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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."

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