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Chapter 3 - Sometimes Goodbyes are Easy – Like Never

My supercell said 7:47 when I awoke. The Barrys were already out of bed and getting into their running outfits. I asked them to please wait for me while I brushed up, put my hair up into a ponytail, and got into mine. Patiently they waited, and off we went to put in a solid five miles around the perimeter of one of the many golf courses in this resort town. We ran three abreast with George in the middle. The black king with his white queens. They were happy that I could keep up the pace with them. Together they did many charity runs, most of them 10k, so five miles was not a big deal for them.

Before we left for our run, I saw George giving one of the cleaning staff something. It looked like money. Must have been because when we arrived back at our rooms, everything was clean and fresh. And it smelled like sunshine.

The three of us jumped into the oversized shower off the master bedroom and cleaned each other off. While Mary and I finished drying our hair and putting on our faces, George was busy on the phone. As soon as we came out dressed, he hung up, and we went to breakfast. They had what they called a Lumberjack’s Special at the hotel, so we each had one of those. Three eggs, real bacon, lots of home fries and a pair of pancakes with real maple syrup, with toast made from bread that they baked on the premises. We finished everything. I all but licked the plate.

The three of us sat in the hotel lobby and just chatted. We had some unfinished business to take care of. Mary and I were well taken care of after last night, but nobody had tended to George since he arrived here, and I was certain it had been a while since Mary tended to his business, given her proclivities.

“George,” I said, “why don’t we go upstairs, and I can, ya know, lighten you up before we get on with our day.”

Mary stared me down as if I was committing a crime.

“Not without me, you don’t.”

I was a bit startled. I figured she would be fine with me taking care of her business for her and giving her a chance to relax before the three of us went out on the town. She stood up and grabbed each of us by a hand, pulling us up and toward the elevator. On the way up, she wrapped herself around George and kissed him deeply. Not a very lesbian thing to do. When we got to our floor, she was marching ahead of us, leading the way to our room with great determination.

When the door closed behind us, she grabbed me and with her body wrapped around mine; she held me against it. Much kissing ensued, and like last night, I was really heating up. She pointed at George and gave him a look that was not to be denied.

“You. Get undressed and get your ass on the bed. NOW!”

He did not hesitate and took his clothes off as Mary undressed me and herself virtually at the same time. Clothing was strewn everywhere. George finished first and sat up in the bed on propped-up pillows. Mary dragged me to the foot of the bed and pulled me into a sixty-nine position and went to town on my pussy. Just like last night, it felt pretty damn good, so I returned the favor in kind.

It was getting pretty hot and heavy when George called out, “Hey, I thought this was supposed to be about me today.”

We detached and climbed up and double-teamed his dick. We licked and sucked from his perineum to the tip of his glans. He was oohing and ahhing after a while, but it was Mary who made the next move, which surprised the hell out of me.

“Alright, bitch, step aside and let me ride this pony.”

I looked at her in shock that she, now an avowed lesbian, would want to stick a cock in her.

“B-b-but…” I stuttered.

“No buts. Even a lesbian needs a bit of dick now and then. You’ll get your turn soon enough.”

So, I sat back and watched as she mounted him and rode him cowgirl style. And ride him, she did. They were a beautiful couple, his chocolate brown skin against her porcelain white, blonde hair waving around as she bounced up and down on him.

“Come here, Hannah, sit on his face and come kiss me.”

I could not refuse the invitation, more of an order, from this powerhouse of a woman. So, I set my moist pussy on his mouth and kissed her on hers. This was her show, and she had total control, but everyone was getting very stimulated. And George’s tongue felt so good in and around my now soaking wet pussy. All I wanted to do right now was to change places with Mary, but she was not giving that cock up so quickly, continuing to ride it like he was a thoroughbred heading down the home stretch. Lesbian, my ass, I thought.

I was really getting off on George’s tongue when Mary called out, “Change. I want you on top,” she insisted of him. So, she pulled my arms, and I was thoughtlessly cast aside as George got on top of her and hammered into her pussy. He must have pounded her for ten minutes, her legs cast into the air and her arms clinging to his back. The sounds that came from that woman made me wonder if she was okay. She most definitely was.

During the final moments of their lovemaking, they kissed deeply, but he never stopped battering her with that fine black cock of his. She came and came and came. I could almost feel the aftershocks on the bed as I sat there on its edge, hoping that I would get a turn before he blasted her pussy full of cum. But it was not to be. Not now, at least.

As they got close to the end of their savage lovemaking, they were sweating profusely, and I could almost see the steam coming off their bodies. Mary had her arms wrapped around him and her legs straight up in the air when she screamed out and came for the last time. A minute later, George stiffened up and pumped into her a little more gently a few times and collapsed beside her. Then came the shocker.

“Hannah,” Mary said. “Come clean me up.”

I got up to go into the en suite to get a washcloth, and she stopped me.

“No, Hannah, come here. Clean me up with your mouth. It will give you the chance to enjoy George’s seed and the sweetness of my pussy all at once.”

I was too shocked to move. Sure, I had tasted George’s cum after we’d had sex, but never from Mary’s pussy. I just looked at her and looked at him.

“Come on, girl,” she said, “get to steppin’. This pussy ain’t gonna lick itself.”

So, I did what the good handmaiden I had become does. I got down between her legs as she lay up against George on the bed, and ate her clean, until she achieved yet another climax. When all was said and done, the three of us got into the large shower off the master bedroom and cleaned ourselves up. George brought me off with his fingers in the middle of our ablutions and that took the edge off. For now.

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That visit when Mary broke my lesbian cherry started me down a road with Mr. & Mrs. Barry that was filled with pleasure and fraught with pain. The first trimester of that pregnancy was maybe the very best time of my life, especially toward the end. I experienced no pain or sickness of any kind. I didn’t even have morning sickness. And the sex, well, it was off the charts. Better than I’d ever had with anybody. They would come to visit me every two or three weeks during that time, and what we did to each other easily held me until their next visit. Although, by the time they would return, I was revved up and ready to go. Mary was the greatest beneficiary of the changes I was experiencing. By the time I hit the second trimester, I was a full-blown bisexual. She and I could go for hours at a time, to the point of exhaustion. I knew every fold of her sweet pussy, and she knew all the buttons to push when it came to mine.

My baby bump first developed during the middle of my second trimester, which slowed George’s roll a bit. There was no more of the aggressive, pounding, earth-shattering sex we’d had previously. But he satisfied me in a different way. He was gentle and easy on me and provided the tender touch I needed. Mary, on the other hand, didn’t stop plowing into me until I was very much into the third trimester. Just her touch made me quiver. Her kisses could make me wet and eager with desire.

If my first pregnancy was filled with frustration due to the lack of sex and human contact, this one was quite the opposite. I was always turned on. So much so that during the times I was not with the Barrys, I found companionship elsewhere. But not with men. The only cock on my block was George’s big black one. And truly, that was enough for me. Fortunately, a surprising number of the women who worked as surrogates were lesbian or bisexual. Even some girls who were completely straight would succumb to the advances of a pretty lesbian in their second trimester, when the hornys hit you really hard.

As I moved through my third trimester, Mary would visit more often and George not so much. Especially when the sex of the baby was determined to be a female, which was Mary’s wish. George wanted a boy to carry on his name and maybe be a baseball player like he was, but it was not to be. When I told him that maybe our next one would be a boy, he smiled, feeling reassured he would get another chance and the opportunity to prolong our relationship.

Birthing babies is never easy, but compared to the first one, it was a breeze. And quickly. I delivered an eight-pound, one-ounce baby girl in a little over two hours. Little Georgia Peach Barry. Her mother was there throughout the entire process; her father was not. He did, however, show up the next day beaming at his adorable pecan-colored, curly blonde-haired, green-eyed girl. She was a knockout from minute one. And when they cleaned her up and put her in my arms, I knew there was no other baby in all the world as beautiful as she. Alex Murph paled in comparison; no pun intended. I was really looking forward to taking care of this baby. Then they snatched her from me, and right to Mary she went. And that’s where she stayed until feeding time.

As before, the next day I was released from the hospital and went back to Bridge House to spend the night. I had my shower with the girls and spent the evening laughing and crying with them. We had our little going-away party in Tammy’s room. Miss Tammy Anton was an avowed lesbian who said she was only into surrogacy for the money. Three months into her third pregnancy, her first with a mixed-race couple; she said that this time was the first time she truly enjoyed the sex. It took her two rounds to make it happen, and she had no problem with that whatsoever. She made no bones about it that if she does it again, and she intends to, it will be with an interracial couple.

 When the Barrys came to pick me up the following morning from Bridge House, there was a fourth adult with them in the limo they rented to take us home to their place. Louisa was an RN who would be with us for the next two weeks to both see to the health and welfare of their newborn and to look after me until I healed from birthing eight pounds of baby.

I think they lived no more than an hour from Bridge, but because I slept most of the way, I couldn’t tell you. Louisa woke me somewhere mid-trip to feed the baby, but once she was burped and settled down, I handed her right back to the nurse and fell back to sleep. The birth really took it out of me, and I just needed my rest for now. Having someone to relieve me for the next two weeks would really help, and when I took over as secondary caretaker, I was in much better shape to take care of Georgia.

The Barrys lived in the country, in a beautiful mansion of a home. It was an area where many well-to-do people lived to escape the confines and hustle and bustle of the city. They had a man and a woman living in, who took care of housekeeping, maintenance and, in this day and age, of course, security. The security company took care of the heavy lifting in that department. The room they used as a nursery was large enough to house three babies and had every imaginable convenience, as well as twenty-four-hour surveillance.

Mary spent a considerable amount of time with Georgia, and in no time, they were bound to each other. Motherhood suited her, and as far as she was concerned, the sun rose and set on her little Georgia Peach. George doted on her, but Mary was in a whole different league. But she didn’t seem nearly as jealous of my ties to the baby as June Murph had, and gave me free rein to take care of her as I saw fit. It was nice to be more than just a set of tits. Although I was that too, having increased in bust size from a little more than a B to a full C cup. And for Georgia, my cup runneth over. Sometimes she took it straight from the tit, and sometimes we pumped.

For the first eight weeks I spent in their home, sex was not even in the back of my mind. It took a while for the soreness to abate, and whenever I looked in the mirror; I saw someone I wouldn’t want to fuck. Fat and dumpy with a bulbous nose, and a head full of runaway emotions, I spent every hour I could gently working out, taking care of Georgia and pursuing online courses toward my nursing degree. Every couple of weeks, the Barrys had a masseuse come in and tune them up. They allowed me to take part in this activity as well.

For the first three months after Georgia was born, George pretty much left me alone. I ate with the housekeeper and maintenance man, only occasionally taking meals with the Barrys, whom I found to be warm and welcoming. The little girl kept me hopping, and my days were pretty much full. When I was not busy with her, I would hit the books, assist Bertha, the cook, with her duties, and sometimes the cooking. But my nights were quiet and lonely. That is, until one night, after we’d all had massages, George came to me and brought something I was craving. Him.

George had been more out than in lately, working with one of the TV networks during the baseball season. He was doing primarily color analysis during home games, and although they didn’t show him much, you’d hear that mellifluous baritone of his. Whenever I could, I would put the games on either to watch or as background while I did chores. Just to hear George’s voice. I found it a real turn-on, and it made me miss him more. So, when he came into my room and approached me, I was easy pickins.

“How are you feeling, Hannah?”

“Great, George, living here with you folks has made it easy for me to heal, and I’m getting closer to my fighting weight every day. I’m still not allowed to run or fully exercise, but I’ll get there, and when I do, just you wait.”

“I don’t want to wait, Hannah. How are you feeling, you know, down there?”

“About now I’m feeling like I could use some sweet, gentle, loving down there. But from nobody but you.”

He almost knocked me over when he threw his arms around me and pulled me to him. We kissed gently and rubbed our lips together. Then I stuck my tongue down his throat and went for it. We stood in the middle of my room, making out for the longest time. Then he kissed me while he undressed me. I was embarrassed about my body, but he shushed me and told me I was beautiful. He kissed my neck, my breasts and stopped at my tummy, which was still distended from the pregnancy, and lingered there kissing all around it. Then he kissed my vagina and looked up at me. “Lie down, Hannah. I’ll only be a minute. I lay on the bed, my head on pillows, and watched as he stood there undressing. It was a body I knew and one that I missed.

When he finally dropped his boxers, I crawled down to the foot of the bed, grabbed his cock and took it in my mouth. Standing at the foot of the bed, he oohed and ahhed as I sucked and licked and, in every way, tended to the organ I’d missed so much. Then, with him fully erect, I lay down on my back and cast my arms out toward him. “Come, George. Take me.”

Being the gem that he is, he lay down on the bed, kissed me on my belly, and then buried his face in my vagina and gently administered to me. He was totally not aggressive, but he put just enough pressure in the right spots that my pussy got the message and purred as he licked me and sucked on my clitoris. Instead of finger-banging me, he gently massaged my G-spot with just the one finger and sent me to a place I hadn’t been in a while. There were no fireworks and no explosive orgasms, but it felt damned good, and the sense of wellbeing that overcame me was overwhelming. Sadly, my vaginal juices just weren’t flowing at their usual rate, so George excused himself and left the room.

When he came back, he had a bottle of lubricant he said he and Mary used on occasion when she was experiencing dryness, or if she was using one of her many toys. After slathering me up down there, he jumped on board and stuck that thing of his where the sun don’t shine. In the beginning, it hurt. Not a lot, but it was damn uncomfortable. So, he applied more of the lube and kept going. Gently he moved in and out of me and, in a short period of time, it started to feel better. Then it felt great. I tried to persuade him to push harder, but he would not. I don’t know, maybe I was not ready for earth-shattering sex yet. Maybe he knew better. But I know that the sex was fantastic, and I had what I would consider a couple of mini earthquakes that rocked me enough and left me wanting more.

George continued to visit me occasionally, and as time passed, the sex got better, and as I started to get wet on my own, down there, he took more liberties and sent my head spinning. I could feel that he and I were making a comeback. Every time I’d see him, I’d try to lure him back to my bed, but he had a mistress I could not compete with. Baseball. And baseball season is long. Damned long.

After about six months with the Barrys, I started running again. They had a treadmill in their home gym I had been walking on, so I spent as much time on it as I could, trying to put in five miles or more each day, first walking and then bringing myself up to a trot. I also did yoga, and Mary had an instructor come in once every week for her and me. Other than those yoga sessions, she and I spent little time together. She was on the run a lot, and I spent most of my waking hours with the baby, and plenty of nights as well. On rare occasions, we’d make love.

In the beginning, we spoke about me spending six months with the baby and nursing her, and tending to her. As we entered the seventh month, they sat me down and made me an offer of permanent employment as Georgia’s nanny. George thought that there could be no one better to tend to the child than the natural mother, and Mary gave him no argument. She wanted all the benefits of motherhood and none of the downsides. They increased what they were paying me and agreed to pay my tuition while I took online courses toward my nursing degree. I was almost through my Associate’s degree and that was very appealing, as I was looking to pursue a B.S.N. Mary tried to get me to change my studies to education so that I might eventually help them educate and tutor the child, but I felt pediatric nursing was my calling and I wouldn’t change my major.

I was feeling pretty good about my situation and was looking down the road to the three of us being a permanent item. To that end, one day I made a life-altering decision. I went to Center City, Philadelphia, to South Street to get myself a tattoo so that George would know I was in it for the long haul. The very long haul. On my left breast, just like Mary, I got myself a Queen of Spades tattoo, about two inches in diameter. When I showed it to him, he was shocked, but told me he liked it. When I showed it to Mary, she laughed but made no other comment.

At the end of baseball season, George was home more often, and he and I spent a lot of time in bed together. Mary even joined us for a threesome on an ongoing basis. Being double-teamed by those two was like a religious experience which left me summoning my maker more often than not. That is when George introduced me to anal sex so that he could be satisfied when I was in my fertile cycle or on my period. He was never to be denied, and I never refused him, orally, vaginally, or anally. And anally, that turned out to be not that bad.

In time, Mary was missing her squad. She was bitten by the travel bug, and she wanted to gather her rich lesbian girlfriends and fuck their way around the world again. This time, maybe in Asia and the Pacific. I would become Georgia’s de facto primary caretaker while her parents lived their lives. I tried to convince them both that the child needed more of their time in her life, but they rebuffed me. So, Mary packed her bags and off she went. And George and I fucked a couple of days a week until the end of baseball season. It was more than enough for me, and I was thinking that at twenty-one I had it pretty damned good. My feelings for George were growing, as was my love for his little girl. With Mary gone so much, I thought of her as the odd man out and myself as the good and loving wife. Boy, was I fooling myself.

About a year and a half into the experience, after taking Georgia to a local park to wheel her around and get her some air, I came home and put her down for a long nap and heard something coming from the master bedroom. George’s car was in the garage when I pulled in, but I didn’t think anything of it. But I found the sounds coming from the bedroom disturbing. It sounded like somebody was fucking and Mary was out of town, for a change. So once the baby was down, I snuck down the hall to the master suite and cracked the door open. There was George on the bed fucking the hell out of a little Asian girl, probably my age, and he was doing a proper job. He was taking her from behind, and she was moaning and grumbling, sounding like she was speaking in tongues. Or maybe it was just Japanese. She was really into it, and so was he. 

And then she called out his name. Fuming, I backed away from the door and made my way downstairs to the kitchen where I searched through the drawers till I found Bertha the cook’s cannabis vape pen. I took a couple of really good hits to calm me down, threw it back in the drawer and ran to my room. I buried my head in my pillow and cried.

The first thing I thought when the tears finally dried and the cannabis haze subsided was to give Mary a call and rat him out. She would make his life a living hell for cheating on us. Then I thought about it for a while and waited to talk to him first.

Talking to George only made it worse. He let me know, in no uncertain terms, that this is his house and his life and that I was nothing more than an employee and a side piece for him. When I threatened to go to Mary, he just laughed and told me to do it. That she knows about his serial philandering and that it has been going on for years. The conversation left me devastated. I looked down at my left breast and was flooded with feelings of regret. I ran to my room, locked the door, and cried for two straight days.

When I finally emerged from my room, I took Georgia from Bertha, who had been tending to her for the past two days in my absence, and did my best to give her the attention she needed. She was long past breastfeeding and my tits had returned to their pre-pregnancy size and shape. But she clung to my breast because of the bond we had developed between us. More than the bond of a natural mother and daughter, our time together, which had been much more than her time with Mary of late, brought us extremely close. For the next month I wouldn’t let George near me, so he sought his comfort elsewhere. He never went without. He dedicated one of the guest rooms in the house to his female visitors, and there were many, in all sizes, shapes, and colors. All beautiful. Sometimes they would come for a few hours, and other times they would stay for days. The sounds that came out of that room drove me mad, as he would openly flaunt the sex he was having in front of me.

Physically, emotionally, and hormonally, I was going through hell. My care of the baby and my studies suffered, and I descended into a deep depression. Mary picked up on this and would occasionally come into my room to comfort me, but the sex with her wasn’t enough and she just didn’t have it in her to ease my discomfiture.

Despite my bond with little Georgia, I felt empty and alone. With all the amenities and benefits of living in the Barrys’ incredible home, I knew it was time for me to leave. Having developed a strong bond with Georgia made it all that more difficult.

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Being very close to completing my Associate’s in Nursing from Drexel University, online, I took a week to explore nursing schools in the state where I could pursue a B.S.N. in person. Living in Pennsylvania and not wanting to attend school in the city, I confined my search to the best rural schools in the state and decided that Penn State’s Main Campus would give me the best combination of a good education and a nice place to live. As a straight-A student at Drexel, I’d have no problem qualifying for Penn State’s Bachelor of Science program and, if accepted as a third-year student, would go directly into clinical studies.

Having banked all of my money from the two pregnancies and the salaries I had earned from both the Murphs and the Barrys, I had plenty of money to pursue and pay for school. So, I rolled the dice and found a nice furnished apartment in Hershey, where the medical center was located, and put in my two weeks’ notice with the Barrys.

To say that I caught them by surprise is an understatement. I guess they thought they had me over a barrel between my emotional ties to Georgia and the employment package they offered me, but I was not to be denied. They immediately confined me to my room, except for meals, and denied me access to Georgia. The very next day, I took a cab to the nearest used car dealer and bought myself a two-year-old Chevy hybrid. Paid for in full in cash. Like everything else on the road these days, it has an electric element, but has a gas-driven backup. I had obtained my driver’s license prior to my becoming a surrogate, and kept it up mostly for identification purposes. I was a little rusty behind the wheel, not having driven in four years, but I made it back to the Barrys’ and packed up all my worldly possessions and took off. Two weeks be damned. The entire time, I did not shed a tear.

By the time I arrived in Hershey, at my new place, I was feeling pretty comfortable behind the wheel. I parked in my assigned spot and schlepped everything up to my second-story walk-up where I collapsed on the bed. It could have been more comfortable, and I vowed to replace it. As I lay back, my thoughts ran to Georgia, and I could see her face in my mind’s eye. But I did not cry. I only prayed that she would be okay without me. She was, after all, half mine, and after a year and a half of raising her, her welfare would forever be my concern. Not to mention the fact that I have a love for her like I have never experienced. Not with my parents, not with little Alex Murph. And, for certain, never with any man.

I spent the next week establishing my residency in Hershey and following up with both Drexel and Penn State. I had completed all of my coursework with Drexel and was waiting for my final grades and A.D.N. diploma so that I could apply for licensure with the state and pass the NCLEX-RN to get licensed as an RN in the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania. Everything came through for me in March, and by the end of the month, I was certified as an RN, ready to go to work, at least on a limited basis.

The icing on the cake for the month of March was my acceptance to Penn State’s Nursing program, and as a third-year student, I was placed into clinic as I had hoped. That was to start in September, so all I had to do was keep busy until then. So, I applied for a job at Hershey Park and was accepted at the Family Health and Services Center. My contract ran from May to September, just in time for me to start clinical work at Hershey Medical Center.

Still not having matriculated, I was in a lonely place, not knowing anyone in Hershey. So, I spent April getting the lay of the land. By the second week, I was totally bored. Lots of cornfields and a lot of cows. So, I booked a week at the Hershey Lodge to at least surround myself with people. Best thing I ever did. I got myself a spa treatment on day one and swam every day. I ate like a pig and drank my fair share at the bars. And I met people. Both men and women. I even got hit on a couple of times.

Then one night as I was having drinks at Fire & Grain, one of the hotel’s restaurants, a fit, handsome black man in his late twenties sat next to me and asked if I minded if he sat down. Just my type. Not only didn’t I mind, I insisted. In fact, I bought him a drink. Not that I was necessarily looking for a man. Frankly, I would be more content at this time with a woman, but any port in a storm, as they say.

He and I talked, and he said he was a nurse anaesthetist in his fifth year working at Hershey Medical Center. We talked and talked, and I bombarded him with questions about nursing and the medical center. We had a lot in common, and then I found out one more thing we had in common. Bisexuality. He leaned toward men, but didn’t mind the occasional roll in the hay with a pretty girl. He was unattached at the time and found that the Lodge was a good place for him to meet people. Taking a walk, or just taking a cab from his apartment in Hummelstown to downtown Hershey and cruising the bars trying to get lucky. If all else failed, there was always The Lodge. It looked like I was the one getting lucky.

William, never ‘Bill or Billy’ Jenkins, was on the first of his four days off after a three-day shift. After a drink or three and enough conversation to know he had what I needed and needed right now, I all but dragged him to my room for what I hoped would be a night of debauchery.

When I told him I was not on birth control, he rolled up his sleeve and, on his wrist, he had a tattoo of a male gender identity symbol with a line through it. When I told him I didn’t know what it meant, he said that it signified that he had a vasectomy and was good to go regarding birth control. We discussed our sexual history and showed each other our current medical cards, signifying we were both disease-free. Before he could get his card back into his wallet, I was undressing him. In another minute, I was on my knees, his mighty black cock was in my mouth, and he was in seventh heaven.

After a few minutes of some pretty savvy cocksucking, he was lying on the bed, and I was whipping my clothes off. When I lay down next to him, he apologized that he didn’t have a particular taste for pussy, but he let his fingers do the walking and, in a minute, I was ready for what he had. It wasn’t as long as George’s, but it was enough for me. He was plenty girthy and as he slowly inserted it into my wet, eager pussy, I felt stretched enough to feel pleasure with no pain. He maneuvered in and out of me slowly, and when I moaned, he asked how I liked it.

“Hannah, you have a soft, warm, tight pussy. How do you like it?”

“I like it hard, William. Take me. Go for it.”

Slowly, he increased the speed and velocity of his thrusts. He kissed me hard on the mouth and softly on my neck. Then his hands found my breasts and stroked and fondled them. My nipples reached out to them as if they were a baby’s mouth. Then it was his mouth on them. And it felt sooooo good. We went back to kissing as his black cock moved in and out of me in long strokes. He’d pull it almost all the way out and then shove it all the way in, with purpose. And then he did that really fast. I held onto his strong shoulders and wrapped my legs around his waist. As he plunged into me repeatedly, I could feel something happening down below that I hadn’t felt in what seemed like a long time. One of those orgasms. Yeah. One of the big ones.

“More, William, more. Just like that. Yeah, right there. Pleeeeeease!”

Then, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, my whole body shook, with the epicenter being my pussy. Never stopping the pounding, he lifted his face away from me and looked me straight in the eyes.

“Hannah, you have the most beautiful green eyes I’ve ever seen.”

Boom, there I go again, orgasm number two, and I was melting. Like the Wicked Witch on a rainy day. And he kept on going. He must have gone on for fifteen minutes when he suddenly slowed down and stopped.

“Cowgirl,” he said and shuffled over to the edge of the bed. I got off the bed and immediately mounted him, wrapping my legs around his waist. He grabbed my ass and adjusted me so that I was on his groin, and he was as deep in me as he could get. Then he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me deeply, with lots and lots of tongue. I wanted to watch this happening, but my eyes were glued shut from the intensity of my arousal. I clung to him tightly as he rolled his hips and that big black thing of his moved in and out of me. It felt so good. After two rousing orgasms, I was a little tender down there. This was just what I needed and was enough to bring me to a third orgasm.

“Tell me, Hannah, are you ready for the grand finale?”

“You mean there’s more?”

“Not too much more, but you’ve had your turn. Now it’s mine.”

“Okay, man, go for it. I’m here for the duration.”

William stood up with me wrapped around him and him still inside me and placed me down at the corner of the bed. He looked me right in the eyes and with determination in those big baby browns, and with his feet firmly planted on the floor, he pushed that thing of his as far and as hard into me as he could. He grabbed me by my ankles and pushed my legs way up over my head and just went for it. Hard and fast, in and out. His cock must have been in and out of me a hundred times during that part of our lovemaking. Lovemaking? More like assault.

“Oh my God, Oh, my fuckin’ GODDDD.”

I can’t believe he said that this part of it was for him because I was coming, and I was coming hard. Then, when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he tensed up and shot his load. I could feel the wetness of his cum in my pussy. I could feel as his cock shrunk down to where it fell out of me and I lay there empty but fulfilled. He rolled off of me and we crawled to the head of the bed and sat back on the propped-up pillows.

“Whew,” I said. “Been awhile?”

“Not really, but when I have sex, man or woman, I like to go for it.”

“Oh, William, we’ve got to do this again.”

“Not tonight, dear. How about in the morning? We can make it a date. How about tonight we just cuddle up and revisit this Olympic-level fucking in the morning?”

“You read my mind. You know, I could get used to this, and I’m hoping we can be very good friends for a very long time.”

“I can almost guarantee it. When I can’t find a proper gentleman to fuck.”

“Understood. But what am I to do when you’re out fucking men?”

“There are a lot of single people at the hospital, and you will meet and get to work with some of them. I can tell you they are the finest professionals you will ever meet. Not so surprisingly, many of the men are snipped.”

“Snipped?”

“They have had vasectomies.”

“Good to know. Just not in the mood to undergo another pregnancy anytime soon, but I do like my sex, although I thought I’d be confining myself to women. I’m such a fertile Myrtle; I’d be pregnant all the time.”

“Do you miss your kids?”

“They’re not my kids, William.”

“Yeah, but half of them is you.”

“I’d really rather not discuss it.”

“Okay, maybe another time?”

“How about maybe never?”

“Sorry I brought it up.”

Wanting desperately to change the subject, William told me about another way to get social in Hershey. A group of gay men and women get together for something they call a munch to discuss gay topics and to bond as a community. He also said it was a great place to make a hookup, which is the reason so many people come.

Hershey is out in the country and unlike Philadelphia, where there is a plethora of gay people, it is a tiny community. Mostly comprising college students, Hershey Park employees, and Medical Center staff. There ain’t many gay farmers in Pennsylvania.

“But the munches are by invitation only.”

“Oh, and how do I wrangle an invitation?”

“You know, we have to keep the riff-raff out, but I think I might just be able to arrange it for you.”

I gave him a smack on his chest and then a kiss on the lips. What a great first friend to make in Hershey, a place where I’d be spending at least a year. Then he asked me a question that really came out of the blue.

“How did you get into black guys?”

“Actually, only one of the guys I’ve ever slept with is not black, and half of my baby daddies are black. I guess it just worked out that way.”

“That little tattoo of yours says to me you must like it that way.”

“And it’s guys like you that will keep me coming back to black.”

“Honestly, there aren’t a hell of a lot of us up here in Hicksville, Pennsylvania.”

“Does that bother you, William? You seem to be fine out here in the country.”

“For sure. I grew up in the city, and it gets pretty aggressive there. The pace out here and the quiet out amongst the corn and the chickens is nice. I get to the city every now and again, mostly with friends or to see old friends or maybe to see a show or visit the Gayborhood. But to live there every day… Nah.”

“And what about the park? I’m working there for the busy season. Do you go often?”

“Oh yeah. Like me, many of the staff at the Medical Center are season pass holders. Especially those with families. It’s a great place to unwind after a long shift during the hot summer months. I’d highly recommend it.”

“As an employee, on my off days I will have full access to the park, so I’m good to go. But I fully intend to take advantage of that perk.”

“So, when do you start at the hospital?”

“September. I got my associate’s at Drexel, and this will be my first venture as a Nittany Lion. Blue and white all the way. I’m really looking forward to clinical. It’s been all book work up to now.”

“Yep. That’s where the rubber hits the road. And you said you want to work with kids?”

“Yeah, eventually working as a pediatric nurse practitioner, or maybe in acute care. I think that’s where I’d like to land as a vocation.”

“I’m certified in peri-anesthesia for pedes and have worked many a shift when the anesthesia staff was short-handed over at Children’s Hospital.”

“You must find the work very satisfying. What got you into it?”

“I do. But it’s hard with the kids. My heart goes out to them having to go through some of the shit they have to go through. I initially got into anesthesia to help patients with pain management. It’s difficult striking that careful balance between pain control and addiction. Even these days, with the advanced meds and techniques, it’s not easy.”

“Well, enough shop talk. I’m tired, and I want to go to sleep. Why don’t you wrap yourself around me and tomorrow morning when we wake up, I’ll pretend that I’m a man and give you the best blow job you’ve ever had.”

“I’ll take that offer. Good night, Hannah. Thank you for today.”

“No, William, thank you.”

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The next day I did give him a blow job. I don’t know if it’s the best he’s ever had, but it was a good one. I know a satisfied customer when I see one. After breakfast at the Lodge, we jumped in the Chevy, and I took him home to pack a bag so he could stay with me for the next two days until his shift came up. And we took advantage of everything. We swam and worked out together in their fitness center and even played in the arcade. We weren’t bored for a minute, and we never grew tired of each other’s company.

Then there was the sex. What happens when you put two bisexuals together? Everything. And we made just about everything happen. The one restriction he had was no anal sex with fake dicks. He would only do it with the real thing. I can’t say I blame him. There’s nothing like getting a piece of plastic shoved up your ass a few dozen times to get your attention. But he had no problem sticking that firm black phallus of his up my patoot. I didn’t mind. In fact, I kind of like it. But only occasionally. I even dragged him out of his comfort zone when I begged him to eat my pussy, and he did it. I don’t think it was his favorite thing because I didn’t orgasm that way, but I sure got heated up. That’s when I decided I’d have to find a nice lesbian to give me the experience I truly sought.

At the end of our time together at Hershey Lodge, William assured me it was just the beginning of our time together. I let him know how grateful I was to have such a good friend in my new hometown and that my door would always be open to him. We lived only twenty minutes apart by car, and with neither of us being encumbered by a roommate, neither of us would have to go without for the foreseeable future. Life was looking up.

The rest of my time at Hershey Lodge was nice and easy. I lay back and watched the families play together while sipping on cocktails and sampling a variety of menu offerings. On the other side of the coin, I ran on the treadmills and swam to work off the food and drink. I wasn’t looking for sex; and wasn’t looking for love. I wasn’t looking for anything. But I was feeling great. And I wasn’t thinking of the two little ones I had given birth to. Were they behind me? Not by any stretch of the imagination. But I didn’t feel them tearing me apart, and that’s progress.

When I got back to my apartment, which was a whole ten minutes from the Lodge, I schlepped my bag up and threw all my dirty clothes in the laundry basket. That would be tomorrow’s chore. It’s good to have a few bucks in the bank while you are going to college. I had enough so that when I rented the apartment; it had its own washer and dryer, so I could kick back and read while the laundry did itself.