The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica

by Barbara Cardy

  “Oooah! You naughty vixen.”

  “Now for the other rim. Take it in forefinger and thumb . . . like so.” Janet evidently liked to give a commentary as she worked. “I’ll ignore its eel-like slipperiness. Now, gently stretch it out of that tight little bud. So far, so good. Jesus, Suz! It’s like rippled elastic . . . and there’s no end to it! Where’s it bloody anchored to, for Chrisakes?”

  “Probably somewhere where I know you’re soon gonna get that cute little tongue of yours into, Jan.”

  “Hmmm. Possibly.” They both laughed but Janet hadn’t yet finished with her preliminaries. “I’d say it’d pull out a good two inches . . . maybe more, if I stretched it to its natural elongation.”

  “What, just one wing? Surely they must both be the same length?” Suzy sounded aggrieved. “I wouldn’t want you to think I was a fucking freak, Jan! A girl has to have some symmetrical balance to her anatomy, after all.”

  “Well, let’s see. I probably just need to . . . er . . . even them up. If I give this one another little tweaky-poo . . . and a teensy bit more. No, a lot more. Like so. And again on this side. Or perhaps I should pull them both together?”

  Without waiting for Suzy’s approval she brought the finger and thumb of her other hand into play now. “Take a firm hold of each of them,” she murmured. “Don’t let them slip away. We don’t want them to be shy and scuttle back to hide away in their sweet little cocoon again, do we? No, we want them hanging out in all their full glory! And here they come! Both together.”

  “God, Jan, leave me with some of my stuffing intact . . . pleeease!” Suzy groaned. “You’ll pull them off their bloody hinges, at this rate.”

  But Janet was evidently too engrossed in her tweaking task to take Suzy’s pleadings into account. “Only a bit more. Stretch, stretch. It’s good exercise for them, Suz. They’ll get a good airing . . . and eventually something better. Hey presto. All systems go. Emerging butterflies from their chrysalis.”

  Then she gave a dramatic little gasp. “Fucking Jupiter! They’re not butterfly-wings at all, Suz! They’re more like piglets’ ears . . . all floppy and rose-pink and . . . and fleshy-moist.”

  Suzy giggled again. “How many inches now then?” She was happy to indulge Janet in her rather saucy proclivities.

  “Hmmm. I’d say three – on each side, that is. Jumping jelly-babies, Suz! You’ve got fucking monster-wings . . . not angels’ wings! I’ve never seen anything like it. They’re so huge you could almost bloody spread your wings and fly with them!”

  Suzy thought that Janet’s particular choice of vocabulary was rather on the crude side. However, not wanting to be outgunned, she replied breezily, “Never mind the length, Jan. Feel the damned quality of the merchandise!”

  “I am, too!”

  Suzy grinned but made no further comment. Yet, feeling those soft membranes of her pubic lips being spread like that in such an admiring and attentive way sent a tiny shiver of anticipation down her spine. Not that Suzy had ever been promiscuous, but before Janet had come on the scene several other girls had also admired this particular part of her femininity. Although her labia were by no means unique, ever since she’d been a teenager they had always been unusually prominent, and the fact that Janet now enjoyed coaxing them out to their full glorious extent was quite flattering for Suzy – and even quite thrilling. However, Janet was by no means the first girlfriend to have admired Suzy’s labia or who had been so attentive to them – not that this detracted at all from Suzy’s sense of enjoyment. Besides, she was even secretly proud of them. And if Janet were enjoying the admiration, Suzy enjoyed just as much having her private parts being the focus of worship.

  “Really, really cute! So damn cute that I could gobble them all up,” Janet cooed from somewhere down between her friend’s open thighs. “Mind you, Suz, they’d be a bit of a mouthful for lips and teeth as small as mine. It’d be like eating two rare fillet steaks in one go!”

  Suzy snorted indignantly. “They’re far too fine and delicate for that sort of crude comparison, Janet darling. And if you please . . . kindly treat them with a little more respect, yeah?”

  “No disrespect intended, Suz. I adore fillet steak anyway . . . particularly when it’s very succulent and juicy! And now . . . my sweet Madam Butterfly . . . I’m going to lick and suck each one of those pretty wings of yours . . .’till I’ve extracted every last drop of juice and they become all dry and shrivelled up. After that, if I’ve got any breath left, I’ll nibble all the bits until they’re fucking raw!”

  “What are you, Jan? A friggin’ chipmunk?”

  “No, just a randy rabbit that likes its lettuce leaves. Now open your knees wider so I’ve got room to work down here . . . and then I can get my lips into gear.”

  “Oooer! Promises, promises! So far, Jan, all you’ve used your lips for is to prattle on incessantly about mine. And here am I spreading my fucking thighs even wider, in the hope of all this promised action!”

  “Patience is a virtue, Suz! Now where was I? Yes . . . once I’ve had a good nibble then I’m gonna immerse my whole face deep inside that magic tunnel and suck up every last silvery thread of your cum until my throat’s sore and my lips swell up. And when I’ve finished doing that, I’ll really get down to business!”

  “And what sort of business might that be, may I ask?” Suzy chuckled, her thighs quivering slightly.

  “Wait and see, Suz. Now . . . first off, I like to treat my nostrils to a bit of spicy scent.”

  Before Suzy could reply, Janet craned her neck forward, her face at once disappearing from view. As Suzy’s line of vision was along the sweeping plain of her tummy and through the valley between her breasts, all that she could see of Janet now was the top of her head and its rich auburn hair.

  There was a brief pause before she heard Janet inhale deeply. Then there was another longer silence while she held her breath for a few seconds before exhaling again with a deep lingering sigh.

  “Oh Suz, you smell heavenly . . . really heavenly. My nostrils are simply drowning in your scent. What is that perfume stuff you use down here? I mean, it can’t be all your natural scent, surely?”

  “Just soap and water, Jan. Mind you, it’s Roger & Gallet soap. Nothing but the best for my important parts! None of this vaginal spray crap for me.”

  “Divine.”

  With that, Janet submerged her face again into that so fragrant place, her nostrils drawing upon it greedily again so that her lungs and ribcage expanded visibly. A few seconds went by and then she uttered another of her long sighs.

  “Oh, Suz, I’m gonna bloody die,” she muttered plaintively.

  “Not before you’ve bloody made me come, pleeease!”

  “All right then. Keep your knickers on . . . I mean, off!”

  Suzy didn’t have a moment longer to wait now. She felt a wet tongue suddenly alight between the now gaping spread of her labia. A little frisson of erotic excitement travelled up inside her body, making her muscles freeze in a spasm of delightful rigidity.

  “Oh, Jan,” she gasped. “Oh, yes. More.”

  There was no verbal response from between her thighs now. Janet’s lips were evidently fully occupied with other things. Suzy allowed herself to relax, her head resting on the pillow, her arms by her sides. She kept her feet planted wide apart on the bed with her knees tightly bent. Only her toes moved. They always had a tendency to wiggle whenever she was receiving oral sex.

  She felt the first nibble at the bottom edge of her now profoundly extended left lobe. Janet’s teeth and lips alternated with their gentle fondling, sometimes biting playfully but never harshly. At other times her lips were clamped in an airtight seal over the lobe before they vacuumed its generous flesh until the entire membrane had been sucked into her mouth.

  “Oh God, that’s n-nice,” Suzy acknowledged, her voice a strained whisper.

  By way of response, Janet’s lips began to suck yet more greedily, stretching the membrane even further out from its tet
hering point. After some minutes of noisy slurping, she started on the other side, gently at first, then becoming progressively more forceful, tugging at rose-pink flesh that was perhaps reluctant to emerge so far from its cosy domain. At one point she took the cusp in her teeth, pulling it out and then holding it there as if to test whether its stretched elasticity would make it spring back into its natural repose when it was freed again.

  “Oooh-er, Jan, you . . . you r-really are fucking eating me alive, you saucy vixen. Gently! Gently!”

  Almost at once Janet let her go, suddenly coming up for air. Her face was damp and shiny, her cheeks flushed. She looked across Suzy’s torso and grinned mischievously up at her, showing a row of sparkling white teeth.

  “I am trying to be gentle, Suz! Promise. It’s just that it’s so, so . . . scrummy down there! My taste-buds are having a real treat and they don’t want to stop!”

  “I’m glad you like what’s on the menu . . . but my nerves can’t take any more, Jan. Neither can my wings!” Suzy giggled. “I just want you to make me come pretty soon, and I can’t wait for that baby-serpent’s tongue of yours to get stuck in there. Do I have to fucking beg, for chrissakes?”

  But Janet ignored her, her attention focused once more on the place she’d temporarily vacated, her eyes fixed there as if in a trance.

  “Suz, you know what?” She had that impish, almost childlike expression, and she spoke in a mock-serious tone. “I reckon it’s a good four inches now . . . and it doesn’t even bother to slither back into its bud anymore! It knows that it’s licked! The elastic’s finally gone, Suz! Zing, plop! And your labs are all sort of . . . well . . . wet, floppy and raw! All hung out like washing in the sun!”

  Suzy uttered a deep sigh of what might have been tolerant exasperation.

  “Oh, ha, bloody ha! For God’s sake, girl, forget about the bloody size of my labia, will you? Most girls would be more interested in the size of my sodding boobs. Anyway, it’s what lies between my wings that counts. Get stuck in there and stop tormenting me, yeah?”

  Janet smiled wickedly. “Okay. You asked for it. Now you’re gonna get it!”

  With that, her face lunged down again. As it did so she kept her mouth open, as if to ensure that the full spread of her lips would be wide enough to cover the whole circumference of Suzy’s breach. Although its outer perimeters stretched further than Janet’s open mouth could accommodate, nonetheless her lips managed to form a tight enough seal over the actual area of her slit. Then at once she sucked deeply in, the muscles of her mouth and throat straining to make sufficient vacuum on all of that lush tissue that they encountered there.

  “Jesus,” Suzy muttered. “I’m being consumed by a human leach. All my bits are bloody gonna be sucked into your lungs. Jesus. Have mercy, Jan!”

  But Janet had no intention of being merciful quite yet awhile. For some minutes she continued energetically, enjoying the texture of such vulnerable tissue in her mouth, feeling the silk-like softness of it and wanting more of it. Whatever gossamer threads of Suzy’s passion-come had precipitated into the outer extremities of her vulva, these had long since been ingested, pleasingly so, the taste lingering evocatively around her teeth.

  Then, almost abruptly, she stopped her vacuuming, letting the elasticity of all that succulent tissue recede back into its natural moulding. At that same moment all the released pressure from within that ribbed chamber was evacuated with a sort of gentle hiss of moist air.

  “Oh, Jan.” Suzy said it again, her voice dreamy. “Oh, Jan.”

  Not waiting even for a second, Janet brought her tongue to bear on the small heart-shaped web of glistening rose-pink tissue that joined the two seams of labia folds. At the apex she could see the tiny protrusion that nestled so delightfully there – a sort of shiny rounded button resembling a miniature penal head. At once she sought it out with the tip of her tongue; lapping around it; prodding and flicking at it; feeling how it seemed to swell slightly the more she agitated it. She felt Suzy’s instantaneous reaction; her loins as though suddenly come alive.

  “Oh, God, yes. Yes,” Suzy announced in a voice that was strangely flat and emotionless – as if denying the ecstasy of the moment.

  But Janet could already feel the first early flush that heralded Suzy’s coming orgasm. There were those familiar telltale signs; the slight tremor to her body; the way the muscles and sinews in her thighs and legs seemed to flex and tauten in undulating ripples beneath her skin; those breathless little gasps; and the way her toes sort of bunched and squirmed around on the duvet-cover.

  Yet if Suzy’s rising climax had passed the point of no return, Janet was not quite ready to give her the release she so desperately wanted. She was totally in Janet’s power; under a spell that was in her gifting alone. And this was a notion that Janet found oddly appealing. She, and only she, would choose the timing of her friend’s deliverance. Until that moment of ecstasy, Janet intended to prolong the sublime torture. Cunningly so, she flicked her tongue several times more against that tiny glistening head, and then abruptly withdrew, knowing instinctively what suffering her mischief would bring.

  “No! Please no. Don’t f-fucking stop now, you . . . you cruel vixen!”

  Janet laughed. “Turn over. On your hands and knees. Doggy style,” she ordered.

  “You sadistic bitch. I was in seventh heaven.”

  “You will be again . . . soon. Now get doggy-fied!”

  Suzy complied, albeit reluctantly, cursing as she slowly turned over and put herself in that ungainly posture. Frankly, she preferred the more passive and relaxed style of lying on her back with her knees invitingly open, rather than to be on all-fours. Somehow it was a position that made her feel instinctively vulnerable and exposed. There was also the disadvantage of not being able to watch her lover at the same time – particularly at the point of orgasm. However, Janet evidently found this “on-all-fours” position to her liking. Therefore Suzy had no wish to disappoint her.

  “Stick your bum out more. Knees wider apart,” Janet commanded. “I want to get my face right inside that whole bloody chasm of yours!”

  “Oh hell.” At least Suzy could giggle now, despite her preference for a laid-back position. “I’m all sort of quivery. My knees have gone to jelly. Sadistic bitch!”

  “I’m not gonna bloody spank you, Suz, if that’s what you’re worried about, for Chrissakes! I only want to examine you . . . and perhaps something more. That is, if you get lucky! Spanking can be postponed until another day.”

  From her doggy position Suzy turned her head round to give Janet a withering look of disapproval.

  “Surely you don’t seriously mean that, Jan? I’m not sure that I’m really into damned spanking capers!”

  But Janet was too engrossed to answer, completely ignoring Suzy’s look.

  “Now, let me start at the top. North first, South later,” she announced airily, putting her hands firmly on either side of Suzy’s buttocks and sort of prising them wider apart. “Uh-ha. Nice spacious interior. Firm sweeping sides of the valley. Hmmm. Dark velvety sump down there.” She was back to giving one of her commentaries again. “Everything nicely shaved thereabouts, I see. Just how I like it. I object to stray hairs getting in my mouth, you know. Now, let’s see. Yes. Your sweet little backward-peeping pussy is showing all those crinkled up bits of juicy flesh! But it’s all slunk back into its original place again . . . just as if I’d never pulled the bits out in the first place, you crafty moo!”

  “I never touched them. Honest,” a voice said from somewhere at the front of the bed. Suzy was getting into the spirit of things now.

  Janet giggled. “You are a caution, Suz. But it’s serious stuff now. Can’t you bend forward a bit lower? Tits touching the duvet, please. And stick that pretty arse out more. Okay, that’s fine. Here goes with my scent-ometer.”

  Before Suzy could utter another word Janet took a deep breath again and plunged her face between the cleft. This she still held open with both hands by applying pr
essure to each side of Suzy’s buttocks. For a moment her nostrils exhaled in a gentle blow of air before inhaling again, this time in a long drawn out little moan of apparent appreciation as they drew in the aroma.

  Then she emerged from the valley briefly to announce:

  “Your scent there is just as divine as your pussy was, Suz. Full marks. You’ve passed my nose-ometer test with flying colours, girl!”

  “Pleased to hear it. But what the fuck did you expect, Jan? I’m the Queen of Clean . . . not some hairy-arsed truck driver, for Christ’s sake. I told you, I use Roger & Gallet soap.”

  Janet gave a little snort of amusement and returned again to her scrutiny.

  “Superb view, Suz. You should see it. Two holes in one, each looking back at me from that Darkly Shaded Valley of Doom!”

  “Crude bitch.”

  “Only stating a fact, Suz. Besides they’re beautiful – the top one all sort of dark glistening crimson between those two curvaceous flanks. And the one peeping below is . . . let’s see . . . like a tight mauve flower-bud again, enveloped in those little crinkled up petals.”

  “Oh, how poetic, I don’t think. And I’ve got no wish to be discussed as if I were some bloody plant specimen on Gardeners’ World, thanks awfully!”

  Janet sniggered before returning to her task. “Now, here goes. Bum-hole gets it first. Once more into the breach, dear friend! Deep breath.”

  With her nose aimed just at the very top of the cleft – and just below the hard vertebra at the base of Suzy’s spine – Janet’s tongue went in deep and high, stretching to reach the velvety sump, wiggling in there at first, until finally it pushed down against the smooth fleshy resistance that it encountered there. For a second the wet tip of her tongue remained firmly wedged in that dimpled crimson velum. Then it began to tease around it with little jiggling motions, sometimes pausing to wipe along the sloping scarps before returning again to the tightly closed profundity.