2 comments/ 4553 views/ 0 favorites Loren's Run By: charliewilder "This god damn fucking car!" I said to no one in particular. It just felt good to say it. We had been driving for over nine hours and I was just about at my limit for fuck ups. The air conditioning only seemed to worked for about 15 minutes per hour, and this hour's fifteen had just ended. I lowered the driver side window. Even though it was still morning and we were getting to higher elevation is was still unbearably hot. I looked over at Loren in the seat beside me. She had been sleeping ever since the sun came up five hours ago. She had the seat reclined and she was using her wadded up dress as a pillow. She was wearing only a gray cotton t shirt that she had pulled out of my back pack and the black lace panties from the night before. She had long ago abandoned her bra, silk stockings and high heeled shoes out the window as we drove over the bay bridge. She looked incredibly sexy in the filtered sunlight. The soft gray fabric was stretched taut over her firm breasts and I could see the outline of her nipples showing. As hot as it was I wondered how her nipples could be that hard. I hoped that perhaps she was dreaming of my lips sucking on them. Her arms were raised over her head and that pulled the shirt up high on her hips. Did I say she was sexy? I loved looking at her like this. Her thighs were silky soft and creamy white. I knew just how they would feel against my cheeks if I placed my face there because only 24 hours ago that's exactly where I had been. Yesterday morning we had stayed in bed all morning. We had found our own small piece of nirvana, which consisted of long rounds of sex interspersed with periods of slumber and a few moments where we fed each other the strawberries and wine we had bought the night before. Finally we made love slowly and passionately until the hotel maid threatened to call hotel security if we didn't leave. As if she was reading my mind, her right hand rose and she brushed her fingertips across her left breast. Her lips parted and it seemed as if she was going to say something. If she did the sound was obliterated by the noise of the wind rushing past the open window at 90 miles per hour. She shifted in her seat and the shirt was pulled tighter across her chest. I couldn't help myself. I reached over and placed my right hand over her left breast. A welcome shiver went through me as I felt the firm softness under my outstretched fingers. I could feel the erect nipple below my palm. After eight hours of gripping a steering wheel the softness felt exotic, sexy and amazing. I began to relax a little, the first time since the awful events of the night before in L.A. I started to think that maybe we might make it. I started to feel that familiar stirring in my jeans as I slowly started to massage her tit. Loren always made fun of my juvenile fascination with her boobs but underneath the humor I know that she enjoyed it. We had not been able to spend many nights together but it did not take her long to discover that laying my head on her chest was a sure way to get me to relax when it was time to sleep, and to get me hard any other time. I felt the compressor kick in again and cool air started to blow from the vents in the old BMW 740 we were driving. I rolled up the window and the silence that followed was another welcome relief. She stirred under my hand and her eyes fluttered open. "Hey babe," she whispered. She placed her hand over mine on her chest. "Do we have any water?" I reluctantly slid my hand from under hers and reached back behind her seat and retrieved the half-filled bottle of Evian. As she drank she pushed the lever that brought her seat into an upright position and she curled her feet under her as she sat up straight. I could see that there were still red stains on her ankles and shins. It was a grim reminder that what happened last night was not just an awful nightmare. "Where are we?" she asked, looking out the window at our surroundings for the first time. "We are about an hour from Mt. Shasta," I replied. "Christ!" she exclaimed after swallowing the last gulp of water. "How long have I been sleeping?" It always cracked me up when she said that because I thought it was so ironic that a sweet Jewish girl like Loren would use the name of god's supposed son to show surprise. There were a lot of things about Loren that were not typical and were certainly unexpected. But then again when you meet a hot dark haired Jewess at an existential church it's only fair to think that normalness is not in the cards where a relationship is concerned. "About five hours baby," I explained. "You needed it. You have been through a lot and we didn't sleep much last night." "How are you still awake babe?" She looked at me with doubt and concern. "I bought some Adderall from a trucker this morning when I filled the tank. I gave him fifty dollars for five hits. I have taken two," I placed my hand on her thigh. "I will be okay until we get to Shasta, but I know I am gonna crash hard then. We need to make sure that we have everything set before I pass out." "I think that you should slow down a little," She said. "We don't want to crash the fucking car now after all we have been through." She took my hand and raised it to her lips and kissed each finger before placing it between her thighs. She spread her legs slightly and reclined her seat again just a little. The she placed her right hand over mine and pressed my fingers against the silky slickness of her panties. I started rubbing her softly through the fabric. Immediately I could feel that her wetness was soaking through. That must have been some dream that she had been having. Or maybe, like for me, it was just the unloading of the stress. Whatever the reason, it wasn't long before her panties were soaked and I had a raging and uncomfortable hard on. She uncurled her legs and spread her legs wider, raising her knees as she settled her seat back into the position it had been thirty minutes earlier. With her right hand she reached down and roughly yanked her panties away revealing her glistening pussy. She pushed my fingers hard against her clit and gyrated her hips. "You need to pull off this Christ forsaken highway as soon as you can and fuck me!" She said while reaching over to squeeze my throbbing cock. She was fumbling with my zipper with her left hand with no success. Finally she leaned over and with both hands unzipped my jeans. She reached in and yanked my hard dick out of confinement and began to stroke it savagely. I now had both hands on the wheel while she painfully squeezed and jerked my cock with her left hand while massaging her vagina with her right. As I said, Loren was an unusual woman. The next exit was fortunately less than a mile up the highway. I followed the winding two lane road for about a quarter of a mile after exiting until I came to an intersection with a gravel road. I turned right and drove about 200 yards and pulled the car over into a grassy area covered with trees. I put the car in park and switched off the engine. For a moment we both just sat there. Loren had stopped jerking me off when we turned down the gravel road. The silence was overwhelming. I turned to Loren and there were tears streaming down both of her cheeks. I leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips, and then on both of her eyes and her cheeks. I could taste her salty tears. I reached up and brushed her dark hair away from her face. I could feel the heat radiating from her body. "Oh my god baby, what have we done?" She said as she put her arms around my shoulders and pulled me tight against her. I continued to kiss her cheeks and whispered, "Only what we had to do." "Make love to me baby. Please just make love to me and make it all go away," She said will weaving her fingers through my hair. At first I tried to climb over the console separating us. BMW's were just not built for this. I kissed her hard on the lips and leaned away from her and opened my door. I stepped out, stood up and walked around behind the car and opened her door. She had removed her panties. As I opened her door she twisted slightly and moved her right leg until her foot was outside on the brown grass. She lay back with her head on the console and reached up for me with both hands. I carefully lowered myself over her. As I did she reached down and guided my still throbbing cock inside of her. It was by far the most uncomfortable position that we had ever tried but somehow it worked. As I slid into her she let out a long sigh and pulled me down hard on top of her. She was able to wrap her left leg around me and I started slowly moving in and out. She started kissing my face as I slowly stroked and her breathing was hot and ragged as she started to sob. "Baby that is so sweet," She said. "Tell me that you love me. Tell me that I am yours forever. Tell me that everything is going to be okay." I started moving my hips faster and harder as I felt the passion build within me. "Oh my god, Loren. Yes I love you more than anything. You are what I live for. I promise you that everything is going to be okay." I figured that telling the truth on the first two things earned me the right to tell a white lie on the third. I had no idea what was going to happen to us. "I love you and I love your cock in me," She said between sobs as she started to orbit her hips to match my movements. "Please, please fuck me hard and don't stop until you cum." I raised myself up with my right hand on the console so that I could pivot my hips and take full, hard strokes. I began to push into her hard. She was so wet that I could feel the spray on my groin and balls every time I slammed into her. Her sobs turned into cries. "Baby...fuck me....Christ...harder...love me!" She cried between strokes. Her fingers were still intertwined in my hair and she pulled her face up to mine and kissed me hard. She bit my lower lip and I tasted blood. She bit me again on the chin and it drove me into a furious assault on her tight pussy. I could feel my whole body begin to tense and I knew it would not be long. Loren's body was jerking uncontrollably beneath me as I slammed hard one more time and then grinded against her as I felt the hot cum gather and then rocket out of my cock. Loren gasped and her fingernails dug into my neck and shoulders. My whole body went as tight as a steel cable stretched to the breaking point. I grunted hard with each release. One more hot spasm and I felt the release wash over me and my body went slack. I tried to catch myself but had absolutely no strength left to do anything. I slid out of the car and onto the straw like dried grass where we were parked. I laid there for I don't know how long. I could not think and I could not move. My eyes were open and I could see Loren's painted toenails right in front of my face. Her occasional twitches caused them to dance and move in my vision. They were painted red...deep red...blood red. I could still taste blood in my mouth. Her ankles were stained crimson. There had been so much blood. I closed my eyes and let the darkness take me away. Loren's Run Ch. 02 When I opened my eyes I was sitting in a grassy field. It was night and there was a campfire off to my right. Several men were sitting near me. I did not recognize any of them. I looked down at my hands and I was holding greasy playing cards. All of the men were holding cards. They were all looking at me. No one said a word. I looked at the cards in my hand. I was holding a pair of kings. There were four cards turned up on the ground in the middle of the circle. We were playing poker. How did I get into a poker game? I sucked at poker. I looked at the cards on the ground again. There was a pair of twos, a king and an ace. Everyone was staring at me intently. They were waiting for me to decide. I had to bet or get out. The fire was radiating a fierce heat and I was sweating profusely. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a brass key on a chain. I threw it into the middle of the circle. I noticed there was no money in the pot, only objects. There was a glass vial and a silver blade along with a wood cross and a gleaming ruby. After I threw in the key, the man directly across from me looked at his cards and threw into the pot a small blue cloth bag. There was something in the bag. The bag was familiar to me and I was suddenly afraid. Whatever was in the bag was moving. The man to my right was dealing, and he put down the last card. It was another king. I knew that I had won, but I was filled with dread. I did not want to win. I did not want whatever was in that blue bag. The man across from me lay down his cards. He was showing two aces. He had a full house, aces over kings. He was smiling; sure that he had won the pot. He reached down to pick up the brass key. I was furiously thinking, trying to decide what to do. I had him beat, but I could not make myself show my cards. The words were choked in my throat. I was trying to talk but I was terrified. I finally sat up and screamed "NO!" That was when I woke up. I was back in the BMW and Loren was driving. It was stiflingly hot in the car. "What is it baby?" She was looking at me with concern. I was covered in sweat. I was trying to piece together where I was and what had just happened. It was coming back to me slowly. I sat up and looked at Loren. "It's okay baby, I just had a bad dream. Where are we?" I lowered my window. The air conditioning was not working again. "Baby I am really worried about you." She said, reaching over and putting her hand on my knee. "I could barely get you back into the car. You were so out of it." I sat and looked out to my right for a few seconds. We were in the mountains now. The embankment rose steeply on her side of the car and dropped off just as severely on my side. I knew that we must be close to Shasta. I remembered now stopping on the gravel road...making love to Loren...laying on the dried, brown grass. I did not remember getting back into the car. Then I remembered the dream. "Baby where is the blue bag?" I asked without turning to look at her. At first I thought that she didn't hear me, so I turned to her to ask again. Before I could ask again she answered "It's in the glove box. I put it there last night. Don't you remember?" I did remember, but the dream was stuck in my head. I opened the glove box and there it was. I again remembered my dream, how the bag moved. I closed the compartment carefully. Shasta could not come soon enough. As if in answer to my unspoken wish I saw a sign that announced that the exit for Mt. Shasta was in two miles. I sat up and peeled off my t shirt. It was damp and smelled exactly like you would expect a shirt to smell after wearing it for 24 hours. I threw it into the back seat. I looked over at Loren. Her window was up and she now was now wearing a pair of my running shorts along with my gray shirt. She looked dry and comfortable. "How can you stand this heat?" I asked "I like it." She said with a smile. "It reminds me of Georgia." If I never saw Georgia again it would still be too soon, I thought to myself. Too many conservative rednecks, asshole yuppies and way too much greasy food. My old life was in Atlanta and I preferred that it stay there. Whatever was going to happen to Loren and I, it had to be better than the hypocrisy that we left back east. Loren started to slow the car and put on her right turn signal. She was a very careful driver and it drove me crazy sometimes. "Turn right at the top of the ramp." I directed. We drove for about a mile past familiar old motels and dive food joints. We passed Mi Casa and I felt a rumbling in my stomach. How long had it been since we last ate a meal? I couldn't remember. "Coming up on the left is the Black Bear Inn." I said pointing. Pull in there and drive around behind the office. We came around a bend in the highway and there it was, just as old and wonderfully dreadful as I remembered. I actually smiled recalling the last time I was there. Loren put on her turn signal even though we had not seen another car since exiting, slowed down to a crawl and inched her way through the front parking lot, past the office and pulled around behind it. She pulled up to where the busted pavement stopped and put the car in park. She turned off the engine and we both looked at each other. We had finally made it, but there was still so much to do. I checked in under the name Toby Bones. It was a name that I remembered from back in elementary school. They had no problem taking cash which was good since I would not be able to use a credit card for a while. The clerk was a young woman with rings through her lower lip and a diamond stud in her nose. She had tattoos on her eyelids so that it looked like her eyes were open when she blinked them closed. Her hair was black and purple and was cut shorter on the left than it was on the right. Somehow this all made perfect sense in Shasta. She handed me a key...a real key, not a plastic card, after I handed her seventy dollars. I took the key with a slight feeling of unease. Hadn't there been a key in my dream? I was sure that there had been. The dream was becoming fuzzy and translucent, the way dreams often times do. I could remember objects on the ground but not why they were there. I could remember a feeling of helplessness and terror but not what had caused it. I tried to shake it off but the feeling of unease settled into my stomach. It felt like it was going to hang around for a while. Maybe that was for the best. I was going to have to stay sharp for our meeting with Chloe this afternoon. I walked back to the car and found Loren at the rear of the car with the trunk open. I walked to her and handed her the key. What name did you give her?" Loren asked. I told her and she smiled. "Then I am going to be Cindy Blood." She said. "Blood and Bones, don't you think that is a good combination?" "Why don't you go and check out the room." I said with as much positive energy as I could muster while handing her the key. "If I remember correctly, the rooms are old but they are large and clean and comfortable. I'll get our stuff and meet you there." She looked at the green tag attached to the brass key. It had a number nine in white paint. Room number nine was on the bottom floor and about 50 feet behind us. She turned and walked across the dilapidated lot towards the door. I surveyed the open trunk. There was more evidence of the madness that had occurred last night. There was money everywhere. Five's and ten's and twenties were spilled at random from out of a torn green trash bag. Under the money and the bag was a black leather jacket. In the pocket of that jacket I knew that there was a switchblade with a gleaming silver blade and a black pearl handle. Off to the right was a black tire iron. There was dried blood on the business end of the iron. The tableau was completed with the addition of Loren's yellow and blue Lily Pulitzer bag with a bumblebee pattern. It looked so incongruous with the rest of the items that I actually barked a short laugh. I picked up her bag and slammed the trunk closed. I would deal with the rest later. I walked around to the rear passenger door, opened it and retrieved my beat up duffel bag. I locked the car and headed across to room nine. I saw that the room door was left open and I headed inside. I closed and locked the door behind me. The rooms were exactly as I remembered. They were dark and dated and heavy looking. There was a wood burning stove in one corner and a very old TV with rabbit ears in the opposite corner. Thick red curtains covered windows in the front and rear of the room. There was a queen sized bed in the middle with a quilt on top that at one time had probably been white. Now it was a brownish yellow. Despite the age, the room was spotless clean. From the bathroom I heard "Is everything okay out there baby?" I answered that all was well and that I had her bag. She didn't answer but I did hear the shower come on. I knew from experience that it would be a minute or two before the water would be warm enough to actually be comfortable. I stripped off my jeans and socks after kicking my shoes into the corner of the room. I folded them and set them on the end of the bed. There was still dried grass on my boxers from our stop just a little while ago. I slid the boxers down to my ankles and then kicked them over to where my shoes were laying. I knocked on the bathroom door. "Do you mind if I join you?" Without waiting for an answer I walked inside. Loren was standing in front of the mirror turning from side to side. Her clothes were scattered on the bathroom floor. "I thought I would be bruised." She said. "I don't even see a mark from where I fell last night." I watched her appraising herself in the mirror. She was beautiful. At 38 she had the body of a woman ten years younger. She spent a lot of time in the gym and away from the sun. Her skin was creamy white and her breasts were firm and round. They had looked good under the gray cloth of my t shirt and looked even better covered by nothing except my adoring gaze. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her, cupping each full breast in my hands. I kissed her on the side of her face and whispered into her ear "I love you like crazy, Cindy Blood!" She giggled a little. It was so good to hear that from her. She turned to me still in my arms and wrapped her arms around my neck. "I love you too, Toby Bones." We kissed deeply. The passion that we could generate in just a moment always amazed me. Her lips were so soft and she would use them to suck on my lower lip as she kissed. I pulled her closer to me and she released her sticky kiss and she tucked her head under my chin with her face against my chest. We both just stood there for a moment. I loosened my hold on her and reached over to slide the shower curtain open. I could see a wisp of steam coming from the water and placed my hand in the stream to test the temperature. It was very hot and I told Loren. "Leave it that way." She said and she stepped in. I stepped in behind her. At first I yelped at the steaming hot cascade but then quickly got used to it. Loren already had her head ducked under the hard stream and was letting it beat on her neck and shoulders. I looked behind me and saw that she had already placed a bar of soap, a washrag and a small bottle of hotel shampoo on the shelf. I retrieved the bar and started to soap down her shoulders and her back. I rubbed in large circles, letting my fingernails scrape against her skin softly. I took the wash cloth and scrubbed where I had soaped. I massaged her neck under the hot stream with soapy hands and then reached in front of her and lathered her chest, breasts and stomach. When I was satisfied that the upper half of her body was clean I dropped to my knees and began to wash her tight ass and long legs. She lifted her head away from the water and said "Oh my god baby that feels so good." I took a little more time with her legs and feet, making sure that all of the dried blood from the night before was removed. I slid the soapy rag up between her legs and slowly washed her delicate pussy. I heard her sigh above the sound of the water. I rubbed a little harder and she lifted one foot on to her toes and spread her legs slightly. Her left hand came down and covered my right hand as I slowly massaged between her legs. She started pressing her hand harder against mine and I sensed her hips starting to move. I dragged the cloth up between her ass cheeks and she gasped and tried to pull the cloth back down. "Don't stop baby." She said under her breath with her eyes closed. "That felt soooo good." "We have more to do." I said, standing up. "And I don't want to run out of hot water." I reminded her that this was an old motel. I turned her to face me and squeezed shampoo into her long brown hair. I worked up a headful of lather and massaged her scalp while the hot water pounded on her shoulders and back. She kept her eyes closed and I was able to simply stare at this woman I loved so fiercely while I washed her hair. She reached up and filled her hands with lather and then reached down between us and slid her slick fingers up and down my engorged cock. I could see the smile on her face as she felt my body quiver with excitement. I kissed her on the lips and tilted her head back into the water stream, rinsing away the shampoo the best I could while she slowly stroked my cock. I had just finished rinsing her and was about to turn her around and bend her over to fuck her when the water went from steaming hot to icy cold in an instant. Loren screamed and laughed and quickly stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. I turned the nozzle away from my body and started laughing as the cold water splashed against me, effectively ruining what had been a perfectly good erection. Well what the fuck could I do? I turned the cold stream back onto my body and began to lather up as quickly as I could. By the time I had rinsed my hair I was shivering uncontrollably. I turned off the freezing water and grabbed the remaining towel. If I had not been fully awake and alert before I surely was now. For the second time in the last hour I reminded myself that what just happened was probably a good thing because I was going to need all of my wits about me for our meeting with Chloe. Maybe there really was someone watching out for us. Loren's Run Ch. 03 By three P.M. we were back in the car and heading north on the interstate a few miles to the small town of Weed. I had found a text message from Chloe after I had put on a clean shirt and underwear that I hoped were clean. "Chas...meet me at my office in Weed. B there till 5. Bring$$." Leave it to Chloe to get right to the point. I had met Chloe two years ago when I had made my first trip to Shasta to visit my cousins. They were actually my second cousins but it was usually too complicated to explain how my parents had both been the youngest of thirteen children and that most of my first cousins were older than my parents and in fact are now formerly alive. Northern California back in the 60's and 70's was the haven of loggers, fisherman, several tribes of Native Americans and hippies. My father was a logger. My second cousins were hippies. Steve was the older brother to Mickey and Vicky, fraternal twins who were in reality nothing like each other. We all grew up in the same neighborhood and since they were five years older than me (in the case of Mickey and Vicky, seven years for Steve); I revered the ground that they walked on. Just about every important fact that I learned in life outside of school I learned from them. Where babies came from, for example. I remember lying in the grass in our backyard while Mickey thumbed through a tattered magazine with no cover, showing pictures to his brother. "They're doing it." Mickey said, pointing to a grainy picture of a naked couple embraced on a bed. "Yep, they sure are. They're doing it hard!" Steve agreed with enthusiasm. Being all of nine years old, I wasn't exactly sure what they were doing but I couldn't admit that in front of my heroes. "Wow they sure are doing it!" I said sticking my head in front of Steve's to see the picture. They both laughed. "Do you know what they are doing?" I was caught but couldn't back down. "Sure, they are kissing." Mickey looked at me seriously and asked "Do you know what ELSE they are doing?" Steve couldn't help himself. He was trying and failing to stifle his laugh. He took a big gulp of Coke from his bottle and it started spraying from his nose. I knew that I was missing something. I was happy that I was amusing them but was starting to feel embarrassed at missing out on what the couple was doing. I decided to go for it. "I'll bet they are drinking booze." I said, proud of myself. They both started laughing so hard that Vicky came out of the house to see what was going on. I don't mind saying that while I worshipped Steve and Mickey; I was flat out in love with Vicky. Steve explained to Vicky what had just happened, all the while hiccupping laughs when he got to my explanations of what I was seeing. Vicky just smiled at me. I melted inside whenever she smiled at me that way. "They are making love." She explained to me. I nodded my head as if I understood. I would have nodded my head if she had told me that they were making a nuclear bomb. "They are fucking!" Mickey added emphatically, as if that explained everything. Vicky frowned at him. Over the next twenty minutes Mickey and Steve explained their understanding of sex to me. They weren't too far off except when Mickey said that as soon as I put my dong inside the girl I would have to pee...just a little. Steve cuffed him on the side of the head, yelling "You retard! That's not right." This lead to a few minutes of wrestling, which always ended with Steve pinning Mickey to the ground and making him say "Uncle." After letting Mickey up from under him, Steve said in a solemn voice. "You don't pee, you shoot some jizz." Peeing made more sense to me since I had absolutely no idea what jizz could be. Steve said "Look, you will figure it out. Probably pretty soon. If you want to know what jizz looks like go take a peek at Mickey's sheets." This lead to another wrestling bout which I thought Mickey might actually win because Steve was laughing so hard. Vicky grabbed the garden hose coiled on the back of the house and started spraying them both until they stopped. Steve was still laughing so hard that he was having a coughing fit. Mickey was breathing hard and obviously still pissed but he started laughing too when he saw Steve's glasses go flying off his face when he took a face full from the hose. They both turned to Vicky, who screamed, dropped the hose and started to run. She didn't make it very far when she was hit by the tepid stream of hose water. She was wearing her white PE t shirt from school, and as she turned to face the boys I got my first look at a girl in a wet t shirt. Mickey held the water on her chest full force and Vicky stood there defiantly, her budding breasts showing through as if she was wearing nothing. I stood there in slack jawed amazement. Steve finally grabbed the hose from his brother and turned off the water. Then he removed his plaid button up shirt, wrung out the water and handed it to his sister. At first she didn't take it. She just stood there with her hands on her hips, staring at Mickey. To this day, I think that she did that just for me. I know that it is an image that I will never forget. Finally she put the shirt on over her wet t, and Steve made his younger siblings shake hands. Steve was always the peacemaker. When Steve died in Vietnam four years later, I cried the whole night when I got the news from Mickey. To this day I make a yearly pilgrimage to Washington DC, hike to the Vietnam memorial and touch his name engraved into the black marble. It always makes me smile. I left California after attending Cal Tech, but I always stayed in close contact with Mickey and Vicky, who never left northern California. They both became pot farmers and both made a small fortune, although you would never know it by the way they dressed or the cars that they drove. Mickey lived with his girlfriend of 22 years, Sharon. Vicky had entertained a string of suitors but had never actually settled down. There was a rumor that she had once been in a relationship with Leonard Cohen, and that the song "Suzanne" had actually been written about her, but I could never get her to confirm or deny that story. When the feds finally started cracking down on the pot farms in Humboldt County, they both decided to move to Mt. Shasta. They both bought houses on the same street. Vicky opened a shop selling sacred crystals and other healing minerals. Mickey and Sharon opened a coffee shop/herb shop/kennel. How they came up with that concept I never understood but it worked in Shasta. Over the years we communicated by written letter and then email and then Facebook. For some reason they both rarely talked on the telephone. Something about radium chips and a government conspiracy. When you grow pot for most of your adult life for a living and heavily partake of the bounty, you start to see conspiracies behind every bush. I started visiting them in Shasta seven years ago. I loved the culture and the laid back attitude. The air was clean and the conversation was always interesting. I learned early on that this was the location that the lost civilization of Atlantis had made its way to when the city had fallen into the ocean. The million or so inhabitants now lived under the mountain in a city named Telos. Jesus supposedly lived there, too. Sometimes when I was with friends of Mickey and Vicky, strumming a guitar under the starlight around a campfire, they would tell me their stories of visiting Telos. I mostly kept my mouth shut, having learned early on that this was no joke to them. This was the world of Shasta. It was semi magical and mostly mystical. There were faith healers and raki masters and I even once saw a Tibetan monk. There were hippies and yippies and the concept of free love still existed here. Pot was plentiful, acid was available but most other drugs were scorned. I met Chloe on one of my early visits. Vicky told me that I looked tired and worn down, but she knew just the person I should see. She said that Chloe was an herbalist and a seer. At one time in her life she had been a showgirl in Las Vegas. She had moved from Vegas to New Orleans after some fancy hustler from New York City had stolen her heart and most of her hard earned money. In New Orleans she had learned the art of voodoo from a Haitian woman who allowed her to live in her flat if she would clean and sing for her. She must have done both very well because she became one of the most sought after voodoo artists in Louisiana. The word was that the hustler from New York came down with a rare disease that left his penis in a state of constant pain with boils that itched and oozed. When the Haitian woman died, Chloe packed up her clothes and her assortment of dolls, herbs and voodoo tools and moved to Mt. Shasta. When I met her she was working out of a double wide trailer on the outskirts of town. There was no sign and she did not advertise. Her business was conducted strictly by word of mouth. I have asked many people in Shasta about her, and although everyone knew her, they could not agree on exactly what she did. One lady I knew described her as a spiritualist. Sharon called her a witch. The woman who owned the Black bear called her a medicine woman. Mickey just shrugged his shoulders and said that she was the person who could see things that we couldn't and do things that we shouldn't. On my first visit to her she looked into my eyes with a magnifying glass and told me that I had a problem with my adrenal glands. She asked me if my sex life was okay. Vicky giggled a little when I told her that my sex life was just fine. She said that was good, and asked me if I would have sex with her right then. I stood there stunned. I would guess that Chloe was about forty years older than me the first time I met her. She laughed and said "Sonny, don't worry. I am only kidding. But just know that if I ever do want sex with you, you will be at my doorstep with an erection so powerful you will feel like King Kong. And the best part is you will come here and leave here thinking that it was all your idea." She gave me a tincture to take for my affliction which I immediately ignored until two weeks later when I visited my long time doctor and friend in Atlanta because I was so tired all of the time. After several days of tests, he revealed to me that I had a benign tumor on my left adrenal gland that was causing it to malfunction. He gave me a steroid to take that he warned would have some unpleasant side effects. I began taking the voodoo drug instead and within two weeks I was back to my old self. Six months later my doctor friend congratulated himself for fixing my problem so completely. I smiled and just said thanks. Over the years Chloe had helped to solve several problems for me. And yes, I have had sex with her several times and it was my idea. I am sure of that. I am also sure that she is now only about twenty years older than me. I hope that she was feeling generous today. This one was going to be the most difficult task yet. Loren's Run Ch. 04 We arrived at Chloe's double wide trailer late in the afternoon. It was always chaotic around her place. There were was a white picket fence that had last been painted five years ago. I know that because I painted it the week that I first met her. There were various shapes and designs hanging from the fence. Near the front gate there was a purple crescent moon. Next to that there was a shooting star. On the other side there was a Christian cross hung upside down. There were chickens running around in the front yard that was basically brown dirt with a few random patches of brown grass. Throughout the yard there were random items like a plastic pink flamingo standing crookedly on one leg. There were also several scarecrow-looking creatures on wooden poles wearing black bowler hats. One of them was wearing a black sweater of mine that I had left with her several years ago. We entered through the gate and walked up to the front door and knocked. As many times as I could remember being here, I do not ever remember her actually answering her door. As usual, the door was unlocked and we went in. As rustic and odd as the outside of her house appeared, the inside was entirely normal. For one thing, it was spotlessly clean and neat. For another, there was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary save for a very large and oddly shaped crimson crystal bowl that sat on the center of her dining room table. I called out her name as we stepped into the house and shut the door behind us. I heard a murmuring of voices from down the hall to our right. The voices became louder for just a moment. I could clearly hear Chloe speaking to what sounded like another woman. "I think that he is here right now." She was quiet for a moment and then I heard her say "I know. Yes, she is with him. I know what to do." I heard quiet talking from the other woman but I could not make out what she said. Then I heard a door open and footsteps come from down the hall. Chloe appeared to be startled when she saw us standing there. "Chas...do you make yourself welcome at the house of every woman you visit?" She was fastening a simple white and orange cotton dress that buttoned up the front as she walked. As usual, I doubted that she was wearing anything underneath. I studied her intently for just a second to try to read if she was serious or not. She noted my consternation and broke into a wry smile. "I hope you know that you are going to get shot by someone, someday that is not as understanding as I am. Or perhaps from a heartbroken and angry husband? You are lucky that I adore you as much as I do." She walked up to Loren. "Hi honey, you must be Loren. I am so very excited and happy to meet you." She was almost a foot taller than Loren, and leaned down and kissed her on top of her head after placing her hands on Loren's shoulders. Loren had not said a word since we arrived at the house. She stepped back slightly from Chloe and I could see she was gathering her courage. "I am pleased to meet you, too. We have a...lot going on right now. Chas has told me so much about you and that maybe you can help us." She stopped for a moment and looked straight into Chloe's eyes. "I have to say that you look nothing like I expected." Loren looked over at me as she said this, as if looking for confirmation. Chloe did look different, but I was used to that. Her appearance was different every time I saw her. Today I would put her age at around 40. Her eyes were violet instead of green, and I did not remember her being this tall. The eyes could have been due to contacts and the height perhaps from the platform wedges she was wearing. The age appearance could be a trick of the light or perhaps just a new cosmetic treatment. However, it looked like she had breast enhancement surgery performed sometime recently. I may have been a little fuzzy on some details but I never forgot a cup size, especially of breasts that I had sucked on for hours. Today she was a full "D" instead of her usual "C". There was an awkward silence as I was trying to think of what to say. I remembered telling Loren that Chloe was at least 65. Chloe saved me from embarrassing myself by laughing loudly and saying "Honey, He probably told you I was an old hag with tits drooping down to my belt. And I wouldn't blame him for saying that. You are just as beautiful as he described you, and I certainly wouldn't want you feeling threatened by the likes of me." She took Loren by the hand and led her over to the dining room table. She pulled out a chair for Loren and when she was seated she pointed me to a chair across from her. Chloe walked into the kitchen and brought back a pot of tea and three small mugs before seating herself at the head of the table. She poured tea for the three of us and we all took a sip. Loren's hands were not shaking at all. Chloe reached to the center of the table and flicked one of her black painted nails against the crimson bowl. It rang softly with a protracted, soothing note. The she touched the bowl and the sound was extinguished. Chloe swirled her tea in her cup and addressed Loren in a firm voice. "Chas is a scoundrel, but he is also a gentleman and the second kindest person I have ever met. He can also fuck like a stallion, but I'm sure you already know about that!" I almost spit up my tea when she said that. I started coughing uncontrollably as the last sip I had taken trickled down my windpipe. Chloe laughed loudly with her head back. Loren was just staring at Chloe with eyes wide open. Chloe turned to me and said "Relax, lover. I gave her some special tea. She is having a wonderful little daydream right now so that we can talk in private." I turned to Loren and saw that she was still staring wide eyed at Chloe, and I noticed that she had just a hint of a smile on her face. "She is fine, honey." She reached over and gently took the cup from Loren's hand and set it on the table. "Now first I want you to tell me about this trouble that you ran into down in L.A." I told her about the deal that went bad. And about how we had tried to pay off Sid the Pirate to make things right. I told her about the ruby necklace that Loren had inherited from her grandmother two weeks ago. Chloe's eyes brightened a little when she asked me to describe the necklace. I told her how Loren had sold the necklace to Richard Pell, a friend of her fathers who had offered her fifty thousand dollars for it, and how angry her father had become when he learned that she had sold it to Richard. He had told her that he was going to confront Richard, give him his money back and get the necklace. "You have no idea what you have done." He told her. "I told you how important that necklace was to me and to you. It has been in our family for over six generations at least. I want you to stay here at the house until a get back." With that he left. That was two days ago and Loren had not heard from him since except for a cryptic text message she received that night that was sent from his phone that read "I love you and I forgive you. I hope that you will be able to forgive me." That was when Loren called me and asked me to come over to her house. She was still living with her father. When I arrived she was sitting at the kitchen table drinking straight vodka from a coffee cup. She told me what had happened. I told her that we needed to call the police. She looked at me, and with tears streaming down her cheek she said that we couldn't do that. She said that there were two more things that had happened since she had called me. The first was that she had received a call from an unknown number, and the caller had identified himself as Sid the Pirate. He told her that she was in possession of something that did not belong to her, and it needed to be returned. Finally he told her that her father had gone on a little trip, and that he would not be able to come home until she had returned what did not belong to her. He told her that if she went to the police that it would lead to her father's trip turning into "permanent exile." I asked her what the other thing was, shaken up by what she had already told me. She opened up her Chanel purse that she had on her lap and took out a small blue velvet bag. She opened the bag and dumped onto the table the ruby necklace. It lay there glittering under the bright kitchen spotlights. I looked up at Loren. "How did you get it back?" She just shook her head for a moment. The she said quietly "I have no idea. I just saw it when I put my phone back into my purse after I hung up from talking to that pirate guy. I swear it was not in there when I called you, or even when I took my phone out to answer it when he called." I didn't question her about anything then. I just figured that she was in shock from the news about her father. We sat there for a little while trying to think of what to do next. Her phone rang and made us both jump. She saw that it was from an unknown caller and answered by putting the phone on speaker mode. "Hello?" she said nervously. I reached over and took her hand in mine. "Are you ready to return what does not belong to you?" The caller asked. Loren looked down at the ruby necklace on the table. "Yes." Was all she said. "Good. I want you to drive down to the corner of Chelsea and Rock Springs. There is a 7-11 on the corner. I want you to be there in thirty minutes. A man will meet you there in the parking lot. I want you to have the trunk lid of your car open so he can identify your car. He will have silver hair and will be wearing a black leather jacket. Return the item to him and this will all be over." Loren looked at me and then said "Is it okay if my boyfriend comes with me?" The man answered "That's fine as long as you drive and you do not involve the police." After disconnecting, Loren swept the necklace from the table and placed it back into the blue bag. She put the bag into her purse and stood up. "I am sure that you have lots of questions for me right now, but I am asking you to please hold your questions until we get this done and I know that my father is safe." I had not known Loren for very long, but I knew that her mother had died several years ago and that she had a very strained relationship with her father. Her grandmother had also lived with them until her passing a few weeks ago. I had met her grandmother on two occasions. I had never met her father. As we walked out of the house, I suggested to her that we take my car. I never felt quite safe in her VW bug convertible and I had a feeling that having some substantial rolling iron around us might be a good idea. I was reluctant to let her drive but she reminded me of the man's instructions. I handed her the keys and we headed toward the east side of Malibu. At that point Chloe interrupted me. "You can sure pick 'em Chas. But I think I understand now what you see in her besides her sexy little body." She reached over and stroked Loren's hair. "She is a very special lady. I don't think even you know how special she is, although I am sure you suspect as much." Loren blinked twice. She still had a faraway look in her eyes. Chloe stood up. "I want to hear the rest of the story, but not right now. There is something else that I want to do. And besides, I have already heard the important part." She walked into the kitchen and opened a high cupboard door. I was about to ask Chloe what the important part was when she returned with a small clear glass vial and a dropper. She inserted the dropper and extracted a little of a dark, syrupy liquid contained within. She looked up at Loren and said "Open your mouth now honey, and stick out your tongue." Loren did exactly as she was asked and Chloe put two drops of the liquid on her tongue. The she again flicked her finger against the crimson bowl, this time producing a different sound. "See how that tastes, sweetie." She said. Loren closed her mouth and then shook her head slightly. She looked at me and then looked slightly embarrassed when she noticed we were both staring at her. "Did I say something wrong?" She said. "No, honey." Chloe answered. "You are absolutely right that I look a little different than how Chas probably described me. But we women have our secrets, don't we?" With that she winked at Loren. Loren sat there for a moment looking down at the table in front of her. Then she looked at me and tilted her head a little and pursed her lips as if she was making a decision. She closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them I could see that whatever she had been thinking about was now decided. She nodded her head at me in a barely perceptible way that I had come to know meant that I needed to trust what was about to happen. "Yes." Loren replied. "We do have our secrets." With that Loren leaned over and kissed Chloe on the lips. I recognized the kiss. Eyes closed and lips slightly parted. I knew that out of my sight, her tongue was sliding along Chloe's lower lip. I have been on the receiving end of that kiss many, many times. They stayed together for what seemed like five minutes and then they parted very slowly. So slowly, in fact, that their lips remained stuck together as they pulled apart. Loren stared directly into Chloe's violet eyes. Chloe brought her hand across the table and brushed her long fingers across the front of Loren's T shirt, where her nipples were protruding pointedly. "Oh my!" Chloe exclaimed in a breathless voice. "You are a sexy little witch, aren't you? There is so much that I could teach you." Loren took Chloe's hand and placed it on her right breast. "There might be a few things that I could teach you, too." She said in a deep whisper. Chloe actually looked a little surprised. She turned to me and raised her eyebrows as if asking me to explain what was happening. Or maybe she was asking for permission. For my part, I felt like I was participating in a private performance that was meant for an audience of one. I just smiled at Chloe. She hadn't let me finish the story. There was a lot that she had not heard about yet. Loren stood up in front of Chloe and pulled her T shirt off over her head. She reached across the table and picked the dropper from the vial and placed one drop of the dark liquid onto her left nipple. It gathered below the nipple and hung there as if in defiance of gravity. The she leaned in and placed the nipple gently against Chloe's open lips. Chloe's tongue darted out and at that moment the drop fell onto her tongue. Chloe opened her mouth wide and she started sucking on a wide area of Loren's full breast. Loren reached behind Chloe's head and pulled her in tight against her. Chloe was sucking hungrily and I noticed that her right hand had dropped out of sight between her legs. Loren leaned over and whispered into Chloe's ear as she sucked. I could not hear what she said but Chloe moaned loudly and reached up with her left hand and started touching her own breasts. Loren whispered something else and Chloe released the tit from her lips and moaned "Oh my god!" and she stood up, knocking over her chair in the process and she kissed Loren deeply on the lips while at the same time unfastening her button up dress. She was halfway done and decided it was taking too much time. She ripped the dress open and buttons flew across the table. One landed in my cup of tea with a "plop!" I was mesmerized. I became aware that I had a raging hard on that was making my jeans much too painful. I reached down and unbuttoned them and released my throbbing cock from its painful confinement. By this time, Chloe had pushed Loren up onto the table and was kissing her at a frenzied pace up and down her exposed chest, stomach and face. Loren leaned her head back and propped herself up with both of her hands behind her to give Chloe unfettered access. As Chloe kissed, I saw that she was frantically massaging herself under her dress between her legs. Chloe was now breathing very fast and hard, and moaning loudly as she sucked and kissed and massaged herself. She started to cry out as she cycled her arm even faster. I could hear wet sounds coming from under her dress. Loren leaned over and whispered into Chloe's ear again, and this time I could hear what she said. "I didn't tell you that you could have an orgasm yet." Chloe sobbed loudly and removed her hand from between her legs. "Please." She said in a hoarse whisper. "Please!" Loren picked up Chloe's face between her hands and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Soon." She said. "First you are going to take care of Chas while I watch, and then you both are going to take care of me. And then we are going to take care of you. Chas HAS told me a lot about you. But I know more about you than he does. We do have our secrets, and I know yours. Soon you will know mine too. With that she took Chloe's hand and pulled herself from on top of the table. She gave a tug to the hem of Chloe's dress and it fell to the floor in a heap. Loren dragged the fingernails of her right hand softly down Chloe's chest. I could see the pink lines that she left where she touched. Chloe closed her eyes and sighed softly. Loren stepped past her and headed down the hall to Chloe's bedroom pulling Chloe behind her. She didn't have to say a thing to me. I knew where I was wanted and needed. Loren's Run Ch. 05 Before we reached Chloe's bedroom, Loren and Chloe stopped to kiss in the hallway. That gave me a chance to get ahead of them and to listen at the bedroom door before going in. I was certain that I had heard Chloe talking to someone when we walked in her house. I opened the door cautiously at first and peeked in. The late afternoon light was streaming in and it gave the room a yellow glow. I looked back at the women. Chloe had dropped to her knees and she was peeling off Loren's shorts. They were apparently oblivious to me. I opened the door slowly and walked in to the room. There was no one there to greet me, kindly or otherwise. I did see that the window on the near side of the room was wide open. There was a flicker of movement just outside the window that caught my peripheral vision. I walked to the window, pushed the dark curtain aside and looked around. At first my heart nearly stopped as I was looking directly at a dark creature just outside the window frame. After blinking and catching my breath I realized it was one of the scarecrows I had seen walking in. In fact, it was the one wearing my black sweater. I stepped back into the room and drew the curtains closed behind me. As with the rest of the interior of the house, her bedroom looked entirely normal. There was a queen sized bed against the far wall with a wrought iron headboard and frame. As opposed to the rest of the house, the floor was carpeted with a dark burber. The walls were painted white and the ceiling was painted sky blue. That seemed like an odd reversal to me. There were a myriad of candles on both her nightstand and on her mirrored dresser. There was a large leather bound book and three wine glasses on the nightstand. Had she really been preparing for the three of us to be here? I heard a guttural growl from outside the bedroom door and went back to see what was happening. Chloe was still on her knees and was trying to lick Loren's vagina. Loren had a handful of Chloe's dark hair and was holding her away. "I told you, not yet!" Loren said in a firm voice. Chloe growled again. Loren stepped around Chloe and walked up to me. "Is everything okay? Are you ready?" I nodded my head. She said. "You were right about how sexual she is I think that sex is the source of her powers." She looked back at Chloe, now on her hands and knees. "And she is very powerful. I think that the necklace has confused her a little...that and my empathic sexuality have her a little high. Sex is like a drug to her." Chloe had told me that Loren was a remarkable woman, and that she didn't think I knew how remarkable she was. She was right about that, but she was wrong in thinking that she understood more about Loren than I did. I had been under Loren's spell for many months now. I knew that there was something supernatural about her, especially sexually. Chloe was lying on the floor with a finger inserted into her pussy. She was moaning loudly. Loren hugged me and whispered into my ear. "I am going to bring her in here and I am going to tell her to fuck you like there is no tomorrow. I think that you will be pleased with the result." She kissed the side of my face and continued. "I am going to get the necklace and the money from the car and come back in and rest for a little bit. Seducing her is fun but taxing. When I come back in I am going to let her pleasure me." She paused for a moment. "Don't come inside of her. I think that's where her vitality comes from." I wondered for a moment where Loren's vitality came from, and how many gallons of my cum she had inside of her. Loren smiled as if she could read my thoughts. She turned around and helped Chloe to her feet, and led her to the bed. She turned back the covers and motioned for me to come lay down. Knowing what was about to happen, my cock was standing at attention. I flopped on to the bed and lay on my back, staring at the light blue ceiling. Loren was whispering in Chloe's ear. Chloe turned to me and smiled. She crawled on to the bed and immediately engulfed my twitching dick in her mouth. Loren stood in the doorway watching for a moment. Then she grabbed a silk robe that was hanging on the back of Chloe's bedroom door and disappeared. I started to let my brain shut down. I always imagined that there were two miniature beings that controlled my body. In my brain was the boss...kind of a superman looking creature. He was brilliant and strong and controlled nearly everything that I did from reading to running. However, as soon as my dick got hard, there was an impish gnome in my balls that took over. I could just imagine the guy upstairs closing the door and turning off the lights. Before the door closed, he would reach out and hang a sign that read "do not disturb...be back later." Then he would flip a switch that gave all control to the guy downstairs. The gnome had very little intelligence. He was pure instinct. His only job was sex and he excelled at his work. Right now the guy downstairs was now in control. I closed my eyes and focused on the frenzied blowjob that I was receiving. As long as I had known Chloe, we had never had sex like this. In fact, I am not sure that she had ever put my cock into her mouth before. She had always simply loved to fuck, and she was insatiable. Now she was grunting and groaning and her head was bobbing maniacally. "Chloe...slow down!" I said. She slid her mouth away from my cock, dripping sliva as she did. She was breathing so hard I thought she might hyperventilate. "Look at me." I said. She looked up at me. Her eyes were flashing and her breasts were shiny from the spit dripping from her chin. "Please make love to me, Chloe." I whispered. I wanted her, and I wanted her to slow down. I looked up and saw Loren's silhouette in the doorway. She dropped the robe that she was wearing and came and sat at the foot of the bed. She ran one hand down the center of Chloe's back and told her to do as I had asked. She crawled up slowly and straddled over my throbbing cock. Her breathing had slowed some and she was starting to act more like the Chloe that I had always known. She reached between her legs and positioned my erection as she slowly lowered herself. As I slid into her we both gasped. She began to rock on top of me. She had her eyes closed and she was mumbling something rhythmic over and over. Because the guy downstairs was still in charge, my hearing was dull and muted. As she rocked faster she also spoke louder. I started to move with her. She began to pogo up and down on my throbbing dick. I matched her movement and soon we were slapping hard against each other. She was now speaking loud enough for me to hear her. "Cuminmebaby, cuminmebaby...cumcumcuminmebaby." She said over and over. She had a hand cupping each breast but they were still flopping up and down with each stroke. She repositioned herself so that she was now squatting over me, bouncing up and down as fast as she could. I was reaching that point where the guy downstairs was about to pull the "release" lever when I remembered Loren's warning. After a few more strokes I slid down slightly as she rose up. When she slammed back down my cock slid up against her ass. That was when I released with a groan, shooting hot cum up her back and into the crack of her ass. Chloe screamed and reached between her legs and grabbed my cock and tried to stuff it into her dripping hole. "What are you doing?!" She groaned loudly. She looked down at me. Her body was quivering with unreleased passion. That was when Loren came up behind her and started kissing the nape of her neck. Chloe was still looking down at me with her eyes wide open. She was breathing hard, but I could see her expression begin to soften. Loren reached around and began to massage a small area just below Chloe's throat. With that, Chloe's body began to relax. Her eyes closed and her hands came up from her breasts to cover Loren's hand at her throat. She turned her head to look at Loren. "I want you to lay down on your back." Loren whispered. Chloe immediately complied. Loren's hand never left its place on Chloe's throat. I slowly slid over to the far side of the bed by the nightstand and lay on my side so that I could watch. As soon as Chloe had stopped moving, Loren started to kiss all over her body. Again, I knew this routine very well. Loren's kisses were as light as a butterfly and as powerful as a jolt of 120 volts. I saw Chloe's body shudder slightly with every kiss. Loren had still not taken her hand from Chloe's throat. As she kissed down her stomach, Chloe made a small sound every time Loren's lips touched her. Oh...oh...oh." She said very softly. Finally Loren slid her hand down from between Chloe's. Loren positioned herself between Chloe's thighs and began to kiss lightly around her swollen labia. This was the first time I had witnessed Loren having sex with a woman, although she had told me on more than one occasion that she enjoyed it. Chloe's hips began to gyrate slowly as Loren kissed closer and closer to the heart of her pussy. Without interrupting her rhythm at all, Loren turned her body around so that she was inverted on top of Chloe. She lifted her right leg and positioned herself over Chloe's face. The she lowered her hips and began to rub her own pussy against Chloe's lips. Chloe began to move her own hips faster as I saw Loren's tongue dart in and out. I could imagine that she was teasing Chloe's clit. Then I saw her extend her lips and press down against Chloe's dripping pussy. Chloe groaned and began to attack Loren with long lollipop licks. "Softer..." I heard Loren whisper. Chloe slowed down her pace but continued to press hard against Loren's clit. "Softer..." Loren said again. Chloe moaned and continued to lick. "SOFTER...let me do it!" Loren said in a gentle yet firm voice. Chloe stopped licking and puckered her mouth. Loren began to run her pussy up and down against the wet, swollen lips. It was only minutes later that Chloe had her first orgasm. She gasped and said "Oh my GOD!" and I saw a flood of liquid pour out of her vagina onto the white sheet. Her feet rose into the air and twitched uncontrollably and then sank slowly back down to the bed. Loren never stopped what she was doing, but this time she inserted a finger into Chloe's vagina. After about another minute I saw Chloe have her second orgasm. This one was different...deeper. Chloe's whole body was shaking. Just as Chloe's body was beginning to go limp I saw Loren's hips press down harder onto Chloe's mouth. I saw that look in Loren's face that I knew very well. Her eyes closed tight and her lips pursed, and I watched her body shudder for about ten seconds. Then she drew in a deep breath and as she let it out her whole body relaxed. Loren turned around so that she was lying between Chloe and me. She kissed Chloe on the lips and pulled Chloe's head down to rest on her breasts. I moved in close behind Loren and put my arms around her. We rested as the last evening light left the room.