Lustful Ladies, Volume 1

BOOK: Lustful Ladies, Volume 1
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Contents

Copyright

Toy with Me

Passion Play

Purple Prose

About the author

About A Hotter State

LUSTFUL LADIES

Volume One

Three f/f erotica stories

Copyright © 2013 by Lynn Lake

Cover picture © Depositphotos / Konstantin Tavrov

Published by A Hotter State

ISBN 978-988-12280-9-3

The stories in this ebook have been previously published as standalone titles.

All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The authors hold exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorised duplication is prohibited.

Warning: This title contains graphic language and f/f sex and is suitable for
adults only
.

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Toy with Me

I’ve known Marie since our college days. She’s a tall, thin, vivacious brunette with large brown eyes and long, dark hair. We’ve been fairly close friends on and off for about a decade or so. But I’d never had any sexual feelings for the woman. Until the time I caught her masturbating on my bed with an assortment of my very own dildos and vibrators.

Marie was in town interviewing for a couple of jobs, and she needed a place to stay. I’d enthusiastically suggested that she could use my apartment as her base of operations for the two days she was to be in the city. She could sleep on my pull-out sofa bed. She’d accepted, and the first day and night of her stay had passed happily, if uneventfully. But on the second day, at two-thirty in the afternoon to be precise, things became a whole lot more eventful.

I’d come home early from work with a bit of a headache and upset stomach. Plus, I’d wanted to have lots of time to prepare a special meal for Marie’s last night. But as soon as I opened the door to the apartment, the pain in my head and flutter in my stomach was forgotten, as I heard what I was sure was moaning and groaning coming from my bedroom down the hall.

I dropped my purse and all pretensions of being ill in my rush to check out the sexy noises. And then I almost dug splinters out of the bedroom doorframe with my gripping fingers, as I ogled Marie stretched out on her back on my bed, a dildo sticking out of her bum and one up her pussy, and a vibrator buzzing her clit.
 

All my equipment
, I instantly—and shockingly—recognized. Except for the beautiful lady, of course.

Her lithe, tanned body gleamed in the afternoon sunlight suffusing the room. Her smooth skin dewed with perspiration. Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted back, her face partially obscured by her silky hair; her breasts shuddering and bum clutching and muscles all over her lovely body straining, as she worked my dildos back and forth in her pussy and bum, trying to keep my vibrator on task on her clit.
 

It was obvious the woman needed three hands. Or an extra set of hands.

I bit my lip, staring at the stunning scene. My secret cache of sex toys was spilled out of the closet and onto the carpet. And one of my X-rated DVDs was playing on the small TV set in the bedroom—a lesbian art film entitled
Daughters & Lovers
.
 

I’d always been curious, I guess, although I’d never actually admitted it to myself or anyone else, or done anything about it. But now my curiosity was getting the better of me, my pussy tingling and my nipples stiffening. As I watched my beautiful, naked friend make sweet, passionate love to herself using my pleasure tools.

She was moaning and groaning even louder, and much more authentically, than the girls on-screen, her body quivering with passion. I just had to get a closer look, though I could see everything quite clearly from where I stood. I pulled my fingernails out of the wood and crept closer on my high heels, holding my breath, bulging my unblinking eyes.

Marie didn’t notice me, so engrossed in and enraptured by her self-sexing—although she was still having trouble manipulating all three love-toys at once. I tip-toed on shaking legs and trembling toes right up next to her, to the side of my bed, and gaped down at her. She moaned, her body and face shining, nipples jutting, pussy oozing liquid lust. She had the dildos buried deep in her bum and cunt, the vibrator pressed tight to her button.

“Hi, Claire,” she said, her eyes popping open. “I hope you don’t mind I borrowed a few of your things.”

I was caught in the twin beams of her sparkling eyes, busted, and lusting. My face burned redder and my knees almost gave out, my pussy surging and nipples shooting stiff. “Uh, no… I, uh, don’t… mind,” I babbled. I was so overwrought I didn’t know what to say.
 

I was also overdressed, in my white blouse and black skirt and heels—it was like wearing a parka to an orgy. I stood riveted to the spot, my eyes wandering all over Marie’s lean, luscious body, staring into her bright, shiny eyes.

“I just had to let off some steam after my last interview,” she explained.

The vibrator slid out of her hand and off her clit onto the bedspread. “Since you’re home, would you mind helping me out, Claire? I could really use an extra pair of hands.”

That’s exactly what I’d thought. Only, I’d never thought about it being my pair of hands. Although, there was no one more experienced with those particular instruments of joy that Marie had selected to use on herself.

Marie reached up and grasped my hand, pulled it down to the red dildo in her pussy. I instinctively gripped Spicy Cinnamon—as I’d nicknamed the toy—and sat down on the edge of the bed. I wrapped my other hand around Slim Blue in Marie’s bum. And as she brought her legs up and moaned, I started pumping Cinnamon back and forth in her pussy, Blue back and forth in her butt.

It seemed so natural, helping out a friend in need. And the toys fitted my hands so well while flooding my mind with warm memories. They bulged Marie’s tunnel and chute, as I plunged them to and fro inside of her.

She’d lubed well. Her swollen pussy lips glistened right in front of me, around Cinnamon, her stretched bum hole seeming to suck on Blue. Freed of the task of plunging the dildo in her pussy, she applied the buzzing vibrator to her clit, hard, and clasped one of her tits with her other hand, pulling on her rigid nipple.
 

I licked my lips, my face and pussy going as damp as Marie’s, pistoning the plastic toys inside her holes, staring at them, at her. Hardly believing what I was doing; wanting to believe I was just being a good host, but knowing it was much, much more than that. I could feel the sexual heat of the woman, her sweet scent filling my dizzy head, my fingers bumping against the taut, warm skin of her bum and the damp, wrinkly skin of her pussy lips.

“Oh, God, Claire. Yes. That feels so good. Fuck me, Claire. Fuck me!”

I was fucking another woman. I was fucking my friend. She glared up into my gaping eyes and kneaded her cupcake tits, pulled on her rubbery nipples, vibrating her clit as hard as she could. And I pumped faster and harder, driving the pair of dildos into her pussy and bum, my teeth clenching and my nostrils flaring.

That’s when she cried out, “Use your fingers, Claire. Fuck me with your fingers.” I couldn’t yank the dildos out of her and replace them with my fingers fast enough.

I jammed three fingers of my right hand into her pussy, two of my left into her bum. And I shuddered even harder and more torridly than she did.

Marie was sopping wet and oven-hot. I’d never touched another woman’s privates before, let alone jammed my fingers inside them. Marie’s pussy and ass clamped onto my digits, each tunnel silken in texture, burning with heat. My arms trembled, my fingers jumping inside of her.

“Fuck me,” she screamed.

I let my fingers fly, quick and deep as the dildos, urgently pumping Marie’s pussy and bum. Then her body suddenly went stiff, her legs kicking out straight, almost knocking me right off the bed. Her mouth burst wide open, but no scream came.

But she came, hard and repeatedly. She spasmed violently, her pussy and ass convulsing around my plugged-in digits, the vibrator against her clit. I kept pumping, amazed, astounded, aroused like I’d never been before. I was making a woman come. She was climaxing right in front of me and all over me, her juices coating the knuckles of my right hand.

When she finally calmed down, her eyelids fluttered open. She smiled at me and extended her arms. I just had to fall into them, drape my hot and bothered—still clothed—body over her smoking hot nude body.
 

Marie wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. I kissed her back on her soft, wet, red lips. It was warm and wonderful and oh-so-sensuous. She swirled her pink tongue around my parted lips and I glowed with fervour. I stuck out my tongue, entwined it with Marie’s, my entire body, from squished nipples to undulating pussy, pulsating with delight.

She helped me strip off my clothes, then rolled me over and lay on top of me, our bare bodies melding together. My breasts were bigger than hers, my skin much paler, my ginger hair just as long—and my need even greater than hers had been earlier. We kissed, our hard nipples and soft breasts pressing together, our moist pussies touching. I shimmered all over.

Marie kissed her way from my mouth to my chin, down my neck to my chest. I quivered with emotion, as she clasped my breasts together and kissed the throbbing pink tips, one after the other. The fact she was a woman made no difference anymore, only made it better, because she knew all the hot spots, the pressure points that all women know on their bodies. When she squeezed my tits and twirled her tongue around first one nipple and then the other, I arched up off the bed and into her knowing hands and mouth.

Marie gazed into my eyes while flicking her tongue against my nipples, a smile displayed on her lips. And then she sucked one of my needful buds into her mouth and tugged on it with those plush lips of hers.

Marie sucked and sucked on my one nipple, vaccing it almost right off my boob. Before letting it snap out of her mouth, so she could inhale my other nipple and nurse on that one for a while. She kneaded my tits and sucked the tips so hard I thought my nipples would pop right off into her mouth. And in a dark corner of my addled mind, I thought her succulent mouth would be heading lower, to that soaking wet slit of mine that was pulsing with a wanton desire to be licked.

But Marie had another idea in mind. She suddenly spat my nipple out of her mouth, wet and tingling, and dropped my tits from her hands, hot and buzzing. “There was something else in your toy box that I wanted to try,” she announced playfully.

I gulped, watching her swing off the bed and drop down onto her knees on the carpet. Her bum cheeks looked adorable squished against her heels as she dug around in my box of sex toys. I gripped the bedspread and almost swallowed my tongue, when she suddenly yelped and sprang up, holding a strap-on I’d never seen before.

“That isn’t mine,” I whispered.

She cocked her pretty head to one side. “It is now.” She stepped into the black leather harness and secured it tightly to her hips and against her pussy. I couldn’t help but stare at the ten-inch black dong that protruded from the front of the strap-on—from Marie’s loins.

I didn’t have time to protest, if I’d even intended to. Because Marie was back on the bed, on her knees in between my legs. She lubed the immense dong, swirling her hand up and down its smooth length, smiling down at me. I sort of smiled up at her, trembling all over and inside.
 

Marie lay on top of me again, the dong pressing into my belly in between us. Then she arched her hips and inserted the tip of the dildo into my pussy before plunging the rest of it deep inside of me with a thrust of her hips.

“Oh my god,” I gushed.

Marie kissed me again, squeezed my breasts again, draped over me again. Only now she pumped her hips, sawing that strapped-on silicone cock of hers back and forth in my pussy. I swelled with heat and damp and delight, knowing how she’d felt earlier, feeling so very good about answering her very personal call for assistance.

I grabbed onto Marie’s butt cheeks. They clenched and clutched under my fingers, as she fucked me with the strap-on. Our tongues wrapped together, our bodies melding again, the bed rocking and my breath coming in gasps. Marie pounded into my pussy, driving me wild, to the absolute endpoint of all resistance.
 

And that’s when she pulled back, out. Leaving me gasping, my grip on reality gone.

“Since you treated me, I’d better treat you,” I heard her say. And then felt her slide a pillow under my bum, press the tip of her dong against the puckered opening of my anus.

My eyes popped wide, my body and buttocks wildly tensing. Too late. Too damn, deliciously late. The tip of Marie’s dong flowered my rosebud and the shaft slid inside my chute, slowly, gently, but resolutely. My head and body felt like they’d explode under the pressure. Marie’s thighs kissed up against my quivering bum cheeks and her dong burrowed into my ass.

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