The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotic Stories

by Barbara Cardy

  More warmth worked through Heather’s pussy and now it was time to find out how horny her sweet girl was. She pushed her hips forward, managing to put some pressure on her thumping clitoris. Bobbi sighed.

  “Do you want to . . .?”

  “Want to what?” Bobbi asked.

  She was going to make her say. Heather grinned, pushed her lips back to Bobbi’s neck and nibbled. She pinched her nipple hard enough to make Bobbi gasp and shoved her hips forward. The room was lighter now, the air, too, since she knew her lover wasn’t too angry.

  “Fuck. Do you want to fuck?

  “What do you mean by fuck?” Bobbi asked. She took Heather’s hand and moved it lower to where she was bare. She never slept in pants or panties. Just a big T-shirt and nothing else. She pushed Heather’s fingers to the slick split of her nether lips and when Heather found the swollen knot of her clitoris and touched it, Bobbi whimpered.

  “I mean can I fuck you? Can I push your pretty head between my legs, make you eat me . . .” Her face was growing hot as she spelled it out. “And then strap on my dick and fuck you. Hard. Until you say my name.”

  Bobbi wiggled and squirmed against her, obviously turned on but still toying with her. “Say please.”

  “Please,” Heather echoed.

  “Say sorry.”

  “Sorry.” Heather meant it and it was audible in her voice.

  That sealed the deal. No more trying to figure it out. Bobbi wanted it too and she wiggled her way beneath their thick covers and pushed Heather’s legs flat to the bed so she was splayed in a frog-legged fashion. Bobbi offered no time for breath-catching or any of that, she simply leaned in and latched her scorching mouth onto Heather. She licked and sucked and twirled her little tongue until Heather was dancing slowly with a need to release.

  She pushed her fingers into Bobbi’s hair and tugged just enough to feel her suck in a breath and stiffen. That bite of pain would trigger a juicy arousal in Bobbi and it made Heather shiver just to think about it. How easy and slowly she’d be able to slide into her. The kiss and nudge of the rubber nubbins inside the strap-on harness would brush her clitoris – hard or soft depending on her rhythm. How she could rock them both to orga—

  She came. Bobbi had nibbled her clit and shoved three fingers into her slippery cunt and that had been that – a shotgun blast of an orgasm making her limbs go stiff and her head go light.

  “Put your cock on, baby,” Bobbi breathed. She kissed a trail up Heather’s middle, then licked her own soft kisses off Heather’s skin. “And show me you’re sorry. Fuck me long and hard.”

  Long and hard. She could do that.

  The covers were too much. Their room had felt chilly before, now it felt hot as hell. Together they shoved down the mountain of quilts and Heather flipped to her belly, groping in the still dim room for the middle drawer in the nightstand. She found the strap-on after pushing a bottle of lube out of the way. No need for that this morning.

  Even in the dark she was sure with the contraption, even sure of what hole to thread the tooth of the buckle through. It was worn along the leather at that notch and went in easily. When she was strapped up, the bite of the rubber nodules brushing her still tender clit, Bobbi surprised her. She straddled Heather’s belly, pinning her arms down for a moment. Grinding her hot, wet pussy to the bare skin of her lover’s stomach, she whispered, “You know when you were gearing up I had time to reconsider.”

  Her long dark hair swirled as she lowered her head, speaking softly. It tickled at Heather’s breasts and she gasped. Why was she not on top? What was the crazy love of her life doing? They’d both agreed – good, hard fuck . . . and now?

  “I think you need to be punished. I think you need to surrender to me.” Bobbi moved herself back, straddling the jutting rubber cock. When she teased the tip to her clitoris and hummed low, Heather felt her nipples grow rock hard.

  There was no sensation in that cock – obviously – but watching the scene, seeing the stark look of pleasure even in the dim light, Heather felt a shiver work through her. She wasn’t going to get to fuck Bobbi – not yet, at least – Bobbi was going to fuck her.

  Heather moaned – a low, plaintive, horny sound – and shot her hips up a little. The strap-on nudged what she imagined to be the sopping slit of her lover’s cunt. She was right because, in a teasing voice, Bobbi whispered, “Oh, baby, I’m so fucking wet.”

  A clench sounded deep in Heather’s pussy and she sighed mightily.

  Don’t be greedy. You just came. She wants to fuck . . . So fuck.

  Heather fisted the sheets and battled to stay still. Bobbi took her good sweet time. Finger splayed over her shaved pussy, she held her nether lips wide and positioned herself just so. Slowly, inch by blissful inch, she sank down onto the phallus, plump lower lip clenched by even white teeth.

  “So good,” Bobbi sighed.

  Heather clenched her internal muscles, squeezing little blips of pleasure from the act. Thrusting her hips up just enough to feel the strength of her surges, she filled Bobbi with cock.

  “Do you love me?” Bobbi demanded.

  “Yes.”

  “How do you know?” Bobbi asked, pushing her smaller, thinner hands down against Heather’s hands. Pinning her with the weight of her body and the advantage of being on top.

  “That’s easy to gauge.” Heather laughed.

  “Gauge?”

  “Yes, I was trying to— Oh.” The nubbins in the harness had just found the perfect pressure on her clit as Bobbi rocked her hips from side to side. Something Heather usually did to Bobbi as she took her, rolling her hips just so, so that the cock slipped and slithered over every needy bit of internal flesh.

  “Trying to what, lover?” Bobbi whispered, pushing herself down with a bit more force.

  “I was trying to gauge how angry you were with me and if . . . fuck . . .” She sighed as the nubbin kissed her eager flesh again.

  “I’m sorry. I got lost on that sentence,” Bobbi snickered. She pressed herself over Heather, kissing her gently, forcing her tongue, still tasting of Heather’s own juices, into Heather’s mouth. She sucked once and then kissed down Heather’s throat, still rotating her hips even as she hovered. When her hot mouth found Heather’s taut nipple and bit, Heather thought she might die.

  “Oh, Jesus . . . What I was trying to say was that I was trying to judge if you’d want to fuck.”

  Bobbi moved to the other nipple, biting gently before pulling the puckered disc of flesh up and away. When she released it and the blood flooded back into the tortured flesh, Heather felt a resounding rush of fluid in her cunt. Under the harness, under her woman, she squirmed.

  “And the verdict was?” Bobbi asked, laughing. She flung herself upright again, pushing her hands flat on Heather’s pelvis so the pressure she felt there doubled and her pussy felt so full and tight she thought she might cry.

  “You want to fuck,” Heather gasped.

  “Good. And your punishment is?”

  Heather could see the wicked smile on Bobbi’s face now that the sun was beginning to climb in the sky.

  “You’re stealing my power. I don’t fuck you. You are fucking me.”

  Bobbi started an earnest rhythm now, working herself harder. She was closer to getting off, Heather could tell, and she shoved her hips up in eager little thrusts to help her out. She wanted to see her come. Wanted to feel her shiver over her. Wanted to hear that noise she made – that beautiful noise of surrender and release.

  “And am I such a bad fucker?” Bobbi asked, her voice breathy and wild.

  “No. You’re a good fucker.” Heather moved her hands high up on Bobbi’s warm flanks, stroking over the soft skin until she reached those full perfect breasts. She palmed them, tweaking the nipples until Bobbi hummed, tossing her head back. Then she pinched very hard, using way more pressure than she normally would and orgasm slammed through Bobbi, shaking her over Heather.

  “Again,” Heather commanded, seizing Bobbi’s trim hi
ps. She thrust up hard, moving in a steady but controlled rhythm.

  “No, no, no . . .” Bobbi tossed her head from side to side. She tried to pull back, but Heather’s hands bit hard into her hips and held.

  “Yes. Just let go.”

  They’d been together so long it was easy to tell when she could take her there again. And she could. It just took a moment of Bobbi insisting no and then it bled into a moment of yes.

  “I ca— Oh.”

  “Right there,” Heather said, laughing softly. She felt the moment click and turn magical when Bobbi started to move with her instead of against her.

  She slid down on the cock as Heather thrust up, feeling intermittent kisses of the rubber nubs but not enough to get her off. But that was fine. She could come later. Or not at all. Right now it was all about taking Bobbi where she needed to go.

  “Heather . . . Oh . . .” Her voice was almost petulant and it made Heather smile.

  “I told you,” Heather whispered, rocking her hips. Bobbi folded over her and, this time, Heather wrapped her arms around her. Breast to breast, mouth to mouth, they moved together – Heather up and Bobbi down until the sweet sound of orgasm came.

  Heather kissed every sound away, swallowing them down, lapping them up, and Bobbi shook and shuddered above her.

  “Am I forgiven?” Heather whispered, still holding her girl tight.

  “Duh.” Bobbi snorted and added, “You are forgiven.”

  “Good. I’m sorry, baby.”

  “Forgiven so much,” Bobbi said, pulling away, “I’m going to give you what you need.”

  “What’s that?”

  Bobbi turned and presented her ass. She wiggled it. The light in the room was brighter now. A periwinkle-blue shade.

  “Take me. Get yourself off. I know the angle was wrong. Make the angle right.”

  Heather didn’t have to be told twice. God, but she loved to fuck her this way. Watching that shapely sweet ass waggling in front of her. Watching the slide of the cock into the rosy-pink depths of the sweetest pussy imaginable. Heather positioned herself and slid in slow and easy. She wanted to last. She wanted to go slow. She watched the feed of flesh-colored plastic into the depths of wet cherry-red flesh and sighed. When the cock seated fully and her hips bumped gently, the stimulators inside the harness pressed and caressed her swollen clit.

  “Good?” Bobbi asked at her moan.

  “We passed good ages ago.”

  Slide–thrust–bump. Slide–thrust–bump. Each cycle of penetration brought her closer. It was when Bobbi pushed her shoulders down and slid her hands beneath her body – toying with her clit no doubt – her face pressing the mattress, that Heather came unhinged. The submission in the posture never ever went unnoticed, and rarely failed to get her off.

  She gripped the flare of Bobbi’s hips tightly – possessively – and rammed into her. Her increased pace brought her closer at lightning speed and it wasn’t long before Bobbi was gasping, crying out as she came. And that sound was the final straw. The stimulators kissed her clitoris one more time and she felt her pussy spasm – a perfect wet contraction – and then again.

  She bowed her head, riding it out, coaxing every small tremor from her own body and hopefully Bobbi’s and, when she finished, she realized she was shaking. A fine tremble shaking her all over.

  “Jesus. Am I forgiven?” she sighed, rolling away.

  Her cock had slid free and jutted out before her – perpetually hard. Unlike the real thing it could go and go. It still sent a spike of arousal through her to see Bobbi lean down and kiss it before sucking it for a long slow moment. Time seemed to freeze.

  “Yes,” Bobbi said. “You are forgiven.”

  “Are you sure? I know I was an asshole.”

  “Assholery happens. But there is a solution . . .”

  “What’s that?” Heather asked, pulling her up for a kiss.

  Bobbi melded herself to her lover and whispered. “Try not to be an asshole.”

  Heather chuckled. “I’ll have to give that a shot.”

  Read more Sommer Marsden stories in Erotica Volumes 2 and 7

  LET ME DEMONSTRATE

  Lynn Lake

  “Thanks for making time for me, Mrs Marquez,” I said, glancing up from my lap at our next-door neighbor. “I just can’t talk about stuff like this with my mom, you know. Because it involves . . . sex.” I blushed, looked down at my hands in my lap again.

  Mrs Marquez reached over and tucked a strand of my honey-blonde hair in behind my ear. Her slender fingers were warm, felt nice on my ear.

  The woman was way older than me – about my mom’s age, actually – but she was always dressed in the latest fashions and had on the sexiest make-up and took really good care of herself. Today she was wearing a leopard-print top and a pair of skinny black jeans, her bare arms and cleavage gleaming bronze and smooth, her long dark hair glinting silkily. Her plush lips shone wet with glossy lipstick and black eyeliner highlighted her eyes, gold hoop earrings dangled from her ears.

  Her hand came to rest on my shoulder. “Call me Luisa, please, Kaylee.” She smiled, her teeth sparkling like her big brown eyes. “I’ve told you before.”

  “Oh, yeah, I forgot, Mrs— Luisa,” I said, beaming at her.

  She squeezed my shoulder. “Is your boyfriend coming on too strong again?”

  “Yeah!” I gulped, getting all excited at the mere thought of it, and Luisa’s tender hand on my shoulder. “Last night, we were alone in the back seat of his car, and he started, like, touching me, sort of petting me, I guess they call it.”

  I turned and reached out and put my own hand on Luisa’s left shoulder, ran my fingers down the smooth, bare, caramel skin of her toned arm, then back up again, brushing with my fingertips. Luisa licked her lips, her nostrils flaring, eyes half hooded, as I stroked up and down, raising goosebumps on her satiny skin and then smoothing them down again.

  “That does feel good,” she breathed.

  “Yeah, I thought so, too. It got my skin all tingly and, uh, kind of tingly down in between my legs, if you know what I mean. Especially when he started stroking my neck, like this.”

  I feathered my soft, rounded fingertips up Luisa’s arm and across her shoulder and onto her long, shapely neck. She shivered and closed her eyes, her golden skin even more tender and delicate higher up. I slid my fingers right in behind her neck, under the lustrous curtain of her hair. And then I moved my head closer and kissed the side of her neck.

  “Oh!” she gasped. “Is . . . is that what your boyfriend did next?”

  “Yeah. He was being real gentle-like, really gentlemanly – at first, anyway.” I exhaled over the wetted skin on Luisa’s neck. Then I kissed her again, shot my tongue out and licked her neck.

  She shivered again, gripped my shoulder, the other one this time, way harder. I licked up and down the side of her neck, all the way up and in behind her perfectly formed ear. She moaned, and I bit into her ear lobe, then into her neck.

  “He . . . he gave you a hickey?”

  “He sure tried to,” I responded, breathing all hot and humid into the woman’s ear. Then I planted my tongue right inside, swirled it around.

  Luisa was shaking, her mouth hanging open and her chest heaving, as I swarmed my wet tongue all inside and around her ear, then dragged it back down her neck again, bathed the front of her throat.

  I pulled back, said, “That part was OK, at least.”

  She blinked her eyes open and gazed at me. “More than OK,” she murmured, smiling soft and sensuous.

  “Yeah. But then he reverted back to form, got tired of trying to seduce me patiently and subtly, you know. Like a girl wants, right?”

  “Oh, yes. So, what did he do then?”

  “Well, he grabbed me like this.” I grabbed onto both of Luisa’s shoulders. “And pushed me right down on the back seat.” I pushed Luisa down on her sofa and climbed over the top of her. “And tried to stick his tongue down my throat.”

  She look
ed up at me, her large breasts rising and falling, her hot body pulsing beneath me. Then her hands rode up my back and she pulled me down closer to her pretty face. “You mean, like this,” she said, raising her head and pressing her plush lips against my mouth, darting her thick tongue in and out.

  “Exactly!” I breathed in her face. “And he lay right over top of me, so that his . . . hard-on was pressing right into me.”

  I stretched out fully on top of Luisa, draping my taut, young body over hers, our breasts pressing together, nipples squishing, buzzing. “He kissed me sooo hard and deep.” I mashed my mouth against Luisa’s soft, wet mouth, our tongues meeting, entwining, her hands clutching my shoulders.

  I broke the kiss, and she gulped, “And then what did he do?”

  “Well . . .” I looked into her eyes, watching her long black lashes flutter, feeling her arms and body and perfume envelop me in wonderful warmth, making me shimmer all over. “His hands got all busy like his mouth and tongue.” I kissed her again, shoving my damp hands in between us and grabbing onto her tits, squeezing the pair. She wasn’t wearing any bra, as usual, and her boobs felt hot and huge in my grasping little hands. She moaned in my face, our tongues dancing together.

  We broke apart after a while. A string of saliva still connected our lips, which I eagerly licked up. “And then,” I went on, “he shoved my top right up and started sucking on my bare boobs.”

  I squirmed a bit lower down on Luisa and rolled her top up, exposing her golden casabas. I gathered them up in my bare hands and she shivered, boobs jumping.

  Then she just about screamed when I stuck out my slippery pink tongue and swirled it all around one of her thick mocha nipples, then I quickly bathed the other one in hot spit. I felt them seize up even harder on the end of my tongue. I sucked one right into my mouth and tugged on it, getting a real good taste of her rubbery nubs, squeezing her big tits upwards with my hands.

  She groaned and thrust her chest out, her tits higher into my hands. I gripped, groped the thick, hot, blue-veined flesh, twirled my tongue around one coaster-sized dark areola and then the other, loving the bumpy texture of her tit auras. She loved what I was doing, too, because her nipples popped up even harder and longer. I pushed her heavy mounds together and mouthed one of her super-engorged jutters again, nursing on her nipple like I was a thirsty baby.