Lustful Ladies, Volume 1 (4 page)

“Yahoo!” she yelped, the story idea clicking back into focus. She set off on the keys at a gallop.

The door burst open, and a woman stumbled inside. “Oh, hiya, honey! Got any dildos for a group of ladies in need?”

Lillian’s fingers froze on the keys. The woman was completely naked except for the pink flapper bonnet covering most of her bobbed black hair; a young woman not much older than Lillian. She was long and lean, with full, hanging breasts sporting upturned pink nipples. She had a mole on her left cheek and right thigh and clutched a bottle of bathtub gin in her left hand.

“No… I… what?”

The woman gestured with her right hand. “No matter. C’mon. C’mon, then. Room for one more.” She staggered right up to Lillian and grabbed her by the arm, pulled her out of the room and across the hallway, into a larger suite filled with eleven other women—all flappers, all naked, all having sexual fun with one another.

It was an all-girl orgy! Lillian gaped. There were women kissing and caressing on the sofa, humping into one another against the walls, sixty-nining on the floor, strap-on fucking on the bed. Debauchery of the kind Lillian could only dream about back home.

“We’re having a sort of sorority party,” her host slurred in her ear from behind. “But everyone’s welcome—everyone with a pussy, that is.”

Lillian quickly shed her clothes and felt one of the woman’s hands slide across her stomach and down over her pussy to cup her furred mound. She tilted her head back onto the taller woman’s shoulder and moaned. She was still wet and tingling from her earlier unexpected escapades in bed and bathroom.

“I’m Louise,” the woman murmured, squeezing Lillian’s pussy. “The others are my Sapphic sisters.” Louise pushed Lillian’s head to the side and slipped her tongue into Lillian’s mouth.

Then Louise forked three fingers into Lillian’s pussy and pumped, the pair twining their tongues. The story could wait, Lillian concluded, fiction taking a backseat to fantasy.

The twosome were approached by a petite, busty blonde in a flapper hat. She grasped Lillian’s breasts by way of introduction, blossomed her painted lips over one of Lillian’s nipples and sucked on it as Louise bit into Lillian’s neck and knuckled Lillian’s pussy.

Women fucked and sucked and ground together all around, the smell of wet steaming sexes funking the room, the sounds of frenzied lapping and coupling filling it. Lillian was passed around like a new sex toy herself, for the amusement and pleasure of the other young women, and herself. A brunette scissored in between her legs and scoured her pussy against Lillian’s, as a redhead lowered her own damp cunt onto Lillian’s mouth, and the girl licked like a kitten at cream.

Her own pussy was eaten, her nipples ravaged, her mouth filled with flaps and fur. Fingers and tongues entered her, and she lapped in between trembling buttocks, penetrated rosebuds with digits and tongue. Until, finally, pantingly, furniture was shoved back and she was spilled onto the carpet with all the other young women, encircled in a daisy chain, thirteen girls buried face-first in between thirteen sets of legs.

Lillian clutched the raised leg of the woman in front of her and licked the dark-furred, pink-petaled pussy with a feverish fury. Someone was lapping her pussy, painting her lips with their wet, beaded tongue, dragging Lillian to the very edge of total release. The whole head-bobbing, tongue-stroking circle was moaning with impending, explosive orgasm, fingers digging into hot flesh, tongues into molten pussies.

Someone cried out, coming, setting off a white-hot chain reaction. The circle surged, quivered, screamed in Sapphic unison. Lillian shuddered and slurped wildly, tongued to bursting with raw emotion, flooding with heated, wet waves of utter bliss. She shrieked into pussy, as her own pussy was bathed with a cry of equal delight; the entire chain writhing with wanton abandon.

* * *

Bill Brisbane’s bloodshot eyes bulged out. His hairy hands clutching the typewritten sheets shook. Then he blew out his cheeks and his cigar and stared at Lillian sitting demurely across the desk from him. “I… you…” He gave his grizzled head a shake, slammed the story down onto his desk. “What do you call this?”

Lillian batted her eyelashes, blushing fiercely. “Um, Mounted Ladies, sir. I, um, just got the idea… and couldn’t stop typing.”

“How did you know about the
purple market
?”

“The what?”

Brisbane grunted. “The market for
saucy
stories. We turn out a few purple pulps, too, everyone does. And this,” he picked up Lillian’s torrid tale of the two trailblazing cowgirls free-ranging over each other far from their boys and the strictures of the west, culled from the action-packed cover painting, “is as purple as I’ve ever seen. Lavender, you could say.”

Lillian smiled softly. “I like purple prose.”

Brisbane snorted. “So does Millicent Fullbright. She’s the editor of our saucy books. Know her?”

The smile widened on Lillian’s soft, wet, red lips. “I’ve met her, yes.”

Brisbane studied the girl. “You and her are going to get along just fine. Take her your story. Tell her I sent you. And here’s a voucher for 150 beans you can take to accounting while you’re at it.”

Lillian leapt up and grabbed onto her yarn and the voucher.
 

She knew all along she had the passion to make it as a pulpster.

About the author

Lynn Lake's writing credits include Hustler Fantasies, Leg Sex, 18eighteen, Feminine Zone, Readerotica.com, and stories in the anthologies Truckers, After Midnight, Sex & Seduction, Sex & Submission, Five Minute Fantasies, Spank Me, Satisfy Me, Ultimate Sins, Ultimate Uniforms, Seriously Sexy, Girl Fun, Sex At Work, Best of Both, Wanton Women, Dark Desires, Partner Swap, Explicit Encounters, Crimes of Passion, Purple Panties 2, Indecent Proposals, Chocolate Flava 3 & 4, The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica, and The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions.

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