The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica

by Barbara Cardy

Together we made our way to the bed and fell on it. I was on top, kissing her hard with teeth and tongue. She pulled at my dress, finally working it off.

  “Stand up,” she said.

  I did as she asked, shedding my bra and panties. Standing naked in front of her I watched with pleasure as she took in my body, her tongue licking her lips in anticipation and growing desire. She had a hand between her legs, gently working up and down, her eyes bright with lust.

  Falling on the bed, I took her in my arms and rubbed my body over hers. I kissed her mouth, her nipples, her stomach. Then I put my mouth on her soft hot womanhood.

  I drank the juices from deep within her pussy. Her hand found mine and she pushed hard against my clit. Without removing my mouth from her delicious cunt I moved around until my pussy was on her mouth. She bit it gently, then let her tongue explore the inner lips with a frenzy that sent me to a new height. I probed with my tongue working in and out, thrilling at the feel of her soft wet walls against my tongue.

  “God, that’s so good,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”

  Her impassioned words, uttered in her sultry indescribably sensuous voice, aroused me to the point of climax. I probed harder, glorying in the feel of her tongue inside me and my mouth covering her pussy.

  I pulled away, stood up and looked at her with burning eyes.

  “Spread your legs,” I said.

  She spread her legs slowly, revealing the pink juicy bed of sexual promise. I drank in the sight while my hand sought my clit and I massaged it. Then I covered her pussy with my hand and probed her with two fingers.

  “Good,” she moaned. “So good. Better than a cock. Oh, yes.”

  Suddenly her body stiffened and she moaned loudly in the height of arousal. She collapsed in an ecstatic orgasm that that aroused me further. I covered her hand with my own and helped her massage my cunt until I reached the heights and exploded in a glorious cum that made me shudder uncontrollably. My clit was on fire. The freedom of sexual release made me giddy, and I moaned with a pleasure that I hadn’t felt in months.

  She gave a throaty laugh, laid back on the bed and sighed. I lay next to her, one hand on her thigh, the other behind my head. We shared each other silently for several minutes. The sound of her soft breathing thrilled me. I wanted this to last forever.

  Finally I sat up, found my bra and put it on. Nina watched sleepily, her face showing a serenity that made me feel good. I leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips. She responded with the tip of her tongue. It was a gentle but thrilling touch. Nina knew all the right things to do. I wondered if she had ever shared her incredible sexuality with men as well. I decided to find out.

  “Have you ever fucked a man?” I asked.

  Her eyes widened at the question and she sat up, her back against the headboard. “Yes. Before I realized how much more pleasurable a woman was. Before I fully realized that I was a lesbian.”

  “Did you like it?”

  She made a face. “I hated it.” She sighed and lay down again. “How about you?”

  “No. I never had the desire. But I dated a guy in college and he wanted to fuck me in the worst way. He was so horny I was afraid he would rape me. So I sucked him off instead.”

  She laughed. “How did it taste? His come?”

  I made a face. “Not like yours,” I said. “Yours is like honey. Oh, God, but you’re beautiful.” I leaned over and kissed her passionately. She returned my kiss, her hand between my legs. I felt the stirrings of sexual arousal returning and found her cunt with my hand. Her hand worked against my clit, sending me soaring to new heights.

  I had never had two climaxes in one session before in my life. It was exquisite. I lay back, exhausted but giddy with satisfaction.

  Nina sat up suddenly. “We’d better get back to the party,” she said, reaching for her bra. “David will be looking for me.”

  “Is he the man you fucked?” I asked.

  Nina laughed. “No. He’s my brother.” She put a finger to her mouth. “But don’t tell anyone. I have to give the appearance of being straight. My job depends on it.” She ran her fingers through her hair. “I am ’eye candy’ to the male clientele where I work. They fuck me with their eyes every day. If they knew I was gay – well. I’m good for business as long as I stay in the closet. I hate it. But that’s the way it is.”

  “Does your brother know?”

  “Yes. My secret is safe with him.” She rose and crossed to the door.

  “When can we see each other again?” I asked.

  Nina paused with her hand on the doorknob.

  I felt a surge of panic in my throat. Had this just been a diversion for Nina? Surely she had enjoyed it as much as I?

  “We will see each other again, won’t we?” I asked, struggling to keep my voice steady.

  For an eternity of seconds she said nothing. Then she turned and looked at me with those enchanting brown eyes.

  “It’s not that simple,” she said.

  “What do you mean?”

  I waited for her to speak, desperately hoping she would tell me she wanted to see me again, to kiss me, fondle me, send me to the moon with her tongue and fingers. She lowered her eyes and played with the top button of her gown.

  “This never should have happened,” she said.

  “I . . .” I started, but she hushed me with a wave of her hand.

  “Don’t misunderstand me. It was great. In fact it was fantastic. But.”

  “But?” I repeated. “But what?”

  Nina expelled a sigh, came back to the bed and sat down. Her hand worked nervously in her lap.

  “Margie,” she said. “Margie is my lover.”

  I recoiled at the word. Nina had a lover? Of course she did. This desirable, beautiful woman had both men and women lusting after her. I had to face that fact. But I never considered that she had a lasting relationship with someone.

  “I never cheated on her before,” she went on. “And I don’t want to hurt her.”

  “What about me?” I said. “You’re hurting me.”

  She placed a sympathetic hand on my thigh. “I’m sorry. But you must understand. It’s not your fault. I never should have come up here. But you brought out the adventurous side of me. When you first looked at me you sent chills down my spine. I knew you wanted me, and I couldn’t help wanting you. I got reckless. I guess it’s no different from a straight man or woman having an affair. But I can’t continue.”

  I watched in growing despair as she crossed to the door and stepped out into the hall. She turned, blew me a kiss and shut the door.

  Nina. Sweet Nina. I dreamt about her, made passionate love to her in my dreams. I drank her sexual juices, probed her with my tongue and fingers, kissed her with a passion I could never describe.

  Waking hours were different. I spent a few evenings a week in a gay bar, occasionally making it with someone. But the experience always left me vaguely unsatisfied. No one could compare to Nina.

  I knew I had to get over her, let her go. But I needed help. I needed to do something new. The trouble was, I had no idea what it would be.

  Then it happened. I was sitting at the bar in my favourite club, nursing a glass of wine and watching the other patrons with a detached amusement. Two girls, young and beautiful, were sitting in the booth by the bar. From where I sat I could see them both clearly. One girl had her hand on the other girl’s thigh and was stroking it gently as they talked. They kissed, a gentle friendly kiss. Then one of the girls looked at me, leaned over and whispered in the other girl’s ear. They both giggled. The first girl slid out of the booth and came over to me. Sitting on the stool next to mine, she drew a line on the polished surface of the bar.

  “Interested in a threesome?” She said finally. She smiled coyly, her eyes searching mine.

  I was surprised at the question, and my first reaction was to send her away. But the look in her eye, the curve of her tits and the promise of young tender flesh – two bodies – was intriguing. I had never
had multiple partners. I had seen films, watched them with more than a little interest. But the opportunity had never presented itself. It had been weeks since my last bit of lovemaking, an unsatisfying experience that left me depressed for several days.

  “You and your friend?” I asked, nodding toward the booth.

  “Yes.” She smiled. “I’m Beth.” She nodded to her friend. “That’s Mary Ann.”

  “Tamara,” I said. I slid off the stool. “It sounds like fun.”

  “Good,” Beth said. She led me to the booth, introduced me to Mary Ann, and invited me to sit down.

  “My pussy is throbbing just thinking about it,” Mary Ann said.

  Beth reached over and put her hand between Mary Ann’s leg. “I can feel it,” she said. “Let’s get out of here.”

  We drove to Beth’s house a few miles away from the bar. Getting out of the car, I grew hot with anticipation of a new experience, and viewed Beth’s firm young ass with a growing lust. Mary Ann had tits that filled her flimsy blouse to overflowing. I wanted to take them in my mouth. Juices were flowing from my pussy as we went inside and into the bedroom.

  Beth had Mary Ann and me sit on the bed while she slowly stripped. She was even more beautiful than I realized. She ran her hand down over her firm nipples and between her legs. She threw her head back and licked her lips as she stroked her clit. Mary Ann stood up and went over to Beth, falling on her knees and burying her head in Beth’s pussy. Beth tugged at Mary Ann’s blouse until it came free and dropped to the floor. Looking at me, she laughed through her gasps of pleasure.

  “Take off your clothes. Get over here and play with us.”

  I quickly stripped and joined them. Beth put her arms around my neck and pulled me to her. Her hot sweet mouth covered mine and together we fell to the floor. Mary Ann fell on top of us, her tits tickling my face. I took a nipple in my mouth and ran my tongue over it. I felt a hand on my cunt, a finger inside, and I sucked harder.

  While I kissed Beth, Mary Ann licked my clit with a soft hot tongue. Beth was squeezing Mary Ann’s nipple while her tongue searched my mouth like a miniature cock. I thrust my hips up and down, meeting Mary Ann’s probing tongue.

  Mary Ann stood up, spread her legs over my head and stroked her clit, her breathing becoming heavier and louder.

  “Ooh,” she moaned. “I’m going to come.” She sat on me, her hot cunt over my mouth. “Fuck me with your tongue, Tamara. Make me come.”

  I flicked my tongue over her clit while Beth sucked my nipples. Her hand found my pussy and she thrust a finger inside, back and forth until I felt the exquisite sensation of rising passion.

  Mary Ann moaned loudly, exploded in a rush of sexual release, and collapsed on the floor next to me. Beth was now lying on top of me, her hot mouth on mine, her hand stroking my clit with a growing frenzy. I found her pussy with my hand and fucked it with two fingers.

  We came together, Beth writhing in ecstasy as I felt my own pussy grow wetter and hotter. Mary Ann, having recovered from her climax, put her mouth on my pussy and drank the juice. I writhed with delight at the feel of her tongue.

  The three of us lay together one the floor, silent and satisfied. After several minutes, Beth sat up and brushed the hair from her eyes.

  “First time?” she asked me.

  “Yes.”

  “Did you enjoy yourself?”

  I nodded.

  “Next week?” she asked.

  I didn’t say anything. As pleasing as it was, it wasn’t what I was looking for. I wanted a mate. Like Nina. My envy of Margie engulfed me in a rush and I stood up.

  “I don’t know,” I said.

  Beth came over to me and took me in a hug, her hips pressing against me, her mouth close to mine.

  “Next time we’ll make it a foursome.”

  “Are you serious?” I said.

  “There’s a hot number I’ve had my eye on for a couple of weeks now,” Beth said. “I want her. Bad. But I’m afraid she’d turn me down. Maybe she’d be agreeable to a group session.” She smiled naughtily. “You were.”

  I thought for a few minutes. I had to admit that I had been more than happy with Beth and Mary Ann. And anything was worth a try.

  “OK,” I said. “I’ll be here.”

  “Good,” Beth said. “Three o’clock. Right here.”

  By Saturday I was regretting my decision. Group sex was fun, yes. But I wanted a relationship, and if it couldn’t be with Nina it would have to be with someone else.

  Unfortunately, I didn’t have Beth’s phone number and couldn’t call her to cancel. I would go through with it. But after that . . .

  Beth and Mary Ann were already at the house when I arrived. Beth, dressed in the briefest of bra and panties, was already flushed with excitement. Mary Ann had on a filmy negligee with nothing underneath. Her nipples and brown pubic hair were visible. I felt myself getting wet with anticipation.

  I looked around the room. “Where’s the fourth?”

  Beth shrugged. “She’ll be along. Why don’t you slip out of those clothes?” She smiled at me, put her hand under her panties and rubbed herself, her eyes rolling back in sexual arousal.

  I slipped off my blouse and skirt. Kicking off my shoes, I sat on the bed, unsnapped my bra and leaned back. Mary Ann watched with growing desire, crossed over and kissed me hard on the mouth, her hand stroking my nipple. Pulling away she sat next to me on the bed.

  “That will have to do until we’re all here,” she said.

  As if on cue the doorbell rang. Beth opened it. Squinting into the bright light, I could only see the silhouette of the woman. Shapely, with a full head of hair, and tall. From what I could see, I was pleased.

  She stepped into the room and shut the door behind her. She turned to face us, a bright smile on a beautiful face. I took a sharp breath when I saw her.

  Nina!

  “Hello,” she said, looking at me hungrily. “What a pleasant surprise.”

  Beth looked from her to me and back again. “Do you two know each other?”

  “Yes,” Nina said with amusement in her voice. “We know each other quite well.”

  She walked over and kissed me on the mouth, running her tongue over my lips.

  “I’ve missed that,” she said, kissing me again. I returned the kiss fervently, reaching up under her short skirt to find her delicious cunt, hot and moist through her thin panties. Beth and Mary Ann watched in fascination.

  “I wanted to do that ever since the last time we made love,” she said.

  “What about Margie?” I asked.

  Nina gave a harsh laugh. “She’s history,” she said. “I came home early and found her in bed – with a man.” She laughed again. “I know I cheated on her, but that was more than I can handle.” She looked from me to the others. “Can you imagine? Fucking a man? Just thinking about having that hard cock in my pussy makes me sick.”

  “Oh, God, Nina, I’m sorry,” I said. Then quickly, I added, “No. I’m not sorry. It means you’re free.”

  “Yes,” she said. She slipped out of her dress and undid her bra. Her fantastic tits beckoned to me. Completely unaware that Beth and Mary Jane were watching, I dropped to my knees and took her in my mouth. She moaned, grabbed my hair and pulled it.

  “Yes, Tamara. Oh, yes. Go down on me. Fuck me with your tongue.”

  I pulled at her panties, found her clit and licked it hard. Suddenly I felt a hand on my cunt. Beth.

  Mary Ann, hot beyond words, joined us on the bed, kissing and fondling Beth while Nina put her fingers in Mary Ann’s throbbing pussy.

  Beth and Mary Jane soon found one another and fell to the floor in a frenzied embrace, their mouths and tongues intermingling while they thrust against each other in growing ecstasy. Nina and I fondled each other as we watched. Then, aroused by their lovemaking and desiring each other so much it was almost unbearable, we lay on the bed in each others arms.

  Nina was everything I remembered. Soft. Sweet. Hot with lust. We thrill
ed to each others touch, kissed and fucked with a passion I had not felt since the last time we were together. There was no one like Nina.

  The rolling, passionate love play left us all weak with pleasure and sexual satisfaction. Beth and Jane lay on the floor, drowsy and smiling. Nina rose and stood in front of me. I stood up. Taking her in my arms, I turned her around until her back was against me. I stroked her softly, neck, breasts, stomach and pussy. She moaned with pleasure.

  “Nina. Now that we have found each other again, let’s be lovers.”

  “Yes,” she said. She turned and kissed me hard, her moist lips, soft warm tongue and sweet breath sending me to a new height. I was drunk with happiness.

  “Let’s go home,” she said.

  “Your place, or mine?” I asked.

  “Ours,” she replied, linking her arm into mine

  Saying goodbye to Beth and Mary Jane, we left the house together.

  A Feast of Cousins

  Beth Bernobich

  Consanguinity was Cousin Tessa’s new favorite word. The one she whispered to me last week, when we made sticky, bone-crunching love in her bedroom. Tess collected words like pennies, snatching them up from wherever, setting them sideways and spinning them around, before she lost interest and tossed them aside for a newer, shinier word. She did the same with lovers.

  Okay, that’s not fair. But as Aunt Louisa would say, it’s true.

  Back to consanguinity. Of course Tess knew what it meant. Family. The thicker-than-water blood. She had a point, I guess, because our family does stick close. Thanksgiving. Easter. Baby showers. (Even the Our Lady of Polenta Feast, as my brother Eugene says.) Two things I know. That we’re always celebrating something, and Great-Aunt Gabriella is always cooking an enormous family dinner.

  “Christmas Eve, my favorite,” Uncle Teo said to me, pouring out the white wine. “Come, I hope you’re hungry, Maura.”

  I smiled and took the glass he offered, looked around for a seat. Christmas, and Christmas Eve, meant a stuffed and overheated dining room, long loud conversations that unraveled and rewove themselves, and a gorgeous soup of smells – cinnamon and baked apples, tangy pine and crushed peppermint. And tonight, the fresh baked haddock and breaded flounder, shrimp with hot sauce, and more. Always more.