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Chapter 3 – Eating Out

Chapter three of Eggs Over Easy returns us to the present where Jem is expecting his young sister-in-law and talented designer, Leila, to come over and work on plans for their clients’ new swimming pool and deck installation. Unfortunately Jem loses track of time and falls asleep in the sun…

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liveaboard fun 8

“I just don’t like it,” Jane said, watching Susan leave the dive deck.
Susan was furious with her mother. She couldn’t believe she had treated her like that. Some of the others must have heard. She felt like hiding from them. She went down the stairs, stopping in the hallway. She couldn’t go to her own cabin, that’s the first place they’d look. Alice and John, then. Yesterday had been fun with them.
She knocked softly on their door. No answer. She knocked again. No answer. Then Susan opened the door enough to look in. It was empty. She closed the door feeling a bit of despair. They’d be coming down the stairs any minute now, she knew it. Quickly she went to Bunny’s door and knocked. The door opened and Billy was standing there.
“Can I come in?” Susan asked.
“Sure you can,” Billy said, standing aside and letting her in, his eyes taking in the lack of suit. “Are you undressed for me or what?” he asked, a big grin on his face as he closed the door.
“N-no,” Susan said, suddenly acutely aware of being naked as she stared at his cock. “I just decided no to wear anything and my mother’s giving me shit about it,” she explained. “I’m just trying to avoid them, that’s all.”
“Oh, and I thought you were really visiting me,” Billy said, his smile falling a bit.
“I thought I was looking for Bunny,” Susan said. “But I don’t mind finding you,” she smiled, remembering his kiss last night. “I didn’t mean to be rude.”
“No one as beautiful as you who comes to my door naked is rude,” Billy said, smiling back at her. “Do you want to sit down or can I kiss you again?” he asked.
“I don’t have to sit right away,” Susan said, a sly grin on her face.
“Is that a yes?” Billy asked, moving closer to her and putting his hands on her shoulders, pulling her close and kissing her.
This time Susan was ready, her arms going around his body and kissing him back, their tongues swirling together as they sucked each other’s breath. Susan could feel his cock getting hard and inching its way up between their bellies. Then they slowly broke their kiss, Billy holding her by the shoulders and looking down at her.
“Wow,” he said. “What a kiss!”
“Wow,” Susan said, her left hand sliding from his hip to his cock and holding it. “What a nice cock.”
“Why don’t you sit down,” Billy said, turning her and sitting her on the edge of the bunk, her hand never leaving his cock.
“Do you really think so?” he asked, looking down at his cock sticking in her face, just inches from her mouth.
“Oh, yes,” Susan said, opening her mouth and licking her lips.
“Show me,” Billy said, leaning a little bit forward.
Susan just let his cock slide into her mouth. She closed her lips on it and softly sucked, tasting him and feeling him in her mouth. Then she slowly started sliding her mouth up and down on his cock, fucking him. She had been doing this for almost a minute when suddenly the door opened and Bunny and Bob came in, surprised looks on their faces as Susan let Billy’s cock fall from her mouth, a surprised look on her face.
“Oh, yummy,” Bunny said, taking in the scene. “Don’t stop because of us. I’m glad you’re here. The more the merrier,” she said, sitting down right next to Susan. “Go on,” she said as Billy pressed his cock forward into her face. “Suck him,” she said. “I’ll help,” she added, leaning forward and licking the head of Billy’s cock.
Susan giggled as she held Billy’s cock and Bunny licked it. Then she too leaned forward and began to lick his cock, both of their tongues sliding all over him. They met at the tip of his cock, both their tongues slithering around the head of his cock and each other. Then they locked lips with each other, sharing a long deep kiss, their tongues dancing together as they got lost in each other.
“Oh, my,” Bunny said when they broke for air. “What a kisser.”
“A great kisser,” Billy agreed, rubbing his cock on Susan’s mouth.
“Go ahead, suck him,” Bunny said as Susan’s mouth opened and she let his cock in.
Giving herself up to it, Susan began to suck on Billy’s cock again with Bunny sitting right next to her and Bob just standing there watching, his cock hard in front of him. Susan found herself thrilled by the thought of Bunny and Bob watching while she sucked Billy. She could feel Billy’s cock banging into the back of her throat each time she went down on him. Then she felt Bunny’s hands caressing her body, softly running her hands all over her belly and breasts. This really excited her when she felt Bunny pinching and pulling on her already hardened nipples. Then when she felt her hand slowly slide down to her belly and even lower, Susan automatically let her legs fall open as Bunny’s hand slid down into her pussy.
Just as she felt Bunny’s fingers slide between her pussy lips, she felt Billy’s cock swell then explode in her mouth as he came. She struggled to gulp down all of the cum which filled her mouth while Bunny’s fingers on her clit drove her wild. When she finished sucking all of the cum from Billy’s cock, Bunny again kissed her, tasting Billy’s cum in her mouth as they sucked tongues, Bunny’s fingers still busy between her legs.
Then she felt another sensation, and opening her eyes saw that Bob was on his knees between her legs, his tongue working in her pussy along with Bunny’s fingers. Susan sighed into Bunny’s mouth and just leaned back against the bulkhead, letting her feet move up to the edge of the bunk to make it easier for Bob to suck her pussy. Then Bunny shifted her attention to Susan’s tits, sucking on her nipples and chewing on them as Bob continued to suck her pussy. She could feel herself rapidly approaching orgasm as he focused on her clit, and then suddenly she felt that wave of warmth wash over her body as she began to cum.
Bunny sat up to watch as Susan came, seeing Bob’s tongue slither in and out of Susan’s bright pink pussy as he drank her offering. Susan was gasping as Bob continued to suck her pussy, slurping at her juices as they flowed freely from her spasming pussy.
“Let me, Bob,” Bunny said, nudging him aside. “Get your cock sucked.”
So while Bunny took Bob’s place between her legs, gluing her mouth to her pussy, Bob pulled her forward so that she could suck his cock. Opening her mouth Susan let him slide his cock in. As she gently closed her lips around the shaft of his cock, Bob began to slowly pump his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth. Susan quickly adjusted to this arrangement and just used her tongue and lips and the suction of her mouth to arouse him as he rhythmically slid his cock in and out of her mouth.
She could feel Bunny between her legs sucking her pussy. It felt so nice. Susan felt as though she were only one big sexual experience, Bob’s cock sliding in and out of her throat while Bunny’s tongue slid in and out of her pussy. The combination of sensations was proving almost too much for her. Before she realized what was happening she began to cum again, spasmodically jerking as Bunny’s tongue continued to dance in her pussy, slurping at the juices that were again flowing abundantly.
She was gasping as Bob’s cock continued its inexorable journey in and out of her mouth. Her mind felt like it would explode as the sensations from her pussy threatened to overwhelm her. Then suddenly Bob’s cock swelled, then exploded in her mouth, filling it with his cum. Susan was groaning as she swallowed, feeling his cock sliding even deeper into her throat with his cum. She almost choked at one point, then she glued her lips to his cock and sucked him dry. When there was no more cum, she stopped, exhausted, and fell back against the bulkhead, her lips swollen and her pussy completely exposed as Bunny sat between her legs in front of her.
“I told you she would be fun,” Bunny said, looking up at Billy. “And such a sweet tasting pussy.”
“I’ll say,” Bob chimed in. “And she sucks cock great too.”
“I can see we’re going to have a lot more fun,” Bunny said.
At that moment they heard Adam shouting to everyone, calling them to the next dive. Susan looked startled, wondering how she could possibly go up on deck after this. Everyone would know just by looking at her, she was sure.
“Here, wipe your face with this,” Bunny said, handing her a towel. “You don’t want to go up on deck with cum all over your face, do you?”
“No,” Susan said, laughing that Bunny was having the same thoughts as she. “But I feel like everyone will know anyway,” she added.
“No, they won’t,” Bunny replied. “But what if they do? Let ’em be jealous,” she said, opening the door and stepping out.
When they got up on the dive deck, almost everyone was there. Not thinking, Susan bent over to pick up her fins and mask, exposing her ass and pussy to everyone sitting across from her. Her parents and Sue and Harve were the beneficiaries of this show, all of whom gasped when they saw her pussy pouting at them from between her thighs.
“Now you have to,” Harve said to Sue, a big smile on his face.
“Have to what?” Jane said absent-mindedly, shocked by this exposure by Susan, not realizing that it wasn’t even her being spoken to.
“We agreed that as long as one other woman was wearing part of her bathing suit, Sue would also. But once she was the only one, well, then she would join the group. So, it’s her turn,” he said, grinning at Sue.
With a sigh, Sue slipped out of her BC and stood up. With everyone watching her, her nipples instantly screwed themselves into knots. Blushing, she pushed down the bottom to her bikini and stepped out of it. There were a few cheers as she stood there for a moment naked, then a gasp from Jane as she realized that Sue’s entire pussy was shaved bare, naked as a new- born babe’s.
As Sue sat back down and wriggled into her gear, Susan smiled at her.
“I think that is so sexy,” she said, indicating Sue’s pussy.
“Susan!” her mother exclaimed. “Mind yourself.”
“I think maybe I’ll do that too,” she said, angry at her mother for treating her like a child.
“You’ll do nothing of the sort,” Jane said, angry at her.
Susan said nothing, joining the line and then falling off the dive platform. It was so peaceful underwater, she thought, swimming quickly to the bottom to avoid having to see her mother. She can’t yell at me here or tell me what to do. But once Susan reached the bottom, all thoughts of the surface left her head as she gave in to the allure of the sea. It was with some disappointment that she realized that it was time to ascend, back to the bad vibes of her mother. What was her problem?
Surfacing, she was relieved to see that her parents weren’t on the dive deck. Quickly getting out of her gear and rinsing under the shower, Susan disappeared down the stairs, knocking on Sue and Harve’s door. She had seen their gear upstairs. Harve opened the door, smiling when he saw Susan.
“Hi, Susan,” he said. “What is it?”
“Is Sue here?” she asked, a little agitated.
“No, she went upstairs, I think,” Harve said. “Is there something I can help you with?”
“Oh, no,” she said. “I just wanted to ask her about, you know, how she shaves,” she said, letting a hand drop to the juncture of her thighs.
“Oh, that,” Harve said, smiling. “Actually I do it for her,” he admitted, a grin on his face.
“Really!” Susan said, totally surprised.
“It’s easier for me than it is for her,” harve explained. “And I like it, too,” he said.
Just then Susan heard the voices of her parents as they approached the stairs down to the cabins.
“May I come in, please?” she asked Harve, pleading in her eyes.
“Sure, come on in,” he said, standing aside and letting her enter.
The door shut just as she heard her parents voices in the hall. She could hear the angry tone of her mother’s voice but could not make out the words.
Harve smiled at her as he saw the relief on her face.
“Some problems?” he asked.
“She won’t let me be grown up,” Susan complained. “It’s not fair.”
“Well, she’s just looking out for you in the only way she knows how,” Harve said. “It’s just because she loves you.”
“I know,” Susan said. “That doesn’t make it any easier, though.”
“So what do you want to do about it then?” Harve asked, his arms crossed on his chest.
“Will you shave me?” Susan asked, blushing.
“I don’t think that’s what you want,” Harve said, feeling his cock twitch at the thought.
“I just want to try it,” Susan said. “It can always grow back. But just for this week I want to try it.”
“Your parents would be very unhappy with me if they knew,” Harve said, shaking his head.
“I wouldn’t tell them,” Susan said. “Honest. I’d say I did it myself.”
“Maybe you should then,” Harve suggested.
“Won’t you just do it for me once,” Susan begged. “Just to show me how?”
“Susan,” Harve began.”
“Please,” Susan begged, her eyes filling with tears.
“Here, now, don’t cry,” Harve said, putting a hand on her shoulder and patting her eyes with a towel he picked up. “It’s not that important.”
“Please,” Susan begged looking him in the eyes. “It is to me.”
Harve just studied her face, wondering if he dared do this. And what would Sue say if she found out. Then seeing her eyes well with tears again, Harve relented.
“Okay,” he said. “If you really want me to.”
“Oh, thank you,” Susan said, hugging him. “Thank you.”
“What should I do?” she asked, stepping back from him when she felt his cock stirring between their bodies.
“Just sit there,” Harve said, indicating the bunk.
Susan sat on the edge of the bunk, fidgeting as Harve dug into his kit for a razor and some shaving cream. Turning with his gear, he knelt in front of her.
“Okay,” he said. “I’m ready. Are you?”
“Yes,” Susan said. “Do it,” she said, leaning back against the bulkhead and bringing her feet up, completely opening her pussy to him.
“Wow!” Harve said under his breath as he saw her pussy open before his eyes.
Filling his hand with shaving cream, he spread it all over her pussy, letting his fingers wander where they would, feeling the warmth of her pussy between her pussy lips and probing both her asshole and pussy a bit as he applied the shaving cream. Susan only sighed as he touched her, not flinching at all. Quickly Harve stripped the light blonde hair from Susan’s pussy, being careful not to cut her. Susan liked it when he would press on her clit or slip a finger into her pussy as he shaved her. When he finished, he used a towel to wipe the excess shaving cream from her pussy, revealing it now totally hairless.
“I think that’s it,” Harve said, a frog in his throat and his cock fully hard. “You feel it before I give it the final check,” he said.
As he watched, Susan let her fingers explore her now hairless pussy. He could tell she liked the smoothness of her pussy lips by the way she rolled them between her fingers.
“It feels so smooth,” Susan said, cupping her pussy with her hands.
“I’ll give it the final check then,” Harve said, his mouth dry.
“Oh, my,” Susan said as she felt Harve’s tongue probe her asshole then slide up to slip into her pussy. “Umm, yes,” she said, enjoying having a tongue between her legs again.
Harve could not believe how sweet Susan’s pussy was as he ate her. He sucked and nibbled and chewed on her pussy, tongue fucking her hole as she sighed in delight. Susan was on the brink of orgasm, Harve with two fingers jammed up into her hole, her clit caught between his teeth, when the door opened and Sue stepped in, a totally shocked look on her face as she saw Harve’s face jammed between her thighs.
She and Susan locked eyes, an understanding quickly passing between them. Fighting the color in her cheeks, Sue struggled to smile.
“Well, don’t you think you should finish?” she said to Harve, amazed that she could even speak.
Without a word Harve again bent to Susan’s pussy, capturing her clit again between his teeth. Almost immediately Susan began to cum, her pussy pressing against harve’s tongue as he slurped her juices. Finally she finished cumming and harve sat back on his heels, his cock standing out in front of him.
“She was looking for you about shaving her pussy,” Harve said. “When I told her that I usually do it for you, well, she asked me to do it for her.”
“And you always check to see if it’s really smooth, don’t you?” Sue asked, a semblance of a smile crossing her face.
“Oh, Sue, I hope this doesn’t make you mad,” Susan said, sitting up. “I just thought your pussy looked so sexy that I just wanted to look like you.”
“Well, your hair’s gone now, that’s for sure,” Sue observed.
“Do you like it?” Susan asked, standing up and posing.
“I think I’ll be right back,” Harve said, opening the door.
“You better be,” Sue said, glaring at him.
“Oh, Sue, I’m sorry,” Susan said. “I didn’t plan this or anything.”
“I know, Susan,” Sue said. “And I can’t really blame him or you, I suppose. I had it coming to me.”
“No, no, it doesn’t have anything to do with that. I really came looking for you to see if you’d help me shave my pussy like yours. Harve only helped me after I begged him to.”
“And he always sucks after shaving to see if it’s smooth,” Sue said.
“Lucky you,” Susan said, a look of envy on her face.
“Well, he can suck me then when he gets back if it’s pussy he wants to suck so bad,” Sue said.
“Well, quick, sit here facing the door so that the first thing he sees when he comes in is your pussy waiting for him,” Susan said, tugging on Sue’s hand and seating her on the bunk facing the door.
“Go on, sit back and be ready for him,” she said, giving her a light shove on the shoulder.
Laughing, Sue sat back and brought her feet up on the edge of the bunk, her thick-lipped pussy spreading open in front of Susan, her clit sticking out.
“Did you like it when my brother sucked your pussy?” Susan asked, staring at Sue’s pussy.
“He made me cum like crazy,” Sue admitted, blushing. “But I sure did like it.”
“I can see why he liked it so much,” Susan said, sinking to her knees on the deck, an arm resting on one of Sue’s knees.
“Why do you say that?” Sue asked, smiling at her.
“Well, your pussy just looks tasty, that’s all,” Susan said.
“And what would you know of that?” Sue asked her, a look of surprise on her face.
“I’ve tasted Alice and Bunny,” Susan said, a proud smile on her face. “They taste wonderful.”
“Really?” Sue commented, actually shocked.
“Uh-huh,” Susan said. “I’d love to show you,” she added hopefully.
“How would you do that?” Sue asked, her voice low and soft.
“Like this,” Susan said, leaning down and slipping her face between Sue’s thighs, her tongue sliding between her spread pussy lips. “You taste good,” she said, continuing to explore Sue’s pussy with her tongue.
“Oh, that feels nice,” Sue said, her hand lightly on top of Susan’s head. “Where did you learn this?” she asked, feeling Susan’s tongue slide up into her hole.
“Alice,” Susan said. “She sucked my pussy and then I sucked hers. I just loved it,” she said, returning her attentions to Sue’s pussy.
Sue’s pussy was much different in shape from either Alice’s or Bunny’s, Susan quickly discovered. Her pussy lips were much thicker, making it real nice to chew on them, and her inner lips curled out so far that they almost totally covered her outer lips. She had the biggest, thickest, juiciest clit that Susan could imagine. It was the size of her fingertip. And what a juicy pussy, Susan thought as she drank from Sue’s fountain. This was almost a full meal, Susan thought, realizing that she had missed breakfast. There was so much to Sue’s pussy that Susan couldn’t just settle on one part, she had to be everywhere.
Finally, just as Sue was cumming, groaning oh, oh, oh, the door opened and Harve stepped in, a surprised look of delight on his face as he saw Susan sucking Sue’s pussy.
“Well, I see you two sorted this out,” he said, his cock immediately standing out in front of him as he watched and listened to Susan sucking the juices from Sue’s pussy.

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OFFICE FUN 1: Beginning

Five years after divorce and her twin girls going off to college, Patricia Mason finds herself in need of looking to fulfill her own needs. She discovers that opportunity through her boss and the office.

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Roses for Monica

MAINTENANCE LOG BOOK Monday June 7 2010 – call 10:40 A.M. Apartment 601
Living room window stuck closed. Fix ASAP.
“Hey kid, we got a call from Apartment 601. The lady up there needs a stuck window opened” Gus said to his young assistant, who was sitting with his feet up on the desk.
“Now get your tools together and head up there” he said, while pushing Matt’s feet off the desk.
“And how many times have I told you to keep your feet where they belong.”
“Sorry Gus, I don’t mean any harm” Matt said as he got to his feet, stretching the length of his six foot, two inch frame. He went to the workbench and checked his toolbox to make sure he would have what he needed for the job. After satisfying himself he had the right tools, Matt had picked up a can of silicone sliding compound and a short piece of 2” x 4”. Gus nodded approvingly.
“For a college boy you ain’t bad, I have to admit that. Did you learn that from your professors?” Gus asked, needling his younger colleague.
Matt laughed good naturedly at the older man’s jest.
“Come on Gus, you know I didn’t learn anything in college but how to meet co-eds. I learned from the old school of hard knocks, courtesy of my Uncle Vinny.”
Gus nodded in agreement. “How is your Uncle doing? It’s been awhile since I saw him.”
“Enjoying the fishing and his retirement in Florida the last I heard” Matt answered with a grin.
“Now let me get this straight. I see you’re still sitting there. Does that mean that I get to handle this call on my own? I don’t know if I can handle the awesome responsibility.”
Gus looked up and saw Matt was barely containing his laughter.
“Funny college boy, what’s the matter, don’t think you’re ready? Someday every bird flies the nest and today’s the day. Now get going.”
As Matt headed out, closing the door behind him, Gus thought to himself, good luck kid, you may need it, and smiled .Shortly after Matt was ringing the doorbell of 601. After a minute he heard a sultry voice asking who it was.
“Building maintenance Ma’am, I’m here about the window” Matt answered. There was the sound of a lock being turned and the door slowly opened. Matt was confronted by a vision that took his breath away. The
woman standing at the door was a stunning picture of loveliness. She stood at five feet, six inches tall in her bare feet, and was wrapped in a red silk robe cinched tightly at the waist, accentuating her womanly curves. Her bosom was round and full and a generous portion was exposed to view by the plunging scoop neckline of her robe. Her waist was small and waspish, contrasting with the swell of her voluptuous hips. Her hair was dark brown with some honey colored highlights and was swept up in a stylish updo. The woman’s eyes were a dark brown with thick, feathery lashes. There was just a faint hint of lines around said eyes. Her ivory complexion was clear and fair and her lips were full and red and perfectly shaped for kissing, among other things. For lips like these, many women had spent small fortunes, although in her case they were all natural.
Realizing he was staring at her cleavage, Matt’s face began to turn crimson and he cast his eyes to the floor.
There he noticed her perfectly formed and pedicured feet, with her toenails painted an emerald shade of green, peeking from beneath the hem of her robe. He shuffled his feet and stammered something unintelligible while attempting to look the woman in her face. She had a broad smile now, as if she knew and enjoyed the effect she was causing. The woman took a step back opening the door wider.
“Come in please, don’t stand in the hall like a beggar” she said softly, while beckoning Matt inside with a graceful wave. Matt stepped inside the vestibule as the woman closed the door. She then walked deeper into the apartment while Matt followed. Matt found himself in a living room that was stylishly decorated in a subdued way. Beige and cream were the dominant colors in the room’s palette. The furnishings looked to be expensive in an understated, tasteful way. Matt noticed the woman had stopped and was looking at him expectantly.
“Ma’am, which window were you having difficulty with?” he asked trying to maintain eye contact with her. As he spoke he saw a look of displeasure flit across her face.
“I know I’m not young anymore” she said with a resigned sigh, “but I didn’t realize I had crossed into ma’am territory yet.”
“N- n-no” stammered Matt “I wasn’t saying anything like that. It’s just part of my job to be polite to tenants. It’s not that you’re old, I mean you look great for your age, not that it’s a high age or anything I’m sure, I mean you look hot. Oh damn, sorry, I shouldn’t say that either… ”
His voice trailed off as he realized his attempted apology might be digging a deeper hole for himself. He mentally kicked himself, the first job Gus sent him on solo and he was offending the lady in question with his poorly chosen words. It was no excuse that he was dazzled by her appearance, he thought ruefully.
“So do you go around telling all the women in the building how hot they are?” she asked “I wonder what management thinks of that?”
“No I don’t” Matt replied, flustered by her question, “I apologize to you again. If you want me to leave and to report me I understand.” He was so embarrassed he couldn’t look at her now.
“Well if you promise not to call me ma’am again I’ll forgive you. My name is Monica by the way. And I don’t mind hearing how hot I am, especially from a handsome young man like you.”
Surprised by what she said, Matt looked at Monica and saw she had a big grin on her face and a twinkle in her eye.
“Wow, I was worried for a minute that you were mad. My name’s Matt and you really are beautiful Monica, since you don’t mind hearing the truth.”
“What a charmer you are Matt” she said while coming closer to him, close enough that he felt her warm breath and smelled her perfume. Looking up at him she whispered “Do you really think I’m beautiful Matt or are you just being nice to an older lady?”
“Now you’re just messing with me Monica, anyone can see how beautiful you are and no one could call you old” he sincerely replied. Matt was understandably shocked at what Monica did next. She opened the top part of her robe, revealing more of her creamy breasts. Monica then took Matt’s free hand and placed it on the soft flesh of her breast. To Matt, the skin felt hot to his touch as if she was on fire. He began to caress her, running his fingers lightly over her breast. It was large, a D-cup he guessed, and felt heavy in his hand. Meanwhile Monica’s hand had strayed to the front of Matt’s work pants where it began to explore his crotch.
As she began to massage him, all the free blood in the area flowed to his rapidly growing erection. Pleased with the reaction Monica’s other hand began to tug at Matt’s belt, loosening then unbuckling it. She swiftly undid his pants and pushed them down freeing his stiff erection. It sprang up with such force it almost smacked Matt’s midsection. Monica’s hand snaked around his shaft and gently squeezed it, causing a moan to escape from Matt’s lips. Monica sank to her knees on the Persian carpet so that her head was at the level of Matt’s erection. She studied it closely as she began to slowly stroke it. It was a good size and thickness and it had a curve to it, bending upwards in a shape similar to a banana. Monica could feel his blood pulsating through the veins as her hand continued playing his instrument.
Noticing a drop of pre-cum at the tip Monica extended her tongue and licked it up with the tip. Matt gasped with desire as she then planted a kiss on his bulbous head. Monica grasped his shaft at the base, opened her full, red lips and engulfed the head in her warm mouth and began to move her tongue against it, sending waves of pleasure from Matt’s groin straight to his brain.
“Monica” Matt said with a pleading voice “before you go any further, I need to put my tool box down?”
With a popping sound, Monica’s lips released Matt’s cock from her warmth and looked up at him.
“Oh, I’m sorry, why didn’t you say something earlier, put it down but just let me continue using your personal tool.”
“Things were happening kind of fast, before I had a chance to think about it” he replied as he placed the tool box on the floor behind him. As he did this Monica removed her robe and put it down in front of her, then shifted her knees on top of it. She again took his cock in her hand and began to lick the shaft from right above his balls in an upward motion until she reached the head. Gazing down at her, Matt was struck even more by her beauty. Totally uncovered now, Monica’s ample breasts swayed as her mouth made love to his hard tool. He noticed that her breasts hung low from their weight, though there was very little sagging, no doubt due to the phenomenal shape she was in. Though concentration on anything but the pleasure she was giving him was difficult, Matt did notice the toned muscles all over her body, especially her round, firm buttocks.
Monica took him in her mouth as deep as she could, before slowly sliding her lips back until just Matt’s head remained in her. She then put a hand on each of Matt’s hips and practically impaled her mouth on his hardness. Monica rapidly began working up and down his length, taking Matt to the back of her mouth before pulling back. Just when Matt thought he couldn’t take it any more, Monica released his cock from her wet mouth. Lifting it up with her slim, manicured fingers she worked her mouth down to his testicles. She first teased them with her tongue, gliding the tip around the sac, leaving a light trail of her saliva as she went. Then she worked her head beneath them, so that she was looking up at Matt’s face, and then took a ball into her inviting mouth.
Monica rolled her tongue gently around it, while her lips lightly sucked on his sac. Matt’s hand began to caress Monica’s hair as he looked down at her face. Monica returned his gaze before winking at him devilishly. She then moved her mouth to his other ball while continuing to maintain eye contact with him.
Monica’s hand began to slowly stroke him, working Matt from the base of his thick shaft up to the leaking head, then back down again.
After a few minutes of this, Matt was thrusting his hips forward slightly in time with her strokes when Monica changed tactics. She removed her mouth from Matt’s ball, and tilted his cock down to a ninety degree angle from his body. Swiftly she swallowed as much of him as she could fit in her eager mouth and began to sloppily work his tool, getting it nice and wet. Monica then brought up her breasts and wrapped them around Matt’s balls and shaft, while keeping just the head in her mouth. She swirled her tongue back and forth over the head while continuing to rub her breasts over his hardness. Matt held her shoulders with both hands now and began sliding his cock back and forth between her succulent mounds. Her mouth continued its attention on his engorged head, pushing Matt to the edge of release.
“Oh that feels so good Monica, please don’t stop, I’m almost there, almost there, oh God I’m cumming” Matt gasped out right before erupting.
Monica engulfed his cock in her full bosom as Matt began shooting thick jets onto the tender flesh of her chest and neck, coating her with the fruits of her labor. Matt grasped his hardness and squeezed the last few drops onto her breasts. Monica stood up, with a look of satisfaction on her face, her soft hand reaching and holding Matt’s cock. Matt leaned down and kissed Monica full on the lips as his hand pulled her head toward him. The two kissed passionately, exploring each others lips and tongues for the first time. Matt’s free hand found its way to Monica’s full ass, squeezing the firm flesh in his calloused hand, lifting and pulling her toward him.
Monica broke the kiss and resisted Matt’s direction. She began to move away while tugging Matt by his cock. Monica beckoned him with the finger on her free hand, urging him on.
“Come on Matt, I want to show you my bedroom” she said with a wicked grin on her face, and then continued pulling Matt, who with his pants bunched around his ankles gamely shuffled forward into her boudoir. At that moment the only thing Matt noticed about the room was the large bed Monica was drawing him towards. As they moved Matt removed his shirt and dropped it to the ground. They stopped with Monica’s back to the bed, her leg grazing the soft cool sheet. Her eyes appraised his firm muscular torso, took in the light pattern of hair across his pectoral muscles with a dark trail leading down to his groin where Monica still held tightly to him. Matt moved his head down and placed a light kiss on her full, red lips then reached with both hands and caught Monica unaware, gently pushing her onto the bed on her back. She released him as she fell.
Matt bent down and frantically began untying his boots. He pulled them off one by one, then began pulling his legs out of his pants when a sharp smack connected against his ass. Matt straightened up as he finished extricating himself.
“That was mean of you, pushing me down, when you are so much bigger and stronger than me” Monica pouted at Matt, before sticking out her tongue at him. “You big meanie.”
Smiling down at her, he replied “Just wait Ma’am, you haven’t seen anything yet. I‘ll show you mean.”
Monica’s face registered shock at how he addressed her, right before she let out a shriek as he launched himself onto the bed. Matt landed beside her, from there he moved his body over hers. He leaned down and kissed her upturned lips while placing his right forearm upon the mattress for support. She struggled to escape his grasp when his left hand found its way down her lush body, brushed past her downy patch and ended between her supple thighs. As his fingers grazed her sex Monica melted towards him and she returned his kiss hard. The edge of Matt’s hand plowed the furrow between Monica’s plump lips, the friction adding to her already overheated internal furnace. She clamped her legs together trapping Matt’s hand between them . He responded by wriggling his hand, continuing to stimulate her and causing her to squirm.
Matt stepped up the pressure by moving his head down to her large breast and taking her prominent areola and nipple between his lips and sucking softly, which made Monica moan in pleasure. After a minute he switched to her other nipple and lavished equal attention there. The whole time Matt continued rubbing her lips. They were soaked by this time from his ministrations. Matt’s mouth continued it’s journey down her body, exploring her ribs and then down to her flat midsection, bestowing little kisses as it went.
Matt shifted his body off the bed while freeing his hand. He grasped Monica by her hips and shifted her body to accommodate his desire. Her ass was at the edge of the bed with her legs hanging off the mattress.
Matt knelt on the floor between her legs and lifted them up in the air with her knees bent. He guided them so that her feet rested on his back.
“Matt I want you inside me so bad, please” Monica said to him, with naked desire in her voice.
“Soon” he answered “but I have to taste you first.”
He observed her damp reddish-pink lips glistening, framed partially by her light patch of neatly trimmed hair and he could smell her musky fragrance which was intoxicating him. He bent his neck forward until his mouth almost touched her treasure. Matt’s tongue extended from between his lips and lightly traced the outline of her plump lips, starting just below where her clit peered out from it’s hood. He worked down her length, reaching the bottom of her lip, before slowly working his way up the other. Matt repeated this again and again, until Monica thought she would go crazy. He would come tantalizingly close to her clit but always managed to avoid making direct contact.
Tiring of that, Matt then began lapping down the center of her pussy, splitting the lips and running his tongue against the inner walls of her sweetness. He drove his tongue as deep inside her as he was able to, sampling her juices. Monica grabbed his hair and pushed him up against her, at the same time grinding her hips forward into his face. This made Matt increase his efforts, accelerating the speed of his tongue. Monica now held his head with both hands and continued pushing into him, her clit colliding against his nose with every roll of her hips. Monica’s breathing had increased rapidly as she moved closer to her release, then she felt her face flushing red as orgasm overtook her. She let out a low moan and her thighs clamped around Matt’s head from the force of her cumming. Matt never stopped tonguing her during the entirety of her orgasm, ignoring his pulled hair and compressed head.
As her spasms lessened he spread her legs wider, freeing his head and removed his tongue from the depths of her wetness. The lower half of his face was coated in the aromatic juices of her sex. He smiled at her, then began to flick at her clit with the tip of his tongue. Matt started to trace little circles with his tongue around her clitoris, occasionally stabbing the clit directly. Monica felt weak in the legs from her orgasm and lay there recovering. Meanwhile Matt’s quick moving tongue soon was pushing her to the edge of pleasure once again. With a final flick, Monica ascended the height of bliss once again. It started at her clit and rippled throughout her body from her toes and fingertips to the top of her head and all points in between, causing Monica’s body to tremble from the force of her release.
Finally satisfied with his efforts, Matt rose from his knees, keeping his body between Monica’s thighs. He bent his knees bringing his pelvis into alignment with hers, then leaned down and planted his lips against Monica’s soft mouth. She eagerly responded to his kiss and sucked his tongue deep into her warm mouth . During their kiss, Matt’s hardness repeatedly brushed against her wet pussy, sending jolts of pleasure to Monica’s brain.
“I need you in me now Matt, I can’t wait anymore” she said insistently. Her hand grasped his erection and guided the head to the entrance between her swollen lips. Matt pushed his hips forward a tiny bit, just enough for his cock head to enter her, then he stopped. While this took place his eyes never left hers for a second.
“Don’t tease me” Monica pleaded as she tried to work herself onto him further, but was stopped by Matt’s hands which seized her legs and held them in place.
“Wait…” Matt said as he withdrew half of his head from her. He looked into her eyes and saw the want and desire in them, the same emotions that were attempting to control him at that moment. He paused another moment while their eyes stayed locked together, mirroring their needs. Matt then slowly began pushing himself into Monica’s core. Her inner muscles slowly yielded to his intrusion, her wetness easing the way forward, her flower opening up for him. Matt didn’t stop until he felt himself totally engulfed inside her, his balls nudging against her ass and their pubic bones separated only by mutual skin and muscle. During this time, neither broke eye contact from the other, each feeding off the others’ pleasure. Matt broke the silence first, his pleasure forcing him to speak.
“Oh Monica, you feel so good, you’re so tight and wet, I don’t know how long I can last like this inside you before I cum but I have to try.”
Matt then pulled back some before driving it deep, causing a whimper of pleasure to escape Monica’s lips. That little cry seemed to drive Matt to a frenzy as he began to rapidly piston back and forth into the wet folds of her burning flesh. He struggled to regain a semblance of control over his body and after a minute he managed to slow his wild rutting. Matt straightened his torso up, then placed Monica’s toned legs against his chest and shoulders. With his hands now free for the moment, Matt slid them under Monica and positioned them just above her big ass and laced his fingers together to support her. He then flexed his knees, lifting Monica’s lower torso off the bed a few inches.
Smiling at her, Matt then began to slide in and out of her glistening pussy. He marveled at the tightness of Monica and at how her muscles allowed him to sink all the way in, yet seemed to resist any retreat by his thick member. Matt angled his thrusts upward with every stroke, sliding his cock against the front wall of her pussy, doing his best to stimulate her sensitive G-spot. His curved shaft amplified and enhanced the pleasure he was giving to her. As her orgasm neared she uttered a series of low moans. Matt sensed that Monica was close and redoubled his efforts, thrusting in and out of her vulva with short, powerful strokes. Monica felt herself carried to the edge of release and joyfully let herself go.
“Yes Matt, don’t stop, I’m almost there, oh God yes, don’t stop, yes I’m there, I’m cumming ooohh” she cried out as she exploded internally, drenching Matt’s shaft with her juices, which then flowed around it to seep out of her.
Matt gently lowered her trembling body to the mattress, still buried inside her wetness, while he gazed down at Monica’s face with a tender look on his face. As her facial muscles relaxed after the intensity of her orgasm, Matt slowly pulled out of her. He bent down and pressed his lips to her mound and drank down any escaping nectar his mouth could reach, before lapping at any juice still inside her paradise.
Raising his head, Matt looked directly at Monica’s face, raised an eyebrow and said “I wouldn’t have thought it was possible for you to look better, but you look even more beautiful when you cum.”
Monica smiled at him, but the retort she had thought of died on her lips when she saw the utter sincerity on Matt’s face. Shaking her head at what she saw as his foolishness, Monica sat up and ran her fingers through his short brown hair.
“You’re nuts, sweet but nuts or maybe blind but I don’t care. Now give me a kiss” Monica said extending her arms toward him. She didn’t have to ask twice as Matt eagerly complied. He embraced her and began kissing her passionately. Monica wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist while returning his kisses. After a few minutes of this she realized that his erection was pressed between their bodies, neglected. Monica broke the kiss and disentangled her limbs from him.
“Matt get on the bed and lay on your back, it’s time for me to take care of you now. And I won’t take no for an answer- so move it” she ordered.
“Yes Ma’am” he answered with a twinkle in his eye. As Matt crawled past her on the bed, Monica delivered a playful swat to his butt.
“I thought you weren’t going to call me ma’am anymore” she said with mock offense.
“Well I never actually said that” Matt answered “besides my calling you that has worked out pretty well for me so far.”
Her brown eyes flashing, Monica got off the bed and walked out the door only to return in less than a minute with her discarded robe in hand. Putting it on the bed next to him, she then climbed onto the bed and straddled Matt’s torso. He was lying on his back with his hands behind his head and his erection still stood tall and proud. Monica grabbed the sash to her robe and began to loop it around a rail of her brass headboard. She then brought it down to Matt’s wrists, where she secured it to them with a knot. He raised an eyebrow but said nothing. She tested her handiwork, then slid her body down his, her wet lips rubbing his skin the whole way, exciting them both further.
Monica had considered teasing Matt to teach him a lesson due to his calling her ma’am, but between her wanting him back inside her badly and for all the pleasure he had given her, she decided against it. Straddling him on her knees, Monica reached back and took his cock in hand, and brought it to the entrance to her wet hole. Her lips opened in anticipation of him and she sank down his rigid member to the base, causing him to moan in pleasure. She placed her hands against his muscular chest and began to work herself up and down him slowly. As she did, she repeatedly tightened then released her vaginal muscles, giving Matt the most unbelievable sensations. Little did he realize that not only did Monica do her kegels everyday, in her varied exercise routine she did many other exercises that strengthened her whole pelvic region.
Matt might not have known this, but he certainly benefited from it as Monica began to increase her tempo, all the while squeezing him hard. She leaned down towards Matt, bringing her breasts within range of his mouth. He eagerly tilted his head up and began to suck on one of her erect nipples as she continued riding him for all she was worth. Knowing he was close, Monica gave his cock one last squeeze as hard as her internal muscles could tighten and felt him swell inside her. Matt’s moans were muffled by her bosom as he began to cum. Monica felt him shoot one, then another spurt of hot cum deep inside her. He continued discharging as she locked her lips onto his for a lengthy kiss. By the time she broke it, he had finished cumming and lay under her motionless. As his erection began to shrink Monica busied herself untying Matt’s hands.
Once they were free, she slid off him and lay on her side flush against his satisfied body. She could feel his semen oozing out of her and down to her leg. Monica rested her head on Matt’s chest while her hand reflexively reached down and took his softening cock and held it.
“That was so incredible Monica” he said “you are amazing.” Matt leaned over and nuzzled her hair with his lips and put an arm around her shoulder.
Monica sighed with satisfaction, then answered “ Thanks, you weren’t so bad yourself either.”
They stayed like that awhile, recovering from their lovemaking. Matt sank into the 800 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets and closed his eyes, basking in the luxurious feeling. He only meant to close his eyes for a minute. Matt awoke an hour later, with Monica sleeping peacefully next to him. He carefully sat up, gently moving his arm from her, before slipping off the bed. Matt reached down for his pants and started to dress. When he picked up his shirt he noticed Monica had opened her eyes and was staring at him.
“Are you leaving baby?” she asked him.
“I have to” Matt replied, while buttoning his shirt “I fell asleep and I’ve been here a long time. But before I go show me the window so I can work on it.”
Monica laughed, then said “It’s okay, it only sticks a little, I’m what needed the attention and you sure gave me some.”
She got out of bed and walked toward the living room, naked, with Matt following her. As he grabbed his tool box he saw Monica fiddling in a purse. Matt reluctantly headed toward the door where Monica met him. They shared a long soulful kiss, during which he felt her hand slip into his pants pocket and give his tired soldier a squeeze. She opened the door a small amount while remaining behind it and Matt headed out. He heard it close and the lock being turned.
When he returned to the super’s office Gus had a big smile on his face.
“So you fix that window kid. You had time to replace it and then some.”
Not wanting to lie, Matt tried to think of something to explain the amount of time he’d spent in 601.
“Well the thing of it is Gus….” he began but he drew a blank.
“Don’t worry kid, I was young once too, so I can figure it out. The lady up there requested you in particular so don’t bother explaining.”
Matt was dumbfounded at that information. “Me, but she didn’t know me, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her before today or I’d remember.”
“Well she must have seen you and you sure made an impression on her I’m thinking. Ah if only I was young again” Gus said wistfully.
She’s sure made an impression on me now, Matt thought to himself, then thought of something else.
“You still could have taken the call Gus, why didn’t you?” he asked.
“What are you thick, kid. I said she asked for you. If I went, the only thing I would have touched would have been the window. I’m too old for her. She’s one of those, what are they called, oh yeah, cougars. I heard one time this prick lawyer from the third floor tried hitting on her. This bastards in his forties, younger than me, and she practically laughed in his face. He tried even harder, saying how rich he was and what not, and she said- well if you have a son and he’s not a jerk like his father, have him ask me and she left him speechless. But he’s a real prick and doesn’t tip or anything so the doorman who saw this spread it around the building. But the doorman told me he asked her out once, and she said she only dates younger guys. No accounting for experience, I guess.”
“Ok, thanks Gus you’re all right” Matt answered, but he thought about what the man said and wondered.
At the end of his shift, Matt was changing to his street clothes, when he noticed something in his pants pocket. He reached his hand in and came out with some folded bills. He examined the money and saw there were three fifty dollar bills. Matt realized that Monica must have put them there as they said goodbye.
He didn’t know what to think. He was somewhat offended. If he had fixed her window and she had tipped him that would be fine. But after what had happened, did she think that she was paying him for that, or that he would want money for that. Part of him wanted to go upstairs right now and ask her, but it might turn out badly. He headed out onto Madison Avenue still torn. Maybe she meant well by it and didn’t mean to offend. Maybe women who liked younger men thought that was normal, or maybe on the upper east side where everyone had money they just threw it around like confetti. He didn’t want to keep it, though to just hand it back to her would be awkward. Then Matt had a revelation.
He took a detour from the #6 station, and headed to Lexington and 78th. Matt entered the flower shop and smiled at the heavyset young woman at the counter.
“May I help you sir?” she asked pleasantly.
“Yes you can” he answered “I’m interested in some roses in a vase, or maybe more than one vase worth. I’d like to see the selection. By the way, can I still have them delivered today?”
“Yes sir, delivery until 7:00 PM. Would you like to fill out a card with that?”
“I most certainly would” Matt answered.
Monica was finishing her Thai takeout later that evening when her phone rang.
“Hello” she answered.
“Yes Ms. Reinauer, this is James in the lobby. I’m calling you to let you know you have a delivery here and would it be alright to send it up. Ok fine I’ll send it up now.” He hung up the and told the deliveryman
“You can go now – apartment 601.”
Monica hung up the phone and wracked her brain trying to figure out what it could be, but only drew a blank. In a few minutes, the doorbell rang and Monica opened it and saw a deliveryman struggling to carry two large vases filled to the brim with long stemmed red roses. When she tried to tip him, he refused and said it was all taken care of. After he left Monica opened the card.
It said – To M A really sexy woman. I hope these roses, though far short of your beauty, will bring you a fraction of the pleasure I received meeting you today. Matt

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Walking Girl

This story was written for Mr. Fors’ forum competition. The theme was anonymity – we were to write a story without character names or descriptions, hopefully creating a scene that readers could identify with, maybe even pretend they were in. Okay, here goes.

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Broken Birds, Part 37, A Space in Time / Epilogue

Part 37
A Space in Time
Epilogue
The emergency chopper screamed through the night. Michael, Jennifer, Beth and Kat were on board. The doctor Jennifer had on call had not been able to come. He was drunk.
The delivery began normally. Then Kat began to bleed badly.
Barbara had seen this before. She made suggestions that Jennifer instantly implemented, learning just how valuable Barbara’s OB/GYN and neo-natal experience had become. Barbara remained behind given Jan’s condition and stress.
Terror gripped the harem. They sat around the enormous main living room. They looked to Barbara for consolation and information.
“Her uterus ruptured or tore as the child started to descend. We don’t have the equipment to handle it. It requires a full surgical room. I think we got the bleeding under control.” She said with more confidence than she felt.
“You’ve seen this before?” Kelly asked.
“I did a tour in Iraq with a civilian group. While it’s pretty rare here, we saw several cases. Usually they turned out OK.”
“And when they don’t?” Shoshana had to ask, terror for her own baby increasing.
“Shoshana, I don’t want you and Jan to worry. I’ve seen your files and sonograms. Little Momma there looks to be in great shape. We had the chopper on call because Kat was having problems, probably from the first birth. I see absolutely nothing to think your child will have problems.”
Alice silently thanked their guest, watching faces relax.
Had they been at the hospital, they would have been terrified.
They rushed Kat into the operating theatre. Jennifer scrubbed and observed. They worked quickly. They delivered the child by Cesarean and set about trying to salvage Kat’s uterus.
The surgeon looked at Jennifer. “You incised her?” Jennifer nodded. “Where did you learn to do this?”
Jennifer knew what he was seeing. “Our PA suggested it.”
“I’ve got to meet her. She probably saved this woman’s life.”
His team set about trying to save Kat’s uterus. They failed. The damage had been too great. Kat’s blood pressure started to drop. They removed it.
Jennifer approached Michael and Beth.
“She’s alive. So is your son. We had to take her uterus out. It was just too damaged,” She hugged Beth who had dreamed of a second child with her DNA, “The head surgeon said we could have lost them both if we didn’t have Barbara.”
“You saved her.” Michael said, not knowing what had happened in the clinic.
Jennifer shook her head. “I did what she told me to do. She’s amazing. She never blinked. She wouldn’t let Kat or the baby die.”
They collapsed together.
Michael called the house with the news. There was happiness and sadness. Mostly, however there were thanks for their guest who had saved their sister and son.
Kat stayed in hospital for nearly two weeks. As requested, Barbara came with Michael and Beth to retrieve her.
“Where did you learn that technique for stopping uterine bleeding?” the surgeon asked, “It’s amazingly effective.”
“The first time I saw it was about four years ago when I was attached to a military unit in Iraq. We did a lot of OB/GYN surgery and problem deliveries for the locals. The first doc I saw use it was a Brit.”
“Any other techniques?” he said smiling.
She produced a flash drive. “I copied my files. There may be some new stuff on this. Look in the “Surgical Techniques” file.”
His eyes snapped open. Jennifer had introduced DNA implantation into the fertility clinic of the hospital. This woman may have given the surgical group a similar gift.
On the way back, Kat took her hand, “I understand I owe you my life.”
A warm glow began to grow inside Barbara as she shook her head, “Jennifer did everything.”
“Maybe she did what you told her to do, but you saved me and my son.” Pain registered on her face.
“Rest Honey.”
Beth watched them. An idea began to form.
Kat shared the clinic with Jan who had given birth to a son the day before.
Since Kat had given birth to a son first, they named him Michael Damien Shannon Jr by unanimous vote.
Shoshana and Jan named their baby Damien Michael Shannon.
Six children now bore the Shannon name.
They’d postponed Barbara’s surrogacy pending Kat and Jan recovering.
Alice discretely treated Barbara. One night as the summer heat cooled, she sat with Barbara, “Tell me about your dreams for tomorrows …”
Alice quickly understood the key to unlocking Barbara’s soul. It was Kelly. Barbara was desperately ashamed of her part in Kelly’s rape. She had not participated and had tried to lessen the pain. But it was her fury with Kelly that set the rape in motion. That knowledge had eaten at Barbara for many years. Though Kelly had clearly forgiven her, Alice wasn’t sure if Barbara would ever be able to forgive herself.
Her part in Kat and Michael Junior’s survival was well known. The harem’s open admiration salved her, but the cancer of guilt still ate her soul.
Alice took Michael aside, “She’s in hell. She’s been there since Kelly’s rape. She keeps trying to do things for others, but she can’t make it up to Kelly.”
Michael’s usually agile mind found no answers.
“We also need her here. Jennifer is really tired and needs rest. I don’t want her to compromise her pregnancy.”
“What if Kelly and I share with her the night before the implantation? That way she’ll see the joy, feel the love and maybe she’ll feel our happiness.”
Alice thought for a moment. “I don’t think Beth would be happy with sharing you, but I’ll ask.”
Alice was astounded when Beth eagerly embraced the idea. She smelled a rat.
“OK Beth, I’ve known you for a long time. What’s up?”
Beth giggled. “We’re running out of baby factories. How many children will Jan carry? Have you seen Barbara’s hips? She’s a natural. Do you see the way she looks at Dad? She’s dying to have him. She adores Kelly. She saved Kat. Jennifer needs her. She’s almost a doctor. We’ve got six kids already, so we need doctors. I want her here!”
Alice reeled. She’d never heard Beth like this. Beth’s logic was undeniable. Tacitly the harem had accepted her leadership. Now she was asserting it overtly. It was almost a command.
Alice and Beth polled the harem. Everyone, particularly Jennifer, thought it a great idea.
Alice took Michael and Kelly aside. “She’s filled with guilt. If you can break through the guilt, I’ll be able to help. If you can’t, I’m not sure what to do.”
Kelly took the lead.
“Babs, it’s time. Let go of this stupid guilt. We all want you here, but you’re in a pity pit. You’re holding on to guilt. There isn’t any! You didn’t rape me. You tried to help. Shoshana was in the same position with Jan. Now they have a man and a child. I want that with you!”
Barbara tried to process the words and ferocity of the woman she loved.
Slowly her face came apart as joy, guilt, pain and hope fought a battle for her soul.
Kelly was unwilling to wait. She pulled Barbara into a ferocious embrace and kissed her with a passion that fed the raging fire inside her.
Tears rolled down Barbara’s face. “You want me here?”
Kelly swatted her ass. “Of course we do. You’re part of us. If you don’t get your head on straight, I’ll take him by myself tonight. You have no idea what you’ll be missing”
It registered. “You want me to be part of the harem?”
Beth answered for them, “Of course, Honey, it’s time.”
Kelly, Alice and Michael had discussed how to get Barbara to focus on tomorrows. As usual, Michael had an idea.
Shortly after the encounter in the main living room, Michael, Beth, Kelly and Barbara headed for the lap pool. The children stayed at the lounge pool that now sported a lifeguard stand and rotating lifeguards. Barbara knew this night would be critical. She was nervous. In fact, she had never been able to enjoy physical intimacy.
They began to swim. Jennifer joined them. Shoshana entered and joined them. Alice swam with them. All the lanes were full.
Kelly stopped, breathing heavily and levered out of he pool to a double chaise. Barbara stopped and came over to join her. Wet bodies crowded around her. She was confused.
Michael came to her, bringing her into an intimate embrace. His lips grazed hers. She pressed against his hard body, desperately seeking and needing his lips. Fire from Kelly’s kiss still raged inside her. It became an inferno of need.
She felt bodies pressing against her. Her mind focused on Michael. She felt hands feeling and caressing her body. She tensed, then looked into his eyes and surrendered to a world of pleasure she’d never dreamed existed. She leaked fluid. She’d never had sex with a man after Kelly’s rape. She felt ravenous.
She sighed as she felt kisses on the back of her neck. She moaned into Michael’s lips that were pressing forcefully on hers. Soft hands caressed her breasts, opened her womanhood. She gasped and moaned with undeniable pleasure.
Michael broke the kiss. Kelly pulled Barbara’s lips to hers. Michael released her. Beth claimed his place, her lips demanding and loving.
Her lips broke away. She felt their flesh and stripped her suit, needing skin-to-skin contact.
Barbara reeled in the pleasure and love. Somewhere the primal switch triggered.
Michael lay on the padded pool deck with Shoshana loving his cock.
They brought Barbara to him, her eyes clouded with lust.
She knelt over his cock. She guided him. She started to rise up to push down violently. Kelly stopped her. “Slowly, Love.”
Loving hands guided her, caressed her and pleased her. Her beautiful breasts and nipples resonated with pleasure. Her breath came in gasps.
Music filled the cavernous room.
The head of Michael’s cock entered her, her eyes registering his size and girth. She looked into his loving eyes. His steely hands held her hips suspended. They taught her to sway and move to the music minimizing the pain of stretching. Kelly cupped her C cup breasts, kneading them gently.
Her mind floated in a sea of pleasure, but her body learned quickly. Finally she sat on his hips and her feet. She sat in wonder with Michael’s shaft kissing her cervix.
The music changed to a Latin beat. Hands helped her gain the rhythm. She felt the huge cock stretch and move inside her.
She began to moan. Kelly claimed her lips.
She squealed when Beth sucked her nipple. Again when Shoshana sucked the other. She screamed when Michael’s thumbs caressed her clit.
She felt a momentous climax building.
Alice inserted a lubed finger in her asshole.
The girls reversed her and lay her on Michael’s chest. Michael levered her legs wide.
Kelly attacked Barbara’s clit, sucking, caressing and torturing her most sensitive nerve end.
Barbara exploded in orgasm screaming incoherently. They continued to feast on her. She continued to explode. Hands, lips and tongues continued to pleasure her. She bolted into a sitting position, driving Michael deep into her sheath.
Kelly supported her back, holding the trembling woman. “You’re home Babs, if you want to be. You’re loved.”
They moved her off his cock and into his arms.
Somehow it unlocked the truth she’d hidden all these years. She began to cry. She reached for Kelly. She looked into Kelly’s eyes. “I’ve wanted you for ten years, Honey. I love you. I always have. I wasn’t mad because you dated him. I wanted you! I’m so sorry for your pain.”
Kelly took Barbara’s face in her hands and stared into her tortured soul. “I love you Babs. Let go of the guilt. It would have happened no matter what. You didn’t hurt me.”
Kelly kissed her with fiery passion. After a moment, Babs started to return it, becoming a kiss of love and commitment.
When they broke, Kelly leapt up and pulled Babs to her. She took Michael’s hand and they left for their night of lovemaking.
The rest of the harem saw no reason to break up a perfectly good orgy and resumed.
Barbara, Kelly and Michael sped to Brisbane. While waiting for the implantation procedures, the chief of surgery picked her brain. The “surgical techniques” file had stunned the surgical college. They were far behind modern techniques.
Barbara was more focused on her mission. She’d never felt so happy and so much in love. She desperately wanted to give Kelly a child. In fact, she wanted to give herself to all of them, to be their baby factory.
The pain meant little. She knew she was the center of the family. Michael’s love soothed her, letting her dream of tomorrows. Kelly’s love unlocked something deep inside Barbara. Her pain poured out.
Several months later, a pregnant Barbara helped deliver Jennifer’s daughter.
EPILOGUE
I wrote this series as a work of fiction. The underlying story is based on a series of events that really happened. It began more than three decades ago, in the post Vietnam era of Miami Vice.
We lost the real Michael last year. His crossing over was a mercy. He lost his battle to contain the beast two years ago, shortly after losing three lovers. We pray that he is finally at peace.
I’ve updated and changed some things to protect those who still might be damaged.
Obviously, in the 1980’s DNA transplantation did not occur. I know the real Beth and Shoshana would have tried it, so I incorporated it in their story.
Only Jake remains from Michael’s SEAL team. Tim passed in 2005. He died with Beth at his side. Tim desperately loved her, but never confessed until just before his death.
Three sisters died two years ago, one from cancer and two in a horrible car accident when their American born driver veered to the right instead of left. An American driver in Australia! Tim proved right even after he crossed.
Thirteen of Michael’s harem attended his post funeral party, including Lynne, Maria and Nita. They gave his ashes to the winds on the cliff overlooking his beloved sea.
The broken birds you’ve met are far from the full story. Eventually there were 19, though never more than 11 at one time. Several of the women wanted to see the reaction to the series before giving me permission to share their story. Many of the stories are also incomplete.
As I wrote Misha’s story, Lena gave me permission to share her story. Her story is, however, about horrific pain and humiliation. Given some of the comments I have received, I’m not sure I want to give some people ideas on how to inflict maximum pain on another human being.
Parts of the story have also been sanitized or softened. Each woman had the right to delete parts too painful or too intimate.
Some people have noted inconstancies in physical descriptions or timing. I wrote from my notes taken in individual interviews. Memories had faded. Was Lynne’s hair dark or light at a particular time is one of the more difficult things to nail down as she loved changing hair color. Because the danger was real, no photos exist.
I can share one detail. At Michael’s funeral, his female namesake gave a simple toast, “to Life!”
Somewhere on the other side, I know Michael smiled.

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