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Love Child
Chapter Seven
With the moon riding high, Mark finally hit on a plan. "I know a
lady," he said. "A really cool lady. She's young, too, like us, and has a
cool husband. I washed her horses once or twice, as a favor from
mistress to her. But she was really nice to me, and she told me she
doesn't like mistress at all, just pretends she does to keep up
appearances and avoid a squabble.
"I--well, Hell! I was washing the horses in my regulation
Speedos, and this lady, Gretchen, she came out of her house and struck
up a conversation with me. She was topless, just wearing little bikini
panties, and it was a hot day. She invited me to go swimming with her
in her pool, since we were both dressed for it. I told her I only wore
the Speedos because mistress made me, not because I was planning to
go swimming or anything. And she said, 'Mistress won't be back 'til
four. You can swim without them for all I care. And the horse certainly
won't mind if you don't wear them!' That made me laugh. So I stripped
the damn things off and threw them in the mud.
"'Well, now the horse is naked, and you're naked, and I'm the only
one who's being modest," Gretchen laughed. I told her not to take off
her panties, though, because I didn't want to get in trouble with her
husband.
"It's bad enough you're standing out here topless," I said. "And
you'd better damn well tell me if your husband comes home, because I'm
going to get those Speedos on right quick if he does." She laughed and
kissed me then, just like that, pressing her breasts against me, which
were the loveliest I'd ever seen. Then she took of her panties and
helped me wash down her horse. It was wonderful. It was the freest
I've ever felt. We scrubbed the horse, and she fell on her butt once or
twice in the slick mud. We dumped water on each other and I was sure
we were going to make love when suddenly mistress came back, an hour
early. I had to stuff myself back into my Speedos and Gretchen ran into
the house and threw some clothes on. She didn't want to cross
mistress, you know. They bought their house from her and were still
paying her for it. It's this great chateau, not real big, but not too small
either, a perfect 'love nest,' if you know what I mean, for a young
couple just starting out in life. It's not too far...we could make it and
maybe spend the night there!"
Melissa and I agreed that a "love nest" sounded like an agreeable
location. The rubbing of our pussies on the velvet cloth was tormenting
us. At first I'd been so worried about escaping I hardly noticed its
effect but now, our pace having slowed, I found myself shivering with
need. I felt an orgasm coming on fast and told Mark to stop, that I had
to go to the bathroom.
Mark waited, holding the horse, while Melissa and I crouched in
the grass and peed. He looked so wonderful, standing there, a few yards
away, his form large and dark against the shadowy trees.
"Do you need to too?" I asked Melissa furtively.
"I already did," she replied. "I bit my lip so you wouldn't hear. But
Mark saw me trembling, stroked my back, and that made me cum all the
harder."
"You mean you were sitting up there rubbing yourself off on the
horse?!" I asked. Melissa looked downcast, said nothing.
"Well, don't feel bad, I almost came, several times, in fact. Mark
is lucky. He can ride the thing without coming in direct contact with it.
He has balls."
"I noticed," Melissa said impishly. "They're so huge, I worry about
them popping open." She giggled. Then, more solemnly, almost
curiously, "Do you think they'll be empty by morning?"
"Where, up your tiny butthole? I saw you trying to get him up you.
What makes you think you can even take him in your pussy?"
"I can try," she said whiningly.
"You couldn't even get him in your mouth," I chided.
"Well, you have a big butt hole and you will shove him right up
before I ever get a chance!" Melissa said reproachfully. She stood up
and hastened back to the horse. I followed, quietly, not sure what to
make of her temper-tantrum. We were all at about our wit's
end...spanked, hot, chilly, fleeing from the half-known into the unknown.
Mark mounted us back on the horse, his hand firm on our heinies,
then mounted himself and jibed the horse into action.
Daffodils glowed in the moonlight as we pulled up in front of
Gretchen's chalet. Mark dropped down from the horse, saying, "Let me
go knock first." Looking about, he ran up to the door, cock waggling,
looking like some streaker from the 70's. To our horror it was
Gretchen's husband who answered the door!
"Uh, good evening young man," he said, slightly startled and quite
definitely amused. We could hear his voice easily, booming out across
the front lawn. "You have some fine equipment there, son, but I don't
know if the local constable would approve of you displaying it so, ah,
prominently."
"Mark!" a cheery voice called out suddenly, and a young woman's
figure appeared in the doorway. The glow of a fire, somewhere inside
the chalet, made her appear as a darkened figure against the brighter
light of the home's interior. I thought I saw her breasts bobbing,
freely, it seemed. "You're bound to get a girl pregnant walking around
like that. Come in! We're having some friends over for a birthing class.
I definitely think you should join us."
"He does seem suitably poised to impregnate someone, doesn't
he?" Gretchen's husband asked rhetorically. Mark was as stiff as a log
and riding around with two bouncing, naked girls hadn't helped any.
"Uh, can my friends come in?" Mark asked. He turned, gazed out
across the yard, beckoned us. We slid down from the horse and traipsed
across the grass, picking our way in our ridiculously high heels. Our
breasts had long since popped from our bras as we rode, twin peaks of
cream still gleaming on our nipples. My panties had ripped in back.
Melissa coyly put her hands over her pussy as we came up to the door.
Gretchen and her husband, Bob, gave us a warm, understanding
welcome. I saw to my surprise that Gretchen was topless, her breasts
floating easily on her chest, above her narrow ribs. Mark was right.
They were truly a lovely pair; full and round, but coming to luscious
points at the tips, with just a touch of gourdliness to them, which
seemed to make them all the more bewitching. She had big round
dollar-coin sized nipples, from which her nipples sprouted freely. She
wore a brown plaid neckerchief. Her hair, braided into country-girl
pigtails, was tied at the ends with pieces of hemp rope. The hair
around her face, though, was loose, unbraided, and the last two inches
of each pigtail was unbraided, giving her a casual air. She was barefoot
but wore soft, tight-fitting jeans, and looking at them I suspected she
had no panties on underneath.
The interior of the chalet consisted of a hardwood floor, with
Indian-patterned throw rugs cast upon it. The furniture was antique, or
even hand-made, but nicely rubbed and polished. As Mark explained our
predicament gave us wet towels and had us wipe ourselves down.
Melissa and I slipped out of our silly bikinis and wiped off the whipped
cream. We threw off our heels and wiped the dew off our feet.
"Come in and meet our other guests," Gretchen urged. Fresh and
feeling sprightly, we followed her into an adjacent room. There was no
furniture in it, just mats covered with crisp white sheets. Two men
and two women sat cross-legged, the men in shirts but no pants, one
woman in frayed cut-offs, the other wearing just her panties. If they'd
arrived in clothes they must have hung them up outside, for in the small
room itself there was only a book and a tube of KY jelly. Several slow-
burning candles cast the room in romantic shadows. Mirrors on the
walls made sure all aspects of everyone's nudity could be seen by
everyone present.
"You're in luck!" Gretchen said happily to Mark, giving his dick and
balls a teasing glance. "We're just getting started. Jamie here wanted
to have a baby, and pretty soon all three of us wanted to." We sat down
with the two couples, nodding politely at them, Melissa, Mark and I
totally nude. "So tonight we've all three decided to try to get pregnant,
but first we're going to study what its like to have a baby...you know,
how to actually give birth to one, and what it's like to take care of it!"
She then told the other couples our names, and gave us their first
names. "Now of course we'll be covering breast feeding, so of course
the women must be topless. And the poor men could hardly be expected
to sit in their tight pants watching three beautiful pairs of breasts
bobbing around, so we let them take them off. Of course, they'll need to
have them off later in any case." She smiled, gave a flip of her pigtails.
"But this first part is serious. If this baby stuff is too much, we're
going to postpone getting pregnant. So let's listen up and I'll do my
best to lead us through a basic understanding of pregnancy and birth. I
had some nursing courses in college so I think I can explain it alright,
although I sometimes used nursing class to sleep off my love of
dancing!"
She read about breathing first, how to practise your breathing for
labor, and we sat there in the candlelight, each of us a hand on our
chest, breathing in and out. Then she went on to labor, and delivery, and
then breast feeding. The men's eyes seemed to light up when she went
into that part:
"During pregnancy your breasts are preparing to produce milk,"
she explained. "Hormones promote the growth of special breast tissue
designed to produce milk. Your breasts will slowly increase in size,
and the nipples will become more prominent.
"About two days after delivery, tour milk comes in. Initially your
breasts may feel uncomfortable. They will be much larger than usual,
and tender. The best cure for this discomfort is a hungry baby.
"If you are uncomfortable for the first few days of nursing, try
putting ice packs on your breasts. Nursing your infant will help ease
the discomfort of engorged breasts. A bra that offers good support
helps too. Remember, your breasts will feel full, but the discomfort
should go away once you are nursing regularly.
"Many women find it difficult to relax during nursing. The milk is
in the breast but it does not come out easily when the baby sucks. A
quieter and more relaxing environment may be all that is necessary.
"During the postpartum period you may have problems with your
breasts, as mentioned earlier. Engorgement is often a painful
condition. Your breasts will probably become swollen, and sore. If the
engorgement is severe, you may have to use a breast pump or express
your milk manually for a few days. Begin nursing as soon as possible to
alleviate this condition. Ice packs may alleviate some of the swelling.
"Some women get cracked nipples from breast feeding. This is
easy to cure. When baby is not feeding keep your nipples dry. Some
doctors recommend drying your nipples with a hair dryer after feeding
baby. Exposure to air also is helpful." Gretchen smiled, looked up. "So
you see, girls, going topless around the house is a perfect way to keep
your nipples healthy after childbirth. And I'm sure your husbands won't
mind a bit." She looked back at her book.
"A soothing cream such as lanolin can also help your nipples.
"Now...what you eat influences the amount and quality of the milk
you produce. You need to consume extra calories. This will help
guarantee good milk production."
I glanced around at the men. They were painfully alert, in
mind...and body. I thought their penises seemed about to begin a little
milk production of their own. Bob, whose shirt had covered his
nakedness when I first met him at the door, turned out to have a very
fine member. Gretchen had chosen her mate well. The other men were
well endowed too, and I couldn't help running my tongue over my lips as
I regarded them. Bob noticed, smiled. I blushed.
"Let's practise expressing our milk, girls," Gretchen said. "Rest
your hand above your nipple, press down gently. Baby will be
underneath." She put her hand to her breast and pretended to express
milk from it. We followed her example. The room seemed very quiet
then. I let my hand, which was resting on my thigh, slip between them.
Absently, looking at Bob, I flicked my cunny with my thumb. It was as
if I was pointing to it, inviting him in. He stared at me, enchanted.
Each girl seemed to fix on a man. Gretchen met eyes with Mark. There
was an electricity in the air.
Gently I palpitated my right breast, imagining I was feeding a
baby, my baby, my big strong baby. I licked my lips again. I heard
Melissa sigh.
"Now let's have a volunteer, men," Gretchen said. "One for each
girl. We know you're all big babies anyway, so this should be easy for
you." She didn't have to ask the men twice. The breast which I had
offered to Bob in play he now accepted in reality. He suckled avidly,
and I pretended to give him my milk. He soon had me gasping. Gretchen
practised breastfeeding with Mark. Melissa was the odd girl out, for
the other two couples practised on each other. So, casting about, she
selected one of Gretchen's teats, first sucking, then feeding Gretchen
herself, while Mark all the while nursed from them both. "My, you must
be quite a hungry baby, to need four breasts," Gretchen teased him.
Other than that little else was said. It was, as the book had advised, a
quiet and relaxing environment, lit by candlelight.
Before things could go completely astray Gretchen called the
group to order, brushing her hair from her face and composing herself
with some difficulty. The others in the group broke apart reluctantly,
but there was no hurry, really, and everyone knew that. The night was
to be savored, especially since it might well be the last these women
ever had as young wives, young maidens, free of the cares of
motherhood. Motherhood. It sounded strange, yet special to me. Did I
want a baby of my very own? I wondered. I hadn't been keeping up too
well with my Pill lately. One of these men tonight might prove father
to my child, if I let him. Could I refuse?
"About that pussy," Gretchen began with a giggle, summarizing
the next part of her lecture. "Your vagina is apt to be sore. Time for
healing is needed. Gently clean the area daily. Hot baths may help ease
the discomfort.
"To help the vaginal muscles, do the Kegel exercise. You simply
tighten your vaginal muscles as you would if you needed to stop
urinating in midstream. Hold it for a few seconds, release, and repeat
several times." She looked up at her husband. "Robert, would you fetch
the chamber pot please?" He got up, cock swinging stiffly, and stepped
to the door. A moment later he returned with a big brass chamber pot,
enough for all us girls to pee in. He set it down and Melissa, actually
needing to go, went first. Gretchen helped her learn the exercise. Then
I went, then Gretchen, but because of Melissa's "contribution," the pot
was pretty full, so Robert took a break and emptied it for us. When he
returned the last two girls went. "Men can try this too," Gretchen said
coquettishly. "It helps with orgasmic control." So the men, quite
interested in that, practised stopping and starting the flow of their
urine, until they were all empty. Robert removed the pot then, and we
all sat back down. There was tension in the air.
"Now," Gretchen said, her voice quavering just a bit. "We've
decided that it's all for one and one for all...all or nothing. So we must
take a vote. Shall we get pregnant, or not?" Melissa was the first to
raise her hand.
"Not you, silly!" I said, batting it down.
"Well I want to get fucked at least," Melissa whined. "I mean, if
everyone else is going to."
"There's not even someone here for you," I said.
"Well, you're going to abstain, aren't you, Miss Purity?" she
taunted me.
"Now girls, from the looks of the men's testicles, I'm sure there's
enough to go around for everyone," Gretchen said. "We told them that
we each expected a tribute from them, and they'd best be full for the
occasion. As you can see, a week of enforced abstinence was most
helpful.
"Shit, I haven't come in a week myself. I know I've got plenty,"
Mark said.
"Yes, you OBVIOUSLY do," Gretchen said. "Either that or God traded
yours with a horse's when you were born." Melissa and I couldn't help
tittering at that. He did have big ones, and an equally proportioned
cock.
"How old are you?" Robert asked Mark.
"Seventeen, sir."
"Well, you did quite well by the Lord for such a young lad," Bob
replied. "John Bobbitt should call you for a donation sometime." We all
laughed. Everything was growing more carefree by the moment.
MANÕS DEEPEST PROBLEMS
Handily Solved by holy joe
I was sitting at home last night, wondering about my sexual identity.
And suddenly I realized that I am a man...who is a lesbian! I saw, on CNN,
those high school girls in Utah who are lesbians. And I was thinking,
ÒSurely those girls need an academic advisor. They must be told about the
evils of men.Ó Who better than a man who is a lesbian to tell them?
And I was thinking further. (This is usually a dangerous thing for
me.) Why is it that there are only high school gay and lesbian clubs?
Certainly there must be girls in junior high who are lesbians. And girls in
elementary school too. They must have guidance also. (I see that there
could be a lot of work cut out for me in Utah.)
Surely, if you are a man, there could be nothing better than marrying
a lesbian. Most guys worry that when theyÕre not home their wife might
be cheating on them. Well, if sheÕs a lesbian, who cares? SheÕs cheating
with another woman! As far as IÕm concerned, her lover can move right in
with us! Give her the guest bedroom. Better yet, she can sleep WITH us,
right in the same bed. ÒShare and share alike,Ó thatÕs my motto. And have
you ever heard of the wife who has multiple lovers? Most guys would be
absolutely shattered to learn that their wife was cheating on them with
several lovers. But if theyÕre lesbian lovers, they can ALL move in!
ÒBedtime, honey,Ó could mean a mind-blasting orgy with a dozen women!
Which brings up another deep-seated male anxiety: premature
ejaculation. (Sorry, Senator Exon, I realize you donÕt have this problem.
The last time you shot off was in 1955.) Anyway, I see marrying a lesbian
as a kind of insurance plan. If I cum early, she can just turn to her
(lesbian) lover for satisfaction. And with two women in bed, IÕm more
likely to stay hard. So I win, and my wife does too. Also, letÕs say my
wife Òsleeps around.Ó Every week a different lover. As long as itÕs a
lesbian lover, thereÕs no problem. Imagine having a new woman in your bed
every week. ÒHi honey,Ó my wife would say, greeting me after a hard day
at the office. ÒMeet my new lover, Lisa. Lisa, this is my husband...Ó
In time, having to serve many women, I would cease to ejaculate
prematurely. My dick and balls would probably grow to massive
proportions. Fighting for the covers in bed with all those (lesbian) lovers
would build up my arms and legs. And IÕd lower my Internet bill.
So if youÕre a lesbian, and your school refuses to give you someplace
to meet, donÕt despair! Holy Joe will find you someplace nice and
comfortable. IÕll even serve you breakfast in bed!
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