The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica

by Barbara Cardy

  “Wow,” Jo whispered as she nestled into Abbie’s shoulder. Their passion cooled for a moment as they treasured the ability to press semi-naked flesh against semi-naked flesh, their soft hands roaming freely over each other.

  “Your body is amazing,” Jo commented as she lowered her head to lay a trail of kisses across Abbie’s chest. It was now the senior nurse’s opportunity to release her lover’s gorgeous breasts from their tight constraints. She gently fondled her in circular motions, breaking the pattern only slightly to take each nipple in turn and caress it with her mouth. The gentle approach was not what Abbie needed to satisfy a week’s worth of lust and she pulled her breasts away from her lover. Taking her by her hands, Abbie led her to the plush day bed where she collapsed backwards, pulling Jo down on top of her. Their breasts crashed heavily into each other’s and Abbie sighed deeply as Jo eagerly and passionately kissed her. The increase in intensity was exactly what Abbie had required and she let herself become lost in the hot blooded kisses. Jo rolled from on top of her, taking her weight from her body and giving her room to appreciate Abbie more fully.

  Their kisses softened and Jo stroked her hand the length of Abbie’s body. Her fingers fondling and caressing every inch of her torso. Abbie writhed with pleasure as her lover teased her. She was electrified as Jo allowed her fingers to circle Abbie’s abdomen and pubic area with feather light touches.

  “Touch me,” Abbie whispered breathlessly.

  “Be patient! Don’t rush me,” Jo giggled quietly but without hesitation she slipped her hand beneath the elastic of Abbie’s French knickers and into the soft curly hair that covered her pubic mound. Abbie inhaled as with a stroking movement Jo ventured further into her warm dampness. She expertly slid her fingers between her labia, skimming her clitoris, fleetingly causing Abbie to shudder with delight.

  “Don’t be a tease, Jo,” Abbie begged huskily.

  With a slight hesitancy Jo pressed her fingers to Abbie’s clitoris and began rhythmically rocking them backwards and forwards. As her fingers were busy she took her attention away from Abbie’s lips and turned them instead to her pert nipples which were bobbing rhythmically near her face as Abbie’s hips gyrated with Jo’s fingers. She traced her tongue over the tip of the rosy pink nipple and teased her areola. With a swift movement she took the nipple between her teeth and pulled ever so gently on the end and Abbie bucked with pleasure at the slight pain coursing through her breast. Jo began to suck hard on it, returning a slight warming feeling as the sensation came back to her nipple. Jo’s hand never stopped its movement all the time she was attending to Abbie’s breasts, other than to change pace or direction, varying the sensations Abbie received. Within minutes she was writhing hard against the day bed. Moaning loudly as Jo continued to flick her fingers across her clitoris and suck at the nipple. With a small squeal of delight she clamped her thighs hard against Jo’s hand, restricting her movement and gently placed her hand on Jo’s arm. Jo’s movements slowed to a stop and kissed Abbie firmly on her mouth to seal the intimacy.

  “Unbelievable,” was all Abbie could mumble as her vaginal muscles throbbed deep inside her. Her breath was still heavy and Jo knew she must have begun what she had intended.

  As Abbie recovered, Jo turned her attention to the therapy bed in the centre of the room. She used the control to raise the back upright and separate the legs apart, lifting the calf sections so that the bed resembled a couch in a gynaecologist’s office, and opening up the foot rests that looked like stirrups. The foot rests were only normally used when the chiropodist was at the home, but today they would have a much more important function.

  She returned to Abbie, whose breathing had slowed, and sensually removed her French knickers. Taking her hands and pulling her in to a sitting position, she squatted down to face her lover, who had a dazed, sleepy look on her beautiful face and again, kissed her gently on the mouth.

  “Ready for more?” she asked softly. Abbie shook her head slowly and half-heartedly asked for a further break but she nevertheless allowed Jo to lead her over to the therapy couch. She assumed the position without question. Jo took her time to kiss the entire length of her slender legs, from toe to thigh, as she placed each leg in each stirrup. Jo raised the bed and pulled the stool from its position under the couch. The bed was at perfect height and Jo only needed to stretch her neck a little to run her tongue the full length of Abbie’s succulent labia. Abbie groaned loudly as she thrust her hips softly towards Jo’s face, eager for more.

  “Are you ready?” she asked, but of course, it was a rhetorical question. Abbie placed her hands on her breasts and began to massage them firmly.

  “Make me come!” she demanded in a whispered hush.

  Jo needed no further commands, eagerly burying her face into Abbie’s hot pussy. The muskiness excited Jo immensely. As she delved around Abbie’s pussy with her tongue, she slipped her fingers in to her own tight lace thong and began to play with her own sopping pussy, rubbing herself with a much harsher ferocity than she used with her lover. Her tongue settled on Abbie’s swollen clit and she slowed her pace a little, savouring the taste of her lover. Abbie’s hand pressed firmly on Jo’s head and encouraged her to increase her pace, but Jo had no intention of speeding up. With the very tip of her tongue she sent hard powerful single strokes across Abbie’s clit, first from top to bottom and then from left to right. She alternated these with little sucks, pulling the clit out between the lips before delving back into the sticky loveliness. Abbie’s thrusting increased and so Jo increased her pace ever so slightly. She was determined to make Abbie come more than once whilst she was down there.

  She had not been lapping long before Abbie’s hips bucked against Jo’s head, almost forcing her backwards. Abbie screamed with ecstasy as she reached orgasm hard. Her pussy seeped sticky love juice, covering Jo’s face and breasts.

  “I love it when you scream like that,” Jo whispered sultrily, running her tongue around her lips and over her breasts, lapping up Abbie’s come. Jo waited for Abbie’s breathing to subside just long enough before returning to her place firmly between Abbie’s thighs.

  This time she kissed her lover’s soft mound, enjoying the sensation of her downy pubic hair on her nose and cheeks as she pressed her lips against the aromatic flesh. Abbie squealed with delight at the thought of more tonguing, but Jo had no intention of a repeat performance. Instead with her middle finger, she swept the tip around the tight muscled entrance to her velvety passage. Abbie shuddered with pleasure. Relishing the softness of her lover’s pussy, Jo slipped her finger inside, feeling around with the tip for the holy grail of sex – the G-spot. A loud gasp from Abbie assured Jo that she had found what she was looking for and she didn’t hesitate in inserting another finger inside her lover. She rubbed at the spot with slow circular movements at first but increased steadily in speed as Abbie’s moans grew louder. With her spare hand she rubbed at Abbie’s clit, bringing her to a sudden, crashing orgasm that Jo could feel as Abbie’s tight hole squeezed around her fingers. Abbie reluctantly pushed her lover away from her, ignoring the complaints that Jo wasn’t finished, in need of rest. She lay, spent, in her moment of absolute pleasure. She rested there for almost ten minutes, Jo tenderly kissing her feet and sucking her toes until Abbie had recovered.

  “Now it’s your turn. I’ve got a surprise for you!” Abbie said, gently removing her tingling legs from the stirrups and slowly moved to her bag near the day bed.

  She took out a large Tupperware lunch box, which contained a smooth white plastic bag, which she removed and placed onto the therapy couch.

  “What’s in there?” Jo asked, her voice full of intrigue.

  “I saw it on the Internet and couldn’t resist it.”

  “It’s not an inflatable fuckbuddy is it? I don’t need one of those!” Her curiousness got the better of her, and Jo hastily picked up the plastic bag and ripped it open. Inside she pulled out what seemed to be a lilac leather G-string, but was very surprised, not to ment
ion pleased and excited, when she turned it around and found a six-inch pink dildo attached to the leather. A huge, dirty smile spread across her lips and before she could say anything else, Abbie’s hand slapped her arse with a ferocity that surprised her even more.

  “Hey, we don’t usually do punishment.” Jo stood back, wondering where this side of Abbie’s nature had come from.

  “Just shut up!” Abbie commanded. “It’s your turn to get on the couch! On to your hands and knees.” As Jo put down the strap-on, Abbie’s hand again met with her already tender rump, but this time she moaned with pleasure. Abbie raised the bed to a sitting position, so that Jo’s large, round arse was lower to the floor than her head. Abbie eagerly stepped into the strap-on, altering the straps when it sat around her waist, to ensure that it wouldn’t slip. Jo didn’t move. Abbie fetched the tube of lubricant from her handbag and liberally applied it to the end of the phallus. Jo gave a giggle as Abbie searched around the therapy room for a towel or something to wipe her now sticky hand on. Instead, Abbie cupped the palm of her hand around Jo’s mound and wiped the excess lubricant into her soft pubic hair.

  “That’s going to be sticky for the rest of the day.” Jo exclaimed through whimpering lips as Abbie’s fingers brushed between her labia, softly caressing her clitoris.

  “That will give you a smile. Now shut up; I’m going to give you the fuck of your lifetime.” Abbie stood close behind Jo, and with a gentle hand slipped the cock inside Jo’s sopping wet pussy. Jo drew breath sharply and then moaned as the hard rubber buried deeper inside her. Abbie rested her body against Jo’s back and reached around her torso to fondle her breasts. The dildo now fully inside her, Jo tried to rock her hips to begin the pleasure but with Abbie’s weight against her back and her hands held firmly around her breasts, she could get no movement going.

  “Wait!” Abbie ordered, as she gently kissed her way along Jo’s spine. When she got as far as she could reach, she drew back her hips pulling the dildo from inside Jo and then slowly thrusting it back inside her. Jo’s back arched as Abbie continued to glide the strap-on in and out of her lover’s wet pussy. The squelching it made as it slipped in and out of the warm moist hole almost made Jo giggle, but she was focusing on the fantastic sensation that the knobbles on the cock were having on the inside of her pussy. Her G-spot was being stimulated like she had never experienced before. Abbie moved her hips from a slow gentle rock to a faster thrust as Jo bounced up and down towards Abbie, their sweaty bodies slapping as Jo’s rump hit Abbie’s stomach with quite a force.

  Jo’s breathing was becoming faster and she could feel the pleasure building in her pussy, her clitoris throbbing for attention.

  “Turn me over,” she breathed to Abbie, who withdrew far enough to allow Jo to turn onto her arse. Abbie pushed her lover’s legs apart, Jo sticking her feet into the stirrups of the couch for more leverage. Abbie dived to her knees and eagerly began lapping at Jo’s swollen clitoris with her tongue, Jo pushing Abbie’s head into her pussy so hard that it was a miracle she could breathe let alone continue to suck and lick Jo’s rock hard clit.

  Jo’s thrusting became wild as she continued towards the orgasm the dildo had started. Abbie anticipated the coming climax and, just as Jo was on the verge of the abyss, Abbie jumped to her feet and plunged the dildo into her mate, eagerly rubbing her clit with her thumb as she began to again pump the cock deep in and out of her lover’s tightening pussy. Jo’s moaning turned into screams as her orgasm spread through her body and her pussy juice squirted from inside her over Abbie’s sweat glistening stomach.

  As Abbie withdrew the cock, Jo collapsed back against the therapy couch. When her partner’s hands fell from the bed to dangle limply at her side, Abbie played a tender kiss on Jo’s forehead. Jo opened her eyes to look at her lover.

  Whilst Jo recovered, Abbie moved to the sink and cleaned the dildo before returning it and the lube to her handbag.

  “Oh, God!”

  “What?”

  “Unbelievable,” was all Jo could mumble as she crept behind Abbie and placed her hands around her waist. She planted tender kisses on her neck affectionately.

  “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Abbie smiled as she turned to face her partner.

  The two women shared a deep passionate kiss and enjoyed the moment together.

  As Abbie freshened up at the sink, Jo hunted around the room for her scattered underwear. When Abbie was finished, she and Jo returned the furnishings to their original condition and positions. For the last ten minutes of their lunch break, the women snuggled up on the daybed and basked in their respective after-sex glow.

  The girls had just enough time to straighten their uniforms and tidy themselves up before they could hear another member of staff calling for Jo. Jo stepped out of the therapy room, trying to get the agency staff away from the door, leaving Abbie skulking behind it.

  “There’s a gentleman and his carer at the door. A Mr Dunbar? Says he has an appointment,” Grace said, looking a little vague.

  “Show me to him,” Jo said, taking Grace by the arm and leading her off to the visitor’s room where Mr Dunbar was waiting in his wheelchair.

  “Good afternoon, Mr Dunbar. Do you remember me?” Mr Dunbar nodded. “Hello there, Miss Dunbar. I’m the Matron or you can call me Jo, if you prefer. Your key person will be Nurse Spencer, or Abbie. She is just finishing her lunch break, she will join us shortly.” Just as Jo uttered the words, Abbie came into the visitor’s room behind her.

  “Abbie, you’re just in time! Mr Dunbar, this is Abbie, Abbie, this is Mr James Dunbar and his daughter Rebecca.”

  The pleasantries were exchanged and Abbie sat directly in the seat to the left of the door. A brief chat and some paperwork completed, Abbie felt she had hit it off perfectly with James Dunbar or Jimmy as he preferred to be called. His daughter wasn’t bad either, kind of pretty in a very innocent way. Abbie had noticed the glances Rebecca had been sending her and that Jo hadn’t witnessed those, or indeed the looks she had been giving back. With an hour of exhausting and energetic sex, followed by an immediate return to arousal, Abbie felt she was in dire need of refreshment and was glad when Jo suggested she took the visitors into the conservatory for afternoon tea.

  Jo excused herself first and headed off to her office to file the paperwork but was brought back to the corridor by a loud scream followed by a dirty-sounding laugh. When she turned the corner into the corridor she found Abbie pressed against the wall, Mr Dunbar rubbing his hands with delight and his daughter looking quite red.

  “What’s happened?” Jo asked, eager to get to the bottom of the problem.

  “I’m going to like it here,” Mr Dunbar exclaimed with glee, “especially if I’m going to get this welcome every day.”

  Jo looked on in bewilderment. Seeing their confusion, Rebecca made a twirling motion in the air, prompting Abbie to turn around and Mr Dunbar to again give the dirty laugh.

  Much to Jo’s arousal and Abbie’s horror, in her hurry to dress Abbie had tucked her uniform into her suspender belt and her stockings and panties were on show at the back, and the smell of sex coming from her panties was overwhelming.

  “Oh! How embarrassing! I’m terribly sorry.” Abbie blushed profusely.

  “Not a problem, my dear,” smirked Mr Dunbar. “You dirty girl!” He patted his lap, adjusted his manhood and indicated for Abbie to hop on.

  Queen High Flush

  Pam Graham

  Six players, actually four players and two con artists, sat at the number eight poker table. From the dealer’s left they included the middle-aged blond guy with inflated muscles and a mechanic’s fingernail woes, the Air Force lieutenant who surely chose to wear that uniform out of some misguided hope it might distract the other players, the cowboy who cleaned up real nice, the elegant blonde who had picked him up in the restaurant earlier, the grandfather wearing a blue silk shirt, and the warrior princess who stacked and re-stacked her chips to hide her fascination with the blonde.

/>   Inwardly noting that this appeared to be a harmless bunch, the dealer settled on private names for them all. The men were a simple matter. They’d be Michelin Man, Fly Guy, Cowboy and Gramps. But the women. The blonde was all smooth coolness and light, and the sight of her made you hope for a creamy centre. Yes, she would be Cream. That left the tall and intense goddess who sat just to the dealer’s right. Aphrodite might work.

  The dealer shuffled the deck while going over the house rules and ended with, “So, this table features a variation of seven-card stud with no raise limit. You’ll get your first card down, then four facing up, and finish the deal with two additional hole cards. Everybody gets to see four of your cards, but the privilege of looking at those other three is yours alone. Are we ready to begin, ladies and gentlemen? Okay then.”

  Cowboy took the first pot, and as he pulled in his winning chips, Fly Guy said, “Starting off right, I’d say.”

  Grinning at Cream, Cowboy said, “Already started off nice, before the game even got going.” He’d told everybody how they’d just met that night and had dinner together.

  It was against hotel policy to roll your eyes at the guests’ comments, but the dealer really wanted to. Aphrodite did it for both of them. She sighed too, with an impatient grunt at the end.

  The next hand got interesting as a battle of raises developed between Michelin Man and Gramps. By the fifth card they were the only two left in, which made way for Aphrodite to develop some brazen eye contact with Cream. To her credit, Cream weathered the barefaced come-on with an aplomb that Cowboy openly approved of.

  Aphrodite got quite a nice hand and won the next pot, but she didn’t capitalize enough on two tens in the hole to go with the one she had showing. Sitting on something like that, she should have done some moderate raising. The dealer diagnosed that lapse as Cream fever.