DITW 11-18: Passage (Patreon)

This was her sister-in-law’s tongue swathing her skin; her sister-in-law’s mouth enclosing her nipple. Teeth tugging, the soft sounds of sensual breathing, coming from Sophie’s mother, in Sophie’s mother’s bed. A trembling urge to cry—to burst into tears—squeezed her, constrained her innards and tightened her breathing until her temples pounded. Her hands formed fists and pressed into her eyes while Hyun’s tongue traveled her ribs. She’d started this, and now she suffered with her choice. This was the deepest, darkest regret she could conjure. But it was easier to lay prostrate in Hyun’s bed and allow Hyun to pleasure her than the other option of ceasing Hyun’s action and risk wounding her sister-in-law’s delicate trust; her kind heart was at stake.

With gritted teeth and closed and fretting eyes, she endured Hyun’s kisses down her middle, lingering in the flat expanse above her navel. Before tonight, she’d confronted the possibility actions between her and Hyun could escalate, and how to mitigate such a dreadful turn. Yes, she’d been keen to unleash the thing in the bag on the dresser, but things had been different. Josh’s presence had confounded her. Turned the light on in the room and ruined the magic. Now she’d changed her mind, but couldn’t prevent the fire she’d started from spreading.

Hyun’s kisses explored her body, lingering near her middle, loving that expanse of flesh from sternum to the shallow between her hips. Every warm stroke of Hyun’s tongue felt like biblical sin. Hyun was a family member. Hyun was a woman. Hyun was a mother. Hyun was Sophie’s mother.

But stopping Hyun now would be even harder than stopping her before. So she allowed it, her brow condensed in sorrowful furrows as an innocent and beloved woman drew closer to her rotten core. Once Hyun’s sweet mouth tasted the flesh of her sex nothing could be undone. And if it couldn’t be undone, it was better the knot tied even tighter.

She moaned. She writhed. Hyun thumb-stroked her waist.

It was encouragement. Hyun grew bolder and now Kimmy wished she could take it back. She’d hoped upon hope Hyun would fizzle, would never be so bold to put her mouth between Kimmy’s legs without permission. But an uttered moan seemed like acceptable permission to Hyun.

Lower went Sophie’s mother’s mouth, lower, down to the hillock between her thighs. And Hyun wasn’t eager, wasn’t kissing with urgent lust; Hyun played along the wide and rounded edge of mutual pleasure; giving Kimmy the tension of the tease, but exploring parts of Kimmy she’d probably fantasized about, and taking her time with it. By the time Hyun’s breath soughed near the creases between her thighs she realized the writhing of her hips came now unbidden.

When Hyun’s tongue went over the scratch of shaved flesh she moaned again, the writhing slowing so she could raise her hips up. She dug fists deeper into her eyes, trying to bowl her consciousness over backward, trying to exit reality so the physical pleasure Hyun delivered could be unremembered. Then Hyun moaned. And then Kimmy whimpered. Whimpered knowing the only thing she could do now was to tear away, to stop Hyun, to make sense of the evening, to fucking cease and desist this immoral act.

But Hyun was so close. Hyun’s tongue was so close.

She closed her thighs around Hyun’s ears, reached between her legs and stroked her hair. Then opened her thighs again. Opened her thighs and humped her hips; rose her sex to meet Hyun’s mouth. Hyun’s mouth closed around her pussy with a wet and heavenly seal. She gasped and emitted a small squeak. The writhing returned.

She’d surrendered. Hyun’s armies advanced over her hill and when her troops met Hyun’s all their bravado extinguished under the thumb of sexual might. Hyun’s tongue was timid, but the timidity was heaven. Josh was eager and hungry, determined to make her come so he could claim his male victory; but what Hyun did was so different. So incredible.

But this was Sophie’s mother.

More whimpering. From Hyun’s tongue. From the sin.

More from the sin.

For as great as the pleasure was, the sin dwarfed it.

She surrendered further. Abandoned all.

Thunderous skies broke as the rain began to fall; the rolling thunderheads dropped their burden on the upturned face of her shame. Hot-wet passion splashed her skin and roused the dead spirits from under her sun-baked farmland. Her nipples tightened to bursting pain as she thought the worst thought: If Josh could see her now he would die. Josh would pop like a balloon; just an explosion of strawberry jam on the latex eggshell walls. Walking through the apartment doors, bypassing the locks, bringing bolt cutters and wearing the crepe-soled shoes of a jewel thief, getting past the bedroom door, slinking in and witnessing his wife with her legs open and his close cousin’s ex-wife muff diving, both women heaving with ecstasy. He would die.

Hyun was Sophie’s mother.

A sharp cry pierced her throat, and her back arched, hands thrusting out and seeking to claw at the sheet. The sudden erotic thrill of total libertine turpitude rolled over her in an oily swell.

It made her come so hard. It made her explode. Not the pleasure. The sin. The pleasure of the sin. It gave her meaningful iron weight; it provided grandeur. Those thighs closed on Hyun’s sweet head again and she humped and humped, her pelvic floor undulating in a piston’s push-pull of great hydraulic magnitude; grunts chugged in her throat. She was squirting. Hyun working to accommodate the deluge. Her head fell back in the pillow and she flexed and rolled her tummy, continuing to jet her loads into Hyun’s mouth.

The second it was over, she rolled, out of instinct, looking to get out of the way of the shame that would fold over her, fork-press a seal, and bake her in an oven set to hellfire temperature.

But nothing followed her. The thrill of her base corruption, of the corruption’s spread, had fired a bolt into her heart; it delivered an adrenalin shot, a stainless-steel needle into the heart of her darkness; Marlow tracking down Kurtz. Hyun finding her clitoris.

Hyun climbed over her side strewn and folded body. She needed comfort. She needed affection. This was huge. This between them was so big it could crush the whole family.

No, Hyun wasn’t seeking comfort. Hyun sought her nipple, kissing her side and getting her stretching out like a cat. Hyun’s body against hers was all woman. All soft tender flesh; her mouth was small and perfect, the flick of her tongue like a feather. It was incredible.

She ran her fingers through Hyun’s long, silky hair. Smelled her sweet scalp, breathed her in. Feminine. Kind. Floral. Heat.

Her arms went around Hyun and brought her to sit up together. She wanted to kiss Hyun, to be close with her, to connect, but the wide and shimmering sheen on her mouth and cheeks stopped her. Her head came back and her eyes lowered. She giggled and covered her mouth, not saying what she wanted to say: she looked like she won first place at a watermelon-eating contest.

Both her hands cupped the sides of Hyun’s neck. Hyun’s eyes were dark and quivering. And coal-hot with fevered passion.

Kimmy said, “Looks like I came all over your face,” laughing lightly and brushing the backs of her fingers on Hyun’s cheek.

“It’s okay,” Hyun said in a quick, sighing breath, hooping her arms around Kimmy’s neck. “I liked it.”

“You’re dirty—oh, Hyun, you’re so dirty,” she said, growling, lunging teeth to her neck like a vampire. Their chests pressed tight again, Hyun’s soft and feminine tummy squashing against Kimmy’s tight stomach.

When they collapsed to the bed again, it wasn’t the dynamic of man and woman; no male ego looking to affirm command—it was closer than that. Their bond was totally different, though the physical pleasure was simpatico with reproductive copulation. This was like play. Like two friends engaging in dirty play. Her hand sought Hyun’s core, wondering what she would find. What was it like to touch another woman there?

Her hand glided over Hyun’s feathery pelt. Her pubic hair was long and softer than she imagined pubic hair could feel. And in the heart of that nest, Hyun’s vagina was a hot and slippery mess. Hyun gushed. The stroke of her fingers through another woman’s slit had Kimmy’s jaw quivering. Her breaths came fast and shallow. Up and down her hand went through Hyun’s well-greased channel, then she slowed to almost stalling, embedding the pads of her two middle fingers into the deepest cleft in those soaking membranes, easing them inside Hyun. Hyun whimpered, and the sound of her high, pleasured voice condensed Kimmy’s focus to a narrow, predatory point. Hyun buried her face in Kimmy’s bosom and clutched her upper arms, digging in the points of her nails as Kimmy sunk her combined fingers further. Then eased them in and out, Hyun’s tight canal crushing Kimmy’s long fingers.

The roaring sexual frenzy Hyun’s tongue ignited drove a powerful engine; the curious sensation of a woman’s inner walls sucking on her finger at once revolted her somehow and yet ignited jet-fuelled lust. She wanted to consume Hyun, to deliver a tidal wall of pleasure that would wiper hyun across the bed in a gibbering mess of jelly.

“This feels so . . . Unusual; God, Hyun, you’re so wet, so tight.”

Hyun gasped and whimpered, her head falling back, her hair swishing on the bedding. Kimmy bit her neck again, kissed her collar. Sought her nipples. Took one in her mouth as she continued to finger her trembling friend. Hyun was pure and innocent. Kind and sweet. But with two fingers inside her, kimmy could make her say whatever she wanted. Make her do whatever she wanted.

She sucked Hyun’s small but bursting nipple, and withdrew her fingers almost the entire way out, leaving the tips in the shallow of Hyun’s pink, gripping aperture. Her curled-back thumb rubbed circles on the nest of labial folds, working out her swollen bean and rousing it. Hyun’s soft grunts were little submissive squeaks that blew into the flames of Kimmy’s already churning-hot oven.

While she rolled that innocent little clit around, squashed it, caressed it, she told Hyun what she wanted. “I brought something for you. It’s on your dresser.”

“Uh-huh,” Hyun squeaked.

“I want to watch you get it. I want to watch you bring it to me.”

Hyun breathed the slightest sigh of complaint, and Kimmy thumb-pressed her clit until Hyun’s back arched and she emitted a cat-like mewl. “You’ll do it,” she said and withdrew the pressure. Hyun’s thighs trembled. Her breaths came in quick chuffs. She still held a tight grip on Kimmy’s upper arms.

“I want to see you walk. I want to see your body.”

“My body’s not like yours,” Hyun said again.

“That’s why I want to see it. . . . Now go to that dresser and get my shopping bag. Bring it back to me. Okay?”

Hyun’s tummy went up and down as she panted with sexual fervor. But then she was releasing Kimmy’s arms, wiping hair from her face, sitting up. She rose into the moonlight, timid and embarrassed, covering her bottom with a hand. Hyun was a sexy woman. Her skin was smooth and pale, her waist narrow. Her breasts were small, but bigger than kimmy’s. Her hips were wide, her cute butt a little flat, but it looked amazing lifting and shaking as she stepped in the dim silvery light across the room. She disappeared into the dark, but Kimmy heard her hand sweeping the dresser, finding the cloth shopping bag, then she was coming out of the dark into the moonlight, facing her now, her nipples rosy and wet from Kimmy’s mouth, and standing at strict attention. Hyun held the bundled bag over her stomach.

Once back in bed, kimmy pulled her close, rubbing skin on skin, missing hyun’s smell and her warmth. Hyun asked her what’s in the bag and kimmy said, “Put your hand inside and feel. Tell me what’s in the bag.”