The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica

by Barbara Cardy

  When she finally arrived, she wasn’t sure when she got there or how long she stood staring at the door to Lena’s apartment. A neighbour going out to walk her dog let her into the building after making eye contact and blushing profusely. So now that she was here, why was she hesitating? She took a deep breath and let the energy of the city fill her as she rang the bell.

  Minutes passed and her sense of being both desirable and powerful ebbed slightly as she thought that maybe Lena had gone out. Or perhaps was sleeping in with some girlfriend that she hadn’t known about. Or else she just didn’t answer the door at the crack of dawn. Kerry pressed the bell again, sending every bit of the molten wave that had carried her here along with it.

  The door opened. Lena looked out, a confused expression on her round face. “Hi, Kerry. What are you doing here?”

  By way of answer, Kerry slipped her jacket off, dropping it to her feet. She kicked her shoes off and let her feet find the serpentine rhythm they’d held in her room. She swayed seductively, her fingers finding each button in turn on the silky shirt. Through it all, Lena looked first baffled, then stunned and finally something that Kerry couldn’t quite read. Clearly she wanted the crazy woman at the door but something made her hesitate.

  “Who is it, baby?” The other woman appeared at Lena’s side just as Kerry’s shirt dropped open, exposing her breasts. “Holy shit,” the woman breathed, almost a prayer.

  Lena reached out and grabbed Kerry’s arm, pulling her inside. The other woman scooped up her jacket and shoes and dropped them on the apartment rug as the door closed. A pang shot through Kerry’s entire body as she looked from Lena to the other woman and back again. So Lena had a girlfriend already. She might have known. So much for the love in her bosom finding its way out to bring love to her.

  But that was pre-love spell Kerry talking, her uncertainty spinning under in the whirlpool of this new and unbelievably sexy Kerry. That Kerry raised her hands above her head and began to dance, shedding her clothes as she went spinning and twirling through the living room. She could feel the other two women watching and wanting her. She reveled in what she could feel and smell of their desires before she pulled them into the dance with her.

  Together the three of them writhed and spun and gyrated to an ancient imagined music. Lena and her girlfriend shed their clothes, their hands somehow always touching Kerry, themselves and each other. Soon their mouths followed and the dancing slowed until Kerry was only twisting slightly as the other women hungrily tasted her skin and sucked on her breasts.

  Her own hands were full of Lena’s breasts one moment and buried in her girlfriend’s soaking wet pussy the next. She threw back her head and gave an earth-shattering moan as Lena’s mouth closed over one of her smaller breasts. Her eyes were closed as all three of them sank slowly to the floor, rolling into the softness of the carpet.

  Someone was between her legs, hungry mouth searching for, then finding the red-hot nub of her clit. Her pussy stretched itself joyously open to admit an entire hand. She rode it fiercely, her hips rocking up to find their own rhythm with the hand and tongue. More hands and another mouth were exploring her breasts, sucking and biting and stroking and pinching until she came with a shout, body shaken to its core.

  Someone straddled her face now, moist slit pressed to her mouth. She raised her head and licked furiously until she found the other woman’s clit buried in her soft fur. A cloud of musky scent filled her nose and mouth until it was all she could breathe and she inhaled deeply, pulling it into herself until it etched itself on her memory.

  Between her legs, she could feel a finger being worked slowly and carefully up her ass. The hungry mouth hadn’t left her clit and those fingers were still there driving themselves in and out of her aching wetness. At the same time, the woman whose clit she was sucking came with a soft howl, thighs shaking around Kerry’s ears.

  As the other women’s bodies pressed into her, sucking and tasting and possessing, Kerry knew what it was to be worshipped. She revelled in the feelings, even casting some of the power she found inside her outward just a little. She could almost feel it flow through the building and out into the city and she knew that while earlier she felt the desire that was already there, now she was creating it on her own. A voice, not her own, murmured something through her lips about multiplying and worship. Then it laughed, a triumphant sound that made Kerry shiver all over.

  That brought her back to herself in a hurry. She tried to wrap the tendrils of power around herself like a blanket, pulling them all back into herself. But that was when her nerve endings crescendoed. It was as though every muscle in her body shuddered its way to release all at once in the most intense orgasm of her life.

  All the power she’d pulled back in washed out of her in a giant flood as she sank back into the carpet. But a moment later, she couldn’t remember why. There was Lena and her girlfriend, Jan, and soft warm female flesh to explore. She lost herself as the three of them tried new positions, new angles. Sex toys appeared or objects became sex toys as the need arose. They ate breakfast, then lunch from each other’s bodies and Kerry learned the exquisite joy of savouring pussy-flavored eggs. They took a shower, then a bath together, bodies becoming one as they entwined. Then, finally sated, they all climbed into the big bed that Lena and her girlfriend shared and slept, their dreams still gently sensuous.

  It was the vine tickling her nose that first woke Kerry. She blinked at it in the early morning light, trying to remember what day it was and where she was. Lena let out a gentle snore from the pillow next to her and Kerry gave her sleeping face a giant grin. It lasted until someone else’s arm dropped over her waist and she remembered Jan. But then again, after yesterday, sharing Lena might not be so bad. A slight throb went through her at the thought.

  Then she realized that there hadn’t been any vines in the bedroom when they’d gone to bed. At least, not coming down from the ceiling. She sat up slowly, hands going instinctively to her ribs. Her multiple breasts were gone. The spell must’ve worn off. She sighed, at once disappointed and relieved. It wasn’t like they would have been convenient to keep.

  At the same time, her eyes tracked the new vegetation growing over the ceiling and the walls. And the floor when she looked down. She clambered out of the bed as carefully as possible so as not to wake the others and looked out the window. The city was green as far as she could see and nearby buildings were a riot of vines and flowers. Trees and bushes burst through the sidewalk. Already they were too thick for cars to travel on the street below.

  She could see naked bodies in the lush green jungle too. Bodies of all shapes and sizes and genders in all sorts of combinations, all of them waking puzzled and confused and sated to the new green jungle around them. Kerry pressed her hands to her cheeks in shock. “Did I do this?” she mumbled at last.

  “Hmm?” Lena gave a questioning, waking sound from the bed.

  Kerry turned around to find two sets of eyes squinting into the morning, glancing from her to the vines hanging from the ceiling. She looked back out the window, still not quite believing her eyes. She couldn’t have done all this with her simple love spell, could she? No, it was impossible. Just like growing then losing multiple breasts overnight.

  Lena’s girlfriend came over to stand next to her. Jan was clearly occupied with the changes outside. Her mouth hung slightly open as she stared around. There was a long pause before she turned back to Kerry. “Hey, you’ve got the usual number of boobs!” She said in a slightly accusing tone. There was a short pause before she reached up and pulled at one of the vines. “Is all this related, somehow? Did you do something?”

  “I’m not sure,” Kerry muttered, hoping that it wouldn’t be that obvious.

  “Lena, come look at this,” Jan ordered over her shoulder. “I think your friend got a little carried away with the whole love goddess thing she pulled yesterday.”

  Lena rolled out of bed and came over to stare out the window with them. “She was your friend yes
terday too,” she reminded Jan.

  “Yeah, well that was before she probably put me out of work. Not much need for a road crew out there,” Jan gestured outside with a look of disgust.

  “I’m sorry,” Kerry murmured, giving Jan an apologetic look.

  “I’m not sure you should be.” Lena wore a big grin and nothing else, which made Kerry stare longingly at her lush curves despite her fears.

  Jan made an angry noise and stomped away toward the bathroom. Lena and Kerry kept looking out the window, digging their toes into the moss growing under their feet. “Should I try and reverse all this?” Kerry asked in a doubtful tone.

  “Do you really think you could?” Lena asked quietly. “You did this for me, didn’t you?”

  Kerry blushed and hung her head, then nodded. Whatever had been inside her yesterday was completely gone, taking the city as its vessel instead. Instinctively, she knew that she wouldn’t be able to stop it; it was much bigger than just her now. So that just left her on her own once more. She turned to leave, eyes not meeting Lena’s.

  Lena reached out and grabbed her hand. “Let’s go check out our brave new world. No one’s ever reversed Western civilization for me before. I think I’m flattered.” Kerry looked up into her glowing smile and returned it with interest. Then, hand in hand, they walked out to explore the city.

  Hanging in Suspense

  Shaunda Randleman

  I kneeled on the floor of the darkened, empty room, naked except for the chain clasped with a lock around my neck. I was on my hands and knees with my thighs spread and my ass as high in the air as I could hold it. My face was near enough to the floor that I could feel my warm breath deflected back at me. This was one of her favourite ways to see me, and I knew she would see it as a gift from me. I had no idea exactly how long I had been there, if it had been minutes or hours; my mind had raced though so many thoughts swirling in my head, so many possible scenarios, that I had lost track of everything except for my desire to please her. She is many things to me; she is a mistress, a master, my rope loving life partner, at times she is my devious and torturous captor. But I don’t call her any of these things. To me she is everything; no word can describe that, so I don’t even try.

  Right now, all that separated us was one door. But she needed me to wait, she was busy, she had many things to do before she could attend to me. She told me earlier that today would be very satisfying for me, if I did as she instructed. I trust her, and I had no intention of disobeying. Now she was on the other side of that door, readying herself for me, taking her time to get into the right mood and mindset, while I was to wait out here. Before assuming this position of patience and waiting for her, I had taken some time to ready the room, setting the mood, trying to make it as pleasing to her as possible so she could see how much I wanted to please her. It was slightly cool in the room; just cool enough to keep my nipples hard. The air smelled of cinnamon from the flickering candles I had lit.

  Finally the door opened and she walked in, radiant in her black satin. She stood above me, and though I dared not look at her, I knew she was visually inspecting me and the scene I had set. She walked around me slowly, stopping when she got behind me to look at my vulnerable ass. She liked it when I put myself in such compromising positions for her, making myself as exposed and open to violation as possible. She gave my ass a few light whacks, making me moan softly and push my ass further out toward her. She reached to my head, grabbed my hair, and pulled my head up from the floor. I instantly and instinctively opened my mouth for her; I knew very well that I was to keep my lips parted at all times. I silently hoped that she hadn’t noticed that my mouth had been very much closed while my head was down.

  She sat down in the only chair that occupied the room and gazed at me. I held my position, loving the way she looked at me, knowing that she was thinking about so many degrading things she could do to me. I looked longingly at a box that was situated by itself in the corner of the room in front of me. She noticed my look, and asked me what I was looking at. I dropped my eyes immediately; it made me feel naughty, as if I had been caught thinking dirty thoughts or something. She laughed darkly and stood. Walking to my ass again, she spanked me one more time on each cheek, just to tease and chastise me, but doing so hard enough to leave her handprint. She then walked away for a moment, going to the corner of the room to retrieve the box that had already caught my eye.

  Moving with burning intensity and purpose, she sat the box down beside me and opened it, taking from it a coil of dark blue hemp rope; so dark it was almost actually purple. As the rope uncoiled, she let it fall on my lower back and ass. It felt amazing, sliding softly over my tender skin. Quickly finding the middle point of the rope, she pulled me upright and left me sitting on my knees. She dropped to her knees and teased my nipples with her fingers for a while, pinching and caressing, sometimes brushing my nipples with the soft rope, grass scented rope. Then she began wrapping her ropes around my body, and I could feel the ropes caressing my skin, like her hands had just been, and her hands still wanted to be as they kept stopping to pinch and tease my nipples. I could feel the ropes taking hold of my mind, driving me into a place of mental submission, where my bound mind would soon match my bound body.

  As she wrapped the blue rope around my chest, over and under my breasts, over my shoulders, I simply sat there and swayed gently as her ropes tightened around me, holding me as a lover would. When she finished her work the chest harness she had fashioned looked beautiful, accentuating my breasts and the curves of my upper body. She leaned me back against her so she could caress my own rope-clad body; I laid my head back against her shoulder, breathing harder now through my open lips and I spread my knees for her, placing my palms face up, so I could more fully show her my submission. I knew instantly that she noticed this slight change in my posture, because I could hear it in the way her breathing hitched momentarily, betraying her excitement.

  She nipped at my neck and shoulders, stinging hard little bites that almost made me cry out. Choosing a particularly delicious part of my neck, she kissed the spot deeply, sucking hard which created a feeling much like that of the dark embrace of a vampire. I swooned; my eyelids fluttered, and I felt the temperature of the room rising in great leaps and bounds. I became light-headed and my body sagged against hers. She pulled away from my neck, and instead began to kiss my open lips. This brought me back into myself, and I returned the kiss for a few blissful moments before she abruptly stood up, and pulled me to my feet as well.

  Grasping the few feet of rope hanging from my completed chest harness, she pulled my hands behind my back and firmly tied them there, thrusting my breasts out further. As I stood there, trembling with excitement, she ran her hands, her wonderfully deft fingers, over my chest, touching my breasts, my shoulders, my back; sometimes tugging the ropes that now covered my skin maybe to adjust a rope or maybe just to watch me sway gently as she tugged. Though the room had been cool to begin with, I was now rather hot; the instant she had started tying me it felt warmer to me, as if the rope was a warm blanket that enveloped my body. She looked at me, drinking in the vision of me before her, adorned in her ropes and hungry for violation, her blue eyes burning in the flickering candlelight.

  She picked up the box that contained her rope and, pulling me obediently along behind her by my chest harness, she walked out of the room. I followed her throughout the house until we reached our destination. She opened a glass door that opened onto a large room with three walls of brick and one of glass. There were many large and looming, ominous yet sexy looking objects in the room, a spanking bench and a St Andrew’s cross, among others, but it wasn’t these objects that we approached. Instead she walked me toward the single largest thing occupying the room, a beautiful golden wood spiral staircase.

  She had set the scene in this room; I had had nothing at all to do with it. Lights were strung around the stairs, giving off a subtle glow similar to the candlelight that we had just left, but bright enough to illum
inate the entire scene clearly. On our way to the stairs, we passed a metal clothing rack, but it held nothing as innocent as clothes. Instead, hanging from hangers and hooks were a wide variety of paddles and floggers, slappers and crops, pretty much every kind of striking implement one could desire, creating a raging fire of excitement and anxious anticipation inside of me. I knew that anything was possible; I knew that I was in her world now, and unmistakably and completely vulnerable to her whims, however devious they might turn out to be.

  She stopped me directly underneath the spiral stairs, so the largest central post was to my right and the stairs curled lazily above my head. I was looking out the two-story wall of windows into a land of deserted wooded wilderness. It was dusk, and the dark purple glow of the sky was entrancing; a beautiful shade that was so similar to the dark blue hemp ropes encircling my small breasts. As I stood there, my body shivering with anxiousness and longing, she placed her box of rope down on the ground, opened it again and pulled out another tight coil of blue hemp rope. She whipped this piece of rope around my hips skillfully, making a sort of belt around my midsection, and tying it off with much rope remaining, which she let fall graciously around my feet.

  She then securely attached another piece of rope to the back of the chest harness she had finished and, throwing the remaining rope over one of the steps above our heads, she grasped the rope and pulled it taut. At her direction, I bent forward at the hips and I felt a tightening of the ropes around my chest as she began to tie, finishing it off with a beautiful coil. Then she took the rope that remained from the tie around my midsection, and did the same thing with it, throwing it over another step and pulling it taut as well. When she pulled this rope, my hips lifted and my entire body was straining to hold itself somehow, fully bent at the hips, ass exposed, my toes barely touching the floor anymore yet still trying to hold me still.