Chapter 26

During the third week of January 1976, the Turners returned to Hawaii for vacation. This time they flew directly to Hilo International Airport. Once again, Kepa Kekoa met them at the airport, this time as a friend and business partner. Kepa helped them gather their baggage and led them out to a sparking clean white passenger van. 'HokuliiInn - the Lovers Paradise' was painted on the side of the van, as was an artistic rendering of Kilauea Volcano. Kepa and Jake yakked as Kepa drove the thirty miles to the edge of the Volcano National Park. They pulled up into the courtyard of the Hokulii, and Kepa, bursting with excitement, welcomed them to his resort.

The Turner clan made appreciative noises as Kepa led them into the main lodge. The lodge housed the reception desk, a nice sized lobby, and a first class restaurant. The large open space had high ceilings that were supported by large columns of laminated redwood. The staff was friendly, gracious, and efficient. It was obvious that Kepa knew his stuff and ran a first rate establishment. Jake went to the desk to check in while Kepa sat and talked with the women.

When Jake turned around to head back to where they were sitting, he almost had a heart attack. Kepa was standing by a big man who was nonchalantly tossing baby Jacob up in the air and catching him. Jake started to run over to them when he noticed that Melissa was calmly talking to the man and Kepa, both Melissa and Kepa seemed unconcerned with what was happening. Melissa was a fiercely protective mother, Leslie called her Mama Pitbull, and, if she was not concerned, Jake knew there was not a problem.

Jake walked over to the group and Kepa made the introduction. "Jake, this is my uncle, Kaneakua. He's the Kahuna around here; in the Hawaiian sense of the word, he's a holy man. Uncle Kane helped site the lodge and the cabins so they would be in harmony with the land, then blessed them in the Hawaiian tradition."

Kaneakua tucked the still-giggling baby under his left arm and held out his right hand to Jake. His large paw engulfed Jake's hand with a firm grip. Kaneakua Paoa Kekoa was a big, robust man, an inch or so taller than Jake's six-three; he had long sinewy limbs and the biggest hands and feet Jake had ever seen. His close-cropped hair was black, shot through with silver. Jake guessed that the hail and hardy Kahuna was maybe in his early fifties. He was an imposing man but he radiated kindness and robust good humor. Jake liked him before he ever said a word.

"Good to meet you, Jake; you have a fine son and beautiful women, you are a lucky man," Kaneakua said.

"Thank you, sir, I marvel every day at my blessings."

"Call me Uncle Kane," he said, handing Jake the baby. "I have to go but I'm sure we will meet again; I am here every day."

Kane clapped Jake on the back, gave the women a slight bow, and strode out the door.

"Nice man," Jake commented.

"I'll say," a slightly flushed Trish said fervently.

Kepa showed them to the cabin he had reserved for them. Jake smiled when he saw that it was set up as they liked. The unit had two bedrooms, one with a king sized bed, and a large open room with living-room and efficiency kitchen. The Turners settled into the room and Melissa put Jacob down for a nap. The older women dug the muumuus they bought last trip out and slipped them on then called down to the lodge for a car. Leslie had out grown the outfits from their last visit so Trish and Melissa were taking her to town to buy some new ones.

Jake put on shorts and one of the aloha shirts they gave him last visit and sat on the lanai reading. Jake had finally slogged his way through Quo Vadis and had picked up a paperback copy of Kurt Vonnegut's Breakfast of Champions. It was a much easier read. Vonnegut's sparse prose and humor made the pages fly by. He finished the book and was down on the floor goofing around with Jacob when his wahines came tripping in, loaded down with shopping bags. Baby Jacob was almost walking now; he could stand on his own for a few seconds before he tottered over and was pulling himself up on the furniture. He scared the crap out of Jake as he kept doggedly getting up and falling down.

"We bought the cutest things for you and Junior," Melissa gushed.

Uh-oh, more clothes he had no choice but to wear. Melissa and Trish started pulling clothes out of the bags as Leslie took her loot into the bedroom to change. Melissa finally rooted out her prize for him; it was probably the most garish shirt he had ever seen. The shirt was black with palm trees, white orchids, and, of all things, big pink flamingos. The shirt was so loud it needed a volume control.

Melissa held the shirt out to him triumphantly and he forced a smile as he took it from her.

"How did you know I loved flamingos?" he said wryly.

"I knew you'd like it; and look, I have one for Jakey also. You can be twins at supper."

Sure enough, she had a miniature version of the shirt for their son. Baby Jacob's reaction was anything but forced. He grabbed the shirt from his mom and started trying to pick the flamingos off it as he gave excited commentary in his best blah, blah babytalk.

Jake changed into his new shirt as Melissa put Jacob's on him. When Leslie came out they all went to dinner. Jake was glad it was dusk outside because the shirt was so bright it would have caught fire in the sunlight. Tonight was a luau night at the Hokulii so the place was packed with guests from other hotels in the area. The large deck was set up to seat at least a hundred people and most of the tables not reserved for Hokulii guests were full. Every one was watching a group of men in traditional garb pull a couple of pigs out of a banana leaf covered pit. Jake's saliva glands went to work as soon as the aroma of roast pork reached his nose. Real meat -- and Melissa would have to let him eat it or risk being impolite.

Kepa saw them and made his way over.

"Dude, that is a very cool shirt," he said as Melissa nodded and beamed.

The luau was excellent and Jake made the most of the rare opportunity to scarf some meat. Leslie stayed right with him as they studiously ignoring the looks they were getting from Melissa and Trish. Kahuna Kaneakua strolled over, pulled up a chair, grabbed the baby out of his stroller, and chatted with them as Jacob poked and prodded his face. By nine o'clock, both Leslie's and the baby's eyes were drooping. Leslie said she would tuck Jacob in and then hit the rack herself.

Jake and Melissa left thirty minutes later, strolling across the grounds hand-in-hand. Trish stayed, engrossed in conversation with Kane. Jake and Melissa made it back to the cabin and, sure enough, both the baby and Leslie were out like a light.

"Let's sit out on the lanai and look at the stars a while; ok, Baby?" Melissa suggested.

Jake nodded as they slipped out the back door. The lanai had two of those big round papasan chairs with cushions; Jake plopped into one and pulled Melissa into his lap. She snuggled against him and sighed contentedly. As they sat there quietly, Jake once again thought about what an amazing creature his wife was. She was without a doubt the smartest person he had ever known. She was rich and movie star beautiful, yet she was unassuming and seldom flaunted her looks or money. She was content doing even the simplest of things with those she loved. Jake was humbled that he was at the top of that list. Melissa made no bones about the fact that she was madly in love with her husband.

Jake thought back on how the simple act of having been there for her when her father was murdered turned into something as deep as the love they shared. She had led their relationship in the direction of the openness it stood at now; and was happy to take in Patricia and Leslie. She supported his ambitions and did not balk too strenuously at his excursions into baseball, the military, or politics. How in the world could one person have that much going for them?

"What are you thinking about so seriously, Hubby?"

"I'm thinking about how wonderful you are and how maybe you deserve better than me," he answered truthfully.

"Baby, as far as I'm concerned there isn't a better than you. You are my man, the father of my child, and my soul mate. When I'm ninety I plan on being right here, sitting in your lap, hoping you'll cop an old geezer feel."

Jake did cop a feel as he slid his hand up under her muumuu. He helped her shed the white panties with pink hearts she wore and balanced the chair as she maneuvered around to impale herself on his stalk. Her long loose dress billowed over his lap hiding their connection. The chair was very comfortable as she sat on him, her knees on either side of his thighs. She did not move, he did not move, they just sat there enjoying being joined.

"I'm thinking we need one of these chairs at the ranch, Hubby. I could ride you like you were Secretariat at the Derby. Did you see Trish checking out the Kahuna? She says she is interested in his philosophy and why most Hawaiians are so mellow. I think she wants to see if his dick is as big as his feet suggest. And it's also amazing how Jakey took to him; he is usually leery around all men except for you. God, this feels good. I didn't really know you liked flamingos."

Jake nodded every time she paused for breath during her soliloquy. Muffy's ability to chat about everyday things while screwing without missing a beat had to be the epitome of personalized multitasking. She kept talking as she squeezed him with her internal muscles.

"Doctor Pritchett turned me on to doing these exercises. I practice them at work with a hefty mechanical pencil; boy, have I had some close calls from being caught. I think about you when I do them and usually can make myself cum. Did you know that Janice and her husband were my lovers once? I told Janice that, now that she was divorced, she should return the favor. I figure her Mercedes is bought and paid for by Jake Turner babies."

Jake groaned as she told him about the doctor and their not-totally-professional relationship, no wonder Muffy got such good OB/GYN care. Melissa picked up on his heightened arousal from her mention of the doctor.

"So, Hubby likes the idea of a little vintage nookie. Well, she is amazing; she has such good muscle control down there she could pick up a dime off the floor. Snatch it right up, so to speak. Not to mention she sure knows her way around a pussy."

Jake almost fell out of the chair as he started laughing and cumming at the same time. Melissa put on a little self satisfied smirk. She was the only woman in the world who could make him laugh and cum whenever she wanted.

"That's right, Hubby, fill me up. I'm off the pill again; did I mention that to you? I don't think I'm fertile -- yet -- but next month I will be for sure. I'm going to Spring Training with you and work your ball control harder than Billy Martin could even dream about."

The next day, everyone went to the black sand beach near where the continued lava flow from Kilauea Volcano meets the ocean. Trish and Kane joined them there at noon. Trish had returned to the room from her cultural inquiries at two in the morning and had slept in. The women sat on towels sunning themselves while Jake, the Kahuna, and the baby splashed around at the edge of the ocean. Kane picked up the baby and walked out into the water up to his waist after motioning Jake to follow him. As Jake waded out, he took a good look at the elaborate geometric tattoos that covered most of the Kahuna's lower body and left side. Triangles were the tattoos' predominant theme.

"Patricia says you are going to be President one day. She is a Makuahine, wise beyond her years; Jake Turner, if she says you will be Pelekekena I believe her. I hope that you fulfill your dream, my brother, and make the world better. Patricia also told me you are a Kahuna in your own right in a village by the sea in Ireland."

"Trish seems to have shared a lot with you, sir," Jake said.

Kane looked at him and laughed. He was holding baby Jacob in his outstretched arms so that the baby was parallel to the water and just touching it. Jake was transfixed as his son started to dog paddle as Kane supported his weight.

"I do not have designs on your woman, Jake; she loves you and your family. But she is delightful company for an old man. She is a seeker of knowledge so I am going to teach her how to live as one with nature. I have a feeling you will benefit from her learning."

Jake told Kane that he was always a willing student and that the native islander's gracious serenity was worth learning. Baby Jake was splashing around now, only lightly supported by one of Kane's hands under his belly.

"Babies are born with a connection to the land and water, Jake. Then most cultures work diligently to break that bond in the name of civilization. Look at your son; no one has taught him yet that he cannot be Nai'a, the dolphin -- so he swims."

There on the beach that day, Kahuna Kaneakua blessed baby Jacob in his native tradition. By the end of the day, the baby had a Hawaiian nickname. Kane dubbed him Iakopa Mo'o - Jacob the Lizard, for the way he scurried around on his hands and knees.

Another thing Jake learned about the Kahuna came as a result of Jake's curiosity about a strange weapon Kane wore on a leather cord around his waist. When Jake asked about it, Kane said it was a Lei-o-mano, a sharks' tooth knife.

"Mano, the shark, is my family's amakua, our spirit guide. My tattoos and my weapon show my family affiliation."

That explained the triangular theme of his tattoos -- they represented sharks' teeth. The knife was a fearsome instrument; it looked like a wooden dagger with a guard that wrapped around the hand. The guard was imbedded with sharks' teeth. It was part of the weapons of Lua, Hawaiian martial arts, Kane explained. Jake expressed an interest in Lua so Kane promised to show him some of it the following day. The demonstration was an eye-opener for Jake. For an easy-going culture, they sure had a bad-ass fighting style. Lua centered on techniques that dislocated joints and close-in fighting that was meant to be quickly deadly. Kane gave Jake some pointers, mildly surprised that the younger man could handle himself as well as he did.

Jake had his twentieth birthday celebration, Hawaiian style, with a big luau at the beach. It was a memorable evening as Kepa's extended family helped him celebrate. Of course, some of the bajillion Kekoa kin were musicians who played and sang at the party. Leslie wowed them with a couple of songs and the women learned how to hula. Trish and Leslie did well, but surprisingly, Melissa was fantastic at the hip gyrations the native dance required. In no time she had everyone clapping as she rhythmically shook her derriere. When she finished dancing, she fell giggling into Jake's lap.

"Tonight, if you want, Hubbybear, I'll do that with you in me," she whispered hotly in his ear.

"Tonight, my sexy wife, you are going to do that while I'm in your ass and spanking you," he corrected.

Melissa could cut loose and shake her booty because Kepa's mother had baby Jacob with her at Kepa's table. Kepa's mom was as amazing as his uncle the Kahuna. She was Trish the Dish super-sized and had amazingly red hair. Jake found out from Kepa that Jake was not the only person in the room with Irish blood; Kepa's ancestry included Irish, Scotch, and Portuguese. Ehu hair was unusual, but not unheard of, among the islanders.

Earlier that afternoon, she had breezed into the Turners' cabin with Kepa in tow and enchanted them all. The woman picked up baby Jacob and wrapped him up in a quilt covered in dolphins. She held the cooing baby and started chanting in a voice that caused Jake's flesh to ripple in goose-bumps. Kepa translated for them.

"This is my gift to you, little Iakopa, and here is my blessing upon you. From now on, you are a part of this aina, this land, no matter where you go, a part of you will be tied to Hawaii and the Hawaiian people. I picked Nai'a the dolphin for your amakua spirit because I foresee you being at home in the water," she said.

Melissa was moved to tears by the act, but the lady was not finished. She pulled flower leis out of the bag that had also held the quilt and hung one around each of the Turners' necks.

"Ai aloha, welcome to our Ohana, our family," she said, as she hugged and kissed them. "I am your Auntie Lani from now on."

Then she gave them all their Hawaiian names, Trish was Pakelekia-Makuahine, Patricia the wise one, Melissa was Maleka-Nani, beautiful Melissa, and Jake was simply Kaikaina, brother. When Kepa pointed out that Lani missed Leslie, his mother was surprised because she had thought Leslie was a wonderful but local girl who worked at the resort. She thought for a minute and dubbed Leslie as Kiakamahine, my daughter.

Melissa, Leslie, and Trish spent a lot of time with Aunt Lani; she quickly had them going native. Uncle Kane had the same effect on Jake who was a pretty laid-back guy anyway. Jake confided a lot to Kane; the Kahuna was the type of guy you trusted instinctively. Jake told Kane all about his Buckley legacy and even about his grandfather visiting his dreams. Kane said it was a very special honor to have your ancestors come back to help guide you.

While the women did whatever a gaggle of women did to amuse themselves, Kane took Jake surfing and exploring both the Big Island and the sea around it. Kane seemed equally comfortable in both realms. Trish spent most evenings with Kane while Leslie and baby Jacob became fixtures at Auntie Lani's house. Jake and Melissa spent a lot of quality time together strolling along the beach at night or sitting on the lanai watching the incredible night sky put on a show just for them.

Jake, Melissa, the baby, and Leslie were able to remain on the island for another ten days. Trish then stayed another two months learning all she could from Kane. It had been a renewing vacation for them all.

Jake spent the two weeks before spring training working on conditioning and adding five pounds of bulk to his six-three frame. How ironic, he thought, that Debbie filled him with protein supplements instead of letting him eat enough red meat to get the protein. A twist that Debbie had added to his workouts, and that Jake thought really helped, was practicing his delivery to the plate in the pool, waist deep in water. Ten minutes of that was the equivalent of pitching six innings for his lower body, Jake figured.

Jake spent two hours in the morning working out and goofed off the rest of the day. He visited friends and family, fished, and hung out with Jake, junior. Jake's dance card was full in the love-making ballroom as his women were like squirrels stocking up for the winter. Eager little Nina was a frequent visitor at the bungalow. She would call Melissa, talk her into taking off work, and call Jake to meet them at the little house. If nothing else, Nina had initiative. Nina loved being in bed with the two of them. She was as hot and insatiable as Louisa had been. Melissa recognized Nina's repressed submissiveness and gave her a healthy outlet for it. Nina adored being Melissa's little love slave. Nina wanted to move in with them as soon as she graduated. College, she said, was not for her.

Jake sat down with Melissa and asked her how she thought things were going to work for the future with Faith Phillips and now Nina committed to being a part of their growing core family. Faith was really into her studies at Stetson. Camille Ibrahim, who was a doctorial candidate and teaching assistant at the school, and had been working with Jake in the past, was also tutoring her on the Middle East. Faith spent most of her free time at the ranch. Faith loved Jake and Melissa to death and was Leslie's best friend. Leslie and Faith were a devilish duo, always cooking up some scheme or other. Faith's presence allowed Leslie to be a young girl again.

Melissa told Jake that Faith would be busy with her studies for a few more years and then they would decide how she was going to fit in. Nina, Melissa flatly stated, was already one of them. When their next baby was born, Nina was going to become their nanny. Melissa was way ahead of him as usual. Jake told her about the problems Bill Clinton had with women; it might be political suicide regardless of how right it was for them all.

"Hubby, all of them have a perfectly legitimate reason for being in our lives; Trish and I are best friends and business partners, Leslie is her daughter, and Nina will be our nanny. Faith is going to become an advisor to you on the Middle East while Erika is my right-hand woman. It's all perfectly straight up as far as the outside world is concerned. Besides, from what Trish and Leslie told me, Clinton's problem was he was sneaking around; we'll hide in plain sight and keep our mouths shut."

Jake could not find an argument to what she said; so he left it in her hands. After all, he was living every guy's fantasy, with women of all shapes and sizes intent on keeping him happy. Melissa was the one who should be aiming for the White House he thought. Anyone who could keep all those women happily coexisting in the same house would not have any trouble achieving world peace.

The first week of February rolled in with exceptionally nice weather. The daytime temperature hovered in the low seventies; at night, it got down to fifty-five or so. Smiley Warrick brought the two new TnT Thunderbirds over to the track at Daytona for some testing. In the seventies, NASCAR insisted that the racecars be production automobiles but that safety items could be added. Jake asked Smiley if beefing up the roll cage could protect the driver and also stiffen the cars body in a way that made the car corner better. Smiley took the idea and ran with it; the T-birds he modified under the mantra of increased safety could be driven harder into the corners because the bodies did not flex as much. Less flexation meant more of the gripping surface of the tires stayed on the track.

Coy Daniels was driving the Turner Furniture and Appliance car that belonged to Smiley while Erika was piloting the TnT Holdings' Thunderbird. The TFA number fifty was still red, white and blue, a patriotic fan favorite, but the number seventy-seven TnT machine was a gleaming jet black with the different TnT businesses' logos on the sides, hood, and trunk. Jake got a kick out of the new Maui Jake's logo; it was a flamingo in shades standing on a surf board. For the Daytona 500 it would be the feature business and was on the hood. Dawn Diamond had already ordered ten thousand tee-shirts with car and logo on them. Although Erika was testing at Daytona, she was not driving for the race. Smiley had lined up a couple of fill-in drivers for the first half of the season. Erika would make her debut at the Firecracker 400 in July. When Erika drove, Air Erika would be the featured business, with her Viking likeness on the hood. Sven said it was a merchandising and advertising dream.

Jake had to give all that up though when he reported to spring training on Monday the ninth of February. As it was last year, pitchers and catchers were invited to report a week early. The rest of the team would be in on the seventeenth, the day after President's Day. Jake drove his Honda down to West Palm with Melissa, Leslie, and baby Jacob. The women teased him a lot about his car as even Nina drove a newer model. Jake shrugged it off; he had a new pickup truck at home and said this would be the last car he ever bought. He was a pickup man at heart and knew that, in the coming years, trucks would just keep getting better. Besides, Melissa was the car nut, with her collection of 'give me a ticket, please' red sports cars and her custom Lincoln Mark III.

Melissa had gotten them a nice condominium on the beach for the next two and a half months. It was furnished Turner style and was only twenty minutes from the spring training facility. They settled in over the weekend which, of course, meant Melissa and Leslie did a lot of shopping. The local Ford dealership had provided Melissa with a loaner Thunderbird for her stay so she and Les had wheels. Melissa had not been kidding about working him hard. She was all over him every time he stood still for more than five seconds. The thought that one of their sessions might lead to her becoming pregnant had supercharged her libido.

Jake made an impression on the coaches and brass with how fit and ready he was despite Melissa's attempt to fuck him into bad health. At six feet, three inches and two-hundred-twenty-five pounds he measured less than six percent body fat. He worked hard and listened to the coaches. Even Thurman Munson started treating him with more respect.

Melissa got her wish when she missed her period in March. If she had a boy she wanted to name him after her father; a girl would get her mothers name. She flew Doctor Pritchett down to confirm her status.

Of course, she had another reason for the good doctor's visit. It involved an evening at Janice's deluxe room at the Hilton for her and Jake. Jake had to admit that Muffy was spot on with every claim she made of the doctor's abilities.

Melissa did not actually let Jake know Janice was in town. She told him she wanted them to have dinner at the Hilton's top notch restaurant while Leslie babysat; then she surprised him by having Janice there waiting for them. The two women playfully teased him throughout supper then took him upstairs and put on a show for him.

Janice sat Jake in an arm-chair and seduced his wife in front of him. It was exciting as hell watching the older woman put his sweetheart through her paces. Janice took control from the start and Melissa meekly let her have her way. Janice did not just strip Melissa naked and take her; instead, she slowly worked Melissa's passion higher as if it were the first time they had ever been together. Jake could actually see Muffy's eyes glaze over as the older woman finally, after ten minutes of kissing, stripped her naked to the waist and started on her beasts.

It was as erotic as anything he had ever seen to watch his wife succumb to Janice's tender torment. He sat with his hands on the arm of the chair as Janice finished stripping Melissa naked. Janice turned and gave him a smile before her face dropped between his wife's thighs. Janice slid her finger in the strangely quiet woman whose only response was a soft whimper and a raising of her hips. Janice removed her finger and painted Melissa's lips with her own juice. Then, slipping her finger into Melissa's mouth, the older woman went exploring with her lips and tongue. She could have brought Melissa off in fewer than thirty seconds; instead, Janice continued her slow languorous lovemaking.

It was another ten minutes before Janice finally relented and made Melissa cum. Melissa squeaked and gasped but then stayed silent as her orgasm waned. Jake thought it was finally time for him to get in on the action. He had been as hard as calculus to a third grader for almost an hour. As he started to get up, Janice motioned him back to his chair. The doctor brought her face in front of Melissa's and held it there expectantly. Melissa opened her eyes, smiled shyly, and started licking her juice off Janice's shiny face. This was an entirely new facet of his wife and a side he had never seen before -- she was completely in Janice's thrall.

"You remember what's next, don't you, Missy?" Janice asked softly.

Melissa nodded meekly, her eyes hooded with lust.

"What's it been, four years now at least? You've grown up since then and have a husband and baby. But you're still my little toy, aren't you?"

Melissa glanced quickly at Jake -- then blushingly bobbed her head up and down as she licked her lips. Janice reached over to the coffee table and retrieved a tube of surgical lubricant from her purse.

"You remember what this is for don't you? I think you were fifteen when we first used it. I recall that you were very tight then; you are a lot more accommodating now. This used to be your favorite thing. Do you still want it?" Janice asked as she dangled the tube in front of Melissa's face.

Melissa nodded again and eagerly took the tube from the older woman. Melissa put one leg on the back of the couch and one on the floor -- then raised her ass as Janice slipped a pillow under it. Melissa opened the tube, placed it at the entrance to her vagina, and began squeezing a large dollop just inside her lips. Janice held out her hand and Melissa quickly coated it with the jelly also. Janice pointed to a spot midway up her forearm and Melissa stifled a moan as she spread the lube up to that point. She looked Janice in the eye and went a few inches higher than where Janice had pointed. Janice smiled at her.

"You are a naughty little toy. I think it's time your poor husband joins us, he looks awfully uncomfortable with that big lump in his pants. I'm going to have him fill me while I fill you - if he can. After he comes I'll let you suck his sperm out of me. How does that sound?" she said.

Melissa shuddered as her lover's words ignited a small bomb deep in her seething pussy.

"Yes, Doctor Janice, I'd love that," Muffy whispered meekly.

Jake was out of the chair like a shot. It was the damnedest conversation he had ever heard. Doctor Pritchett spoke in a professionally conversational manner and Muffy had been transported back to her early teens.

Doctor Janice was a fit and trim fifty-two with large breasts and a high-set ass. She was wearing a calf-length beige skirt which fit snugly from top to bottom and tall heels. As Jake tried to figure out the logistics of getting into her panties, Janice reached her left hand across her body to unfasten and unzip her skirt. Jake saw the direction she was taking and came to her aid. Janice shimmied her hips and Jake tugged down her skirt. She stepped out of the discarded garment and Jake tossed it into the chair he had been sitting in. Jake liked the view he had as she locked her knees and bent forward at the waist to tend to Melissa.

The good doctor was dressed for success tonight down to her smoky thigh-high stockings and black silk bikini panties. She put her knees together so he could slip off the wispy panties. They were wet and smelled of Shalimar and ripe, ready woman. Jake took an intoxicating whiff, then tossed then to the chair also. Jake kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his own trousers and underwear. Janice was still facing Melissa and just starting to worm a couple of fingers into her when Jake pushed her legs apart. He flexed his knees and lined himself up with her glistening nicely trimmed pussy. He did not think it would be necessary to get her much more prepared as she was already dripping onto the carpet.

Janice was not sloppy loose, but it was not the tightest place he had ever stuck the wonder worm either. Janice looked back over her shoulder at him, impressed with the size of his bobbing equipment. Jake shrugged and smiled at her -- then motioned with his head toward Melissa. Jake let his shaft stew in her juices and looked over her shoulder as she played pelvic doctor with Melissa. Janice had three fingers in his wife as she slowly opened her up. Melissa was lying back on the arm of the couch with her arm across her eyes. A little smile traced her lips as she slowly hunched in anticipation against Janice's invading digits. Janice pushed her fingertips into a spear point and started working her hand into the panting Melissa.

"Do you use her like this, Jake," Janice asked.

Jake shook his head no.

"Well, you should try it one day. Missy has one of the most elastic vaginas I've ever seen. It will stretch to an impressive size then shrink back to normal quickly. The first time I did this to her she came so hard she passed out. Didn't you, Missy?"

Melissa kept her arm over her eyes but turned cherry red.

"Yes, Ma'am," she whispered.

Melissa moaned loudly when the wide part of Janice's hand popped into her tunnel. Melissa was quaking as little orgasms started in preparation for the big event. Janice used her other hand to capture Melissa's clit that was fully exposed at the top of her wide spread lips, then pushed in farther. Melissa started rolling her hips and bumping them up; incredibly, she was trying for deeper penetration. Janice looked back at Jake again.

"Okay, big boy, show me what has half of the women in Palmdale in love with you," she said.

Jake pulled back until just the head of his dick was in her and started to plow forward. At that moment, Janice clamped down with her internal muscles so hard that it was as if he were busting Nina's cherry again. Jake could not believe it; what had been loose and accommodating a few seconds ago was now tighter than his fist. He grabbed her hips tighter for leverage then slammed into her so hard it lifted her off her feet. It was Janice's turn to squeal as he pushed past her resistance and bottomed out. He smacked her on her ass cheek as he withdrew and rammed it home again. Melissa moved her arm from over her eyes at Janice's squeak. She wiggled on the doctor's suddenly inactive hand and gave her a slow smile. Sauce for the goose was being applied. Janice's eyes started to get a far-away look as Jake plowed her again and gave her another little spank.

"Now you know, Doctor Jan, now you know," Melissa said.

Janice certainly was beginning to see the light. She was usually almost arrogant in being able to make it tough on a guy to get into her. Jake had battered down the gates in only a thrust and a half. Still more amazing was that he could continue reaming her without cumming. No one had ever lasted this long with her when she wanted them to ejaculate. Jake reached around her, slipped his hand up under her Channel silk blouse, and roughly pulled her bra over her breasts. They spilled into his waiting hand and he firmly rolled her nipples between his fingers. Despite her best efforts, Janice was getting close to a climax, something a man had never achieved through straight intercourse.

Jake put her over the top with a series of short, hard strikes that seemed to hit every nerve-ending in her vagina. Janice started cumming noisily as he relentlessly took her. She started to pitch forward but Jake pulled her back upright by her hips. She had completely forgotten about Melissa below her and had pulled her hand out of her long time lover to hold on to the back of the couch.

Janice was panting and gasping like an Olympic sprinter, but Jake was still pumping her. Her internal muscles involuntarily unclenched and all the juices she had been holding inside poured out of her and down her legs.

"Wanna see how much my man loves me?" Melissa asked.

The dazed and dizzy doctor gave a barely perceptible nod. Melissa turned her head towards Jake and looked into his eyes.

"Cum for me, Hubby," Melissa said in the sexy voice she reserved just for him. "Fill her up and make her one of us."

That was all Jake needed as he was about to explode anyway. He shot his hips forward hard enough to make Janice grunt and unleashed one of the strongest torrents he had ever delivered. She could feel it blast against her cervix and the force made her eyes roll back in her head. When he was finished, he pulled out of her, at the same time loosening another flood to streak her thighs. He moved back to the chair and fell into it. Janice turned and looked at him in awe.

"Finish what you started; after you clean this off," he told her.

Janice did and then delivered on all the things she had told Melissa she had coming. What really deviated from her plan was the treatment the young husband administered to her. He even used her own lube to take her ass as she lay between Melissa's thighs begging for it. When they left at midnight, she was totally sated for the first time she could remember. She shivered in anticipation whenever she recalled Jake telling her that he would be present at Melissa's next appointment. He had made it abundantly clear what that would involve when he told her to leave her panties at home that day.

Off those mounds and back on another, Jake was awesome during spring training; his off-season work had given him a jump on the other players and he was dominating on the mound as they worked themselves into shape to try to catch up. When the Grapefruit Preseason League started play, Jake made three appearances before giving up a run. Ron Guidry was also impressive. Steinbrenner sold Gus Timmons, the number five starter, and moved Guidry into his place. Jake took Guidry's spot in the bull pen as a long reliever and went north with the big team for opening day. Jake had made it to the bigs; now he had to make it stick by working his way into the starting pitcher rotation.

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Chapter 27