To the Lighthouse Chapter 3
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To The Lighthouse -3-
The Engagement Tour Continues
"I'll handle everything," said Joan as they left their place the next day. "Mark your calendars for April 25-May 1st, and on the 25th, be on your front porch with your bags packed and a `devil may care' attitude, ready to be picked up for Antigua."
"You two are too much," said Hadley. "We'll be there, and we'll be ready to fuck and to be fucked."
"Hey, that's my girl," cried Lila, who disappeared into the condo with Joanie.
"God, they're they're Energizer Bunnies," said Portia. "I've got to get in shape just to keep up with them. But I'm going to do it."
"Oh, me too. Won't it be great?" They were in their Volvo 2016 S80, heading to their condo.
"Have you seen me take a Newport today?" asked Portia.
"Come to think of it...no," said Hadley.
"I'm cutting way down on them. Instead of a half pack a day, would you believe I'm down to one a day. I looked in the mirror and found some wrinkles. I'm quitting just in time."
"You're just so strong-willed. I love it."
"Thank you, dear," said Portia. "So, next Friday, we have a repeat. Estelle and Bethany want to honor us for the engagement and will be at La Senorita restaurant on Baker St. at six, holding down our favorite corner table. You know, the one that gives us the view of the place and the patrons a view of us. I told them we must be back at our place by one-thirty the next day."
"I love you. And I love your Mother and Bethany too," said Hadley. "They may not hold a candle to Lila and Joan's bodies, but they're trim. I believe that they may have stronger sex drives than the other two."
"I think you're right, as usual," said Portia. Here, she kissed her while she was driving and stroked her right breast as she broke the kiss.
"Hey now, I'm driving," said Hadley. "I must admit, though, it felt quite nice." Portia continued to massage her breasts.
They both laughed. Portia always felt frisky after good sex. And her sex with Joanie was something she would never forget. She committed to the cause for which she had been brought up that night. And yes, she was "in love" with Joanie.
They'd had sex several times in a nearby hotel since then. The two couldn't keep their hands off one another. Hadley and Lila both knew and looked the other way for now.
Portia had dialed back her smoking to just one cigarette a day. After eating a breakfast of yogurt, eggs, toast, black coffee, and freshly squeezed juice, she went out on the deck for a cigarette. It was alone time that she relished.
She and Hadley went to the gym four days a week and began changing their diets. It had been a couple of months since they started her lifestyle changeover, and they loved how their bodies responded.
However, Portia was finding it very hard to meet her daily protein targets, and she mentioned this to Joanie the last time they met at the hotel.
"That is the hardest thing. Would you believe I still struggle there, my love?" Joanie said. "I'll send you the links to some protein bars and shakes. Try a few of them. I still use them, though most women tire of them. Every day, I have one or the other to meet my protein intake."
She was naked with Portia and kissing her in the afterglow of what was to be some of the greatest sex she'd ever had. They'd talked about getting together, like permanently. Joanie loved Lila, of course, and Portia was engaged. But they had something special, a bond deeper than time. It was like they were in Sappho's inner circle.
A Change In Portia's Energy
"I'm going to start writing feminist articles," said Portia. "I've been so wrapped up in the book, but when my schedule is freed up, you'll begin to see a steady flow of propaganda, he he."
"Oh, quit it. You know that it will be some of the best stuff they've ever seen," said Hadley. "I am marrying a certifiable genius."
"Speaking of genius, I've been invited to a meeting of feminist thinkers in Manhattan in September," said Portia. "Gloria Steinem, Ellen Broidy, et al. There will only be eight or nine, and it's being held at someone's apartment. There are three professors, and I'm told I'm the "up-and-coming star" or something to that effect."
"No, you are the up-and-coming star. Your book is incredible. I've started to re-read it," said Hadley.
"Aw, thanks Had. You know, you're coming with me," said Portia. "As a young professor, I'd be eaten up by all those older lesbians who seem to equate brains with sexiness, ha ha ha. It will be on a Friday and Saturday so that it won't interrupt our duties at Wellesley. We'll take the train to Grand Central Station. Just like in the 1950's movies."
Hadley decided right then to wait until they got home from that conference to confront her about Joanie. It was only two months until the meetings in Manhattan, and perhaps she would burn out on Joanie's delights by then. After all, she had had her dalliances with the administrator of the English department, but they had run their course. She never heard a peep out of Portia during that time.
But Portia's affair seemed kind of weird to Hadley. What was the attraction with the older woman? It seemed to stem from the night at their place.
Meeting up with Estelle and Bethany
Estelle, Portia's mother, and Bethany, her long-term lover, met the girls at La Senorita. They had eaten there before and picked up girls there, too. Portia's mom shrieked when she saw her, just two weeks removed from their trip to England.
"I must have a kiss from you both," said Estelle. "It was such good news. When we got your text, we were shopping downtown, dancing a jig, and raising a few eyebrows."
Portia kissed her mother, a chaste kiss, but on the lips nonetheless, and with some tongue. Both Bethany and Hadley shared in the kissing, too. As with Hadley's mothers, the four were seated at the raised corner table, commanding the restaurant. It fed their ego to be a lesbian at the corner table, to be touching one another in front of the crowd.
There were already a lot of gay couples, mainly women, seated for Happy Hour. Some of them gave the four a jealous look. Portia's mother held her hand and kissed me from time to time. Bethany was just as affectionate, kissing Hadley and feeding her pieces of meat. One could sense lust coming from the patrons.
We told them of the two Brits who took our picture and the romantic setting for the engagement. Of course, we described the trip and the fact that we made love every night.
"You guys are coming to my place to spend the night, right?" said Estelle.
"We wouldn't miss it," said Hadley. "I love mothers and sex. As you know, we had Lila and Joanie just last week. Exquisite, would you say Portia."
"Crazy good," Portia responded. "It's like, why can't we all live together? You two, Lila and Joanie, and us.
"We'd never get anything done. Sex day and night, that's why," said Hadley
"You, my lovely, are right like usual."
"We're partying with them in a lesbian resort in Antigua in a month from now," said Hadley. "God, I can't wait. We should plan on some travel together. It's good for the soul."
Estelle and Bethany were in their late forties. They didn't smoke and exercised regularly. They were in great shape: big breasts and skinny waists. But not in the same league as Lila and Joanie.
They finished dinner and split up the driving: Portia with Estelle and Hadley with Bethany for the ten-minute drive.
"I'm so happy for you," said Estelle. "Jealous a little. Hadley is much more laid back than you, and I'd say to guard your relationship. Be open about who you want to fuck."
This cut Portia to the quick, and she was silent. "How could she possibly know about Joanie?"
Portia quickly recovered, though, and told her about the trip to Manhattan. She told her that Hadley was coming and that they would do a little sightseeing.
Before long, they were taking the parking garage elevator to their top-floor condo.
Estelle and Portia
They were the first to reach the condo. Inside the door, Portia grabbed her mother and kissed her on the lips, as she had done many times.
"I'll tell her," said Portia in an embrace with Estelle. "It's only been four times, but I'll tell her. Don't worry."
"The sex must be special, coming off the engagement. My lips are sealed, darling. It's your life."
"It is so good. Joanie has given me some money and says that there is plenty `where that came from.' But it feels like she bought my soul, and I have willingly, gladly sold it." said Portia.
"You know, she's one of the women at the foundation of the feminist movement. I feel one with her. A behind-the-scenes organizer and financial wizard. Sort of our George Soros, to fight the churches, to win in the abortion madness."
"Good for her," said Estelle. "She's quite a lady. And, she's besotted with your intellect. Enough to marry you, I'd think. No?"
"That's just it. She demands nothing from me except that I attend a few meetings and write articles. I could climb any mountain with her at my side because she gives me that kind of confidence. Without her, I'm just a humble professor of literature. I'll be with her twice again, to make love. Then we have the meeting in New York. I'll see after that."
"Enough about Joanie. Come here, my darling. Let's make love." They went into the master bedroom and shut and locked the door. Hadley and Bethany went to the other bedroom.
Estelle and Portia typically made love furiously when they got together. This night, however, it seemed to start more laid-back.
Estelle was remarkable for her age. Her skin was so soft, and her hair so shiny. She didn't spend much time in the sun and lotioned twice a week. Her eating habits were exquisite, and it showed. She had the 36-24-36 figures of the 1960s with firm D Cups. Her breasts were big and road high on her chest with big red-brown areolas. Of course, Portia was very familiar with her body, having cum literally hundreds of times at her hands.
Estelle was at Portia's pussy eating her honey, of which there seemed an endless supply. She didn't remember when the nectar poured so freely from Portia.
Patting her pussy as if to say, "Nice job," she asked Portia if she could strap her.
"Oh fuck yeah, Mommy," was Portia's response. "Fucking fuck me."
Estelle opened the bedside table and found what she was looking for: an eight-inch purple dildo with no sign of anything male. She fished the special panties out of the top drawer in her dresser and got some lube, too.
"I know how it is when you find someone who really turns you on, and you're already in a relationship," said Estelle. "It can be so hard. So I feel for you, honey. I do."
She applied the lube to the shaft and spread it around. Then, she dabbed some on her daughter, though she asked her,
"You're so wet. I'll just put a little bit of lube on."
Estelle marveled at her daughter's gleaming pussy. She maintained herself elegantly−there was not a hair in sight.
"No wonder all the women want her," she thought. "Her body, her brains."
She entered her slowly but surely—there was no reason to rush. After ten thrusts, she bent forward and kissed Portia, her tongue exploring Portia's mouth, her right hand "manhandling" her breasts.
She thought, "Straight mothers don't know what they're missing. Who loves you like your daughter? Who knows your body better than your own issue? I could have sex with her every day and not tire of it. It's so smooth."
"Come on, show mommy why you're a cunt in demand by all the hot women, daughter of mine." Portia wrapped her legs around Estelle and practically sucked her into her pussy.
"Yeah, that's it, you dyke, use me, do me," said Estelle.
She tapped her on the but twice, and Portia gladly sprang to the doggy-style position. Estelle knew where her cunt was without looking and resumed her firm but steady assault, her hands all over Portia's back and occasionally on her tits, playing with her nipples. Her life partner, Bethany, was just like Portia, including the academic piece. So, she did marry her daughter, after all. Bethany stood out in the art history field, leading them on treasure hunts near and far for beautiful works of art covering their home's walls. Bethany came from money. Estelle was thankful for the full life she'd had and still has.
She looked down at Portia's ass, the beautiful pear-shaped ass and the large dildo thrusting in and out of her pussy. She bent forward and whispered to her daughter,
"Shall I go for it, darling?"
"Yes, do it, mother. Fuck that asshole," said Portia. Her mother loved dirty talk.
Estelle withdrew and squirted some lube in Portia's anus and some on the already slick dildo. Portia did exercises for her asshole so that it was a tight, healthy-looking ring. Estelle had a deep respect for that.
"Goddess, let Portia feel the love I have for her in this penetration," said Estelle. "May she be delighted and cum mightily, amen."
She entered her slowly and rested with the dildo almost all the way in. They chatted briefly about the "old days" when they fucked every weekend like clockwork. By the time Portia was in high school, she was very well-adjusted.
She calmly went about reading every work of literature and every book of history in the school library. She won the school's annual Trivia Contest when she was a sophomore. She was a wunderkind from way back.
All this while seducing the school's straight librarian and Assistant Principal and every girl she fancied. By the time she started her undergrad at age sixteen, she figured she had done thirty girls and women, plus or minus. She was truly prolific. She graduated high school after her "sophomore year," having gotten an 800 on the Verbal SAT. She was so advanced.
"Ah, I have a big tingle," Portia said. "I'm melting, mother. Fuck me, just fuck me. I can take it." Estelle fucked her for a while and was surprised she hadn't cum yet.
"Gladly, you dyke. I loved you from an early age, and you have been my dream child. I'll do anything you ask of me. But now is the time to cum, you see."
"Let's turn back over. I want to see your face and have you see mine when I'm cumming," said Portia.
Portia came off the strap and got on her back. She knew to put the strap back in her pussy, and did so and urged Estelle to fuck her madly.
Wanting to please her daugther, Estelle pounded away, but sill steady, still slow. The way that Portia always loved it. Her arms held her body up, her face inches from Portia. She slowed the penetrations even more and kissed Portia.
She kissed her, using her tongue to battle Portia's.
"Best kiss ever, Mommy," Portia said quietly.
Estelle could never be her intellectual equal. But, as she made her millions, she read literature and history to make sure they had some things to talk about.
Portia stared into her mom's eyes like she did when she was fifteen. She and her mother were one; they loved women, and they loved fighting for women. Unblinkingly, she stared at them, and found comfort and rest there.
"Aahhhh, my goddess, it's so good, Oohhhh, aahhhh. Keep going, Mommy, keep fucking me," said Portia. "Just like the old days, you lesbian witch."
Her nasty language spurred Estelle, and Portia went crazy. For Estelle was a witch, and the head of a coven of twelve.
"Oohhhh, my goddess, it's so good," said Portia.
"Get it, bitch, get that orgasm you're craving. Get it," said Estelle in a particularly husky voice. "Just like the old days." She was a witch, a beautiful and wealthy witch. She seemed to grow in stature and power. Estelle looked up, and then, with one final thrust, Portia cried out,
"You slay me, mommy." She rolled to her right in the king-sized bed and accidentally kicked the lamp on the bedside table. Nothing came of the incident, though Estelle said,
"I've wanted to replace that old thing."
Portia blacked out for ten minutes while Estelle was still breathing hard, but she went to get a 2008 bottle of Robert Mondavi Cabernet from the Kalon Valley Vineyard and some sharp cheddar cheese on a wooden cutting board. The wine was the priciest she had at $290.
When she awoke, she put on her robe, which she kept in her mother's bedroom. She thanked her mother for everything and took a glass of wine from her mother. She asked,
"What happened to that lamp?"
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