more than one world
( FF, bukkake, flimflam, dickgirl, oral, rom, snow )

( takes post right after the last season of Gilmore young lady )


Rory Gilmore looked out of the window of her hotel room at the dark and loveless dark. It was almost one in the morning. She 'd had a long tiring day, and she knew she had to get up at six a.m., and yet she still could n't slumber. So she stood there at the windowpane, all the light in the way turned off except for the lamp on the nighttime stand, which cast a diffused and lonely shine, and stared outward, her weapon system crossed beneath her breasts. There was no one walking around out there, and only the casual car passed by on the street. The urban center of Tacoma seemed to her not only asleep, but perhaps dead.

She 'd only been in this townspeople for the last 12 hours or so ; she and her intelligence crowd had come from Olympia, on the trail of Senator Barack Obama as he made his historical drive for President of the United province. He was scheduled to speak at ten o'clock, and then it was on to Seattle. Rory had known when she 'd first signed on with the campaign six months ago that the pace would be grueling at sentence, but it had most often been even worse than she 'd imagined. She would be on time, of line, and abide by the prospect wherever he went, but in the lag, she needed a break. A distraction of some kind. But it did n't look like Tacoma offered anything like that.

There has to be some kind of night life here, she told herself. I just have to put on my tec hat and go observe it. She turned and looked at her hotel bed. Or I could just quell here, get out my trusty dildo, and masturbate to another fantasy of Barack. rich person yet another Obamagasm. She smiled at her own little joke, then almost hurried over to the door, grabbed up her bag, and went out.

*****

The domain she had been looking at from her windowpane was south of the hotel, so Rory figured the smart thing to do would be to manoeuver north, away from the void. The business district core was in that direction anyway ; it was much more belike that she 'd recover something there, a dingy old tap house if cipher else.

She walked for respective blocks, past the shut trolley post, a vacant parking garage that took up two whole block, two Sir Thomas More pulley-block of the derelict city bus entrepot. She did n't see any people and she did n't see any gondola. At least until she finally arrived at one-ninth Street and Department of Commerce. This area, she 'd been told, was the Theatre territorial dominion, and she could indeed see a few dramaturgy, one right field there on the turning point, another up the hill on the next.

There was dealings here too, mostly going up and down the hill on Ninth Street, but also turning onto the side by side street up. She could discover voices too, people yelling and laughing ; she thought she could pick up music as well. She crossed the street against the Christ Within and went up to the following street, which was named Great White Way. She looked down Broadway toward the noise and was pleased to see a Brobdingnagian sign several hundred feet away, all lit up and dazzling in the Night : The Silverstone. It was obviously a nightclub.

'' Eureka, '' Rory said to herself.

She crossed Ninth Street and started down the sidewalk toward the Silverstone. She passed a coffee bean shop class, some old geezer stores and gift shop, and, of line, some inebriate people loitering near motorcar. They seemed to be an equal mix of men and charwoman, all around her own age. They paid no tending to her other than to take care her over as she passed.

When she got to the doorway of the Silverstone she found a very large and ominous-looking man standing there, his fat munition crossed in nominal head of his fat chest. The bouncer, obviously. He too ignored her ; he was watching the inebriated ace by the cars. Rory slipped past him and entered the club.

It was exactly the kind of scene she 'd been expecting : fate of lightness, brassy medicine, a capacity crowd terpsichore and drinking and talking and laughing. Pure and yet paradoxically controlled topsy-turvydom. It was awesome. This was exactly what she was looking for.

Except it was n't exactly what she was looking for ; she noticed, after about twenty second gear of wading through gyrating consistence and feeling her eardrums getting beatnik up by some unrecognized and remarkably loud 80s tune, that the hoi polloi who were paired with other people were all paired with citizenry of the same sex.

Uh oh, Rory thought to herself as she managed to wedge through to a fecal matter in presence of the bar, I think I may have stumbled into a gay Night club. She looked around for another moment or two ; nothing but boy-boy couple and girl-girl couples. Yep. A gay dark club. She shrugged. Oh well, what the heck ? There 's more than one world in this world.

She turned and faced forepart and looked for the barman. Another beefy guy, as it turned out, and not very attractive, or even friendly. When she got his attention he just looked at her without any evident facial expression. She asked him for a Budweiser and he handed her a bottleful, then held his hand out for the money. He did n't tell her how much he wanted so she just gave him a ten. He took it, went to the cash register, and returned with a buck and a half in change.

'' Jeez, '' Rory said, `` that 's some expensive booze. '' She 'd said it loud enough that, if there had n't been the musical comedy equivalent of Armegeddon going on all around her, he would have easily heard. Rory sighed and sipped at her beer ; at least it was cold and tasty.

'' Having any fun yet ? '' mortal called to her over the music.

Rory turned and saw a girl sliding onto the stool next to hers. She was n't exactly pretty ; to a greater extent cute than pretty, with a rhythm face, a bantam nose, humble green heart. Her hair was kind of a dull Orange, parted in the middle and tied into a ponytail that only reached to a spot between her shoulder joint blades. She was slim but not skinny, and well-shaped from what Rory could notice at a glimpse. Nice wheel, too. She had a big friendly smiling on her face and Rory could n't help oneself but smile back.

'' I just got here, '' she said, leaning toward the missy and raising her voice a little to be heard.

'' I 've never seen you in here before ! '' the missy called back. `` Are you new ? ! ``

'' Just passing through town ! '' Rory called.

The music suddenly got even louder and the girl made a nerve, then nearly shouted, `` Let 's go outside so we can hear each other ! ``

Rory grabbed her beer and her purse and followed the missy through the mob and, finally, away. Once the room access to the ball club was closed it seemed almost ominously serenity. The bouncer was gone, and so was the radical of sot. Rory 's ear were ringing. The miss turned to her, smiled, and held out her hand.

'' My name 's Christine, '' she said. `` 'What 's yours ? ``

Rory took her deal and said, `` I 'm Rory. Hi. ``

'' Rory. That 's a sang-froid name. It 's Scottish for 'red .'You do n't seem very red to me, though. Is it brusque for something ? ``

'' My figure 's actually Loreli. When I was small my mom wanted to send for me Lori, but I could n't pronounce the Ls correctly and it came out Rory. '' Rory shrugged. `` It stuck. ``

'' Loreli, '' Christine said a little dreamily. `` A enchantress 's figure. In German language it means 'an alluring Sung dynasty .'`` She gave Rory a coquettish look. `` It fits. ``

'' You sure do recognize names, Christine. What does Barack think ? ``

'' Ironically, it means 'white one .'Why, are you a fan of his ? ``

'' Who is n't ? '' Rory replied. `` If I had my way, I 'd ... '' She shut her mouth with an almost audible sound, then said, `` Sorry. ``

'' No, no, go ahead, '' Christine told her. `` What would you do if you had your way ? ``

Rory blushed under the soft sodium glow of the streetlight.

'' Well, '' she said, `` let 's just say that, if I had my way, he would have his way. And, to be politically faulty and oil and risk sounding like a racist, he 'd cause it in coon. ``

Christine laughed, a light charming sound that made Rory laugh too.

'' I know, I 'm bad, '' she said.

'' What bad ? '' Christine said with a shrug. `` So you 're into a handsome, hunky Joseph Black guy. There 's nada improper with that. And if you 're gon na dig black guy rope, he 's definitely the one to dig. '' She tilted her head slightly. `` Have you ever made it with a black guy ? ``

'' No, but it 's one of my doting fantasy. One I actually plan to act out one of these solar day. Probably not with Senator Obama, but, you know. ``

'' Hey, he 'd be a sap to turn you down, even if it would be political self-annihilation. ``

'' Aw, thanks, '' Rory said. `` I think. '' She paused thoughtfully. `` I 'm variety of surprised, though. ``

'' Cool, '' Christine said. `` What are you surprised about ? ``

'' fountainhead, that you would be into guys. I mean, this stead, '' Rory waved a hand in the direction of the Night nightspot, `` is a gay office, right ? ``

'' Sure is. But what makes you think I 'm only into guy rope ? ``

'' Oh, right. I guess I had n't thought of that. ``

'' Are you only into guys, Loreli ? Cause if you are, I guess I could be wondering what you 're doing here. ``

Rory shrugged and said, `` This was the only if berth that I could come up that was unresolved. But, you know, I could be ... well, I am straight, but ... well ... I guess I could be, you know, interested. In ... you know ... ''

'' In me ? '' Christine asked, suddenly yet casually moving very close. She put her bridge player on Rory 's rose hip and nearly touched noses with her. She was about two inch taller than Rory and had to look down at her. Rory had to look up, and as she did she could sense Christine 's big business firm dope barely brushing against hers. She also realized she was form of holding her breath a little.

'' I guess so, '' she said. `` I mean ... I guess so. ``

'' I think it would be awing, '' Christine said. Now she did touch her pry to Rory 's, and then she kissed her, lightly, on the lips. `` Wan na come abode with me ? ``

'' Actually, I should be getting back to my hotel room. I 've got a big day tomorrow. ``

'' OK, we 'll go to your place. ``

'' That 's not exactly what I meant ... '' Rory said, but Christine already had her by the hand and was leading her down the sidewalk, away from the Nox club.

'' Where we going, Loreli ? '' she asked, but she seemed to not even get word when Rory said, `` Well, we 're obviously not going straight. ``

*****

Christine chattered most of the way back to Rory 's hotel room ; she was a cartoonist, she said, working for an advertising firm, but she only did that for a money job, her `` literal fun '' was drawing grownup cartoons for the internet. She could reap just about anything, but mostly she preferred popular Disney characters or dickgirls.

'' Dickgirls ? '' Rory had gotten that Bible in edgewise.

'' Yeah, you know, chicks with dicks. Not transsexuals, creative thinker you, not the great unwashed who used to be lady friend and are now guys, or Guy who are getting endocrine shots. I mean, cleaning lady who are totally women, they have wombs and actual titty and everything, they just have shaft instead of pussies. And before you even say it, '' Christine held up her hand in front of Rory 's face like a traffic cop, `` I know, it 's weirdness to draw stuff like that, but hey, masses draw pictures of full grown men in multi-colored bodysuits and masks all the time and nonentity seems to cogitate that 's unearthly. And do n't ask me why, either, it 's really an antediluvian dubiousness. ``

While Christine went on with the details of her cartooning, Rory considered her situation : she was on the way back to a hotel, in a strange city, with a really chatty missy who 'd already made it clear that she expected ( or at least hoped for ... no, expected ) sex. Lesbian sex. Of course of study, Rory was n't entirely inauspicious to the idea ; she 'd never actually had Lesbian sex with anybody, but she 'd certainly done her share of experimenting in her life : there was that time when she was seven and eight, when she and her friends Ellen and Linnie had all shown each other their hootchies and curiously touched each early ; the time when she was twelve and she and her practiced champion Laura had made out in bed one night during a sleepover ( it was mostly Laura 's idea, and all they 'd really done was French people kiss and fondle each early 's dumbbell ) ; and of course, who could forget the many meter she 'd catch some Z's in the same bed with Paris, especially after she 'd had a lot to drink, and let her college acquaintance kiss her and dry hump her ? So yes, Rory Gilmore had traveled on at least a side route that ran along the Saame route as the Lesbian Highway, even if she had n't actually gone down that mystical boulevard. But was she willing to make that stumble now ? It was a trusted bet that Christine was n't going to finalize for anything LE, and while Rory knew she was leaving Tacoma tomorrow and would most likely never see this young lady again, it still went against her grain to disappoint mortal who was so honestly matter to in her. Rory was a people pleaser. But was she also the case of girl who could do a one night outdoor stage with another daughter ? Another guy, for sure, she 'd done that muckle of times since she 'd started following Senator Obama 's safari. Actually, in that compliments, she was a little bit of a trollop. But this was different. This was a life sentence choice.

They 'd reached the front door of the hotel and Rory decided to just let whatever would befall, take place. Let her clothes dusk where they may.

She led Christine inside, through the lobby and to the elevators. Christine continued to talk, holding forth now on the amazing things she expected to happen if Barack Obama should get elected President. But by the time they reached the top floor she was already onto another, though touch, topic.

'' How big do you intend his gumshoe is ? '' she asked. `` I bet it 's massive. I bet Michelle cried like a tan victim on her marriage night. I bet she sucks it too. She looks like a woman who would nurse dick with a ton of acquirement. And she 's so beautiful, with her glowering skin. Can you ideate what she 'd look like with come all over her fount ? ``

'' This is my way, '' Rory managed to interject, stopping in front end of a door with the identification number 420 on it.

Christine laughed and said, `` Four twenty, that 's funny. '' She gave Rory a surprised look. `` Hey, I 'm a poet. ``

'' Your giving never seem to end, '' Rory said.

She unlocked the door and led Christine into her hotel room. Christine went on talking as she made her way over to the stunt man bed. She plopped down onto it, still jabbering, while Rory went to the mini-bar and poured two glasses of vino. She brought them over to the bed, handed one to Christine, then stood by the position of the bed and sipped hers.

'' Do n't get me wrong, '' Christine was saying, `` I totally dig Hillary DeWitt Clinton, and in a way I 'd like to see her get the nominating address even more than I do Barack. commencement charwoman President and all that. But I think we need some new rip in the White theatre. ``

'' Some new aphrodisiacal African-American ancestry, '' Rory said, sort of surprising herself. `` Not that that 's why I 'm with his press corps. I honestly believe in the thing Senator Obama is saying about the centering our area needs to contain. But I guess I feel the Lapp way you do. I mean, about getting individual new in capital of the United States. And as long as whoever we elect is n't just another Saint George W. Bush crony- ''

'' Woah, hold on, pleasant-tasting, '' Christine said, doing the dealings cop affair again, `` I 'm gon na stop you right there. ``

'' Why ? '' Rory asked. `` Are you a closet Bushie ? ``

'' Of course not. At least, not in the political sense. But, you know, Dubbya is our chairperson, and deserves to be treated with a certain amount of respectfulness. I mean, it 's not like he 's an evil guy, or anything, he 's honestly trying to do his best for our rural area. ``

'' You 'd like to give suck him off too, would n't you ? ``

Instead of answering, Christine took a yearn drinkable of her wine. Then she said, `` You know, Loreli, I 'm really getting tired of you always drawing me into these hanker political discussions. What say we forget about politics and make out ? ``

Rory shrugged and, surprising herself again, said, `` okay by me. ``

She got onto the bed and Christine moved over a bit to make way for her. They sat facing each other, their pegleg tucked under them. Rory waited for Christine to realize the first move and Christine showed absolutely no hesitancy in taking the lead. She brought her hands up and touched the position of Rory 's case as she leaned closer. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes half-closed, just as she 'd done in straw man of the Silverstone. Rory closed her eye too, and in the following mo she felt Christine 's rim once again touching her own. They pressed gently but firmly, and Rory heard herself make a slaked murmuring strait through her nozzle. Then she felt Christine 's tongue and she parted her rim. The easygoing wet affair pushed confidently into Rory 's lip, began exploring, while one of Christine 's hands lighted on Rory 's pass on breast. Rory automatically brought her own handwriting up, wrapped her fingers around Christine 's wrist, but she did n't displume the girl 's hired man away. Instead, she murmured again, and accepted the fact that she was going to be having a lesbian experience after all.

Christine 's early hand found its way to the small of Rory 's back, and in the next moment she was turning Rory 's body slightly and guiding her down onto the bed. Rory went with it, falling gently onto her back, her iniquity hair spilling all about her head. Christine lay on top of her, nudged her legs apart and settled herself between them. She was still kissing her, pushing her knife in and out of her mouth, while her helping hand worked to get Rory 's blouse unbuttoned. Rory tried to avail her but Christine just lightly batted her hands away, so she settled for wrapping her limb around Christine and caressing her back.

She turned her brass to the side, her heart still closed, and let Christine snog her impudence as she got the buttons undone. Then Christine began fumbling with the clasp on her bra ; fortunately it fastened in the front man, so all she had to do was get the cups apart, which proved to be a fairly unproblematic thing for her. As soon as Rory 's bra was open and her smallish breasts were bared Christine had her manus on them, cupping and caressing them. Rory slid her own hired hand up under Christine 's shirt, moving her fingers over Christine 's still warm skin.

okay, she thought to herself, this is n't so bad. In fact, it 's pretty awesome. Much better than those nutcase fumblings and humpings with Paris.

Christine moved her lips down to Rory 's chest and began kissing them. She took one of her nipples between her lip and gently sucked on it, sending a rocket of pleasure shooting through Rory 's body.

Oh man, Rory thought, I could really get into this. I might actually wish being a lez.

At the same time that she sucked on Rory 's breast Christine sent one deal down to the fly on Rory 's pants, deftly unfastened the button, then slid her hand down inside. She maneuvered her finger's breadth under the sash of Rory 's underwear, then down through her pubic hair until she found the girl 's pussy lips. She touched her gently, almost tentatively, sliding her fingers through her whisker and between her rim as she continued to fluff Rory 's nipples.

'' Oh, '' Rory murmured, feeling a warm up glowing whizz spread through her body. She closed her eyes and sighed, and a small smile played on her thin brim. She was still caressing Christine 's back, but now she brought her hands up and began to run her fingers through the young woman 's brilliantly orange hair. It was a lot softer and silkier than she 'd expected.

Christine continued to work on Rory for another minute or so, then abruptly stopped and got up on her knees. She almost yanked at Rory 's bloomers, pulling them, along with her underwear, down to her second joint. Rory tried to sit up to help her out but Christine wordlessly put her hand on Rory 's forehead and, gently, pushed her back down ; she could do this by herself. She switched to Rory 's skid and windsock, got them off quickly, then returned to her pant and underclothing, which also came off in something close-fitting to record time. Then Christine pulled off her own top, revealing the most remarkable bosom Rory Gilmore had ever seen.

'' Holy headlamp, Batman, '' she said, her heart wide. `` Your dope are, like, perfect. ``

'' Naw, not really, '' Christine said, feigning abashment. She cupped her chest in her script, caressed them lightly. `` They are pretty nice, though. If I do say so myself. ``

'' You do n't let to say so, I can see. ``

'' You really dig em, huh, Loreli ? '' Christine stuck her thorax out a little. `` You can feel em if you want. mightiness as well, since you just stepped all over my momentum. ``

'' Yeah, drab about that, '' Rory said. `` I was really getting into it. ``

'' I 'll forgive you this fourth dimension. Now, go ahead and cop your feel so I can get back to business. ``

Rory, feeling strangely obedient, reached up and touched Christine 's astonishing white meat. They were warm and firm, and so bombastic and round. She 'd never felt breast like this before. Her own breasts were nice, but they were smaller, and a little sharpen. Paris 's breasts were okay too, though nothing to get worked up about. But these ... these were some truly amazing breasts. It was suddenly no longer a mystery to her why woman became lesbians.

'' Jeepers, '' Rory said, her voice clearly filled with awe.

Christine giggled, then grasped Rory 's wrists and pulled her handwriting away.

'' That 's adequate for now, '' she said. `` If you 're a in effect girlfriend, I 'll let you dally with them later. ``

'' Awww, '' Rory said, frowning.

'' Hush now. I 'm in the humor for a midnight snack, and I see something I really really wan na eat. ``

Rory could n't help but laugh.

'' You sound like a lady friend in a pornography picture, '' she said.

'' Oh, so you 've seen my oeuvre, '' Christine said. She moved down on the bed a little, positioned herself between Rory 's astray spread legs. `` fountainhead, now you 're gon na see my best work. ``

With that she lowered her head down between Rory 's legs and kissed her pussy. She held Rory 's smooth thin thigh in her hands and began to lap up her, sliding her tongue slowly up and down over the girlfriend 's netherlips. Rory gasped, both in surprisal and pleasure. She lay her head back on the pillow, nearly grinning as Christine continued to clobber and lap at her. The warm glowing whiz she 'd felt before returned, this time with a vengeance ; this time it was more like a attack that had started out small but was quickly building into a conflagration. She could sense it surging all through her, spreading out from her womb to every role of her body, humming through her clappers, warming her human body, hardening her nipples. Rory heard herself sighing and moaning, and did n't recall she 'd ever sounded so sexually proud of before.

'' William Tell me, baby, '' Christine mumbled into Rory 's pubic tomentum as she licked and sucked and brought the girl closer and finisher to release. `` Tell me all about it. ``

Rory cried out, her optic shut tight and her sass afford in a perfect tense O as her body trembled. She felt one, then another, then another sexual climax spilling through her, crashing through her body just like giant waves.

'' Did you like that, Loreli ? '' Christine asked.

Rory figured it was a rhetorical doubtfulness but she answered it anyway, saying, `` Heck, yeah. I think that was the in force orgasm I 've ever had in my life. And believe me, I 've had some doozies. ``

'' I 'll bet you have. '' Christine paused to playfully rub her small nose in Rory 's pubic tomentum, then said, `` But like BTO once said, you ai n't seen nothin yet. ``

'' Let me guess, '' Rory said, still somewhat out of breather. `` You have a fourteen inch double-headed vibrating dildo that dispenses Johnny Cash. ``

Christine laughed and said, `` in effect one, Gilmore. I 'm gon na have got to remember that one. No, what I got for you is even better than that. '' She paused again, then said, `` Except I do n't have any hard cash, you whore. ``

It was Rory 's turn of events to gag. Christine pushed herself up onto her bridge player and knees, then got up on just her knees, and started to unfasten the fly on her jeans. The look in her eyes, which Rory could n't help but notice, was one of undisguised lust. This young lady really wanted her. Rory also could n't help but take another gander at Christine 's tit. They truly were awesome. She decided it would be worth it, whatever Christine had in shop for her future, if she could just get another probability to touch them. Maybe even suck on her nipples.

'' I think it 's functionary, Christine, '' she said. `` I think I 've just become a tribade. ``

'' Not so fast, Loreli, '' Christine said. Her spokesperson was oddly low, almost timid in its tenor. `` wait public treasury you see this. ``

She pulled her zipper down slowly, then opened her fly and reached in. She seemed to be digging at her pubic pilus, then in the next moment she brought her handwriting back out. And with it was a farseeing hard cock. At for the first time Rory thought it was a shoulder strap on, but then she narrowed her eyes, looked more closely.

'' Yikes, '' she said, the greenback of surprise in her voice mingling with admiration. `` That matter is real. ``

'' You bet your bippy it is, '' Christine said. She smiled down at Rory as she slowly stroked her fingers up and down the thick hard shaft. `` Fully functional, too. ``

'' So, you 're really a guy ? '' Rory asked.

'' No, I 'm not. I 'm all female child. wellspring, mostly young lady. retrieve what I told you, about the draftsmanship I do ? Chicks with dicks ? fountainhead, that 's what I am. I 'm not a tranny, not a epicene person. I was born a girlfriend, with a womb and real nipple and everything. I just have a tool instead of a kitty. It 's an reliable medical precondition, you can depend it up. Later, though, if you do n't bear in mind. I 'm kind of in the middle of something right now. ``

She lowered herself on top of Rory 's torso, her unbelievable boob hanging directly above Rory 's side. She supported herself with one hand while with the other she guided her cock up to the lips of Rory 's pussy.

'' holy Moley, '' Rory said. She reached up and touched Christine 's breasts, caressing them reverently. `` This is literally the best of both cosmos. '' She lifted her drumhead up from the pillow to pass one of Christine 's white meat a kiss. `` Can I play with them ? ``

'' You can do whatever you want to em, '' Christine said, her voice low and beefy. But still really womanly. She adjusted her placement slightly, then began to push her shaft into Rory 's pussy.

Rory felt the associate maven of a nice big dick entering her, and she gasped with the pleasance of it. At the same time she was cognizant of Christine 's clear woman 's system of weights on top of her, nothing like a man 's weight unit, and of class the beautiful white meat in the decoration of her hands. As she luxuriated in the tactile sensation of a shaft sliding into her she kissed and licked at Christine 's hardening mamilla, and thought to herself, This is sort of like a triplet, only with two citizenry. And way more awesome.

She was n't entirely sure how to fellate on a lady friend 's tit ; she 'd never actually done it before, despite Paris 's repeated requests. She figured, though, that it could n't be too different from sucking on a dick ; just use the brim and tongue, and only use the dentition for the occasional titillating frisson. That was how she liked to have her knocker sucked, anyway. Her clit too, for that topic. So that was what she did, and as she worked delicately on Christine 's nipples she noticed that they really did appear to be reliable female nipples. And the peel of Christine 's boobs, so legato and creamy. And the pinhead themselves, so perfectly firm. There was no doubt about, Christine was one hundred pct woman.

Or, as she 'd said so herself : well, mostly.

And the part of Christine that was n't a woman was really doing a figure on her. Christine had it all the way in now, and as she murmured and caressed Rory 's shadow haircloth she began to locomote it back out, then back in again, slowly, so slowly, seemingly cautious at first, but then with a deliberate and luxurious rhythm.

'' I love fucking little girl, '' Christine breathed. `` Sticking my dick in their hot minuscule pussies and fucking them while they suck on my tits. You like sucking my tits, Loreli ? ``

'' Mmm, '' Rory replied, her oral fissure filled with one of Christine 's grueling footling nipples.

'' You like my dick ? ``

'' Mmmhmm. ``

Christine continued to fuck Rory, saying short as she began to quicken her pace. She gasped when Rory started to nibble on her nipple, and lowered the top half of her body so that her breasts were practically mashed against Rory 's cheek. Both girls began to moan and sigh with pleasure as the intensity of the lovemaking increased. Christine began fucking Rory harder, and harder, and Rory wrapped her slender legs around Christine 's waistline. She embraced her too, and pressed her olfactory organ into the flabby warm well of chassis between Christine 's bosom. She kissed her smooth cutis and licked her even as she began to feel another wave of pleasure building inside of her. And this one promised to be even considerably than the cobbler's last one.

'' Oh fuck ! '' Rory cried out, lapsing into what was for her a rare occurrent of gutter speech. She could n't help oneself it ; the things that were happening within her were too immense, too brilliant and beautiful. She felt her back talk turn into a helpless grin as her soundbox trembled and shook with orgasm. She cried out again, loud and farsighted as the pleasure spilled everywhere inside, with no idea of what she might be saying ; for all she knew she was speaking in tongues.

Christine too was making disturbance that signaled she was getting close to her climax, and she was fucking Rory even more intensely now, her big breasts bouncing in Rory 's grimace. Finally, she let out a long odoriferous schoolgirlish groan and pulled her shaft out of Rory 's pussy. She moved up so that her knees were on either side of Rory 's body and positioned her shaft above the girl 's chest. She started to stroke herself quickly, but Rory suddenly said, `` Oh, let me ! '' She gripped Christine 's hanker throbbing cock in her hand and started to twitch it off. Within moments Christine began to come, spurting huge milky jets. There was a lot of it, and it landed in watery ball all over Rory 's face. It got in her dark glossy hair too, and when Rory opened her utter some of it dropped right down onto her natural language. She swallowed the stuff quite willingly, and even brought her heading up from the pillow to lick and suck more than of it off the end of Christine 's still pumping dick.

When she was finally fagged Christine seemed to deflate. She fell to the side, then lay down following to Rory on the bed. Rory immediately turned and embraced her and kissed her cheek. Christine turned her fountainhead and they kissed on the lips, then Christine began to solve some of her own come from Rory 's fount. They began to french kiss, swapping the cum and swirling it all around their tongues and sassing. Finally, Christine broke away and said, `` intercept it, already. You 're gon na get me in the humour again. ``

'' That would n't be such a bad thing, '' Rory said. `` In fact, it sounds like a solid plan. '' She leaned over Christine 's paunch and slipped Christine 's still hard cock into her oral cavity. She sucked on it vigorously and Christine rested her hand on top of Rory 's head, saying, `` Oh, you bad bad young lady. ``
It took a spell, but Rory finally managed to get Christine to get along. Rory took it all in this time, swallowing every drop. When she was finished she gave the principal of Christine 's gumshoe a picayune kiss, then fell back onto the bed, exhausted.

'' Oh man, '' she said. But she was too tired to say anything more.

Christine was tired too. She turned on her side and draped her arm over Rory 's belly, and in the next few minutes both girls were vocalize asleep.

*****

They were both shocked awake by Rory 's alarm clock clock, which went off promptly at six a.m. Rory immediately leaped from the bed and began scrambling to get dressed ; Christine just turned over and covered her point with a pillow.

Once she had nigh of her clothes on Rory shook Christine 's shoulder and said, `` Hey, we got ta go. I 'm probably going to be late as it is. ``

Christine 's only response was a stifle mumble. Rory pulled the pillow off her drumhead and shouted directly into her ear, `` Get up ! '' Christine jolted awake, electrical shock and surprise on her typeface, and said, `` Jeez, Loreli. ``

'' well, I 'm sorry, '' Rory said, bustling around the room again, `` but I really have to leave as soon as I can. The crowd wo n't hold back for me very long, and the Senator 's political campaign wo n't waitress at all. ``

'' Oh, decently, I forgot, '' Christine said as she tried to drag herself out of bed. `` You 're the next Walter Cronkite. ``

'' Hey, do n't knock my Bruno Walter, '' Rory said. She plopped her butt down on the bed and began putting on shoes. `` He was one of the heavy goggle box newsman of his day. ``

'' Uh huh. '' Christine scratched her head ; where had she tossed her pant ?

Rory got her shoes on, then stood to wind up fastening buttons on her clothes. She noticed Christine just standing there, stark naked, with her weenie hanging down between her pegleg and her big beautiful boobs nearly within grabbing distance.

'' Oh, sweetie, '' she said, `` you 're gon na have to put some clothes on, sanction ? You 're killin me. ``

Christine clicked her lingua and rolled her eyes, then started to get dressed. In another twenty minutes both girl were dressed and Rory had her grip packed. Christine was sitting by the window, smoking a cigaret and looking a footling depressed.

'' You sure you ca n't just enamor up with your buddies later ? '' she asked.

'' They 're not my sidekick, '' Rory answered, `` they 're my co-worker. Although a few of them are kind of buddyish. But no, Christine, I 'm sorry, but this is my job. I have to go. ``

'' I 'm gon na lose you, Loreli. ``

'' Awww. '' Rory crossed the way and hugged Christine. `` I 'm gon na drop you too. And not just cause, you know, you have a gizmo. '' She drew back and held Christine 's brass in her handwriting. `` You 're a lot of fun, Christine. You make me laugh and find unspoilt about myself. You 've shown me that unfamiliar worlds, even the ones you never knew existed, do n't have to be scary. Plus, you kind of opened my centre about the whole lesbian question. ``

'' Oh, so you 're a lesbian now ? Did I do that ? ``

Rory laughed and said, `` No, not a lesbian, but I 'm sure going to look into it. A good newsperson always follows a square atomic number 82. Maybe I 'll go a bisexual. You would n't happen to know where I can get the application, do you ? ``

Christine laughed too, then pecked Rory on the nose.

'' You 're awesome, Loreli. And, lesbian or not, I think you should add up back to Tacoma some time to visit me. Or incite in with me. Whichever comes first. ``

'' I just might do that. But I have to do this campaign first. ``

'' Yeah, I understand, '' Christine said. `` And I suppose it wo n't be so bad. The election 's only nine months away. That 's not so long to be a campaign widow. ``

'' And when I do derive back, '' Rory said, `` you can contribute me an consultation about what it 's like to be a young lady with a whoozit. I could probably sell the clause to The Advocate. ``

'' I 'll give you more than just an interview, you tramp. ``

Rory 's cell phone suddenly buzzed and she pulled away from Christine to answer it :

'' Hello ? ... yeah, yeah, I 'm on my ... Yes, I 'm on my way, do n't leave without me ... '' Then Rory got a feel on her face like she 'd just had a very bright idea. `` Um, on second thought, go ahead and leave alone without me. I 've got a little bit of bare business that ca n't wait, so ... yeah, I know, but ... yeah, I know, but I ... oh, go be intimate yourself. ``

And with that Rory hung up.

'' Wow, Gilmore, '' Christine said. `` Do n't tell me you just got fired on my account. ``

'' No, they do n't have the grapes to kindle me. They are pretty red cent mad, though. But I do n't care. I 'll catch up with them when I feel like it. ``

'' So, what unfinished line of work do you have ? ``

'' This, '' Rory said, and she dropped down to her knees. She deftly opened Christine 's fly and took out her cock, then sucked it until Christine came. Rory swallowed her come, then kissed the head before putting Christine 's stopcock back in her pants. When she stood up again Christine took her in her arms and kissed her once more.

'' You serious festinate back, Loreli, '' she said.

'' I will, '' Rory replied.

The girls kissed once more, then Rory grabbed up her old bag and they left the hotel. There was a taxi right out front and Rory got into it, blew a kiss and waved to Christine, and said goodbye. Christine waved back as she watched the taxi move down the street. And as it turned the corner onto Thirteenth Street, she said softly, to herself, `` When you do hail back, Loreli, I wo n't be firmly to find ; I 'll be the doll with the prick and the eyes red from weeping too long. ''