The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotic Confessions

by Barbara Cardy

  I writhed, whipped my head to the side. This passion play was a tad too realistic.

  “Come on, Trix! Don’t be such a pussy!” Lenore jeered in my face. “Get yourself some pussy!”

  I didn’t like being called a pussy. I’m no coward. If Lenore could dish out the pretend girl-loving, let’s see if she could take it.

  I grabbed onto the woman’s hard, humped butt cheeks and sunk my claws in, jerking her pussy against mine. “Okay, Lenore!” I growled. “You that desperate to get back at that three-timing husband of yours, then let’s do it! Let’s kiss, French, suck, fuck! A couple of dykes getting even with their unfaithful dick-spouses!”

  I thrust my head up and slammed my lips into Lenore’s lips, shot my tongue into her stunned mouth and thrashed it around.

  Sure enough, she pulled her head back. I’d called her bogus bluff and now she was hit with sober second thoughts. I pumped my hips, undulating my cunt in my capris against her jeaned pussy, pumping her ass with my hands, painting her lips with my tongue. Her eyes went wide as her big mouth, her lean body stiffening against my hot, lush, lusty form. It was to laugh!

  Only, double-wide-damn if I wasn’t actually getting turned on now. The passion, the intensity, the fury, the hot chick’s body draped over mine, her nipples poking into my nipples, our pussies sandwiched together, the sense of mutual male neglect we both shared – it was getting to me. And her.

  I pulled my head and tongue back, stilled my frenzied body, staring into Lenore’s eyes. She stared back at me, shocked with the same wild emotions I was feeling. Why not make love with another woman – for real? What was wrong with that? If it felt so . . .

  Lenore answered all my questions for me, slowly bringing her mouth down onto mine and sealing it tight to my lips. We kissed deeply and breathlessly. You could’ve heard a hairpin drop, if it weren’t for the hammering of our hearts together.

  Lenore drew her head back and smiled at me. I slid my fingers into her silky dark tresses and pulled her back down and kissed the woman full on the mouth with a controlled, yet urgent need. This was going to happen, no acting except on instinct, no stopping it now. The threshold had been crossed: Lenore and I were actually going to have sex, us two girls!

  Our tongues entwined, filling each other’s mouths back and forth, the pair of us swiping tongues and swapping saliva like a pair of teenies experimenting for the first time. Lenore brushed my lips with her tongue, kissed all around my mouth, bit into my chin. I answered back, licking her lips, kissing her nose, biting into her long neck.

  It was so easy, so erotically easy and pleasing. We both knew how to pleasure a woman, had been doing it by ourselves forever. Why not together? I slid my hands out of Lenore’s hair and caressed her bare shoulders, then clutched her bared breasts.

  She arched up and forwards. I squeezed her firm, ripe breasts, looking up into her eyes. Her mouth broke open in a moan. I stuck out my tongue and flicked the tip against one of Lenore’s stiff, pierced nipples. She arched even more, moaning deeper.

  My face was on fire, my body burning. This was all new to me. And yet it seemed so natural, so exciting, something we both should have done a long time ago. I popped Lenore’s nipples even more erect with my grasping hands and gorged on one, taking it and half of her tit into her mouth and sucking hard.

  “Oh, Trix! Trix!” she gasped, her body quivering against mine.

  I fed on her breast with vacuum suction. Then I popped the one gleaming boob out of my mouth and popped in the other, pulling on it like I expected to suck milk. Lenore’s arms vibrated on either side of me on the couch, her chest flushing red under her blue and green tats.

  She wanted my tits, to grope and suck on. I willingly obliged, nothing holding us two lecherous lezzies back now. She pulled up my tee and I pulled it right up over my head. My breasts spilled out, into her grasping hands. God, it felt good! Her hands were warm and strong and knowing, kneading my mounds, shoving them together so that the nipples almost kissed.

  Lenore kissed my nipples. She bent her head down and puckered her lips against one swollen nip, then the other. It was my turn to moan and quiver. I shook like I’d been plugged into the electric generator outside when Lenore cupped a nipple on the end of her long tongue and then scooped it right into her mouth, sealed her lips around it and sucked. She did the same to my other throbbing breast-tip.

  My chest blazed, Lenore’s hands and mouth lighting my fire big-time, sparking my pussy with jolts of joy. I grabbed onto her ass again and thrust up against her, fucking her pussy with mine, as she mauled and fed on my tits.

  There was no stopping this crazy lez train. We gals had punched our tickets, the last stop: total ecstasy. Our pants and panties flew off like they had no business ever being on, and we lay together, humped together, in each other’s arms on the couch, Lenore on top of me, our bodies melting together, tits and pussies glued.

  We kissed, Frenched. I smacked Lenore’s tight little butt cheeks hard enough to make them ripple and her squeal. She bit into my neck, stuck fingers into my mouth for me to suck on.

  Then she suddenly jerked up her head and rasped, “Scissor! Let’s scissor!”

  I didn’t have a clue what she meant. It wasn’t safe running with a pair let alone inserting them – was it?

  Lenore scrambled up out of my arms and plopped down on her butt at the end of the couch. She shoved me forwards on my back with the strength of ten girl-lovers, then scissored her legs in between my legs, showing me the way. The woman had obviously done some sort of research, maybe had something like this in mind all along. I couldn’t give it too much thought, because right then our pussies smooched together, and I went molten.

  Our sexes met wet and wild and hairy and puffy, squishing together lips to lips, slit on slit. We were connected, as close and intimate as two women can be. We wallowed in the sensations, rubbing our pussies together. I scrambled up on my bum and grabbed onto one of Lenore’s bent legs, and she grabbed onto one of mine, so we had added leverage and could grind our cunts together. I expected sparks to fly and smoke to billow – and they did, inside us both.

  And right then, as we were glaring at one another and pumping our pelvises in frantic unison, bumping cunts with a fearsome female intensity, the door of the trailer suddenly burst open and our husbands staggered inside.

  Colby piled up into Lenell’s back, as my guy stared at the awesome, unexpected scene – Lenore and I locked together at the pussies, naked and nasty and breathing hard enough to blow the both men down.

  “What in the name of God’s holy—” Lenell began, his whiskey breath almost igniting in the heat given off by us lewd lezzers.

  We were caught red-pussied, and cunt-proud of it. And we didn’t need any men around anymore for any reason.

  Lenore yelled, “Get the fuck out of here, you dirty bums! Can’t you see Trix and I are busy!”

  Colby gaped over my husband’s shoulder. He’d never heard his wife yell at him like that before, never’d caught her in the scissored legs of another woman before. His bugged eyes jumped from Lenore to me, then back to Lenore.

  “You heard the woman, Lenell!” I belted at my own beau. “Fuck off! And take your rum-dumb with you! Lenore and I got some cheating to complete!”

  Lenell gulped and tried to flap his gums.

  “Out!” Lenore and I both screamed.

  And the pair of “men” stumbled backwards out the door and down the steps.

  “Now, where were we?” Lenore breathed, turning back to me.

  I showed her, humping my pussy against hers. We got the rhythm going again, faster, more frenzied. The heat built, the wet velvet friction of cunt buffing cunt making us gasp and groan and tremble with approaching lesbian orgasm.

  Lenore broke the lock, whipping her legs away from mine. She meant to get even more intimate, fully dive into the lezzy experience. And this time I knew exactly what she had in her mind and in her heart when she swung over top of me on the couch as I slid down ont
o my back again.

  Her knees landed on either side of my face, her pussy dangling overhead, dark and dripping. I grabbed onto her ass again and lunged my head up, slamming my lips against her cunt, kissing her moist, swollen pussy lips.

  She whimpered half in joy and half in disappointment. She’d wanted to smack my snatch with her mouth first, since she’d been the main aggressor all along. But her whimper turned to a full-throated groan of delight when I lashed the length of her slit with my tongue, ladling a second and third lick out over her sodden mound.

  She gripped my thighs and plunged her head down, plugging her tongue in. She speared into my slit with her hardened tongue, parting my pussy lips and ploughing into my pussy tunnel. I shivered full-length, rocked with sensation – raw, wild, sexual sensation. I dug my fingernails into the woman’s butt cheeks and lapped at her pussy as she burrowed her tongue into my cunt, squirming it around inside of me.

  It was a headlong, tongue-led rush to total release. I tapped Lenore’s half-inch clit with my tongue, smacked it, making her quiver and yelp. She upped the labial stakes, slurping my pussy from top to bottom and then sealing her lips around my welled-up clit, sucking on it. I shrieked into her pussy, and then bit into her clit, vacced it up and pulled on it, my cheeks billowing and body and brain ballooning with orgasmic pressure.

  Lenore went off first. She deserved the honour, for getting the whole ball of wantonness rolling. She shuddered, jumped, moaned hot ecstasy all over my clit, setting me off. I shivered repeatedly, uncontrollably, the dam bursting and flooding me with utter joy.

  We somehow maintained our lip-grips on each other’s pulsating clits, even as we spasmed and squirted and rode the red-hot, fire-breathing rocket sky-high to lesbian heaven.

  Lenore and I don’t worry about our husbands doing us wrong anymore. Because we’re too busy doing each other. Why sit around moping about no-good men, when there are so-good women to enjoy?

  SPANKING COUSINS

  Lara, Amsterdam

  I was seventeen when I met my cousin Mina for the first time. She was four years older than me and for reasons I never understood, our mothers had stopped talking to each other when we were both very young. Only when Mina was living on her own did she contact us, wanting to reconnect. I remember how happy my mom had been when Mina had first called, how much she’d wanted to see her. Mina had an interview for an internship with the local news station in Philadelphia and my mom convinced her to come and stay with us for a few days while she was “in our neck of the woods”, as she had put it.

  Let me settle one thing first for my own peace of mind: I’m straight. Actually, there’s nothing I love more than cock. But at seventeen, I wasn’t so sure and I was definitely curious. I had discovered the world of anonymous erotica and was masturbating nightly in my bed, even though I was still a virgin.

  Mina and I had to share a room because my parents had converted my older sister’s bedroom into a home gym when she’d gone off to college and the third bedroom was being used for storage and was loaded with boxes of things they couldn’t seem to throw away. The only other empty bed in the house happened to be in my room. The thing I’d worried about when I found out was how I was going to get off without her hearing me or knowing what I was doing underneath my blankets.

  Well, that first night I figured I’d just have to skip my session. It wasn’t like I was going to take out my favorite book or something, not with an audience. I remember lying stiff as a board as Mina’s breathing grew soft and regular in her bed. Meanwhile, I was wide awake and my fingers were already moving towards my clit, my body conditioned to orgasm before sleep. I lay on my belly and spread my legs as wide as I could and, with my hand inside my panties, I rubbed and rubbed, visualizing all the spankings I’d read about, all the sex. When I came that night, maybe it was because I was trying so hard to be quiet, my body rocked and my hips moved completely out of my control. It was like I was humping the bed and when I finished and lay still, I realized Mina’s breathing had changed. I knew she was awake. I just hoped she hadn’t noticed.

  “Lara?” she asked.

  Any ideas of saving face were shattered in that moment when she spoke.

  I flinched.

  Then I played dumb, pretending I was just waking up. “What? Mina, is that you, Are you still awake?” I asked, acting like she woke me.

  “I’ve been awake for a while.” She answered, turning to lie on her side facing me. “What were you doing?” she asked. I could tell from her tone she had a huge grin on her face. I was mortified, my face flushed and I dared not move.

  “I was asleep until just now. What’s the matter, do you need something?” I asked, following with, “I really need to get some sleep.”

  She pulled the covers off herself and sat up, switching on the light. I used that moment to pull my hand out of my panties. I imagined how obvious I was lying on my belly with blankets up to my neck.

  “I was just curious what you think about. When you do it, I mean. When you touch yourself.”

  “I wasn’t touching myself,” I answered, acting like the thought shocked me.

  “You don’t have to be shy with me, Lara,” she said, standing. She walked over to my bed and, before I realized what she was going to do, she yanked my blankets away, beneath which I lay with my night shirt up around my middle and my legs spread. I started to turn over so I could sit up.

  “No, don’t move. Stay just like you were,” she said, placing her hand at my lower back, lifting my shirt a little higher. “I found a book when I was unpacking,” she said.

  I lifted my hand to brush the hair from my face, but before I could, Mina grabbed my wrist and, lifting my hand to her nose, she inhaled. I looked at my fingers, the telltale sign of moisture hard to miss. I just lay there as she sniffed then opened her mouth and, with her lush pink tongue, first licked then sucked the juice from my fingers.

  “Your parents don’t know about those books, I’m guessing?” she asked, walking to the dresser and opening the drawer where I’d thought they’d be safe. She chose my favorite, the one about an English boarding school for girls. She opened it and began to read aloud. If I’d ever wished for the earth to open up and swallow me, this was the moment.

  “‘Julia was made to bend over Headmistress’ lap and lift her skirts. One of the girls came round with the dreaded paddle in her hands . . .’” She closed the book and her gaze drifted over to my vanity table. As I watched her, it came to me that when Mina had found those books, she’d already planned what she was going to do. A part of me knew exactly what that was and, although the thought scared me, it also thrilled me. Mina picked up my wooden hairbrush and turned back to me.

  “I don’t have a paddle, but I’m sure this will do,” she said. She walked to her bed and picked up her pillow. “I want you to lie on your belly like you were when you thought I was asleep. Here, put this under your hips. I want your panties down this time. Then I want you to reach down and rub yourself like you were, only now, I’m going to give you the punishment you were fantasizing about for real. I’m going to give you, um, let me see,” she flipped the book open and read to herself, “ah, thirty strokes,” she said.

  She approached the side of the bed and stood, lifting her eyebrows. “Come on, don’t tell me you don’t want it,” she teased. “I can see you’re already turned on by the idea. Now turn over and bare your bottom for your spanking.”

  She put the book down and patted her hand lightly with the hairbrush.

  “My parents will hear,” I said.

  “Not if you don’t cry out,” she answered. “Their room is clear on the other side of the house,” she said, and she was right. Their room wasn’t even on the same floor and the way my dad snored, they wouldn’t hear if a marching band walked by the front door of the house.

  I turned over onto my belly and placed the pillow beneath my hips. It gave just enough lift so that my buttocks were raised to better accommodate the hairbrush. I then reached back to pul
l down my panties. I took them half way down my thighs and, burying my face in my pillow, I stretched my arm down to find the wet spot. I was too nervous to come, but my privates were sopping wet and ready.

  Mina pulled my panties further down and muttered something as she stood back and checked my positioning. Then, before I knew it, I felt the first strike of the hairbrush on my bare buttocks. I’m still not sure if it was the surprise of it or the sheer pain but I let out a yelp into the pillow. She struck again on the other cheek and as she did it, I imagined my buttocks flattening out beneath the wooden brush before springing back up for more. I stopped rubbing myself and just gripped my crotch, trying to manage the pain of the coming strokes. Before I knew it, my pillow was soaked with tears.

  Mina, I imagine trying to comfort me, told me we were about half way through and that I should come before she finished or she’d be forced to keep going above the promised thirty. I couldn’t imagine she would but as she continued with the spanking, I rubbed and pinched my clit. When orgasm overtook me, my hips began to rock and thrust upwards to meet her strokes and she struck harder as I did this. I lifted my face to breathe, my climax more powerful than any I’d had before and, to my surprise, when Mina stopped, I found myself still arching my back, wanting more of my punishment.

  “Your ass is bright red, Lara. Just like Julia’s in the book,” she said, putting the hairbrush down. “I bet you’re soaked,” she said, reaching between my legs. “Spread them for me so I can see.” I obeyed. Her fingers slipped between the lips of my sex and fingered me. “You must have come hard,” she said, continuing with her exploration. She then found my clit and somehow, although I thought I would simply fall apart, she brought me to orgasm again, just rubbing and pinching my clit with one finger moving inside me.

  When she let me go, I lay panting and turned over onto my side. “Mina,” I began.

  “Yes, dear?” she asked from across the room as she replaced my hairbrush.

  “I’ve never felt anything like that before, but I . . . I liked it.”