by Jane Brooke
“Ooooooh nooooo.” Jane moaned like a bitch in heat.
Ash’s body begins to quiver and shudder as she took a nipple between her lips, pressed, closed her eyes and bit down hard with her teeth. Jane winced, moaned felt the pain, hurt, pleasure, her body quaked as a semi, cerebral orgasm rippled through it.
In suspended animation for some moments, Ash broke away, kissed her again. With fingers like kite tails, she turned her so now Jane was on her hands and knees.
Jane felt her belly swelling and heaving. Because denial was her sister for so long, she never felt comfortable with her body when with men. It just never felt right and now she knew why. She’d been told by men that she had a great body. But it always had been so foreign to her, a touch from a man.
As Ash masturbated her with her fingers, Jane realized that she was not from Ash’s young planet, but Ash was. She remembered Ash’s words at her office and at dinner.
Never be judgmental. Never place another in some sub category of their sexual need. Never fall in love.
Jane was already in love with her and she was fucked and she knew it.
Memories, pleasures, Jane remembered the rough play in the alley and the smell of the dumpster. She had rather tough sex before, had to ask for it. The guy just went through the motions of it, yet she did like the carnal stages of it. But Ash was different. She was an un-tethered animal, carnal, true and in actuality as Jane leered at her she could not ever remember an orgasm from the cock, nor from the hands of a man.
Like a continual reel, every moment from the moment they had stepped into the alley spun in her head. She remembered every film clip, from her earlier lynching in the alley to having her mound shaved. She almost giggled if it we’re not for Ash’s lips and fingers exploring around the inside of her cunt which made her feel totally mad.
Ash was slow, gentle and almost sweet and, then rough and hard as Jane felt another orgasm.
Switcheroo, Ash changed gears. She twisted Jane around and kissed her neck and whispered.” You are beautiful darling.”
No words from Jane, she could hardly think let alone place words together in a sentence.
Jane felt Ash’s soaped hands washing her back, her butt, her anus, a single finger teasing there.
Beginning to shake, Jane moaned. “Aaash...Right tttheeere...Ooooh, yeees.”
Jane felt that she had never felt so clean since a child when her mother bathed her in their tub. Then she felt pressure, Ash’s fingers pressed against the opening of her vagina.
I gulp, wheeze, her back arched as it tingled in pleasure as she pushed her fingers into Jane, to the knuckles.
“Oh my God.” Jane moaned.
She was glad there was water, hers and the shower everywhere masking her orgasm as she bowed her chin to her collarbones, almost weeping from Ash’s touch.
Time moved right along, as Ash used her lips, tongue and fingers on her. First deep, not so deep and she climaxed and then at its epicenter, she simply slid her tiny soaped fist inside of Jane.
It was so gentle, Jane begin to dream as she felt it deep, struck as deep as it might ever go.
Another orgasm growing and again her body was convulsing, tears and unfamiliar sounds spilling from her throat and past her vibrato lips. She was almost comatose, yet alive in her mind for the very first time.
Releasing her, Ash pulled her fist from her cunt, turned Jane and seeing that she was weeping, she crawled upon Jane’s knees, straddled her and wrapped her legs around her waist
Ash placed her hands around Jane’s head, as Jane’s arms wrapped around her body.
They kissed, lips, tongues again, breasts pressed against breasts as steam and water blasted everywhere around them as Ash’s tongue plunged deep into Jane’s mouth, seeking Jane presumed the core of her passion.
Connecting now, their tongue mated with each other’s and they kissed for what in Jane’s mind was forever. Though completely mad it was the only way Jane could assimilate the pandemonium of the moment in her mind.
Totally in charge, Ash morphed, broke away and stood. Jane gasped again, for the color of her body almost hurts her eyes as she extended tendril fingers to Jane, which she took as she helped Jane struggle to her. Ash held her so she would not collapse to the floor.
Ash was patient, a Queen Bitch, so caring and Jane did not know if she could ever be with a callous man again, for their skin from this moment on would always feel as if a sand paper hurt silhouetted against the memory of her skin, Jane’s skin for a moment, this she knew knew.
“Now, my Darling let’s make you again a child.”
Stunned, Jane stared in her dream world and watched as Ash, working so wonderfully now and so focused, soaped her long fingers, and then soaped the her legs.
Ash had already shaved her mound and Jane was curious why Ash would shave her already shaved legs.
Jane’s body winced, as Ash then took a razor, and like some exotic stunning barber, and humming, as Ash first shaved Jane’s leg and then over the minutes, seeming obsessed with Jane’s small feet, shaved the other leg and as Ash had said, like the little girl she once was.
Watching Ash, as she sweetly shaved the last hair off of her body below her eyelashes, she then suddenly understood why Ash was doing it.
This was a tribal moment for Ash, a rite passage Jane thought, and one moment savaging her, and then next being so gentle, well Jane almost broke out into tears, seeing Ash humming as she finished shaving her legs.
Then, tears did fall down her cheeks as she watched as Ash pressed her small feet to her cheeks, and then her lips and seemed to go into a trance, her almond eyes suddenly seemed to be trapped in some kind of illusionary coma of pure love and delight.
Immobilized and feeling every neuron in her head buzzing, Jane felt paralyzed, as Ash stood, MORPHED instantly into the old heathen Ash and giggling, aimed the shower nozzle at her and laughing watched as the hot water danced all over Jane’s head and body, making Jane so clean.
Again, and as if she was some kind of bizarre mistress of a universe Jane did not know existed, Ash leaned down, and planted her lips to Jane’s. The kiss felt to Jane as if her head was melting.
Ending the kiss, Ash looked at Jane’s new improved condition between her legs, on her legs and smilesd and whispered.
“So beautiful my darling, my lovely, see how beautiful you are becoming. Come, I must have you. Come now darling.”
If Ash would have asked her to stick her blonde head into a leaf mulcher, Jane knew she probably would have done it, if that met one more kiss, one more touch, one more fist raked into her vibrating cunt.
Hand and hand, Ash lead her naked from the shower and there it loomed, the bedroom which they walked into.
For a moment Jane felt as if a Goddess, a selected pleasure prize for a Queen so elegant, so mesmerizing, so lethally sexual she still could not believe any of it was real.
Laying her one the bed, Ash stared down at Jane, a smile on her face. She sat, laid her fingers on Jane’s tummy, leaned in and kissed her. Jane melted and wondered if any of it was real.
Yes it was real, so very fucking real.
Ash stood, stared at Janes white nude body as if it were something that she could not live with out. Her stare sent shivers down Jane’s spine. Jane began to whisper but was silenced when Ash winked, smiled playfully and pressed her forefinger to her lips.
Growing silent, her body humming, Jane grew silent. Ash was in charge and she knew it. Jane was the child again and Ash the power broker, as always. Jane did not have to think any longer. She loved it as her heart felt epileptic in her chest.
What was the savage going to do next? She could hardly wait to find out.
Ash moved to her Coach, black leather duffel bag, dug inside of it and Jane inhaled a deep breath as she pulled what looked to her to b
e foot long, white vibrator. On the tip was a knob the size of a tennis ball.
Fuck, Jane’s mind screamed as her naked body began undulating on the bed as she tried to think through all the scenarios that implement met.
Is this what a child prodigy does when she is not out there saving the world?
She turned, moved to a wall socket and as she plugged in the long white cord, Jane remembered everything that she had written.
At the time, they all thought it impossible her work, the mixing of genders, the savagery of the sex; the deepness of relationships between odd and unique human beings. But, now she knew it was all true, written from her gifted mind, and she felt as if she were mummified as Ash moved back to her valise.
A moment passed and, and then Jane’s mind sparked as she pulled out a two foot, white, flexible accordion, massively thick white dildo, a thick penis knob on each end.
Like a Welsh coal miner now having their tools aligned, she moved next to Jane and on her knees simply smiled at her as she laid her fingers on Jane’s naked tummy, then her mound.
Playfully, and almost sadistically Ash graced Jane’s terrified face with the knob of the dildo and whispered. “For us darling, Beautiful do you not think?
Jane swallowed, and again like a teenager asked if she wanted and liked a new shade of lip gloss, Jane could do nothing but shyly nod her head up and down.
Lightly laughing, Ash leaned down and brushed a kiss to Jane’s lips, backed away and again like talking to a precocious child Ash whispered.
“You are simply precious. Do you know that my little girl?”
PRECIOUS. LITTLE GIRL. WHAT THE FUCK EVER.
What could Jane say, but agree with Ash as she shook her head back in forth in agreement to Ash’s words.
Ash’s mood swings were beyond belief, as suddenly she morphed as her eyes intensified in color and her breathing intensified as her fingers gently played along Jane’s wet cunt.
Pinching her clit, soft at first and, then hard, the pain, the accumulate pleasure produced from everything brought boohoos and aaaahs from Jane’s clenched teeth mouth.
In Jane’s mind, Ash looked stark raving mad.
Crawling on top of her, she straddled Jane and Jane had to blink through her tears leering at Ash in her full sexuality. Then, almost in some kind of bacchanal ritual, she raised her arms up high over her head, closed her eyes, and began to sway her arms as if a strand of kelp, laced with in the currents of some cerebral Med blue sea.
What does a savant see when they are listening to a sympathy of original music in their head?
Jane did not know.
After many moments of time, her eyes opened, and she seemed to morph again. Almost as if exhausted, she bowed her head, her short, wet black hair falling along the tip of her shoulders. Her hands pressed against Jane’s breasts, her breathing softer, melodic, Jane felt her warm and pungent breath on her tummy.
After several moments, her head lifted, and Jane’s heart broke. She saw tears spilling down her cheeks and Jane was stunned, for this creature was obviously in pain.
Jane had not known until the restaurant and Ash’s single tear of grief that she was not perfect or even if she could feel anything but passion and joy and pain. It was now clear to her that this young creature obviously could experience acute grief and pain, for now it was stricken across her face.
Ash began to hum as Jane grew silent as she watched Ash seeming living within a vortex of her own genius and odd world. Jane understood that she, so young, so brilliant would have to be crushed within uncertainty in a world that she knew that no one could ever understand her, let alone assimilate her mind.
She, then changed again, and from some kind of inner power plant, ASH came back, was Ash again, or at least the Ash Jane had known to the moment.
She smiled at Jane and at the moment the old Jane DIED. At that moment from that smile, as she laid her body against Jane’s and nuzzled her face into the cleft of her neck and simply inhaled her scent, Jane felt reborn.
Feeling their tummies mating, Jane wrapped her hands around her, found her butt, MY GOD and laid her palms upon it. Jane heard a primal moan from her and, then simply waited, for in reality she did not know what to do.
Whispering to Jane in French, for now Jane knew that was her sex language, she told Jane again that she was beautiful.
Jane felt her own tears streaming down her cheeks, pooling in her collar bones and dissolving into the white sheets.
Moments flashed past Jane’s eyes, as Ash then took the double knobbed dildo, lifted Jane’s butt just a little and plunged the dildo inside of her. Jane’s butt bucked, as a gush of air spewed out past her lips and her body shuddered. She felt her entire buddy undulate from pain, pleasure as then Ash, no more tears, but with a look of sure madness on her face, plunged the dildo to the hilt inside of her and then inside of herself.
Stunned, raw, orgasms hinting deep within, she saw Ash’s teeth grit and her eyes roll into the back of her head as she moaned and ground the dildo deeper inside of them with each push of her pelvis.
As she groaned and ground away Ash again raised her willow arms towards the ceiling and seemed to be in a trance as she swayed so gracefully, her long fingers as if in a ballet moved from some internal octave in her mind. She began to move her hips slowly, as she fucked Jane, as well as herself as Jane’s body seemed too liquefied from such pleasure she thought her heart would cease to exist any longer.
For over an hour they same scenario repeated itself, with many different acts as Jane watched every muscle in Ash’s body become striated as perspiration dripped down her face and covered her body.
Jane’s teeth began to chatter as she moaned and climaxed in unison with Ash, Jane’s cryptic eyeballs never leaving Ash’s muscled tummy.
Jane’s blond head banged the pillow, her finger nails rapped at the sheets, clawing at them. During all of it, Jane’s eyes never left Ash’s copper colored heaving tummy and breasts.
Ash then threw her head back, seemed to freeze and, then climaxed as a prime evil groan blasted from her lips and her chin fell to her breasts, sweat dripping off of her chin on to Jane’s breasts.
She was hyperventilating, literally drooling and Jane watched as her saliva continued to spill and fell from her chin and, then down her breasts. She then began to wildly undulate her hips and still fucking Jane with the dildo and she reached back and found the vibrator. Sweat dripping from her skin, she lifted Jane’s butt, flicked the button of the vibrator and placed the white ball against each of their vaginas, tightly against their clitorises.
Jane had been ravaged, and her clit was sensitive and she did not think she could stand any more as she felt an oddly placed orgasm stylize through her body.
Ash pressed her free hand against Jane breasts. Jane tried to push her away, yet she would have none of it. She leered at Jane, dug the vibrator deeper, rammed the duel dildo deeper, smiled and slapped Jane’s hands away.
Jane’s teeth gritted and she went to protest for her clit she felt was raw and she could not take any more. Ash slapped her across the face, snapping Jane’s face to the side. Instantly, Jane ripped her face back, and now loving the slap, she grinned at ASH.
FUCK was this open door she had wanted to walk through for a life time?
She did not know, but loved every fucking moment of the slap.
Clearly crazed, Jane grinned past a cut lip, and seethed at Ash.
“FUCK YOU. AGAIN PLEASE.”
Ash’s forehead furrowed, and then she nodded and smiled as she slapped Jane’s cheek again, throwing sweat into the air. Jane jerked her head back, and with her tongue tasted a single drop of her own blood on her lips.
She smiled at a now mesmerized Ash, and whispered. “You are wonderful, do what you want, you bitch.”
Ash threw her head
back and roared in laughter, as then like a Beth Stur downer freak, she changed, pinched Jane’s cheeks between her finger tips, lowered her mouth to Jane’s ear and growled.
“You are now MY bitch, you sweet girl.”
Jane gasped, and almost laughed.
Perfect answer. Jane thought as Ash wound up and again and seemed to start all over.
Not missing a beat, and as the vibrator ball hummed away Ash revolved her hips pushing the dildo deeper inside both of them. It was then, as if a button had been pressed, for the acute pain, the sensitivity Jane had just felt, was instantly replaced with pure pleasure. It was pleasure that she did not know existed as Jane began to match each push of Ash’s with her own as the vibrator hummed away.
Jane did not remember how long they were lovers, and she didn’t even know IF indeed they we’re were lovers within Ash’s odd sexual universe. But it must have been an hour’s, at least that they ground themselves together like the animals that Ash was and Jane had become.
Jane came over and over, sometimes protesting so much from the pain in her over sensitized clit and, then begging her not to stop as the pain would suddenly stop.
Within every moment of it she could feel more orgasms rumbling so near and, then she surpassed any threshold she thought humans were capable of within a maniacal state of pure naked and obsessed sex, as well as madness.
Finally, her body drenched in sweat, her black hair sopping wet, her body went strict, rigid and Jane saw every tendon, every muscle, every sinew tense is if they were going to rip from Ash’s skin.
Then, her entire torso began to vibrate, shake, seemingly tearing away from it’s pinions, as she threw her head back and screamed in a thunderous, rolling orgasm. As Ash wept, laughed, and spit out profanities in French Jane felt her last orgasm and thought she was going to perish from such madness.
Inhaling one last breath, Ash collapsed into Jane’s arms, their sweat drenched bodies melding together, Ash’s face in the cleft of Jane’s neck as if a fragile child. Jane wrapped her arms around her as she began to weep harder, Jane feeling her saline tears falling past her neck, melting into the sheets, Ash’s body shimmering in her arms.
