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  "Please, Frankie, your cock," I gasped.

  Frankie lifted her head. Her lips were bruised and her face covered in my cream. Her spiky hair had been flattened by the pressure of my thighs, her pin stripe shirt was wrinkled and her glorious cock dangled between her legs.

  Somehow I managed to blurt out, "I want you to fuck me, Frankie. Fuck me hard."

  As if she had been told she only had minutes to live, Frankie lifted me off the work bench, turned me around and leaned me over until my face was up against boxes of brake pads. And then she filled me from behind. Her cock slid deep inside me, hard and fast. Frankie hoisted my dress even higher, grabbed my hips and propelled herself into me. She rammed me with such force my feet were repeatedly lifted off the ground, and my face slammed into boxes that smelled of dust and cars.

  I tried desperately to hold onto something solid. I grabbed at a box that mentioned something about filters as Frankie increased her speed. I knew I wouldn't last long. My orgasm building, I yelled, "Harder, dammit!" Frankie withdrew almost fully and then hammered her shaft deep inside me. I exploded and screamed. And I mean screamed. I half expected to hear sirens by the time I regained some sense of where I was.

  Frankie however, was far from done. She fucked me as though I would be her last conquest ever. I felt her palms digging deep into my hips, pulling me back onto her as she pushed into me. Unexpectedly she stopped thrusting, pulled out of me and turned me around to face her. She raised me back onto the work bench, pulled my butt forward to the edge of the bench, placed my legs over her shoulders and entered me again. I managed to open my eyes and what I saw in Frankie's eyes almost made me come instantly.

  Never before had I seen a butch fuck with such intensity in her eyes. Sweat poured down her face and her blue eyes were barely open as she resumed her rhythm and devoured me with that sweet, hard cock of hers. I like it rough, and Frankie was certainly rough. She took me completely, my hips rising off the bench to match every even stroke, astounding me with her stamina and strength.

  Frankie fucked me so hard and so thoroughly I didn't know if I would be able to walk ever again. My second orgasm grew and I felt as though I might implode, but I didn't want to come without Frankie. Her grunting told me she was close.

  "Open your eyes," I said. "Open your eyes, Frankie. Look at me when we come."

  Frankie groaned and reached up to grab my ankles. Then she held my legs open above her head and moaned a deep, guttural sound as she exploded inside me. I followed closely behind, drenching us both with my orgasm.

  She released my ankles and collapsed on my stomach, trying to catch her breath. "Wow," she muttered. She raised her head to look at me, and smiled a slow, lazy smile. I whimpered something totally incoherent and Frankie's grin widened. She slowly withdrew from me, looking apologetic as my teeth clenched with the loss of every inch.

  "Sorry about your panties," Frankie said as she glanced down at my shredded pink underwear.

  I reassured her that it was okay. "I just won't wear any next time," I added with a wink.

  "Good idea."

  Frankie held out her hand and helped me off the work bench. I pulled my dress down and smoothed the front. There were multiple stains; greasy hand prints, my own juices, who knows what else, and there was a tear in the seam on the side. A small price to pay for such remarkable sex.

  "You don't work with Linda Tripp do you?" Frankie tossed a wicked smile as she placed her cock inside black boxers and zipped up.

  I laughed, "No, I'm just a college student. No dress saving politics here."

  "Well, your methods of study are unorthodox but I happen to like them a lot. I really am sorry about your dress though."

  Frankie took my hand and led me back up the metal stairs. As she walked me to my car she reminded me to get my leak fixed. Opening the car door, she slid a piece of clear plastic over my seat so that I wouldn't stain the seat with grease. I slid in behind the wheel and Frankie leaned in, giving me a chaste kiss on the cheek.

  "I'll drop by and let you know what the dealer says about my leak," I said.

  "I look forward to it," Frankie replied, grinning as she closed the door.

  I started the car and looked in my rear view mirror, watching as she pulled down the huge steel doors. I wanted to see this butch again, and I had a feeling it would be mutual. Thank goodness I finally learned how important it is to keep the fluids in your car clean.

  It's That Simple

  by Karin Kallmaker

  NITA HAS NO idea what her Santa has in mind. She's such an adorable elf. The short skirt she's required to wear offends my feminist sensibilities, but it also delights my little butch heart. Modern life is full of such conflicts; right now the butch is winning.

  These jobs were sexist, she'd complained. I had to agree. Butch me got the cushy sitting down job, and long-legged, curvaceous her got the standing up hard work. But if we wanted to go away for New Year's Eve we needed some extra cash. She sits the kids on my lap and I listen to what they want under the tree. I'm not half bad at holding babies, though more often than not the bushy white beard scares them.

  Tonight's our last shift, Christmas Eve. I am so tired of holding kids and smiling. Nita's elven slippers scuff across the floor and I'm wishing she could have a rest.

  Maybe sit on Santa's lap.

  The thing that has always worked between Nita and me is that if she likes it, I like it. If I like it, she likes it. It's that simple.

  My friend Emily thinks about it too much. I tell her if a nice dyke wants to get on top stop talking it to death and enjoy the ride. Does it really matter if the privilege might be implied from the missionary position? Especially if they both like it? Far as I'm concerned if there are only women in the room, it's lesbian sex. I like lesbian sex. A lot.

  I don't think enough, or so I'm told. I'm just an uncomplicated butch and I want Nita to remember this Christmas Eve.

  "That's it, Laney." Nita drops onto the faux reindeer bench and kicks off the torturous slippers. "I'm going to sleep until noon tomorrow."

  "What about presents?" I want out of the clunky boots in the worst way, but I can stand them a little while longer.

  "We weren't supposed to get presents!" She eyes me suspiciously.

  "I've always got a present you can open." I wonder if she can make out my smirk behind the beard.

  She gives me her sideways one-eyed wink. "Oh yeah? What about last night, and the night before, and the night before that?"

  "Tired, baby. And you were, too, you know it."

  I like watching her shoulders rise and fall when she sighs. "I know. I'll own it. Working two jobs sucks."

  I pat my lap. "Come have a nice rest with Santa."

  She grins at me as she scoots onto my knees. "I've never kissed a girl in a beard before."

  I cup the back of her head to pull her down to me. Her lips touch mine and I feel the zing that always straightens my spine. She has such soft, moist lips. And she always tastes so good. I think kissing is underrated as foreplay. Emily can keep her feather dusters and blindfolds, I'll take five minutes of kissing any day.

  Nita melts into my mouth. She's all female when she kisses, receptive and aggressive. She invites my tongue, then surprises me with hers moving into my mouth, sinuously twining with mine. She loves to kiss me. I love to kiss her. It's that simple.

  The sound of her elf hat whisking across the floor brings me back from the far side of Venus. Her carefully pinned hair is coming down. She looks so ready for love I could cry.

  I have to blink to focus on her face and I hope she doesn't notice. She likes to let me feel like I'm the stronger one, but after those kisses I'm starting to wonder if I can stand up.

  "Time to go home," Nita whispers. I watch her fingers untie the top of the striped green and white blouse that was the choice of female elves. The lacing parts and her fingertips move into the opening. The sound of her fingers brushing her cleavage makes my heart skip a beat.

  I pull her t
o me for another kiss, turning her so she straddles me. The clownish black gloves keep me from feeling the heat of her back, but I'm not going to take the time to remove them right now. I clutch her hips and hold her onto my lap. She is the hottest thing Santa's throne has ever had on it.

  She moans into my mouth, then pulls away. "Okay...don't know how you do that. I'm really tired and you've got me thinking about an all-nighter."

  The lights go to half-intensity and I know the security guard will eventually be around to make us leave the little enclosure. "Home, then."

  As I follow her into the styrofoam and baling wire Gingerbread House where Santa and the elves keep the extra instant film and supplies, I tuck the black gloves into the back of the jeans I'm wearing under the bright red trousers. It's good to have the use of my hands back. I unzip my jeans and make a critical adjustment as I walk, hoping she doesn't catch me.

  I firmly believe that with all presents, surprise is the crucial element.

  She bends over to pick up her tennis shoes from the floor of the little structure. The perfect moment almost gets by me as I lose myself gazing at the pleasure of her curves. There's just nothing better than a shapely woman. There's nothing better than women, any shape. Women do it for me and they always have. It's that simple, really.

  I lift her skirt and cup her lovely bottom through the pantyhose. "Don't be in such a hurry."

  She straightens abruptly and steps back. "I'm not doing it here, don't be silly. The floor's hard and--"

  I silence her with a kiss as I lift her onto the small table. Packets of unopened film smack to the floor. I spread her legs and feel her crotch. I'm not being all that gentle. Gentle isn't what she wants sometimes.

  "Laney, it's not that I don't--oh my fucking heaven, what is that?"

  I shift my hips so my present pushes firmly against the thin layer of her pantyhose.

  Her hand grasps the toy through the crushed velvet pants. Her mouth parts as she assesses the size.

  Suddenly I can smell her and I know she's wet.

  I kiss her harshly, tipping her head back with one hand in her hair. She moans into my mouth, then breaks away, gasping.

  "You said you wanted a big one."

  "It's...it's huge." There was nothing uncertain about her eagerness. If there were I would give her more time to think about it.

  "Take it out."

  She shivers as she loosens the Santa pants. They fall to the floor and she reaches inside my open jeans. "Laney, it's so big.

  "Like you wanted, sweetheart," I whisper in her ear. I hook my index fingers into her panty-hose and pull downward. "I'm going to fuck you with it right here."

  She gasps but keeps her hold on the warm, pliant silicon.

  I free one leg from the pantyhose and spread her open. "You want it, don't you?"

  She nods and pulls it toward her. I really want to hear the sound of my new cock sliding into her, but I hold back. "Nita. Baby."

  She looks up from the toy and I see that her eyes are blank and unfocused. Then her gaze falls to my crotch again and she swallows hard.

  "Nita, I want out of this outfit." I take her hand off the cock and put it on the hooks hidden behind the white trim of the jacket.

  She sucks in a deep breath and her fingers begin tearing at the Santa coat. I start at the bottom and she at the top, but she is well past halfway down when our fingers meet. She pushes it off my shoulders, takes one look at the tight tank I'm wearing underneath, then yanks that over my head, taking the beard and cap with it.

  I pull her hips to the edge of the table and press the length of the new toy against her wet, swollen cunt. "Back pocket, sweetheart."

  The look she gives me as she tears open the small packet of lube is a mix of adoration and lust, like she wants to kiss me thank you and tell me I was thoughtful, but she wants to fuck too much to find the words.

  In a matter of moments everything is wet enough. Lube trickles past the harness and into my cunt. The tickling sensation lights a new fire in me. I push her legs wider apart and she hisses.

  "This is what you want, isn't it? A nice, big cock." I rub the large head at her opening. I love that moan, the one that says she's already lost in the idea of it being inside her.

  She whispers something.

  "I didn't hear you, sweetheart."

  "Fuck me with it."

  "Is that what you need?"

  She lifts her gaze from between our legs, then slowly, deliberately wraps both hands around my shoulders.

  Her nails dig into my bare back, and she slowly draws them downward. My nipples tighten and I want to feel them against hers.

  Fuck the buttons, she was never wearing that blouse again. The fabric gives under my hands as I tear at it. After I snap her bra open I drape my body against hers, loving the feel of her skin against mine. I could have stayed like that for hours, reveling in her skin, but her nails rake over my back and I remember why I have her spread out.

  She whimpers in my ear. "Please, Laney. Do it."

  She is holding me so tightly. Her nails feel fantastic on my back.

  "There you go, baby, do you feel that? Feel it?"

  Her hands go down to my hips and she grabs hold as she tips her hips to meet mine. The taut wet slide of something big going into her heat--that sound is like no other.

  "Damn it, Laney, fuck me!"

  "I'm taking my time. You feel so good to me tonight."

  She answers with her heels slamming into the backs of my thighs. I yelp, drive forward and hear a moan from her like I've never heard before.

  I like that moan. It's worth giving up listening to the sound of me slowly taking her, and worth the loss of the slow kisses I usually want while I give her a long, good fuck.

  I push deeply again and hear that hoarse gasp wrapping itself around my ears. Yes, I like it. I like to fuck her because she likes it so much.

  I move faster and she moans louder. Her heels pummel my thighs and her nails leave marks I know will be there for days after.

  She takes it all. Over and over I sink into her eager, receptive cunt. Her nipples are like rocks and her eyes are squeezed shut. She puffs for breath when I shove in, then lets it out in a shudder. And always with that moan.

  I'd fuck her all night to hear that moan. I don't care about anything else but filling my ears with the sound of her loving the way I fuck her.

  I can't tell her moans from mine anymore.

  I catch her when she lets go of me and stiffens, grinding herself down on my cock until I can feel the prickle of her pubic hair tangling with mine.

  "Are you?"

  She nods frantically.

  "Come on my cock, Nita. Lover. Please."

  "So big, baby." A rising cry. "It's hitting everything, oh fuck."

  "Come...come on."

  She nods tightly, her mouth working. I feel her first gush then, soaking my crotch. I wedge my hands under her ass and lift her so I can move her up and down on my cock. She hisses her pleasure and I feel a second gush.

  She is abruptly done, crumpling against me. I slowly pull the slick toy out of her cunt, and she caresses it against my abdomen. I slip my hand down to feel her.

  I could play with her open, wet lips for days. They feel like silk against my fingertips.

  "I thought...I thought..." She takes a deep breath as my fingers circle her roused clit. "I thought we weren't getting presents for each other. The trip..."

  "I ate peanut butter and jelly for three weeks," I admit. "I knew. I knew you wanted it. Want it."

  She gazes into my eyes and I feel her hand assessing it again. She nods with a trembling mouth and I push into her again, firmly, this time as my fingers play with her clit.

  She falls back on the table with that fantastic moan. I lift her calves to my shoulders as she grips the edge with her hands. Her abandon electrifies me and I feel a surprising clench in my own cunt as she lets out a sharp, needy cry. I stop moving, for just a second, not sure I can go on standing up if I co
me, too. I can't believe how the sight of my cock spreading her wide open turns me on.

  She cries out again and I don't have a choice. I plunge into her with an animal growl and she lifts herself to meet my strength with her own.

  "That's right," she whispers fiercely. "Fuck me like you mean it."

  "As long as you want it."

  "Fuck me until you come."

  "Yes."

  "You going to come, baby?"

  "Yes."

  Little noises escape her with each pounding thrust. "So big. So full. Fuck. Fuck me."

  She's biting her lip and I know she's holding it back, trying to wait for me. I'm nearly there. I can't believe that I'm nearly there.

  "You better come." She cups her breasts, her voice breaking. "Come now. Take me home. Put me on your lap again--oh. Yeah, Laney, yes!"

  I freeze deep inside her, my clit throbbing, my legs shaking as contractions flow down my body. I feel her coming around the cock and her wet mingles with mine. I love it. All of it. The feel of her and that moan, and the smell of her sex, the slick of her skin. It's all so good.

  So good.

  SHE LOOKS UP at me with her hair falling down around her shoulders, nearly naked, her private, wet places exposed. I'm the only one who gets to see her this way, and I adore her like this. "I thought I was the one who liked the idea of something big."

  I blush. "I got it for you."

  "Uh huh." She tweaks my nipple and gets a wicked look when I shiver. She gathers her clothes, stuffing them into the pockets of her long raincoat. She puts the coat on with nothing but the little short skirt underneath.

  I stand there in a daze as she folds my abandoned uniform and leaves it on the table where we just fucked. I finally move, trying to tuck the cock back into the uncomfortable position down my leg.

  "No." She catches my hand. "Just zip."

  "I can't zip my jeans with it in any other position. I've tried. I think I bruised the inside of my leg having it tucked in there. Thank goodness for the baggy clown pants or you'd have seen it."