("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2012. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Cleo - 3 by Charles Dick (frg72001@yahoo.com) *** Cleo and Dave consummate their relationship but get separated for a long time. Their reunion is explosive. (MF, mast, oral, rom) *** I didn't see Cleo again for several days. I wished she'd come over, or at least I'd see her, but there was never any sign. In fact, the house next door looked deserted. I thought a lot about Cleo, about what we'd done, about what she looked like. And used my hand a lot too. A couple of times, I started to go up on the porch and ring the doorbell, but chickened out. The week wound down and Saturday arrived again. Mom sent me out on an errand, when I heard Cleo call me. She'd just started down the steps from her porch. "Hi!" she said. "How's it going?" "Oh. Good, I guess. I... I've missed seeing you." "Yeah. I'm sorry. We went away... we just got back from Hawaii late last night." She came up to me and grabbed my hand. "We found a neat beach where we could go skinny dipping. That was fun! You ought to see my tan!" "I'd love to!" "Then, come on. Let's go!" "Uh... I gotta go get something for my Mom. I'll be back soon." "Oh, okay. I'll go with you." She kept hold of my hand and we walked along like... I don't know... lovers? Silly. But I did like the feel of her hand in mine. When we got back home, I asked Cleo if she'd like to come in. "Why don't you come over to my place for a change," she said. "I can show you all the pictures we took. And other stuff." "Oh. Okay. I'll be there in a minute." "Oh, I'll come in with you... Unless you'd rather I didn't?" "No. Don't be silly. I think Mom likes you." I left the two of them to chatter while I ran upstairs. I thought I'd better grab Cleo's bra and take it along... not to mention getting it out of my drawer. We chatted with Cleo's mother for a few minutes. She wore a sort of semi-transparent thing (I later learned it's called a negligee) that didn't hide very much. Like Cleo, she had a dark pubic patch I found it hard avoid looking at. Then Cleo said, "I'm going to show him some of the pictures we took in Hawaii." "Which ones?" her mother said. "Well... all of them, I guess. If he wants to see them all." "You sure?" "Yes, of course." "Well, perhaps some of them are kind of personal. Maybe something you don't want a boy to see?" Cleo shook her head. "No, Mum. I don't mind if he sees them. In fact, I'd like him to see them." "Oh." She grinned suddenly. "It's like that, is it? Well, okay. You know your own mind." We went upstairs to Cleo's room. I discovered that it looked out on our house. If my bedroom had been on the right side, I could have looked right into Cleo's. The room was pretty much the same size as mine, and not that much different. The biggest difference was that Cleo had a bigger bed. That meant her desk got crammed under the window pretty tightly. A chest of drawers stood behind the door, and she had a small closet, where she hung her school uniform. Cleo sat down at her computer and started up a picture gallery program. "Now, I'll start up the slide show and we can sit back and watch," she said. The first few pictures were mostly just of scenic of the place they stayed, and such recognizable things as Diamond Head. "That's Kapiolani Palace." Several shots of that. Then a few of people dancing in leafy skirts. And some others of various beach scenes, with surfers. "Now," Cleo said as she wriggled closer to me (we sat on the bed), "this is the nudist beach I was talking about." The rest of the shots displayed dozens of nude people, among them Cleo's mother and father. A great many of the shots displayed Cleo herself. I felt my cock get hard, and harder. And then, it began to soften as I got used to so much nudity. Nothing at all sexual about it. The people mostly lay around tanning. Some tossed beach balls back and forth, or ran in and out of the water. It looked pretty cool, I thought. I wondered what it would be like to go skinny dipping. When the show ended, Cleo snuggled against me and wrapped her arms around me. "What do you think? Did you like those pictures?" "Yeah. Yeah, I did. It looks like a great place to go." "It is. Did you like any of the pictures more than others?" "Yeah. There were a bunch of you." "You pick them out, and I'll send them to you so you can always have a copy. And always see me naked." She giggled. "Want to see my tan?" "Uh... sure... but your Mum's just downstairs..." "Nothing to worry about." She stood up and pulled off her top. She wasn't wearing a bra again, which reminded me... I dug the one from our first adventure out of my pocket. She was definitely tanned all over. At least, I guess she was. She hadn't taken off her pants. Yet. "What do you think?" she asked. "You look great!" She did, too. Her small firm breasts were almost as dark as the rings around her nipples. There wasn't a light area anywhere that I could see. She got off the bed and pushed her jeans down. Once again, she wasn't wearing panties. And the beautiful tan continued right down past her pubic fluff and on down her legs. She just stood there, hands on hips, to grin at me. "I can't wait to go back," she said. She kicked her pants off and sat down beside me again, and hugged me tight. Her face got closer to mine. It didn't take me long to realize what she wanted. Our lips met in a warm, moist, kiss. I held her against me. My hands caressed her soft smooth tanned skin. She sighed. "I missed this," she murmured. After a moment, she got up on the bed behind me and flopped on her back. "You want to do something?" "With your Mum in the house?" "Oh, she won't bother us." "Really?"' "Yes. She knows how much I like you." "Oh?" She took my hand and placed it over one of her breasts. "I think she kind of expects us to... you know?" "Really?" I said. I rolled the nipple between my fingers. She sighed. "Yes. Really. You don't have to worry about anything. Get undressed." Well, I was pretty nervous. But also eager to carry on like we had that last weekend. I shucked my clothes and joined her on the bed. "Maybe... maybe we should get a towel or something, so we don't make a mess of your bed," I said. She smiled at me, kissed me. "You're right. I'll be back in a sec." She brought back a big fluffy green bath towel, folded it double, and then sprawled on top of it. "We'll have to remember to do this next time at your place," she said as she spread her legs. I could see her slit, bright pink and damp. My fingers traced its length top to bottom, and pressed inside. She sighed. "That's good. Keep it up." I found the lump of her clit and stroked it lightly, and squeezed a nipple. She squirmed, a pleased smile on her face. In a few moments, the smile changed to wide open mouth and tightly shut eyes. Her body writhed in slow arcs. It sped up. Her back arched to support her on heels and neck. She gasped so loudly, I thought for sure her Mum would come to see what the matter was. Then it was over. She slumped, barely breathing. After a moment, she pushed my hand away from her pussy and pulled it up to her mouth. She kissed my fingers, reached up and pulled me down on top of her. Our mouths met in a fierce kiss; our tongues darted back and forth. My cock pressed tight against her belly. She squirmed under me. Her hands ran up and down my back. I thrust myself against her and I knew my come would spray her any second. I jerked my head back. "Gonna come!" I gasped. "Good!" she whispered. "Do it. Do it... Oh, yes! That's good! That's good!" In a few seconds our come-lubricated bellies made wet sticky contact as we slid around against each other. It felt weird.... weird, but wonderful. I loved the feel of her warm firm body as it moved under me. I realized I hadn't gotten soft and began to thrust at her again. She suddenly grabbed my shoulders and turned me over on my back. "What?" I muttered. "This," she sighed. She reached between us and pushed my cock into her crotch. "Do it there this time." I could feel it rub against her slit, her very wet slit. The tip poked inside sometimes as we writhed around. She humped against me as I pushed. "Oh, yes! I like that," she whispered. "Do it faster. That's it! Yes! Oh, yes! OhhhhhHHHH... AHHH! AHHH! AHHhhhh!" My come splatted against her slit, flowed all over her crotch and dribbled down between my legs to the towel. This time, I did get soft and she rolled off me. After a moment to catch her breath, she rolled against me and put her head on my shoulder, an arm over my chest. "That's... that's got to be pretty close to fucking. I'm sure you were almost inside me. I... I liked it... but... I... I don't think I want to go all the way. Not yet. This is wonderful, what we do. Don't you think so?" "Yeah... yeah... it's great. I never knew what it would be like, with a girl. I... well... I jack off a lot. And while you were gone, I was jacking off thinking about you." She grinned and kissed me. "Me too! Sometimes while I was out in the water, even." Years pass. Some of them more quickly than others. The ones which passed the quickest, for me, were the next four or five. We consummated our relationship on my seventeenth birthday. Though Cleo grimaced and gasped as I entered her completely for the first time, there wasn't much blood. Mostly just a tinge in the cum that leaked out. We consummated frequently after that, with no worries. Cleo made sure to take the pill, or I wore a condom, and our love making was ecstatic and joyful. Then our self-centred little world fell apart. Her dad's company bought out another company and decided that he should be in charge. In Argentina. It looked like being a long assignment, so the family had to go too. We spent the whole of our last night in each other's arms. We made love, yes. But mostly we just clung to each other. I guess we cried. I don't remember that part. We stayed in touch, with difficulty. Snail mail was slow and erratic, email just erratic. Then my dad was transferred all the way across the continent, suddenly. We lost touch somehow. I made a few abortive attempts to get back in touch, without success. I didn't know what happened to her and eventually gave up. And so the years passed. Some things were satisfactory. I got a good education, a good job, some good friends. But there was always that niggling little bit of dis-satisfaction. Perhaps not so little or niggling. I never had another relationship with a female like that with Cleo. Pretty much the only sex I experienced was with my hand. There just didn't seem to be any thrill attached to the girls and women I knew. Some of them, I know, would have loved to have me for their own, but I mostly wasn't interested. The only one I ever became intimate with was my cousin Sharon. And that was almost by accident. I got to spend a couple of weeks one summer with her family. One night, we fooled around in my bedroom, just being silly. I wore pajama bottoms. She had on a light cotton nighty. But then suddenly, she was on top of me, her legs straddled mine and her chest pressed hard against mine. She just lay for a long moment, with my arms pinned down at my sides. Then suddenly, she leaned down and kissed me. What a shock! The only person who'd ever kissed me like that was Cleo. I almost instantly grew an erection, which thrust up against her crotch. Sharon's eyes grew wide and she sat up, still with my arms pinned under her legs. She shifted further down my thighs and lifted her nighty to peer down. My cock was bulging out of the fly. "Oh my god," she whispered. Then she touched it. "Uh!" I gasped. I jerked up against her. "Oh, yes!" she whispered. She squirmed back up, lifted off my legs and arms and impaled herself. "What are you doing?" I gasped. "Getting fucked," she sighed. She surged up and down. I went into her warm wet cunt so easily I knew she was no virgin. "Fuck me!" she snapped. "Fuck me hard!" When she came, it was such a sudden explosion of movement and sounds (she made little squeals) it sent me entirely over the edge and I filled her, and kept on until she finally stopped. I could feel the sperm dribble out of her cunt. She collapsed on top of me gasping for air. After a few moments, she kissed me again. "My god, you're good. Let's do it again!" So, over the remaining days of my visit, we fucked almost every night. Sharon was a tiger in bed. I discovered she'd lost her cherry at almost the same time that Cleo and I started our experiments. She had a couple of boyfriends, but she said they weren't a patch on me and it was with real tears that we parted. The next time I saw Sharon, five years later, she'd married and become very pregnant. When we met, she kissed me and whispered, "He's not as good as you, but he keeps me happy. Too bad I'm married." My parents expected to return some day and decided they'd keep the house. They got some reliable long term tenants who paid the rent on time and didn't bother with little things. Presumably, they kept everything in good repair. So, ten years after I left, I found myself back home. I parked my car in front of the old house, got out and looked around. A lot of changes had been made in those years. Someone replaced Cleo's house with an urban monster that overshadowed our place by a full story. Across the street, the small cottages there were replaced by a three-story apartment building. Trees and shrubbery had grown up and spread out. Our house, which had always seemed big and roomy to me now seemed small. The tenants hadn't cut the grass lately, which surprised me. (I found out later, there had been a long period of wet weather and they just hadn't been able to do the job.) After I looked around for a few minutes, I got back in the car and headed back to my hotel. I wandered over to a nearby shopping centre to see if I could find anything interesting to eat. I'd tried the hotel restaurant for breakfast and not been impressed. The shopping centre didn't impress much either; just the usual chains, with an upscale local coffee shop that sold a few baked goods. I wasn't very hungry. Coffee and a quiche seemed about all I wanted. I took my order over to a table and sat down. Actually, I wasn't very hungry and just sat there to sip on the coffee for a few minutes. Then... I thought I saw someone I knew in the crowd streaming past my table. That didn't surprise me. After all, I lived here for years and knew a lot of people. But... The someone suddenly came clear of the crowd. I almost dropped the coffee cup. I lurched to my feet. "Cleo?" I shouted. She stopped short and looked around. Her eyes fell on me. I've never seen a face suddenly blossom into such a big smile as she literally shoved a man out of her way and ran towards me. I'd never played football, but the way she hurled herself against me must have resembled a solid tackle. "My god! My god! Is it you? Is it really you? Oh, my god!" She laughed and cried and squeezed me so hard I couldn't breathe. She'd become a solid, fully developed female, warm and soft and firm all at once. "Yes," I gasped. I hugged her back, tight. "It really is me." "Oh, god. I can't believe it," she gasped. She kissed me hard. "I... I... I don't know what to say." I grinned and kissed her back. "I think you've said everything that needs to be said just with what you're doing." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a number of passersby stare at us. "Are you... do you... can we go somewhere else," I gasped out. "Just as long as I don't lose sight of you!" She stepped back and swiped the tears from her cheeks. "I'll go anywhere you do!" I took her hand and led her out of the shopping centre, my meal forgotten. I didn't really know where to go, the city had changed so much. "Let's go to my hotel," I decided. "Oh, yes!" We were silent over the few steps to the hotel. I fumbled with the door key and then we were inside and in each other's arms again. The kisses and hugs and caresses lasted a long time, no words being said. Finally, though, we released each other and stood at arm's length. I gazed at her. She gazed at me. I saw at once she didn't wear a bra. Her huge hard nipples thrust out the front of her blouse. "My god, you're beautiful," I said. "So... beautiful." Our heights matched. She had her hair in a fashionable loose cut. Her figure had filled out, but remained slim and in proportion. Her breasts were a little bigger, but not oversized. Her blouse clung to her in the right places, and her slacks hugged her waist and hips to make sure you knew she was a female. Not that I ever doubted that! She stepped close again, unbuttoned my shirt. I took the hint and worked on her blouse. As I thought, she wore nothing under it. Her firm breasts needed no support. I kissed each erect nipple in turn while I unfastened her pants. She wore green lacy panties, a bare triangle over her fluffy mound. I knelt before her, kissed her there, eased them down, buried my tongue in her cleft. She moaned, clamped her fingers on my now bare shoulders. We tumbled on the bed, wrapped together. We caressed and kissed... and fucked. Didn't make love. We fucked. I came before she did. And kept right on until her own orgasm hit. Then we just lay there, bodies touching in as many places as possible. After a while, we did make love. Several times. Unspoken acquiescence. We gave each other what we most craved, the pent up emotions of ten long years apart. It was amazing. After that long separateness, to just know what would please the other. I rested beside Cleo after one long gentle fuck. My hands roamed over her sweating body. When I encountered the neatly trimmed fluffy bush atop her mound, a memory flooded back. "I always thought," I said, as I ran a finger into the oozing slit, "that you had the most beautiful pussy." "Really?" she laughed. "You thought my cunt was beautiful?" "Oh, yes." I sat up and leaned down to take a close look. "It's still beautiful." I kissed her there, slipped my tongue inside the wet pink opening. "Oooo," she squealed. "That's wonderful!" I explored her there with my tongue, darting it in and out, and lapped around her bloated clitoris, until she came yet again. Sated, at least temporarily, we fell asleep. Morning. I woke up first to find Cleo pressed against my side, an arm over my chest. Still asleep. A smile decorated her face. She was warm, soft. I felt her heart beat against me. I moved a little and realized our hips were stuck together. Dried cum. I caressed her cheek, kissed her eyebrows. She made a soft moan and squirmed against me. I kissed her smiling lips. Her mouth opened slightly and I slipped my tongue in. "Ohhhhh," she sighed. "Ohh, yess. Oh, yes! Oh, yes!"' "In a bit," I said. "I have to pee real bad." "I can tell," she giggled as she clutched at my piss erection. "Hurry!" We finally felt satisfied at noon. We showered together. And satisfied each other once again. Then we sat down to talk. "So," she said. "You're staying in a hotel, so I presume you're just visiting?" "I'm not sure. I have a job back east, but I'm not too happy with it. I'd love to come back here where the winters aren't so bad." She giggled. "You ought to try Argentina. Where we live the winters are kind of boring." "So you're going back?" She looked me long and hard. "Do you want me to?" "No! Stay here with me." She smiled and pulled me into a warm kiss. "I'd love to. Actually, I'm here looking for a job. I decided I'd rather live here than there. Mom and Dad like it down there and he has a really good job. But now that I'm a fully-fledged radiologist, I can go anywhere I want for work." "Where are you staying?" She had a room in another hotel. We put our heads together and decided to find a furnished apartment, which didn't take long. Cleo had a large amount of savings that would keep her until she found work, and so we put the suite in her name. It didn't take long for her to find work either. She applied at the three closest hospitals, and got offers from two of them. I looked around, decided none of the local firms offered what I wanted, and started a consulting business. Six months later, we went to a registry office and became man and wife. Ten months later, our first child, Melody, was born. I'm actually surprised it took so long to get pregnant; we spent a large amount of time catching up on our love life. Cleo became so exasperated with her periods that we often made love during them. Two years after Melody, Donovan arrived, and then Vicki, and finally, Nelson. "I love you to pieces," she whispered one night, with Nelson suckling eagerly at her left breast," but I think four kids are enough. Unless you want more?" I had to think about that. For about two seconds. "I don't want to put you through another pregnancy." The last two had been difficult for Cleo. "Four are quite sufficient. As long as we can keep fucking." She giggled. "No fear! All we have to do is figure out how so we can keep enjoying ourselves, without the consequences." END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 74