by Jesse Jordan
“Ohh… yesss...” she cries out softly as I tug her bra cup down to capture her nipple. Elaine, not wanting to be left out, climbs onto the bed next to us, as beautiful as Aphrodite herself stretching out seductively. She offers her own breast, and I turn my head, kissing and licking her nipple as the two girls move closer and closer.
I push them together, their nipples touching as I take both of them in my mouth, sucking hard while sliding my hands between their legs, cupping their mounds and running my two middle fingers between their pussy lips. Both girls react the same way, their hips lifting to give me more access while their bodies open to me.
I slide my fingers in deep, alternating strokes back and forth with my fingers while Elaine and Cassandra writhe and moan. Cassandra turns to Elaine and the two are soon soul kissing, and I wonder idly as I pump my fingers in and out of the beauties in front of me if they’ve done this before, or if after this night they’ll have some new questions and realities to face about their friendship.
It doesn’t matter as Cassandra breaks the kiss to look down at me, her pupils nearly swallowing her eyes. “Please… please make me cum.”
“Of course,” I reply, withdrawing my fingers. “Get on top of your friend, you can keep kissing.”
Cassandra and Elaine understand, and moments later I’m looking at almost every man’s dream, two perfect, dripping wet pussies mashed together as they grind their bodies against each other, their stiff clits rubbing together while they await my eager tongue. I dive in, sucking and licking Cassandra until her hips are jerking and she’s moaning into Elaine’s mouth before switching, giving Elaine the same treatment as all the breath is driven from her body.
I torture them, bringing each one in turn just to the edge of orgasm before switching my tongue to the other, letting her climb while her friend recovers. By the time I’m ready to bring them to a conclusion, tears are running down Elaine’s cheeks as she begs in Greek for her chance to cum too.
“Then cum, my lovelies,” I command, dragging my tongue from Cassandra down to Elaine and back up, using as much of my mouth and face to drive them over the edge. Cassandra breaks, crying out in unintelligible words as her hips buck, her ass driving back into my face and dragging her body over Elaine’s clit. It’s enough and her friend comes too, grabbing Cassandra’s head and kissing her with passion as their bodies grind against each other.
It’s beautiful, watching the two women shivering as I get to my knees. Cassandra rolls off of Elaine, who collapses back into the pillow under her head, her eyes almost rolling up at the intensity of what just happened. “Relax, beautiful. The night’s not over yet.”
Cassandra looks up at me as I lift her leg, looking into her eyes. I reach over to my bedstand and take out a condom, unsheathing it and rolling it down my shaft while she looks at my cock with bulging eyes. “That big?”
“If you want… you can lick it to make it wetter,” I tease her. “Or would you like it in that wonderful ass that’s been shoved in my face?”
Cassandra bites her lip but shakes her head. “I… I can’t take it.”
“That’s okay, lovely,” I reply, rubbing the head of my cock between her lips. “I don’t think you’ll disappoint me at all.”
I push into her slowly, letting her adjust to my girth and sinking deep into her body. Cassandra starts moaning from deep in her chest, and I pull her further down the bed, planting my feet on the floor and letting her feel me take total control of her body.
I hear a jealous gasp when I sink all the way into her for the first time, and I look over to see Elaine looking at us with a pout on her seductive lips. “I wanted that to be me the first time.”
“You can be the first in another thing,” I command. “Let her lick your pussy. Trust me, I’ll give you plenty of this later too. In fact, I’ll make you a deal. If she makes you cum, I finish in her. If she comes from my cock first… I finish in you.”
“Deal,” Elaine says, swinging a leg over Cassandra’s head and facing me. Cassandra, understanding the stakes, wraps her hands around her friend’s legs and eagerly starts licking and sucking at Elaine’s pussy, maybe not expertly but with plenty of enthusiasm as I start pumping my cock in and out of her tight body. Elaine’s breasts start to sway as she watches and I lean into her, kissing her while fucking Cassandra with deep, long thrusts of my cock that have her wrapping her legs around my hips quickly.
“When I fuck you… how do you want it?” I grunt into her ear as I speed up. Cassandra howls underneath both of us, and Elaine shivers as her friend tries to desperately make her cum before my cock can do the same.
“Doggy style,” Elaine gasps before she throws her head back. Taking advantage, I reach down and pinch her nipples, twisting them lightly and pushing her into her second orgasm. Elaine’s cry of release and disappointment while she grinds her pussy down on Cassandra’s face is too much and Cassandra comes too, her pussy squeezing me before she starts bucking wildly, losing all control. I feel wetness around my cock and I look down to see that she’s gushing all over me, her body totally lost in the epic intensity.
“Let up on her,” I tell Elaine as Cassandra’s thrashing ceases and I look down to see that she’s actually passed out she came so hard. “I think she’s getting smothered.”
Elaine gets off with an embarrassed chuckle, still looking disappointed. “But now… now you cum in her.”
I grin, and pull her close, kissing her luscious body. “No, I said I finish in her. But that doesn’t mean I won’t cum inside you too. Now get on your knees, and be ready to be fucked to sleep.”
I wake up in the morning, stretching and easing myself out from underneath the twin warm pillows that are on each side of me. I get out of bed, turning back and looking at the two girls, shaking my head. “Hell of a way to celebrate your eighteenth birthday,” I murmur to myself, grabbing my towel before I head to the shower.
The shower isn’t great, but the water’s warm and I wanted it this way. I’ve got enough money that I could have paid for a five star suite in the best hotels in all of Greece, but I wanted to retrace the steps of my inspiration, Alexander the Great. We share a birthday supposedly in July 20th, and I plan on taking on the world the same way he did.
By the time I’m finished the girls are stirring, and I give them both warm kisses. “You are going?”
I nod, stroking Cassandra’s cheek with the back of my fingers. “Yes, my sweet beauty. I have hundreds of kilometers to still travel in my journey. But do not worry, I doubt I will find anything in all of Greece that will be more beautiful than the gifts you gave me last night.”
I leave the hotel, telling the front desk staff that the girls can stay an extra day if they like before I pack my saddlebags, mount my bike and pedal off. It should seem strange, a teenage millionaire going on a solo bike tour through Greece, but for me, this trip has been a pilgrimage of sorts. I want to earn the memories I’ll take home. Besides, the lawyers I hired still need time to take care of the incorporation paperwork. Seriously, forming your own corporation at eighteen years old is a pain in the ass.
I pedal steadily for an hour, following the route I’ve plotted out towards Larissa, on my way towards Pella, Alexander’s birthplace. If I had six months to really waste, I’d turn east from there, follow the course of his conquering until I reach India, but I don’t. I’ve already got another idea in my head, something that’ll make the increased efficiency of the engine tech I sold to GE seem like child’s play.
I’m just cresting a hill and enjoying the downhill breeze across my sweaty upper body when I hear a small pop and my front tire starts getting wobbly. “Shit,” I mutter, pulling over on the side of the small highway, although the Greek definition of a highway is more akin to a country road in my experience. I check my tire, and see the thorn that’s sticking in the thick rubber. “Puncture proof my ass.”
Thankfully, I came prepared, and I pull out the spare tube I packed for the front rim along with my changing kit. It a
dded weight and meant I could only pack two shirts, but then again, most of my evening activities have meant I didn’t need to wear shirts. I pull the tire on my bike and get the repair done quickly before filling the tube with ‘slime,’ as the guy who sold me the can, calls it. Puncture seal and compressed air all in one, it supposedly triples the puncture resistance of my tires. Not that he’s going to get a five star recommendation from me after this.
The repair complete, I pull out my phone and check my GPS. I’m about ten kilometers from the town of Nikaia, which is where I planned on taking a break before heading north into Larissa itself for the night. Looking at my bike, I’m pretty sure I can make it, although I remind myself to find a bike shop when I get to Larissa itself, that was my last spare tube.
I get into Nikaia, and I’m impressed by the quiet, picturesque beauty of the town. A lot of rural Greece has been like this, places of a lot of poverty, but still a lot of natural beauty. Here, you go into a restaurant and they’ll greet you warmly, and if you ask where the lamb you’re eating came from, odds are good the chef and the farmer are related. Best of all, I see a sign for a bicycle shop up ahead, and I figure I can kill two birds with one stone.
Pulling up in front of what looks like a little tavern, I stop my bike and get off when the first wave of dizziness hits me. Wincing, I rub at my temples for a moment before shaking it off and heading for the tavern door. I’m just reaching for the door handle when everything goes black, and I feel myself start to fall into oblivion.
Beeping. I know this sound, it’s electronic, repeating…
“I’m in a hospital,” I mutter, opening my eyes. I look around, and notice a nurse who looks over at my words. “Where am I?”
“I get the doctor,” the nurse says, and at least I can guess I’m still in Greece. I sit back, my head not fuzzy at all but my body feeling exhausted as I try to remember just how the hell I got here. I remember my bike, the flat tire, but after that… nothing.
“Mr. Kelley?”
I look up, and a middle aged doctor, with a round, pudgy sort of face that looks like it should be making cookies with the other elves back at the Keebler tree or something, comes in. He’s got a slight British accent, but enough that I can tell it’s school learned more than anything else. “Rick, please. You’re my doctor?”
The doctor nods, coming in and closing the door. “Yes, for now. I’ve already updated the American CDC about your status.”
“The CDC?” I ask, worried. “What’s going on?”
“You have… a condition,” the doctor says. “I suppose I should explain.”
Su Lin
The streets of Beijing are not the ideal place for a twenty four year old woman to be at three in the morning. Then again, I don’t really have a choice. With my height, my pale skin, and green eyes that I inherited from my father, working in a bar is just about the only job I can find, and bars don’t close up at ten in the evening.
It’s not like I’m stupid, despite what some of the local prejudices about girls like me may say. I have a degree in economics with a minor in English. But I wasn’t able to get in with any of the major companies in Beijing, who all looked at me and made a couple of assumptions. Sadly, they’re the same assumptions that I’ve had to face my entire life. Dumb and down to fuck are two of the biggest.
“Hey baby, you looking for a late night date?” some guy asks from an alcove just ahead of me. I keep going, pulling my jacket tighter. While I’ve taken years of wushu, part of my mother’s intent to try and make me seem more Chinese, I know the odds. He’s bigger, and unless he’s drunk, probably stronger. I’m in a tight dress and high heels, and this isn’t The Matrix.
“Not interested,” I tell him, hoping that he’s not going to make an issue of it. I get a closer look, and see that he’s Chen, one of the frequent patrons of the bar. I inwardly cringe, wishing that it was just about anyone else. Chen’s the sort of guy who spends most of his time as some sort of corporate warrior, like the Japanese used to do back in the eighties. He most likely slaves away at his desk from eight in the morning until he gets off work to come hit on me and the other bar girls. “Go home, Chen.”
“Why? It’s Friday night baby,” Chen says, stumbling slightly as he steps down from the alcove. I’d served Chen tonight, he seems to have decided that I’m his favorite of the servers at the bar. Too bad he tips like shit. “I’ve got all weekend to enjoy myself.”
“Then go enjoy it starting at home,” I reply, walking off. I hear Chen’s footsteps after a moment, and I reach into my jacket pocket. While guns and lots of other weapons are illegal here in the People’s Republic of China, that doesn’t mean that I’m helpless. Besides my wushu skills, which I don’t want to turn to, I have an old bar girl trick in my pocket, a paper packet filled with crushed, ground chilis that’s nearly as effective as pepper spray.
Chen reaches and grabs my right shoulder and I strike, flashing backwards with a hammerfist before my left hand throws the powder packet. It hits him directly between the eyes, a cloud of deep red appearing in the neon lights of the few signs still on. Chen breathes in by reflex before coughing, rubbing at his eyes and making the burning even worse. I dodge out of his way, scampering off as fast as my high heels can take me, turning the corner and seeing a taxi. They’re expensive at this time of night, but I don’t have far to go, so I decide to swallow the fifteen yuan fare.
The building is silent when I get out, not that I expected any different. Taking my key out, I unlock the door and go into the lobby. At least it’s better than where we used to live, I had to walk up eight floors there. Taking the elevator up, my exhaustion drops over me like a heavy blanket and I almost stagger into the apartment, condo, whatever you want to call it. My bedroom’s the second on the left, and I barely have enough energy left to get my shoes off before I collapse into it, asleep.
“Su-Lin!”
It feels like I’ve only been asleep for a few minutes, but a glance at my clock tells me it’s nearly noon, and by the strident anger in the voice in the main room of the house, I can assume my mother’s been up for hours.
I roll out of bed, quickly stripping off my work dress to put on some jeans and a t-shirt, I’m not scheduled for work tonight thankfully. I walk out to see Mother, her new T.M. Lewin outfit that she got on a trip to Hong Kong looking fresh and perfectly clean. She’s miles from the hard working woman who raised a daughter by herself, scratching and clawing her way up the social ladder. “Yes, Mother?”
“I wanted to talk with you before going out for the afternoon,” Mother says. “Your father-”
“Step-father,” I correct her, knowing it sets her teeth on edge. I can’t help it, but she’s only been married for six months, and the man barely speaks to me. He leaves for work when I’m still asleep, and I’ve usually left for my work before he gets home. “Yip cannot call himself my father.”
“He provides for us!” Mother almost yells, holding onto her temper with sheer force of will. “Su-Lin, I fought for every scrap I could for twenty years after you were born to try and provide for you, and Yip is a good man. He takes care of me, and he gives you a bed as well, when a lot of other men-”
“Yes, yes, yes, I know Mother,” I reply tiredly, not wishing this shit would be starting five minutes after I woke up. “Nobody wants to take in a daughter who isn’t their own, and a half-white one at that. All I’m good for is working the bar since all of the drunk executives every night seem to think that my lighter hair and half-European features means that I’m one of the easiest fucks available on a regular basis. Not good enough to date, to court, or to marry, but certainly down to fuck.”
Mother recoils slightly, she hates when I talk about the reality of my position. Despite the supposed progress that Chinese culture has gained over the past twenty years, there’s no real place in ‘good’ Chinese society for someone like me. I don’t blame my mother, she was seduced by her English professor when she was a university student before he ditched her
on the first plane back to Scotland once she told him she was pregnant. If anything, I owe my mother a debt since she could have easily gotten rid of me.
Still, when your own society sees you as nothing more than a sexpot who can’t be trusted because you aren’t ‘really Chinese’ and are good for nothing more than using your body, it wears on you. It’s worn on Mother too, and that frustration is sharp in her voice when she replies. “You are disrespectful and smart-mouthed,” she fumes, getting out of her chair and trying to stare me down, even though she’s shorter than me by a good bit. “You are lucky that I have found a way for us both to be relieved of this situation.”
“Relieved of this situation?” I ask, confused. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I have met with a matchmaker,” Mother says, and I resist the urge to roll my eyes again. Talk about old fashioned! “There is one who is willing to meet you. They specialize in hard cases like yours, finding mail order brides for overseas foreigners.”
“A mail order bride?” I reply, holding onto my own temper now. “I didn’t know I was that ostracized that you could sell me like a dog.”
“Watch your tone with me, young lady!” Mother says, standing up. “I am your mother and I will decide what you can and cannot do!”
“Like hell!” I yell back, losing my temper. “I’m tired of being treated like some mongrel mutt just because it held you back from marrying your way up the ladder in society!”
The glass comes flying from the table quickly, but I’m used to my mother’s fiery temper, it’s not like mine is much better. I dodge, the tissue box next to me becoming my own missile weapon as it goes flying back at her. It hit’s Mother’s shoulder, and she screeches like a pissed off dragon. “You stupid burden! How dare you try and assault me! I should throw you out of this house right this minute, force you to live on your own!”
“Maybe I should!” I scream back. “It’s not like I get treated like an adult around here! Sure, you paid for my education, you paid for all of that, but it was all so you could take the burden off your conscience!”
