A Story of Triumph

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A Story of Triumph -1-

The Women's Disease

Breast cancer had been a terror in Ashleigh Johnson's family for generations. So, when she was told on her 27th birthday that she was also a carrier of the mutation, she was devastated. Her doctor, a female physician she had been getting mammograms through for several years, recommended a double mastectomy as the radical step to save her life. Like her mother, she would eventually sport a set of artificial breasts.

Ashleigh would lose both breasts but maintain her nipples and areolas. Essentially, she'd be flat-chested. The surgery was successful, and there was no sign of cancer after a year. Her mother and she rejoiced: they caught the cancer early enough to eradicate it.

But the outgoing and charismatic woman became a recluse. The cancer had destroyed her beautiful figure. Before the surgeries, she had many friends, but after the surgeries, not so many. After the initial cards and letters, her friends seemed to disappear.

At about that time, her doctor's colleague, also a woman, recommended partial reconstruction. Whereas she had been a full C Cup, she would be an A+ Cup with the aid of silicone implants. The reconstruction was successful, and a year later, she was standing in the mirror, gently playing with her new breasts.

"They are better than nothing," she thought.

When she got the original diagnosis, she worked as the head librarian at a city library in the Deep South. She hated missing work, but she stayed on top of her illness. She was transformed into a fighter for herself and women's rights and retained her job. She joined the hospital support group and soon was the organization's leader.

She had been a lesbian since, well, halfway through sixth grade. That's when her best friend, Brenda, invited her for a sleepover. She'd never forget that exciting time when she discovered girls. In junior high, high school, and college, she developed a vast circle of lesbian soul mates. Unlike dating guys, the womyn tended to stay friends even when they were no longer dating.

But the network of people she knew (and had slept with) pretty much evaporated. In its place was the constant dull, throbbing pain from the operation.

Need for a Break

At the age of twenty-nine, she was going to Spain with her two closest friends, also twenty-nine, to get away and recharge her batteries. At least these two did not abandon her.

Scarlett was a beautiful blonde with a slim build and C Cups. She was a Park District Manager and spent most of her time outdoors with young people. Naturally, her time in the son gave her a perma tan that left most women jealous. On top of that, she was stunning, with big lips and waves of beautiful blonde hair that seemingly never stopped.

Avery was a tall, statuesque brunette with D Cups. Everyone, including guys, wanted to be with her. Unfortunately for them, she was a committed lesbian. Like Scarlett, she too had full lips but also the large breasts that beckoned attention from all. She was a classy lady who treated all, including straights, respectfully. Some of her friends insisted that she run for governor.

Ashleigh wanted to see the sights and experience the scenes of Spain, the ancient and liberal nation. But most of all, she wanted to have vacation sex, lots of it. Scarlett and Avery did, too: with each other and the dark-eyed and raven-haired beauties everywhere in Barcelona.

The first day, a Saturday, began with breakfast at a "restaurante" two blocks from their Airbnb, where the three ladies took their time savoring the Spanish cuisine. Ashleigh was made to feel like a queen, with Scarlett and Avery's feet exploring her legs and even getting to explore her panty-less pussy.

"Ah, Spain! Whodathunkit," said Ashleigh. "Just what the good doctor ordered."

There was another couple at the adjacent table, and they enjoyed watching the three liberated "Norteamericanas."

At some point in the extended breakfast, Ashleigh began talking to the women at the next table. Their names were Juliana and Elena. They were both twenty-four, gay and out, and, for their livelihood, the two were accountants. After introductions led by Ashleigh and Juliana, the girls settled in and ordered drinks, combining the tables.

Ashleigh connected with Juliana and turned her chair closer to hers. When Juliana reached for her hand, Ashleigh felt a special bond. They looked into each other's eyes for what seemed like minutes, and the others noticed.

It was 10:15 under a Spanish sky. They lost track of time and were soon hungry for lunch. Everything tasted great, and the Spanish red wine kept flowing. None of the girls was drunk; they were just feeling horny, and the Rioja was helping there.

Ashleigh and Juliana excused themselves to go to the bathroom.

"I guess they couldn't wait," said Avery. The three womyn at the table knew what she meant and giggled. She followed them until they disappeared through the archway at the end of the terrace. Then, she shook her head and smiled knowingly.

"I haven't seen one since my junior year in high school. The way those two instantly bonded," said one.

"I think the word is emophilia," said another.

"The other word is randy," said the third, and they laughed and returned to their drinks.

When the two lovers returned to the table some twenty minutes later, they appreciated that the three girls acted like it was natural. Juliana's perfect black hair was a little mussed, but none of the others said anything.

Avery asked the female waiter for at least four celery stalks or "apio." She returned with a dozen stalks in a beautiful green glass that looked like it was made for serving celery.

"I've never seen this type of glass dish before," Scarlett told the waiter. "It's perfect for celery. It's sort of like an extra-wide candlestick holder. I like the female curves it has."

"Gracias," said the waiter. "We get many requests for celery from our female guests. My boss searched for a dish to serve celery online. I'm glad you like it. It, too, is from Spain. We have them for sale."

The celery was delicious and so fresh. They ate it up, and the American girls each purchased a green glass serving dish.

The girls from Spain spoke excellent English, although with a delicious (and seductive) Castillian accent. They discussed coming out as lesbian and being out and confident WLW in America and Spain. It was a remarkably similar story, with the primary difference being the stronger family ties of the ancient land of Castille. The arousal at the table became palpable as the stories of lesbian life became increasingly explicit. For the love of pussy!

Making Love with the Senoritas

Before they knew it, it was 2:00, and although they could have continued sharing for the rest of the day, they decided to adjourn to the American girls' flat. When they got up from the table, Juliana took Ashleigh's hand, and the two led the way.

When they got to the flat, Juliana took Ashleigh in her arms, telling her she loved her life story, and asked if she would please make love to her. Ashleigh hadn't been in love for a long time and was swept up in Juliana's seduction. While the others were laughing and heading for the bedroom, Juliana and Ashleigh began to undress each other in the foyer.

There were facing mirrors behind them in the foyer, and both women's eyes alternated between watching their new lover's incredible ass in the mirror and the view of the frontal nudity. When Ashleigh dropped her sky blue bra, Juliana instinctively began to lick the scars on Ashleigh's chest. Juliana was overwhelmed with emotion and mewled,

"Fuck cancer. It couldn't kill your beauty. Don't give into that, mi amor. I love your girls." She was lightly touching and massaging them.

"Thank you, sweetie," said Ashleigh, who instantly felt the ongoing pain disappear. "You don't know how that touched me. They were able to put an A+ prosthetic in there. They aren't the C's I had, but I'll make do."

"They are wondrous, and I want to make love to them. Mi amor, how sensitive are they?"

"I've been masturbating and massaging my A Cups for weeks now," said Ashleigh. "This is my first time making love with someone other than my mother since the operation. I'll let you know if it hurts, but you've made me feel like a woman again. I don't know what it is, but you've made the pain disappear."

For another couple minutes, Juliana continued her tonging of both breasts. She was utterly lost in Ashleigh's juvenile breasts. The girls were both femme switches, though Ashleigh generally preferred bottoming, and Juliana was a top gurl.

"Come with me," said Juliana, and she led Ashleigh to the sofa.

Ashleigh sat down, and Juliana knelt in the space between her milky legs, shifting her attention to her pussy, her perfectly shaven slit that was already opening up for Juliana. As she licked her cunt with eagerness, she found that everything was gleaming, and her big clit's head was popping out, shining in the midday sun coming through the windows.

Ashleigh entered her with one at first and then two long tapered fingers. She had had them manicured just yesterday, and the sight of them pistoning in and out of her pussy caused Ashleigh to swoon.

"Oh my God, if you keep that up, I'm going to cum," said Ashleigh. "You know what you're doing."

Ashleigh's approval caused a tingle in Juliana's crotch. Being praised by an American girl was special, and Ashleigh was her first. The Spanish lesbians looked to the WLW of America and Britain for inspiration. Juliana took it a step further and read up on the lesbian history of the UK and America—Virginia Wolff and the lesbians of early twentieth-century America.

The door to the bedroom was ajar, and the lovers on the couch caught snatches of Elena's mewling at the fucking she was getting from her American lovers. Aahhhh.

"Here, put your feet up on the couch so I can lick your ass," said Juliana.

She moved Ashleigh's butt to the edge of the white couch and curled her large tongue. She entered the private portal and found it pleasingly wet, for the bowl of Ashleigh's asshole was already creamy from her cunt's voluminous leaking. Soon, Ashleigh's head was rolling like a play doll as Juliana was pistoning in and out to the second knuckle.

Juliana, while continuing to pulse into her pussy with now four fingers, sensed Ashleigh's orgasm was cumming. She got up from her kneeling position (keeping her hands steady) and kissed her tits, and then covered her mouth with its bright red lipstick and gave her a kiss for the ages.

"Aahhhh, you dyke. I'm cumming! Keep going, you lesbo bitch."

There was nothing that the strong femme would rather do than keep going. The Spanish lover's head was "down there" non-stop as she powered her lover to her long overdue climax.

The wave of Ashleigh's orgasm was cresting.

"Oohhhh fuck, Aahhhh my God. Wowsie. Shit. Babe, I'm toast," cried Ashleigh. Her eyeballs rolled up in her head, and Juliana knew she had done well. Ashleigh went limp, and Juliana looked upon her with a lascivious smile and the lesbian sheen and said,

"I'm sure you didn't mean that. Rest now, my dear." Ashleigh fell over, and the 5' 10" Juliana pushed her to the back of the couch and laid beside her, but not before she put a throw pillow they could share under her head. Juliana sensed the three girls in the bedroom were still going at it, but she relished being alone with Ashleigh. Beautiful thoughts of her and Ashleigh being together crossed her mind.

"Spain or America? America, for sure. Plane tickets to Spain are cheap," she thought as she went to sleep beside her perfect match.

The Ladies Do Dinner

There was no agenda that afternoon, for love has no timetable. By 4:00, all was quiet in the flat as the Andalusian sun continued its trek across the hot blue sky. The Americans loved the Spanish girls and thanked God for the serendipitous gathering at the restaurant.

Around 6:00, the women gathered in the kitchen.

"The structure of this flat is identical to ours," said Elena. "We just live a couple blocks over. Why don't you all come over?"

"Yes, do come over. We'll continue the party, and I will have some lasagna en la refrigeradora. And, of course, we have red wine. Say, at 8:00 or so?"

"I'm down for that," said Avery. "Should we bring our toothbrushes?"

"Spoken like a true lesbian," said Elena. They all cracked up at that. "You're not going home, so bring your swimsuits for the beach tomorrow."

At about 6:00, the three American girls gathered around the door of Elena and Juliana's flat. When Elena answered the door, the three girls sang in unison, "Let's get the party started!" You'd think that they were good friends or something.

"Well, I know that I'm curious about your relationship," said Scarlett as they settled in for the evening. "Are you girlfriends... may be looking to get married someday.

"We were. Now it's just, how do you say, "friends with benefits?" said Juliana. "We've known each other since freshman year of college. But we still have sex. Regularmente."

"Haha. We get it," said Scarlett.

"Let's change the pairings," said Avery, accepting a little more wine from Juliana. "How about Juliana with me and Ashleigh with Elena and Scarlett?"

Ashleigh frowned. "That's cool...but I was thinking, Avery. I want another round with Juliana." Immediately, Ashleigh burst into tears, and the others gathered around her and ministered to her, kissing and hugging gently. Juliana moved to Ashleigh's side and held her hand in both of hers.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me," said Ashleigh. "It's just that we connected, you know." Juliana was kissing her tears now, and it was a beautiful scene.

"Duh, it was like when Jenny meets Marina, you know, in the "L Word," said Avery. "How you two bonded was as plain as day and so exciting. It was one of the highlights of the trip so far. Why don't we get a glass of our favorite beverage and toast our lovelies."

Shouts of "here, here" rang out. Everyone's favorite beverage was the Rioja. Avery raised her glass of the red wine, recently filled, and said,

"To Ashleish and Juliana. May Sappho bless you and keep you, and may her face shine upon you all of your days. May you have a little girl or two and countless glorious orgasms."

The girls broke into laughter and good cheer, and their hands gave the heads of Ashleigh and Juliana dry shampoos. As they were famished, they ate a meal of lasagna and salads. They discussed the room assignments for the night. Juliana and Ashleigh would be in the bedroom, and the others would take the sofa. They were all chomping to be loosed in the lovemaking, for their midday naps gave them extra energy.

Another Round of Fucking

Ashleigh chased Juliana to the bedroom, and their hearts were full of joy as they got undressed. They threw their clothing hither and yon in the messy bedroom as lesbo bitches are wont to do. Ashleigh never did find her briefs. Rumor had it that Juliana had scooped them up, and that rumor turned out to be true. On their wedding day a year later, Juliana produced them during her spiel at the reception, much to the delight of the gay attendees.

"I can't get enough of your little girls, my love," said Juliana. She proceeded to gobble them up as soon as they were alone. It was such a magical feeling for Ashleigh: to have a woman, especially a woman she loved and admired, be so turned on by her miniature breasts that it gave her tingles. Maybe it was because, in some way, she felt that Juliana's perfection made up for her lack of substantial breasts.

Ashleigh was stunningly beautiful except for her mangled breasts. She was 5' 10" and 145 pounds and slim, with gorgeous long brown hair, brown eyes, and a relatively solid physique. She had a big face with perfect white teeth. She repeatedly reminded Juliana of a fashion model she had seen in a women's magazine.

Juliana was her alter ego at 5' 11". She had brown eyes, black hair, and a mouthful of pearly whites. Neither had tanlines, as they regularly hit the tanning salons and relaxed under the lights, nude. When they shared that the tanning salons were for orgasms, they both acknowledged the fact and swapped a couple of stories.

Together, the two young women looked like runway models. Juliana reminded Ashleigh of a younger (and thinner) Selma Hayek. She couldn't identify one particular model. Rather, she felt Ashleigh was prettier than any American model currently on the scene and delighted in telling her so.

Both girls loved jewelry and had sizeable pendants in their belly buttons: Ashleigh sported a cubic zirconium/gold, and Julina, a ruby/gold one. Like everything the girls did, it was with a purpose, and the pendants fell from their belly buttons and mesmerized onlookers. Ironically, neither of them had any tattoos.

They worked out and were rewarded for their efforts by being "hard bodies," although Juliana's taste for quality red wines was exacting a price: she had gained five pounds in the last two years.

The girls were extra playful that night. Ashleigh attached her mouth to Juliana's breasts, licking them in a circular motion. Round and round, she went, now reversing her motion, at times stopping to suck the seemingly permanently stiff nipples. She even motorboated them, something she had fantasized about. Juliana's breasts were glorious orbs of fleshy delight, and Ashleigh couldn't leave them alone. She thought that a Vermeer or a Rembrandt would have chosen her back in the day for a nude.

"My dear, you have perfect breasts," said Ashleigh. "I've never seen such perfectly round mammaries before. I can imagine a little girl sucking rich milk from them someday. Are they 100% natural? They seem to be."

"Yes, they are," said Juliana. "And thank you, for I am proud of them. My mother's are big and solid, just like mine. And that is one of my dreams, to have one or two perfect female babies."

"Oh dear. I can't wait to meet your mother, slurp, slurp. Have you slept with her?"

"Of course, mi novia (girlfriend). Two or three times a month for years now. We have always had amazing orgasms. How about you?"

"Ah, me too. My father travels for work, and we hook up when he's out of town. For us, too, it has been years; the sex is just so easy, so natural. You will love my mother, as I'm sure I'll love yours."

Ashleigh kissed Juliana, a wet, sloppy kiss with plenty of tongue action.

"Gees, girlfriend, we have so much in common," said Ashleigh. Thslurpp, thslurpp.

"100%," said Juliana. "I like the sound of that." She was now getting two fingers from Ashleigh in her vagina. Ashleigh was moving them in and out and, at times, making a "V" with the fingers to bring more pleasure to her lover. Loud groans from Juliana were the confirmation she sought.

But now it's Juliana's turn to be pleased, and Ashleigh threw herself into the task. She pulled Juliana down on top of her, then turned the tables and got on top, kissing her on the lips. Deep kisses, with her long tongue and pillowy lips. The tongue touched places in Juliana's mouth that no one had ever been. The lips felt so fucking soft, kissing her lips tenderly and even exploring Juliana's nose.

"These Americans are wonderful kissers," thought Juliana. "I might cum just from the kissing. Oohhhh, aahhhh."

As the kissing got hot and heavy, Ashleigh began drilling Juliana's delicate pussy. At first, Ashleigh inserted her middle finger with great confidence. She had always kept her fingernails trimmed impeccably and polished with a bright red finish. Her girlfriends always acknowledged the care she took for their well-being. The entry to Juliana's cunt was smooth as kneading bread dough, and soon she added a second finger and was pistoning in and out.

"Dios mio; so aggressive," said Juliana. "I love it. Please keep going. I can take it."

And she did take it: an hour's worth. Ashleigh kept at it, kept moving in and out of her cunt and her ass. They stopped only when they started laughing uncontrollably together. So good, so right.

The Rich Girl

Ashleigh was surprised when Juliana opened up about her financial situation. To put it mildly, her parents were wealthy. Her father owned several businesses, mainly in the food industry. She would bring over $5,500,000 to the marriage and inherit even more millions. They would have enough to pay cash for a house (or two) and automobiles and have plenty left over. But she wanted to make her mark in the world, and she was a successful accountant in her own right. But she was generous, having given money to several of the girls she'd slept with over the years. It turned out to be a good investment as several women started their own businesses. Like her mother, she loved to visit them and to fuck.

One ex-lover, Carolina, had built a high-end restaurant in Rio two blocks from the ocean. Juliana gave $75,000 as seed capital on a handshake. The restaurant and Carolina's luxury flat were her base when she went there on vacation.

Ashleigh was no slouch in the financial department. She had over $600,000 saved, and someday, she would inherit half of her parents' estate, about $4,000,000.

In talking about their mothers, it was clear that they both had mothers who were solid allies for lesbians. Lucia, Juliana's mother, was bisexual herself. She was a jet setter and had rich women in many cities worldwide that she visited on vacation. She felt that life was too short, and when she met with her friends, they had terrific sex. Juliana's father had his own life, bedding men and women; sometimes, he went with his wife on most vacations and generally stayed in a hotel while Lucia was at her girlfriend's house.

Ashleigh's mom was on the down low. She traveled to the Caribbean to attend lesbian resorts while her husband traveled for business. He was a "player" and had female companionship in major cities around the U.S. It was a marriage of great convenience.

Vacation within the Vacation

Juliana and Ashleigh wanted to "get away" to the Balearics, and her mother offered the girls a stay at the lesbian resort in the Mediterranean side of Spain. She was a premier member, and the resort was just a short flight away. It was a chance for the two to spend some time alone as their whirlwind romance was heating up.

The beach, especially, was a glorious playground for the lesbian guests. They made love slowly when they arrived on a Friday around lunch and spent many hours in the sand and water. They played in the shallows until they realized they hadn't eaten food for hours and crawled off to wolf down a hamburger at the resort's restaurant.

Like-minded women surrounded them, and they had sex with several. They frolicked in the waves and played with other girls. But the end of the long weekend came too quickly, and each of the two girls was quiet as they packed to head back to Barcelona (and, for Ashleigh, then to the U.S. in the early morning).

But only after Juliana posed a question.

"So, will you marry me, mi amor?" said Juliana. "I fell for you from the first moment I saw you. This week has been maravilloso, and I don't want it to end. Please say yes." Then, she batted her eyelashes while Ashleigh had a belly laugh.

"I want to be married, but I want to live in the U.S.," chuckled Ashleigh. "We can travel anywhere, and people can come to us. Are you willing to come to North Carolina?"

"I've wanted to live in the States since I was a little girl. But, to answer your question, I see myself becoming an American."

"And speaking of little girls, I want to raise one or two," said Ashleigh. "The question is, do you want children? I'm flexible on the details, such as adoption or one of us carrying the little angels. Just to be clear, I don't want a son."

"I'm open to all avenues. A little girl or two, or selective abortion if we spawn a male."

"I'm sorry to put you through all the questions," said Ashleigh. "The issues were important to me. So my answer is yes, I would be honored to call you my wife. I adore you, Juliana. You're the hottest girl I've ever dated, and I'm so proud to have you on my arm."

"Come here, you," said Juliana. The two baes were making out, albeit slowly, like long-term lovers.

"Awww," mewled Juliana. "Listen. Can you take a later flight or head out tomorrow or later this week? Could you meet my mother? Of course, she'll want to have sex with us. Are you good with that? She has a strong libido and is in glorious shape."

"Oh, fuck yes," said Ashleigh. "My dream mother-in-law. I'll do the same with my mom; she must sample you and she will love you. She won't believe how fortunate I've been."

"Awww, my bebé," said Juliana.

It's American Airlines, and I've already checked. I can fly out tomorrow evening or any night this week. You could come with me because I have the next week off, too. Avery and Scarlett will be fine without me."

"You checked already. So, you were feeling it too?"

"Oh Juliana, you've knocked my socks off. Sorry, that's another Americanism. You didn't blink at my lack of breasts."

"You're funny, and I love it," said Juliana. "I'm remembering all your little sayings. But darling, my mother and I are carriers of the dreaded cancer genes that you carried. We see the doctors four times a year and self-inspect weekly."

"Oh, wow. You'd never know it with your perfect breasts," said Ashleigh, who bent over and gave a kiss to each one. "But it's your goodness and your intelligence that I've fallen for. You can make me cum so readily when we're together, and it helps me to forget what I've been through." Her arms were around Juliana, and her lips met hers.

"Back at you. I've talked to my mother about you. Yesterday, while you were napping. I called her as I walked down the beach, and she gave me her blessing. She is very excited for me and will roll out the red carpet for you. She knows how hard I've been looking for a girl."

So they settled on Ashleigh staying until Wednesday, and Juliana flew with her to Chapel Hill, NC.

Ashleigh got to experience her future mother-in-law and was utterly enamored of Catalina: her mind, her body and her shaven pussy. The three of them spent hours in bed and lost track of the orgasms. Catalina was a total babe, and for a while, Ashleigh wasn't sure if she was marrying Juliana or Catalina. Or both of them. She thought, what if a legal marriage could include three women? Or four? Oh my!

She kept that thought to herself until Juliana had a chance to meet her mother, Charlotte, in a couple of days.

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