Three hours of sleep and one hot bath later found Kitten all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as she skidded her convertible to a stop in front of the Old Bottle Inn, and killed the engine. On the seat next to her, in a cardboard box, was the bunny costume she would wear to Monique Dubois' party this evening. She picked it up and slid out of the car with a generous display of thighs, locked it in the trunk. Then she turned and moved slowly towards the tavern entrance, only to hesitate near the door. A thoughtful expression crawled across her face. Should she or shouldn't she try for a truce with Cleo Brill? Could she go through with it? Would she be able to find the right words? Maybe she should simply say she was sorry and let it go at that.
"Stop sweating nails," she muttered to herself. "You don't have to go inside, you know. Coming here to make peace with Cleo was your idea, not hers."
She took a deep breath that rocked her pointed tits, then walked through the door.
Kitten noted that customers were few as she threaded her way between the tables and perched her shapely rump on a bar stool. She also noted that Cleo Brill was not in sight. Kitten ordered a gimlet and flamed a cigarette to life while she waited for the drink to land in front of her. She sucked on the cigarette and picked up a view of the room in the back bar minor. There were no familiar faces at the two occupied tables.
"Here's your drink, lady."
Kitten lost interest in the table customers. She fished a dollar bill from her shoulder bag and dropped it on the moist bar. She started to sample the gimlet. She had it nearly to her lips when Cleo Brill unexpectedly popped up behind her and said coldly, "You're determined to get my license suspended, aren't you?"
"Not really," Kitten replied as she turned on the stool to face the tangerine-haired woman she had been at odds with ever since she could remember. "I only dropped in to see if I still hated your guts."
Cleo's expressive lips twisted in a bitter smile. "Nobody changes feelings overnight, doll. You've been grinding your heels into the back of my neck longer than I care to remember. Why should you feel any differently toward me today?"
Kitten sighed. Getting Cleo to bury the hatchet wasn't going to be easy.
They stared at each other for a long moment, and it was Kitten who broke the silence. "Uncle Max did some talking this morning, and I did some listening. He told me about my father, and what Momma did to him." Her eyes crawled over the big-titted woman. "I thought you were the one who shot Daddy out of the saddle with that long tongue of yours. I was wrong." She paused to wet her lips. Then she slid from her perch to a standing position and said almost angrily, "Damn it to hell, Cleo, I'm trying to apologize."
At first, Cleo was too surprised to comprehend what was happening. When the surprise faded and the truth hit home, she grew embarrassed. Her face seemed to melt, then light up, the eyes suddenly as soft as her voice. "I know you're trying to apologize, doll. The question is… for what?" She shrugged and made her football-sized tits bobble. "I'm sure I don't know."
Kitten's anger dissolved into tenderness. Cleo wanted this truce. Kitten placed a hand on the woman's arm and said, "You're making this terribly easy for me, Cleo."
"I hope so, doll. I want you for a friend. I always did." She filled her lungs with air, exhaled it in the form of soft laughter. "But I'm still worried about my booze license."
"I won't touch it."
"There's no reason why you shouldn't. You paid for it."
She frowned for a moment, then made up her mind about something and said, "I have an idea. Why don't you pick up your drink and bring it back to my apartment?" A harsh laugh bounced out of her. "Don't worry, I won't try to seduce you."
The hell you won't, Kitten thought as she followed Cleo's swaying hips up a narrow flight of stairs. I'll make you seduce me. Once and for all, I'm going to find out if you're as good in the sack as Momma thought you were…
The apartment was soundproof, and dedicated to sex. Lewd paintings in expensive frames dotted the walls, while statuettes carved from driftwood cluttered the floor, end tables and various nooks and crannies. Behind the black leather couch was a bookcase – shelves crammed with books dealing with witchcraft, abnormal psychology, books on wild sexual practices, and works of fiction dealing with the subject of lesbianism.
Weird. Real weird. But at the same time… stimulating.
Cleo misinterpreted the expression she caught on Kitten's face and said apologetically, "I'm sorry you find this place so repulsive, doll."
Kitten's smile was quick. "But I don't. It's just that I'm so flabbergasted. I've never seen anything quite like this before."
"It doesn't sicken you?"
Kitten shook her head. "Yesterday it would have, but not today. I've done some growing up since last night."
Cleo's eyes turned shrewd. "With Gil Savage?"
Kitten sampled her gimlet, nodded. "And Dr. Dubois. And Liz Trent." Laughter bubbled in her voice. "And this morning with dirty old Uncle Max." She locked glances with the again surprised woman. "About the only one I haven't made it with is you." There, it was out!
Cleo licked a droplet of sweat from her upper lip. Her eyes probed the depths of Kitten's, looking for a cruel joke that wasn't there, and then she said quietly, "I hope to hell you know what you're doing, doll. I wouldn't want you to have any regrets after…"
Cleo was still talking when Kitten closed the narrow space that crouched between them and kissed her into silence. The glass in her right hand tilted and the gimlet spilled on the floor as Kitten locked her arms around the woman's waist to bring her cunt against hers.
Cunts met, tits collided, but it was the kiss that started to produce heat in their loins. It was a long kiss in which Kitten's tongue played the aggressor, and by the time she withdrew it from Cleo's mouth, the woman was breathless.
"Damn," Cleo panted as she stepped back to admire Kitten, "you really have changed! What a french-kiss! I felt it all the way down to my toenails!" She laughed. "Liz Trent did a good job of turning you on. What did she use- her tongue?"
"Isn't that the only way it can be done?"
Cleo shook her head. "There are other ways women can make it with each other."
"Oh?"
"Would you like to find out one of those ways?"
"I'm game for anything right now," Kitten purred. "The way my cunt feels at this moment, I'd even settle for a ride on your finger."
"That won't be necessary, doll. Just come with me into the bedroom. I've got something there that will drive us both up the wall."
"What?"
"I don't want to tell you about it. I'd rather show you. Come along, doll."
Kitten nodded and followed Cleo into the bedroom. Her eyes grew large again as Cleo bounced over to the antique dresser and jerked open the top drawer, giving her the opportunity to look around. This elegant chamber was even more fantastic than the living room. A four-poster complete was canopy dominated its center; perfumed pillows that resembled a rainbow gone nuts were strewn all over. There were more figurines caned from driftwood, and more lewd paintings on the walls, but these depicted women in various stages of oral and vaginal copulation, using phallic substitutes for the latter act, and as Kitten stared she found herself becoming hotter and hotter. Heat became more intense as Cleo turned away from the dresser and asked, "Ever see one of these before?"
Kitten's eyes nearly popped from their sockets. Cleo was holding out a double dildo made of soft surgical rubber, and built for those who liked to think big.
"My favorite toy," Cleo laughed as she shook it at a gulping Kitten. "Would you like to find out how it works?"
Kitten reached out and touched the dildo. Its size made her hesitate for a few seconds. Then she took a breath and let it hiss past her lips. "Yes, I believe I would."
"Good girl! Let's get undressed."
Kitten lowered her ass to the edge of the canopied bed. "You first."
Cleo tossed the dildo on the bed and clawed at the zipper on the hip of her skirt. The zipper whispered, gaped, and momentarily the skirt lay in a crumpled heap around her ankles. She kicked it free of her feet and straightened to show Kitten the crotchless panties she was wearing. She licked her lips, asked, "How do you like my undies?"
"What undies? I'm too preoccupied with staring at your hairy cunt."
Cleo laughed and opened her ice-green blouse. Kitten's eyes lifted, widened. Cleo's jugs were encased in a peekaboo bra that exposed her long, jutting brown nipples.
Awe edged Kitten's voice. "Those nipples of yours. They're as big as lipstick tubes."
Cleo's eyes twinkled. "Gil Savage's analogy is better than yours. He insists they remind him of miniature chocolate cocks in search of blow-jobs."
Kitten giggled, then sobered abruptly as Cleo started to remove her crotchless panties. She said, "Leave them on. The bra, too. I think they look sexy on you."
"And my shoes?"
"They don't turn me on."
Cleo removed them. "I'm ready. Now it's your turn."
Kitten stood up and started disrobing. She was wearing a mini-skirt and a scoop necked shell. The skirt went first. Then she caught the shell by its tail, tugged it up and over her head. Cleo smacked her lips as she glimpsed Kitten's half-bra and panties, then said, "My God, you're a delectable looking piece of ass! Dan ought to have his head examined for cutting out on you."
"He won't do it again," Kitten said grimly as she followed her bikini panties down to the floor and stepped out of them. "I'll make damned sure of that!" She unclasped her bra and bared her tits. A wicked smile curved her lips. "But right now I'm more interested in making sure of you." She flopped to her back on the bed and opened her legs. "Let's get with it."
Cleo did. She fisted the double dildo and climbed between Kitten's yawning legs. Breath ripped out of her in ragged blasts as she inserted one end of the rubber root into her cunt the other end between the wet lips of Kitten's twat.
Kitten broke the palpitating silence by saying, "Don't tease. Ram this big beauty into me."
Cleo took a firm grip on the double dildo, hesitated for a few seconds. Then she hunched forward with the fake dicks and drove all the way home with one vicious thrust.
They grunted in unison.
Loudly.
"Ah, ah!" Kitten shrilled as the brief twinge of pain faded and pleasure filled and proceeded to slosh around inside her cunt. "This big rascal and I are going to get along just fine! More, give me more! Make me come, make me come! Fuck me, fuck me!"
Cleo needed no encouragement, for at this point she wanted to hear Kitten scream with passion at the top of her lungs. Cleo slipped one arm around the writhing girl's slender waist and sawed the gigantic artificial cock in and out of her cunt… and hers.
Kitten was turned on.
Cleo wanted to keep her that way. And herself.
The dual dong kept goring. Savagely. Deliciously.
"Buck, doll, buck!"
"Make me come, make me come!"
"We'll both come," Cleo panted. "We'll come together."
The dual rubber rod slithered in and out of their pussies with the grace of Siamese serpents, and with each glorious inward thrust their jutting cunts touched and added to the pleasure they were giving each other. Hips twisted, asses wriggled, tits crushed, their nipples kissing, and presently they were both racing at breakneck speed toward that euphoric thing called climax.
"Fuck, doll!" Cleo chanted. "Fuck and make me come with you! Fuck, darling, fuck!"
Kitten fucked. Furiously. And thought: Sex – the greatest game in the world. Beautiful. Wonderful. Delicious. Like the rubber cock slithering in and out of her cunt.
"I'm ready to cream," Cleo panted. "How about you, doll?"
"Yes! Oh, yes!"
Sweat drenched Cleo's brow and ran into her eyes, but she didn't stop working until Kitten moaned her way through orgasm and relaxed beneath her, sighing in the only way a woman knows how to sigh when passion is spent.
Cleo removed the double dildo from their cunts and dropped it to the floor. She came to a kneeling position between Kitten's legs, smiled tenderly, asked, "Did I please you, doll?"
"Mmmmm," Kitten murmured as she squirmed to a sitting position and found herself face to face with Cleo's bra-covered boobs. "I creamed like crazy."
"Good, huh?"
"Damn good, but not good enough. I want the rest of you. I want to taste your cunt."
Cleo stretched out on her back. "Taste away, doll."
Kitten shifted her body and removed Cleo's peekaboo bra. She trapped one firm knocker in her right hand and kneaded it gently. She toyed with the nipple for a minute or so, and then she mounted the panting woman. Clits touched, shocked, and momentarily Cleo was bouncing her shapely ass all over the bed, and begging, "Now, little doll. Drop that beautiful face of yours down to my cunt and eat me, eat me!"
Kitten stopped applying friction to Cleo's cunt with hers and attacked her boobs. She took the left nipple between her lips and treated it to a series of hard and loud sucks. Then she shifted her mouth to the other nipple and did the same.
Cleo's mind was ready to climb the nearest wall. She writhed, moaned, "I'm burning up! My pussy's burning up! Don't torture me any more! Eat me! My cunt!"
"I will, Cleo, I will."
"Now, doll, now!" And now it was.
Kitten slid back on her knees, then dropped her face to the thick carpet of pussy moss between Cleo's scissored legs. There was no guilt over what she was about to do, only hunger. She wanted the juice flowing from the pussy before her, and she knew how to go after it. She licked her lips. Then her tongue flicked out to shock Cleo's clit once more. A moment later her tongue moved and darted between the moist labes like a serpent heading towards its favorite hole.
"Ah," Cleo hissed as her hips shifted into high gear, "it's been so long since any woman did this to me. I only hope you're hungry enough to take me all the way."
Hungry? Kitten was starved.
She dug her fingernails into Cleo's grinding hips and crooked her tongue inside the woman's pussy.
Cleo started to come unglued.
Kitten straightened, then crooked her tongue again.
"That's going to do the trick," Cleo croaked. "I'm almost ready to come! It won't be long now! Keep eating, doll! Wriggle that sweet tongue of yours and shake this cunt of mine right out of its tree! Go, doll, go!"
Kitten smiled against the oozing cunt-hole her writhing tongue impaled… and continued to lick and slurp at the honey flowing from it. Speedily. Expertly. Ravenously. Until Cleo Brill tensed, groaned, exploded with a generous load of twat-honey.
Kitten kept eating the woman's melting cunt.
Cleo climaxed for the second time, then the third… and then fainted.
Kitten removed her tongue from Cleo's quim and slipped out of bed. She was fully dressed again by the time the woman opened her eyes and said thickly, "You really did me up brown, doll. I've never fainted before."
"I got carried away. I hope I didn't hurt you."
"You didn't," Cleo laughed as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, tits heaving wildly. "You sucked more juice out of my tush than I like to have sucked out of it at one time, but you didn't hurt me." She laughed again. "Do you know how long it's been since another woman put the mouth and tongue to me? Over six months." She shuddered. "Jesus, nobody should ever have to suffer that long… for anything."
"Six months isn't so bad," Kitten said, thinking back. "I went a little over nineteen years before I found out what I was missing." Her face clouded. "For a while I thought this whole business of sex was a bad joke, especially after Dan came home and plucked my cherry. Talk about suffering – those two times he fucked me were just plain brutal! I suppose I'm to blame. I couldn't relax… or respond." She grimaced. "Thinking about my mother didn't help matters any, either." She shook her head. "Talk about a crazy, mixed-up kid! But no more. From now on I'm going to be the wildest bitch Dan ever saw."
"You already are," Cleo smiled, then shifted the subject. "How about going into the living room and mixing something to drink while I climb into my clothes?"
Kitten glanced towards the window and shook her head. "It's getting late, so if you don't mind, I think I'll take a rain check." A hint of amusement glinted in her eyes. "I've got to go home and get dressed for a wild party."
Cleo's eyebrows arched. "Monique's?"
Kitten nodded. "My first time. Will you be there?"
"With bells on."
Kitten reached out and touched Cleo's naked jugs. "You'd better wear more than that, hon, or you might get arrested for indecent exposure before you get there."
Cleo exploded with laughter.