The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica

by Barbara Cardy

  We ordered a main course only, and chatted as if we’d known each other for years; there were no long silent pauses, as you would expect on a first date, but then it wasn’t really a date – or was it? I felt relaxed, and after the meal we retired to the soft couch in the bar for a Baileys on ice. She smiled as I told her of my past relationships, my first love, the tears, the heartache, the fun and the sex. She listened intently as I babbled on about my life, and anyone listening to our conversation would think we were new friends getting to know each other. We were, I suppose. It was exciting to think that people all around us didn’t know the thoughts that were going through our minds.

  Once or twice Emily touched me in a way that a friend would not, and I caught a fellow diner observing; she nearly choked on her garlic bread, and you could see it turned her on. It felt dangerous and exciting, and I liked the feeling I was experiencing. The woman didn’t tell her husband what she had observed, that was clear; she wanted it to be her fantasy too, I could tell. But it was mine tonight. I was here, living it.

  Our taxi pulled up; Emily and I got in it and headed for my place. I was proud of my little flat; it was cosy, compact, and tonight for a change it was tidy. Bob greeted us at the door. Sometimes I thought his little tail would drop off, he was so pleased to see me.

  Emily greeted Bob, telling me how much she loved animals, but it would be cruel to keep a dog locked up all day, so she couldn’t have one. We sat in the living room and I turned on some music. The lighting in the room was not intentionally seductive, but appeared so that evening. We chatted some more and, as I put my feet up on the couch, she grabbed my ankle and positioned it on her lap, rubbing the ball of my foot. I had never had a foot massage, and Emily was obviously experienced in the art.

  I was surprised that I felt no awkwardness at all in this alien situation – it felt right. She told me about her life, her loves and her past experiences with both men and women, and her understanding of what was going on inside my head. Thoughts were shared, ambitions disclosed, fantasies discovered, and events progressed until we passionately kissed again. She climbed over to my side of the couch and straddled my thighs as she unbuttoned my white blouse. Once again she cupped my breasts and sucked and licked them until my nipples were erect. My body was in submission as her tongue moved towards my mouth again, and her gentle hands teased my aching nipples. I moaned helplessly as her fingers traced their way to my already soaked knickers. As she fell to her knees she parted my legs and pushed my skirt up as far as it would go. I tried to speak, but my mouth could not form words; incapable of speech or thoughts, I was on that plane again.

  As she gently held my thighs and pulled me towards her, I balanced on the edge of my couch and she slowly pulled my knickers to one side. I heard her utter her delight as she viewed my freshly shaven pussy. I moaned again as her fingers found my swollen lips, and parted them to my own ultimate delight. Her tongue traced the inside of my thigh and, like a precise missile, found the tip of my clit, right on target. With two fingers she wriggled inside me as she gently caressed me with her tongue. I shuddered as I felt an orgasm beginning to rise, and I cupped my hand under her chin to prevent an early climax to the evening.

  I dropped onto the floor with her and lay her down on her back. It was my turn to please her. A little apprehensive, but actually the cliche “a woman knows what a woman wants” sprang to mind. If I did to her what I had wished men had done to me for the past twenty years, would I please her? Of course I would.

  I lay on my side and stroked her hair; I cupped the back of her neck with my hand and pulled her face towards mine. I kissed her passionately, tracing a path down her neck to her large firm breasts. I had never sucked a woman’s breasts before and it excited me. Never before had I felt more aroused that this night. I could have moved in to that void between her tits and lived happily ever after in there. Her golden tanned body reflected in the soft lighting of the room and she was glowing.

  I unbuttoned the remainder of her cotton blouse and the top of her skirt as I positioned myself between her long gaping legs. Like a giant slug, my tongue made its way slowly from the ankles this time, up the inside of her legs, switching from one to another. When I reached the top, I roughly pulled her skirt up to around her waist. Every inch of her was real woman; soft and wonderful with curves like the Sahara desert. A little black G-string covered her neatly trimmed mound. I buried my head and licked through the satin patch until I could taste her juices through the fabric. I gently pulled the panties to one side and what a beautiful sight; large full lips which I blew on softly, then parted to reveal a proudly erect clit.

  I had read once in a magazine that it was pleasurable for a woman to have her partner “tongue” the alphabet, so I thought I would try it. On her sodden clit, I flicked the shape of the letter A with my tongue, then B. It was good advice, for as I got to the letter “I”, which I repeated a few times up and down quickly but gently, her buttocks began to rise and fall. I withdrew my tongue from her clit and buried my whole face in her gaping hole. My face was soaked in her juices. She smelt sweet and tasty as I thrust my tongue in and out of her hole, my nose rubbing her clit. My fingers, which held her lips apart moved in, like little soldiers on a military operation.

  Two fingers entered her as my tongue found her clit again, and I thrust inside her searching for that beautiful spot. I flicked inside her with the same rhythm as my tongue flicked her clit. My other hand found its way around to her full arse and I grabbed it tight as she tensed her buttocks. My fingers were positioned just at the entrance of her anal passage and this aroused her; she was nearing orgasm. Her breathing was fast, her body flushed with colour and she moaned with delight as her come squirted over my face. She tasted delicious. I was in heaven; I had no idea sex with a woman was this good and was so in awe of her.

  She pulled me towards her and kissed me passionately, licking her come from my lips; she was still in orgasm mode as she went down on me. Her right hand slid between the cheeks of my arse and fondled me while she nibbled on my inner thigh and made her way up to my clit. She formed a cone shape with her other hand and thrust it deep inside me. She sucked my clit and flicked it hard with her tongue and I could resist no more. I screamed with delight. I was in ecstasy, like the tide, a giant wave crashed onto the shore and broke, scattering its debris across the beach. Then another giant crash, and she surfed this one like a professional. I could hear her moaning with delight as she tasted me and shouted words of encouragement as I came into her mouth. She lapped it up with enthusiasm, smiling and moaning in ecstasy. It was the longest orgasm I had ever experienced, and the strongest.

  She laid her head on my thigh, and sighed one word, “Wow.” I took her by the hand into my bedroom, and lay her on my bed, lit a candle and lay beside her. I was naked, on my bed with another woman and I was content. I stroked her until she drifted off into a deep sleep. If this was the first and last time I fucked a woman, I would never forget it or regret it. Men would have to take a back seat in my life now. I had found what I really wanted in a lover, and it wasn’t a big hard cock. It was a considerate, gentle, patient and beautifully formed female specimen – a hard act to follow.

  The next morning, I awoke with a warm feeling between my legs, and a huge bulge in the duvet. She was under the sheets licking my pussy. It all started again; it was wonderful, and I would never tire of this. We sweated and rolled about, kissing every part of each other. She touched places nobody had touched, and aroused feelings I had never experienced before. She taught me moves and positions I had never dreamt of; it was like the first time, all over again.

  We showered together and fucked again under the hot spray as we lathered each other’s tits with lavender and camomile body wash, and I dried every inch of her like an obedient servant to an Egyptian princess.

  Paul rang me the next morning from London to see if the night had been a success. I told him that we had had a very nice evening, and I thanked him. Although it was never disc
ussed frankly, Paul knew what I was thanking him for. He went on to explain the reason for his trip to London, and it wasn’t business. A “theatre trip with a new friend” was his description, and I knew what he meant. We had both experienced a life change, and it was for the best.

  That Friday, Paul and I went out for dinner and laughed about recent events.

  Funny how things turn out!

  Shock Treatment

  H. L. Berry

  The club’s hostess peered into the room. It was dark but for a single pool of light in the exact centre. Caught in that light was a naked woman, on her back, writhing in what looked like ecstasy. She was tied to the surface of a padded wooden table, arms and legs outstretched to its corners. Her prominent breasts were flattened due to her prone position, and they heaved as she breathed deeply. Her nipples were stiff and erect, their rosy colour matching the flush in her cheeks as an orgasm shook her. The hostess, known to everyone simply as “Q”, smiled as she caught sight of the twin vibrators lodged in the woman’s pussy and anus.

  Q approached and leaned down so that her mouth was next to the bound woman’s ear.

  “Paige, Sarah just called,” she whispered. “She’s late again, but she’ll be here in about half an hour. Do you want me to let you loose?”

  Paige lifted her head and looked at the hostess, a humorous glint in her blue-grey eyes. “If you must. Duty calls, I suppose.”

  She couldn’t suppress a sigh as Q eased the vibrators from her body and unfastened the cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Q helped her to her feet. Paige stood for a moment, panting. The hostess took her arm.

  “Come along. You haven’t got much time.”

  “Just a minute.” Paige held back. “There must be time for this.”

  She turned Q so that they were facing each other, then leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. Q responded, opening her mouth and flicking her tongue out to touch Paige’s. Their bodies pressed against each other. They held the embrace briefly then parted. Their eyes met.

  “Come along,” repeated Q, stroking Paige’s cheek. “You’re my chief guard. You want to look your best for this, don’t you?”

  They left the room arm in arm and made their way to Q’s private office, where Q changed into her usual outfit, an all-in-one bodysuit that hid nothing of her figure. Shortly afterwards, three of the female guards dragged Sarah into the room. They positioned her so that she was facing the large mahogany desk. Q lounged behind it on a leather executive chair, her feet up on the top of the desk. In front of her stiletto heels was a large leather case, with the single word “Imperial” and a royal crest embossed on it in gold. Paige, now dressed in her brief guard’s uniform, stood to one side of the desk, slightly behind Q. Sarah threw her a sheepish glance. Paige looked back sternly, giving nothing away.

  “You know what to do,” said the hostess. “Remove her clothes. Kelly, announce her punishment to our members and meet us in the treatment room.”

  Kelly left. Her voice came over the tannoy system, creating a buzz of interest outside. Angela and Jody, the two remaining guards, stripped Sarah of her skimpy attire. She was left to stand naked in the centre of the room. Angela cuffed her hands behind her back. Sarah squared her shoulders and stared at the hostess.

  Q sighed. “Sarah, Sarah. Why do you get into trouble quite so often? If I didn’t know better, I’d swear that you enjoy being publicly punished. Take her away!”

  When she’d gone, Q turned to Paige. “Are you still confident?”

  “About our wager?”

  “Yes, of course. What time do I have to beat?”

  “I managed fifty-seven minutes with you.”

  “Fine. The loser takes twelve strokes.”

  “Good luck.”

  Paige winked. “I don’t need luck. You’d better get some ointment ready.”

  They led Sarah to a small room, where Kelly was waiting. It was like a cell, with green walls and stark overhead lighting. In the middle of each wall was a large, two-way mirror, through which the club’s members could watch the punishment take place. The viewing rooms were already full.

  “Look, Sarah,” said Angela. “You’ve got quite an audience. I hope you’re going to put on a good show.”

  There was a table against one wall with a typist’s chair tucked under it. A hospital bed stood in the centre of the room, with a thin vinyl mattress and chrome rails down either side. Angela and Jody lifted Sarah onto the mattress and held her down while Kelly tied her to the rails with inch wide leather straps. Her arms lay underneath her, and one strap passed over them at the elbow, leaving her torso free. Another went across under her bottom, holding her wrists tightly but again leaving her pelvis free to move. From the lower end of the table, they could just see her hands as they stuck out from under her backside. Angela and Jody parted her legs, spreading them so that her knees were crooked over the side of the bed. More straps held her thighs firmly in this position. Her captors bent and tied her ankles together underneath the bed.

  Kelly threaded another strap under Sarah’s right arm, passing it up through her armpit, over her chest just above her pert breasts, and back down under her left arm. Finally, they clipped more straps to a collar around her neck and tied those to the rails as well.

  Jody tweaked one of Sarah’s nipples. “Can you move?”

  Sarah gasped. “Bitch!”

  “You’ve still got your attitude. Let’s see how feisty you are once Paige has finished with you.”

  They left her in this uncomfortable position for some time. Because her knees were held down while her arms rested under her bottom, her pelvis was lifted up, exposing her vulnerable sex. As the uppermost strap also pinned down her shoulders, her back was arched and her torso described a gentle curve along the top, from which her breasts thrust upwards. Light reflected from her tanned skin, particularly along the succulent roundness of her straining thighs. Her blonde hair, usually immaculately cascading down around her shoulders, was now dishevelled. She could still move her head from side to side, and her blue eyes scanned the room fearfully.

  The door opened and swung closed again behind Paige, pristine in a crisp white blouse and tight black leather mini skirt. Silk stockings gave her legs a soft sheen. With her dark hair gathered back into a long ponytail, she looked every inch the young professional secretary. Her patent leather stilettos clicked on the tiled floor as she approached the bound Sarah. She stood with hands on hips, legs parted, looking down at her captive. Her rouged lips parted in a delicate pout, and Sarah caught a waft of expensive perfume.

  She opened her mouth to speak, but Paige quickly seized her jaw and forced a chrome ring between her teeth. A thin strap passed around her head, fixing it in place. With her mouth held wide open, Sarah could make no more than guttural sounds.

  “First, I think I’d better shave you,” said Paige. “It will make things so much easier later.”

  Sarah squirmed as Paige used a large brush to spread a generous quantity of shaving foam over her pubic hair. The dark-haired guard paused for a moment when she was satisfied with her efforts. She showed Sarah a shiny cut-throat razor.

  “Now, this is very sharp, and I’d keep very still if I were you.”

  Sarah froze, trying desperately not to move as she felt the blade scraping across her sensitive skin. As the lather gathered on its steel surface, Paige flicked it into the corner of the room. It didn’t take her long, and when she’d finished, she dried off the excess foam with a soft towel. She blew gently on the newly exposed skin, causing Sarah to shiver. Paige smoothed some moisturizing lotion into the area, lingering long enough for Sarah’s body to respond. A tiny drop of liquid formed at the entrance to her pussy. Paige gathered it on her fingertip and licked it experimentally.

  As Sarah looked over at her, Paige glanced at a two-way mirror on the other side of the room and signalled to an unseen observer. Seconds later the door opened, and Jody entered carrying the leather case from Q’s office. She placed it on the tab
le, winked at Paige and left.

  With a flourish, Paige unclipped the locks and threw open the lid of the case. Inside was an old-fashioned typewriter. It had been immaculately restored, and certain extra features added by one of the club’s technicians. Paige reached under the table and pulled out a bundle of wires, five red and one green. She plugged one end of each wire into a terminal mounted on the back of the typewriter.

  Paige approached Sarah, holding the free ends of the four red wires. Each was tipped with a small but nasty looking spring loaded metal clip.

  Sarah gulped.

  Paige tweaked her right nipple until it was hard then snapped one of the clips around it, leaving a little pink bud protruding at the top. Sarah winced and cried out as the metal bit into her tender skin, not enough to puncture it but sufficient that it would not come off no matter what she did. Paige ignored her and repeated the process on her left nipple, forcing another whimper from the bound girl.

  Sarah twisted her head away as one of Paige’s hands approached. Undeterred, the chief guard took hold of a handful of blonde hair and forced her to look straight up at the ceiling. With her other hand, she reached thumb and forefinger through the chrome ring gag. She caught hold of Sarah’s tongue and pulled it out. Sarah squealed. Paige let go of her hair and picked up another of the clips. She showed it to Sarah.

  “Guess where this one’s going.”

  Sarah knew what was coming, and gave an anguished wail as Paige snapped the clip onto the tip of her tongue and let go. Her tongue retreated back into her mouth. The wire trailed from it and brushed against her lower lip. The clip felt strange, and it dug into her flesh uncomfortably as her tongue brushed against her palate. In the end she was forced to allow it to stick out of her mouth.

  Paige brandished the final red wire in front of her. Sarah rolled her eyes desperately as she tried to see where the other woman was going. With a gasp she felt warm air on her freshly shaved mound, followed by a gentle kiss. Paige lapped at her, teasing and flicking her clitoris. Sarah sighed, letting her head fall back to the mattress. She was totally unprepared for the sudden pain when Paige put the last clip onto her tender bud. Her whole body arched and she screeched out loud. Her toes and fingers clenched.