Epiphanies Ch. 11-12

EPIPHANIES

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Another combination of chapters. This installment is listed under interracial love because chapter 12 is all about that and it's the longer of the two. Chapter 11 belongs under toys and masturbation.

Chapter 11

(Peeking in with our sexy lady cop)

I bit my lower lip and then I bit the bullet. I called the limo guy.

"Hello?" I heard his deep voice. I also heard seagulls a little wind whistle across his phone.

"Mister Donelli? It's Officer Windsong from last night."

"Ah... Julia is it?" He said. "How are you?"

"I'm fine thank you..." He remembered my name!

"And please, call me Dave."

"Yes of course, Dave..." I hesitated for a beat then let it pour out: "Listen, I couldn't help but get the impression that you were coming on to me last night."

"Nolo contendere," he said slowly with the hint of a chuckle. I don't normally get wet over a civilian using legalese at me but in this case I made an exception.

I chuckled back. "I was thinking we could maybe have coffee somewhere tomorrow after I get off."

"Well I'm having guests over but you're welcome to join us."

"Oh, I wouldn't want..." Shit fuck.

"Look Julia... about last night." Redirection much? Yet somehow I felt uplifted by it.

"Yes?"

"I've been thinking about you since then."

"You have?" Wow. Okay... behave lady parts, behave.

"Yes," I said. "You have an incredibly stressful job, at least one child and an ex-husband who rubs you up and down the wrong way. How you cope, I could not fathom."

"That's a question I face every day." With the help of a growing collection of sex toys lately.

"I want to help," he said.

"I don't see how," I said. Well I could but it wouldn't be polite to say--yet.

"You're amazing," he said. "Would you like to be able to set it all aside and just be? If only for a little while?"

I laughed. "Good trick if you could pull that off."

"I think I can... eventually."

"'Eventually?'" Shit again. This conversation was a fucking roller coaster.

"Yes but I first have to earn your trust." I said. "And I would like very much for you to come tomorrow."

"Well I suppose..."

"Did I mention there's going to be cookies?" I said. "Fresh baked cookies."

"You bake?" Vision of hot guy in only an apron with the hint of a tent pole going on and maybe oven mitts holding a pan of cookies....

"No, I have been strenuously warned against attempting it by the eponymous Betsy."

"Your sister, right?" No aprons with tent poles then. Oh well.

"Ah, you remember!" His surprise was obviously feigned but I didn't care. "She's going to drop some off tomorrow because I promised my guests cookies."

"I'm sure there's a story there," I said. "But I'm beginning to think that's a frequent occurrence around you."

"We try." More smiley voice. "My guests are coming at two."

"That would be good for me," I said. "I can get home and change into something nice."

"I'm sure it will be lovely," he said. "Anyways the time is plus or minus a chunk so don't be concerned about it for yourself."

"Okay then."

"Okay then." Geez, we were like teenagers.

"One of us should hang up," I said.

"On three," he said.

"Three... two... one." Beep.

Fuck I was horny and I couldn't do a thing about it. Billy's dad was due to pick him up and I had to get him ready. I briefly considered ex sex but that would be a very very bad idea.

Bill was a vigorous lover and I really enjoyed the feel of his cock inside me. But it was always the same: some obligatory oral and then missionary until both of us had cum. He always made sure of that at least. But I was faking it a lot near the end. And the fucker had divorced me over pound or so of silicone rubber! Or whatever.

So I checked on Billy and helped him re-button his uniform. The doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," Mom yelled.

Down the stairs we trooped. Bill was there in the entry, standing tall. I reconsidered the ex sex.

"Ready to go sport?"

"Okay Daddy." Bill slung the kid over his shoulder like he always did and turned to the door.

"Uh... Bill?"

"Yes?" He stopped but didn't turn back to me.

"I want to apologize about last night," I said. "That 'Tonto' crack was way out of line."

"Not a problem."

"You're a good dad and I want you to know I will be as flexible with times as I can. Within reason."

"Uh... thanks. 'preciate it." He went out the door.

Mom and I had a nice companionable lunch of chicken sandwiches. I think she knew I was antsy about something but didn't say anything. Not our family way. We just waited each other out until it felt right to talk.

I took a nap in the afternoon and woke to the smell of Mom's Irish stew in the slow cooker. We had a nice dinner. I tried to use up my nervous energy cleaning the kitchen but it was no use.

"Mom, I'm gonna get ready for work," I called to the parlor.

"Okay!" She turned up the volume on the TV. Smart lady my Mom.

I went up to my room and laid out my uniform, workday bra and panties, and my HAIX Black Eagle Athletic Lows. Not the most feminine ensemble but hey, I'm a cop, it's what I do. Almost put me off the horny-high I was feeling about tomorrow.

Almost.

I stripped and threw my things in the hamper. I rummaged in there and pulled out a nearly fresh towel to drape over my deep blue chase lounge. No sense in using a clean towel just for this. Next I pulled out the box of toys from the top shelf of my closet.

Decisions decisions.

Rooting through my collection of Twenty-first Century wonders of sex toy engineering, I settled on "Mister Quickie," a battery powered multi-function massager. Just the thing as I only had thirty minutes or so.

I sprawled on my lounge and clicked MQ to setting three, my favorite. Closing my eyes, I got to work.

Shit.

I wasn't getting anywhere. This happened a lot when I tried to force it. It felt cold and clinical and oh so lonely.

I scrunched myself into one corner of the lounge and threw a leg over the other arm. I was stretched wide open, wantonly inviting to anyone stepping through my bedroom door which was--wide open!

I almost jumped up and closed the door but I could hear the rerun of Hawaii Five-Oh playing downstairs and knew how Mom loved Jack Lord. I was safe as houses.

Even if Mom wandered upstairs she wouldn't make a fuss. She'd just close the door.

Besides, it felt naughty to leave the door open. I needed some naughtiness right about now.

I reset my toy to one, the gentlest, and began applying it to my inner thighs. Going straight to the cunt had been a mistake. While I eased it along my skin I closed my eyes again and started running a slide show in my head.

David Donelli standing on a dock down my the river in gym shorts and sweaty T-shirt talking to me on the phone. The sky was blue with racing clouds and seagulls hovering. Behind him, across the river in Camden, I could see the Battleship New Jersey with its big guns. I smiled at the Freudian imagery and felt myself loosening up, getting wet.

That's the ticket. Setting two. The bulbous head was up against my outer lips. It felt good. It felt even better when I pressed down, reaching my inner lips. These protested by making a weird wet noise. I've heard it all before and paid no mind.

I zeroed in on Dave's face. Those eyes. Those smiling eyes...

I panned down slowly past his smirking lips to his lantern chin and below. I lingered on his broad chest all sweaty and no doubt smelling like heaven to a sex starved woman.

Setting three. I jerked a little at first contact against my sex. It wasn't the first time. It's like jumping into a cold lake. You get used to it. But not too much....

Still further down his body, passing the gap of exposed skin on his belly with its narrow band of sparse black hair promising more below, I came to his goldenrod colored shorts tenting just a little from our conversation.

Motion. What the fuck? A feminine hand reached into the frame.

I zoomed out. Wow.

Picture this: In a movie poster stance David Donelli stood legs wide on the docks of Philadelphia with the scudding clouds and soaring gulls and the sixteen inch wonders of Big J raised high. Sprawled on ground at his feet was a woman with one arm wrapped around his thigh and the other hand clutching his dangling cock like a lifeline. She was naked, in broad daylight, her red hair blowing in the wind.

Me.

I came. Not an Earth Shattering Kaboom but a belly quaking release I would have called my best ever until last night.

I'm not usually a squirter but I do sometimes gush a bit. Thank goodness for the towel.

I showered and got ready for my shift.

Chapter 12

(Deep discussions, getting airtight, some road head and just a smidge of retconning for artistic effect)

I am not going to bite my lip. I am not going to bite my lip. Ever since Mort pointed out that I tend to do that when I was deep in thought, deeply aroused, or deeply into anything; even though he said it was cute as fuck; I became self conscious about it.

We were driving north on I-95 just passing Smithfield, North Carolina. The AC was already having trouble keeping up with the sunlight pouring through the windshield and I had my bare toes up against the vents on the dash of the rental car. I felt so trashy doing that but I suspect my fiance found it endearing. The big fucker found everything I did endearing.

I asked "Daddy, am I racist?"

I looked over at him. He glanced at me wide eyed for maybe a millisecond and then went back to scanning the traffic ahead like he expected some trunk to pop open and somebody launch an RPG at us or something. That's my Mort.

He accelerated and we swerved from the blowjob lane to the third to pass a semi with a big old Amazon Prime smile on its flank. Then we went back to the outside and slowed down just a hair.

I just kept watching him. Waiting. Easter Island Moai could not compete with his poker face at this moment. Finally he puffed out a big breath and said "Mort."

I was confused. "I'm sorry...."

"Genevieve, if we're going to talk about this, it will be outside the dynamic."

"Oh... okay... Mort. Am I?"

"No, I don't think so" he said. "At least not more than anyone else. We are all sinners before the Lord."

"But I'm attracted to you because you're black."

"And because it will... let's say... deeply offend your parents when they find out?"

"It's gonna shock the fuck out of them." I grinned at that thought, then I bit my lip. Shit.

"Two separate things."

"Come again?"

"Remember Atlanta?"

Did I! We drove up to Atlanta from the post to get a safe distance--keeping it "fifty miles from the flagpole" as they say. We then partied with three of Mort's college buddies. From the moment I got down on all fours and was lead into the parlor naked on a leash I was in heaven. "Ummm yesss."

"You made sure you connected with my friends. You treated them like people, not like walking talking sex toys. I was proud of you."

"Aww...."

"You spent fifteen minutes talking credit score management with JoJo." Mort said. "He never shuts up about that shit."

"Baby it's important! If we're gonna--"

Mort raised a finger. I shut up.

"You are attracted to my beautiful black skin just like my little sister Carmella has the screaming hots for that Cavill dude." He glanced over at me. "Like I have for those blue peepers of yours.

"We're attracted to something exotic to our haplogroup or some such. It is what it is."

"I don''t think it's that simple," I said.

"No it's not" he agreed. "A big part is also my second point."

"What's that?"

"Genevieve you are the most transgressive woman I have ever met."

"Uh... thanks?"

"You so love doing naughty things."

Well yeah, I'm all about the naughty.

"So it's not that you think white people or black people are better or worse, or that they shouldn't do the nasty together, it's that you really like to piss off the people who do. Remember when you were airtight and JoJo was feeding his cock and he started talking about you not wanting any 'little white worms' anymore?"

Holy shit yeah I remembered. We had decided to do a full on load test of our dynamic by arranging my first ever gangbang. We figured rather than build up to it we should rip the bandage off. So off to Atlanta we went. We got a suite at the Carlton and socialized with Mort's buddies over Heinies in the outer room while I built up my nerve. When I was ready I went to the bedroom and stripped. Mort put the leash and collar on me and led me back out.

JoJo, Jimmy and John stood when I crawled in and gathered around me. So it was pretty much the typical porno scene with three black guys standing around cute little blonde me while I sucked each off in turn while jerking at the other two. But then Mort had me stand, address each one by name, kiss them and undress them. I even had to fold their duds and tuck their socks in their shoes. I mean like really working the dynamic.

But Mort isn't entirely a micro manager you know, he can delegate. "Tell them how you want them Baby Girl."

So I had Jimmy lie flat on the floor so I could squat down on him and invited John to work his way into my ass. Or was it John on the floor and Jimmy in my ass? I still get those two a bit confused. They were both so quiet and polite--until they got their cocks in you.

Then together we were was a squirming three headed monster grunting and screeching like the hardest of hard core porn. But it wasn't fake baby, not in the least. Who was doing what when wasn't clear. I was totally overwhelmed feeling so full of their meat.

Then JoJo stuck his entirely adequate penis into my mouth and started talking about the superior endowment of African American males, I rolled my eyes. While I was tempted to spit him out and tell him about Mort's ranger buddy Dave "Tripod" Donelli, Mort walked over and quietly told JoJo to "lay off the racial shit man."

JoJo nodded and said "sorry bro, I thought that's what she wanted."

"It's cool," Mort said as he gave his chubby accountant friend a quick man hug.

I said something snarky about male bonding and getting back to the task at hand. Or maybe I didn't. I was stuffed in three holes and things were getting a even more fuzzy because right about then the orgasms started.

If not for JoJo's dick gagging me, the guests in the other rooms would certainly have complained of the noise. I was out of it, completely, mindlessly letting everything go. I don't remember much beyond the mind wallowing in the pleasure until I came to naked in my daddy's lap while he caught up with his buds on this and that.

Afterward we decided the experiment was a qualified success. It was something we, meaning me, could not handle that kind of balls to the walls sex on a daily, weekly or even monthly basis. I was walking funny for a week after. I was talking funny for three days! But oh man was our dynamic solid.

Being naked in front of Mort's friends was so... so... hot? Satisfying? Right where I belonged?

Speaking of friends....

"Mort sweetie, you were going to call Dave?"

"Oh shit babe...." He pulled his phone off it's magnet holder, one of those you clip into the vent on the dash, and threw it into my lap. I unlocked it--we trust each other that much--looked for "Dave" but found him under "Tripod" and called. I put the phone on speaker and back on its holder. Then I reached for Mort's fly.

The phone rang three times and then...

"Ho ranger buddy, 'sup?" He was breathing just a little hard and you could hear the patter of his feet as he ran. He was outdoors somewhere. Seagulls?

"Tripod!" Mort's eyes lit up. "Hey remember how you're gonna be my best man?"

I leaned over and started fishing out Mort's cock.

Here's the thing: tall guys are way easier to suck off in the car because their seat will be back and you got more room between him and the steering wheel. But I wish car designers wold keep fellatio in mind when they design the center counsel. Or maybe they do, the fucking prudes. But I digress.

Dave was responding "Uh... yeah."

"Well Baby Girl and I have decided to elope." I captured Mort's beautiful purple head with my lips.

"Wow that's great man." He sounded genuinely pleased. "Congratulations."

Because I had ample room I was able to run my tongue up and down the Mort's shaft as he said "I'm taking two weeks leave while we get the paperwork done."

"Just tell me when and where bro." Back over the top I wend and down onto him.

"Uh that's the thing," Mort said. "We figure the easiest thing for you would be to get married there."

"'There' as in here?" Oh shit. I mean we were really being assholes springing this on the guy like this. I almost stopped sucking Mort to get involved.

"Yeah, we're heading your way now." Now was not the time to stick my tongue in his pee hole.

"Now?" Dave sounded like someone had just stuck their tongue in his pee hole. I took Mort's dick out of my mouth and looked up.

"Well tomorrow." Mort looked down at me shame faced. "Probably in the afternoon some time. Can you put us up?"

"Shit man, you know I can't refuse you." Okay then. Back to the task at hand.

"We can get a hotel--" Yeah, the forthcoming answer to that was so obvious.

"No you can't, because I insist." Yep. What else would he say?

"Okay man, Baby Girl is giving me road head and I'm about to come, so I gotta go." Fibber. He wasn't close.

Dave said "Give her my best."

"You can tell her yourself my man." Mort brought the phone down to my ear. There's a distinctive sound you make when a cock hits the back of your throat. I went for that because why not?

Me: "Gluck, gluckity gluck."

Dave: "Hi Gee!"

"Huyh--glurgh!" I said around a mouthful of cock. Then my ear brushed the phone and ended the call.

"Babe I feel guilty laying this on him so short like."

I took him out of my mouth and looked up again. "I know. Pull over so I can finish you."

He did and I did. I swallowed his cum to keep it off his Dockers or, worse, the rental's upholstery.

As far as rushing things, it wasn't like we had much choice in the matter.

You see an implant is supposed to last up to five years. I got mine when I was eighteen. I'm twenty-three, almost twenty-four. Do the math--'cause you know--I didn't.