The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica (5 page)

“Eeh, no,” said Sharon as she saw my face appear at the door. Karen laughed. “Come in,” she said. “Why not?” and she pushed the vibrator up as far as it would
go and switched the power up a level. Sharon went rigid and began to moan. Her arse cheeks started clenching and unclenching around the black rod that protruded from between them, and – the
time for proper language was long since past – her cunt gaped wet below. Karen giggled and began to wiggle the vibrator, pulling it slowly out and then pushing it slowly back home.

“Hang on,” she said, and leaving the black wand in Sharon’s arse, lurched off the bed to pick up a flesh-feel vibrator moulded like a cock. She switched it on, said,
“Hold on to your socks, pet,” and slid it smoothly into Sharon’s cunt. Sharon began to writhe as the two vibrators buzzed inside her. “Oh God,” she said in a choked
voice, and then her arse clenched tight and she stayed rigid like that for a full minute as we watched her come.

Karen signed my order form. As I left, she was strapping a butterfly vibrator around her hips. She switched it on and fell back on the bed beside Sharon, pressing the moulded shape against her
cunt with both hands.

When I knocked on the next door, there was no answer. I opened it quietly. Irene lay on the bed fast asleep. Her red dress was pulled up around her waist and her legs were wide apart, knickers
hanging off one ankle. Her hands were clasped loosely round the last two inches of a ten-inch black dildo – the rest of it was inside her. As I watched, she snored and almost woke up. Then,
in her sleep, began to move the dildo as if it was a gear lever. Her legs opened wider and a smile spread across her face. I left an order form on the bed beside her.

My knock at the next door along was answered immediately. “Come in.” It was Jeanette’s voice. “Eeh, Pauline,” she said, in some embarrassment. “I thought it
was Irene.”

She was naked except for a pair of thigh-high red PVC boots with spike heels and she was trying to buckle herself into a two-way strap-on dildo.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “Nothing I haven’t seen before. Having trouble?”

“Oh, it’s all right, pet.” She made as if to put the strap-on down.

“No, here. Let me help you. Lie on the bed.”

She hesitated, then lay down with her hands over her crotch.

“Open up.”

She hesitated again, then removed her hands and spread her legs. Her fanny was shaven bald. She was blushing.

I raised an eyebrow.

“It just feels a bit cooler that way,” she said.

I picked up the dildo and put the head of one end against her smooth cunt lips. Jeanette closed her eyes. I worked it a bit, and with a wet slurpy sound, the head went in. Jeanette rolled her
hips a little. I rotated it gently and pushed.

“It’s a big one,” I said. “You’ll have to help.”

She reached down, still with her eyes closed, grabbed the shaft of the dildo and started to work it up into her cunt. I pushed gently on the other end and all at once she gasped and it slid
home, all the way. All that could be seen from the outside was the other end, curving up from between her legs like a big pink cock. I buckled the straps and she stood up, her breath catching as it
moved inside her. “Where’s Irene?” she said in a thick voice.

I led her to the room I’d just left. The black dildo was hanging half out of her, but Irene was still asleep.

“The dirty cow,” said Jeanette drunkenly. She crawled up onto the bed, her own dildo swinging, and pulled Irene’s out and threw it on the floor. Irene woke up with a start, but
Jeanette was already locating the head of her strap-on between her friend’s legs.

“Eeh, Jeanette,” said Irene, but Jeanette ignored her, and with three hard thrusts, drove the shaft home. Now there was a dildo inside Irene and a dildo inside Jeanette and neither
of them was visible. But they were joined, cunt to cunt, and only the slightest movement was necessary for them to fuck each other very effectively indeed.

Irene was so drunk she was still half asleep. She didn’t open her eyes, just grabbed Jeanette’s arse and started humping. Then she lifted her legs and clasped them round
Jeanette’s back. That was when they both started to come. I was fascinated, couldn’t stop watching Jeanette’s arse, couldn’t take my eyes away until they’d finished.
They were both past their prime. There wasn’t much firmness. Their bodies showed few elegant lines. But I thought they were beautiful. They were certainly real.

Jeanette pulled herself free with a plopping sound and staggered to the door on wobbly legs.

The last door, at the end of the passage, was wide open. Standing upright on the floor, attached by a huge suction cup, was a twenty-inch electric dildo, so thick my hands wouldn’t have
met round it. Rene, all sixteen stone of her, was standing over it, and as I watched, she slowly squatted until the end was against her cunt. She shimmied a bit to get it located, and then she
simply continued squatting, taking that massive thing up her like a piston sliding into its cylinder. When she’d gone down as far as she could, she sat back with her hands behind her, the
dildo bending on its flexible base, then lay down on her back and shuffled herself forward onto the big shaft. It took her a while, but eventually, more than half of it had disappeared inside her
and her cunt lips were stretched wide around it like elastic bands. She grunted and switched it on from the remote control beside her. A low smooth hum came from inside her. The dildo was so
powerful it made the flesh of her thighs wobble.

“I’ll have one of these, Pauline.” she said. Then, “You can piss off now – I’ve got work to do.”

As I closed the door I heard the electric motor start to work harder.

Downstairs, Kathy was watching the end of the video. “Eeh, Pauline,” she said, hurriedly straightening the skirt of her dress. “You gave us a fright.”

“Enjoy it?”

“Oh yes. It’s been an eye-opener.” She looked shy all of a sudden. “I’ve always liked women’s bodies more than men’s.” She blushed. “I
don’t know if it means I’m queer, but I sometimes . . . like to look at my own body in the mirror.”

She dropped her eyes. “But I don’t think I could use one of those buzzy things, Pauline.”

“No need to, Kathy,” I said. I looked her in the eye. “If you’re game?”

She nodded, almost imperceptibly, and stood up. I put my arms around her. She shivered, but then I felt her arms go round my back. I began to kiss her, gently, letting my tongue dart between her
lips as she stiffened, then relaxed. “Oh, Pauline,” she said, and began to kiss me hard.

I grabbed the back of her dress and pulled it up until I could get my hands down the back of her knickers. I squeezed her arse and pulled her against me. She was very excited and had to take her
mouth away from mine to breathe.

I unzipped her dress and unfastened her bra, then pushed her away a little so that she could let them fall around her feet. Then I knelt and began to lick and suck her nipples. They went hard in
my mouth and I felt a thrill go all the way down to my cunt. As I chewed at her, I pulled her knickers down. When she stepped out of them I pushed her gently over to the couch. She fell back and
spread her legs, shyly – yes, it is possible to do that shyly, and it’s a huge turn-on. I buried my face in her bush. It smelled fragrant, and when my tongue penetrated the coarse hair,
I plunged it deep into her cunt, feeling her juices coat my mouth. I opened her wide with my fingers and then took as much of her into my mouth as I could, sucking almost the whole of her cunt,
chewing and nibbling at it gently with my teeth.

She stiffened and I knew she was close. Not yet. I stood to take my own clothes off, and as I unbuttoned and unclipped, she lay there with her legs wide open for me, and began to pull at her
nipples with a sly little grin on her face. Quick learner.

I pulled my top off over my head and, while I was blind, she stood and came up behind me. She pushed her wet cunt against my arse and took my tits in her hands. She stroked them and pulled at
the nipples, then let one hand trail down my stomach and my bush until its middle finger was deep inside my cunt. I pushed back against her and bent over. She fumbled behind me and then her finger
slid into me, then another finger, and another, until almost her whole hand was in me. She began to move it in and out, brushing the nipples of my hanging tits with the palm of her other hand.

It was time. I pulled her down to the floor and when she was lying flat, I moved round behind her until I was kneeling over her head. Her tongue licked my swollen lips, sucked at them, and then
I moved along her body until my head was over her crotch. I put my arms around her thighs and slowly buried my face in her wet cunt, and at the same time, felt her arms go around my thighs and her
face plunge into my own cunt. My tits were squashed against her belly as I sucked her and I could feel her nipples hard against my legs.

Our tongues went in and out, our lips gripped fleshier, more complicated lips, our teeth nibbled gently at our clits as we strained to open up for each other. When I came I pressed my fanny hard
against her mouth and felt her doing the same. We ate each other up.

When we eventually pulled apart, Kathy lay back exhausted. Her face was wet with me and mine with her. We kissed.

It doesn’t pay that well, my job. It’s the perks that make it worthwhile.

Taking Stock

Susan Wallace

Sue gently rubbed her clitoris, sparks of pleasure making her body quiver and jump beneath the pale bed covers. Her eyes were tightly shut as she drew closer to orgasm and
imagined her manageress cornering her in the basement stockroom of the stationers. Miss Sear’s lips were pressed to hers in a heated embrace that filled her with longing. She was pinned to
the wall by the older woman’s body, held in place as hands explored her chest, toyed with her small breasts.

The movement of Sue’s finger quickened and its pressure increased on her clitoris as her mind’s eye was filled with the erotic scenes of fantasy. Her breathing grew with her lust,
skin becoming flushed, back arching slightly as the orgasm built to a crescendo and then rolled warmly out through her body in intensely pleasing waves.

Her finger’s movement slowed and a satisfied smile curled her thick lips. Sue’s eyes opened and she stared up at the ceiling, the room coated with a soft orange glow from the
streetlight outside. She savoured the sensations as her thoughts turned to the next time she’d see Miss Sear; at work the following day.

Slowly sleep came upon her, its peacefulness aided and abetted by the gentle tapping of rain upon the window pane.

The next day Sue stood at the till behind the white counter at the front of the shop. She’d been working at the stationer’s for nearly three months and her staff assessment was due
at any time. The other two shop-floor staff, Kerry and Clare, were down in the basement stockroom and Miss Sear was on her lunch break. Sue had been left alone, but didn’t want to have to
call the manageress down from the staff lounge, especially after she’d confidently told Sue that she’d fit in just fine. It wasn’t that she couldn’t handle the till, she was
just worried about customer enquiries which she’d be unable to answer. As it turned out, this worry was well founded.

“Do you have any A4 address books in brown leather?” asked the elderly lady with a sour face cross-hatched by deep wrinkles, a white bobble hat covering most of her grey curls.

“Erm . . .” responded Sue awkwardly, glancing over at the door on the other side of the store which led to the stairwell and nervously toying with a length of jet black hair, hoping
that one of her co-workers would appear.

“Well?” demanded the old lady impatiently.

Sue flushed, partly in annoyance and partly in frustration. She wasn’t supposed to leave the till unattended and certainly wasn’t supposed to leave the shop floor completely devoid
of staff. If she was caught doing so then Miss Sear would soon take back her vote of confidence.

“I’ll go and check for you,” said Sue after a moment’s thought.

She signed off the till and stepped around the counter, nearly tripping over the old woman’s tartan shopping basket.

“Could you hurry up,” said the old lady.

Sue strode down the aisle of envelopes to the rear of the shop and opened the white, “staff only” door.

“Kerry? Clare?” she called down the stairwell, hearing her voice echo slightly up the stairs to the first floor where the staff lounge and office were located and then back down to
the basement door below.

There was no answer.

Sue looked back along the aisle as she held the door open. The old lady glared back at her and then glanced meaningfully at her watch.

Sue rolled her eyes and trotted down the stairs after quickly looking round the shop, seeing only two other customers on this dreary Wednesday morning.

When she reached the bottom Sue was confronted by lines of heavily stocked shelves. It was then, as she peered down the length of the stockroom trying to catch a glimpse of her coworkers, that
Sue heard the faint sounds of Kerry moaning.

Sue quickly walked further into the depths of the long room and as she drew closer to the noises her pace slowed. The sounds were of pleasure, and deep pleasure if she was any judge.

The moans and groans were coming from around the next line of shelves. Sue wasn’t brave enough to step round and come face to face with whatever was going on between the piles of box files
and diaries so she quietly stepped down the aisle beside her.

With pulse quickening, Sue tried to find a gap in the piles of stock where she’d be able to spy what was happening on the other side of the shelving.

She suddenly went still. Between the piled reams of paper she saw them. Kerry was leaning against the shelves opposite, her head back as she continued to make sounds of pleasure, strands of
long, strawberry blonde hair sticking to the sweat on her forehead. Her black trousers were nowhere in sight, her smooth, white hips and legs revealed.

Clare’s head was buried between Kerry’s parted legs and Sue could hear the sounds of her tongue lapping and probing greedily, her hands reaching up to fondle her friend’s large
breasts beneath the white blouse Kerry was still wearing. Kerry’s fingers held Clare’s bobbed brown hair as she let the sexual excitement consume her.