The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica (47 page)

The elasticized top I wore that night was now positioned underneath my large breasts; like a push-up bra, it held them in place while she caressed and fondled them. She was forceful and I liked
that. I enjoyed being the sub in any relationship, and she played her part well. Her large blue eyes looked straight into mine as she sucked and squeezed both breasts, biting them as she snarled at
me like a wild animal. In her eyes, I could see the passion, in her breathing I could feel the excitement, and I wanted her to fuck me. My God, how I wanted her to fuck me!

At precisely the wrong moment, the taxi turned the corner and the headlights shone into the dark porch. The sign on the top was not the rank I had booked. It was Emily’s taxi, and she
kissed me on the cheek and skipped off down the drive. As the car door opened, she bend forward and her G-string deliberately flashed underneath her denim skirt as she bounced into the seat. My
taxi followed shortly afterwards and I yelled goodbye to Paul. There was no response; he must have been asleep. As I was climbing into bed that night, my mobile bleeped; the sender was Em, and the
message read “X”.

The following morning, I woke from what I thought was a dream, a very wet dream. I looked at my phone and realized it was 8.30 – I was late for work again. I ran into the bathroom and
turned on the shower, tossed some clothes on the bed and had the quickest wash in history, then threw on my jeans and T-shirt, tripping over Bob my little border terrier on the way down the stairs.
I threw my jacket over my bag and headed through the door, dog in arms. Bob came to work with me at the farm, where I was the bookkeeper for a local farmer. I loved my job, and my employer was so
laid back; I worked hard for him, and was rewarded with a good salary and flexible working hours. Being allowed to take my dog to work was of course a bonus.

I tried all day to concentrate on finding the twenty-seven pence I had somehow mislaid in the books somewhere, but my mind was on the events of the previous evening and it was a fruitless
exercise. During my tuna sandwich, I received another text message from Em suggesting we had dinner that evening at a nice little Italian close to where I lived. I agreed and told her I would meet
her there at seven thirty. Rob, my boss commented a few times throughout the day how chirpy I seemed, and I had to agree. Surely it wasn’t that obvious? I shook my head to rid myself of horny
thoughts as I jumped into my little black MG that evening and headed for home.

The heating was roaring full blast when I got in, and I raced upstairs to light some candles and run a hot bath. As I poured myself a large glass of red, the back door opened; it was my friend
Sandy from next door. The usual format for a Wednesday night was a few cups of coffee with Sandy, and discussions about plans for the weekend, but tonight I had my own plans. I explained that I had
a date, which wasn’t a good idea, because then she demanded to know more. What was his name, where did I meet him, was he hot? I made my apologies and escorted her to the door, promising I
would fill her in on all the details the following evening. She smiled, and told me to enjoy myself. I fully intended to. I locked the door, grabbed my wine and headed up to my bath.

Relaxing in the bubbles, I picked up the soap and began to lather my breasts; I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I thought about the previous evening, and Emily, and my reaction to her
advances. I could not help myself; and my hands soon wandered further and I fondled myself while thinking of her. The thought of being all shrivelled up for my date forced me to jump out of the
bath and get dried. I blew out the candles, all but one, which I carried into my bedroom. As I put it on the bedside cabinet, I looked at the clock; I had thirty minutes to spare, so I lay on the
bed. It was hot, and I was flushed and wet; my hands began to wander again. I found my erect clit waiting for me and, as I imagined Emily’s face buried deep within it, I became wetter and
wetter. I reached over to the drawer and fished out my faithful rabbit. It fired up slowly and I made a mental note to buy some new batteries. It was nearly flat, I had used it so often. I pressed
the revolving tip hard onto my clit as the little vibrating rabbit head wriggled about my lips. Then I turned it around and stuck the whole thing deep inside me, thrusting hard as the vibrator
shivered against my clit. Next, I turned it around so the vibrating head just touched the tip of my arse while the cock was still deep inside me, swirling around, finding every crevice. As I closed
my eyes tight, I imagined that it was Emily thrusting the huge member deep inside me while licking my clit. This of course made me climax immediately; a taste of things to come?

In the restaurant that evening, I waited in the bar area for Emily to arrive. I noticed the same taxi pull up outside, and knew it was her. She was blown in through the lobby by a strong gust of
wind and her hair swept across her face as she acknowledged me with a little wave. She hung up her jacket on the coat stand and headed for the bar area, pecked me on the cheek and asked if I had
enjoyed my day at work. I listened quietly as she told me about her day, and how much she had been looking forward to our evening together.

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 discussed 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