Date: Sun, 10 Dec 2000 11:15:27 -0600
From: Katherine T. <katherinet_@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lovers (lesbian) (Katherine T.)

Lovers (lesbian) (Katherine T.)

The following entertainment is for adults only, and anyone not
an adult is hereby warned to go away.

All comments to the author will be greatly appreciated.
Contact me at katherinet_@hotmail.com

A repository of erotic fiction by Katherine T. can be found at
the following URL: ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/Katherine_T

Author's note: I wrote this story some years ago under another
title and another pseudonym. Frankie's lesbian politics are a bit
antiquated, but politics is politics, and since not all people
evolve politically at the same rate, the story is probably still
relevant. This is a story of a particular troubled lesbian
relationship, and like any story of a relationship, it may not be
descriptive of other relationships. I've made some minor changes
and I'm now posting this new version for the first time.



                             Lovers

                         by Katherine T.

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


                           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. Susan is lovely,
coquettish in a way that makes Cleo suspects the girl wants to be
dominated. Maybe she's not a true bottom, but just close enough
to excite Cleo's imagination. Cleo wonders who the girl knows,
who she's been with. She imagines Susan begging for things,
begging for pleasure. What a pretty slave she'd make, Cleo
thinks. The idea arouses Cleo because she enjoys exerting power
over her women. She finds enough women who want it, and it's
always thrilling with girls like Susan. Get them begging for it.
     Cleo rises now, and she walks over to the buffet against the
wall and she opens a drawer. She brings out a camera and a pack
of film. "I'd like to take some pictures of you," she says.
"Let's find out how good a model you are."
     Susan doesn't mind. Cleo keeps up a constant chatter about
how pretty Susan is, and Susan obviously enjoys that, smiling at
Cleo, tilting her head like a coquette. Yes, she likes the idea
of posing.
     Cleo shoots a few pictures of Susan reclined on the sofa,
Susan looking demure. Getting sweaty, Cleo takes her shirt off
and she now wears only a teeshirt and jeans, the exposure of her
bare arms revealing a tattoo on her right biceps, a heart pierced
by an arrow. Susan stares at the tattoo but she says nothing.
Cleo picks up the camera again, points it at Susan and looks
through the viewfinder. "Sexy girl," Cleo says. "Show us some
more leg."
     Susan giggles, teasing, tugging her dress back enough to
show more of her thighs to the camera. She pulls her shoulders
back to emphasize the curves of her breasts under the cotton
dress. Cleo tells her to open her legs more and Susan does that,
raising her knees, allowing the hem of her dress to fall back far
enough to show the tops of her thighs. Now when she opens her
legs, the crotch of her blue panties is suddenly revealed.
     "Yes, that's good," Cleo says, one eye fixed on the
viewfinder as she snaps another picture, Susan's open thighs in
the viewfinder, the blue panty-crotch bulging with the girl's
pussy. Susan moves her legs. Her face is flushed and Cleo guesses
the girl is getting turned on by the picture-taking. Cleo knows.
She has done this often enough with her women to know how some of
them start creaming in response to the camera. Now she's
wondering what Susan tastes like, aching to have the girl's
nectar on her tongue.
     "Take the dress off, honey. Let's get a few shots with more
zip in them."
     Susan giggles. "Am I going to be embarrassed by these
pictures someday?"
     "I'll give you the negatives."
     "Promise?"
     "Sure, doll. You trust me, don't you?"
     Cleo's excitement increases as she watches Susan rise and
unzip the back of her dress. The girl does a slow striptease,
gradually revealing her lithe body covered now by only a blue bra
and blue panties, the cups of the bra with filmy lacework, the
panties cut high on the sides and back to show much of her
compact buttocks. She does a turn for Cleo, poses standing for
several shots, then at Cleo's urging Susan removes the bra to
expose her darling breasts whose extended pink nipples testify
that her excitement is as great as Cleo's.
     The older woman now puts the camera down and she approaches
the girl who waits for her with laughing eyes. "You're going to
jump me," Susan says, pretending to cover her breasts with her
hands but making sure to leave her nipples exposed between her
spread fingers.
     But it's not the girl's breasts Cleo wants. When Cleo is
close enough, she slides her left arm around Susan's shoulders
and kisses her mouth at the same time as her right hand moves
directly to the blue panties. Susan gasps against Cleo's lips as
Cleo's long fingers slip inside the crotch of her panties and
pull the crotch outward as her knuckles rub into the wet groove
of the girl's cunt.
     Without haste, Cleo finds the shaft of Susan's clitoris and
she pinches it gently. "How about dressing up for me?"
     Her eyes closed as she feels her clitoris being manipulated,
Susan groans. "What do you mean?"
     "I've got some stockings and heels you can wear. We'll take
a few hot pictures."
     "Only if you promise I get the negatives."
     "I've already promised," Cleo says, pulling her hand away
now and lifting it to her mouth where she slowly cleans Susan's
nectar off her fingers. Susan blushes as she watches the older
woman lick her froth. Cleo smiles and leaves her, walking out of
the living room and down the short hall to the bedroom to find
something Susan can wear. She returns to Susan with a white lace
garter belt and sheer white hose and white high-heeled sandals,
smiling at Susan when she sees Susan has already removed her blue
panties to reveal her lovely triangle of silky blonde hair.
     Susan blushes as she stares at the shoes and stockings in
Cleo's hands. "You're different," Susan says.
     "How so?"
     "I've never done anything like this. I mean wearing that
stuff for someone."
     Cleo chuckles, her eyes on the blonde pussy. "But you're
going to like it, aren't you?"
     "Yes, I think so."
     "Come on, I'll help you."
     She helps Susan hook the garter belt around her loins, then
she assists Susan getting the stockings on her legs. As Susan
raises one leg after the other, Cleo's attention is drawn to the
girl's blonde pussy, the visible pink stripe between the plump
outer lips. Susan's tender breasts look like pomegranates as she
bends forward to attach the garters to the tops of the sheer
white stockings.
     Susan says: "I'm feeling sexy with this stuff."
     "You look sexy too. Now the shoes, doll."
     It's the shoes, the high-heeled sandals, that bring a
special pleasure to Cleo. She slips them onto Susan's feet, and
then she buckles the straps across the girl's pretty ankles. When
Susan finally rises, she giggles as she balances herself on the
four-inch stiletto heels. "Let me look in the mirror."
     Cleo watches Susan as she walks across the living room to
the full length mirror in the short hall near the front door. The
high heels, the long slender body, make Susan look ravishing.
Cleo takes up the camera and she begins snapping pictures again,
Susan at the mirror with her lips pouting as she looks at
herself, Susan turning to glance at the curves of her buttocks
framed by the white garter belt, Susan assuming a model's pose
with one leg gracefully bent at the knee. Cleo's desire
increases, and before long she stops taking pictures of Susan and
she stands there rubbing her cunt through her jeans as she
watches Susan twist and turn her body in various poses.
     Cleo finally takes the girl's arm. "Come back to the living
room."
     Susan giggles as she allows herself to be led along. Because
of the high heels, she's now taller than Cleo, tall enough so
that when Cleo wants to kiss her, Susan needs to bend her head to
meet Cleo's lips.
     Cleo drops a hand down to stroke Susan's ass. "Let me take
some pictures of your pussy."
     Susan giggles. "I thought it was coming to that."
     But Susan doesn't mind. She enjoys it. She stands near one
of the easy chairs and she lifts one foot to place it on the seat
cushion, her legs now wide apart to show everything to Cleo, who
quickly grabs the camera to take a picture of Susan's lovely cunt
pouting open like a pink flower, the dew glistening on the
petals, her clitoris still modestly covered by its hood. As if
understanding completely what Cleo wants, Susan slides a hand
between her legs and she uses her fingers to tug the cowl back
and expose the tip of her clitoris.
     "That's perfect," Cleo says. When Susan starts playing with
herself, rubbing her cunt with her fingers, Cleo takes another
picture. Their eyes meet. Susan blushes, but she continues to
masturbate as Cleo watches her. The girl wobbles on the high
heels, her tongue sliding over her lips, her breasts jerking with
each movement of the hand between her legs. Cleo laughs and she
finally stops it. She makes Susan turn around under the pretext
of adjusting the straps of the garter belt. Cleo fondles Susan's
ass, and then she gets her fingers between Susan's buttocks to
stroke her anus. Susan giggles, enjoying it, showing her small
white teeth as she laughs. "You're making me nutty," Susan says,
wagging her hips from side to side as Cleo's fingers probe inside
her wet cunt.
     Cleo picks up the camera again. "Let's have a picture of
that lovely butt." She makes Susan bend forward to emphasize her
ass. With a little more coaxing, Susan reaches back to pull her
buttocks apart to show her cunt and anus from behind. "You're
being nasty," Susan says.
     "Yes, but I can tell you like it."
     "Why don't you get undressed and let me suck you off?"
     Cleo quivers and she slaps Susan's buttocks. "Now who's
being nasty? Do you like sucking off old dykes?"
     "Only if they taste good."
     Cleo slaps her ass again. "You're a little bitch, aren't
you? All right, lie down on the rug."
     Susan quickly stretches out on the rug as Cleo removes her
jeans and underpants. Cleo's cunt is wet, her pulse racing as she
gazes down at the girl waiting for her. Holding her crotch with
her hand, Cleo straddles Susan's body, and then she squats down
to fit her cunt against Susan's upturned mouth.
     "Good girl," Cleo says, and she starts grinding her crotch
against Susan's face, rubbing her clit against Susan's nose and
lips and chin as she wonders how far she can go with Susan and
whether Susan will ever come back to her. Sometimes they never
come back. You pine for them, but they never come back. They walk
into your life one day, and then they walk out again and for them
you're only an anecdote.
     "Come on, suck it," Cleo says, her eyes making contact with
Susan's eyes as she adds a twist to the movement of her cunt.



                          FIVE: VALERIE

     The next day Valerie arrives at Cleo's apartment wearing a
dress and heels. Hot kisses follow once the front door is
closed. And then Cleo discovers the gartered stockings and she
goes wild. "Come on, show me."
     In the living room, Valerie holds her dress up to show her
legs and thighs, the tops of her stockings, the black lace garter
belt. The lace panties are already soaked. Cleo makes her walk
around like that. And then finally Cleo rushes her into the
bedroom and tumbles her on the bed. The older woman hurries to
get Valerie's panties off. She slips her thighs under Valerie's
ass and pushes her knees back to her breasts to make Valerie's
crotch spread out like a banquet, everything available. Valerie
has never before had it like this. Cleo's full control drives her
wild. Cleo's tongue probes between her labia, slithering, sucking
at the mouth of her vagina. Valerie moans, shudders at the hot
stabbing of Cleo's tongue..
     "Do you like this, doll?"
     "Yes."
     "Up a little more. Yes, that's better. Keep those pretty
legs up."
     Valerie's high heels wave in the air. Cleo bends her head
again, her tongue wagging, her thumbs spreading Valerie's flower
to get at her clit. Miss Pearl coming out of her hood. Valerie
shudders as she watches the woman slurp the juice oozing out of
her pussy. The noises. Cleo slobbering like that. Cleo pushing
her knees back as she presses her chin against Valerie's ass.
     And Valerie thinks: It's Frankie who ought to be doing this.
She's Frankie's woman, not Cleo's. But at this moment she's
totally Cleo's woman. Spread for Cleo, isn't she? But still
Frankie ought to be doing it. She's Frankie's wife. Frankie ought
to know how much she needs this. Loving like this. At least once
in a while. The bitch Frankie takes better care of her books than
she does of her wife. Frankie never sucks her like this. Making a
meal out of her. Driving her crazy.
     Cleo now has Valerie's cunt in her mouth. Literally. Chewing
on a lip, pulling it inside her mouth, sucking the swollen flap.
Valerie thinks her clit feels bigger than ever before, puffed,
turgid, throbbing. When Cleo finally starts sucking her clit,
Valerie throws her head back and groans. Oh god yes. Suck it.
Suck my clit. Cleo grips Valerie's ass with both hands, pushing
her thumbs inside Valerie's cunt to stretch it wide open. Then
more sucking on Valerie's clit until her cunt explodes. Cleo held
on, not releasing her, keeping Valerie's cunt captured.
     When Valerie opens her eyes again, she finds Cleo smiling at
her.
     Cleo says: "You enjoyed that, didn't you?"
     "Yes."
     Cleo is sitting in a lotus position, her legs folded, her
knees wide open, her slit gaping at Valerie, the older woman's
cunt hypnotizing her.
     "I think you've been doing without," Cleo says. "You
shouldn't. It's bad for you. Makes you crazy." Her hand strokes
Valerie's nylon-clad ankle. Then the shoe. Running her fingertips
over the spike heel. "Anyway, I like you. I want you to know
that."
     Valerie blushes. "I like you too."
     Then Cleo wants to know how committed she is to Frankie. And
Valerie has to explain how she isn't thinking of leaving Frankie
just yet because she's hoping things will work out. Develop.
Change. A transformation of some kind. Why not? People change,
don't they? With her eyes on Cleo's pink pussy. So unavoidable
because there it is staring at her as Cleo sits with her knees
wide open.
     Cleo smiles when she notices Valerie's eyes on her cunt.
"You want to do me?" And without waiting for an answer, she
climbs over Valerie, squats over Valerie's face, then drops her
pussy down until Valerie has the pink slash of Cleo's cunt on her
mouth, Cleo immediately groaning, sliding back and forth, holding
onto the headboard with her hands as she mashes her wet cunt
against Valerie's face while telling Valerie how much she likes
her.
     Later Cleo fucks Valerie with her fingers. Valerie is hoping
they can do a little cunt-rubbing because she likes that with
lanky women, but Cleo wants to use her fingers instead. So
Valerie lies back with her knees up while Cleo uses those long
fingers to make her come three times. Hard fucking that leaves
Valerie's cunt bruised by Cleo's knuckles. Cleo offers to get her
fist inside, but Valerie says no, she's had enough. Next time,
Cleo says. Next time she'll show Valerie how good it is with all
of her hand inside Valerie's cunt. "You'll go wild," Cleo says.
"I'm very good with my hand."

                          *     *     *

     "You look anxious," Jay says.
     Jay is Valerie's closest friend. Valerie worked as a
schoolteacher for two years after finishing college, and she met
Jay at the school. Neither one of them had come out yet and
connecting was difficult, awkward, and a great secret. But they
actually made love only once, one of those affairs that never go
anywhere. But after that they became constant friends, kept in
touch, and Valerie has always enjoyed Jay's company. Now, in a
downtown coffee shop, Valerie feels a need to unburden herself as
she tells Jay everything, all about her troubles with Frankie and
the new woman Cleo.
     When Valerie finishes talking, Jay raises an eyebrow and
says: "I think I know this Cleo."
     "You do?"
     "You know I don't do the bar scene, but I think I met her at
some groups. Is she in the trucking business?"
     "Yes."
     "Then it must be her. I've heard she's nasty."
     "What do you mean?"
     "She's into pushing her lovers around. What are you going to
do now?"
     Blushing, Valerie says she has no idea. She isn't thinking
of leaving Frankie because she loves Frankie. Jay knows Frankie
and likes her. Jay is living with a lover now, another
schoolteacher. Valerie says she won't leave Frankie, but she
certainly isn't happy with her life. "I'm having a rough time."
     Jay tilts her head to the side and she says things will work
themselves out. "There's nothing wrong with some playtime on the
side," Jay says. "Provided you keep it from Frankie."
     "I don't like doing it."
     "No one likes doing it. Unless they need it."
     That's it, isn't it? If she needs it and she can't get it at
home, she has to do it in order to have a life.
     "Anyway, be careful with Cleo," Jay says. "Don't let her
push you around too much."
     Which makes Valerie blush again, because it's the pushing
around that makes her like Cleo so much.

                          *     *     *

     "My sweet doll," Cleo says.
     She has Valerie on her bed, both of them naked, Valerie on
her back with her knees up as Cleo now mounts her. Holding her
knees with her hands, Valerie watches the older woman position
herself to get their cunts kissing. A moment later Valerie moans
as Cleo begins a twisting grind that sends flashes of hot
pleasure through Valerie's pussy and belly. Cleo humps and
churns, grinding their pubic bones one against the other, then
pulling back to hoist Valerie's legs over her shoulders. Now
supporting the upper part of her body with her hands, Cleo starts
fucking her again.
     "How does it feel, doll?"
     Valerie moans. Her pubis feels bruised, her cunt on fire. "I
love it."
     Cleo laughs, moves again, thrusting forcefully against
Valerie's pussy. She pushes Valerie's legs away and she lies flat
on Valerie's body. With her weight on Valerie, she starts
grinding again, the two juicy cunts slamming against each other.
Valerie's belly is soaked, drenched with their juices.
     Then Cleo slips her fingers inside Valerie's cunt, fucking
her now with two fingers in her vagina, her hips bouncing up and
down as her fingers slide in and out of Valerie's canal. The
penetration is deep, total, a vigorous possession that Valerie
adores. She loves being taken like this by a woman, the force of
it, the overwhelming force of the body above her own. She loves
having a woman fuck her like this, the woman's fingers stretching
her cunt wide open. She begs Cleo for more of it, more hard
fucking. She cries out as Cleo's long fingers ravage her vagina.
She has no doubt this is right, this fucking outside her
relationship with Frankie. Her lover Frankie. All she cares about
at this moment is the pleasure she feels, the skill Cleo has in
satisfying her. Cleo pounds her now, slamming Valerie's knees
back against her breasts, pumping her fingers inside Valerie's
vagina.
     Suddenly Cleo pulls her fingers out, smiling. "Roll over,
doll."
     Valerie groans, dismayed by the abrupt absence of Cleo's
fingers. Blushing, obedient, she rolls over on her belly and she
quivers with excitement. Cleo pulls at her waist to get her up on
her knees. Valerie's head rests on the pillow, her ass in the
air, her body totally vulnerable. Kneeling behind her, Cleo
fingers Valerie's cunt, pulls the lips apart and tells her how
lovely she looks. "Red and dripping," Cleo says. "Tasty white
frosting all over it."
     Valerie shudders. What a thrill it is to be taken like this.
She adores the total animality. This is the ultimate, the most
basic kind of woman-fucking, her cunt and ass presented to Cleo,
her two openings available, offered. This is what she needs, what
Frankie never gives her.
     She trembles, waiting, not knowing what Cleo will do next.
Maybe Cleo will take her ass. Something never done by Frankie.
Valerie tells herself she wouldn't mind it. She likes it when
it's done right. The pleasure can be intense. She weaves her hips
from side to side, silently urging Cleo to do something.
     One hand rubbing the small of Valerie's back, Cleo slowly
pushes two fingers inside Valerie's cunt again. She leans over
Valerie's body as she penetrates deep inside her vagina. Valerie
whimpers as Cleo slides her hand underneath to grasp one of her
hanging breasts. Cleo's pinches the stiff nipple as her long
fingers piston in and out of Valerie's cunt. Valerie cries out,
grinding her ass against Cleo's belly, her juices gushing as Cleo
fucks her. Waves of pleasure rush up her chest as her cunt
spasms, a hot flood over her body, an intense orgasm.
     Cleo continues thrusting in her cunt, and then finally she
pulls her fingers out and she wipes them on Valerie's ass. "Come
on top of me, honey. Let's try it that way."
     Valerie groans, wound up like a tight wire, willing to do
anything Cleo wants, anything to keep them fucking.
     Cleo lies down on her back and Valerie squats over her
belly. Cleo spreads Valerie's cunt with her fingers, and then she
slips the fingers inside to take her again.
     Valerie rides the older woman's fingers, gyrating her hips,
moaning as the fingers stabs her canal. She can feel her juices
gushing out. She whimpers with pleasure as Cleo's free hand
squeezes one of her breasts.
     Cleo chuckles. "Come on, doll, move it. Fuck my fingers."
     Valerie groans. "That's what I'm doing."
     "Would you like to piss a little? Do it on my hand. I get
turned on when a girl pisses on my hand while I'm fucking her."
     "Cleo, please . . . "
     "Don't you want to?"
     Valerie giggled. "That's too much."
     "Come on, just a little bit."
     "No, I can't!"
     She won't do it, not with Cleo. It's too raunchy, too
vulgar. She continues grinding her ass, squatting over Cleo as
she fucks Cleo's stiff fingers, but she refuses to do what Cleo
wants.
     Grasping one of Valerie's breasts, Cleo pulls her forward
and hunches upward. She pumps her fingers in and out of Valerie's
cunt. Valerie moans as Cleo pummels her clit. Now Cleo releases
Valerie's breast to grab her ass. Her fingers slice between
Valerie's buttocks to probe her anus. Valerie cries out as she
feels herself penetrated in both places, Cleo's fingers in her
cunt and ass, a total possession as she continues to squat over
Cleo with her juices running out to drench both of them. She
comes hard, gasping, whimpering, then finally rolling over on her
side exhausted.
     Cleo takes Valerie in her arms and kisses her, soothing
kisses on her eyes and forehead. "You came so hard for me, I love
you." Her hands knead Valerie's buttocks, her strong fingers
pressing into Valerie's flesh. Valerie cuddles against her,
flushed and happy, her lips pressed against Cleo's neck as Cleo
continues fondling her ass.
     "Do you want the blanket?"
     "No, I'm fine," Valerie says.
     "Are you sure?"
     "Yes."
     One of Cleo's fingers finds Valerie's anus and slips inside.
"You're so tight."
     "Oh, Cleo . . . "
     "I can tell you like it."
     Valerie whimpers against Cleo's neck. "I don't like it when
it hurts."
     "Am I hurting you now?"
     "No."
     "Does it belong to me?"
     "Cleo, please . . . "
     "Say it."
     "Yes."
     Cleo chuckles and kisses her mouth. Valerie wants it. She
wants everything Cleo wants. Maybe it's revenge against Frankie.
If Cleo wants her ass, Valerie will give it to her. Her anus is
already twitching around Cleo's invading finger, but the opening
is still too dry. "Cleo, use something."
     Cleo agrees, says she has some lotion she can use. She
brings the bottle from the night table, and Valerie trembles as
she lies on her side and watches Cleo spread the lotion over her
long fingers. Valerie can feel the heat in her face. She's
uncertain again as she imagines those long fingers inside her.
     Then Cleo makes her lift one leg, draw the knee up to her
chest. Cleo squeezes out another glob of lotion and this time she
paints Valerie's anus with it. Valerie groans, her eyes closed as
Cleo's finger slowly pushes inside her lubricated ass.
     "You're still tight," Cleo says. "Come on, relax for me,
honey." Her finger stretches the tight ring, slowly sliding in
and out.
     The intimacy of the act makes Valerie shudder with pleasure.
Yes, she does want this. She wants to be taken this way. The
lubrication makes it easy and the pleasure is already intense.
Cleo is gentle as she stretches her opening, whispering at her,
asking her if it's good, does she like it? telling her she can
feel she's relaxing now. Cleo adds a second finger, pushes the
second finger inside Valerie's ass, pushes both fingers deep
inside the passage as she urges Valerie to open up to her.
Valerie moans as she does her best to remain open and loose to
the invading digits, gasping at intervals as the two fingers
slide in and out of her ass. Cleo is gentle and forceful at the
same time. Valerie's ass is now receptive, yielding, craving
those long fingers to do more. She's thrilled by it now,
shuddering as Cleo kisses her again, as Cleo holds her tightly
with her free arm, whispering in her ear, calling her a hot ass
bitch. Valerie loves it. She loves all of it. She loves
everything about Cleo.
     "Come for me, honey. Come for Cleo now."
     Valerie cries out, jerks her hips back and forth, and comes
hard as her ass clutches at Cleo's fingers.



                          SIX: FRANKIE

     At two o'clock in the afternoon, Frankie is sitting in the
waiting room of Dr. Virginia Fay. Three other people are in the
room, three expensively dressed middle-aged women, each with a
magazine on her lap, each woman idly turning the pages of the
magazine with a light rustling sound. The shadow of the
receptionist can be seen behind the glass partition.
     Frankie is annoyed. This is only her second visit, a new
gynecologist for her, and when she made the appointment the girl
on the phone assured her she would not need to wait, assured her
Dr. Fay understood the needs of professionals and how important
it was not to waste time during the working day. Understands
nothing, Frankie thinks. Dr. Fay was recommended to Frankie by
Sandy Edberg, a female attorney acquaintance of Frankie's. Not a
friend, merely an acquaintance, but maybe Sandy understands
Frankie is gay. The first visit to Dr. Fay six months ago was
uneventful and routine, and at least there hadn't been any
waiting that time. Frankie hates waiting in waiting rooms.
Restless, she squirms on her chair, picks up a magazine, puts it
down again, fidgets with her watchband.
     Finally the glass window slides open and the face of the
receptionist appears. "Ms.Hooper?"
     In a few minutes Frankie is alone in a small examining room,
seated on the cushioned examining table, waiting again, her
clothes on a clothes tree and her body covered by a green cotton
gown. The door opens and Dr. Fay walks in, a tall efficient
looking woman of forty in a white coat.
     Dr. Fay smiles. "And how are we today?"
     "I'm fine," Frankie says.
     The doctor makes small talk as she takes Frankie's blood
pressure, chitchat about the weather, the traffic on the Outer
Drive, the latest exhibit at the Art Institute. "How's the love
life?" Dr. Fay says. "Are we taking proper precautions these
days?"
     "Yes."
     "Are you seeing one man exclusively?"
     Frankie hesitates. "I'm gay, doctor."
     Flustered, Dr. Fay pulls the stethoscope out of her ears and
slips it into one of the pockets of her coat. She avoids
Frankie's eyes. "Sorry about that. I didn't notice it on your
card. I'll be back in a few minutes for the pelvic."
     And she leaves.
     Frankie is now alone again, irritated by the room, the
doctor, her gown, the mushy feel of the examining table
underneath her buttocks. She hates doctors and hospitals and all
things medical. She has memories of herself as a child screaming
during examinations by physicians. She tells herself Dr. Fay
ought to have known she's gay because she made a point of telling
her during the first visit. Stupid bitch in a white coat, Frankie
thinks. She wonders how much trouble she'll have finding another
gynecologist.
     The door opens and the nurse enters, a thin young woman with
dark eyes, unappealing, already pegged by Frankie during the
first visit as a dyke. The nurse wants Frankie to lie down and
get ready for the pelvic exam, the nurse bringing up the stirrups
from the sides of the table, and then when Frankie lies down on
her back she lifts Frankie's ankles into place. "That's good,"
the nurse says, and Frankie gets a small rush as the nurse gives
Frankie's cunt an extended look of interest, Frankie imagining
the nurse's face buried in it with her long dyke tongue flapping
around to make her feel good. But the nurse is too unappealing
and Frankie avoids eye contact, amusing herself by imagining what
it would be like to be a nurse and look at cunts all day. Marcia
only shrugged when Frankie asked, but of course Marcia is a
psychiatric nurse and she doesn't get much chance to look at
cunts.
     Now the door opens and the doctor comes in to examine
Frankie. Brusque, efficient, hardly a glance at Frankie's face.
Is she more distant than the last time? Does she remember that a
short while ago Frankie told her she's gay? Frankie thinks maybe
Dr. Fay is more distant because of that, Dr. Fay with a dyke
nurse but not gay herself, or if she is gay she doesn't
advertise, her fingers now doing things to Frankie's cunt, taking
a smear, probing, pulling, almost getting her nose in it as she
bends forward with that light on her forehead that makes her look
like a fugitive from a science fiction movie. Is she gay? Oh
fuck, I don't care, Frankie thinks. All she wants now is to get
out of here. She doesn't like the routine here. The other
gynecologist had a smoother setup. Maybe she just hates the idea
of strange women looking at her cunt.
     "You're fine," Dr. Fay says, sliding back on her chair, then
rising. "Assuming the pap is negative, I'll see you in six
months." A short smile at Frankie, and then she leaves.
     Well, the pap better be negative, hadn't it?
     The nurse gets Frankie's ankles off the stirrups, gets her
legs down, but instead of leaving she dawdles. "Was it raining
when you came in?"
     "No, not at all."
     "I never remember to bring my umbrella."
     Frankie wants the nurse to leave before she removes the gown
and gets dressed. She sits on the table and waits, but the nurse
insists on puttering in one of the cabinets.
     The nurse says: "On some days this job is a pain."
     Frankie doesn't answer, pretends she has nothing to say,
waits for the nurse to leave, and finally the nurse mutters
something else and she walks out.
Dumb bitch, Frankie thinks.

                          *     *     *

     Later that afternoon, Frankie is in her office when her
secretary buzzes her. "There's a Miss Marcia Mason here. Says
she's one of your clients."
     Frankie curses under her breath. "All right, show her in and
hold my calls."
     In a moment Marcia enters the office and closes the door
behind her. "You don't mind, do you? I got off work early and I
thought I would drop by."
     Frankie does her best to sound pleasant. "It's better if you
telephone first."
     Instead of sitting down, Marcia walks over to where Frankie
is seated behind her desk and she bends forward to kiss Frankie's
lips. "Don't be angry with me, I just wanted to see you."
     "I'm not angry," Frankie says, apprehensive now because
she's afraid to get caught with Marcia by the others in the
office. Frankie rises, and she goes to the door to lock it. Now
she feels more secure, and when she returns to Marcia, she leads
Marcia away from the window and she kisses her. "I don't usually
bring my personal life into the office, pet."
     "I'm sorry."
     "Never mind, you're here already." The fact is Frankie isn't
that displeased now that she has Marcia standing so close to her
she can smell Marcia's perfume and look down at the ripe swells
of Marcia's breasts in her scoop-neck peasant blouse. "You're not
wearing a bra," Frankie says.
     Marcia giggles. "That's right."
     They kiss again, and this time Frankie gets her hands on
Marcia's lovely full breasts, enjoying the feel of them after the
rotten day she's had. She gets one of Marcia's breasts over the
top of the blouse and she starts sucking it, Marcia encouraging
her by holding the tit with her hand and making noises of
pleasure as Frankie's lips tug at the fat nipple. "God, I love
the way you do that!" Marcia says.
     Her mouth fixed on the tip of the large breast, Frankie
slides a hand under Marcia's billowing skirt to find the sopping
crotch of Marcia's pantyhose. Her fingers insistent, probing,
forceful, Frankie rubs Marcia's plump cunt until Marcia groans
and comes.
     "Oh Jesus!" Marcia gasps.
     "Come on, let's get out of here. I'll tell them I'm leaving
early."

                          *     *     *

     In Marcia's apartment, Marcia lies naked on her bed with her
breasts lolling on her chest like a pair of balloons and a
Panasonic Special buzzing between her spread legs. The vibrator
has a huge disc-shaped head rimmed with black rubber, angled by
Marcia now so the edge of the disc pushes between her labia.
Marcia moans, her face sweaty, her knees shaking at intervals as
the pleasure tears through her cunt.
     Frankie sits on a chair near the bed. She's wearing an
undershirt and underpants, what she had on under her suit when
she arrived with Marcia. Nothing much has happened yet, except
Marcia ignoring Frankie and having fun with her vibrator, which
makes Frankie think maybe Marcia is too much for her, too
sexually uncontrolled. She doesn't mind Marcia using the
vibrator, what she minds is just watching it without doing
anything. She's also a little amazed at the way Marcia appears to
be having a continuous orgasm. When Frankie uses a vibrator, she
comes in spurts, bang, bang, bang, not one continuous convulsion.
She hasn't ever done it with Valerie, not with a vibrator.
They've used dildoes, but nothing electrical. The fact is
vibrators make Frankie unhappy because she thinks they're much
too mechanical. She would rather use her mouth and fingers on a
woman than use something you plug into a wall.
     Frankie finally leaves the chair and she crouches to pull
the vibrator plug out of the electric outlet in the wall.
     Marcia suddenly cries out, looks at the dead vibrator and
then looks at Frankie. "Hey, what the hell is going on?"
     "Either you put that thing away or I leave," Frankie says.
     Marcia giggles. "You're kidding."
     "No, I'm not kidding."
     Frankie climbs on the bed. She takes the vibrator out of
Marcia's hands and she puts it on the night table. Then she
spreads Marcia's legs and she gets her body between Marcia's
thighs with her pubic bone mashed against Marcia's cunt.
     "Oh yeah," Marcia says. She lifts her knees, but Frankie
wants them down. When Frankie has the arrangement she wants, she
begins grinding her cunt against Marcia's cunt, a steady slow
fucking with Frankie's underpants quickly drenched by Marcia's
flowing juices.
     Marcia comes, but it's not enough for her. When Frankie
pulls back, Marcia rolls over on her knees. "Do it to me like
this."
     Frankie's excitement increases as she gazes at Marcia's
hairy cunt and ass. Marcia has more hair down there than most
women. Frankie strokes Marcia's buttocks. She tickles the plump
cunt, and then she spreads the lips apart with her fingers and
she gets her tongue on Marcia's clit. The chunky brunette presses
backward, attempting to get more pressure on her clit, moaning
now as Frankie begins a steady lapping of the running cunt, her
tongue lapping up and down as she licks up the rich flowing
juices.
     "Come on, rim me," Marcia says. But Frankie has no interest
in it, and she's also a bit resentful that Marcia asks for it.
Frankie can't remember anyone who actually asked her for it.
Rimming is something you do or don't do, but it should be up to
the rimmer, Frankie thinks. Instead, she sucks Marcia's cunt with
more vigor, getting her tongue inside the vaginal opening and
fluttering it in and out as Marcia squeals and humps her ass back
at Frankie's face.
     Later, as she gets dressed, Frankie thinks maybe she ought
to end it with Marcia. Maybe it's time to end it because Marcia
is really too much for her. But she says nothing to Marcia, and
at the door she kisses Marcia goodby and she squeezes one of
Marcia's breasts.

                          *     *     *

     That evening, as Frankie and Valerie sit together in the
living room, Valerie says: "Can I ask you something?"
     "What is it?"
     "Is there something going on between us?"
     "If there is I don't know about it."
     "I have the feeling something's going on."
     "There's nothing going on."
     "It's like you never have time for me."
     "You're talking about sex."
     "Yes."
     "Valerie, you know how busy I am."
     "That's what I mean, you're always busy."
     "You're being silly again. I'm no busier now than I was when
we first met. I'm in a busy profession."
     Valerie says nothing. She returns to flipping the pages of
her magazine, one of her crossed legs swinging like a metronome.

                          *     *     *

     Two hours later, Frankie is standing in the hallway outside
their bedroom. The bedroom door is open just a crack, but it's
enough so she can see into the room, see everything clearly, see
Valerie on the bed in her pink nightgown that Frankie thinks is
too cute, Valerie with her knees up, the nightgown pulled back,
her right hand between her thighs and her fingers in her cunt.
     Frankie watches it. She could walk in and interrupt her or
she can stand here and watch it. She chooses to watch it,
wondering if maybe Valerie expects it, wondering why she feels
differently about Valerie these days. In the beginning Frankie
told herself this was it, Valerie was everything she wanted, they
would be happy forever and ever and nothing would ever come
between them. Now she watches the jerking movement of Valerie's
hand and she wonders why she was ever so naive about Valerie, so
naive about what she herself wants out of life.



                         SEVEN: VALERIE

     "It makes me feel uncomfortable," Valerie says to Cleo.
     They sit opposite each other in a booth in a restaurant.
It's two o'clock in the afternoon and Valerie is uncomfortable
because for the past ten minutes Cleo has been asking her
questions about her sex life with Frankie. Valerie thinks it's
disloyal to talk about Frankie to Cleo, but one part of her mind
tells her she's being silly because the worse disloyalty is the
way she secretly has sex with Cleo behind Frankie's back.
     Cleo says: "You mean it makes you hot."
     Valerie blushes. "I didn't say that. I said it makes me
uncomfortable to talk about Frankie behind her back."
     "I thought you liked me."
     "I do, Cleo. I like you a lot."
     "But not enough to tell me what you do with Frankie."
     Valerie groans. She looks around the restaurant one more
time to make sure none of Frankie's friends are in the room. She
wasn't that happy when Cleo suggested this place, but now that
they're here there isn't much she can do about it. "We don't do
anything unusual. Anyway, I don't know why it's so important to
talk about it."
     Cleo smirks, glancing at Valerie and then at the waitress as
she walks by their table. "It's important because it interests
me. Has she ever fisted you?"
     Valerie feels the flush in her face. "No."
     "When was the last time you did anything together."
     "Saturday night."
     Cleo chuckles. "Oh yeah. Wednesdays and Saturdays, isn't it?
What did you do with her?"
     "Cleo, please . . . "
     "You know you're going to tell me. Just tell me what you did
with her."
     And so Valerie describes to Cleo what happened between her
and Frankie on Saturday night, how they went out to dinner and
then afterward made love for a change in the living room, Frankie
insisting that Valerie kneel on the sofa while Frankie fucked her
from behind with her fingers.
     Cleo looks amused. "Did you like it?"
     "Yes, of course I did."
     "And what did you do after that? Did you go down on her?"
     Valerie blushes. "No, we just went to sleep."
     "That's all? What's her cunt like? Does she have a big
clit?"
     "Cleo, please . . . "
     "Please what, honey?"
     "Please keep your voice down, we're in a restaurant."
     "Hell, I know that. All I'm thinking about now is getting my
tongue a mile up your pussy and wiggling it around. Would you
like
that?"
     "Oh god."

                          *     *     *

     In Cleo's cluttered tiny bathroom, Valerie has her panties
off and her skirt hiked up to her waist as she bends forward over
the toilet to show Cleo her ass.
     "My precious doll," Cleo says.
     Valerie groans as she supports her weight with one hand on
the tank behind the toilet. "You always get me so hot."
     She feels Cleo's hand on her ass, Cleo's fingers sliding
between her buttocks to find her cunt. Valerie moans as Cleo
spreads the petals and teases her with a tickling fingertip.
     "Don't move," Cleo says.
     Valerie's heart beats wildly as she imagines what she looks
like bent over like this with her ass naked. A gasp comes out of
her throat as she feels Cleo tickling her anus.
     "Cleo, please . . . "
     "I said don't move."
     They've done this on other occasions and by now Valerie is
used to it. Cleo's games. Valerie hears Cleo open the medicine
cabinet, and a moment later she feels something cool on her anus,
a lubricant jelly, always effective enough so that when Cleo
pushes a finger inside her Valerie can take it without
difficulty.
     "My thumb," Cleo says with a soft laugh, the digit now
wriggling in Valerie's rectum as Cleo's forefinger and middle
finger slide effortlessly inside Valerie's wet vagina. "There,
I've got you," Cleo says, her three fingers hooked inside Valerie
two openings as if to hold a bowling ball. "Go on, move it,
honey. Show Cleo how that ass can move."
     Valerie loves it. She groans, the intense excitement
producing a raging fire in her belly, a fire only augmented by
the desperate embarrassment she feels, the awareness of her
complete surrender to Cleo's will.
     She moves her ass. Cleo taunted her during the ride home by
telling her how they would do it, how Valerie would move her ass
against Cleo's fingers, and now here they are making it real,
Valerie humping her ass against Cleo's firm hand in order to fuck
herself on Cleo's invading fingers. Valerie groans and grunts,
desperately seeking an orgasm, arching her back as she thrusts
her ass and cunt at Cleo's fingers. Cleo laughs as Valerie
finally comes, as Valerie cries out and shakes her hips from side
to side.
     Her fingers remaining embedded in Valerie's two canals, Cleo
says: "Good, baby? Come on, clamp down a little more and finish
it."
     Valerie is always amazed at the way Cleo understands
everything about her body and the way it works and what brings
the most pleasure when they fuck. She clamps her two holes on
Cleo's fingers, groaning as she feels another squirt of bliss in
her cunt. Cleo then slowly withdraws her fingers and she makes
Valerie drop her dress and turn around. Cleo says Valerie ought
to drop the skirt and just wear the stockings and heels. "You
know how much I like looking at your legs," Cleo says.
     Valerie is without a garter belt because the stockings have
elastic tops. "What about my blouse?"
     Cleo kisses her. "You can leave it on." And then she adds:
"I've invited someone to join us and she ought to be here soon."
     Valerie is stunned. "Someone to join us?"
     Cleo chuckles, her hand stroking Valerie's cheek. "Don't
worry, doll, it just makes things better for us. Her name is
Susan and she likes doing whatever she's told. Won't that be
fun?"
     Still dazed by the news that someone is about to join them,
Valerie follows Cleo out of the bathroom and into the living
room. There Cleo reminds Valerie about her skirt, and with
trembling fingers, Valerie unzips her skirt, drops it and steps
out of it. The blouse she wears isn't long enough to cover her
sex, which puffs out in a dark thicket at the joining of her
thighs. Cleo smiles with approval and she makes Valerie do a turn
to show her ass above the tops of the stockings. "You're
delicious," Cleo says. "The shoes are new, aren't they?"
     Valerie nods. Yes, the shoes are new, bought the day before
on Oak Street because she had a date with Cleo and she knew Cleo
would like them. Cleo does like them, and Valerie is happy that
she's pleased her lover.
     At that moment the front doorbell rings, and Cleo walks off
to answer. When Cleo returns, she has Susan with her, Susan the
tall college girl with dark blonde hair and a sultry beauty that
Valerie immediately finds threatening.
     "This is Susan," Cleo says, her eyes amused as she
introduces them to each other.
     Of course Susan's eyes are wide as she takes in Valerie's
getup, the blouse and the stockings and heels and the exposed
cunt. Susan wears long silver earrings and heels and a dress that
Cleo wants removed at once. "Take it off," Cleo says, waving her
hand at Susan in a way that makes Valerie understand that Susan
is accustomed to taking such orders from Cleo.
     Susan undresses without a word, unbuttoning her dress and
then pulling it off her body with a single smooth movement. Under
the dress, she wears only a white garter belt to hold up her
stockings. Her pussy is shaved, the mound bald and shining, the
upper part of her slit just visible between the plump outer lips.
     "What do you think of her?" Cleo says to Valerie.
     "She's beautiful," Valerie says.
     Cleo laughs. "Oh, she's beautiful, all right. And she's also
hot. Beautiful and hot." Cleo beckons to Susan, and when the girl
comes forward, Cleo slides a hand between Susan's thighs to
finger her bald cunt. When she pulls the fingers away, they
glisten with Susan's juices, and with a laugh Cleo lifts her hand
to Susan's mouth and she makes Susan lick her fingers clean. "See
that? Do you see how hot she is?"

                          *     *     *

     In the bedroom, Cleo lies in the center of the bed with
Susan and Valerie on each side of her and Cleo's arms around
their shoulders. Susan lies on Cleo's right and Valerie on Cleo's
left. Valerie has removed her blouse, but she still wears her
stockings and heels. Susan wears what she wore in the living
room, the white garter belt, beige stockings and dainty Italian
pumps. Cleo has removed most of her clothes and she now wears
only a white teeshirt.
     The window shade is down, the room in gray shadows, the
bodies on the bed almost indistinct. From the stereo in the
living room, comes the voice of Carey Wilson singing a plaintive
love song.
     Cleo now pushes at Susan's head, and Susan obediently slides
her body downward on the bed, downward until Cleo is able to lift
her right leg and hook her knee over Susan's shoulder. After
shifting her body again, Susan gets her face between Cleo's open
thighs and she begins sucking Cleo's cunt.
     Cleo murmurs something, or is it merely a chuckle of
happiness? She grips Valerie's shoulder more firmly, pulling
Valerie toward her and kissing Valerie's mouth. Valerie moans
against Cleo's lips. Then Cleo releases Valerie, and again
Valerie gazes down to watch Susan as she eats Cleo's cunt.
     Susan's eyes are closed, her nose buried in Cleo's blonde
bush, her face sliding from side to side as she uses her mouth to
massage Cleo's sex.
     Valerie feels an intense excitement as she watches it. Susan
is obviously hungry, her eyes closed, her mouth sucking
ravenously at Cleo's upward tilted cunt. Does Cleo love Susan?
Valerie realizes how jealous she is. She has such an enormous
desire to please Cleo, and here she is watching another girl with
her face between Cleo's legs. She wonders about Susan, wonders
why Susan is so submissive. So far she and Susan have said hardly
more than a few words to each other.
     Cleo makes Susan stop what she's doing. She pushes Susan
away with her foot and she tells Valerie to get over her. She
wants Valerie straddling her on all fours so she can get at
Valerie's hanging breasts. Valerie does it, groaning as Cleo
takes her dangling breasts in her hands, then shuddering with
delight as Cleo orders Susan to get behind Valerie and do her
ass. "Rim her," Cleo orders, and the next moment Valerie squeals
with happiness as she feels Susan's face pressing against her ass
and Susan's tongue licking at her anus.

                          *     *     *

     The afternoon light has faded completely, and in Cleo's
bedroom a small lamp is now lit. The three women are still on the
bed, but Cleo is now lying on her right side while both Valerie
and Susan lie with their heads toward Cleo's feet. Susan lies
behind Cleo with her face pushing between Cleo's buttocks.
Valerie is on the other side, her mouth occupied with Cleo's cunt
while Susan pays homage to Cleo's ass.
     Muttering softly, Cleo slowly moves her loins backward and
forward against the two mouths.
     Valerie adores it. She loves the heady nectar flowing out of
Cleo's cunt. At intervals her forehead touches Susan's forehead,
making Valerie more aware of Susan's presence, Susan's tongue so
close at the other opening, the sucking sounds made by Susan's
lips.
     But Valerie is also afraid. She's afraid Cleo will make her
as submissive as Susan, make her a body slave like sweet Susan.
Is it possible? Valerie shudders as she listens to the sucking
sounds made by Susan's lips.


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