Chapter Seven

Sky got up and staggered off to collapse in a nearby chair. Lighting a cigarette, he slumped back against the cool leather, thoroughly drained. Crissy, resting with eyes closed, was still basking in the afterglow of her slowly receding orgasm when she felt the bed shift and was vaguely aware that Katerina had taken his place beside her.

The Kat, driven crazy by the spanking and the incredibly hot fuck scene that followed, was by now consumed with lust and simply had to get her hands on their latest sex toy. She snaked up to Crissy who still lay on her belly, and brought a hand up to follow the shallow curve of the blonde’s lower back as it swept up to that nicely-rounded butt.

“Oh..Barbie doll you were wonderful…and such a beautiful ass…a s perfect little ass,” she breathed in Crissy ear, expressing her honest admiration by patting the object of her affections.

Crissy stiffened. She lay tense and expectant, sensing the other’s movements on the bed, not knowing what might happen next. Then, unexpectedly, a single exquisite thrill shot through her. It was the touch of Katerina’s lips on her hurting behind. The imperious Kat was paying her most obsequious tribute to young Crissy’s bottom!

She felt the cool slither of the tongue licking her, slavishly lapping up the creamy smooth curves of her cheeks that clenched in a spasm of pure delight. She couldn’t help squirming excitedly, rubbing her pussy hard against the mattress as Katerina wetly traced the under curves of her taut butt and then probed at the juncture where the twin curves met, electrifying the girl with repeated stabs of blinding pleasure.

The velvety wet feel stopped momentarily and Crissy felt her displaced panties being removed. She was floating, suddenly, gloriously free. Her legs scissored in happy exultation.

Then the lavish tongue was back, sending ripples of sensual pleasure surging through her as it traced down her the curve of behind. In a bold sally the tongue slipped into the crack, tickling, wetly probing the narrow confines between the clenching buttocks. And as the adept tongue slid lower Crissy sighed. Moaning through her opened mouth, she let her legs fall apart eager to give her skillful lover even greater access to the soft folds of her vagina.

Placing her gloved hands on Crissy’s inner thighs, Katerina opened the girl up, splayed her lips apart held the slick pink lips open, then abruptly dove in burrowing deeply into Crissy’s crotch from behind. Crissy’s shoulders shot up at the first tentative probing, and she scrambled up onto her elbows, straining upward, her head thrown back, her jaws clenched against the maddening tickle of pleasure as the insidious tongue lapped her cunt.

Katerina was driving the girl wild and she knew it; it would not be long before her own raging lust would be out of all control. She renewed her efforts, ran her flattened tongue up the opened petals of flesh till Crissy arched up and tight little whimpers escaped from her pressed lips.

In a heated rush, she scrambled up and rolled the blond girl over. As she was turned onto her tender butt Crissy groaned, and she opened her eyes, to look up at her lover through hooded eyes as the eager woman, scrambled on top of her and sat straddling her hips. For a moment she looked down on the blonde with hard, desperate eyes. Then she reached for her.

Crissy felt herself being swept up the other’s arms. Katerina slid down against her, tore open the remaining button on the disheveled jacket and kissed her, full, on the mouth. And Crissy accepted the kiss, letting her mouth fall open. Soon their tongues were dancing in an exuberant pas-de-deux.

“Oh, oh, ooooooh,” Crissy breathed when Katerina broke the kiss and trailed off, kissing face, cheeks, chin, neck, hungry for her, all over her body, on fire to devour that writhing body, moving with a mounting intensity, a terrible, almost masculine urgency in her hands and lips, attacking the girl like a lusty male.

A hand came up to stroke her breast, and she was being kissed again, and this time she returned the kiss with even more vehemence, pressing her tongue into Katerina’s mouth, reaching out to clasp the hot leather-clad body to her own.

Sky, totally enthralled by the searing sight of raw lesbian lust, felt the first stirrings of re-awakening in his depleted cock. The two women were squirming on the sheets, their bodies writhing in passionate embrace when Crissy felt an arm snake down between them. A hand captured her cunt, and began palming her pubic mound; fingers curled up and pressed into her hot juicy pussy, as Katerina held her by the sex.

“Nooooooo,” she breathed, a long deep sigh that turned into a low plaintive moan.

Now her lover jammed a leg firmly between hers, and shoved a finger up her vagina, getting a tight grunt from Crissy. Quickly that finger was joined by another, and then a third. Katerina had three fingers wedged firmly up her cunt.

“Oooooh... yes... yes... yes,” Crissy mumbled, tossing her head from side to side, each time her Lesbian lover jammed the stiffened fingers deeper into her pussy.

Now the dark-haired girl was finger-fucking the squirming blonde, thrusting her hand up and down in a slow pistoning motion.

“You love it don’t you, you cunt, you slut, you whore?” Katerina spat at her, all the while slowly fucking the girl, who could do no more than whimper.

“Say it... say it... say “FUCK ME,” Katerina screamed at her, ramming her fingers deep twisting her hand, stroking the soft velvety inner walls of the blond girl’s spasming cunt.

“EEEEh... eeeeh, ooooh, yes... Fuck meeeee!” she whispered urgently, pleadingly.

And Katerina, driven crazy with passion, happily obliged, thrusting stiffened fingers deep into her lover, her hand pumping in a frenzied blur of motion, till the impaled girl twisted sensuously and raised her hips high off the mattress, straining there suspended in the air, for an impossibly long moment. Then her hips were bucking wildly as Katerina tore into her, a wild woman, her own excitement raging out of control. They raced together to a mutual orgasm that had both women thrashing about wildly, and re-animated Sky’s semi-hardened prick into a proud upstanding salute.

***

Crissy lived only for those weekends. The work week was a blur. She moved through the office as in a dream, and her co-workers began to notice how abstracted she had become, as though she were simply going through the motions. The girl could not concentrate. Powerful images intruded on her without warning. She was obsessed with thoughts of Sky, smiling and affectionate, yet strangely detached -- a powerful, virile male who cared for her, quietly took charge of her, yet seemed perfectly content to allow the dominating bitch use and degrade her while he sat by. But if was Sky who dominated her thoughts and found his way into her sexual fantasies, it was the quirky, mercurial brunette to whom her thoughts inevitably turned in the end.

The burning memory of that beautiful body: long and lean and majestically sheathed in the sexy bustier, the cool white skin of those lanky shoulders, those impressive tall legs that wrapped around her, and the sculpted flanks of those long oval buttocks, hard and white, and left brazenly exposed as she sauntered about in her high boots. There was a time when she would had considered making love to another woman as unthinkable, yet Kat had changed all of that. When they first made love, and Kat had taken her in her arms, gently kissed and caressed her, and then clung to her with sudden vehemence so that she could feel the other woman’s trembling need. This strong, powerful woman needed her, that was a memory that was burned in her mind, and now when it came back to her with such terrible intensity it left her weak in the knees.

If some of her co-workers noticed that Crissy seemed a bit distracted of late, they were too polite to mention it. All but Margot, that is. Margot was curious. She sensed something as going on. In the past, the two girls had gotten into the habit of stopping at the local hangout on Friday afternoons. But now Crissy had little time for her, she was in such a hurry to see

her mysterious millionaire. And when Margot kidded her about their affair becoming “hot and heavy”, her friend only smiled enigmatically, and Margot, who was hungry for details, was left to speculate. She told Margot about Sky of course, and watched the envy grow in her friend’s eyes. But she didn’t tell her all about her new boyfriend even though she was constantly pressed for details about the millionaire and his jet setting life.

So she would tell Margot about Sky, and his place in the hills, but not much about Katerina, of course. The Kat was too much, simply too unbelievable and if Margot knew her secrets she shared with the severe brunette, well, she just wasn’t ready for that!

After that first time, when Katerina had ravaged her and left her drained and depleted, she felt the warm stirrings of longing, feelings that were new to her and soon hardened into an ache of lust. Sky maintained that Kat was bi-sexual, and Crissy felt certain that the two sometimes slept together, but she had never witnessed Katerina having sex with him, or any other man. On the other hand, the two women had grown much closer now, more intimate, in a strange, weird sort of way. It was the kind of closeness that inevitably comes about after someone’s had their fingers up your cunt. And each time they were together, Crissy was drawn deeper into the Sapphic mysteries under the tutelage of the insatiable dark-haired dominant.

Mostly it was Katerina who took the lead of course, playing the male role, actively pursuing, capturing, subduing Crissy, who initially resisted but then yielded, surrendering to the burning terrible need of that voracious female predator. But even that was to change when, one night, she had been ordered to return the favors.

There was a fire going in the hearth, and they sat facing the flames, each lost in thought. Sky and Katerina were ensconced in the big chairs side by side, while Crissy sat on the floor beside Sky’s chair; shoeless, she sat with legs crossed, her head resting against the side of his knee. The two of them were fully clothed while the girl had taken off her blouse and bra, though she still kept on her skirt and stockings. And around her neck she wore a dog’s collar.

Sky, considerate, affectionate as ever, had politely asked if she would consent to wear that symbol of servitude. She had, of course, happily acquiesced. She could do nothing else. Bowing her head, she let him slip it on, helpfully lifting folds of her hair up in back so he could reach around and buckle it in place, accepting this banding of her neck with the high leather strap that at once placed her in their hands, and confirmed her status as love slave. She knew what it meant. And they knew what it mean when she had submitted to being collared.

For a long time no one spoke. Sky letting a hand fall to her head, was idly toying with a hank of blond hair, sampling the silky strands between his fingers. Staring into the fire, he began, his voice low and dreamy, speaking of his need, his desires, his wants, as though they were inevitable cosmic forces.

It was no longer enough that she allowed herself to be caressed by Katerina. She must learn the art of loving women. Katerina would teach her. She must learn how to approach the woman, seduce her, caress and undress her, properly pay tribute to the Kat’s adorable dark-haired pussy. And Katerina was to allow it all; she would do nothing either to discourage nor encourage the girl’s advances. Crissy was ordered to carry out the seduction; she must be the one to ravish the Kat!

Crissy sat staring into the fire, and took all of this in. She didn’t question it. She understood what it was he wanted of her, understood instinctively, what it was she must do. A twinge of desire quivered through her at the softly spoken words. She stirred herself and, forcing herself to move slowly and liquidly, got to her feet. Katerina sat watching her in silence, legs crossed, her long slack figure clad in an expensive two piece outfit, characteristically black: a pair of fine polished cotton pants, and a sleeveless vest that glittered with gold brocade cascading down the front panels. Below the trouser bottoms, the soft leather boots peeked out. Crissy didn’t flinch when those terrible black eyes rose to meet hers.

She stepped in front of the seated woman who responded to her unspoken invitation by getting to her feet. The two women stood face to face, the sleek, lanky brunette in her high-heeled boots was only a few inches taller, yet she seemed to tower over the slim blond girl who stood before her in stockinged feet.

Crissy reached out to embrace Katerina, who let herself be drawn in; her arms hanging limp and passive at her sides.

“You must tell her what you want her to do,” Sky urged in that soft silky voice that Crissy found so irresistible.

“Put your arms around me,” Crissy breathed in the other woman’s ear, unexpectedly thrilled to be giving the orders. And Katerina, obligingly raised her arms to enfold the narrow shoulders. Sky watched the two women, as they stood before him, staring into each others’ eyes, swaying as they held each other in loose embrace.

“Go on,” he whispered urgently.

Crissy moved closer, rising up, bringing her lips up to meet the others, kissing her... softly, then more insistently. Katerina simply stood passively, simply allowing herself to be kissed.

“Kiss me!” Crissy breathed.

And Katerina obediently opened her lips to receive that full open-mouthed kiss of her lover, and she pressed back, twisting and pressing, meeting the lively tongue that slithered into her mouth with her own determined thrusts. The embrace tightened, the women swaying sensuously, Katerina craning back while Crissy let her kisses trail down her neck and down onto the top of her chest to sample the vee of flesh left by the modest cleavage of the vest she wore.

“Go on, Crissy! Strip her. Go on, undress her,” Sky hissed, the impatience breaking through in his voice.

Crissy stood staring directly into those coal black eyes, eyes that had now softened into dark deeply receptive pools. And when she reached for the front of the vest, Crissy saw Kat moisten her parted lips. She kept her eyes fixed on Kat’s as her fingers worked open the top button of the vest and then the second, the third, and the fourth, while the Kat stood there passively, long arms dangling loosely at her sides, simply letting herself be stripped.

While Kat stood still, Crissy circled behind her, stepped up to plant a kiss on the nape of the neck, just under the cropped hair, and then slipped the vest back over the shoulders and down the long arms while Katerina stood proud and tall, staring off into space, distant, as though in a trance.

Katerina’s bra was made of a shiny black satin; the silken sheen of cups that were hard and opaque. Now the girl was attacking the bra strap, unhitching the clasp, peeling down the shoulder straps, removing the fluttering bra.

Sky, treated to a profile of those low-slung sloping tits, as they were freed; felt the first surge of sexual expectation. The obvious comparisons to the slight blond girl was inevitable, since she too was naked to the hips. Crissy’s small-mounded tits were modest curves, neat little handfuls with tight nipples that were small but hardening. His burgeoning cock pressed uncomfortably against the front of his pants as his gaze went back and forth before settling on pleasing lines of his paramour, now stripped to the waist: her thin frame and rangy shoulders, the sweeping lines of her nude torso, the low slung cones of those hard little breasts with dark brown nipples that stuck out bold and defiant, the body that was so intimately familiar to him and yet one that he never tired of seeing splendidly nude.

He watched Crissy pause to admire those naked lines and saw Kat’s eyes close when the girl reached for a tit and held it gently in one hand, tentative, as if sampling the bouncy weight. A deep sigh escaped Katerina’s lips as Crissy studied the wide dark nipple of the tit she cradled in one hand. Crissy looked to Sky with questioning eyes.

“Take off her pants,” the words came out hoarsely, choked with passion. The catch at the hip was undone, the small zipper lowered, the pants worked down over her hips and down taut loins encased in the slick nylon of black pantyhose. Crissy had to drop down to her knees in front of Kat, as she shoved the bunched trousers down past the knees. Kat reached out to place a hand on the girl’s shoulders steadying herself as she obligingly lifted first one foot and then the other and Crissy worked the bunched fabric down over the snugly-fitted high-heeled boots.

The boots would have to go next. Crissy held her new-found lover by the shoulders and moved her backwards, gently shoving her down into the chair. Crissy knelt down in front of the Kat. Sky watched her small tits sway liquidly as she rocked back to settle sitting on her heels. She raised a booted foot to cradle it in her lap.

Deliberately, she lowered the full length side zipper, and carefully removed the boot. Then, in beautiful submission, she raised the stockinged foot to her lips, there to pay her tribute to her imperial mistress, to lick and kiss the top of the foot and to lick through the warm wet nylon at the toes that curled with pleasure.

The Kat lay back with eyes closed. She felt her foot being lifted, the maddening tickle as her toes are slavishly licked, and then her big toe was being sucked, and an erotic thrill knifed through her, leaving her insides soft and mushy, leaving her helpless, drained of all will. She hears herself whimper a high-pitched moan of helplessness.

The foot is lowered; the other boot gently eased off, and then there is pause. Weakly, she opened half-lidded eyes to look down and find that Crissy, still kneeling at her feet, was now huddled forward, her little breasts dangling under her as, clasping each ankle, she ran her hands up the taut calves to the hollows at the back of her knees, then lifted the slack legs to place the heels nesting together in the valley of her lap. Once more she shifted back onto her heels -- to sit admiring the impressive lengths of those long magnificent legs. She was lovingly stroking those sinuous contours as the Kat let out a long sigh of blissful relief, and let her eyes slide closed, slipping into dreamy contentment.

The slow moving hands slid up the outsides of her legs, traveling smoothly over the slick nylon to circle around her thighs and come up under her. Without opening her eyes, she helpfully lifted her hips so that Crissy could get to the waistband of her pantyhose and tug the snug nylon down over her arched hips. She let her loose legs be stripped of the clinging stockings; the clingy nylon peeled down to her ankles and then pulled off each foot.

Now that lanky, long-limbed body is pleasingly nude but for a pair of low riding stretch briefs banding her hips. Hard and opaque like the bra, the shimmering black fabric was snugly fitted to her up thrust mound. The gusset was deeply embedded in the valley between her carelessly sprawled legs. Crissy slithered forward, rubbing her chest up the front of the angled legs as she reached up to dispose of this last remaining undergarment. Placing a hand at either hip, she plucked the waistband between thumb and forefinger. Then, she turned to look over her shoulder at Sky, a mischievous gleam in her eye. She would tease him.

He was sitting forward on the edge of his chair, his painful erection an obvious bulge in the front of his trousers. All he could do was nod his assent, his throat having gone suddenly dry. Crissy quickly skimmed down the Kat’s underpants, slipped them off, tossed the bunched scrap of nylon in his direction. Caught up in her own passion, the young girl no longer needed to be told what to do.

Once more she slithered up the long slack body, relishing the cozy warmth of the other woman’s pliant tits rubbing against hers as she strained upward to kiss the writhing, half-crazed brunette on the lips. Crissy had taken charge. She has moved up the long body and was straddling her partner, a knee on either side of Katerina’s hips. Katerina raised herself halfway up to reach out to the girl, but Crissy placed a hand at the top of her chest and gently pushed her back, forcing her back down. Katerina let her head fall back, closed her eyes and waited. And then she felt her lover’s lips as paid their adoration to her long lean body. Crissy, excited, caught in the throes of passion, nevertheless made a determined effort to be slow and methodical. She intended to kiss everywhere now: the closed eyes, the nose, the slightly parted lips, with light teasing kisses, always moving, trailing lower; the chin, neck, top of the chest, each shoulder, down the smoothly undulating breasts. She did not stop to suckle there, nor to fondle those firm handfuls of tittie flesh, like a greedy male lover might. But rather she ignored the straining nipples, dark and passion-swollen, and instead kissed all around them. Katerina whimpered.

Suddenly the thought came to Crissy in all its clarity: here she was kissing the breasts of another woman! She well knew what the pleasure was: to have your breasts lovingly kissed by a slow adoring lover; it aroused her -- to know what the other woman must be feeling, the pleasure Crissy was giving with her lips and mouth and tongue as they caressed those taut little peaks. Kat’s weak hands moved up to cradle her head and hold it to her bosom, and Crissy licked all over those little mounds in assiduous devotion. And when she had those breasts heaving, the nipples impossibly hard and rigidly upstanding, only then did she move lower, kissing the undercurves of those compact breasts before working her way down to explore every inch of the tautly stretched belly below the ribcage, shifting across to give each jutting hipbone a kiss before, continuing her journey of discovery, kissing her way along the naked haunches, kissing hips and thighs and knees and legs, while Katrina moaned.

With single minded determination, the blond girl was kissing everywhere on that writhing body except for the one place where Katerina wanted her the most. For up to now Crissy had carefully avoided the darkly shaded vagina which seemed poise as if waiting to be loved. It was now only inches before her eyes. On her knees between those sprawled legs, she rose up between those lean thighs, her leading hands opening the other girl before her, advancing lips seeking the silken smooth flesh inside her thighs. And as her lips got closer, Kat gave out with a long shuddering moan, a low animal sound that came from deep in her throat. Her thighs twitched expectantly as the other girl licked her way along the very top, following the edge of the curving wedge of the furry pubic mound.

Trembling with excitement, the blond girl dove in, pressing her nose in pubic arch, burying her face in the spongy mat of pubic hair. Her nostrils flared with the full womanly smell, the tangy musk of feminine arousal, the pussy moist and warm, the tiny black coils of hair impregnated with the wetness from the passion swollen lips. Deeply flushed pedals protruded, slick and swollen between the clenching thighs where audacious Crissy, the huntress, now boldly roamed.

She bought her hands up, eased the slick, fleshy lips apart, and ran her flattened tongue straight up the middle, causing the passionate dark haired girl to cry out in a moaning plea. Crissy suddenly thought of Sky, imagined how she must look to him, up on her knees, her face buried in the other woman’s crotch, cunt-lapping the writhing, squirming brunette, for that was what she doing-- cuntlapping!

At first she did it dutifully. It was not like a having a firm throbbing cock to suck on, and yet there was something about the act that thrilled her... to be able to drive to the other woman wild with excitement... to hold back... to tease... then to satisfy... to give pleasure and withhold again, as she saw fit, until she had reduced the other woman to a trembling mass, a tormented soul that pleaded helplessly, moaning only for her to do anything, but please, please do not stop. Crissy rose up out of the other woman’s cunt, and sat back on her heels, her smirking face smeared with glistening juices. She paused for moment, as Kat looked up at her from under heavily lidded eyes. Then, placing a hand on either thigh, she extended her thumbs and pressed back the pliant lips. Then she dove back in.

The renewed attack instantly brought the Kat to the brink of an onrushing orgasm. The long sinewy thighs clamped on the burrowing blond head and squeezed, the buttocks tightened; hips rose, as the rigid body strained up off the seat cushion. Crissy was smothering, the moist warm folds of soft flesh pressed hard against her face, the long-muscled thighs tightening around her ears, she sensed Kat’s moment coming and, with exquisite timing, stabbed her stiffened tongue into the pulsating slot. The Kat’s straining limbs went rigid, every fiber of her body tightened into a long bowed arch, her loins raised to an impossibly curved apex, and she strained upward and screeched through tightly-clenched teeth. Then a tremendous convulsion shook her and she flailed about wildly, flinging herself up, out of Crissy pleasuring clasp with superhuman strength.

Crissy drew back, panting heavily through open mouth, her shining face wet with the another woman’s sexual juices. And at that moment, the young woman, by filling the Kat with impossible pleasure, had thrown herself headlong into the world of those two pleasure-seekers. All her inhibitions had been swept away and she eagerly, most enthusiastically joined them in their quest to dance upon the far edges of human sexual experience.