Lovers

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.