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 THE LIONESS

   Katherine was the archetypical combination of femininity and
athleticism. At thirty-seven, she was past her prime as a tennis player,
but not as a woman.  Not with those thighs and that hard, flat belly.  Not
with that strength and flexibility.

   "Do you want her?" Laura asked.

   "Yes.  Do you?"

   "Yes.  I'll arrange it."

   At the party that evening, Katherine, clearly more interested in Laura
than in me, came to us.  Laura played the shy maiden as Katherine toiled to
seduce her.  We three adjourned to our house.

   "We use the hot tub in the nude," Laura said, blushing modestly.

   When I returned from the bathroom, Laura was talking intently.  I
stepped into the hot-tub and they floated to me.  Katherine focused on me.
Shortly, I fucked Katherine in our bed as Laura watched.  When I rolled off
her, Katherine turned to Laura.

   "Suck him until he's hard.  Then fuck him again.  This time put your
heart into it if you want me," Laura commanded coldly.

   Katherine complied.  Replete, I watched them have sex until the wee
hours.  I joined them, taking Katherine once more.  It was near daylight
when we slept.

   As she was dressing to leave, Katherine said to Laura, "Will you meet me
somewhere?"

   "We only play doubles."

   Katherine looked at us both and seemed to understand.  She said, "You're
like a lioness-planning the hunt, making the kill, bringing home the trophy
to your male.  Are you always successful?"

   "Yes, I am," Laura purred.

   "Can we do this again, Sir Lion," Katherine asked me.

   "Can I have your ass?"

   Katherine trembled as she stared into Laura's cat's-eyes.  She burned
crimson as she nodded her head.

   The End