by Rachel Heath
A pubic hair got stuck on Consuela’s tongue. When she came up for air to pull it off, she took the time to ask, “Anything special you’d like, Dolly?”
“Go up to my clit but not on it, just around it. Where my labyris is. Yeah. That’s right, keep licking that way, yeah... “ Dolly’s thighs hugged Consuela’s face as she came: “Keep! Yeah! Oh, ohhh!”
After both their hearts stopped thumping, and the two women were holding each other, Consuela enjoying Dolly’s rolls of fat and Dolly idly stroking her lover’s curtain of hair, Consuela said, “Dolly, I hope you know now why they say ‘blind lovers do it with feeling.’“
“Yeah,” Dolly replied. “I also know why you’d rather feel the good parts.”
“Especially when there’s a lot to feel,” Consuela added, giving Dolly a special squeeze.
Chapter Six
Ass Woman’s Wonder
When I see her just lolling around in bed, like she’s doing now, lying on top of the quilt in our bedroom (I broke her of the nasty habit she used to have of getting under the sheets with her clothes on), just slowly swaying that pelvis side to side as she reads an old On Our Backs, I remember back to the first time I saw her and how I just had to have her soon as I saw that ass. Couldn’t believe an ass as good as that on a white woman so I kept staring and staring while my pussy juice churned. Slim, strawberry blonde, freckled woman with a butt that jutted out like you pulled out a shelf and the cheeks round as balloons. Man, did they bounce inside those painted-on jeans when she danced on the floor of that bar.
Watching those cheeks rock and roll made me have to ride them. And she was femme. Not just high-femme but super-femme like a fashion model or a beauty contest winner. That’s what I like and what she had: bracelets rattling up and down her noodle thin arms, little-girl sweet voice, brightly polished fingernails, and make-up carefully applied but she didn’t over do it like some women to make herself look like a clown or Tammy Faye Bakker. But she was like that old song, “All ribbons and curls/ooo, what a girl.”
I can’t see fucking another boi – it’d feel like incest to me. Of course, I’m ultimately just me and I’m no stone – I like having something up my pussy hole when it’s wet and throbbing and I don’t mind touching my grrrrl parts. Some people get confused when they see me. I’ll get a said-in-respect “sir,” followed by a stammering “ma’am” when they look down at my chest. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. I like being a boi with big boobs.
It wasn’t quite instant U-Haul with us although it was instant lust. She wasn’t attached at the time we met so I didn’t have to get in any big butch fight before I drove her to my crib on the outskirts of Tampa. “I’ve just been here a few months,” she said. “I came down here for my job. I’m a buyer for Rich’s.”
“They’ve got good taste,” I told her with a smile. “And I’m sure you do, too.”
“I’m hot,” she continued, “because I just saw Secretary yesterday. Of course, I imagined a butch boss was giving the spankings.”
I laughed. Not too long afterward, I’d rent Secretary from Blockbuster’s and the two of us would watch it together, me for the first time. Falling in love – well, that was a whole other story. We found we liked a lot of the same things, both sexually and otherwise. Neither of us is real into politics or anything heavy but we like thrillers and Stephen King and each other’s bodies. She’s a good cook and can fix up extra special dinners that are French, Italian, or Soul Food. We’ve have some bad fights, mostly about money because she likes to spend a lot on outfits and jewelry and things. But it’s been two years, about time for the dreaded Lesbian Bed Death and we’re still going strong.
It must be because she has back pains. At least, that’s why she says she always grinds those hips around. “It’s automatic,” she claims, “I move the pain around without even thinking about it.”
Yeah, sure. But she admits it turns her on, that she gets a lot of sensation when she moves that bubble butt around. Long waves of red-gold hair cascade down the back of her femme baby pink blouse, even has dripping white lace around the deep cleavage and the cuffs. And those little Daisy Dukes hugging that sweet ass as she grinds it.
I run my dark brown skinned hand up the back of those alabaster white legs and she squeals and gives an extra squirm to her hips. Rolls around a bit as my hand works up under her jean shorts. Already I can feel the heat starting in her crotch, a heat like mine as I feel my briefs moisten.
“Pull ‘em down,” I tell her and she does, panties and all, exposing two globes like bleached melons. My pussy starts to throb, its lips to tingle, and I’ve got to have something inside me. So I reach under the bed for the bag of toys and take out the big thick dildo that looks like a baby whale and thrust it inside my pulsating pussy.
Then I grab on her ass cheeks, kneading and squeezing as she grinds and I suck on a big piece of spongy ass. A pink spot is left behind where my mouth was.
She turns around onto her back and puts her legs wide apart. I dive. She is sopping wet in her jungle and I lick her long, delicately scalloped pussy lips, taste the thick musky flowing love juice and suck, my teeth just barely touching, her tiny pearl of a clit. My fingers slip easily into her hot and wet pussy hole and I move them inside in a come-hither motion against the upper wall of her love tunnel as she gets more and more excited, running her hands against her large breasts and pulling on them as her hips sway.
My own nipples burn harshly against my t-shirt and I tear the thing off so she can fondle my big brown breasts. Her greedy hands squeeze and pull and her mouth goes to one of my large, hardened black areolas where she licks around at first, her tongue in little dabs making a kind of sweet torture before she takes a tit in her mouth and sucks hard as a starving baby. My pussy spasms around the dildo as I cum but I’m not done, not even close.
“Let’s see that ass again.” She turns around and I take the leather covered round paddle out of the bag and start having at those cheeks, swatting one, then the other and back again until I’ve painted two pretty pink blushes in the middle of those ass cheeks. I take another bit, of hot flesh this time and leave my teeth printed in scarlet.
Then I get out my strap-on, my long leather-black dong. Still keeping the other dildo inside of me, I wrap my dick on and fuck my lady doggy style, slamming against the hot jutting, pinkened butt until finally we both cum in a rush of excitement, our color contrasting bodies dripping with sweat. The dildo slides out of my pussy. She picks it up and starts slurping off my juice.
“I hope you never stop having back pains,” I tell her and we both laugh.
Chapter Seven
Playing the Bad Girl Game
Bella grappled with Carmen, a freckled, red-haired dancer from the Sappho Club. She loved the feel of Carmen’s big soft breasts against her own small firm ones. Both wimmin were slick from sweat when--
The door burst open.
Caught. The two in bed pulled apart, still flushed and panting from unfinished sex.
Janet stood in the doorway, glaring at Bella. She carried a briefcase and wore a navy blue jacket and skirt with a white blouse. Her auburn hair was swept back. “I don’t believe it,” she said slowly, shaking her head. “All I do is leave for a few days and you--” she put her briefcase down and pointed an accusing forefinger at her cheating Partner, “You betray me!”
Bella slid further away from Carmen. “Oh, Janet I’m so sorry,” she said, biting her lower lip and looking down.
Carmen stammered, “I didn’t even know she was married! You can’t blame me. ... “ The bewildered redhead looked at Bella. “You said you were single!”
“No, I didn’t,” Bella said. “I... get out. Please, just get out.”
Carmen picked up her dark blue jeans and put them on in a hurry, continuing her protestations of innocence. “Really, I didn’t mean to get into... “ she whined, pulling on her Lea DeLaria T-shirt.
“Yeah, yeah,” Janet said sarcastically.
Carmen grabbed her denim carry
-all and ran out the door.
Bella sat up, huddling against the headboard and holding a white sheet before her breasts in an odd gesture of modesty. A mane of jet black hair streamed past her shoulders. Her face was heart shaped, tanned, with a baby-soft beauty. She had large, brown eyes, a delicate nose, and a little rosebud mouth.
“Well... so this is what you’re like, huh, Bella? Hard as I work for both of us and you can’t even be trusted. What a farce our wedding was,” Janet paused and shook her head, “Married in front of all the wimmin we know and in the eyes of the Goddess? Remember? Fidelity forever?” Then she asked, narrowing her blue eyes, “Why are you covering yourself in front of me?”
“I... I don’t know,” Bella replied and looked down as if suddenly noticing it.
With one quick movement Janet tore the sheet away from Bella, flinging it past her feet, exposing her cheating Partner’s slender naked body, the tan broken by patches of white around her breast and pubic areas. She laughed, a bitter forced laugh. “Didn’t I come home to a fine welcome?”
“I’m sorry, Janet,” Bella said. “I love you. This just happened this one time. ‘Cause you were gone for so long and... and I was lonely.... I’m so sorry.” She tried to kiss Janet who pushed her away but held on to her shoulders.
“You’re lying,” Janet said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“No, I’m not. I--”
“You’ve cheated on me before, Bella. I know about all those Sappho Club girls. You! You’re so damn horny!”
“I--”
“Tell me the truth. You’re supposed to be my Life Partner, Bella. And we can’t have a Partnership built on lies.”
“But I’ll never do it again. I’m sorry. I love you. I swear I do.”
“Are you willing to prove it?” Janet’s tone was suddenly cool and in control.
“Sure, I’ll prove it.” Again Bella tried to kiss her and again Janet held her at a distance.
“Will you prove it the way I ask you to?”
“I... sure... I’ll do anything you say.”
“Then let me punish you,” Janet said. She let go of Bella’s shoulders. “Bring me a slipper.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Isn’t it bad to cheat on me while I’m away working hard and earning money for both of us? Haven’t you been a bad girl?”
“Uh... Y-yes.”
“Bad girls get punished. Now bring me a slipper.”
Slowly, as if in a daze, Bella walked over to their closet. She picked a new powder blue slipper off the floor. Then she went back to the bed.
Janet had taken her jacket and scarf off. She accepted the slipper from her faithless lover. Then she turned the naked and shamed Bella her across her navy-skirted lap. Janet paused, admiring the beauty of her cheating Partner’s bottom: perfectly round cheeks like twin halves of grapefruit, their milky white a delicious contrast to the gold-brown of her tan.
Janet brought the slipper down. Swat!
“Ouch!” Bella gasped. The sudden sting seemed to make the singular foolishness of her position click in her mind. Humiliation washed over her in a warm, red wave.
As Janet spanked, Bella twisted her hips helplessly and tightened her pinkened butt so that her fanny cleavage seemed thin as a pencil mark.
“Stop!” she begged shrilly. “It hurts!”
“It’s supposed to hurt,” Janet informed her maliciously. “And quit that wriggling.”
“I can’t help it,” Bella turned her head and looked at Janet plaintively. “Please, not too many more. Please.”
“OK,” Janet said. “Just ten more slaps and then we’re done.”
“Five?” Bella pleaded.
“Ten,” Janet replied firmly. “I’ll count them out.”
“OK,” Bella agreed reluctantly.
“But if you wriggle it doesn’t count,” Janet added. “You have to take that one over again.”
“Ohhh, that’s not fair,” Bella whined.
“Well, then maybe I should just leave. If you don’t think you should be punished for betraying me, I’ll just pack my stuff and get out. You can always find a new lover.”
“Oh, no, Janet! I love you. You’ve got to stay with me.”
“Then ten more slaps,” Janet said. “And if you wriggle it doesn’t count? Ok?”
“OK,” Bella whispered.
“One.... Two.... Three ... ”
“Oh... ouch!”
“Four... We’ve got to take that one over, you little brat. Four! That’s better. Five... “
“Oh! Owww.... “
“Now for the last five. And these you have to take just right. Not only without wriggling but with your ass muscles relaxed.”
“Janet!”
“When your muscles are tight it doesn’t sting as much so you’re not really submitting to your punishment. Relax them, you little slut. Yeah, Bella, like that. Six... Seven ... ”
“Ow!”
“Eight.”
“Ooo!” Bella hissed in pain.
“Nine.... .Ten.”
“Ouch! Ow!”
“OK,” Janet declared, “I guess you’ve been punished enough.”
Bella let out a sigh of relief. Rubbing her sore, burning bottom, she moved weakly away.
“Stay here,” Janet ordered, pulling her back. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
“What more could you want from me, Janet?” Bella whimpered.
“I want to make love,” Janet said, stroking her erring lover’s silky dark hair. Janet’s voice was gentle now, cleansed of jealousy and anger. “And so do you.” She tweaked Bella’s nipple playfully. “You’re turned on, I can tell. Your tits are hard. Come on, admit it, you’re horny, aren’t you?” The words were taunting but her tone was loving.
“Yeah,” Bella answered, smiling sheepishly. She kissed her now-forgiving, wronged Spouse.
Janet slipped her blouse off and Bella pulled the blue skirt down, letting it fall on the floor.
Again two naked wimmin were in bed, kissing and rubbing and bouncing. As Bella came, her hips rocking faster and frantically, Janet’s fingers squeezed her sore buttocks so pain blended with pleasure into a pure white flash like lightning shooting through her and she screamed out in joy.
***
“How was it, Bella?” Janet asked, her arms around her fatigued but satisfied Partner.
“Great,” Bella whispered, “I think it’s one of the best of these scenes we’ve done so far.”
“I didn’t spank you too hard, did I?” Janet asked.
“You big meanie,” Bella teased and giggled. “No.”
“Was it hard enough?”
“Just right, Janet. You’ve really become sensitive to how much I like.”
“That lady, Carmen, she knew it was a scene, didn’t she?”
“Yes, of course.”
“I wondered about that ‘cause she actually looked scared and shocked when I threw the door open. More than that other lady.”
“Yeah,” Bella said, “She works with an amateur theater group.” Bella closed her eyes dreamily. “We ought to go see their next play.”
“What is it? The Children’s Hour?”
“Not. Or not quite,” Bella answered. “It’s about a dyke with two straight teenaged daughters. She plays one of the daughters.”
“Are you hungry?” Janet asked.
“Yeah.”
“I’ll go get that fruit dish I made for you this morning.”
“And put some ice cream on top. O.K.?”
“Sure.” Janet got out of bed and went into the kitchen. Bella was lazy and slow and Janet enjoyed seeing her lying down, relaxed and languid and waiting.
Janet took the plate of fruit out of the refrigerator. Cherries in the middle, circled by slices of melon, peach, and plum, with pineapple and banana interspersed at the rim. Janet scooped chocolate chip ice cream onto it. Then she put the concoction on a tray and took it to Bella.
Janet sat in bed beside her Partner,
watching her eat. She took such small bites, Janet thought, like a baby bird.
“Bella,” Janet said.
“You want some?” Bella asked.
“Yeah.”
Bella lay back on the bed, putting pieces of wet fruit across her chest and tummy. Janet started licking it up, kissing Bella’s moist skin and savoring the mingled odors of fresh fruit and horny sweat.
Drawing her knees up and apart, Bella smiled impishly and asked: “You want the main course?”
“Yes,” Janet replied, “But it’s on the other side, sweetheart.”
Bella turned onto her fruit-moistened front so Janet could kiss her bottom. Most of the redness was gone as usual, Janet thought, it faded within a few minutes. But her sensitive little underbum still blushed.
Bella put her fingers on her clit and began undulating her hips from side to side.
Slowly, tenderly, Janet covered her Partner’s ass with kisses and as Bella came slid her tongue along the spots that were still pink, still warm, the unmistakable proof that she was a very good bad girl.
Chapter Eight
The Tutor
I was having a hard time with my high school math classes so my parents had gotten me a tutor. She was a few years older than I and in college. Karen had pretty long black hair and big brown eyes. I knew I had failed my latest exam despite our lessons together.
When I told Karen how poorly I’d done she seemed completely exasperated with me.
“You know what a lazy little girl like you deserves?” she asked with her eyebrows knotted and a mean expression on her lovely face. Her beautiful brown eyes seemed uniquely bright.
“What?” I asked.
“A good hard spanking,” Karen said, emphasizing each word and pulling me over to her.
I started to resist and she let go of my wrists.
“Get your hairbrush out of your purse, lazy girl,” she ordered.
“I ... ”
“Now,” she said firmly.
This is crazy, I thought, she’s actually going to spank me. I got my purse and unlatched it thinking, I don’t have to do this, I don’t have to do this. But I did it.
The hairbrush had a round, flat wooden base.