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Lovers

By: mrgoodbottom



He opens the covers and welcomes me in to his bed. He is already erect and his penis lays rigid on his abdomen. I lay on top of him. His hairy chest feels soft an inviting. I surrender to his warmth. 

His hardness excites me and presses against me. Our mouths meet. Our tongues greet each other in a lover's dance. He hugs me tightly. I am consumed my him. I squeeze his legs between mine. My penis stiffens against his. We share our arousal.

I love the way he kisses me. There is strength and authority combined with a lover's gentleness in the way he explores my mouth. I want him to explore me. I want him to want me, desire me, and lust for me. 

Take me.

Our bodies move together. Skin sliding across skin. Harness again hardness. Hair against smoothness. His arms squeeze my round cheeks. He loves my ass. I love the way he loves my ass. He kneads my globes with firm masculinity. I am hard.

I raise my body off his slightly. I am raised just enough to allow our cocks to brush and tease each other. I shut my eyes and let myself be consumed my the sensation of his organ against mine. He works his hips in a slow thrusting motion. He feels wonderful against me.

I lower myself down his body. His hardness is against my stomach. I kiss, lick, and nibble his nipples. His hands run through my hair. He sighs.

"I missed you" he whispers.

I kiss and lick my way down his lightly haired body. I kneel before his erection. He stretches his arms out and places his hands behind his head. I breath my hot breath on his cock. I let my relaxed lips run up and down his shaft. I feel his thick veins against my soft lips.

"That's nice" he whispers.

I lick from the base of his cock to the tip of his glans. He moans. I paint his cock with saliva. I firmly slide my lips up and down the saliva path. I take his cock in to my mouth. He moans.

I massage his glans between my tongue and my hard palate. I love the way his spongy head feels in my mouth. I circle his glans with my tongue. I slide he penis deeper in to my mouth, past my soft palate, down my throat. There I let him rest. Feel my warmth, lover.

"Oooo yeah" he breathes.

I move my head up and down his cock in slow deep throated strokes. I feel his hands on the back of my head. He holds me in place once I have consumed his whole member. He thrusts in to my mouth. He wants to be deeper in me. I want him deeper. I want him inside. 

"Oooo yes! I love it!" he exhales through gritted teeth.

He releases me. I suck him hard and use my mouth to fuck him in fast strokes. I feel his hard meat expand my throat. Releasing him from my mouth, I grab his hard dick and slap it against my face.

He chuckles. He knows I love to be dick slapped. I love the dull thud of a hard cock I aroused resonating through my head. I love the slap against my skin. I love the way it shows my lover that I am his.

He pulls me back up on top of him and rolls over on me. He thrusts his penis against my body. I surrender his strength. I am intoxicated my his masculinity and desire for me. I lust for his body.

He straddles me and sits on my chest. He smiles at me. I can only stare in to his eyes with man lust. He takes his meat and slaps it against my face.

"You like that?" 

"You know I do!"

He gets off me and rolls me over on to my stomach. He lays on me. I feel the heat of his dick between my cheeks. He humps my naked body. I close my eyes and drink in the sensations. The hot dick between my cheeks, the hairy body against my back, the firm embrace from his strong arms, his hot excited breath on my neck, his teeth lightly biting my shoulder, all flash through my senses. 

There is a naked man on your naked body, I think to myself. He lusts for you. He is powerful and horny. He needs your body to get him off. He wants to fuck you. He wants to fuck you and shoot his hot seed in to your bowels. 

When he fucks you, he is going to look down at his dick thrusting in and out of your little asshole. He is going to feel powerful as he takes you. You are going to make him know he is powerful. You are going to make him know you love his power over you.

When he fucks you, he will watch the force of his thrusts ripple through your round cheeks. He will spank your ass to let you know you are his tool. He will grip your waist with strong hands and work your hole. His hole. It is his hole.

I feel precum soaking the sheets as I lie on my stomach. He gets off me. I don't move. His hands slide over my cheeks smoothly. I love his touch. His other hand pours lubricant in to my crack. Fingers spread it around and tease my anus.

My ass yields to a finger. He slides expertly in to my hole. I feel it twist and slide in and out of me. I let him finger fuck me. More pressure and another finger slides in to me. They scissor, twist, and slide in my well lubricated hole.

Another finger enters me. I relax and let him have his way. His other hands pats, smoothes, and massages my cheeks. I sigh. How wonderful it is to submit to his masculine touch!

Suddenly my ass is empty. I feel him move behind me. I rise to my knees. I bury my face in his pillow, reach around, and spread my cheeks for him. 

"I want you inside me" I whisper.

I feel him mount me. I feel his penis pressure my anus. His glans slips inside me and he waits. I let my body adjust to his penetration. Once I am comfortable I push against him. He grabs my waist and pushes all the way in. 

I never tire of the feeling of a hard cock entering me for the first time of the morning. Subsequence penetrations do feel wonderful, especially since I am already relaxed and he can really just shove it in. But being beached for the first time of the morning is special.

My body must adjust to his girth. My bowels are more sensitive to the way he fills me. His balls are swollen with the cum he will give me. We have yet to get off. The morning has just begun.

He gets a nice rhythm going. The movement of the bed and his thrusts are neatly mated. My relaxed body rocks to his motion. I picture his cock sliding in and out of me. I have seen the pictures he took of fucking my ass. They were hot, but seeing it in action must be amazing. 

I concentrate on my ass. I try to feel every nuance. I feel his body collide with mine. I feel his stiff manhood slide in my anus. I feel the wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, pressure of him filling me. 

His hands grip my waist tightly. I love to be held tightly. I listen to his breathing. He is getting close. 

"Oooo Rick! You feel sooo good in my ass! I love the way you fuck me!"

His breathing becomes more urgent. His thrusts are more forceful. The bed is rocking violently. His grip tightens. Our bodies slap together. His thrusts rock me with bone shaking force. 

"I want your cum baby. I want your load in my ass. I want to go through the day with your seed in my ass"

I feel like a fuck doll. He pulls me toward him while he trusts in to me. The movement of the bed recoils us apart and we are ready for another thrust. He spanks my ass.

"Oooo that's is baby! Spank me. Make me feel you. I am yours. Take my ass. FUCK ME!"

The feeling in my ass is a blur of thrusts and collisions with his body. Slam! Slam! Slam! We ram together. He needs to fuck me hard. He needs my body to get off. He loves to fuck my ass and cum in me.

I grab my cock and jack off. His breathing has become haggard. He is going to cum in to me. I imagine the semen traveling from his balls, through his thick shaft, to spurt out his swollen cock head and in to my hot bowels. I start to cum at the same time he screams.

"Ah Baby! I am cumming in your tight ass. Oooo honey can you feel my hot jiz? Oh you feel so fucking hot!"

"Yes baby I feel your hot load filling my body. I love your cum. I need your seed in me baby. Give me all you got. CUM IN MY ASS!"

My body is rolling in the boiling surf of orgasm. I spill my semen on the sheets while he fills me with his. I cum and cum as my lover fucks me. I shake and shiver as my body struggles with the sensations rushing through me. 

He stops pumping my ass once my orgasm has died. He struggles to catch his breath. 

"Lay on me" I say.

With out exiting my ass he lays on top of me. How delicious to have my lovers softening cock rest in my love hole and know his load is deep in me. The semen under me is still warm and sticky. I enjoy the weight of him on me. I feel him breath and sigh. His breath is warm on my neck.

"I love you"

"I love you too"

Lovers



They were both naked in the bed, touching and kissing each other, their hands roaming, exploring one another's bodies. She had her hands on his shoulders as she kissed him, pushing her tongue between his lips. His hands were holding her to him, squeezing her supple breasts into his strong chest and caressing the smooth skin of her back, her neck and down to her firm, round buttocks.

She felt his hardness pressing into her tummy. She ran her hand down his side, until she reached his hip, and then rolled back away from him just enough to fit her hand between them. He moaned into her mouth as her fingers wrapped around his erection and put his hand on her full breast, gently squeezing and massaging it.

He pushed her onto her back and broke their kiss, only to kiss her forehead, her eyes and around her ears. He slowly made his way down her neck, to the hollow at its base. She smiled and moaned in pleasure.

He continued down her chest and between her breasts, tracing their contour with his tongue. When he reached the underside of her right breast he kissed it and started licking and nibbling up to its peak, then he circled her aroused nipple. Her breathing became laborious, causing her breasts to heave.

She ran her fingers through his hair as he bit little love bites, licked and kissed her breast, until finally he closed his lips around her hardened nipple, teasing its tip with his tongue. A long, low moan escaped her lips and she pressed his face into her breast.

He took the hint and sucked as much of her breast into his mouth as he could, using his tongue to play with her nipple all the time.

He rolled onto her and moved his attention to her left breast, giving it the same treatment he gave to her right. She was moaning quietly, urging him to keep up with his ministrations, but after a few minutes of this, he started making his way down her body. He put his hands on her breasts and massaged them gently, tweaking her sensitive nipples every now and then as he moved down her prone body towards her pleasure center. 

He licked and nibbled his way south, tracing his tongue over her rib structure, and down over her stomach. He spent some time exploring her navel with his mouth before he continued his journey.

During his entire journey his hands never ceased massaging her succulent breasts and tweaking her nipples.

Finally he reached her pubic mound. He opened his mouth wide and sucked as much of her mound as he could, causing a gentle pulling, tingling sensation for her that spread outwards from her mound, down her thighs and up her belly, making her feel suddenly warm all over. Instinctively, she spread her legs a bit more, giving him access to her sex.

He teased her by running his tongue around her pleasure center, but never touching it. He licked and tickled her inner thighs and her mound with his lips, his tongue and his teeth, slowly, teasingly moving closer and closer to her sweet center, but never quite touching it. It was driving her crazy with lust and expectation and soon she was begging him to eat her.

Finally, after what seemed to her as ages, he touched her in the sensitive area between her anus and her pleasure hole. She cried out and bucked her hips. When she lay back down, he ran his tongue around her puffy, swollen labia, driving her wild. She was whimpering, thrashing her head from side to side, her arms clenching his hair, pushing him into her sex and lifting her knees up towards her chest, giving him full access to her. He ran his hands down her thighs from her breasts, dragging his fingertips along the insides of her thighs.

He ran his tongue over her hole and her labia, and up to her hard, blood-filled love button, which was poking out of its hood. As he finally touched it with his tongue, he pushed his index finger into her hole. He closed his lips around her engorged nub while he explored the interior of her hole with his finger. This was more than she could take and with a long, drawn out wail, she exploded In a gut wrenching orgasm, pouring her sweet juices onto his face and hands, her hips and legs spasming as wave after wave of pure pleasure crashed over her entire body.

He licked her sweet, sticky juices eagerly, trying to taste as much as he could of her, and continued to pump his finger in and out of her hole, slowly, gently bringing her down from her explosive climax, until she was finally at rest.

He looked up at her and pulled his finger out of her. He licked off his finger as she watched him, a satisfied grin on her face. He crawled back up her body and kissed her. She could taste her own juices on his lips and tongue as they kissed.

She rolled him over, still kissing, wanting to give him the same pleasure that he gave her. She slowly moved down his body, letting him feel her smooth skin on his, running her fingers down his sides and over his chest. Kissing all the way. She gently sucked each of his nipples, and looked up at him, just to see his smile, her long, silky hair cascading over his torso.

When she finally reached his pubic area, she wrapped his erection in her delicate fingers, stroking it lovingly. She sat up, letting her hair tickle his testicles and his smooth, hard erection. She bent down to lick off the small drop of precum from its tip. She looked him in the eyes as she engulfed his shaft with her lips. Her tongue circled his glans, feeling its smoothness, gently probing the small slit at the top, then it slid down the back of his pole as she took his entire shaft down her throat. He groaned out his pleasure as her throat tightened around his erection, a spasm jerking his pole.

She drew her luscious lips over his pole, now wet with her saliva, then turned around and straddled him, never letting his erection escape her mouth. She could feel his hot breath on her soaking labia. His hands reached around her and pulled her close, squeezing her bottom cheeks in his hands. He pushed his tongue as far as he could into her while she took his entire shaft down her throat again and again. Finally he could take no more, and pushed her off. He wanted to come inside her. 

He turned her around and sat her on his torso, straddling him. She had her hands on his chest, her hair fell around her face, smiling down at him. She slid her wetness down him until she could feel his hardness poking in her bottom. She reached around and guided him to her waiting opening, taking him in. He felt her entire body pulling him inside her, her head arched back and a guttural groan escaped them both as she engulfed him like a sheath, until their pubic bones were grinding together.

Her back was arching, her pelvis moving back and forth, trying to take all of him inside her and more. He pushed up into her, trying to reach the same goal.

They looked each other in the eyes, their hands on each other's chests, panting, moaning, breathing, groaning, straining. Their bodies sliding together, mingling, binding, blending, merging into one.

Then they exploded together, lights flashing, sparkling, dizzying, blinding, deafening.

Then they lay silent, side by side, panting and caressing, sweat covering their entwined bodies, and they were kissing again, gently nipping each other with lips and teeth, until finally sleep engulfed them. Peaceful, dreamless sleep.



Lovers



What you see is not what is there. What is there is something else. – Unknown

Part One. Valerie

Frankie is in one of her preoccupied moods. Valerie concludes that as she lies with her head in Frankie's lap as Frankie studies some papers brought home in her briefcase. It's ten o'clock in the evening and the TV tube is now showing the evening news with the sound off. Valerie looks at the flashing pictures on the tube and she amuses herself attempting to discover what the people are saying. Of course it makes no difference whether you have the sound on or off, whatever the people are saying is ridiculous anyway.

With a sigh, Valerie slips her hand into Frankie's lap. Her fingertips tease the seam of Frankie's jeans. But nothing happens. She might as well be touching a stone statue for all the response she gets. Frankie's mind seems totally occupied with her paperwork, no evidence at all that Frankie is aware of Valerie's hand. No evidence before the bar, Valerie thinks. She feels both amusement and annoyance. Frankie is an attorney and she's always serious about her vocation. She's a tall studious looking woman with a distinctive dyke haircut and wire-rimmed eyeglasses. Despite her serious appearance, Frankie's fine-boned face gives her a special beauty and Valerie adores her.

Frankie has clear ivory skin and nipples like hard raspberries. Valerie adores serious women with fine faces and steady eyes. They've been lovers for two years and living together almost since the beginning. Valerie continues tickling the seam of Frankie's jeans, but Frankie remains apparently oblivious to it. Is the romance over? The idea the romance could be over frightens Valerie. She's twenty-five, a brunette with a pouting mouth she likes to paint a bright red, a slender but curvy body that drives the butches wild. She knows all about it. She can see the look in their eyes in the bars when they give her the once-over, that hungry dyke look that always makes her shiver. A lover once told her what it is. The contrast. A slender femme with full breasts can make certain butches crazy.

But Valerie thinks it has to be more than that because she has known women who were wild over her ass. Anyway, it's nice to be pretty and have a good body. She likes the attention. But of course it isn't the most important thing in the world. What is really important is a permanent relationship, a home, mutual giving. What is really important is peace of mind. The trouble is that even after living with Frankie two years not a day passes when Valerie isn't needy, as needy as a bitch in heat, pussy- dripping needy. If not every day, then every other day. Without fail. She expected Frankie to take care of that part of her life. Frankie takes care of her financially, but that isn't enough for Valerie.

It's fine that Frankie earns enough in her law practice to give them an easy life, but Valerie thinks Frankie ought to have more consideration for the physical side. Is that asking for too much? Isn't it ridiculous to be lying here tickling Frankie's crotch without any response from Frankie? Valerie watches the images on the television tube. A woman in a red bandanna now has her mouth going, talking without stopping, saying nothing about who knows what. All I want is affection, Valerie thinks. No, it's more than that. If all she wants is affection she'll buy a toy poodle. What she wants is good sex, the same marvelous hot sex she knows other women have. She wants Frankie to make her shake and moan until her bones are rattled. How can a woman have peace of mind without sexual fulfillment? No, it isn't possible.

When she's like this she's always so incredibly restless, no peace of mind at all. No peace of mind, Valerie thinks. With Frankie these days she never has it. She tries, though. She has no problem with Frankie when Frankie is interested. The problem is it never happens often enough, at least not enough to keep the demons out of Valerie's mind and her pussy happy. Frankie cares a great deal about her law practice, but she seems to care very little about the needy state of Valerie's poor little muffin. Twice a week on Wednesdays and Saturdays is just not enough to keep Valerie happy, to give her that look of happiness and completion that she sees on the faces of some of her friends. She thinks Frankie ought to take care of her needs. This way it's like some dead het marriage. Dead dyke marriage like a dead het marriage.

Serves you right, Valerie thinks, serves you right for settling down. She ought to be out there getting worked over by a different woman every night. She ought to be bouncing on beds with sweat on her forehead.

She tickles Frankie's crotch again, determined to get Frankie interested in something beside her paperwork. She can feel the bulge of Frankie's sex right through the fabric of Frankie's jeans. But no heat in there. She's had enough experience with Frankie to know from the feel of her crotch what state Frankie is in. At the moment, Frankie is far away somewhere, much too far away to be interested in anything sexual. Valerie tells herself maybe she ought to wait for another time, when suddenly Frankie moves the papers away from her face and she looks down at Valerie's hand.

"What's going on?" Frankie says. "Is today Wednesday?"

Valerie groans. "It's Tuesday. It's been Tuesday all day. You don't mind if I just lie here, do you? If it bothers you I'll stop." And then Valerie adds with a sarcastic smirk: "I wouldn't want to interfere with your work."

In a calm voice, Frankie says: "It's my work that supports us."

In a moment Frankie returns the papers to the front of her face. Valerie now assumes she has permission to continue doing what she's been doing, but she feels foolish about it. Here she is making a blatant effort to get Frankie interested in her, and all Frankie cares about is her damn paperwork. Determined not to give up, Valerie now rolls over to face Frankie's crotch.

Frankie groans. "Val, honey..."

"Just keep doing what you're doing. Pay no attention to me."

"That's hardly possible."

"Try it."

Valerie pulls at the zipper of Frankie's fly. The jeans are tight, but not tight enough to prevent her fingers from getting in there. She feels the crinkly bush through the panties, and then she strokes further down to the soft folds of Frankie's cunt.

Valerie says: "Let me get the jeans off."

And Frankie rustles her papers and groans again. "Oh, Val."

"Frankie, please..."

Valerie hates begging Frankie like this, but there seems to be no alternative. She rolls off the sofa to get Frankie's jeans off her legs, and then she stretches out again with her head in Frankie's lap and her excitement more intense than ever as she faces Frankie's panty-covered crotch.

In the beginning, when they first started living together, most of the sex involved Valerie remaining passive while Frankie took the lead in starting things and carrying things through and finishing things. In the beginning Frankie seemed to have only one objective in her mind and that was to make certain Valerie had the most pleasure possible out of every sexual encounter between them. Valerie isn't certain precisely when things changed, but after they were together a year she knew the sexual part of their relationship was no longer the same. Gradually it was no longer Frankie who initiated sex, it was Valerie, until finally one day Frankie said she needed her time to be more predictable so maybe they ought to agree to Wednesday and Saturday nights.

"We'll make Wednesday and Saturday nights just for us," Frankie said, which appealed to Valerie because at least she'd have those two nights with Frankie without Frankie ever complaining. The trouble was just two nights were not enough for Valerie, and before long she realized it and the two nights a week supposedly only for them became an agony for her whenever she wanted sex and it was neither Wednesday nor Saturday. It wasn't that Frankie was that rigid about the calendar, she wasn't, but it was always up to Valerie to make the move and take the chance that Frankie will reject her and leave her depressed, or even worse they'd have an argument about something trivial to hide the incongruence of their sexual attitudes.

Valerie now carefully tugs the crotch of Frankie's panties aside to expose the full lips of Frankie's cunt. Not much hair on the lips. More of it on the mound. Frankie has her papers in front of her face again, and Valerie has no idea what Frankie's response might be. She's afraid Frankie might stop her, but instead Frankie merely squirms a bit on the cushion without closing her thighs. Valerie tells herself thank god, maybe something will happen after all.

She has always adored Frankie's cunt. Frankie's clitoris is a luscious little knob just visible at the apex of the outer lips. Valerie thinks maybe later, when Frankie is aroused enough, she'll suck it, lick it with the flat of her tongue like an ice cream cone, then give it a tongue-whipping. But at the moment she intends to excite Frankie with her fingers first because Frankie has strange inhibitions about cunnilingus. Frankie likes doing it to Valerie, but whenever Valerie does it to Frankie, Frankie seems embarrassed. Which Valerie thinks is so sad. Next to being totally possessed by a woman's fingers and mouth, what Valerie likes most is licking and sucking a lover's cunt. How sad it is that Frankie has problems with it.

Using the tips of her fingers, Valerie carefully strokes the folds of Frankie's cunt until the outer lips part to reveal more of the inside. Hardly any wetness. Just a hint of moisture lower down where the vaginal opening gapes slightly because Frankie once had a child that died in infancy. Something never discussed. Never mentioned. But always in the mind of Valerie whenever she looks closely at Frankie's vagina. She looks at the opening and she thinks how wondrous it is that a child came out of there. Miracles.

Valerie has an urge to suck Frankie now. Or at least to lick her everywhere. Make her moan. It might work, but Frankie might also get angry. Valerie wonders why in hell she ever agreed to live with a woman, to marry a woman whose interest in sex is less than her own.

No, not yet, she thinks. She won't give up the ghost yet. She tugs the crotch of Frankie's panties back into place and she rises from Frankie's lap. "I'll be right back," Valerie says.

Frankie rustles her papers and mumbles something, as if she assumes Valerie is merely off to the bathroom.

But Valerie has something else in mind. When she reaches the bedroom it isn't the adjoining bathroom she wants but one of the drawers in the large bureau they share. Frankie has half the drawers, Valerie has the others. From one of her own drawers, Valerie pulls out a black lace garter belt and a pair of sheer charcoal stockings. Skimpy feminine lace and nylon. Never mind the politics, Valerie doesn't give a damn about lesbian politics. She believes nothing can be wrong with doing something if it turns her on or turns on her lover. Never mind the pompous dykes who think they know what every woman needs. She has enticed Frankie with these items often enough to know they can work.

That was especially true in the beginning of their romance when Frankie was less constrained about playing games during sex, less inhibited about Valerie dressing up to excite them both with the accoutrements of feminine availability. These days Frankie is more political and she often seems embarrassed by the feminine trappings, as if she indeed thinks sexy lingerie is out of place in a true lesbian relationship. A notion that Valerie thinks ridiculous. Who the hell can identify a true lesbian relationship? But she never debates with Frankie because Frankie after all is a lawyer. Only idiots debate with lawyers.

Valerie hopes the frills might work tonight. She quickly strips her clothes off and she studies herself in the full-length mirror attached to the bathroom door. Still attractive, isn't she? Still young enough to look good from any angle. Five-eight is a good height. As long as she keeps her weight down her body looks slender and trim. She runs her fingers over the undersides of her full breasts. Watching herself in the mirror. Jiggling the firm globes and smiling at the way the tips vibrate. Unable to resist the urge to use her mouth, she raises her right breast with her hand and she swabs her tongue over the long nipple, wetting it down, then taking the nipple between her teeth to suck on it briefly. god, she needs something tonight!

She runs her hands over her hips and back to the firm flesh of her buttocks. She tells herself Frankie is a fool not to appreciate her more. There are women out there who would do plenty. She slides her fingers into the curls of the dark muff beneath her belly. Her pubic triangle is thick enough to completely hide her labia. She remembers a woman she knew who shaved everything, the lips clean and silky and exposed. On occasion Valerie trims some of the hair away to show more of herself, but she's a brunette and she doubts her dark lips would look better without hair. Still, it might be worth trying sometime just to amuse herself. Maybe shock Frankie who isn't that experienced. Would Frankie be shocked? As far as Valerie knows, she's Frankie's first serious lover. But Frankie hardly ever talks about the other women she has known.

Now Valerie touches herself again, aware of her wet pussy, the juice trickling between her thighs, the fountain flowing the way it always does when she's this turned on. But she resists the urge to stroke herself. She turns to the garter belt and stockings, sits down on the edge of the bed and starts pulling on the stockings. Making her legs sleek. And exciting herself doing it. By the time she finishes hooking the stockings to the garter belt her pussy is wetter than ever. She brings a pair of heels out of the closet, sexy red pumps she hasn't worn in ages. She slips her feet into them, looks at her legs in the sheer charcoal stockings, her sleek legs, then searches the closet again to find the black negligee Frankie bought her shortly after they became lovers.

Valerie remembers now how embarrassed Frankie seemed giving her the negligee, Frankie blushing when Valerie pulled the fluffy thing out of the box and squealed with joy that she loved negligees. Happy she could wear one and look good in it. Now slipping into the black negligee. She ties the front bow and then she does a whirl in front of the full length mirror to see the effect. After that she puts some fresh lipstick on her lips, bright red, not too much because Frankie never likes her to overdo it. Valerie tells herself she'll cry if this doesn't work. She will truly cry if this fails to get Frankie interested.

High heels clicking on the parquet floor, Valerie walks into the living room aware of how she looks, the red heels, the stockings, her dark nipples and dark bush revealed by the sheer negligee. Frankie glances up from the papers in her hands, her eyes showing immediately surprise.

"Good god, Val."

"Just an urge to dress up," Valerie says. "You don't mind, do you? I thought you might like it." She does a turn that sends the negligee swirling around her nylon-clad legs. "Do you like my legs?"

"You know I like your legs." Frankie's eyes take in the legs and the high heels and the negligee and she seems flustered. "You look fabulous, but I do need to read these briefs. And it's not Wednesday, you know."

"I won't bother you, Frankie, I promise."

"Honey, I can't work while you're parading around like that. Just give me an hour, okay? I'll see you in an hour in the bedroom."

Crushed, Valerie turns and walks back to the bedroom and shuts the door. What I need is a lover, she thinks, someone outside the relationship she has with Frankie, someone outside her marriage to Frankie. Her crumbling marriage. Because that's what it is, isn't it? A crumbling marriage. She loves Frankie and she can't imagine not living with her, but she just can't go on like this. She never imagined she'd ever want any woman but Frankie, but getting a lover seems the only way to keep her sanity.

Now she slips the negligee off and she studies herself in the long mirror again, looks at herself wearing the garter belt and nylons, at the erotic image of her dark bush framed by black lace. Pathetic, isn't she? A whimper of frustration comes out of her throat as she realizes how aroused she is. She cups her buttocks with her hands, squeezing and pinching the firm globes. Then she moves both hands around to the front and she pinches her cunt with her fingers. She moans softly as she feels how wet she is. She starts gyrating her hips in front of the mirror, her eyes fixed on her hairy sex. Ever so slowly, she pulls her thick labia open with her fingers to reveal the quivering bud of her clit.

Oh god, look at it, look how swollen it is. One touch and she'll come immediately. Instead, she moves her hands away, her palms sliding over her body to keep the tension rising. Thank god she knows how to pleasure herself when she needs it. She'd surely go crazy without it. Just her vag, she thinks. If she keeps her fingers away from her clit, she can play with her cunt and delay things as long as she wants. She always needs something in there. She slips her fingers down, probes around the vaginal entrance, stretches it a bit, then pushes her fingers inside and jerks her pelvis forward because it feels so good.

She moans. She uses her left hand to lift her right breast. Watching herself in the mirror, she lowers her head and licks the nipple until it gleams with her saliva. Both nipples are stiff and swollen. She quivers as her eyes take in the way the black straps of her garter belt frame her bush. Her long legs look so sleek and lovely in the sheer charcoal stockings, her calves exquisitely flexed by the four-inch heels of the red pumps. After turning sideways, she looks over her shoulder at the shape of her ass, then cups a hand over one buttock and jiggles it. Will she ever be able to find a lover who can give her body the attention it deserves?

Now she leaves the mirror and she falls across the bed on her back with her thighs wide open. With a soft moan she slides her hands down over her body to the steaming flower of her cunt. She gasps and jerks, her hips arching upward as she closes her right hand over the hot mound of her pussy and slowly massages the dripping lips. How she loves the feel of her wetness beneath her fingers! Her cunt is loose and quivering now, ready to be loved and cuddled and provided with ecstasies. She spreads her throbbing labia and dips her fingers inside her vaginal opening. She groans as a delicious hot spasm washes over her body. Stretching the mouth of her cunt with a screwing motion of her fingers, she gradually slips her fingers deeper and deeper inside her canal.

She can feel the muscles in there grabbing at her fingers. Her eyes closed, her mouth open, she spreads her quivering thighs wide apart as she imagines she has a lover between her legs, a woman with a hard body and a long tongue, a tongue long enough and thick enough to fill her completely, and a tongue strong enough to lap her clit as long as she needs it. Valerie shudders as she starts stabbing her fingers in and out, twisting them enough to stretch the tissues around her clit and bring her closer and closer to an intense orgasm. Waves of pleasure engulf her senses. She bucks her hips, fucking back at her pumping hand, her fingers making a wet sound each time they plunge inward.

Suddenly the bedroom door opens, Frankie steps into the room and then freezes as she takes in the scene.

Valerie cries out, jerks her hand away from her crotch and rolls over on her belly with a groan. "Frankie, why don't you knock?"




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Frankie's voice has an icy calm. "It's my bedroom too, Val."

Valerie sighs into the pillow. "Yes, I guess so. I guess it's my fault."

Silence.

Frankie says nothing, but Valerie can feel Frankie's eyes staring at her. Then Valerie hears Frankie pass the bed, and the next moment she hears Frankie walk into the bathroom and close the door.

Valerie lies there listening, her heart beating wildly, wondering what will happen now. She knows how much Frankie hates the idea of secret masturbation. Never in secret, Frankie told her. If we need that, we ought to be able to help each other. Valerie hears the sound of the toilet flushing. Then a few moments later she hears Frankie brushing her teeth.

The bathroom door opens and Frankie says: "Val?"

"Yes?"

"Let's wait until tomorrow, okay? I'm just too tired this evening, too preoccupied with some things at the office. You don't mind, do you, honey? Tomorrow's Wednesday and we'll have a lovely time together."

A cold chill passes up Valerie's spine. "Sure, Frankie, whatever you want."

When Frankie closes the bathroom door again, Valerie rolls over on her back and she moves a hand down to her cunt. She has to finish what she started now. Frankie as much as told her to do that. Valerie quickly slips her fingers inside her vagina and she begins fucking herself. The orgasm arrives within moments, her juices drenching her pumping hand as she continues jerking her wrist.

I can't go on, she thinks. She'll get a lover. No matter what, she'll get a lover because she can't go on this way. Oh no.

Rising at last, she wipes her hand on the bed sheet and she begins unhooking the stockings to get ready for bed. By the time Frankie comes out of the bathroom, Valerie is under the covers with her back turned, her eyes closed. Valerie feels a great relief when Frankie slides into bed and does no more than kiss her shoulder before rolling away to sleep.

The darkness is a refuge.



         Two: Frankie

Frankie notices the girl as soon as she enters the elevator. The two of them are alone together, Frankie just returning from a boring lunch with a pair of LaSalle Street attorneys, and now here is this interesting girl riding up with her in the elevator. Still a girl, really, maybe twenty-two or twenty-three, a chunky brunette with big breasts under a tight sweater, and a manner of looking at Frankie that says they have something in common. Recognition. Whenever it happens this way, unexpected, Frankie is always thrilled because it means there are so many women out there unknown to her who might be available. She does have Valerie, but Valerie is domestic and this is foreign, an unknown girl, and unknown girls are always exciting.

Frankie starts the conversation, mentioning something about the weather, and then about the building and the airconditioning and how sometimes it's too warm in the office, all the while her eyes taking in the girl's tight sweater, the big breasts, wondering what the nipples are like. "Aren't you warm in that sweater?"

The girl gives her a wry smile. "No, it's not too heavy."

But the breasts are heavy. Oh my yes. Frankie can tell the girl is wearing a bra, full support for those lovely tits.

They talk some more, Frankie learning the girl is visiting a dentist on her floor, and as they step out of the elevator, Frankie makes a joke about how awful it is to have a frozen anesthetized mouth after a visit to the dentist.

"Oh, I'm just having a cleaning," the girl says.

"I'm due for one myself," Frankie says. "But I've been so busy in court, there's no time."

"You're a lawyer?" A look that says the girl is impressed.

"That's right."

They have now stopped in front of Frankie's office, the girl hesitating a moment before she says: "Gee, I could use a lawyer, I'm having so much trouble with my landlord."

Frankie chuckles. "Well, here I am. But you've got that dental appointment now, don't you? Maybe we could meet for a drink later on."

"Sure, I'd love that."

"There's a place called Ricky's just around the corner. How about four o'clock?"

So easy. Before they say goodby, Frankie learns the girl is a nurse and her name is Marcia. Which makes Frankie more excited than ever, because the one thing she knows for certain is that nurses can be hot.

         *   *   *

Ricky's is crowded, the usual late afternoon gaggle of executive types pretending a fostering of business connections. Frankie takes a seat at the long bar, orders a whiskey sour and waits. Promptly at five minutes past four Marcia arrives and sits down next to her with a smile. "Well, I'm here."

Frankie asks her what she's drinking and then buys her a daiquiri. "I haven't been in here in ages," Frankie says.

Marcia chuckles and leans closer. "Listen, I just want to be sure we're on the same track."

"What track is that?"

"Do you read Gay News?"

"I do sometimes."

"I'm just trying to make sure about you. Anyway, I'm living with someone and I want you to know that."

"So am I."

Marcia laughs again and says her lover is out of town. "She's in Los Angeles until next Tuesday."

"And mine's right at home."

Marcia raises her glass. "Well, here's to home sweet home."

"And to us."

"Sure, why not?"

Frankie feels happy as she gazes at the front of Marcia's sweater. "Do you mind if I say something dirty?"

Marcia giggles. "Hurry up and tell me."

"I'd like to get you in a corner and fuck you silly."

Marcia flushes and giggles again. "Come on, there's no one at my place, so why are we sitting here?"

Why indeed? They kiss in the taxi, Marcia leaning against Frankie to accept a tender kiss on her cheek, both afraid to do more because the cab driver keeps talking about the traffic, the government, the holes in the streets. When they finally arrive in front of the building where Marcia lives, they hurry out of the taxi and into the cluttered apartment. More kissing as soon as the door is closed. Now Frankie can get a hand on Marcia's breasts, feeling the curves, the weight of them. Marcia moans as she sucks on Frankie's probing tongue. Frankie drops her hand down to get it under Marcia's skirt, between her thighs and into the wet crotch of her pantyhose. "Oh jesus I'm hot," Marcia says.

Frankie kisses Marcia and rubs Marcia's cunt through her pantyhose at the same time, keeps rubbing until Marcia groans against her mouth and comes. After that they kiss some more, sweaty frenzied kissing in the hallway just inside the front door of the apartment. Marcia has her turn with Frankie, her hand sliding under Frankie's gray wool skirt to clutch at Frankie's sex, to squeeze the lips and jerk her fingers against Frankie's clit and coax her. "Come on, baby." And Frankie shudders, humping her cunt at Marcia's hand, both of them awash with sweat and juice and the frenzy of a new fuck.

They finally disentangle themselves, but they walk into the bedroom with their arms around each other's waists. Marcia apologizes for the mess in the bedroom, the clothes and underwear draped over the chairs and doorknobs. "I wasn't expecting company. Don't look."

"You're the only thing I'm looking at."

Marcia gives her a coquettish glance as she starts undressing. "I sure didn't think anything interesting would happen to me today. Not on the way to the dentist, anyhow."

Frankie has her jacket off, her fingers unbuttoning her blouse as she watches Marcia pull her sweater over her head. And there they are, Marcia's luscious breasts packed into that simple white bra like a pair of melons waiting to be tasted. Marcia knows her own assets, and in a moment she has the bra unhooked and pulled away from her body to show herself.

"That's better," Marcia says. She laughs as she holds her big breasts with her hands. "I saw you looking at these in the elevator when we first met. You were looking, weren't you?"

"Yes, I was."

"Eating up my tits with your eyes."

Frankie has to have them, and she stops undressing and she walks over to get her face between the two lovely breasts. She takes one of the fat nipples in her mouth, sucking it, whipping it with her tongue as Marcia groans with pleasure. Then Marcia pulls Frankie's head up and they kiss again, Marcia's naked breasts pushing against Frankie's blouse. They press against each other, their breasts and bellies rubbing, Frankie's knee sliding up between Marcia's thighs to massage her crotch.

Marcia giggles. "Hey, let's get our clothes off while there's a bed here."

When they separate, Marcia quickly drops her skirt. As she bends over to retrieve it, her breasts swing from side to side like a pair of white honeydews. Now all she wears is the sheer black pantyhose with a lace panty, her solid legs and thighs gleaming through the nylon, a generous dark bush visible through the lace in the crotch. With a coy look at Frankie, she walks over to the dressing table, picks up a hairbrush and starts brushing her hair.

"You're slow," Marcia says.

"I'm busy looking at you."

"I could lose ten pounds, but every time I try I gain it back."

"Never mind, you're perfect."

"You're not so bad yourself, but I wish I could see more."

But instead of waiting for Frankie to undress, Marcia now puts the hairbrush down and she peels her pantyhose off. Since she has her back partly turned toward Frankie, it's her ass that Frankie fixes her eyes on, Marcia's luscious full buttocks with a cleft so deep Frankie has an urge to bury her face in it.

Naked, Marcia climbs onto the bed and lies on her side facing Frankie. Her rosy skin catches the light of the lamp on the night table. She has a thick pubic bush, a mass of dark curled hair at the joining of her thighs. As if to tease Frankie, she keeps her legs closed to hide her cunt.

Frankie finishes undressing while Marcia watches her with bright eyes. All Frankie can think about is Marcia's breasts, those lovely brown nipples. She hungers to have Marcia's breasts in her mouth.

When Frankie is naked, Marcia says: "You look great, like a runner. Do you do any of that?"

Frankie nods, proud of her athletic body. "I run when I can, usually on weekends." She's happy Marcia likes her body. Sometimes she thinks Valerie takes it for granted. Frankie is convinced Valerie is a great narcissist, always loving her own body more than someone else's.

Now Frankie climbs onto the bed and she moves forward to take Marcia in her arms. They kiss, their mouths fusing, their tongues wagging against each other.

Marcia moans. "I really like you."

"And I like you too."

"You know, sometimes you meet someone and it just doesn't work. This is working, isn't it?"

"Yes it is."

They kiss again. Frankie slides a hand down to Marcia's cunt to explore her thicket of pubic hair. Marcia opens her legs, making herself available, her thick-lipped pussy dripping on Frankie's probing fingers. A smell of woman-heat fills Frankie's nostrils, making her mind whirl with excitement. She rubs her open palm over Marcia's hairy cunt, thrilled by the wet feel of it. Then she parts the lush lips and she slowly pushes two fingers inside the opening, curling the fingers to rub against the upper wall. Marcia groans as Frankie takes her, her elastic canal gripping Frankie's fingers as Frankie begins a slow stroking in and out of her vagina. When Frankie uses another finger to tickle Marcia's anus, Marcia cries out and starts coming immediately. "Oh god yes, do it!"

Frankie's pleasure is to watch her come. Marcia's face glistens with sweat. Her mouth hangs open, her eyes are closed. As Frankie's fingers continue stroking in and out of her vagina, Marcia makes whimpering sounds in her throat and sometimes bites her lower lip. She begs for more, hunching at Frankie's hand. Frankie makes her open her legs wide, and then she begins a hard fucking with her fingers that makes Marcia cry out with pleasure. Frankie delights in making Marcia come again and again. Her hand wet with Marcia's juices, Frankie urges her on. "Don't stop, sweet. Keep coming." Marcia tosses on the bed, her ass heaving, her sopping cunt slamming against Frankie's invading fingers. At the end she rolls over on her back with her knees in the air while Frankie kneels in front of her as she drives her fingers in and out like a battering ram.

When Marcia comes down, she groans. "Oh god, you're good."

Her fingers out of Marcia's vagina but still stroking her thighs, Frankie chuckles. "No, it's not me, it's you." And then she slides her fingers down further to touch the puckered ring of Marcia's anus.

Marcia smiles and pulls her knees up again. "You could be a nurse. Nurses like to get their fingers everywhere."

Frankie blushes and pulls her fingers away, but Marcia laughs as she tugs Frankie's hand back to her ass. "No, go on, I like it. I can come that way. But slide up a little so I can touch you. Do it to me in both holes."

Both holes. The words make Frankie quiver. She's always inhibited by ass-play, but she finds it exciting because it's nasty. She hardly ever does it with Valerie, even if sometimes she thinks Valerie wants it. Some things you don't do with the person closest to you. With Marcia there is no need to wonder if she wants it, it's obvious she does. After lubricating her fingers in Marcia's cunt, Frankie finds she can easily slide two fingers inside Marcia's ass. The chunky brunette groans as she takes the fingers, and then she wants something in her cunt and Frankie uses her thumb there.

"Oh, that's great," Marcia says with a gasp.

"I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

Marcia giggles. "Don't worry about that, I'm a nurse. I know what I'm doing."

Meanwhile Marcia has managed to get a hand between Frankie's thighs and her fingers are now hooked inside Frankie's wet sex, holding onto Frankie as Frankie starts fucking Marcia with her hand. Frankie's excitement is intense. Marcia pushes her fingers deep inside Frankie's cunt and groans as Frankie's fingers move in both openings. Frankie loves getting dirty like this with a new girl. The fact that Marcia is a nurse excites her. She keeps her fingers moving slowly, driving her thumb inside Marcia's cunt to the last knuckle each time she pushes her hand forward. Marcia starts coming and it seems endless, her body shaking, the cries coming out of her throat as Frankie keeps her hand moving. At the end Frankie bends over to take one of Marcia's fat nipples in her mouth. She sucks and bites the nipple, the biting making Marcia come again.

"Oh hell, don't stop," Marcia says, grabbing Frankie's wrist as Frankie is about to pull her fingers out.

Frankie is amused. "Are you sure?"

"Just a little more."

So Frankie gives Marcia what she wants, a little more in both openings, at the same time humping her sex at Marcia's hand. Marcia says she loves assfucking and she never gets enough of it. Frankie's cunt is hot and dripping, her clit swollen. She comes suddenly, jerking her pussy at Marcia's fingers, feeling her juices running everywhere.

They kiss after that, Marcia's ass gripping Frankie's fingers as Frankie slowly pulls them out of both openings. Marcia giggles and says Frankie is as good as her lover the way she does her ass. Frankie is a bit embarrassed talking about it, but she likes looking at Marcia's luscious ass when Marcia rolls over on her belly.

After that Frankie excuses herself and she goes to the bathroom still excited by the sex, her hands trembling as she washes them. She uses a towel to wipe her crotch and the insides of her thighs, and then she studies her face in the mirror, her flushed cheeks. She always looks good after sex. She thinks about Marcia and Marcia's hot body, and then she thinks about getting home to another dull evening with Valerie. Oh hell, Frankie thinks.



         THREE: VALERIE

As Valerie expects, she and Frankie do make love Wednesday evening. After dinner Frankie comes up behind her in the kitchen and says: "Let's do something." She takes Valerie into the bedroom, undresses her, makes her lie down on the bed and then fucks her with her fingers. After the first orgasm, Frankie says: "Are you all right?"

"Come on top of me," Valerie says.

And Frankie does that. She peels her jeans and underpants off and she climbs into the saddle to fuck Valerie again, this time with her cunt. Valerie likes it because she has the pleasure of holding Frankie's buttocks in her hands while Frankie humps and pummels her pussy. She comes again, crying out, her arms and legs wrapped around Frankie as if to hold her and keep her from leaving her.

But Frankie is now exhausted and she says so as she pulls away. "No more, honey, I'm drained."

"Let me suck you."

"No, I'm fine. What I really want now is a hot bath and some wine. Will you get the wine for me?"

Valerie brings Frankie the wine in her bath, and then Valerie closes the bathroom door and leaves her alone. In the kitchen, Valerie wonders if she ought to have some wine too. No, she doesn't want wine, she wants a lover.

         *   *   *

She wants a lover, but she also wants no trouble with Frankie. She's afraid to go to one of the bars because too many people know about her and Frankie, know them as a couple, which means too much of a risk that Frankie will learn about it. But there seems no other way to meet anyone. She will not go to a lesbian group because she never connects well with political lesbians. No, there is no way except a bar. She decides to try it first in the afternoon. She'll feel safer in daylight. If she meets anyone she knows, she can pretend she's interested in nothing more than getting out of the sun and cooling off with a beer.

And so a few days later Valerie goes to a place called Augie's. It's mid-afternoon, but inside the bar it's dark and the air cool and the music heavily erotic. Valerie is relieved when a quick glance around the room reveals no one she knows, none of Frankie's friends and none of her own. She sits alone at the bar, and by the time she is on her second beer she feels more at ease and happy she has finally decided to be adventurous.

Someone finally approaches her, comes up behind her and says: "Like some company?"

The woman's voice is smooth and self-assured, and when Valerie turns to look at her she likes her immediately. Valerie noticed her before, a rangy looking butch with wide shoulders in a white shirt, jeans and cowboy boots, graying blond hair slicked back and cool blue eyes.

"I don't mind," Valerie says.

The woman says her name is Cleo. She sits on a stool beside Valerie and she orders two beers for them. "Nothing like a cold beer on a hot afternoon," Cleo says, giving Valerie's breasts an approving glance before lifting her eyes to smile at her.

Valerie nods, already feeling the first twitches of excitement in her belly. "Yes, a cold beer is nice."

They start talking. Cleo asks if Valerie has a lover and Valerie says yes, but things aren't working out that well. Cleo says she and her lover split a few weeks ago. "Makes me lonely," Cleo says. Then Cleo looks closely at Valerie. "You're not straight, are you? I don't get along well with straight women."

Valerie blushes, wondering if a straight woman would ever wander into a place like Augie's. "No, I'm living with a woman."

Cleo chuckles. "That's better."

They make small talk for fifteen minutes or so, and before long Cleo's arm is around Valerie's waist and Cleo's knee is pressing against Valerie's with a firmness that heightens Valerie's excitement. Valerie pretends she's in the bar merely to cool off, and for a while Cleo plays along with her and says nothing suggestive. Valerie's mind, however, is filled with erotic images of Cleo doing things to her, Cleo fondling and caressing her, sucking her nipples, kissing her belly, dropping her mouth between her legs and licking her cunt until she goes crazy. She imagines Cleo's long fingers inside her. She imagines Cleo's cunt pushing against her mouth as Cleo fucks her face. After another fifteen minutes, Valerie catches herself trembling with anticipation.




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Cleo seems to sense it and she makes her move, strokes Valerie's back and says her place isn't far and maybe they ought to go there because they'll be more comfortable. If Valerie likes jazz, they can listen to Cleo's tapes. Valerie agrees, but of course she doesn't care about the jazz and neither does Cleo. They both know they're going to Cleo's place to fuck. Swaying a bit after four beers, Valerie waltzes out of Augie's on Cleo's arm and feels happy that Cleo hails a taxi.

"Better than walking," Cleo says, helping Valerie into the cab and then sliding in beside her and giving the driver the address. As soon as the taxi starts moving, Cleo leans against Valerie and licks Valerie's ear. "You're beautiful," Cleo says.

Valerie shudders and turns her face to be kissed. As their mouths fuse, Cleo's hand slides under the edge of Valerie's dress to stroke Valerie's knees. Valerie is wearing heels, but her legs are bare. The feel of Cleo's fingers tickling her knees and thighs makes her shiver with excitement.

When they finish kissing, Cleo keeps her head against Valerie's and says: "I'm crazy about your legs. That's the first thing I noticed when you walked in. I like legs in heels."

Valerie quivers. "I can't stay more than a few hours."

"I promise not to tie you down."

Valerie giggles. "I bet you do that too."

"Only on request."

"Well, I'm not requesting it, so don't think of it."

"All right, I'll think of other things." And the way she looks at Valerie makes it clear that whatever she's thinking about is hot and exciting.

The taxi finally arrives at Cleo's place. Cleo pays the driver and they climb out. Cleo's apartment is tidy and comfortably furnished. She tells Valerie she runs a truck rental agency and is doing well at it. "How about some vodka?" Cleo says. Valerie says yes, accepts a vodka tonic, hoping Cleo won't dawdle too long because she's too nervous. But instead of dawdling, Cleo moves quickly, and within a few minutes after the drinks are poured in the living room, Valerie is in Cleo's arms.

"I bet you're a hot girl," Cleo says, her voice husky against Valerie's ear. The older woman drops her big hands down to squeeze Valerie's buttocks through her skirt. "Nice, doll. I like the way you're put together." Then Cleo chuckles. "Am I coming on too strong for you? Just tell me if I am. I don't want any bad vibrations getting started."

One hand holding onto Cleo's strong shoulder, Valerie sips her drink and says: "I think I'm doing fine."

Cleo laughs. "Good girl."

Valerie crosses her arms behind Cleo's head as they stand there and kiss. A spine-melting thrill passes through Valerie as she feels Cleo's hand drop to the small of her back to press their bellies more firmly together. Cleo grinds her hips against Valerie's as she whispers in Valerie's ear that Valerie has her steaming. "You're a doll," Cleo says.

Happy, Valerie rubs her belly against Cleo's to let her know she wants more. Cleo's hands slide over Valerie's shoulders and down her arms to her waist. Cleo's lips trail over Valerie's throat, then down to the low neckline of her dress. The older woman's fingers graze over Valerie's breasts, then settle on Valerie's right breast to play with the nipple through Valerie's blouse and bra. Valerie shudders. She goes limp as Cleo's fingers squeeze the nipple, pull and tug at it. She moans as she feels the buzzing connection between her breasts and sex. When she squeezes her thighs together, she can feel the wetness between her legs.

She loves it. Frankie never makes her feel like this, certainly hasn't for a long time. Cleo seems to know how to turn a woman on, how to get the furnace fired up and blazing.

Cleo undresses her while they're standing, unbuttons her blouse, unzips her skirt, strips her down to bra and panties and then makes her sit on the sofa. Dropping down to her knees, the rangy blonde starts kissing Valerie's legs and thighs and then finally buries her face in Valerie's crotch.

Valerie groans and lifts her knees. High heels wagging in the air, she looks down to watch Cleo sniffing her cunt through her panties, sniffing at the crotch already soaked with juice, nuzzling it, teasing her by not removing her panties. Not even her bra is off yet, the bra she likes to wear only because her breasts need support. She wants Cleo to remove her bra, but Cleo is too busy between her legs, busy driving her crazy with her hot breath blowing against her panty-covered sex. Suddenly, with a low sound in her throat, Cleo clamps her mouth over Valerie's cunt and begins chewing the swollen lips through her panties.

Valerie moans and closes her eyes. She remembers how Frankie once did this when they first started dating. A hot date dancing in a bar. Then a run to Frankie's place where Frankie had Valerie on the sofa with her dress up. Frankie's face buried in Valerie's sopping crotch. Valerie was drunk enough to hunch wildly, scream, lift her pelvis, begging Frankie to get her pantyhose off and fuck her. Valerie remembered the hot look in Frankie's eyes as she started chewing the nylon instead, eating Valerie through her pantyhose, eating her all the way to a fantastic orgasm that made her scream.

Cleo is eating her now, sucking her through the panties to make her crotch a soggy mess of saliva and juice, eating her pussy with such incredible energy. Wanting her. Valerie tells herself this is what she needs. To be wants like this. She keeps her legs up, her knees back, the high heels pointed at the ceiling. She remembers Cleo telling her earlier that she likes legs in heels. Now Cleo's face and hair graze the insides of her thighs. Cleo's long fingers clutch at her ass through the panties. Cleo's face is wet. Valerie can see the wetness on Cleo's face when she looks down at her. Frankie never shows the wet on her face. Frankie always makes sure to wipe it off before she comes up again. Valerie has never been kissed by Frankie with a wet mouth, never tasted herself on Frankie's lips. Her own taste. Never had Frankie suck her through her panties with such force. She spreads her legs wider now, her legs straight out and wide open, offering Cleo everything she has.

Then Cleo pulls her face away and she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Without awkwardness. "You're hot, aren't you, doll?"

Valerie quivers, her legs still up and apart. "Can't you tell?"

Cleo laughs. "I'm just teasing you." One of her fingers slides under the edge of Valerie's panties to touch a lip. "Dripping," Cleo says. "You're dripping right through your pants."

Valerie moans. "Don't tease!"

"I ought to tie you up and really tease you."

"No, please..." Groaning, squirming her ass with frustration as Cleo goes down again. Cleo's tongue laps over the outside of Valerie's panties. Valerie has an urge to tear a hole in the panties to get that tongue inside her.

Then at last Cleo pulls away. No more. She gently urges Valerie's legs down and she chuckles. "Enough, doll. Let's get to the bedroom and have some comfort."

She takes Valerie's hand, helps her rise and leads her out of the living room.

Now you belong to her, Valerie thinks. At least for a while anyway. Wearing only her bra and panties while Cleo is still fully dressed. She feels slutty. But the feeling is wonderful, her body keyed up to a high pitch of anticipation.

In the bedroom she stretches out on the bed. Cleo climbs on and begins kissing her again, more slowly, a romantic pecking, kissing and licking her mouth, then fluttering her tongue down between her breasts, over her rib cage and into her navel. Cleo at last rises to undress, her eyes hot. Valerie watches the clothes come off. When Cleo strips her shirt off, there is no bra to hide her breasts. She has small breasts on a lanky body, more lanky than Frankie. But the nipples are pink instead of brown like Frankie's. When Cleo is down to her underpants, Valerie can see the wetness in her crotch, her juices seeping through the cotton, the evidence she wants Valerie. Evidence not before the court, Valerie thinks. Stolen evidence. She feels a deep pleasure at the sight of another woman responding to her. Someone besides Frankie responding to her. Although she can't remember the last time she saw Frankie wetting her pants for her.

Cleo teases Valerie by pulling her underpants down very slowly. Pubic hair first. Then more of the mound. Curled blond hair. And finally the split between the plump blond lips as she lifts one leg to get the panties free. "Want to look?" Cleo says. Laughing, she comes to the bed, puts one foot on the edge and swings her knee wide to show everything, the pink flower open, pink flaps like wattles. She pulls at her cunt with her fingers to make her clit stick out. She's not that butch, is she? Valerie doesn't mind it, but as she looks at Cleo's cunt she thinks it's a bit silly, too blatant. But hot. A tall skinny butch with graying blonde hair and a meaty cunt. Pink cunt and those pink nipples. Cleo looks ready for fucking, the wattles out, the slit wet.

"Watch me," Cleo says. And Valerie is shocked as Cleo pushes two fingers inside herself and starts masturbating. No shyness. Her fingers slide in and out of her pink cunt. Cleo's crotch is so close, Valerie can hear the sucking sound as the fingers move in and out. And she can see the bit of flab on the insides of Cleo's thighs. And that swollen clit above the fingers jerking around like that. Cleo's thumb finds her clit and presses it down, mashes it down as if to squash it into oblivion. "Christ, I'm coming," Cleo says, her eyes rolling up, her pelvis punching back and forth as she keeps her fingers moving. Valerie locks her thighs, squeezing her cunt with her thigh muscles, amazed at everything, amazed because everything happens so fast, amazed she's still wearing her underwear, amazed a dyke who looks like such a strong butch would do this. While Cleo gushes. Gushing on her fingers. Her face flushed as she giggles, groans, pulls her fingers out and says: "Wow." And laughs.

Quickly now, Valerie unsnaps her bra and peels off her panties. Cleo's eyes glitter as she takes in everything. "Nice tits," Cleo says. "I like big tits."

The strong butch again.

Valerie smiles and says she isn't that big, but she moves her shoulders to make her breasts jiggle. To make Cleo want her more. Then Cleo comes on the bed and kisses her, only this time they are both naked, the fresh contact of their bodies electric. Cleo palms Valerie's breasts, squeezing them, then bending her head to lick both nipples at the same time, digging her nose and mouth between Valerie's breasts and licking the soft skin. Then back to her nipples again, chewing on them, pulling Valerie's nipples with her teeth until they feel raw. "Does it hurt?" Cleo asks. And Valerie tells her almost, as she slips a hand down over Cleo's back and over the narrow hip to cup Cleo's blond cunt. Maybe surprising Cleo by doing it.

Valerie rubs the heel of her palm against the wet flaps, against Cleo's gushing flower, smearing the syrup around on the insides of Cleo's thighs. Valerie loves the electric pleasure of a wet cunt in her hand. Especially a new one. No matter how much she likes the stability of a monogamous relationship, the first touching of a new cunt is always wonderful. And the cunt of a strong butch is always something special.

Cleo whispers: "Go on, suck it."

Valerie blushes because she isn't ready for that. She wants Cleo to give first. She's afraid Cleo will do all the taking. Like some others she has known. The takers. Dykes who are too sleek. "No, not yet."

"Then get inside me and make me come."

All right, she can do that. She pushes one of her fingers inside, then two fingers, then three fingers. Cleo groans, raises one knee. Cleo moves her ass, fucking back at Valerie's fingers, exciting Valerie because she comes so easily. Valerie's fingers are wet, sopping, drenched by the hot cunt. Delicious.

Cleo looks happy. "Hey, you're good." No butch remorse about having her cunt taken like that.

Cleo now makes Valerie lie back on the bed and open her legs, her knees up, her thighs wide apart to show her cunt. Cleo looks at it, a long look at Valerie's wide open cunt. Valerie quivers because it turns her on so much. The lust in Cleo's eyes, the dyke hunger for pussy. Valerie groans as Cleo's fingers open her, spread the lips apart to expose everything. Cleo smiles. "I bet you're sweet like candy." Which makes Valerie blush no matter how corny it is. Sweet like candy. Her pussy sweet like candy. She wants Cleo's mouth. What is she waiting for? Looking at her like that as she lies with her cunt wide open.

Cleo's fingers now pull at one of her lips, tugging it out as if to see how far it will stretch. Possessive. And maybe a bit sadistic. Then tickling her lower down in the crack of her ass. Valerie squirms, trying to avoid it. But Cleo insists, using her middle finger, pushing her wet middle finger inside Valerie's ass to see how open she is. Then pulling the finger out and again telling Valerie she's a hot doll. "You're a hot pussy," Cleo says. "Whoever you're living with, she's not taking care of you."

Valerie moans, aching. "Please do something..."

Cleo chuckles, tells her to take it easy. "We've got all afternoon, baby."

"No, I can't. I can't stay too long." She pushes Cleo's hands away from her cunt and she replaces them with her own, her fingers in the wet, pressing on the shaft of her clitoris.

Cleo laughs. "Come on, that's my job." Teasing her again, taking her time, making Valerie hold the lips open while she inspects the inside of her cunt. Then she has Valerie pinch out her clit, force it to protrude at the top of her slit, Cleo meanwhile with two fingers inside Valerie's vaginal opening. "You like to rush it too much," Cleo says.

"I can't stand being teased."

"Your pussy says something else, doll. Your pussy says you love it."

Yes, she does love it. She hikes her knees up further as Cleo's fingers start fucking her. She rocks her legs, holding her knees back with her hands now, loving each thrust of Cleo's long fingers in her canal.

"That's it," Cleo says. "Come on, let me see you pop off."

And pop off she does, her legs straight up in the air, her cunt going wild as Cleo's fingers slam her crotch again and again. At the end another cry as Cleo drops her head to clamp her mouth on her wet pussy, Valerie moaning as she drops her legs on Cleo's shoulders. She humps at Cleo's mouth, taking the blonde butch's mouth, feeling Cleo sucking her insides out, coming hard, and then coming down as Cleo licks the wetness on the insides of her thighs.

Cleo wiping her mouth with her fingers, then licking Valerie's cream off her fingertips. "Have a beer?"

Valerie nods, watching Cleo as she leaves the bed and walks out of the bedroom, then reaching down to touch her cunt, feel the wetness, close the lips in an attempt to cool herself down.

Returning with two beers, Cleo says: "I gather you've got problems at home."

"Yes."

"She doesn't give you enough."

Embarrassed, Valerie closes her legs. "I'd rather not talk about it."

Cleo smiles as she pulls Valerie's legs apart. "Come on, don't hide it. Not from me." Her blue eyes bright as she gazes at Valerie's open cunt. "That's better." A moment later she puts her beer away and she goes down on Valerie again, her lips and long tongue massaging Valerie's wet pussy. Valerie moans, no longer caring about anything except the mouth on her cunt, the hot twirling tongue thrusting inside her vagina. Not caring. Only this. A long blonde with a long tongue. Being wanted.

Shortly after that, Valerie leaves the bed and she hurries to get dressed again and leave. Cleo tries to stop her, but Valerie insists. "No, I can't."

"All right, here's my number, call me. Will you do that?"

"Yes."

And she's out the door, trembling, steeped in a great wash of guilt, hoping she can find a taxi fast and get home quickly.

         *   *   *

In the evening, the routine with Frankie is the same as usual. Frankie working out of her briefcase. Valerie lying on the sofa watching a silly TV program. And thinking about Cleo. This time she has something to think about, memories that make her quiver, memories that make her hot again as she lies there on the sofa while Frankie works at the dining room table with her papers. Valerie thinks of Cleo sucking her until she climaxed. She remains restless on the sofa until she goes to bed.

On Saturday evening, Frankie suggests they go out to a Chinese restaurant. Valerie is joyful, happy to be out with Frankie who is sweet and loving as they sit facing each other in a booth. "I love you," Valerie says. And Frankie smiles at her. They touch hands while they wait for the food to arrive. This is everything Valerie wants. But no, not everything. She needs the sex too. At home later it's understood they'll make love. Saturday night, isn't it? Frankie suggests they go right to bed and they do that. Maybe it's too early. They kiss under the covers. Frankie strokes Valerie's breasts and then she slips a hand between Valerie's legs. Too fast. Valerie wants more of a work-up, but instead Frankie's fingers are already inside her, sliding in and out, Frankie's knuckle slamming her clit, pushing her into it, making her come. Unable to hold back. Valerie heaves, cries out, coming like crazy on Frankie's hand.

Frankie says: "Are you all right?"

"Yes."

Valerie slides a hand down to Frankie's cunt, but Frankie stops her. "No, I'm fine. Really, I'm fine. I don't need anything."

And turns away. Leaving Valerie staring at the ceiling in the darkness. Why? How could she know why? After a while Valerie leaves the bed and she walks into the bathroom to use her fingers on her clit, rubbing herself as she leans against the wall. Bitterness and a long sob as she finally has an orgasm.

On Monday she telephones Cleo.

"My lovely doll," Cleo says. A sultry happiness in her voice. They make a date for one o'clock the next afternoon at Cleo's place. "I'll be waiting, doll."



          FOUR: CLEO

After Cleo puts the phone down, she walks back to the living room and she smiles at the girl on the sofa. "Are you okay, doll? Would you like another drink?"

The girl's name is Susan. She's a sandy blonde, a college girl with long silky hair, a long body now extended on Cleo's sofa. She looks at Cleo with seductive eyes and shakes her head. "No, I'm fine, thank you."

Cleo is solicitous, affectionate, seating herself on the sofa now beside Susan's long legs. Susan wears a summer dress and sandals, and she's barelegged. Cleo runs her hand over one of the girl's lovely legs. "You could be a model."

Susan smiles. "I'm not that pretty."

"Yes you are, you're a knockout."

Cleo picked her up only a few hours ago in a bar, and now Cleo is congratulating herself because the girl is such a beauty and so obviously hungry to be fucked. The girls are always easy when they're looking for it, especially the rich college girls from Northwestern. Cleo is forty-six, happy in her maturity, happy because she's having more success with women these days than she had when she was Susan's age. At Susan's age she was a totally mixed up Sixties flower girl. Now she's a middle-aged dyke with a settled mind and uncomplicated desires. There is nothing complicated about the desire she feels for Susan. Cleo is thrilled as Susan now slowly raises one knee, the movement causing her dress to fall back enough to reveal one of her thighs. The girl knows what she's doing. Oh yes.

Susan wears hardly any makeup, but her lips are painted a bright red. She likes to toss her long blonde hair, tossing it over one shoulder or over the other shoulder, or sometimes pulling a strand or two away from her face. Her body is long but the curves are there, a hint of heaviness in the breasts and hips that delights Cleo. The older woman imagines those ripe breasts in her hands. That makes her think of Valerie's breasts, Valerie's voice on the phone just a few minutes ago, Valerie's dark-haired muff. Susan's muff will be something else, dark blonde, Cleo guesses, the curls as fine as silk.




Lovers



Brit and Lori were cuddled together in their bed, kissing and caressing each other, trying to keep warm. The thermostat in their apartment was shot, and Melissa, their landlady, was away from the complex on vacation that week.

There was only one perfect way to keep warm: body heat.

The pair was locked in a passionate embrace, with the legs of the blonde-haired Lori intertwined with those of the sultry brunette. While they were rubbing their legs together, the heat between their legs was increasing, and soon the pair didn't care that the heat was out in the apartment.

Brit and Lori had been lovers for the past five years and had lived in this apartment for a year exactly this night, and were rather disappointed that Melissa wasn't spending the anniversary with them. But, despite her absence, they decided to have a little party of their own.

Then the heat went out about an hour before Lori was due home from work; when she got in, a blast of what felt like arctic air knocked her senseless. But soon her lip curled into a devilish smile, knowing that there would only be two ways to keep warm until the thermostat was fixed -- wear many layers of clothes, or lay naked in the warm arms of her sweet Brittany.

Brittany, the dominating brunette, slid on top of her lover, looking deep into the blue eyes of Lori. Brit loved those eyes, loved staring into them, getting lost in the sparkles that seemed to dance near the iris. Lori's eyes were like sponges, sucking in Brit's ceramic-like facial expressions, especially the mischievous grin splashed across her face at this moment. Lori rose up to meet her girlfriend's lips, and the pair shared a sweet, soft kiss, before the brunette raised herself out of reach.

"You're such a little clit tease!" Lori said loudly, looking at her girlfriend and beginning to pout playfully. But it wasn't playful to Brit, whose pussy started to get soaked just from the blonde's lips being posed the way they were.

Brittany moaned softly, and Lori broke into a laugh.

"What's so funny baby?" Brit asked, but she got no answer in return. She started to tickle Lori's sides, making the blonde squirm. Lori kicked the covers away as her partner assaulted her sides with her fingers, and immediately the pair was greeted by the cold air. Two sets of nipples hardened more than they already were and their flesh became taut as the air bit their skin. Each woman started to shiver and Brit quickly pounced down on her partner and started to rub her body against Lori's, trying to quickly generate some body heat.

Lori's teeth were chattering but that suddenly subsided as Brit's pubic mound rubbed against hers. Lori started to rub her hands up and down Brit's back, caressing her skin and feeling the small valley that was Brit's backbone. Her hands dropped lower to the brunette's heart-shaped ass, cupping the cheeks and pulling her sweet girlfriend closer to her. 

Both started to kiss, Brit softly kissing Lori's lower lip, nibbling tenderly. The two loved each other dearly and loved to show each other how much their love had grown. Times like these, when they were all alone, were extremely special.

Having the heat out made them all the more closer, making their love making a little more interesting.

Brittany continued to kiss Lori, their kisses lingering and growing into something more, until the brunette began to slowly slide down Lori's body. She kissed her neck, sucking onto the spot where the neck met the shoulder, sending more shivers down the blonde's spine. Lori moaned as she felt Brit's lips pursing against her soft skin.

Soon Brit's head lowered, kissing past Lori's clavicle and down her chest. Brit's head ducked under the blanket and her lips began to kiss Lori's succulent breasts. Lori's chest heaved as she felt her girlfriend's tongue sliding back and forth and around her hardened left nipple. She gasped as she felt hot air being blown across it, Brit exhaling hard on Lori's boob. 

Lori was moaning softly, cooing as her lover's tongue softly tiptoed through the deep valley of her cleavage. She slid her hands underneath the blanket and ran her fingers through Brittany's dark hair. Brittany repeated the process of tonguing Lori's nipple, teasing it and flicking it, before she nibbled it. She ground her teeth back and forth against the nipple, sending waves of intense pleasure through Lori's senses. Lori loved rough play, especially when Brit instigated it.

She could hear Brit's lips pucker and she felt them against her skin, all the while feeling Brit slip lower and lower on her body, the lips travelling slowly down her torso. Lori began to spread her legs, feeling Brit's perky boobs and her sharp, needle-like nipples rubbing against her supple thighs. She giggled as Brit's tongue licked around her navel, but after several minutes of that, Lori's hands pushed Brit's head down between her legs. She wanted her lover to touch her where it mattered the most.

And when Brit's tongue dragged down her wet, shaved pussy, Lori groaned deeply. She smiled as she could feel the tongue of her lover run up and down the silky folds repeatedly, occasionally zigging and zagging down her slit. Brit artfully and expertly licked her girlfriend's pussy lips, knowing exactly what drove her best friend in the world wild.

Brit took her tongue away from Lori's pussy and started to kiss her vulva, placing pecks on the labia before taking two fingers and spreading the lips apart, exposing her girlfriend's clit. The clit was poking out from underneath the hood, enticing the brunette to lick and suck on it.

The dominating woman dove in, clamping her mouth down on Lori's clit, causing the blonde to jump. She squealed as she heard her girlfriend sucking away, feeling her tongue swipe this way and that, then feeling Brit's teeth nibbling away. Brit took her mouth away from Lori's clit, took a deep breath, and dove in again.

Lori couldn't believe the ride she was being taken on. Heat was pulsing out to her extremities and pleasure was rolling from her clit to her nipples, which she began to pinch and roll between her fingers. She pulled on her left nipple and felt the jolt from the pain go straight to her pussy.

She felt her body spasm slightly, making Brit bounce away from her pussy for just a second. Brit said, "Damn baby, you're really liking this!"

Lori could only moan and say, "Uh huh!"

Brit then took her tongue and started to lick inside her precious baby's pussy. She licked along the vaginal walls and tried to get her oral member deep inside her lover, deep enough to wiggle it around. Lori felt this intrusion and continued to spread her legs, and soon, she was in the shape of a T on the bed, her feet poking out either side of the heavy blanket. Lori arched her back as Brit found a sweet spot and began to shake as Brit's tongue hardly moved a centimeter left or right; she only pressed the tip of her tongue against it and held it there.

Lori's fingernails were digging into Brittany's scalp as she felt the pleasure envelope her and take her to places she had never been before. She felt the tongue move away and was replaced by fingers, as two fingers on Brit's right hand snaked into Lori's pussy, plunging in and out with reckless abandon. Lori was wet and was growing wetter by the second.

Brit's fingers were squishing in and out of her girlfriend's pussy, rhythmically dancing inside the satiny softness, feeling the young woman's arousal swell around her digits. She felt Lori's pelvis rocking, bouncing up and down as she was humping the brunette's hand. Brit quickly stuck her tongue out and began to flick Lori's clit, as she felt the blonde was going to have an orgasm.

Lori was thrashing about on the bed, not caring if she was kicking the blanket off her. Her body was on fire from Brit's oral and digital ministrations and she needed a release. She was moaning incessantly, her moans and groans getting louder and increasing in timbre. Tears were sliding down her cheeks, tears of happiness. She loved being made love to by Brittany, and she felt elated at the fact that her girlfriend never once complained about her always doing Lori first.

Brit's tongue continued to swipe at Lori's clit and her fingers were still sliding in and out forcefully, but she soon got an idea. She slowed the pace of her fingering down, causing Lori to whimper. She wanted to cum badly.

Instead, Brit began to seek out the blonde's G-Spot with the pads of her fingertips. She rubbed the roof of her girlfriend's pussy, which was already in a frenzy. Soon she found the rough flesh and began to rub it in a circle, clock-wise first for several revolutions, then reversing. Lori's eyes began to roll into her head and her body slumped back on to the bed, her head hitting the pillow with a "thump." She was tired and she hadn't cum yet, but she was incredibly close. Her body had given out on her and she was simply going to enjoy the rest of it.

But Brittany noticed this at once and began rubbing faster, increasing her speed. That snapped Lori out of her daze and she quickly began to moan again. Her hands retreated from the confines of Brit's dark tresses to her own beautiful breasts, rubbing circles on the undersides. The pressure was building in her groin and she was doing her best to stem the flow.

Brittany soon slid a third finger and then a fourth into Lori's pussy, and the blonde simply couldn't take it anymore: with a groan that took her ass straight off the bed, Lori flooded Brittany's hand. 

She announced she was cumming with a scream. Brit put her mouth back to the woman's pussy and started to suck Lori's cum out of her, getting a tasty, wet mouthful.

After the orgasm had subsided, Brit crawled up Lori's svelte body and began to kiss her long and hard, letting the blonde get a good taste of herself. Their tongues mingled between their lips, groans of passion echoing through the small second floor bedroom.

***

An hour later, after Lori had recovered from her orgasm and had returned the favor to her extremely talented lover, the pair were cuddled in bed, the blanket wrapped tightly around themselves. They were sweating, and the blanket took the body heat burning between them and insulated their sexy bodies. They exchanged kisses, their tongues slipping into the other's mouth slowly.

Lori moved a strand of wet hair from Brit's forehead and smiled down at her beautiful girlfriend. Brit returned her smile and lovingly ran the back of her right index finger down Lori's cheek. She whispered, "I love you, Lori Reynolds."

"I love you too, Brittany Powers," Lori replied, kissing her again and again.

Brit broke the kiss and looked at Lori.

"We have to do something about this heat, baby. I could live like this for a while, holding onto you every night. But sooner or later, we're going to have to get out of this bed!" Brit said. Lori laughed in agreement.

Then the phone rang. Brit reached back and grabbed the cordless.

"Hello?"

"Brittttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt!" screamed Brianne, their red headed friend who they occasionally had sex with. Brianne had been a surprise for Lori about 11 months ago and had been away on business for the past two weeks.

"Hey Bree, what's going on?" Brit asked as Lori was circling her hand on the brunette's flat tummy.

"I just got back into town and I can't get a hold of Melissa. She's not even answering her cell. Any idea where she could be?" Brianne asked.

"She went on vacation for a week, left yesterday. I can't believe she didn't tell you!" Brit said.

"Well I have been gone for two weeks. Assholes kept me in meetings practically around the clock, so I couldn't get a hold of her or answer my phone when she called. I haven't even checked my messages yet. What are you two up to tonight?" Brianne asked.

"We are sitting in an absolutely cold apartment, cuddling in bed after an amazing round of oral pleasure," Brit said with a little teasing inflection in her voice.

"Cold apartment? Did Melissa forget to pay the heat again?"

"Nah, our thermostat shut down today before we got home. Turn it up and nothing comes out of the vents. So we made our own heat," Brit said with a giggle.

"Awww, so you're not interested in some company tonight then, huh?"

"Not tonight sweetie, but maybe tomorrow night," Brit said, but then Brianne came up with a great plan.

"Hey, I have an idea. My cousin Angela is in town and she does heating and air conditioning. Let me call her and she if she can schedule you for tomorrow."

"That would be great hon. Call me back when you get an answer."

Brit hung up the phone after saying good bye and turned back to her lover.

"That was Brianne. She's calling her cousin Angela to see if she can squeeze us in tomorrow to get the heat back on. She says hi to you, too," Brit said, reaching in for a kiss, which Lori graciously returned.

Three minutes later, Brianne called back.

"Great news! Angela said she has the day off tomorrow but will gladly come over tonight to work on it. I told her you were good friends of mine and she said that no one should be cold at night. She'll be over in about a half hour," Brianne said, before hanging up.

"Angela will be over in a half hour. What should we do in the meantime?" Brit said to Lori, a wicked grin growing and a sparkle showing in her eyes.

"Maybe we should get dressed, baby. They way we go, we'd be in mid-fuck when she gets to the door, and I don't think we should open the door to a stranger when we're buck naked!" Lori said.

"That didn't stop us on our first full morning in here, remember? Melissa came to the door and we were practically naked!" Brit replied. Lori remembered this, as she was in just in a white tank top and a cute pair of blue bikini panties at the time. Brit had just gotten out of the shower and was in a towel that was quickly dropped. The three then had hours of passionate sex.

"True. But she is a friend now. Angela isn't."

Brit groaned, but stole a kiss from Lori before she got out of bed. She walked over to her dresser and opened it. Lori was looking at her sexy girlfriend as she walked, the heart shaped ass swaying back and forth. Lori couldn't help but stare.

She watched as Brittany picked out a cute little pair of white panties, a tiny thong with a small bow on the front. Brit was shivering as she bent over to put her panties on and felt like she was going to fall over. She managed to get her feet into them and slowly brought them up her legs, the tiny slit of material disappearing into the crack of her cute ass. She wiggled her ass at Lori, who laughed at her girlfriend. Brit looked back and laughed, too.

Brit then put on some form-fitting jeans, which she moved her hips while putting on, before putting on a shirt and two sweatshirts. Lori then got out of bed and didn't put panties on, but put on sweatpants and a loose-fitting sweatshirt. 

"You should put something else on, your nipples are going to go numb!" Brit exclaimed, a smile on her face.

"It's okay, you will just have to warm them up for me later!" Lori said, and both laughed again.

Brit made some coffee and Lori began to straighten up their apartment so that it didn't appear that they were slobs. A few minutes little, the doorbell rang. Lori went to open the door.

Standing there was Angela. She had red hair with streaks of blonde scattered through it, her face looked to be made of porcelain, her lips like precious rubies. She had an athletic physique, with curves in just about all the right places, including her breasts and her sensuous hips. She had light blue eyes, just as blue as the sky.

She wore a pair of jeans that seemed to fall off her as she walked, as well as a tool belt and a heavy jacket that said "Angela" on it. She wore a heavy sweatshirt underneath, one that showed off her large breasts, which seemed to be straining against it. 

Lori guessed Angela was about a 36c cup. She couldn't be sure until she sampled the good herself. She bit her lip at the thought.

"Hi, I'm Angela, you must be Lori. Brianne described you perfectly!" the woman said. Lori said "Yes," and backed off so Angela could get in. They walked down the hall to where Brit was, and when Brit saw Angela, her jaw dropped slightly.

"This is Brittany, Brittany, Angela, Angela, Brittany," Lori said, making the introductions.

Brittany shook Angela's hand and said hello to her, before leading her to the thermostat. She then grabbed Lori and dragged her into the bedroom.

When they got there, Brit's eyes were wide and Lori was trying to figure out what was wrong with her.

"She's gorgeous!" Brit whispered to her girlfriend, and she saw Lori smile.

"Wanna try?" Lori asked, and Brit enthusiastically nodded her head. She then kissed Lori hard on the lips, holding it there for what seemed like an eternity. She broke the kiss and tried to get herself under control before rejoining their guest.

Angela had taken off her jacket as well as her heavy sweatshirt and was working hard on the thermostat in just a tight white tank top. Her nipples were erect from the cold air that washed through the apartment.

In a matter of minutes, Angela was done.

"The switch was all screwy. Wasn't making contact. Just cleaned the contacts and it should be all set," she told the girls, who weren't looking directly at her face, instead at her large boobs, which were larger than both Brit's and Lori's. They heard a "whoosh" as the heat came on, rushing through the vents.

Brit heard it and quickly took off her two sweatshirts, her nipples still hard from the cold. 

It took a while for the heat to really pump through, but that's not what they cared about. They both wanted to pump Angela.

Angela turned back to both girls, only to find them staring at her boobs.

"Like what you see?" she said, and both girls nodded.

"Wanna see more?" Again, a pair of nods.

Angela crossed her arms under her breasts and pulled the tank top over her head, exposing her firm boobs to the women.

"They're real girls. Check them out for yourself," Angela offered, holding her boobs in her hands. Both Brit and Lori went to Angela liked two starved puppy dogs and placed their hands on a boob each. They caressed the breast they held, lightly using their fingertips and the backs of their hands. Lori brushed the pad of her thumb up against Angela's left nipple and the handywoman shuddered from contact.

Brit lowered her head and began to suckle on the right nipple, with Angela tilting her head back and gasping.

"She's good with her tongue, isn't she?" Lori asked, and all Angela could do was nod her head and say, "Mmmm, yeah, she is. Suck it good Brittany."

Angela's eyes met Lori's and she looked down at her left breast. Lori took the hint and, without taking her eyes off the red head, lowered her mouth to it and began to suck on her nipple violently. Angela moaned as she felt double the stimulation on her breasts, putting her hands on the backs of the girls' heads to keep them there.

The pair was sucking on Angela's bullet-like nipples for five minutes when Angela pulled them away from her tasty teats. Both girls looked up and whimpered helplessly.

"You two are wearing too many clothes and I think we should all get comfortable," she said, and the girls led her by the hand to their bedroom. Brit immediately ripped her shirt off, exposing her own firm breasts to the increasingly warm air. Even though it wasn't cold anymore, her nipples stayed erect, this time from arousal. Lori also got naked, taking her time in removing the two articles of clothing she wore. Angela took off her tool belt before she unsnapped and unzipped her jeans. She shucked them off and was standing in front of the two lovers in just a pair of white thong panties with pink polka dots, red lace trim and little roses dancing across the front. She looked gorgeous and cute all at the same time. The girls gave an "awww" to let her know that they liked them. Angela smiled.




Lovers



Hooking her thumbs into the sides of her thong, Angela slid it over her shapely thighs and down her long legs, revealing a shaved pussy, completely devoid of any hair.

"Shaved it seconds before Brianne called me. I had just gotten out of the shower. I love the feel of smooth skin under my fingers when I masturbate or when someone is licking me. Drives me very wild," Angela said. 

Brittany soon discarded her panties and all three were then naked in Brit and Lori's bedroom. Angela walked up and forcefully kissed Lori, catching the woman off her guard and taking her breath away. She slid her tongue into her mouth and started to spar with hers, feeling how soft the tongue was. She even wrapped her arms around the blonde and grabbed her ass. Angela wanted to feel that tongue in her pussy, and, if she heard correctly from Brianne, Lori would be game for licking her ass, too. 

She stepped away from Lori leaving the blonde dazed. She moved to Brittany and found the brunette ready for her. Brittany mouth was slightly open and wrapped her arms around Angela's body, cupping her hands on her ass and pulling the red head to her. Their breasts rubbed against each other, their nipples growing excited by the touch. They broke the kiss and Brit grabbed her tits and continued to rub her nipples against Angela's, tracing circles on her aureoles. 

Lori was watching the show in front of her and was rubbing her own breasts, imagining the feel of her breasts against both Angela and Brittany, her lover. The titty rub always got her juices flowing!

Brit and Angela walked over to the other woman and wrapped their arms around her, Brit kissing her first before Angela did the same.

"I want to see you two kiss," Lori said bluntly. She was growing bold here; she wanted to see Angela get ravaged by the beautiful woman in front of her. The two women turned to each other and kissed passionately, while Lori looked on in awe. She gasped as she looked on, getting extremely turned on by the sight.

"I want you two to lick and suck on my body first, I want you two to make me scream both your names," Angela said, breaking away from the duo and climbing up on the bed on all fours before setting on her back. She relaxed her arms outs on the pillows, as if inviting the pair to climb up with her.

The lovers joined their new friend on their bed, Lori on the right, Brit on the left of the woman. Both began to kiss and suck on her neck, their hands seeking out and caressing the flesh underneath them. Brit was nuzzling her nose against Angela's neck as her fingers trickled down to the woman's pussy, where she began to slowly rub the lips. Lori was kissing down her collarbone, before she dove for the woman's pert breasts. She, too, nuzzled against Angela, this time in the woman's cleavage, letting her lips fly gracefully over her skin.

Lori began to move down her body, as she wanted to taste this sexy woman's pussy even before she walked in the door. Brit also made a move, as she got up and began to straddle Angela's face. She wrapped her hands around Brit's thighs and immediately began to lick her pussy.

"Yeah Angela, be a good slut and eat a pussy you just met 15 minutes ago. Yeah, that's a good little slut, gnaw on my clit. Mmmmmmm, make it feel wicked good baby," Brit teased, egging on the red head. Angela responded, lashing her tongue out inside the young woman's vagina.

Lori was also licking Angela's pussy slowly, letting her tongue seek out the nooks and crannies of her new friend's pussy. Her tongue darted to and fro as her nose rubbed up against her clit. Angela's hips wouldn't stay still, forcing Lori to hold her waist down with her left hand while she licked her and fingered her with her right. She slid two fingers inside her and worked them in and out, working up a steady rhythm. She rubbed the woman's clit with her thumb, keeping her stimulated.

It was three women in harmony, all working together like a sexual machine. 

Angela was looking into Brit's eyes while she was eating her out, while Brit's eyes were slightly closed, feeling the sensations rip through her. Her hands were on her breasts, holding them and manipulating the nipples between her thumb and index finger. She hips were rotating is slow circles on Angela's tongue.

Lori looked up to watch Brit's ass revolve on Angela's face, and immediately tongued Angela harder, making the red head squirm. She removed her fingers and dove in, nibbling on Angela's inner pelvis, letting her teeth drag along the sensitive vaginal walls. She had Angela moaning into Brit's pussy that the handywoman took her mouth off a few times to scream.

"Aww fuck yeah! My pussy is on fire! Lick me Lori, lick me good!" Angela said before she returned to licking Brittany.

But Lori didn't do as she was told, and instead rushed to the toy alcove. She quickly donned an 8-inch strap on dildo, a red jelly-like dildo attached to a harness. Lori returned to the bed and got on her knees in front of Angela and slowly inserted the head of the fake cock into her wet pussy. Lori had to raise her friend's hips to fuck her easier and soon, she was pistoning in and out of Angela, making her to moan harder into Brit's pussy.

The vibrations inside Brit were setting off fireworks, and as Angela was sliding her tongue back and forth across her walls, Brit succumbed to orgasm, the cum rushing onto Angela's pretty face and drenching her completely. Brit collapsed to the side, but within minutes she recovered enough to watch Lori fuck their new friend.

Lori was fucking her wildly, getting down on top of her to fuck her more easily. She smelled Brit's pussy on Angela's face and she was licking the cum off. Angela wrapped her athletic legs around Lori's little waist and locked them, before reaching down and pawing the blonde girl's tight ass. 

Lori was looking into the light blue eyes of the woman under her and she was talking dirty to her.

"Yeah, you like that don't you? You like a fake dick inside your wet pussy. You like it when we fuck you like the little slut you are! Come into our house to fix our thermostat and you end up in bed with us! Is this what you do, fix thermostats and then fuck the tenants? Yeah, you're a dirty little slut, you're our bitch and you need to beg me to fuck you anymore!" Lori whispered, slowly her pace down until Angela begged for it.

She didn't wait long, as Angela was screaming her wants and desires to anyone who was listening.

"God yes, Lori! Fuck me hard, I beg you! Make me your little handy slut! I'll do anything you two want me to do, just fuck me harder than you've fucked before, and suck my tits and drive we wild!" Angela said, sweat pouring down her brow. She hadn't been this turned on since she fucked that ROTC officer back in college -- while he still wore his uniform.

Brit had recovered enough that she also went to the toy alcove and also put on a strap-on, this one also 8 inches and flesh colored. This one would go into Angela's cute little ass.

Coating the dildo with lube, she walked to the bed and had Lori roll Angela over onto her side, then she spread the lube on the woman's asshole. After a minute or two, Brit had the length of the dildo implanted in the sexy woman and was reaming her out, matching Lori's strokes with the other dildo.

Angela was going through sensory overload, these two sexy women pummeling her pussy and ass to the extreme. Her eyelids were fluttering and her eyes rolling into her head. She held her orgasm off, but she couldn't resist much longer. She came hard on the fake cock that was drilling her repeatedly.

She came down from the high, only to find the jelly-like dildo in front of her face, being held by Lori. She was still wearing the dildo, and she wanted Angela to suck it good and clean it off.

Angela took it like a trooper, deep throating the dildo and making sure that none of her juices remained. Then Lori removed the dildo from her mouth and moved down to kiss her. Their tongues swirled around, Lori tasting Angela's musky scent.

Brit removed the other dildo but kept it on, lying down on the bed next to Angela. She held it in her hand and was jerking it off, and soon she found Lori's pussy planted on the fake cock. She began to ride her lover, holding onto Brittany's boobs while the cock impaled her. Angela recovered a few minutes later and was standing in front of Lori, bending over and grabbing the headboard. Her asshole gaped open and Lori was quick to massage her friend's asshole with her tongue. It was open enough for her to get her tongue in, and soon Lori was fucking Angela's ass with her tongue! Angela came again, spraying Lori's tits with cum. Yes, Angela was a shooter, and she forgot to mention that to the girls. 

But what a nice surprise it was.

***

The trio slept together in the same bed that night, with Angela in the middle of the two sexy nymphs, both girls sleeping soundly -- sucking on one of Angela's nipples. Angela was getting wet and knew the morning would be just as adventurous. 



Lovers



This story is entirely fiction. It's intentionally short, with little character development; sort of an experiment for me, written in what I think of as an impressionistic style, a first foray into stroke stuff.

A very tiny, rather melancholy twist pops up at the end; hope you don't mind. Readers on another site complained about it.

*

I sat on the top step, in the shallow end of my pool. She sat on the next step down, her head leaning back onto my chest.

We had been skinny-dipping, shielded from curious eyes by a fence and a well-tended hedge. The sun was warm on our skin, late enough not to be much of a burn hazard, still early enough to be round and full and comforting. A steady breeze sang through the trees, keeping us cool.

I idly rubbed her shoulders, eliciting equally idle murmurs; from there, I moved down to scratch her back, just like she liked. She leaned forward to accommodate me.

After a moment, I slipped my arms under hers and moved my hands around to cup her breasts. I loved squeezing them, gently, feeling their supple resistance; solid thirty-six Cs they were, all natural, with nipples half an inch long when erect. They sagged a bit -- being past thirty will do that -- but they'd never swollen with milk, never deflated after weaning a child.

She leaned back into me while I massaged her lovely orbs, and said, "Feels nice."

"You sure do," I replied softly.

She turned her face to mine, and we shared a kiss.

When the kiss broke, she gazed into my eyes for a moment; then she said, "Eat me?"

I grinned. "How could I turn down a request like that?"

She smiled, then moved to my right, hoisting herself mostly out of the water, sitting on a towel, her legs still dangling in the water, spread wide for me.

I patted her clean-shaven mons with the edge of the towel, not wanting the taste of chlorine to hide the sweetness I knew so well. I placed little feather-soft kisses on her outer lips; I felt them swell in response, heard her breathing quicken.

I stuck my tongue into her folds, lightly, gently, feeling her petals begin to bloom fully, finding her hard little button that responded so eagerly to my efforts. I flicked it several times, caught it with my lips, and made 'mmm' sounds.

Her reaction told me how well I was doing.

I was past the preliminaries, tasting her juices flowing freely, and I pushed my tongue as deeply into her as I could, enjoying every second of this oral delight. I lapped at her delicate folds, firmly, tenderly; and right when I knew she would, she shuddered, hissing out her orgasm.

I stopped my efforts as I felt her hand on my head; pulling away, I moved up to lay half-prone beside her, keeping a respectful distance, watching her flush recede, hearing her breathing regulate itself.

At length, she turned half-focused eyes to me. I kissed her; she returned the kiss gently, laconically, without passion, as she always did after an orgasm.

"I love to taste me on your lips," she whispered.

I smiled, kissed her again.

We lay there for a few moments; she pushed me onto my back, and said, "Let's see what you have to offer down in these parts," as she placed her lips onto my glans.

She wasn't a deep-throat gal, a competent fellatrix but not a pro; she sucked me into hardness, using her tongue expertly, eliciting great, pleasurable groans from me.

After a couple of minutes of servicing me, she stretched out beside me again, and said, "Your turn."

I positioned myself between her opened legs, and slipped into her easily, her lubricants fully restored and ready for me. Her vaginal muscles, so strong, so well-trained, assisted my thrusts in coaxing my offering from me.

"Can't hold out," I muttered.

"Come inside me, baby," she said.

With that I erupted, filling her with me, wanting it to go on far longer than it would, savoring every second. We both moaned, low sounds against the insistent passing of the breeze through the hedge.

I supported myself for a moment, then reached down to kiss her once again. I slipped back to her side, spooning behind her, cupping her breast, both of us enjoying the warm glow of love, made; nuzzling her neck, I soon joined her in a light doze.

A scant half hour later we stirred. She was shivering a little; she slipped back into the warm water. I gazed at her and smiled; she returned the smile, then reached for her bathing suit, a lovely one-piece that accented her curves and retained some decorum.

She got out of the pool, reached down into a pile of her belongings, and looked at her watch.

"Four-thirty," she said simply.

I nodded, watched her gather her items.

"Frank will be home soon. I'll need to get a shower, so I'd best be trotting," she said.

I sat upright. She bent over to kiss me; as we kissed, I ran a hand over her left breast. She smiled at that; then, after a final peck, turned and slipped through the gate separating our homes.

I sat for another few moments, then gathered my trunks and the couple of towels we'd used, and went inside.



Lovers



She's walking toward the wash basin, looking for coolness in the warm weather. Taking the pitcher she fills it with water, splashing her face. He can fight it no longer, walking up behind her. Seeing one of her shoulder straps has fallen down his eyes are drawn to her neck, her most delicious neck. Softly he kisses it, then more greedily. His lips feasting on her delicate neck and shoulders, making her shudder. She turns and they kiss, deeply, passionately... hungrily. 

Hungry for love, hungry for each other. Embracing and caressing tightly. Her hands allover his back, digging into his skin, almost as if she wanted to rip it off for herself, to keep it, devour it... or at least mark it as her own. Etching it red in the process. He lifts her up on the counter, kissing his way around her neck, down her neckline. Plunging his tongue into the cleavage of her top, his hands running allover the silk of her lingerie. Enjoying the feel of the soft cool fabric. Then sliding them in underneath, exploring her even softer skin... yet her skin is warm. A hot blooded woman. 

Touching her breast, squeezing them, deeply inhaling her scent, his face deep in her cleavage. Licking her skin. He pulls back a little, lifting the thin top up over her head, flinging it away as they kiss. It's hard for her to let him go... but again he buries his face in her bosom, licking tit after tit... inhaling her, feeling her against his cheeks... and then licking downwards, her hands digging into his hair. His tongue exploring the pit of her navel. His lips allover her stomach. Gently he peels off her panties, slowly pulling them along her legs until they drop onto the floor. 

Now his true feast begins, kissing his way along her legs, those legs he loves to feel wrapped around him, squeezing him. Kissing, caressing and nibbling on her thighs. Getting impatient she tries to force his head to her centre, only halfheartedly though. She enjoys this game as much as he does. His lips, soft and sensuous, wandering towards her labia. How he loves to feast on that fruit, that lovely, tasty, moist, fresh fruit of hers. So deliciously fleshy and pink. But everything in due time, drawing little patterns on her thigh as he edges toward the pit between her thighs and groin. Dipping his tongue into her fold. Nibbling on her soft skin, she waxes her legs, just for him, and he loves her for it. Loves feeling her skin so close... 

Nibbling softly to that fold, playing with the tip of his tongue. Playing around her mound of hair. Digging her fingers deeper and deeper into his hair, he doesn't kiss her lover lips, those full lips, until her fingers turn into nails. 

Time to work his tongue in such a fashion that they both enjoy it. He devours her succulent peach, slowly, almost gracefully. Restraining himself to control his hunger. His saliva flowing almost as richly as her sweet wine as his tongue slowly goes deeper. His hands roaming around, roaming over her sweet flesh, her soft skin. He brings her to the brink, again and again. Only to back down. This too is a part of the game.

As he rises she uses her feet to push his underwear down, getting trouble at one point from his erect organ before he helps sort it out. Moving in on her he's ready, truly ready, and all to eager. But the game must go on. He doesn't enter her right away, rather he lets himself play on the outside, rubbing himself in her wetness and hair without entering. Squeezing his parts between them as he leans forward and kisses her. Moving his part as if to enter her but instead rubbing it along her lips, sliding it along her wet lips. Over her clit. Teasing them both until her eyes beg him and he can't stand it anymore. 

Slowly sliding into her as she folds, wraps, her legs around him, her hands on his neck. Pushing himself into her fully. Kissing her deeply. Swallowed by her fully. Slowly grinding, she moans with every move, as does he. Having to restrain himself from accelerating into oblivion to quickly, too soon. The game must continue. Her arms, hands and legs like vices, holding him close still he manages to thrust. 

Nibbling on his neck as he thrusts, slowly building momentum as her appetite looses control. faster and further. He's holding back, not wanting to loose it too quickly but it's getting difficult. His muscles tensing up he struggles to relax his groin. Focusing on not disappointing her, if he did that he'ld disappoint himself. 

Her hands wander down to his bum for a quick squeeze, almost overpowering him, before they wander back to his back. Her nails digging in as she gets closer and closer. The counter's shaking, a violent protest to their violent use of it. The blood her nails are drawing is hardly noticed by him. Obsessing over the process without time for details. When she screams he looses his mind, his control. Shaking together as waves of pleasure tears into them, grabbing each other close trying to find something to hold on to as their world crumbles. Thumping into her as her nails draws his blood. Thrusting into her a few final times, loosing himself in herself...

They draw apart sweaty and content, kissingly looking forward to more times like these... It's only later that he notices the scratches in his back, but it is her way and he'ld never ask for an apology...

He's watching her clean herself, it's almost magical and he sits entranced on the bed. Standing in a small tub she's got a sponge that she soaks and then rubs over herself, the water running down over her skin. His eyes follow every drop, almost making him drool. She knows this, however unselfconscious she seems she knows how she affects him. She soaps up and asks him to bring a pitcher of water to rinse it off. 

He tries not to run. Coming back he takes one last look at her soap-covered body before gently letting the water rinse it off, running along her perfect shape and smooth skin. She dries off a little before squatting over the small tub filled with water that's now placed right between her legs. 

Rubbing the sponge over her lower self. Running it in between her legs, leaving her mound of hair glistening with moisture as the drops of water travel down between her legs falling back into the small tub. Lathering up that hair for a while, such an adoring sight, before rinsing it clean. The last few drips hanging on for a short while before falling. Drying herself she tells him it's his turn. 

He's a little unsure but still why not. He likes showing himself off to her. Proudly undressing he reaches for the sponge but her hand stops him, telling him she's going to do it.

He's taller but she can reach, using the sponge again she covers him briefly in her scent, marking him as her own. Soon she washes it off but he still feels it, feels like he's hers. Soaping him in she reaches everywhere, running her fingers everywhere, but she's careful about his back. Trying not to re-open the wounds she caused. 

Carefully she rubs him allover, using her hands to scrub him allover. Even pinching his nipples. He can't stop himself from rising to the occasion, gaining a bemused look from her. Greedily she's rubbing in the soap, his skin is a drug to her fingertips. If he hadn't been covered in soap he'd be covered by her lips. 

He's in a trance by her fingers, she's in a trance by his skin. Carefully she lathers up his hairy legs, rubbing his thighs and calves, making him twitch with pleasure as she tells him not to move. 

Moving up again she does his buttocks thoroughly, more than needed, before filling up the pitcher and gently pouring the water over him. He's shivering under the small waterfall, delighting in it. She stands amazed at his skin, staring transfixed at it, running her fingers over it as the water runs out. 

He turns and smiles at her, catching her in the act. Always delighted to see her staring at him, even more so when she does it naked. He leans towards her but she leans away, telling him he doesn't get to kiss her just yet and if he doesn't follow her game he might not get to at all. Roughly rubbing him off a little she then tells him to squat like she did. 

Smilingly obeying she kneels next to him and immediately goes for his groin, for his ready member. Soaking the sponge and then wringing it out over his crotch, watching the water flow over and down it. Soaking it again she rubs it allover his groin, his staff, his sack. Wrapping it around his member and pulling it up and down a few times. 

She lathers it in thoroughly, roughly, pulling at his member enough to almost make him go cross-eyed. Then she rinses it off, pouring water over his by now over-heated member. He barely has time to dry himself off before they're lying in bed together, limbs wrapped around each other.

Neither really has any endurance for further games but some appetites cannot be rushed, torturous slowness being part of the desire, passion's game.

Kissing his way downwards, over those curves he loves, that landscape of wondrous pleasure and infinite excitement which is what her form means to him. 

He helps her lift a leg up into the air, so that he can kiss and caress it more easily. Enjoying it more. Her freshly washed mound, her fertile valley is like a magnet to him, charming both his eyes and hands, and evermore charming to his tongue, dragging it to her. Spreading her legs he prepares his tongues assault, but this time she's to quick for him. He's half-sitting and she pushes him down on his back. In a second she's the one on top, lying over him, holding him down as her lips feast on his flesh.  

Nibblingly she devours him, neck and shoulders, nipples an chest, wandering down to his navel. When she finds his jungle she almost gets lost in it. Twirling her fingers in it... before kissing his sleeping serpent... even though it was awakened in the bath it's even more ready now. Her butterfly kisses on it sending shivers through his spine. 

Her hands on his sack she's kissing his lower region awake and agile. He finds it almost intolerable and soon he turns her down so that he might taste her freshly rinsed fruit. Her jungle more attractive to him than ever. Lapping his way to her valley, up thighs he wants to bite. There's a cannibalism to love-making, one devours the other with caresses and is eaten away by kisses. No where is this more obvious then in oral sex.

She doesn't want to be singularly devoured so they find a solution, lying side by side they devour each other. As her lips embrace his sceptre his tongue delves into her apple, her ripe peach. 

As they both approach he begs her to go slower as he's about to loose it, her only answer is she wants him to. They roll around so he ends up underneath, lying close together his hands caress her bum. Her lovely bum... She plays with, fondles, his balls. her fingers going as far down as between his cheeks, fingering the lowest part of his sack, playing with it as she swallows his member. His eager tongue now exploring her upside down, running it's underneath against her rosebud. Feeling it's erection against it's smoothness. He could lick her for days if she'ld let him. 

Twitches are running inside his legs, it's hard for him to keep it in. To make her come quicker he licks some fingers before gently inserting them, first one and then two. Caressing her deeper than he can with his tongue. He finds the spot and she shudders. Shaking. Moaning they work harder, straining themselves for each other. 

He explodes first, giving her of himself, she devours it greedily, a token of his love. When sanity returns, doing so slowly he redoubles his efforts. Eventually, quite soon, he's rewarded by her climax, by her vibrating on top of him. Relaxing and straining, arching and collapsing as each wave shudders through her from top to bottom. Shuddering until they're both just lying there, each other's blankets. The comfort of warm skin. His fingers teasingly playing along her sweaty back... hers playing in the hair on his legs...

Evening comes and they're lighting candles, big ones and small ones. He can't help but be charmed by the way she looks as she walks around in the buff, candlelight the only source of light upon her skin. The soft light makes her want him even more than during the day. He's the thirst she can never extinguish fully, only temporary. She's the temptation that rules his soul. 

Returning to their sturdy bed they kiss, a bit softer now than during the day but desire and wantonness still guides their tongues. She isn't straddling him fully, more just straddling one leg, one of her legs rubbing against his sack. 

He lifts that leg so that it rubs more against her wondrous hair. Rubbing legs, thighs, against privates they keep kissing, stopping being the last thing they want to do. Greedy hands holding heads firm, keeping lips together. Greedy caresses over hungry skin, skin hungering for touch, for a lover's touch... the more it's touched the hungrier it gets. 

She's getting liquid against his thigh, he's getting firm against her thigh. Her scent on his skin... sometimes he wishes he could drown in it. 

Leaving a wet trail she slides upwards on him, offering her neck and then bosom to his eager mouth. She loves her bosom, loves drowning him in it. Squeezing her breast against his cheeks, around his nose and mouth. Teasing him with her nipples. Sliding down again she drags her chest against his, sliding down for a kiss and then kissing down his neck, his fingers exploring her hair. 

Her hands over his head, neck and chest she nibbles on his nipples. Harder and harder, making him groan when she finally starts using her teeth. Smilingly she bites him, nibbling her way over his chest and leaving marks, her marks. Her claims of ownership. Red bite marks to show she's been there.

Nibbling her way downwards, laying claim to new pieces of skin. New and old. Old because she's seen and devoured it so many times since passion brought them into bed together, new because each time she does it she's re-discovering it. Re-claiming it. This time she only views it, leaving it's caresses to the hands and kissing the lower stomach instead. 

Pumping it slowly as she examines his sack, fondling it with light squeezes. A delightful torture for him, all he can do is to caress her head and lean back in pleasure. Smilingly she tortures him with delight. Working him to her pleasure. 

She rises partly and slides up him, straddling his legs and rubbing herself against them. Leaving more of her juices as a mark, scent marking him like she was a cat... there is something feline about her, about her gracefulness and eagerness to be caressed. About the way she sometimes just supposes that he'll do what she asks, that he'll be there for her... yet her requests are never frivolous, she knows just what to ask... and she knows that had she continued to just tease him it would've been to much to ask that he not move, so she changes her tease, she wants to ride him this time. 

Sliding up on him she rubs herself against him, against his member, groin to groin. Her lower lips drooling over the prize they'll soon get to devour. But she teases both him and herself. 

Holding him firmly against her mound she grinds her clit against his member. Smiling at him while holding his member, again and again teasing him with pretending to be about to insert it but only dipping the tip. 

Smiling back his patience runs out and he gently pulls her down on him, entering her completely and pulling her down to kiss and nibble on her neck before her tongue penetrates his mouth as deeply as he is entering her. Kissing closely, body to body. Grinding ever so slightly. Embracing each other so hard it's as if they're trying to absorb one another, to fuse, melding together. But isn't that love's ultimate goal? To be as one?

Pushing back a little with her hands on his shoulders and her nails almost getting into them she starts to ride him, gleefully making him into her toy. As he's running his fingertips up and down her spine like he's playing an instrument. Slowly caressing it lightly, playing it, along it. Raising her spine like a cat she leans down and kisses him, even nibbling a little on his lips. 

Their rhythm's languid but it's getting quicker. As passion and desire replace playfulness. As breathing gets deeper. As tensions and inner pressure rise. As the quest for release gets more and more urgent. As her nails dig further into his skin. As his hands squeeze her bum harder and harder. Pressing her down harder and harder each time. 

He can't resist rolling her over on her back, his pelvis working harder and harder. Grinding himself into her as she folds her legs around him. Lowering himself to kiss her he starts sliding up and down her instead. He rises up again for more thrust, her hips doing everything to accommodate him. Soon her fingers find the morning's wounds, unthinking she first re-opens them but soon instead pushes him over on his back. This time it's her turn to rule. 

Relaxing a very short minute a compromise is reached and they spoon. Slowly, kissing and nibbling at her neck, he enters her from behind. Caressing her erect clit with one hand. 

Slowly they stay there, maintaining rhythm and excitement while postponing gratification. Enjoying their stay at that platform together, staying on the cliff before taking the plunge over the fence and down into the abyss known as le petite mort. Just being one for once. Almost not wanting to leave. Just slowly maintaining and building pressure. Grinding, thumping just enough. 

Their hips in close harmony, their bodies so close that their sweat is mixing. Skin to skin. As he nibbles on her back, kissing now and then when she strains her neck to make it almost possible. Such a position builds desire without ever quenching it.

But she wants to take him, to ride him. Back on his back she rides him again, showing him only the curvature of her spine and her delicious neck... the neck which owes it's beauty mostly to the fact that it is so sensitive to the touch and kiss... leaning forward to caress his feet. 

But soon she tires, wanting to look him in the eyes. She turns around on top of him in a move that almost pushes him instantly over the edge, only his strenuous effort preventing it. 

His hands wandering over her torso before she leans down to kiss him, tracing that curvature that he loves to kiss. Before the kiss he looks into her eyes and knows that this is it, no more delay. Kissing deeply while holding tight they pause for a moment before starting the final push. 

Accelerating to push the other over as soon as possible but neither wants to give in first. In her eyes the demand for conquest, in his the need to prove his provess as a lover. He knows it and yet he wants to prove it each time. Not for his own sake but for the sake of his lover. 

Biting his lip he's trying to hold it back, trying to keep his dam from bursting. She's shaking on top of him, shuddering with the combined effort of keeping back and riding him hard. Tension building until both are just waiting for tendons to snap they both loose it. 

Who comes first would have to be measured in milliseconds but come they do and with a vengeance. He's arching his back as it feels like he's exploding into her, she's arching her back just before she feels like she's shaking apart on top of him. Waves going through one body and continuing into the next as they both plunder their hidden dephts of pleasure with each new twitch. Her nails in his shoulders. The more they plunder the more they embrace, sinking together through all the layers of le petite mort.  

Infinitesimally drained of energy as they collapse into a heap having pushed and exerted themselves to the limit. The last few strokes leaving him completely empty, a blank space devoid of energy. neither's mind has really returned yet. Feeling nothing but relaxation, exhaustion and love. Peaceful love for one another. Even though it takes them a while to get their breaths back enough for them to kiss, just lying there panting for a long while. Most importantly for them just lying there together, close together.




Lovers



Some candles have burned out, extinguishing themselves, others, thicker ones, are still burning. When they can walk, which takes a while, they do a round of the room, blowing out candles until all is darkness. Retiring tiredly to bed, together. Spooning until they fall asleep. Sleeping skin to skin... Tomorrow is a whole other day... a blank page...



Lovers



Jake sits on his knees on the bed completely naked, his cock already hard as a rock in wait for Serah to exit the bathroom. His impatience begins to show when the door finally opens to reveal Serah in her naked radiance.

Wordlessly she slides over to the bed and onto it immediately letting hand slip onto his massive, rock hard cock and while the other cups his balls. She presses it against her face. "Now let's see what we have here," she whispers. "Ooh! Feels like a full load," she says as she rolls his balls in her hand. She slides her face up along his shaft tightly. "With a long way to go."

Serah kisses his cockhead softly before running her tongue from the base of his shaft and back to his cockhead. "Mmm, let's see if I can help it along."

She take Jake's cock into her hot mouth and immediately lets it slide all the way to the back of her throat. She pulls up almost until completely off then back down again, each time going just a little hard and a little faster until she is pumping his cock like a piston into her mouth.

In time Jake's balls start to tighten and he grabs her by both arms and lifts her away.

"Ah!" she squeaks surprised.

"Easy, easy," Jake says comfortingly. Their faces are mere inches from each other. "Don't want to get too far ahead of you babe."

Serah smiles and closes the last few inches and they lock. Each other's tongue slip into the other's mouth and begin to explore. Just as quickly as it begins it ends when Serah pulls away and throws herhelf back against the bed. "Your turn."

Jakes positions himself between her spread legs and looks at her beautiful slick wet cunt. It has swollen so that it sticks out between her outer lips before he has even pulled them apart. So he pulls her lips further apart and looks at her inner lips glistening under their wetness. His tongue finds those inner lips as he takes just the tip and begins to lick lightly. She moans and thrusts her hips toward his mouth as her hand presses against the back of his head in toward her.

"You like that, huh?" Jakes other hand begins to gently stroke her hard little clit. He rubs her clit as his tongue licks at her inner lips exploring the outer rim of her little tight hole. With her pussy dripping wet, he begins dipping his tongue into her quickly.

"Drag your tongue more," she gasps. "That's it. Good boy."

His lips close on her clit and he gives it a small nibble. "Mmm," she moans. "Now drag it all the way up here."

He does as instructed moving quickly in anticipation.

"Slowly," Serah coos.

He does, dragging his tongue slowly up past her navel to her breast.

"That's it," she says reassuringly. "Oww."

He nibbles hard on her nipple, pulling at it before releasing and sliding up further to lock in another deep kiss with her.

"Come on hun, slip it in," she says.

Jake chuckles. "Find it. Grab it and guide me in."

"Always a game with you," she says with a serious tone.

"And it's always fun, right?"

"Yeah," Serah giggles as her hand searches around beneath him. "Ooh! Hello again," she says smiling. "Come here big boy."

She guides his cockhead to the entrance of her pussy and rubs it against once or twice before Jake slams his cock into her. Immediately Serah yells out a moan of pleasure. Her legs quickly warp around his back as she arches her own, driving her hips into his. Her hands lock around his neck just as he begins to pump her like a piston, instantly driving his cock in and out rapidly.

"Uhh," Jake moans after a few long minutes. "I can' hold it in babe!"

"Just...just a little longer," she pants. "I'm almost there with ya!"

"Seriously," he growls. "I can't, uhh. I..I gotta ...aahh!"

"It's okay!" Serah screams. "Ahh! That's all I needed. Oh! Shoot it honey!"

"Uhh! Uhh! Ughh!"

"Come on! Shoot it!" she demands.

"Uuhh!" he moans loudly as his cum explodes deep inside her. A second later her juices explode from her pussy, shooting past his shaft to drench his balls. "Oooh, yeah," he breathes heavily. "Now that's the good stuff!"

They laugh together as they launch into another series of kisses.

"Ohh, that was nice," Serah says, her eyes gleaming. "Mmm, Jake honey...I can feel the sun tell me about it."

He slides behind Serah in the spooning position, wrapping his arms around her as they lock their fingers together. "It's as big as it is warm," he whispers. "Nothing escapes its light. Bright beyond words and almost as beautiful as you are."

"Aww."

"Love you, Serah."

"Love you back."



Lovers



Jake sits on his knees on the bed completely naked, his cock already hard as a rock in wait for Serah to exit the bathroom. His impatience begins to show when the door finally opens to reveal Serah in her naked radiance.

Wordlessly she slides over to the bed and onto it immediately letting hand slip onto his massive, rock hard cock and while the other cups his balls. She presses it against her face. "Now let's see what we have here," she whispers. "Ooh! Feels like a full load," she says as she rolls his balls in her hand. She slides her face up along his shaft tightly. "With a long way to go."

Serah kisses his cockhead softly before running her tongue from the base of his shaft and back to his cockhead. "Mmm, let's see if I can help it along."

She take Jake's cock into her hot mouth and immediately lets it slide all the way to the back of her throat. She pulls up almost until completely off then back down again, each time going just a little hard and a little faster until she is pumping his cock like a piston into her mouth.

In time Jake's balls start to tighten and he grabs her by both arms and lifts her away.

"Ah!" she squeaks surprised.

"Easy, easy," Jake says comfortingly. Their faces are mere inches from each other. "Don't want to get too far ahead of you babe."

Serah smiles and closes the last few inches and they lock. Each other's tongue slip into the other's mouth and begin to explore. Just as quickly as it begins it ends when Serah pulls away and throws herhelf back against the bed. "Your turn."

Jakes positions himself between her spread legs and looks at her beautiful slick wet cunt. It has swollen so that it sticks out between her outer lips before he has even pulled them apart. So he pulls her lips further apart and looks at her inner lips glistening under their wetness. His tongue finds those inner lips as he takes just the tip and begins to lick lightly. She moans and thrusts her hips toward his mouth as her hand presses against the back of his head in toward her.

"You like that, huh?" Jakes other hand begins to gently stroke her hard little clit. He rubs her clit as his tongue licks at her inner lips exploring the outer rim of her little tight hole. With her pussy dripping wet, he begins dipping his tongue into her quickly.

"Drag your tongue more," she gasps. "That's it. Good boy."

His lips close on her clit and he gives it a small nibble. "Mmm," she moans. "Now drag it all the way up here."

He does as instructed moving quickly in anticipation.

"Slowly," Serah coos.

He does, dragging his tongue slowly up past her navel to her breast.

"That's it," she says reassuringly. "Oww."

He nibbles hard on her nipple, pulling at it before releasing and sliding up further to lock in another deep kiss with her.

"Come on hun, slip it in," she says.

Jake chuckles. "Find it. Grab it and guide me in."

"Always a game with you," she says with a serious tone.

"And it's always fun, right?"

"Yeah," Serah giggles as her hand searches around beneath him. "Ooh! Hello again," she says smiling. "Come here big boy."

She guides his cockhead to the entrance of her pussy and rubs it against once or twice before Jake slams his cock into her. Immediately Serah yells out a moan of pleasure. Her legs quickly warp around his back as she arches her own, driving her hips into his. Her hands lock around his neck just as he begins to pump her like a piston, instantly driving his cock in and out rapidly.

"Uhh," Jake moans after a few long minutes. "I can' hold it in babe!"

"Just...just a little longer," she pants. "I'm almost there with ya!"

"Seriously," he growls. "I can't, uhh. I..I gotta ...aahh!"

"It's okay!" Serah screams. "Ahh! That's all I needed. Oh! Shoot it honey!"

"Uhh! Uhh! Ughh!"

"Come on! Shoot it!" she demands.

"Uuhh!" he moans loudly as his cum explodes deep inside her. A second later her juices explode from her pussy, shooting past his shaft to drench his balls. "Oooh, yeah," he breathes heavily. "Now that's the good stuff!"

They laugh together as they launch into another series of kisses.

"Ohh, that was nice," Serah says, her eyes gleaming. "Mmm, Jake honey...I can feel the sun tell me about it."

He slides behind Serah in the spooning position, wrapping his arms around her as they lock their fingers together. "It's as big as it is warm," he whispers. "Nothing escapes its light. Bright beyond words and almost as beautiful as you are."

"Aww."

"Love you, Serah."

"Love you back."