Lesbian Erotica,
"Carnal Coils" a sex story by Catherine DeFores
I followed Lucy up the stairs to her apartment door. I couldn't help but let my eyes wander over her short, willowy frame. Her long, wavy, auburn hair swayed down her back. We had just had our first dinner together, and I couldn't believe my fortune in getting to spend time with this beautiful, shy, mystical woman.
She unlocked the door and we walked over the threshold. My eyes swept the room.
"So, where's this Sammy character you've been talking about?" I asked as lightly as I could. Lucy was gazing into my eyes, but I broke eye contact to look around dark corners for her reported 12-foot Burmese Python, whom she had gushed over at dinner.
"Probably curled up somewhere sleeping off his meal."
I nodded in response, barely hearing Lucy's words..
All evening, I had wanted to be close to Lucy, alone with her. During dinner she had felt distant, almost somber. She acted detached in a way, as if she was waiting for me to share something that warranted some warmth. Later, as we spent some time at the bar, she softened her vigilance a little, occasionally leaning close, trying to talk or listen over the loud music and flocks of people around us.
We danced and it felt wonderful to have my arms around her, have her in my power, or so I thought. She wore a fascinating, elusive fragrance, and I asked her what it was. She stroked my shoulder, chuckled in my ear. I never did get an answer, as her hand moved to my hair and I momentarily forgot whatever it was I had asked.
Lucy dropped her keys on a table and left her shoes in the corner. She smiled, watching me watch her.
"Would you like to stay awhile?" she asked, her voice in itself a caress.
My chest tightened but my jaw loosened, and I nodded to her, elated at the offer. She seemed like an elusive shadow to me. As I tried to think of something to say, Lucy smiled, reaching for my hands, and I let her pull my very willing body closer to her. She stroked my hands, then took them around her own waist. I could smell the cigarette smoke from the bar, almost an afterthought against the unique scent of her cologne.
Lucy gently touched her lips to my neck, moved up to my ear, drawn like a magnet to my mouth. I opened up to her, willing to give her what she seemed to be searching for. She almost grew against me, a wave, as her hunger reached out for me. Each kiss led me further, drew me deeper into her own need. I could feel the outline of her warm curves against the fabric of the clothing at her waist. Her hands moved over me, darted under my clothes and found my skin beneath, stroking and squeezing , pulling my very will against hers.
I sighed against her cheek, my heart pounding and reaching out to her at the same time. Her hands caressed my shoulders and arms.
Suddenly, she stopped rubbing me and she gripped my hands at her waist. She leaned against me. Come to bed with me," she whispered, her eyes glinting as she looked into my face.
I took a breath, let it out. I hadn't expect this. I lifted one of her hands and pressed it to my mouth. "Beautiful...we're not going too fast ..?"
She reached up and stroked my cheek. "No," she purred. "Not if you want this too." She drew me further into her room.
Lucy sat on the edge of the bed and shed her clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. She reached behind her back, her muscles pulling her breasts up in the black bra as she stretched. The bra slid off into her lap and she slipped it to the floor where it coiled on top of her other things.
I started to draw my own shirt and trousers off, but she pulled me close, one arm around my hips, checking the downward slide of my clothes, and ran her fingers lightly over my stomach. She buried her face against my belly as her hands then went to work, now busily pushing away my clothing. Wrapping her legs around mine, she pulled me on top of her, onto the bed.
I lay against her, our faces close. Our lips lightly touched, and I felt what I had only sensed before: Lucy's appetite for me. The notion that I had awakened it was a powerful thing to me. Moaning as her desire fed mine, I trailed an invisible electric line with my lips to her ear. She leaned into the caress. As I kissed her neck, Lucy freed one leg to lay casually over the back of mine, then pressed against me, pinning me to her.
She turned us over so that she straddled me, her knees on either side sinking into the covers. I could feel her studying me as she moved my knees apart, planting her own firmly between my wide open thighs. I felt a surge of excitement as she took my wrists and pushed them up against the bed; I pushed back playfully but there was no give in Lucy's grip. My breath caught in my chest at her fierce strength.
It was her turn to run her lips lightly down my cheek to my neck. I felt a thrill building up inside me - desire for this beautiful woman, but also fear, as I had never been held so immobile. I felt myself begin to squirm against her, and then she rolled more tightly into me, kissing my collarbone, her soft lips moving to my breasts. Her hair trailed after, down my skin. My hips began to move beyond my will on her warm, soft skin. Lucy trailed the fingers of one hand down, to cup my breast and bring it to her mouth.
I felt the bedcovers pull away from us. I reached out my hand and felt something slide dryly past. I knew I stiffened as my breath caught in my throat. Lucy's mouth on my breast stilled.
"What's the matter?" she whispered.
"I found Sammy," I breathed back, ready to leap in fear right out of the bed.
"Good." Lucy's lips curved into a smile against my skin.
I was silent for a few seconds. "Up here on the bed," I added.
Lucy moved up and nuzzled my neck, then stopped when I did not respond. "That's okay. He likes our body heat." She slid down to lay against me. When I remained still, she rolled herself on top of me. We could feel Sammy move over the pillow and loom over my right shoulder.
"He won't hurt anything being up here. If he's a problem, I'll move him, okay?" She kissed me on the lips.
I slowly nodded, my fingers coming up to take hold of her arm. "You mean, we should just leave him?" I felt Sammy's tongue waving, exploring the space between us, before he moved. He slid over my shoulder and next to our bodies on one side, his scales making a faint rustling against the covers.
She chuckled, patted my stomach, and then rose once more onto her elbows and knees. She waited another moment, and taking my silence for acquiescence, she lowered her head and hunted for my breasts again. I breathed deeply - something like relief but not quite trust - flooding through me as I sensed her muscles relax. First one breast, then the other, she licked and tongued them, pulling them to harden the nipples again.
She moved her leg back between mine, her knee pushing up, snug and tight, spreading my legs wider. My body stirring once more with her urgings, I gave in to the urge to whet my more and more slippery self against her knee.
I felt Sammy's cold skin as he lay against my arm, his muscles moving as he breathed in and out against me. Without warning, Lucy reached down between her legs and tugged Sammy's head up between us. He obligingly slithered through the tangle of our limbs. I felt his weight rest along my chest as he moved up my body, his midsection squeezing between our wedged legs. Lucy moved her leg away, watching me as Sammy's thickest coil fell along my mound. I could feel the tip of his tail coil around my arm and tighten. I cringed, not daring to look down at him.
Lucy pulled my legs together with her own, Sammy's stiff body wedged against my mound. I pushed against Lucy's legs, to loosen or liberate the scaly solid thing that was pushed against me, but she refused to release me, driving us onward with her own enthusiasm. Her legs held me against her in a vice grip as her mouth pulled again at my breast, engulfing it. Her strength was as firm as his.
I felt her body lean forward along mine, as sinewy as our intruder's. Her breath fell in tendrils towards my face, and I felt her soft, savory lips seeking mine. My mouth locked on as if to draw strength from them. Sammy moved between us, squirming upwards, surprisingly gentle for his size. Quickly Lucy released my legs, and his tail flowed to follow his body up my torso and away. Limp with relief, I tried to sit up and move away; but felt Lucy's hands holding me still, as her knee worked its way back up against my mound, forcing my legs apart once more.
Her glittering eyes on me, Lucy worked her other knee in, forcing my legs wider apart. She reached and pulled Sammy once more between us, sending his head around our legs. With the serpent so close again, she pulled herself up to lay full length along my chest, and I found her stomach pressed into my wetness. I spread my legs, rubbing myself against her, felt as our breasts occasionally met. Sammy wound himself around our arms, pulling them even more tightly together.
I felt I was being lifted off my feet, so I blindly reached out and wrapped my arms around Lucy's shoulders, encircling both her and Sammy in an embrace. My left was leg held immobile by Sammy's strong muscles and I hooked my right foot beneath Lucy's rump, urging her on. If she wasn't going to get rid of him, she better not stop. Sammy lay surrounding us, between us, on top of us, barely moving.
I could not free my other leg; I wanted to wrap it around Lucy's behind, get more leverage . . . but it didn't matter. Lucy slid against me; Sammy's braided form became steel bands as I ground helplessly beneath them. Before I could fight it I came, the warm spasm worked its way outward from my belly to my head and limbs. I felt my body convulsing against Lucy's. When it stopped, a warm flush came to my face. Lucy also stilled, her eyes observing me. She smiled wryly in triumph.
I put out a weak hand, pulled Lucy's head close to kiss me on the lips. She thumped Sammy soundly with one hand, and the snake slowly disengaged himself and slid from between us.
I stretched out once more beneath her and tucked a knee up between her legs, which opened deliciously for me. I yearned to explore her wet, silky folds with my fingers. In a wave of motion, I gently rolled her onto her back. Balanced over her leg, I massaged with both hands, working my way down her chest, over her breasts, to her stomach. She seemed so loose and pliant - a change from the steely grip she had only moments before. My hands moved over her abdomen and hips, and I let my fingers dig a little more forcefully into the top of her thighs. She gasped and touched her more gently, letting my fingers trail over the sensitive areas on the insides of her legs.
As I stroked her inner thighs she parted them for me, and my fingers slid upward over exquisite, smooth, pale flesh. My fingers gently tickled the ends of the tendrils of her hair, but she suddenly grabbed my hands with her own and held them against her warm mound. She was watching me, her eyes narrowed to slits, one side of her mouth tilted up in a smile.
"I don't want your fingers," her raspy whisper gently rubbed against my senses, lapped at me in the darkness. I nodded to her, smiling with my own plan. She had degraded me by making me endure the snake's touch during my own pleasure and I thought fair's fair. But I gave in to her wish, and bent my head to touch my lips gently to her. She released her iron grip on my hands and pushed her pelvis up toward me, her hands beneath, silently offering herself once more.
I heard Sammy moving on the bed somewhere near us. As I moved my lips along Lucy's hairline, I sent one hand up to find her breast. There I encountered a barrier; Sammy's neck. Impatiently I pushed his head out of the way, my fingers fastening themselves once more to a hard and hungry nipple. He returned, gliding over my arm and Lucy's stomach, bearing down on us; neither of us could move if we had tried.
My tongue slowly explored the warm, wet folds before me. As I worked my way into its depths, I came across her fleshy nub. Slippery, my tongue slid over it and then quickly moved back to give more attention to her whole luscious cleft.
My tongue, following a wrinkle downwards, gradually came to the opening I sought. Slowly I let my tongue work inside, and Lucy tensed all around me, letting a sharp sigh escape her lips. She started to arch her back, but, hindered by my arm and her own snake's weight, her body began to rock back and forth. My free hand moved closer in, and my thumb found its way between Lucy's folds to her clit. Lucy's hips slowly began thrusting in rhythm to my thumb and tongue.
The snake's head appeared right before my eyes, and I felt his tongue flicker out towards my forehead. He started to push his neck straight through where I was working. "Terrible manners," I muttered, and freed my hand, slippery with Lucy's juices, to prop Sammy up out of the way.
"Oh, god, Sammy," Lucy moaned, her voice a rattle. His head jerked away as Lucy freed her hand to pinch his neck. He moved past my face, his head arching over to my shoulder. I shivered as he inched his way down over my back and behind. He ducked his head between my legs, continuing down to rest his head against my thigh.
My fingers gently moved back to their task, my thumb sliding in to rest once more against Lucy's warm folds. She gently lifted her hips higher in response, and I obligingly slid it in as far as it would go. My tongue sought the swollen bud left behind, my lips wrapping around it, and I reveled in its firmness.
Lucy shoved herself against my face, her hips and legs straining to spread as far as they could go. Her body shook, her hands wedging themselves beneath the small of her back, her faced turned up towards the head of the bed. Silently urging her on, I moved my mouth and thumb faster.
She tightened and with a cry let out the breath she had been holding and I felt the warmth gush out around my thumb, against my lips and chin. Holding my thumb inside, I rubbed the broad center of my tongue slowly up and down along the hardness which still remained. She jerked her hands free, reached out on either side of her, and grabbed the bedcovers for support. Her body shook as she came a second time.
Shakily, her fingers moved down my face to my chin, moved to her wetness where she touched herself briefly, then back to my face as she lightly, almost offhandedly, pushed me away.
I lifted myself up to lay beside her and draped one arm gently over her chest. Lucy nuzzled my neck, rolling into a soft ball against my side. "Mmmh . . . Sorry about Sammy," she murmured. "I didn't know he'd be so nosy."
I dug my fingers into her arm, not enough to hurt, but enough to get a gasp out of her. "You knew this would happen." I could feel her smile against my shoulder, and then she tenderly sought to kiss the closest patch of skin.
I sighed. I would get no apology from her. "Sammy must be high on the list for the world's most interactive pet. Not like a dog, though. No manners." I moved one hand up to stroke her hair, tucking a tendril behind one ear. "Next time, you can come over to my place, meet Ralph."
Lucy was stretching as I talked, slowly, sinuously. She raised her chin and looked up at me. "Who's Ralph?"
"My German Shepherd," I said, grinning. Lucy's eyes widened a little as she gave me a pensive look.
"Don't worry, I might have to keep him chained up with YOU around, just to be safe."
Lucy rolled her eyes and then she snuggled up against me again. I could feel her lips curve into a smile.
Originally published September 2006 - "Divine"