sugar nipple with her finger.

  They were all a little sloshed, a lot horny. My kind of crowd. I shut the door and walked over to the table, pulled up a chair.

  They cheated. I didn’t complain. I was cheating, too. Even so, I was soon topless and skirtless, my skimpy black thong all I had left. Yvette and Lucinda had lost their bras. The older woman’s tits were blazingly pale compared with her sunburned neck, solid as rocks. Lucinda’s breasts were high and conical, tipped by long, liquorice-black nipples. Domino still had her panties, her lecherous attitude.

  I was totally naked two hands later.

  Yvette rasped, “Ante up, sweetheart.”

  I shrugged, the women watching my tits bob up and down. “I guess I’m out, then. I’m skint.”

  Yvette didn’t see it that way. “You’re in the pot now, baby, that beautiful little body of yours. Winner takes all. OK?”

  I shook off the glass of whiskey Domino offered me, and nodded at Yvette.

  The hard-boiled blonde beat me four aces to a full house.

  I climbed onto the table. Yvette and Lucinda pulled strapons out of their luggage, hitched them on. Domino couldn’t wait. She pushed me flat on the table and dived her pretty face in between my legs, splitting my pussy lips with her thick, eager tongue.

  I shivered, grabbing on to my tits. The woman speared deep inside me, writhed her tongue around in my tunnel, her fingernails biting into my trembling thighs. I felt something tap the side of my head, then the other side – Lucinda’s and Yvette’s strapped-on dildos. Lucinda’s was bright red, a foot long; Yvette’s jet black and of equal pussy-stretching length. I took Yvette’s into my mouth and sucked on it, then Lucinda’s, as Domino stabbed her tongue back and forth in my pussy, fucking me with her mouth-organ.

  Yvette mauled my one breast, Lucinda grasping and groping the other. I sucked on one cock, the other, until they were dripping with my ardour. Domino pulled her tongue out of my pussy, leaving me achingly empty. Then she pawed my flaps wide apart and lapped at my slit, painting my pink with her licker.

  Yvette twisted my head her way, popping Lucinda’s dong out of my mouth. Clamping my tit with her hand, she shot her head down, slammed her mouth into my mouth. She sucked on my mouth, shoved her tongue inside. Then she pulled back up and made me eat her dildo again, thrusting it deep into my mouth.

  Lucinda dragged Domino from between my legs. She pulled me closer to the edge of the table and stuck the tip of her strap-on into my slit, speared it home with a pump of her hips. I moaned from around Yvette’s dong stuffing my face.

  Lucinda fucked me. She hefted my thighs and clutched them to her tits, churning her hips, my cunt with her cock. Domino scrambled around to my head and twisted my mouth free of Yvette’s dick, dived her head down to kiss and French me. Yvette rammed the bent-over woman, driving into her cunt from behind and fucking.

  I was spun around on the table. Women ate out my cunt, fucked me with their cocks. All the time they were fucking each other, sucking each other. My body and pussy burned raw.

  Finally, they helped me off of the table and onto the floor. “All for one and one for all,” Yvette cracked, as we formed a lezzy square on the carpet, facing each other’s cunt.

  I licked Domino’s sodden, strip-shaved pussy. As she licked lustily at Lucinda’s puffy black lips. As Yvette bobbed her head in between my legs, lapping at my barbell-topped pussy. It was a daisy chain for four, a game where everyone could come out a winner.

  I gripped Domino’s thick, trembling butt cheeks and lashed her juicy cunt with my tongue. She tasted tangy, spicy. Her moans of delight were muffled by Lucinda’s pussy in her mouth. I was moaning myself, Yvette chewing on my flaps, eating out my pussy, tonguing and sucking my clit.

  I shuddered with impending ecstasy, clawing Domino’s pussy lips open and sealing my mouth over her fat, pink clit, sucking hard. She cried out into Lucinda’s cunt, instantly coming. Superheated juices squirted against my face and into my mouth.

  The caramel bombshell set off the rest of us.

  Lucinda quivered and wailed. Yvette’s flapping tongue against my clit triggered a massive orgasm in me, sending searing waves of joy rolling through my body. At the same time, the ultra-tough blonde cried into my convulsing pussy, caught vulnerable with her own womanly orgasm.

  They wanted me to go with them. They were on the run, all right, but loaded with all of life’s necessities – pussy and money. I told them no. I was nobody’s moll, didn’t want to see the world with one eye over my shoulder.

  Then they sort of insisted I go along, since their passion had revealed a little too much to a square citizen like myself. Yvette got downright menacing.

  I told them I’d sleep on it. I slept in Yvette’s clasping arms that night. Fortunately, liquor and lesbianism and too many hours on the road had left the woman – all of them – exhausted. I slipped out of Yvette’s grasp and the room at daybreak.

  A quick call to the local FBI office earned me my best pay-off yet – in reward money.

  You might think being the night manager at a sleazy swampland motel would be a boring job. You’d think wrong. It suits me fine, leaves me plenty satisfied.

  SHUSH

  Kannan Feng

  The library was a dim and echoing place after hours, and Marjo’s stilettos, brand new and shiny black, produced sharp hard clicks against the cold tile floor. In her short black dress, she looked like she should have been at a cocktail party, not a library, and she nervously tugged down the hemline, peering into the darkness.

  “Kendall?” she called out uncertainly. “Where are you?”

  The echoes had barely died down when a hard hand shot out and snagged her by the elbow.

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bsp; Marjo’s startled yelp was stopped by a warm hand over her mouth, and she heard a familiar chuckle next to her ear even as another hand stroked her breast, light as a feather.

  “Don’t you know you’re supposed to be quiet in the library?” Kendall said, turning her around.

  Kendall’s gaze was appreciative, making Marjo blush and stare at her toes. The dress was slightly tight, and her white breasts were dramatically framed by the daring V-neck. Underneath, her bare legs were pale in the dim light and the four-inch heels that she wore so unsteadily made them seem impossibly long.

  “You look good, babe,” Kendall said approvingly, reaching out to sweep Marjo’s black hair back from her face. “You look perfect.”

  “So do you,” Marjo murmured and Kendall laughed. In her tall boots, jeans and band T-shirt, she looked as slim and tough as a young boxer, but Marjo could still see the elegant curve of her hip and the weight of her breasts underneath her worn T-shirt.

  “Well, come on, then,” Kendall said, curving a hand around Marjo’s waist. “I’ve got it all set up for you.”

  The reading room was harshly lit with fluorescent lights that buzzed when Kendall hit the switch. There was a large leather-bound book lying closed in the middle of the table. It looked as prim as a bible, but Marjo knew what it really was, and her hands itched to open it.

  She reached out to pull it closer to her, but Kendall stopped her with a hard swat to her barely clothed backside. Marjo cried out in protest and Kendall grinned wider.

  “Sorry, babe,” she said, not sounding sorry at all. “Look at it where it is.”

  Marjo frowned, looking between Kendall and the book. The tables in the reading room were tall, coming up to her waist, and she couldn’t reach the book at all unless . . .

  She realized what Kendall wanted, and after a moment, blushing hard, she leaned over the table. She found that when she propped herself up on her elbows, she could reach the leather volume easily. Of course, it left her ass tilted up perfectly to Kendall’s appreciative hands, and Marjo shifted nervously from foot to foot.

  “Well, what are you waiting for? We haven’t got all night.”

  Marjo nodded and opened the book even as a warm hand slid from her knee up to her inner thigh. Her breath came a little harder as she tried to focus on the first page, where two women touched each other’s corseted waist and a Victorian font described the beautiful art of women loving women.

  “Is it good?” Kendall asked, and Marjo nearly jumped because she could feel Kendall’s breath on the side of her thigh even as the other woman’s hand crept higher and higher.

  “Yes . . .” Marjo managed to say. “It’s exactly what I wanted . . .”

  She tried to read the insectile text next to the picture, but then she gasped when Kendall ran a wet tongue up the back of her thigh, ending at the crease of her buttock.

  “Oh!” she whimpered, her hands tightening convulsively into fists, and Kendall’s laugh was low and amused.

  “Did you think I wasn’t going to have some fun while you’re checking out antique stroke mags?”

  Marjo might have answered that if Kendall hadn’t pushed her knees open, widening Marjo’s stance. She could feel the cool library air on her bare skin and then she felt Kendall’s fingertips, dragging along her slit. She was already a little wet and her flesh parted easily under Kendall’s touch.

  “Go on,” Kendall said, her voice a little challenging. “Read your book, Marjo.”

  Marjo nodded tightly, and turned the page. Now the one woman had undressed the other, sliding a hand under layers and layers of skirts, and Kendall’s hands spread Marjo’s cheeks, revealing the slick pink skin between.

  “That’s nice, you’re already enjoying yourself, aren’t you?”

  She didn’t have to reply. Her bent position gave Kendall plenty of clearance to spread Marjo’s cunt with her thumbs, and when Kendall leaned in to taste that damp flesh, Marjo couldn’t resist a soft whimper. She meant to read, but her eyes drifted closed as the tip of Kendall’s tongue darted and dived, lapping at Marjo and making her even wetter.

  “Oh, you’re fucking tasty,” Kendall said with a grin, and she nipped at Marjo’s ass with sharp teeth, making the bent woman gasp.

  Marjo turned another page to find one of the women bent and tied to a table as the other woman rose behind her, a leather strap in her hand. She shuddered at the sight and then she moaned deep in her throat when Kendall sank one finger smoothly into her cunt.

  “That the one with the strap?” Kendall asked. “Scary, isn’t she?”

  “Ye-yes,” Marjo responded, but she couldn’t help pumping her hips against Kendall’s finger, imagining Kendall snapping a doubled-over belt between her hands. The image took her breath away and she was distracted enough that Kendall’s second finger sliding in made her groan.

  “God, you’re tight,” Kendall said, a slight breathlessness in her own voice. “You’ve been good lately.”

  Marjo started to reply but then she yelped in surprise when Kendall pulled her fingers out of her cunt only to drag them, damp and warm, up to her asshole.

  “Kendall!”

  “Read your book, babe.”

  Marjo took a deep breath and turned her eyes back to the page, but she wasn’t really seeing anything. All she could feel was the sensation of Kendall pushing against that small opening. Kendall was patient but insistent and soon she had worked the tip of her finger inside. Marjo could feel how tightly she closed around Kendall’s finger, and then Kendall withdrew.

  Marjo started to feel relieved but then she heard the unmistakable snap of latex gloves. Kendall’s fingers were back, this time coated with lube that was almost painfully cold.

  “Please, Kendall, I . . .”

  “You’ll love this,” Kendall promised. “Read your book, this is what you came in for.”

  Marjo looked at the page to see the bound woman’s buttocks spread wide to reveal a hairy cunt and the pucker of her ass. The other woman was nowhere to be seen, but Marjo could imagine her getting something terrifying ready beyond the illustration’s margins.

  She started to turn the page, but Kendall’s fingers were sliding against her tight rear hole again, pushing more insistently this time. Marjo realized that the low moan she could hear was hers and, centimeter by almost painful centimeter, Kendall’s finger slid into her ass, rocking back and forth as it did so.

  She could feel Kendall’s sharp knuckles against the flesh of her cheeks and she panted, taking in the sensation and feeling the way that her body, still unsure, accepted Kendall’s invasion.

  “That’s a good girl,” Kendall murmured, her own breath coming fast. “You’re going to take this like a dream.”

  She slid her finger back out, leaving Marjo momentarily empty and wanting, but then she was back with two fingers this time. They slid in faster than Marjo could believe and she surprised herself further by rocking up to them. It was nothing like getting her cunt fingered; it was both more sensitive and less. There was a dull but insistent ache that was so much like pleasure that she wasn’t sure was actually pain at all, and she braced her ridiculous high heels on the floor to push back against Kendall’s fingers.

  Kendall removed her fingers for a moment and then pressed even more lube into Marjo’s ass, making it feel as wet as her cunt. Marjo could imagine that slick shine between her cheeks, and she blushed even harder.

  Marjo glanced back at the book, but it seemed so unimportant when her legs were spread for a gorgeous woman, her breasts pressed to the cold library table and her moans echoing throughout the room.

  “Oh, that’s perfect,” Kendall said with something very close to a groan. “That’s fucking perfect.”

  She slid her fingers out of Marjo entirely, startling a wail out of Marjo that was both surprise and disappointment. Marjo turned around to see Kendall peel the gloves off her hand and unbutton her jeans.

  “How . . . how long have you been wearing that?” Marjo breathed, and Ken
dall smiled, stroking the black strap-on she wore with a fond, firm hand.

  “My whole shift,” she responded. “It’s good and hot for you.”

  Marjo started to say something, but then Kendall stepped up behind her, and the other woman was right. The tip of the cock pressed against her ass was as warm as skin. Kendall placed one hand on Marjo’s shoulder to steady them both while the other hand held the cock straight, sinking it slowly into Marjo’s slicked hole.

  Marjo gave up even pretending to look at the book and buried her face in her arms, her breathing ragged and wet as she concentrated on relaxing for Kendall’s strap-on.

  “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she chanted, her voice broken between syllables.

  It seemed to take an eternity for the cock to be fully lodged inside her, and then both of Kendall’s hands came to rest on Marjo’s clothed hips.

  “I can feel how tight you’re gripping it,” Kendall murmured quietly. “I know how this is gonna feel for you, but, baby? Try to remember this is a library and keep it down, OK?”

  Marjo started to respond to Kendall’s mocking words, but then she couldn’t help but scream when Kendall pulled out and forced her way back in with a rapid thrust. She threw her head back, bucking against the table as Kendall thrust again.

  The feeling of being opened so crudely made her heart beat faster and her cunt drip. She pushed back against Kendall’s strong body as hard as she could. Every thrust seemed to open her up wider, and she could hear Kendall’s harsh groans above her, a low counterpoint to her own shouts.

  “Oh God, you’re so fucking good,” Kendall growled.

  Her grip on Marjo’s hips was so tight that Marjo knew they would leave bruises, but she didn’t care. She only wanted more of this, more of Kendall, deeper and harder. Her nails scrabbled at the table and found enough grip to push herself back against her lover. Her timing was perfect and Kendall’s cock was inside her deeper than before, making both women groan.