To the Lighthouse Chapter 2
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To The Lighthouse -2-
Reconnecting with Hadley's Mothers
Two weeks after the "proposal at the lighthouse," our heroines were out with Hadley's mother, Lila, and her wife, Joan, to eat at a lesbian-friendly restaurant. They were at the prominent corner table. Raised six inches above the others, it gave them a commanding view of the restaurant and its patrons.
The two older femmes were gorgeous, with their expensive suits and salon makeup.
"Oh, you guys should have seen her," said Hadley. "You'd be so proud. She got down on one knee and asked for my hand on the cliff across from the lighthouse. I knew something was up, but I had no idea what was coming. Portia was exhausted from everything going on the trip and edgy."
"Be nice!" said Portia.
"Wait, I have a picture," said Hadley. She brought up the picture the two British lesbians took of her, Portia, and the Lighthouse. She handed it to her mothers; it was the first time they had seen it.
"Mother of God! I wish I could have been there," said Joan. "That is over-the-top romantic. Portia, you look right out of a scene from Hollywood. And Hadley looks so natural. Just think, you guys almost walked away without a picture. Once again, the lesbians saved the day. Tell me, do we have to do everything nowadays?"
"It seems to be getting that way," complained Hadley.
Joan saw the waiter coming and said, "Let's get dessert. They have pies that are "to die for." I'm going to take a grasshopper pie home. It's tradition."
"Since when have you been someone who has followed tradition, mother dear?" asked Hadley.
"Since whenever I feel like it," laughed Joan.
At Lila and Joan's Home
Hadley and Portia stayed overnight Hadley's mothers' condominium, on the second floor of a high-rise Avon Road in Wellesley, MA. The mothers had moved there from Boston to "be closer to the kids."
It was about nine o'clock, and the four were anticipating the hour or so of sexual adventures that awaited them after the meal.
Lila was 50, and Joan was 45. They were very self-confident and proud of their chiseled bodies. Lila was 5'8" and 135 lbs, and Joan was 5'10" and 140 lbs. Both had D-cup breasts, and both had long, horsey-looking faces—the type of face that lesbians love and that Donald Trump is afraid of.
The two quickly doffed their clothes and dropped them where they stood. Pussies shaven, toenails and fingernails immaculately maintained, painted in a bright red. They each sported a butterfly tattoo near their vulvas. They were there in all their mature glory, and it was quite a sight.
Portia and Hadley stopped what they were doing and stared. They'd not been sexually involved with the two for a few years, and they could not imagine what type of regimen produced such beautiful femme frames. The butterflies seemed to make them years younger.
"Oh my god, you guys have the best breasts of anyone I know," cries Portia. "What the hell?"
"Why, thank you. Such a dear. Isn't that right, Lila," asked Joan.
Joan giggled, "Our breasts are for you, my dear girls."
"Wow. I'm flabbergasted," cried Hadley. "What kind of training have you been into? You should be in competitions or something." Lila and Joan began, unconsciously, to get into posing a little. The younger set just looked at them with their mouths slightly open.
Lila and Joan both shook their tits, doing their best imitation of a porn star, and broke out in a giggle.
"And no body fat to speak of," said Hadley. "It must be the workouts with your trainer, Lucia. You two know that you could pass for thirty-somethings, right?"
"Oh god, yes," said Portia. "I want that."
"Awww," said Joan.
"The key is a diet rich in protein and weight training," said Lila. "That's the secret. And we both listen to Mind Pump every week together. We try to do it on Sunday morning, you know, instead of going to mass."
"And we've been on it. That is, on the broadcast last year," said Joan. "Somehow, someone got our information, and the listeners have received three marriage proposals. We've had a women's supplement manufacturer recruiter try to hire us. It's been fun to turn down the men."
"On what? Mind Pump, or whatever it's called. Is that what you were on?" said Portia. The two beautiful professors were getting very interested.
"Yes, it's the biggest fitness show in the world," said Lila. "Totally femme-friendly, too."
"If we decide to compete, it will mean more attention to diet, aggressive exercise, and supplements. We're seriously entertaining it."
"But your bodies are killer. I know the answer to this question already. Are you having problems hooking up with lady friends?" said Portia.
"Nah. That hasn't been much of a challenge for years," said Joan. "Here, check out the couple we're meeting for lunch tomorrow." She brought up the pic of Lucy and Astella.
"They're both 31. Don't they look pretty cute together?" said Joan. She turned her phone toward Hadley and Portia. The picture showed two models living in a posh condo near Brookline, MA. Drop-dead gorgeous.
"God, you two!! What are we going to do with you?" said Portia.
"OK, don't tell me," said Hadley. "It's lunch, with sex to follow, right?"
"We're thinking of getting a bigger condo and moving in with them on the top floor of this building. We've been with them for about six months."
"Hunh. You mean having sex with them, don't you?" asked Portia.
"Of course. Hot sex. They are great in bed," said Joan.
"What about the age gap? Fifteen or twenty years," said Portia.
"Moving in was their idea. They make good money, and they know lots of ladies," said Joan. "And they have masters degrees, so they're pretty smart. You must meet them."
"You're way too kind," said Lila. "Let's go and get in bed and work off those desserts. Hadley and I will take the guest room, and you two lovers can have the master suite."
The lesbian women hadn't had sex as a group for about three years. They were all chomping at the bit for a little variety.
Hadley With Lila
Hadley noticed and felt the strength of Lila. Although she was gentle and loving, it was soon apparent that she could throw her around the bed. With her glorious female body parts, she seemed more robust than most men.
Hadley was so glad to be eating Lila's shaved pussy, navigating the rivers of pre-cum that emanated from her. It was slow but glorious as she had to drink the nectar. It just kept coming, dripping from her pussy. Hadley loved it: the tastes, the textures, the smells. She paused her eating of her super-mother and playing with her tits and said,
"Mom, you're so fucking wet. I don't remember this aspect of our lovemaking."
"Being a liberated lesbian has elevated my libido. Oohhhh, keep doing that, the licking. I'm getting close, you cunt."
Hadley was in heaven, fucking her youthful mother in her bed. Aahhhh. It had been seven or eight years, and the transformation of Lila was incredible.
"I'd be interested in learning more. Thslurpp." Hadley was diddling her clit.
First, I must commend you for having such a fine body," said Lila. "So many let themselves go when they are as career-oriented as you are. You have no belly, and your stomach shows a bit of washboard."
"My god I don't compare with you. But we do get to the gym a couple of days a week. You know, "Baes" downtown."
"I know it. It's quite a lesbian's dream, that place. I joined when we first moved out this way. Just knowing that every woman in there is gay...Oh, my."
"So, it's been a heck of a trip these last ten years. Being with Joan and the "twins," as we affectionately refer to Lucy and Astella. Oh, I love what you're doing with my clitty, you lesbo bitch."
"Oh, Mom, I love you too."
Lila cried out, "Aahhhh, I'm getting closer. Unhhhh. I'm going to have a big one." Hadley crawled up her body, played with her tits, then kissed her on the lips. Face to face now, Lila said
"But most of all, the workouts and diet. Do you like the results?" Hadley could smell her wonderful breath, being an inch from her mouth. She kissed her some more.
"Mother, you've tapped into a fountain of youth," said Hadley. She went back to her mother's pussy. Lila had very large mons, puffy inner and out lips, and a huge clit. The perfect playground for her lesbian lovers.
Hadley's fingers were driving in and out of Lila's box, her tongue still going thslurp, thslurp. "Frankly, I'm jealous. But I wouldn't know where to start." Thslurpp, thslurpp.
"You have a beautiful life with Portia to look forward to. You guys talk it over. Maybe start slowly and build from there."
Hadley was now furiously fucking her mother with her fingers. First two, then three, and now four digits.
"I know that menopause is sneaking up on me, so we'll see how that goes. But for now, I'm rocking this new life. I can guide you if you want to get into it...Oh my God, I'm cumming, Hadley..."
Hadley kept diddling her clit with the thumb of her left hand. Swollen from the sex, Lila's clit was engorged and looked so good. The soldier stood out on his own from the hood. She switched to sucking it, and her mother exploded.
"Oohhhh God, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," said Lila. She rolled away from her daughter and curled up in a ball. She looked so young to Hadley, who crawled up to envelop her mother in her arms.
"What you do to me, you wicked dyke. Aahhhh." And just like that, she was asleep. Briefly, some images of herself with a cut-up physique, competing and winning contests. And then she was asleep.
"I'm considering it," said Hadley. "I spend too much time in my head, thslurp, thslurp, and don't pay enough attention to the body, as it were. But Portia and I will talk about it."
Joan and Portia
Our other couple was in the Master Suite. Portia loved Joan, not just because she "made Lila happy." Sure, she had an MBA and was wealthy. But more than that, she was a force for good, a positive influence in every conversation. She jokingly called her St. Joan when it was just her and Joan.
"Do you mind strapping me, darling," said Joan. "It's been a few days, and I've got to have you inside of me."
"Not at all," said Portia. "I was going to suggest it."
Joan walked to the side table and made some suggestions to Portia. She chose a 9" bright blue dildo and gave it to Joan. It was stiff, not the kind that drooped and flopped around. Joan got into the "sex drawer" and got out a pair of sheer strapon panties for Portia. Joan was a switch, and so was Portia. She got an 8" dildo out and, together with her favorite reinforced panties. She set them aside for later.
"Congratulations on your engagement," said Joan. "We were pulling for you two. Come closer, my love." The two naked ladies kissed. Joan reached behind her and got an envelope from the table. In it was a check for $250,000.
"This is my gift to you and Hadley. You two are going to make a perfect couple.
Portia was astounded and said, her eyes tearing up, "Thank you, Joan. We will have joint accounts, and this will be a big boost to our savings."
"It was done in joy," said Portia. "You are truly my favorite people. Now, finish telling me about the trip."
"It was just what the doctor ordered," said Portia. "We saw London, and I was able to do two days of research before seeing the lighthouse. Of course, we also became engaged, he he."
Portia was feeling Joan's breasts, running her hands down her abs, feeling her obliques. Ahhhh. "God, you have such a great body. Could you coach me? I'm not talking about workouts. I mean, the nutrition and overall stuff. I have to get rid of the cigarettes, I know."
"I would be honored," said Joan. "And yes, you'll have to dump the Newports. Listen, I'm a good 1:1 teacher. You have a gorgeous figure. The workouts and the nutrition are going to send you out of this world. You're big-boned, and you're already flat in the tummy and elsewhere. I can't wait to get my hands on you, babe." She was moving her hands all over Portian, feeling her body.
Joan turned her back to Portia and let her kiss and feel it. She even posed a bit. To Portia, she was the modern woman, having sworn off men after a divorce when she was twenty-five. Her body was so sexy and a lesbian's playground. She loved the big valley created by her muscles down the center of her back when she fucked her doggy style.
"We want to travel with you and Lila now that we're engaged—London, Paris, and all points exotic. Certainly, go to some lesbian resorts. Have you been?" They were still holding each other and kissing, too.
"We go yearly to an island in the Caribbean," said Joan. "It's a secluded place near Antigua, about a third of the island. It's run by women, for women from all over. There are some pools and hot baths where everyone goes naked. You can eat all the great American and Caribbean food. It's our special place. You should come."
"When I turn my book to my publisher at the end of April, I want to be on a plane the next day. It sounds like a place for us. Somewhere, we can hang around a pool, listen to educated women, and forget about students and the English Department for a few days."
"And don't forget fucking whoever, wherever, and whenever you want to," said Joan. "But Now is the time for loving, don't you think?"
Portia got out of bed and put on the panties with the dildo. She lubed herself and Joan up well. Joan grabbed the head of the dildo and directed it to her pussy.
"Give it to me, you lesbian goddess," she said. "I love you, Portia."
"I know it," said Portia.
And Portia slid in, nice and smooth. Two hot lesbian bitches, fucking.
"I think, unhhhh, you'll greatly impact women worldwide," said Joan.
"But I'm not an organizer," insisted Portia.
"Your fiancée is. Just act locally, at Wellesley College," said Joan. "Let the tide carry you. You now have a great book coming out; you're a true intellectual leader."
Portia's mind was traveling to Antigua and the chance to be naked all day and fuck to fuck so many gorgeous women.
"I was educated in New York and a disciple of Kate Millet," said Joan. "I was in girl's school when my mother brought the second edition of Sexual Politics. My mother gave me my copy, which was dear because Kate had signed it. She had one, too, and we read it together. It radicalized me."
"Your mother sounds a lot like mine," said Portia. "A stout defender of women's rights, in the courts and daily life."
"Yes, she was," said Joanie. "Of course, my mother and I fucked a lot, he he."
"Ah, yes. Me and my mother fucked every weekend for years," said Portia. I had girlfriends, too, of course. We'll go to Sandy's place next weekend to celebrate the engagement. She and her girlfriend still get us turned on."
"You should adopt one or two baby girls to train up in the life," said Joanie. "It will be lovely, and Lila and I will help there, too. Get a nanny for daily needs. Don't worry about money."
"God, you can read my mind. I think two cute little girls will suffice," said Portia. "My sweet little lesbians. Hadley and I have already identified two agencies. The first child may be here in two months. Oh, I can feel her now, the daughter of an MIT grad."
"Splendid. The wave of radical feminism has already crested," said Joanie. "But, it's taken out the families, and their churches, and the patriarchy."
"I know. I've read Sexual Politics and all the writings of the radical lesbian feminists," said Portia. "It's my lifelong hobby."
"My mother hated Christianity with its bondage of women," said Joan. "When she died, she left me a lot of money to carry on the fight against the Church and for women. We've won, you know."
"I know the churches are emptying," said Portia. "The women have been converting to lesbianism or just don't care. It's the junior high and high schools where the girls experience conversion to WLW in the millions. It has been absurdly easy. One teacher I know says that out of two hundred girls graduating from her high school this year, about sixty are lesbian. Sixty! There are 30,000 high schools in the U.S. You do the math."
"I know it's wonderful," said Portia. "Breathtaking."
"But enough political scheming for one night. Get on your knees, baby. Tonight, I'm going to send you to our island, a lesbian paradise. Close your eyes, please, and think about the Caribbean and all kinds of naked women."
Joanie knelt beside her, facing the other way, staring at her pussy and asshole. She got right to it, with three fingers of her right-hand sawing in and out of her cunt, and her left hand was around her back, jilling her clit. Portia rested her head on a pillow and let Joanie do her thing.
She got Portia all wet and very close to an orgasm quickly. Getting the dildo and briefs from the table, she put them on and applied lube to her partner and the shaft of the eight-inch silicone wonder. She rubbed it along her lips, teasing her.
'"Just put it all in me, I'm begging you," cried Portia. "I love it."
Joanie did just that, and Portia cried out, "Aahhhh, fuck me, you dyke."
Suddenly, the two lights in the bedroom went out, and a wind could be felt. Time seemed to stand still, and a light poured in through the bedroom window even though the sun had set. There was a light feeling of another being with them.
The women stopped. In a husky voice, Portia said, "Oh, Mother of God, I submit to you. I pledge my heart to follow you and your teaching." She was stuck on the dildo; a tear came to her eye, yet the tear did not fall.
"I accept you, you lesbian cunt," said Joanie. "We'll do great things together for all of womankind." She had fully penetrated her daughter with the red dildo but was not moving. There was a pause, and everyone was silent for a moment longer. Then, the lights came back on, and the window was again dark. Peace settled over the room, and they were alone.
Getting Into It
Joanie then inched her way along Portia's birth canal, and suddenly, she bottomed.
"Aahhhh. You're in all the way. I think my cervix is feeling you. Oohhhh fuck, you're good."
She backed out, and Joanie got a steady rhythm going. Joanie stopped occasionally to kiss her bae and to slap and pinch her. It was joyous lovemaking. They were quiet and refrained from talking; it was time for loving.
The bed squeaked. It was an old wooden canopy bed. It took two seconds for the in / out and the wood against wood to squeak. It was the only sound they made for a while. Joanie tapped Portia twice and she got into missionary.
They'd go for thirty seconds and then take a mini-break. Joanie would take the strap out, or mainly out, and she and Portia would kiss. Joanie was powerful but gentle with Portia. And then they would resume the in / out. It was so good. She had Portia near orgasm for many minutes.
"Aahhhh oohhhh, keep going, baby," said Portia. "But I'm warning you, it will be a big one. Aahhhh, aahhhh."
Joanie knew how to give orders and take them. She soldiered ahead, kissing Portia's breasts and her mouth and fucking her. Maintaining her rhythm, she knew Portia was bound to have a big orgasm.
The rhythm of the strapon fucking was too much for Portia. She gave in to the delights of a massive orgasm.
"Oh baby, here it comes...Oohhhh, my God, I'm cumming," Portia said. "Aahhhh, nnuunnaahhhh, shit, aahhhh. Goddamn, it fuck me, aahhhh. Oh Joanieeee, it's so good."
Throughout her climax, Joanie kept the same rhythm, in / out. She knew Portia was orgasmic; there was never any doubt about that. This went on for a full minute, and in the end, Portia pulled off the beautiful dildo and collapsed in a heap.
"I have to lie down for a moment," Portia announced. She grabbed a pillow and got comfortable.
Joanie covered her upper body and face with kisses until she saw Portia was asleep. Without taking off the strapon, she fell in behind her protégé and fell asleep with a smile and love in her heart. The two never said a thing about the lights or the chants. But that doesn't mean they weren't real.
The four wenches in the two separate rooms slept for about forty-five minutes. Except for the snoring, no sound was heard, and the lights were behaving correctly.
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