Best Lesbian Erotica 2004

by Tristan Taormino

  Carla stripped off her jacket and no-nonsense business shoes. Her eyes never wavered from Penny’s as she undid the buttons on her blouse. For her slender frame, her breasts were surprisingly large beneath the silk.

  Penny swallowed, hard. Unsure whether she should take off her clothes, she stood there timidly, out of her element. This woman made her nervous. Nervous and hot as hell. She couldn’t think, she could barely breathe. She just wanted. “Come here, baby,” Carla said. “Let me get a look at you.”

  Penny took a few hesitant steps until they stood inches apart, breasts nearly touching. “I’m not sure—”

  Carla laid her fingers across Penny’s lips. “Shhh, little girl. It’ll be okay.” She stroked Penny’s face. “So bright and beautiful. You have so much to offer.”

  Before Penny could question that comment, Carla was pulling her Rooster’s T-shirt over her head. For a moment, her face hidden in her shirt, Penny forgot how nervous she was. Then the shirt was off and she was staring into Carla’s green eyes. Cat eyes she wanted to fall into…. Then Carla leaned close and kissed her, her mouth wet, soft, sensual.

  They came closer, breasts pressing together, and she could feel Carla’s hard nipples through her blouse, grazing her own. She cradled Carla’s face, kissing her over and over, while Carla’s fingers found their way under her skirt and into her panties. She moaned against Carla’s mouth, swirling her tongue inside the way Carla now swirled her finger around Penny’s clit. Penny wondered what the other woman’s cunt tasted like.

  Carla pulled back, eyes sparkling, lipstick smeared. “You’re so wet, baby girl,” she said, showing Penny the evidence on her hand before popping her fingers in her mouth. “Mmm…I want to fuck you. Take your clothes off.”

  Penny trembled as she stripped. Bra, skirt, wet panties: they came off quickly, awkwardly. All but the shoes. She kept her sexy, slutty pumps on because she didn’t want Carla to tower over her. She wanted to please this woman but she didn’t want to feel smaller than her.

  Carla cupped Penny’s tits, raising them to her lips. She suckled the nipples hard, sending shockwaves straight to Penny’s clit. Penny whimpered softly, pressing her tits into Carla’s hands, wanting more. She tugged Carla’s nipples through her blouse, enjoying the nubby feeling of them between her fingers.

  Carla pulled her mouth from Penny’s nipple, leaving it wet and standing tall. She put her hands on Penny’s shoulders, pushing her down to her knees.

  “Don’t be shy, baby. Touch me.”

  Penny ran her hands up the heavy fabric of Carla’s trousers to the waistband. She slipped the button and pulled the zipper down. Something brushed against her hand. Something large and hard. Carla wasn’t wearing underwear and when her pants slipped down, Penny saw what she’d touched.

  An enormous cock jutted from Carla’s crotch. The kind sold in the back of adult magazines, the kind Penny had never felt inside her but had always wondered about. Bigger than any she’d seen in porn flicks, the cock strapped to this gorgeous, sexy woman looked like a six-shooter nestled in pubic hair as brown and silky as the hair on Carla’s head.

  Carla adjusted the dildo until it was pointing at Penny. The look of pleasure on her face made Penny realize that the broad, blunt end was pushing against Carla’s cunt and clit.

  “Go ahead, baby, suck it. Make it wet.”

  Penny grasped the thick cock and guided the tip to her mouth, never breaking eye contact with Carla. The tip popped between her lips and Carla groaned as if she could feel the sensation. Penny stretched her mouth around the giant dildo as Carla stripped off her blouse and bra. Her brown acorn-sized nipples made Penny’s mouth water. At the same time, she wondered who this naked goddess was, standing before her wearing only a fake cock hung on a heavy black belt that crisscrossed her hips and thighs.

  “Good Penny. Suck my big dick so I can fuck you with it.”

  It was Penny’s turn to groan. The thought of this monster inside her had her trembling. She sucked the dildo as if it were the main course instead of the appetizer.

  Carla pulled the dildo from her mouth and smacked it against her cheeks. “God, you’re hot. Over the bed now. Let me get a look at the rest of you.”

  Penny let Carla guide her to the bed. On hands and knees, she arched her back and thrust her bottom up, feeling cool air blow across her cunt and asshole.

  “Baby, what a beautiful ass.” Carla’s hands caressed and molded the tight cheeks while Penny moaned against the sheets. “Nice little hole, too. I bet it gets fucked all the time, doesn’t it?”

  Penny shook her head. “No, never,” she gasped as Carla’s fingertips slid down her crack.

  “I bet it does,” Carla teased. “Who could resist this ass?” Penny shook her head. “I’ve never—” Carla’s hand cracked across her thigh and Penny jumped.

  “We’ll find out in good time what you have and haven’t done,” Carla said quietly.

  Carla used fingers and tongue on Penny’s wet slit, teasing and tormenting until Penny thought she’d scream. She wriggled under Carla’s ministrations, imagining that huge cock inside her. Wanting it, needing it.

  “Please, fuck me,” she panted, rotating her hips as Carla tongue-fucked her cunt. “Fuck me with your big cock.”

  Carla chuckled. “Little girl wants her ass fucked, huh?” “No. My cunt. Fuck my cunt.”

  Carla smacked her ass hard. “It’s my dick. “I’ll fuck you the way I want.” Another smack. “Won’t I?”

  Penny nodded, hair swinging. Carla pulled away and she groaned. Waiting, breathless, Penny looked over her shoulder. Carla stood there, stroking the big cock between her legs. Penny whimpered, pushing her ass higher in the air.

  Carla nestled the cock between Penny’s asscheeks. “Everybody wants to fuck this ass, don’t they?” she asked, giving Penny’s bottom a sharp slap.

  “Yes,” Penny gasped.

  “And you never let them, do you?”

  Penny shook her head, unable to form words.

  “But you want it fucked now, don’t you?”

  Penny groaned. “Yes! Fuck me!”

  “Easy, baby,” Carla said, climbing on the bed behind her. “I’m going to give you what you want. Soon.”

  Penny felt the dildo nudge her cunt. She reached down between her legs to grab it, but Carla pulled away and slapped it across her butt. Penny cried out in frustration and clutched the sheets.

  Carla gently pushed the cock between the swollen lips of Penny’s cunt. Penny pushed her hips back, wanting to feel it buried inside her. It slid farther in, bottoming out before she’d taken much more than half. She looked down between her legs and saw it sticking out of her, saw Carla’s shapely legs and hips beyond it.

  “Cock, Carla, cock,” she chanted, fucking back against the hugeness inside her.

  Carla thrust into her. “Baby wants more dick. Baby needs this dick in her cunt, up her ass.”

  Their rhythm was hard and fast, animal fucking, not gentle lovemaking. Penny wiggled on the cock inside her and Carla slapped the round globes of her ass, then thrust a finger past the tight ring of Penny’s anus. Double-fucking her now, brutally, until Penny was screaming, “Cockcarlacockcarlacockcarla” over and over as orgasm after orgasm wracked her body.

  In one swift motion, Carla pulled the cock out of Penny’s wet, clenching cunt and thrust it into her ass. A sharp sting of pain was followed by sweet pleasure. Penny felt herself stretched, penetrated deeper than she’d ever thought she could handle. The orgasms didn’t stop; they just went on as Carla pumped her ass methodically.

  Penny reached to rub her clit, to keep the edge as Carla drove into her. Carla moaned, jackhammering into her ass so fast, Penny knew she must be coming too. Their damp flesh slapped together as Carla slammed into her, a fistful of Penny’s long hair pulled up tight in her hand as she screamed out her orgasm. Penny collapsed under the onslaught, her knees sliding out from under her, Carla’s full weight across her back and the dildo buried inside her. Her
clit rubbed against the sheet and she cried out.

  As suddenly as it had begun, the rough sex was over and Carla was cradling her, Penny’s back pressed against her breasts and thighs. They were both panting, dripping with sweat. Carla stroked her, soothing her, the dildo still deep in her ass, moving slowly now, gently. For the first time in a long time, Penny closed her eyes and let herself be held by a lover.

  “Sweet girl,” Carla whispered, nipping her earlobe. “Sweet ass.”

  Penny woke the next morning to the smell of sex and the sounds of birds outside the window. Carla and the dildo were gone, but a delicious soreness remained. She reached for the note on the table beside the bed.

  Sweet Penny, I knew your grades were impressive, but now you’ve dazzled me with your other charms. Give me a call later and we’ll schedule a formal interview—and maybe dinner?

  Carla.

  Penny wrinkled her brow. She had no idea what the note meant until she read the letterhead. The woman who’d fucked her silly the night before was none other than Carla Manning of Dunnet, Manning and Wight, Attorneys at Law. The law office she’d sent her transcript to a month ago. The same law office she would give her shoe collection to join after graduation. People complained about getting screwed by lawyers, but Penny had not only been screwed by one of the top attorneys in the state and enjoyed it, she’d been asked back for more.

  Feeling like she’d been pulled apart and put back together again, she showered in Carla’s enormous bathroom. Dressed, except for the panties that were now tucked in her purse, she took a tour of the townhouse and grabbed an apple from the kitchen on the way out. She strutted down the tree-lined street to the bus stop in her fuck-me pumps, a pleasant tenderness in her ass and cunt, contemplating the idea of fucking someone she worked for. Maybe it was time to amend her rule.

  Tattoo

  Fiona Zedde

  My skin was itching for another tattoo. Three years ago, the thorny black rose blooming just above my shaved pubes was all I wanted. Now, I wanted more. I picked the place, a little shop in the neighborhood where I worked as a waitress, and made my way there late one Saturday afternoon.

  Stung, the city’s only twenty-four-hour tattoo joint, was packed. A shifting crowd of people was jockeying for space along the tattoo-covered wall. Others sat on the worn leather benches, nervously fiddling with their money or staring into space. A couple of leatherboys compared old tattoos, baring muscled backs and biceps to anyone who cared to look. I walked up to the woman at the front counter.

  “How long is the wait?”

  Her pierced eyebrow rose when she saw me. I knew what I must have looked like to her—a petite brown-skinned girl with wide, long-lashed eyes and rounded cheeks who seemed like she’d never seen the inside of a tattoo parlor, much less wanted a tattoo.

  “At least three hours, maybe four,” she finally said. “Why don’t you come back later, around midnight when things are less crazy?” The girl glanced at the mob of people behind me. “Most of the crowd from the biker convention should be gone by then.”

  At 11:52 P.M. I was back at the nearly deserted studio, my design in one hand, the cash in the other, and a smile on my face. The woman I’d seen earlier was just getting ready to leave. She smiled at me as she grabbed her stuff. “Hey, I’m glad you came back,” she said. “Our newbie is working the graveyard shift. She’s real good, though.” It really didn’t matter who worked on me, as long as I got what I came for.

  I handed over the money and my design, filled out the paperwork, then made myself comfortable on a reclining chair in a sterile back room. Except for a stool and a low leather-covered table that smelled like it had just been wiped down with antiseptic, the room was bare. With nothing else to do, I closed my eyes and waited.

  “Is this what you want?” My eyes opened at the sound of the familiar voice.

  Ria stood there looking yummy and fuckable in her baggy button-fly jeans and a tank top that shaped her full breasts like clay, offering them up to my eyes for inspection. After two years, she still had the same innocent baby face and cropped black curls. She didn’t seem surprised to see me. Until now I had no idea that she was back in town.

  She was my ex. The one who left me almost two years ago with my first and only broken heart. I gave her a small smile of recognition, then looked down at what she wanted to show me. In her hand was a thin piece of paper with the design I had copied and carried around with me for about a year. It was perfect. “Yes.”

  “Where do you want it?”

  I stood up and showed her the place on the small of my back. “All right. Take off your shirt and lie face down on the table. Straddle it.” I did what I was told. My bare nipples hardened when they touched the cold leather. Ria arranged my hips at the very edge of the table, then touched my spread thighs once as if she couldn’t help herself. She rolled the stool closer to the table and sat down.

  My mind blanked as she tended to me, bathing my lower back with something that cooled my skin.

  “Relax.” Her breath shivered against that cool place.

  I remembered that tone from years ago, how it had lulled me into trusting and yielding to her. It worked its magic on me now, softening my body, preparing me. Did she treat all her clients this way? Not that it mattered. We weren’t together anymore.

  With the touch of her gloved hand on my back I remembered what had drawn me to this girl. Her pierced labret made me wet the first time I saw her. All I could think about then was sitting on her face.

  The first touch of the needle sent a shock wave of pain through my body. It made me remember how often she’d made me come just by touching me, once, then whispering a firm command in my ear.

  The steady buzz increased the pain until I bathed in it. My teeth clenched.

  “Relax. This is supposed to be fun, right?” I could imagine the ironic curve of her mouth—that sweet red thing—as she said that.

  I’d worn pants that unzipped in the back, just in case taking my shirt off wouldn’t be enough. I felt her hands on that zipper now, easing it down to bare the slope of my ass. Again, there was a coolness, then the heat of her hand on me. Just like I remembered, she was a furnace, all fire and stillness, inviting me to move under or over her. This time I stayed still, breathing slowly through my mouth.

  The needle moved again over my flesh, startling pinpricks of sensation that pushed tears from my eyes. Pleasure came slowly, like a fever. It started under the needle, then spread to the point of contact between her skin and mine. Again, I wanted to move and ease the tension between my thighs, but I didn’t. I couldn’t.

  The door was closed and we were alone. I could hear her breath, the needle, my breath, and the squeak of leather as I tried to relieve the ache in my nipples.

  When she left me two years ago, I had been out of my mind with pain. I would have done anything to keep her. Except put up with her bullshit. She didn’t want me; what she wanted was a toy to play with, then toss aside whenever her mood changed. And Ria almost had me like that. She was all I had ever wanted in a woman—clever, ambidextrous hands paired with a wicked imagination. We would have fuck sessions that kept me from concentrating on my work the next day, that left me raw and still wanting more.

  The needle swept across my skin, drawing up pain and blood. I felt her hand wipe it away, gently. This was nothing new. Often, after long hours of feeding on each other, with blood near or on the surface of our skin, she would tend to me first, wiping me clean with a warm rag, then kissing my cheeks and forehead. At those times, she made me feel like the luckiest dyke in the world.

  The vibrations from the needle held my whole body captive, drumming into my bones, the skin over my back and hips. We had long ago passed the stage of foreplay. My body was being tuned by her skillful hand, vibrating on the edge of fulfillment and release. And just when I thought I would fall over, she took the needle away and wiped my skin.

  My body was drenched in sweat. My neck, the flesh between and under my breasts,
my back. All wet.

  “I don’t think you’re relaxed enough.”

  My breath was heavy. “I’ll feel better after you finish.”

  Ria got up from the stool and came up closer behind me, her jeans brushing against my thighs. All the while the needle continued its dance over my flesh.

  She hadn’t been there when I got my first tattoo. But I had told her how it was, how my skin felt like it wanted to jump off my body and hide. Even my brother’s hand clenched between mine hadn’t been enough to stem the urge to take it all back.

  As her body pressed against me, I could feel that she was packing. A quick breath hissed through my teeth.

  The needle stopped and I felt her smooth something on the rawness at my lower back. Ria’s hands settled on my hips, her fingers poised like question marks between my pants and my skin.

  “Yes?” she asked from behind me.

  “Uh-huh.” I gasped my agreement through the droplets of sweat that clung to my mouth. Suddenly parched, I licked the saltiness away.

  My hips rose up to allow Ria whatever she wanted. She took off my pants, then gently pushed me forward against the table. Tears of relief fell to the leather under my face. Her fingers found me first: wet, wanting. A low noise of protest scraped against my throat. I wanted Ria to fuck me, but not with her damn fingers.

  “Open this.” She pressed a plastic-wrapped condom against my mouth. I ripped the package open with my teeth, gasping as she teased my clit and rubbed her fingers through drenched pussy hairs to my clenched belly, then back down again. Behind me, I heard the buttons of her jeans pop open.

  The first stroke made me gasp. This was a bigger dick than the one she packed when we were together. It filled me, sliding deep inside where I could feel it, squeeze it.

  I remembered how Ria liked to lie on top of me, curling into my back like a child while her hips pistoned against my ass. She arched over me now, careful not to rub my new tattoo raw. I could smell her pussy. Fabric rustled behind me and I felt the hard points of her nipples against my back, the crush of her breasts. Ria pushed slowly into me, pulling a low moan from my throat and driving my fingers into the leather of the table. Her jeans were rough against the backs of my thighs. She pressed us together, keeping still. Her fingers brushed my nipples, feather light, leaving electric tingles in their wake.