The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotic Stories

by Barbara Cardy

  She knew that the cock, strapped so prettily to Kendall’s bare hips, was sunk as deeply in Kendall’s cunt as it was in her ass, and the idea of Kendall getting filled as well as she was flooded Marjo with pleasure. They were connected so intimately, so wonderfully, and she could feel Kendall’s every shudder and gasp just as she knew Kendall could feel hers.

  She fought to slide a hand between her legs. It pinched, because she had to maneuver around the edge of the table, but her fingers found her own cunt, spreading the lips with frantic speed.

  Marjo pushed two of her own fingers inside herself and then she realized she could feel the motion of Kendall’s cock inside her as well, separated by so very little flesh.

  “Oh, oh fuck,” she heard herself groan, and then she was coming hard, her fingers pumping inside her and her lover’s strap-on pounding her flat to the table. She pressed her legs together, making the sensations last and last, but finally, wrung out and exhausted, she slumped to the table.

  Kendall worked over her furiously for several long minutes and Marjo simply floated. She was aware of the way her ass stretched around Kendall’s cock, of Kendall’s tight grip on her body and Kendall’s muttered swears of admiration, but it was distant. There was a feeling of boneless contentment suffusing her as she simply lay on the table and allowed her lover to take as she liked.

  Kendall came with a hard shout and a deep thrust, shaking hard even as she kept pushing in. Marjo felt droplets of Kendall’s sweat hit her back, and then Kendall’s grip, fraction by fraction, loosened.

  She pulled out of Marjo tenderly and slowly, stroking her shoulders and murmuring encouragement all the while. After the rush of passion, Marjo was aware of a soreness that she knew would last for several hours. The cock pulled out of her completely, and Marjo hissed with discomfort. Then Kendall’s hand was there, pressing firmly against the aching flesh.

  Marjo shifted and then sighed as she felt a soft damp cloth press against her, wiping up the lube and her own juices from her crack and her thighs.

  “You’re spoiling me,” she said lazily, and when she glanced behind her, she could see Kendall’s brilliant grin. Kendall was still wearing the cock like a prize of war and Marjo blushed to see it.

  “Damn straight I’m spoiling you,” Kendall said, pitching the cloth into the nearby trash can. “Spoiled girls let me do this again and again.”

  “And again and again?” Marjo enquired with a slight smile.

  She stood up straight, stifling a groan as her back popped softly. Her dress was rucked up around her hips and, for a moment, she simply stood there, looking down at the long pale length of her legs. She glanced up to find Kendall doing the same, and she leaned back against the table.

  “Pull your dress down, you look indecent,” Kendall said, but then she shut her mouth when Marjo slipped a bare foot out of one high heel.

  Marjo rubbed the side of her foot up Kendall’s jeans-clad leg, bringing the other woman to attention, and smiled.

  “You want to spoil me, Kendall?” Marjo asked, her voice low and husky. “You want to make sure that I keep coming back every damn week to visit you after work?”

  Kendall licked her lips, and if the sudden change in their positions surprised her, she gave no sign.

  “Yes, ma’am,” Kendall said softly, and Marjo laughed.

  “Well, then, you get down on your knees, and you spoil me rotten.”

  Kendall dropped to the cement floor with a grin and then she purred when Marjo grasped her by the hair.

  “And this time, Kendall?” Marjo said, her voice threatening, “Library or not, don’t you dare tell me to shush.”

  BLACKOUT

  Giselle Renarde

  She caught Zahra’s eye the moment she walked through the door. With a ton of freckles and long orange hair in two braids, she was Pippi Longstocking all grown up.

  Casey.

  What a name! It reminded Zahra of the freaky little red-haired puppet from the Mr Dressup show she loved as a kid, and it suited this girl to a T. There was something about Casey that was absolutely childlike. Not childish, she wasn’t immature, just refreshingly genuine and carefree. In her mismatched stripy socks and her hot pink miniskirt, she looked like a six-year-old whose misguided parents had let her choose her own outfit.

  Set against a backdrop of fresh paint and Zahra’s decidedly un-fresh friends, Casey stood out like a sore thumb. But that was a good thing, in this case. Zahra just wanted to dive between her legs and inhale. Sometimes that craving came over her – she saw a girl she liked, and she just wanted to smell her all over. Weird, but wonderful. It must be a pheromone thing.

  Everybody had warned Zahra not to buy a condo that wasn’t built yet, but she was admittedly pig-headed. If Zahra wanted something, you bet your ass she was going to get it. Sure enough, construction delays meant moving in a full seven months after the prospective closing date. So, finally inhabiting her brand-spanking-new twenty-ninth-floor ocean-view condo, she threw herself a housewarming party. That’s where Casey came in. She was newish to city life, a recently acquired friend of Zahra’s favorite cousin Aamina.

  Silly, naïve Aamina had just been dumped like yesterday’s Big Mac, so she was looking for love in all the wrong places. The guy was bad news, but she was pretty broken up over the whole ordeal. Seeking solace in another man’s arms, she’d soon abandoned Zahra’s party with Nerdy Larry from work – the very definition of a rebound – leaving poor little Casey to find her own way home.

  Or not.

  Casey all alone with no chaperone? Poor girl. Don’t fret, my dear, I’ll take good care of you. Zahra licked her chops like the big bad wolf.

  All evening she watched Casey laughing with her guy friends, flirting and flaunting those slender assets. What a little vixen! Zahra could have sworn she’d overheard that Casey had a boyfriend or something. Boyfriend, shmoyfriend. Zahra could seduce a straight girl with both hands tied behind her back – or both hands tied behind Casey’s back, if she got her way.

  Casey paid Zahra no attention, but that only made her want the girl more. There was tremendous satisfaction in a successful hunt – and we’re not talking rabbits. Only problem was that every time Zahra got close to Casey, she was intercepted by some idiot saying, “Hey Zahra, I love your new place!”

  Like, can’t you see I’m trying to score?

  It wasn’t until she wished the clutter – also known as the other guests – goodbye that she finally had an opportunity to sit down with Casey. Maybe this pretty little thing had been avoiding Zahra for a reason. Maybe she had some misguided notion that all dykes would chase anything in a skirt.

  What am I thinking . . . skirt? She could be wearing greasy overalls and I’d still take a bite out of that!

  Casey was impossible to resist.

  “How are you getting home?” Zahra asked, pretending not to stare at the perky braless tits under her white peasant top. “Not that I’m trying to get rid of you. Stay as long as you want.”

  Stay all night. Stay the weekend. Zahra was desperate to strip off that tease of a top and christen at least a few rooms in her new condo.

  “I called my partner to come pick me up.”

  “Oh, I didn’t know you were attached,” Zahra lied, fishing for information.

  “Yeah. Chris works in a restaurant around the corner, but it doesn’t close for a few minutes, so I might be here for a bit. If you want me to go, I can take the subway.”

  Hunger for little rabbit Casey surged through Zahra’s body. Now she was this girl’s protector, here to save her from the evils of the city at night. “No, I won’t let you take the subway. Stay put. I’m happy to have you.”

  And then, like God was slapping Zahra in the face for her wily advances, it happened. The track lighting flashed, the table lamp wavered, the mini-chandelier flickered. Then it all went dark. Nothing but darkness. Darkness everywhere. Without the white noise of lamps and fridges and stereos and computers, the building was absolutely silent
.

  “Is it a blackout, do you think?” Casey asked, her voice refreshingly crisp without the background noise.

  Zahra ran into her bedroom, which faced the downtown core, to find total darkness enveloping the entire metropolitan area. “Yup, it’s a blackout. A big one.”

  The confirmation was exhilarating. If this blackout was anything like the big one a couple summers ago, Casey might have to stay for hours.

  Imagine . . .

  “Good thing I got about forty-seven candles as housewarming gifts.” Zahra tried negotiating her new home in the moonlight. “Can I get you anything to drink?”

  “I don’t drink,” the gray blob on the couch informed Zahra as she lit candles. “I don’t do anything that would impair my senses. I like to experience every moment with absolute authenticity. Life is so much better that way, don’t you think?”

  “Sure.” Zahra pushed her glass of wine behind the flower vase.

  Was Casey ever vibrant! All Zahra’s friends seemed so old and jaded compared with this quirky flower. Country girls, eh? When would Zahra finally drink in the scent of her fresh skin? Get under that billowy top and go where no woman had gone before?

  “You know what I like to do when the lights are out?” Zahra asked.

  Casey’s face came alive in the candlelight. “What?”

  “Flash the sailors!” Hopping onto the back of her sofa, she lifted her tank top. Zahra pressed her big brown tits against the cold glass of her floor-to-ceiling ocean-view windows. She’d always considered her boobs her greatest physical asset. Hell, she’d take any excuse to show them off, especially when she had a cutie like Casey on the couch.

  “Hello, sailors!” Casey lifted her top, revealing a pair of barely there boobs, pink nipples outstanding. Zahra just wanted to pinch those rosy buds, to take them between her teeth and bite. Instead, she watched Casey press her chest against the glass.

  “Come and get it, girls!” Zahra slapped her boobs against the window.

  Casey gave her a curious look, but said nothing.

  When Zahra peeled her flesh from the glass, little vixen Casey laughed at the big smudges her tits left behind. Throwing her tank top on the floor, Zahra perched on the back of the sofa. Casey climbed down from the window, wobbling into the slit between couch cushions and stepping down onto the laminate flooring. Her rosy nipples, still rigidly erect under her diaphanous peasant top, called to Zahra.

  Yeah, she was staring.

  “My roof, my rules.” Zahra nodded to indicate her toplessness. She could almost see the gears in motion as Casey cogitated, and the dawning realization when the girl figured out what was going on.

  A smile broke across Casey’s lips. She tantalized Zahra, removing her top slowly, inch by inch, then dropping the hem down a little like she’d changed her mind.

  Zahra’s pussy throbbed to see under Casey’s top, though she had to ask herself what she was drooling for. Hell, she’d seen that same pair of tits thirty seconds ago. But, shit, Casey was taking a long time getting that top off, and every moment built the urge.

  Finally, her top fell to the floor. Her white skin was ghostly in the moonlight, warmed a little by the glow of candles all around. Zahra couldn’t resist any longer. So what if Casey was dating some dude? Zahra had to have her, and she knew the girl wouldn’t say no. After tonight, Casey would never go back to guys.

  Grabbing Casey’s nipples and twisting, Zahra drew her in. When she winced Zahra asked, “Does that hurt?” knowing it must.

  “Yeah.”

  “Do you like it?”

  She seemed to blush as she admitted, “Yeah.”

  Zahra had put a few tortoiseshell pinch clips in her short hair that evening to keep it in check. For her next trick, she took two of them between her fingers, opened the clips, and let them snap closed on Casey’s nipples.

  Casey inhaled sharply through clenched teeth as Zahra’s hair accessories dug into her tender skin. As she exhaled with a dull moan, Zahra’s pussy soaked her panties. This must have been Casey’s first experience of that divine sensation, pleasurable pain.

  Zahra slid out of her pants and ran dark fingernails through her tuft of even darker pubic hair. Judging by the way Casey gazed at her boobs, whatever Zahra wanted, Casey would happily do. Those bright eyes followed wandering fingers into Zahra’s wet slit. Shit, that felt good. Casey was going to submit to her whims – Zahra could see it in that puppy dog gaze. Leaning back against the window, resting her shoulders against the glass, Zahra spread her legs before the wide-eyed girl.

  “I want you to eat me,” Zahra instructed the novice.

  Casey’s entire body swayed like an autumn leaf. She fell to her knees on the couch cushion, Zahra’s eager cunt wide open before her perfect pink lips. The orange-haired girl looked up, like she didn’t know where to begin.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll tell you what to do,” Zahra assured her.

  “I can try,” Casey replied with an innocent smile, “but I don’t know if I’ll be very good.”

  Casey the beginner leaned forward until her breath warmed Zahra’s cunt. Zahra was dying with anticipation as the girl’s pretty pink mouth opened up. Those first few tentative licks at Zahra’s pussy lips were hesitant and soft. The girl needed instruction.

  “Lick me harder,” Zahra encouraged.

  Casey took directions well. She licked the outer flesh of Zahra’s cunt from bottom to top, firm tongue flat against her wet lips. She licked with such intensity Zahra was convinced she’d done this before. Beginner’s luck. Leaning forward, Zahra gave the clips on Casey’s stiff nipples a tug. Her lithe figure relaxed when Zahra removed both clips, but the relief was fleeting. Zahra was only changing the orientation of the pinchers from vertical to horizontal.

  When Zahra cinched the sharp hair clips back onto the novice’s nipples, Casey growled and stuck her whole tongue deep into Zahra’s pussy. Zahra always did like a girl who wasn’t afraid to ram her tongue into a stranger’s cunt during a blackout.

  “That’s good, Casey.” It was good! Zahra could scarcely speak through pleasured moans. “But I want you lick my clit now.”

  “What’s a clit?” Casey asked.

  No fricken way! How could anyone be so inexperienced?

  “You are too cute!” Zahra laughed, indicating the hot spot with her finger. Casey took the initiative. Pulling Zahra’s clit between those pursed little lips, the girl sucked on it with a voracity that drove Zahra’s claws into the couch.

  “This one’s a quick learner,” she said to nobody.

  There must be some kind of nerve pathway traveling directly from her nipples to her clit, because everything felt so much more intense when both were stimulated at once. While Casey slurped on Zahra’s swollen pussy lips, she took two more tortoise clips out of her hair and pinched them onto her own dark nipples.

  As the clips gouged Zahra’s tender flesh, a burst of electricity exploded in her clit. Pressing her wet cunt against Casey’s mouth, she swung her hips in wide circles, mashing her pussy against that pretty little face. Casey took Zahra’s ass in hand and squeezed her cheeks, eating her like a ripe melon.

  And then there was a knock at the door.

  Shit! Go away, I’m busy.

  When Zahra looked down at Casey, the girl’s lips and chin shone with pussy juice. Casey did an amazing thing – she kept going! She didn’t stop. She didn’t give up just because someone was waiting right outside the door. Casey kept right on sucking Zahra’s clit, pressing the makeshift clamps harder against her nipples.

  Ohhhhh!

  That lightning-bolt sensation cut straight through her core. Casey slurped and sucked, cupping Zahra’s mound with her mouth, pressing that precious face against Zahra’s cunt until she thought the girl might lose herself in there, until she didn’t care about whoever was knocking on the door. Zahra cried out in pleasure-pain, her body lost in glorious spasms.

  Zahra was still panting when Casey hopped up from the couch and skipped over to th
e front door like a kid in a daisy field. She wore nothing but her tight pink miniskirt and crazy socks.

  The leather couch made a farting noise as Zahra slid from the top down to the seat, stewing in a pool of her own juices. Casey looked through the peephole into the hallway. “I can’t see anything. It’s too dark.”

  From the hall, a breathless voice cried, “It’s me, it’s Chris. The elevators aren’t running. I had to walk up all twenty-nine flights of stairs.”

  Casey swung the door wide open to greet a tall woman who looked like she could knock Zahra into the middle of next week. Holy shit. And there she was, buck naked and guilt-ridden. She was cruisin’ for a bruisin’!

  “No sense in asking what you’ve been up to,” Chris said with a laugh, wiping Zahra’s pussy juice from Casey’s chin. Gently, she removed the hair clips from Casey’s pink nipples and kissed her on the forehead. “You can’t resist any opportunity to get between a girl’s legs, can you, Case?”

  “Well, what else is there to do during a blackout?” The girl defended her actions amiably, then turned to offer introductions. “Zahra, this is my partner Christine. Chris, Zahra.”

  Why had Zahra assumed Chris was a guy? With all her crusading against heterocentricity, she still made the same mistakes as everybody else. And Casey, that little vixen, had let her go on thinking this was her first time eating pussy. The kid could act, that was for sure.

  Shaken and stirred, Zahra came to her senses enough to offer Christine some water after that long haul up the condo stairs.

  “Come in,” Zahra said, still unsure if this was the calm before the storm. “Have a seat. You must be exhausted.”

  Chris nodded as she cracked open her cold bottle of water. “Great view.”

  Was she talking about the window overlooking the ocean, or the naked Zahra standing in front of it?

  “Thanks.” Zahra took a chance, giving Chris a pretty obvious once-over. “Why don’t you both camp out here for a while? At least until the blackout is over.”