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Cock Hungry
Chapter 1
It had been a tough three months since my wife of 19
years left me for a man she met at work. We had been
high school sweethearts and married right out of
college, but after two kids and separate careers we
had grown apart. I didn't really notice. I was too
busy with work and figured she was just less
interested in sex now that she was 40. It turned out
she had been fucking this guy for the last year and a
half. When she left me I was devastated. It felt
like the whole foundation of my life had crumbled.
When I found out I had to go to San Diego for a few
days on business I contacted a long time friend I had
known since she was a teenager. Deb Meyers lived in
San Diego with her husband Fred and daughter Amy. We
had kept in touch over the years. Deb wrote me a
touching letter when she learned Kathy and I had
split. I decided to take some time off and pour out
my woes to her. Her husband, Fred, was out of country
that week, but Deb invited me to come anyway (with
Fred's blessing) and to stay at their house.
I hadn't seen Deb in over three years, but when I
showed up on Sunday she was still the perky, vivacious
red head I had always known. She looked like a
million dollars when she greeted me with that big
smile, sparkling green eyes, tight jeans that hugged
her dancer's legs and shapely ass, and a yellow T
shirt that hid a pair of small but pleasantly shaped
tits. Deb was an aerobics teacher and looked as fit
as ever. She kissed me on the cheek and took the
bottle of wine I had brought with me.
I wasn't prepared for her teenage daughter, Amy. She
was the perfect image of the Deb I knew when she was
in high school, and for a second I was transported
back in time. I had never dated Deb because she was
four years younger than me, but I did tease her
incessantly when I would visit with her older brother
who was my college roommate.
After eating, Deb and I sat on the patio drinking wine
and talking. When Amy went to bed we moved onto the
couch, now on our second bottle, and definitely
feeling high. I began to unload my sorrow and pain on
Deb who listened with a sympathetic ear. At one point
I got choked up. Deb put her hand on my cheek to
comfort me. I reached out to her and she gave me a
hug while I sobbed like a big baby on her shoulder.
She pushed my head up and started wiping the tears
from my face. Our eyes locked. I saw a look of
compassion in Deb's beautiful green eyes, but there
was something else there as well. She was drawing me
in with a pleading look of need. I knew better, but I
moved my lips to hers. She responded by kissing me
back. Her eyes closed and she parted her lips. Our
kiss became more passionate as our tongues met and
explored each other's mouth. Deb's throat started to
purr. She pulled me tighter to her.
I finally pushed away and looked back into her eyes,
still holding her tightly.
"I don't think we should be doing this," I said
questionably.
"I know," Deb whispered, "but it has been kind of
lonely the last year or so. Fred has never been a
passionate man, but it's even worse lately. And he
travels so much."
Deb started to cry. Now it was my turn to console
her, which ended in another passionate kiss. This
time the kiss was more desperate. Deb started clawing
at the back of my neck and rubbing her hand along my
side. My hand found her breast, which I caressed
softly. We slid down on the couch until we were lying
sidebyside with me slightly on top. My right leg
was draped over hers. I could feel my engorged
manhood pressing against her lower belly.
My hand slid under her Tshirt and into her bra until
I was able to rub my finger over her nipple. Deb
started kissing my neck and ear. She moved her right
hand down my back until it came to rest on the upper
part of my ass cheek. I slowly started grinding my
cock against her. She shifted a little further under
me, and then pushed her hand further down my ass,
squeezing my cheek and pulling me tighter against her.
I pushed her bra up over her tits so my hands could
have free access to her fleshy mounds and hard
nipples. She started moaning and purring, signifying
her pleasure at what I was doing. She slid her hand
from my ass to my hip and tried to wedge it between
us. I lifted up just enough to allow her to slide her
hand over the hardness of my cock. My head started
spinning as I felt her fingers pressing into it
through my jeans.
I mashed my lips back over hers and shoved my tongue
deep into her mouth. I moved my hand from her tits
down across her stomach and under the waist of her
jeans. They were so tight that my fingertips were
barely able to reach her panties. I pulled my hand
back out so I could unsnap her jeans. Deb pulled away
from my kiss when I pulled down her zipper.
"Oh God, Jim, we shouldn't be doing this."
"No, we shouldn't," I said slipping my fingers under
the elastic of her panties and over her soft down.
"Okay," she said gazing at my eyes as my fingers found
the moist folds of her womanhood, "but you can't fuck
me."
She closed her eyes as I sunk two fingers into her
overheated cunt. She started humping them and
whispering "yes" over and over. My fingers were
plunging in and out of her juicy pussy and pressing
against her clit on each stroke. I lowered my head to
suck one of her tits deep into my mouth. Deb's moans
turned to gasps. Her head was moving from side to
side. She put her hand on the back of my head and
grabbed a clump of hair. Her body stiffened. She
lifted her ass up in the air and let out a small
shriek. Juices gushed over my fingers as her pussy
convulsed in orgasm. This went on for thirty or forty
seconds before she finally relaxed.
I moved back up and started nibbling her neck while
she caught her breath. Pretty soon we were kissing
again. She slid her hand back over my cock. I began
to hump it. She responded by massaging it with her
fingers. She tried to shove her hand down the front
of my jeans, but I had to help her with the belt and
zipper before she was able to reach in. Finally, she
wrapped her fingers around the bare flesh of my
throbbing member.
In no time we were back in the throes of passion with
me fondling her tits while she stroked my cock. I
moved my hand underneath her and shoved it down the
back of her jeans so I could feel her ass. She lifted
up and I was able to push her jeans and panties down
over her ass. Deb turned on her side to give me
better access. After kneading her cheeks and rubbing
my fingers up and down her crack, I moved my hand
underneath her and sunk my fingers back into her juicy
pussy. I moved my head lower and sucked on her tits
some more. She was getting really worked up again.
In this position I was able to work her jeans and
panties down far enough to free a leg.
I kissed my way down her stomach, and then dropped to
the floor on my knees. Deb had to let go of my cock,
but I didn't care. I was determined to taste some of
her luscious panty pudding. I rolled her onto her
back, pushed her legs back and gazed at one of the
most magnificent sights I had ever seen. Staring back
at me were two pink glistening petals open wide in a
nest of soft red curls which covered a slightly
protruding mound. A tiny little clit was poking out
at the top. Underneath was a small puckered pink nub.
I moved in and clamped my mouth over her precious
little mound. My tongue probed her searing hole and
flicked across her tiny clit. Deb put her hands on
the back of my head and slowly gyrated against my
mouth and tongue.
"Oh God, lick me, baby. yeah. suck my pussy. oh
Jesus."
My mouth and tongue were working aggressively slurping
and sucking on her sweet nectar. I started shoving
two fingers in and out of her cunt while I nibbled on
her clit. With my free hand I reached up and kneaded
her tits. Deb's gasps were getting more desperate. I
could tell she was on the verge of a big cum. I
inserted a third finger and clamped my lips over her
clit, sucking it in my mouth. She exploded, bucking
forcefully against my face and squealing loudly.
Juices poured from her, which I eagerly lapped up.
She held my face tightly against her cunt until she
finally was able to relax about a minute later.
As she was catching her breath I climbed back up on
top of her. Her legs were on either side of me. My
cock was poking out of the top of my briefs, so it was
an easy matter to position the head against the lips
of her womanly treasures. I bent down to kiss her and
started rotating my hips until my cock was lodged in
her opening. Just as I began to enter her, she pushed
me away violently.
"No. No. We can't. Not that. please."
"I am really sorry, Deb. Please forgive me. I just
got carried away. I'm sorry."
I rolled off her and sat up shaking my head.
"You're just a guy with needs. I'm the one that's
sorry because I really want it. It just wouldn't be
right."
I noticed her staring at my eightinch hardon poking
up from my briefs as she pulled on her jeans. I was
about to grab my pants when Deb sat up next to me and
wrapped her hand around my cock.
"Well, maybe I can help a little. It wouldn't be fair
to leave you like this."
I thought I was going to get a hand job, but Deb
leaned over me and I felt her warm, wet lips slide
down the sides of my cock. She used her tongue on my
sensitive head as she bobbed up and down on me. Every
now and then she would pull away and jerk me off with
her hand before putting me back in her mouth.
I knew I wasn't going to last much longer,
particularly when she started taking me deeper in her
mouth and massaging the head with her throat. I
grabbed the back of her head and started fucking her
face. She had one hand around the base of my cock
moving it up and down in rhythm with her bobbing head.
Saliva was drooling all over me.
I finally felt the surge begin in my balls. Every
ounce of energy seemed to rush to my groin. My cock
swelled and my head started spinning. I let out a
loud primal grunt and felt my balls shrink, unleashing
a powerful jet of cum into Deb's mouth. The first
blast went on and on, spraying from me like a hose. A
second and third powerful gush followed. Most of it
was washing up into Deb's mouth and drooling back out
over my cock and her hand. I felt some of it
trickling down my balls and soaking my briefs.
I don't believe I had ever cum so much in my life.
Deb never took my cock from her mouth. She kept on
sucking me long after I was drained and started to
wilt. She finally sat up and smiled at me with cum
all over her lips and chin. She wiped it away with
her fingers, and then looked down at the goo all over
her hand.
"I think you've been saving that for quite some time.
I guess I was the lucky girl. Let me get something to
clean up this mess."
She got some wet towels and we cleaned the best we
could. We talked about how this would have to be a
onetime thing, and tomorrow things would go back to
the way they were. As we got up, she asked me to give
her one last hug before she went to bed. Well, the
hug turned into another kissing and groping session.
I had her pressed against the wall and was dry humping
her while rubbing her tits and shoving my tongue down
her throat. She was grinding her pussy against my
cock, which had grown rock hard again. Finally, Deb
pulled away and ran off to her bedroom.
After showering, I climbed into bed in the buff, but
was having a hard time sleeping as I played the events
of the night over and over in my head. About 45
minutes later the door opened and Deb entered my room
wearing a short nightie with a pair of cotton panties.
"I know I shouldn't be here," Deb whispered as she sat
on the side of the bed, "but it's not tomorrow yet and
I thought maybe you could hold me for a little while.
Would that be okay?"
Without waiting for an answer, Deb climbed under the
sheets and slid her back up against me, pulling my
hand around her waist and resting it on her stomach.
I pulled her tightly against me until I could feel the
soft cheeks of her ass pressing against me. I put my
face up into her neck and began very lightly kissing
it. I detected a faint purr, so I started rubbing her
stomach. She wiggled her ass back against me and
purred more loudly. I could feel a hardon rapidly
growing along the crack of her ass, and I'm sure she
could feel it too.
I moved my lips from her neck to her ear, using my
tongue to probe it ever so gently. She let out an
"aaaaahhhh" sound. My hand moved up her stomach until
my finger brushed against the flesh of her breast.
She made no attempt to stop me as I cupped and fondled
it. By now my cock was fully erect. I shifted
slightly until I could feel it press into the crack of
her ass. She pressed back so I started very slowly
rubbing it against her.
Deb turned her head and our lips met. She took my
hand, which had been rubbing her breast and moved it
down between her legs, pressing my fingers into the
moist crotch of her panties. I rubbed her this way
for a while, and then slipped my fingers under the
elastic until they met the searing folds of her
beautiful pussy. Deb let out a gasp as my fingers
found their way inside her. She lifted her leg to
give me better access.
My cock worked itself down her ass until it was
pressing into Deb's cotton panties only inches from
where my fingers were buried. I shifted down until
the tip of my cock was poking between her legs and
against my fingers. I reached out and guided the tip
of my manhood to the moist folds of her cunt. I
started moving the head up and down her slit. She was
moaning and slowly gyrating her ass. Just to make
sure it was okay to go further, I took her hand and
put it on my cock. She continued rubbing it up and
down her slit. I pressed forward until I could feel
the head begin to move inside her. Deb turned her
head towards me.
"You're going to fuck me, aren't you?"
"Only if you want."
"Don't make it my decision."
With that she removed her hand. I lifted her leg in
the air and moved further under her. My cock was
still positioned just at her opening. I pressed
forward slowly and felt myself begin to sink into her
hot, moist love tunnel. Once the head was in I
stopped to give her a chance to pull away. She
didn't. I slowly pushed myself deeper inside her warm
pussy. When I was all the way embedded, I stayed
there for several seconds. I felt her cunt walls
twitch against me, gripping me tightly. I backed all
the way out and slid in deeply a second time. After
several more strokes Deb turned her head to me again.
"Get on top. I want to look at your face while you're
in me. I want to see your eyes as you fill my pussy
and wrap my legs around you and pull you into me."
I pulled out. She quickly shed her panties and
nightie. I quickly climbed between her legs. She
grabbed my cock and guided it to her pink opening.
"Look at me," she demanded.
Our eyes locked. She put me inside her and I slowly
sunk my shaft deep into her belly. Her eyes were
desperate.
"Fuck me, Jim. Fuck me like I've never been fucked
before."
I started slamming in and out of her like a piston.
She wrapped her arms and legs around me. Our lips
mashed together and we practically ate each other's
face as we fucked with abandon. Deb started to
orgasm. She dug her fingernails into my back and bit
her lip to keep from screaming. Juices leaking from
her cunt caused my balls to slap against her ass in
wet smacking sounds.
We rolled over and Deb got on top. I grabbed her ass
cheeks to help her slam repeatedly up and down on my
cock. She had another orgasm that went on and on. I
was about to cum when she climbed off, spun around and
thrust her pussy in my face while swallowing my cock.
We ate each other's sex until Deb came again. She
crawled forward and stuffed my cock back up her pussy,
then sat up and started riding me. As I was about to
blast a huge load up her cunt, she leaned back until
she was lying on me. I reached down and rubbed her
clit with one hand and pinched her nipple with the
other while continuing to pound my cock in her from
below.
"Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard. Oh God. I love your
big cock. slam my cunt. aaahhhhhhh.. Fill me with
cum.oooohhhhh. squirt it in me, baby. uuunnnggghhh."
That did it. Just as Deb's whole body started shaking
my cock swelled and began blasting a huge load up her
cunt. I kept pumping and she kept cumming. I don't
know how long it went on, but I could feel the mixed
juices of our passion trickling down my balls as I was
catching my breath. I stayed in her for a long time.
Her cunt would occasionally spasm against my cock as I
began to soften. She finally turned over so she was
facing me. We kissed softly as we enjoyed the
afterglow. I could feel my stuff leaking from her
making a slimy mess on the sheets.
"Oh, God, what am I going to do now. I'm afraid I'm
addicted," she said grabbing my slimy cock and
flicking her thumb over the head until it stirred back
to life.
"Does that mean you're up for another round."
"Only if you are," she said sliding down my body and
swallowing my half limp member into her mouth.
We fucked twice more that night, the last one being a
marathon session that went on for 45 minutes. We were
both sweating profusely. She just couldn't get
enough. I can't even begin to count the number of
orgasms Deb had. Sometimes I think it was just one
long continuous orgasm for her. She left for her room
at 3am. I was completely drained.
Continued...
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Cock Hungry
Chapter 1
It had been a tough three months since my wife of 19
years left me for a man she met at work. We had been
high school sweethearts and married right out of
college, but after two kids and separate careers we
had grown apart. I didn't really notice. I was too
busy with work and figured she was just less
interested in sex now that she was 40. It turned out
she had been fucking this guy for the last year and a
half. When she left me I was devastated. It felt
like the whole foundation of my life had crumbled.
When I found out I had to go to San Diego for a few
days on business I contacted a long time friend I had
known since she was a teenager. Deb Meyers lived in
San Diego with her husband Fred and daughter Amy. We
had kept in touch over the years. Deb wrote me a
touching letter when she learned Kathy and I had
split. I decided to take some time off and pour out
my woes to her. Her husband, Fred, was out of country
that week, but Deb invited me to come anyway (with
Fred's blessing) and to stay at their house.
I hadn't seen Deb in over three years, but when I
showed up on Sunday she was still the perky, vivacious
red head I had always known. She looked like a
million dollars when she greeted me with that big
smile, sparkling green eyes, tight jeans that hugged
her dancer's legs and shapely ass, and a yellow T
shirt that hid a pair of small but pleasantly shaped
tits. Deb was an aerobics teacher and looked as fit
as ever. She kissed me on the cheek and took the
bottle of wine I had brought with me.
I wasn't prepared for her teenage daughter, Amy. She
was the perfect image of the Deb I knew when she was
in high school, and for a second I was transported
back in time. I had never dated Deb because she was
four years younger than me, but I did tease her
incessantly when I would visit with her older brother
who was my college roommate.
After eating, Deb and I sat on the patio drinking wine
and talking. When Amy went to bed we moved onto the
couch, now on our second bottle, and definitely
feeling high. I began to unload my sorrow and pain on
Deb who listened with a sympathetic ear. At one point
I got choked up. Deb put her hand on my cheek to
comfort me. I reached out to her and she gave me a
hug while I sobbed like a big baby on her shoulder.
She pushed my head up and started wiping the tears
from my face. Our eyes locked. I saw a look of
compassion in Deb's beautiful green eyes, but there
was something else there as well. She was drawing me
in with a pleading look of need. I knew better, but I
moved my lips to hers. She responded by kissing me
back. Her eyes closed and she parted her lips. Our
kiss became more passionate as our tongues met and
explored each other's mouth. Deb's throat started to
purr. She pulled me tighter to her.
I finally pushed away and looked back into her eyes,
still holding her tightly.
"I don't think we should be doing this," I said
questionably.
"I know," Deb whispered, "but it has been kind of
lonely the last year or so. Fred has never been a
passionate man, but it's even worse lately. And he
travels so much."
Deb started to cry. Now it was my turn to console
her, which ended in another passionate kiss. This
time the kiss was more desperate. Deb started clawing
at the back of my neck and rubbing her hand along my
side. My hand found her breast, which I caressed
softly. We slid down on the couch until we were lying
sidebyside with me slightly on top. My right leg
was draped over hers. I could feel my engorged
manhood pressing against her lower belly.
My hand slid under her Tshirt and into her bra until
I was able to rub my finger over her nipple. Deb
started kissing my neck and ear. She moved her right
hand down my back until it came to rest on the upper
part of my ass cheek. I slowly started grinding my
cock against her. She shifted a little further under
me, and then pushed her hand further down my ass,
squeezing my cheek and pulling me tighter against her.
I pushed her bra up over her tits so my hands could
have free access to her fleshy mounds and hard
nipples. She started moaning and purring, signifying
her pleasure at what I was doing. She slid her hand
from my ass to my hip and tried to wedge it between
us. I lifted up just enough to allow her to slide her
hand over the hardness of my cock. My head started
spinning as I felt her fingers pressing into it
through my jeans.
I mashed my lips back over hers and shoved my tongue
deep into her mouth. I moved my hand from her tits
down across her stomach and under the waist of her
jeans. They were so tight that my fingertips were
barely able to reach her panties. I pulled my hand
back out so I could unsnap her jeans. Deb pulled away
from my kiss when I pulled down her zipper.
"Oh God, Jim, we shouldn't be doing this."
"No, we shouldn't," I said slipping my fingers under
the elastic of her panties and over her soft down.
"Okay," she said gazing at my eyes as my fingers found
the moist folds of her womanhood, "but you can't fuck
me."
She closed her eyes as I sunk two fingers into her
overheated cunt. She started humping them and
whispering "yes" over and over. My fingers were
plunging in and out of her juicy pussy and pressing
against her clit on each stroke. I lowered my head to
suck one of her tits deep into my mouth. Deb's moans
turned to gasps. Her head was moving from side to
side. She put her hand on the back of my head and
grabbed a clump of hair. Her body stiffened. She
lifted her ass up in the air and let out a small
shriek. Juices gushed over my fingers as her pussy
convulsed in orgasm. This went on for thirty or forty
seconds before she finally relaxed.
I moved back up and started nibbling her neck while
she caught her breath. Pretty soon we were kissing
again. She slid her hand back over my cock. I began
to hump it. She responded by massaging it with her
fingers. She tried to shove her hand down the front
of my jeans, but I had to help her with the belt and
zipper before she was able to reach in. Finally, she
wrapped her fingers around the bare flesh of my
throbbing member.
In no time we were back in the throes of passion with
me fondling her tits while she stroked my cock. I
moved my hand underneath her and shoved it down the
back of her jeans so I could feel her ass. She lifted
up and I was able to push her jeans and panties down
over her ass. Deb turned on her side to give me
better access. After kneading her cheeks and rubbing
my fingers up and down her crack, I moved my hand
underneath her and sunk my fingers back into her juicy
pussy. I moved my head lower and sucked on her tits
some more. She was getting really worked up again.
In this position I was able to work her jeans and
panties down far enough to free a leg.
I kissed my way down her stomach, and then dropped to
the floor on my knees. Deb had to let go of my cock,
but I didn't care. I was determined to taste some of
her luscious panty pudding. I rolled her onto her
back, pushed her legs back and gazed at one of the
most magnificent sights I had ever seen. Staring back
at me were two pink glistening petals open wide in a
nest of soft red curls which covered a slightly
protruding mound. A tiny little clit was poking out
at the top. Underneath was a small puckered pink nub.
I moved in and clamped my mouth over her precious
little mound. My tongue probed her searing hole and
flicked across her tiny clit. Deb put her hands on
the back of my head and slowly gyrated against my
mouth and tongue.
"Oh God, lick me, baby. yeah. suck my pussy. oh
Jesus."
My mouth and tongue were working aggressively slurping
and sucking on her sweet nectar. I started shoving
two fingers in and out of her cunt while I nibbled on
her clit. With my free hand I reached up and kneaded
her tits. Deb's gasps were getting more desperate. I
could tell she was on the verge of a big cum. I
inserted a third finger and clamped my lips over her
clit, sucking it in my mouth. She exploded, bucking
forcefully against my face and squealing loudly.
Juices poured from her, which I eagerly lapped up.
She held my face tightly against her cunt until she
finally was able to relax about a minute later.
As she was catching her breath I climbed back up on
top of her. Her legs were on either side of me. My
cock was poking out of the top of my briefs, so it was
an easy matter to position the head against the lips
of her womanly treasures. I bent down to kiss her and
started rotating my hips until my cock was lodged in
her opening. Just as I began to enter her, she pushed
me away violently.
"No. No. We can't. Not that. please."
"I am really sorry, Deb. Please forgive me. I just
got carried away. I'm sorry."
I rolled off her and sat up shaking my head.
"You're just a guy with needs. I'm the one that's
sorry because I really want it. It just wouldn't be
right."
I noticed her staring at my eightinch hardon poking
up from my briefs as she pulled on her jeans. I was
about to grab my pants when Deb sat up next to me and
wrapped her hand around my cock.
"Well, maybe I can help a little. It wouldn't be fair
to leave you like this."
I thought I was going to get a hand job, but Deb
leaned over me and I felt her warm, wet lips slide
down the sides of my cock. She used her tongue on my
sensitive head as she bobbed up and down on me. Every
now and then she would pull away and jerk me off with
her hand before putting me back in her mouth.
I knew I wasn't going to last much longer,
particularly when she started taking me deeper in her
mouth and massaging the head with her throat. I
grabbed the back of her head and started fucking her
face. She had one hand around the base of my cock
moving it up and down in rhythm with her bobbing head.
Saliva was drooling all over me.
I finally felt the surge begin in my balls. Every
ounce of energy seemed to rush to my groin. My cock
swelled and my head started spinning. I let out a
loud primal grunt and felt my balls shrink, unleashing
a powerful jet of cum into Deb's mouth. The first
blast went on and on, spraying from me like a hose. A
second and third powerful gush followed. Most of it
was washing up into Deb's mouth and drooling back out
over my cock and her hand. I felt some of it
trickling down my balls and soaking my briefs.
I don't believe I had ever cum so much in my life.
Deb never took my cock from her mouth. She kept on
sucking me long after I was drained and started to
wilt. She finally sat up and smiled at me with cum
all over her lips and chin. She wiped it away with
her fingers, and then looked down at the goo all over
her hand.
"I think you've been saving that for quite some time.
I guess I was the lucky girl. Let me get something to
clean up this mess."
She got some wet towels and we cleaned the best we
could. We talked about how this would have to be a
onetime thing, and tomorrow things would go back to
the way they were. As we got up, she asked me to give
her one last hug before she went to bed. Well, the
hug turned into another kissing and groping session.
I had her pressed against the wall and was dry humping
her while rubbing her tits and shoving my tongue down
her throat. She was grinding her pussy against my
cock, which had grown rock hard again. Finally, Deb
pulled away and ran off to her bedroom.
After showering, I climbed into bed in the buff, but
was having a hard time sleeping as I played the events
of the night over and over in my head. About 45
minutes later the door opened and Deb entered my room
wearing a short nightie with a pair of cotton panties.
"I know I shouldn't be here," Deb whispered as she sat
on the side of the bed, "but it's not tomorrow yet and
I thought maybe you could hold me for a little while.
Would that be okay?"
Without waiting for an answer, Deb climbed under the
sheets and slid her back up against me, pulling my
hand around her waist and resting it on her stomach.
I pulled her tightly against me until I could feel the
soft cheeks of her ass pressing against me. I put my
face up into her neck and began very lightly kissing
it. I detected a faint purr, so I started rubbing her
stomach. She wiggled her ass back against me and
purred more loudly. I could feel a hardon rapidly
growing along the crack of her ass, and I'm sure she
could feel it too.
I moved my lips from her neck to her ear, using my
tongue to probe it ever so gently. She let out an
"aaaaahhhh" sound. My hand moved up her stomach until
my finger brushed against the flesh of her breast.
She made no attempt to stop me as I cupped and fondled
it. By now my cock was fully erect. I shifted
slightly until I could feel it press into the crack of
her ass. She pressed back so I started very slowly
rubbing it against her.
Deb turned her head and our lips met. She took my
hand, which had been rubbing her breast and moved it
down between her legs, pressing my fingers into the
moist crotch of her panties. I rubbed her this way
for a while, and then slipped my fingers under the
elastic until they met the searing folds of her
beautiful pussy. Deb let out a gasp as my fingers
found their way inside her. She lifted her leg to
give me better access.
My cock worked itself down her ass until it was
pressing into Deb's cotton panties only inches from
where my fingers were buried. I shifted down until
the tip of my cock was poking between her legs and
against my fingers. I reached out and guided the tip
of my manhood to the moist folds of her cunt. I
started moving the head up and down her slit. She was
moaning and slowly gyrating her ass. Just to make
sure it was okay to go further, I took her hand and
put it on my cock. She continued rubbing it up and
down her slit. I pressed forward until I could feel
the head begin to move inside her. Deb turned her
head towards me.
"You're going to fuck me, aren't you?"
"Only if you want."
"Don't make it my decision."
With that she removed her hand. I lifted her leg in
the air and moved further under her. My cock was
still positioned just at her opening. I pressed
forward slowly and felt myself begin to sink into her
hot, moist love tunnel. Once the head was in I
stopped to give her a chance to pull away. She
didn't. I slowly pushed myself deeper inside her warm
pussy. When I was all the way embedded, I stayed
there for several seconds. I felt her cunt walls
twitch against me, gripping me tightly. I backed all
the way out and slid in deeply a second time. After
several more strokes Deb turned her head to me again.
"Get on top. I want to look at your face while you're
in me. I want to see your eyes as you fill my pussy
and wrap my legs around you and pull you into me."
I pulled out. She quickly shed her panties and
nightie. I quickly climbed between her legs. She
grabbed my cock and guided it to her pink opening.
"Look at me," she demanded.
Our eyes locked. She put me inside her and I slowly
sunk my shaft deep into her belly. Her eyes were
desperate.
"Fuck me, Jim. Fuck me like I've never been fucked
before."
I started slamming in and out of her like a piston.
She wrapped her arms and legs around me. Our lips
mashed together and we practically ate each other's
face as we fucked with abandon. Deb started to
orgasm. She dug her fingernails into my back and bit
her lip to keep from screaming. Juices leaking from
her cunt caused my balls to slap against her ass in
wet smacking sounds.
We rolled over and Deb got on top. I grabbed her ass
cheeks to help her slam repeatedly up and down on my
cock. She had another orgasm that went on and on. I
was about to cum when she climbed off, spun around and
thrust her pussy in my face while swallowing my cock.
We ate each other's sex until Deb came again. She
crawled forward and stuffed my cock back up her pussy,
then sat up and started riding me. As I was about to
blast a huge load up her cunt, she leaned back until
she was lying on me. I reached down and rubbed her
clit with one hand and pinched her nipple with the
other while continuing to pound my cock in her from
below.
"Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard. Oh God. I love your
big cock. slam my cunt. aaahhhhhhh.. Fill me with
cum.oooohhhhh. squirt it in me, baby. uuunnnggghhh."
That did it. Just as Deb's whole body started shaking
my cock swelled and began blasting a huge load up her
cunt. I kept pumping and she kept cumming. I don't
know how long it went on, but I could feel the mixed
juices of our passion trickling down my balls as I was
catching my breath. I stayed in her for a long time.
Her cunt would occasionally spasm against my cock as I
began to soften. She finally turned over so she was
facing me. We kissed softly as we enjoyed the
afterglow. I could feel my stuff leaking from her
making a slimy mess on the sheets.
"Oh, God, what am I going to do now. I'm afraid I'm
addicted," she said grabbing my slimy cock and
flicking her thumb over the head until it stirred back
to life.
"Does that mean you're up for another round."
"Only if you are," she said sliding down my body and
swallowing my half limp member into her mouth.
We fucked twice more that night, the last one being a
marathon session that went on for 45 minutes. We were
both sweating profusely. She just couldn't get
enough. I can't even begin to count the number of
orgasms Deb had. Sometimes I think it was just one
long continuous orgasm for her. She left for her room
at 3am. I was completely drained.
Continued...
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P'nyssa's Child, Concept
Journal Entry 014 / 00264
Seren, Narrin 13, 00264
It was very dark and very late when I finally decided to get out of bed.
So far I hadn't been able to sleep, and I was getting annoyed. I finally
sighed and decided to go upstairs and get myself something to drink.
I stepped carefully out of bed so as not to disturb P'nyssa, who was
one of the reasons I couldn't sleep. She'd been running a fever all day,
and was still hovering about 372 degrees, well over her normal 358. Since
humans tend to run at about 370, her body was warmer than mine for once,
and I was actually uncomfortable. I was still more worried about her,
though, running 24 degrees high like that. That's dangerously high for
her, it's like us running close to 400, no fun.
I walked under the access portal in the ceiling and leapt up just a touch;
the antigrav tractors grabbed me and silently pushed up to the floor
above. I grabbed the railing and easily hauled myself into the living
room with the familiarity of movement that comes with living in the
same home for years and years. I glanced outside the porch glass doors;
the snowstorm was still raging as it had been when I'd gone to bed three
hours earlier. It was probably the darkest night I'd ever seen on Pendor;
usually we get a lot of light reflected indirectly from the other, daylit
sectors. But today the blizzard had virtually grounded the castle into
the protection of the mountain crater it usually floated above, and the
snow blocked the passage of what light there would be.
Despite the complete darkness, I maneuvered about my home at complete
ease; everything was in it's place, nothing was strewn miscellaneously
about the floor; Dave had seen to that. Every night he tended to fix the
place up. I guess being an Artificial Intelligence, he has a need for
order. I walked over to the refrigerator and was blinded by the light
inside as I searched for the orange juice. I found it and, leaving the
door open for light, I found a glass and poured myself some.
When the door closed, darkness returned, but I was still comfortable. The
castle was still warm and quiet, the way it usually is at ten o'clock
at night. Everybody was in bed (except for the night owls, of which
there were always a few, my beloved Ember among them, but that's mostly
because she works in sectors where it is daytime right about now). I
sat down on the couch and tried to figure out what I was going to do
with my sleeplessness.
You see, one of the strictly physical reasons that P'nyssa and I get
along so well in bed is that our body temperatures are comfortable to
each other. P'nyssa is one of those perpetually cold people, unless it
uncomfortably warm for everybody else then she's "just perfect." Me, I
tend to like something to keep me cooler than the temperatures I run at.
When we sleep together, she gets a good heat source and I get a heat sink.
Sounds funny, I know, but it's one of the reasons we like each other.
True, she could get the effect with any human (or some of the other
races), but I'm glad she picked me.
In any event, I sipped my cold drink and felt the slight temperature
gradient pass through me as the heat of the room sank into the outside
walls and out to the snowbound world beyond. Don't get me wrong, the
house is very well insulated, but I could still feel it. Familiarity
with my surroundings again.
So I sat and paused when I heard a familiar .click. from a relay installed
in the ceiling coming to life. "Ken?"
I was surprised at the voice. The speaker was not Dave, but a relative of
his. Still and all, Dave must be listening to this conversation, or this
person would not have gotten into my bedroom. AI Jean Majors. "Hello,
Jean."
"I'm sorry, but when Dave told me you were up and restless, I decided that
it was time I had a little talk with you." Her words echoed strangely
about the living room, and I realized that a privacy field had come
on over the bedroom access. Jean did not want P'nyssa to hear this
conversation. Politeness? or...
"So what's up?" I said.
"Before I say anything else, I need to tell you that I'm probably going
to be violating someone's trust in this."
"Jean, are you sure that this conversation is necessary?" I asked. For an
AI to tell anything told in private is like a confessor breaking silence;
something serious is going on.
There was a pause. "Yes, yes I am." Another pause. "Ken, how long have
you an P'nyssa been living together?"
What? "Uhm, about a hundred and sixty eight years."
"And how many kids does P'nyssa have?"
"Three, all girls. Jean, what are you talking about?"
"Hold on. When did P'nyssa have these kids?"
"Well, P'maya was born in '56, P'rose was born in '63 and P'lissane was
born in '70."
"And when you met P'nyssa was in '81, wasn't it? P'lissane was 11 then
if I recall, and lived with her father."
"Jean, what's the point of all this?"
"Which means that P'nyssa hasn't had a child in 183 years, right?"
"Uh, right." I said. I was starting to get the picture. But I decided
to let Jean tell it to me.
"Ken, P'nyssa told me recently that she'd like another child."
I thought for a while and then said, slowly, "Okay. So what's stopping
her?"
"You are."
"I am?" I said, surprised.
"Yes. She's afraid that you won't approve."
"But I love children."
Dave's voice came online for the first time. "Yes, so long as they
aren't in your home."
That stopped me. Somehow the statement struck me as true; children are
great, so long as they're someone else's. But me? A father? No way,
I'm not cut out for it. I can't do a 1hourbeforedawn feeding. I can
change a diaper, but only in an emergency. I've done my fair share of
babysitting in the castle, but rarely late night or overnight.
"A fair statement," I admitted. "Jean, thank you for bringing this to
my attention, but I'd like to speak with Dave alone for a moment."
"Of course," she answered.
There was a short pause and then I pointed up in the general direction
of the ceiling with an accusative finger. "You knew, didn't you?"
"Yes." Was all Dave said.
"Then why didn't you tell me?"
"Because it's not my duty to, Ken, you know that. You have been an
insensitive boor sometimes, you know that? And at the moment is a perfect
example. Your lover for over a century and a half is pining away because
something is missing from her life, something she doesn't think she can
have, something I'm not sure she can have."
"And why not?"
"Because she loves you. Because she wants to stay in your bed all
the days of her life, but you have your positions and your opinions
and she doesn't think you'll let her have both. You have a rule that
you yourself will never have children, because one viviparous child of
your own would incur the jealously of all the vitroparous children you
already have. Never mind that I think we're all a little more mature
than that. But I think you can be a stepfather; I think the years have
mellowed you to at least that point, Ken, and I want you to admit it to
yourself. Promise me that you will speak with P'nyssa tomorrow."
I thought about it. It was a big change. I knew for fact that P'nyssa had
TNP in her blood and couldn't get pregnant without a counterprogrammed
TNPCF injection. But I could get my hands on that stuff with little or
no problem.
I wandered back to the portal down to the bedroom. I was actually feeling
tired. "Okay, Dave, I promise. Goodnight, please?"
"Goodnight, Ken." The field dropped. I leapt into the portal and fell
slowly down the hole into my bedroom. P'nyssa stirred a little as I
pulled the covers over myself and went to sleep.
The next day I arose well before P'nyssa, who was still a touch warm,
and walked out of my domicile into the castle hallway. Maneuvering around
the corner and past Dave's installation, I greeted everybody with a mute
"G'morning" as I walked past the open meeting hall where four children
played some game that only children understand and their parents watched
quietly and patiently. I watched the scene for a few minutes when Ember,
who turned out to be one of the parents, hailed me over. I waved and said
"Too busy, gotta be on my way." She nodded and I retreated over to the
indoor stepping disk. Don't use them much, mostly because I like the
ritual of walking upstairs and then falling to the ring floor to use
the one down by the lagoon; but not in this cold when even the river was
frozen. It was record cold out, the kind of cold that occurs only once
ever thirty years or so, and I decided it was time to go to someplace
else, where it might be warmer.
I laughed when I thought of that. I wasn't going anyplace warmer; I
was going to Cutter's, which is situated right on top of a heat vane on
the outer edge of the delineated Ring; it's the equivalent of an arctic
environment, complete with polar bears descended more from a rodent group
than the original weasel group. Oh, there are weasel based polar large
types, but they're in a different ecocenter. I stepped onto the disk.
And found myself in the large pentagonal room on the far edge, under
"visitors" The other disks were reserved for "staff," and "emergency1
and 2," and "residential." I noticed that there was nobody else in the
area, so I wandered down the hallway towards what I knew was the pharmacy.
Nobody stopped me; nobody questioned my right to be there. After all, if I
was their gengineer, I had damn well better know what I was doing, right?
I walked into the pharmacy and asked the Tindal who asked me if I need
help where I could find the compound in question. He looked at me rather
quizzically, but did indeed hand over my request, plus an applicator. I
thanked him and wandered back towards the stepping disk. When I reached a
hallway that was deserted Jean's voice interrupted my musings again. "So
you're going to do it, huh?"
"Well, I'm going to take the first two steps, yes."
"You break everything down into steps, don't you?"
"Basically," I said with a smile.
"Good luck, Ken."
"Thanks, Jean." I reached the SDisk room and returned home. I walked
back to the commons and found Ember sitting with her fouryear old,
M'Jahrl, who was fidgeting impatiently. "Hi."
"Hello, Father," she said quietly. The child growled a similar greeting
in Felinz. I smiled and growled back at him. He seemed pleased with that.
"Can I ask you a question, Ember?"
"Sure," she said with conviction.
"What's it like to have a kid in the house?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, starting from the beginning, is it really worth the effort it
seems to be to actually have a child in the house? To deal with the
feedings and the changings, and then the curiosity and the rivalries
and the fights and the growing up?"
"You should know better than I do about that," she said.
"But I don't. Every one of you came out if the tank with a basic set of
programming and a mature body. Not a child. Not like your little monster
there." The kid had managed to weasel his way out her arms and was now
careening around the commons with a small model airplane. "I know every
one of you from the inside out, but I know nothing about preadolescents."
"What about Donna?"
"Don't mention that, please? Besides, I've helped, I've done my fair
share of sitting."
"I don't know what to tell you. I think it's worthwhile enough, I've done
it five times, which means I've wrapped up about fifty years of my life
in it. Besides, who are you planning on having children with? I thought
you'd decided not to do that sort of thing."
"Not my decision this time, sweetheart. P'nyssa's."
Ember's eyes widened. "She has three, doesn't she?"
"You've met them all, I thought."
She nodded. "They're nice people. Come to think of it, I've even slept
with Lisa."
I smiled. "Why does that not surprise me?" I sighed and said "Okay,
thanks anyway." I rose again.
Jahrl had managed to disappear. She shook her head and said "Well,
I don't really know what to say. Except that you know I love you both,
and I hope everything good comes of this."
"Make it a rumor, sweetheart."
"You know I will," she said. I leaned over and kissed her on the muzzle.
She pulled me down and kissed me, her tongue meeting mine. "Remember,
I live just down the hallway."
"I can't forget. I see you everyday. And sometimes I still have to
babysit Jahrl while you stay up all night with a sick AI."
She smiled and said "See ya."
"You too."
P'nyssa was awake when I arrived home. "Hi!" she said when I walked in.
I waved and smiled widely as I grabbed a cup of tea and sat down with her
at the table. I pulled her close and nuzzled her. She replied warmly,
but only halfheartedly, and I could tell she was still feeling under
the weather, not that the weather outside was all that pleasant.
"I have something for you," I said.
"What?" she asked.
"Give me your ten." She extended a tentacle across the table and I ruffled
some of the fur on the upper quarter to find the skin underneath. I
reached into the jacket I wore and removed the injector. I reached again
for her when she pulled her ten back and said "What is it?"
"I'll let you know after I've put it in."
"No. I want to know now. You know I don't want anything for my cold;
when I get a fever it burns itself out quicker if I don't take anything."
"Then this is fine for you."
"What is it?" she demanded.
"Nyss, you trust me, right? This has nothing for your cold. It has
nothing do with your fever. Trust me?"
She looked at me through questioning eyes, then extended her ten again. I
quickly inserted the injector and squeezed. There was a momentary .paf. as
the pressure pushed the fluid suspension into her arm. "Fine. Now what
was it?"
"Tindal NanoProph Counter Factor."
"WHAT !?"
"TNPCF" I repeated.
"Why?"
"Because last night I had a long conversation with an old friend who made
me realize that you haven't had a child in over a hundred and fifty years,
and apparently you've been talking at the hospital about children. Don't
blame you, after all, you do work in pediatrics. So?"
"Ken, I don't want kids."
"Don't you?"
"I..." She paused. "I do. But, what about you?"
"What about me? I can handle it. Come on, I can do twenty years standing
on my head."
"Can you?"
"Sure I can. That's not the problem."
"Then what is a problem?" she asked.
"Have you thought about an appropriate father?"
"Waitaminute. What about you? Do you think you can handle having children
in this house?"
"Sure. We could open up the doors to your old apartment. It's basically
unchanged in the past hundred years. Wouldn't be surprised to find
cobwebs."
Dave's voice came over the speaker. "There are no cobwebs in the room
next door." He sounded slightly miffed.
"Oh well, blows that theory. But seriously, we could open up the doors
and turn the room into a nursery. It's not that bad."
"You're really enthusiastic about this, aren't you?"
"Yes! Yes, let's do it."
"It could take you out of all the things you like to do, you know. Going
to concerts, bars. Having nights with other people, at least for a while.
It could take up every last minute of your free time. I hope you don't
have a project going at Alpha."
"I don't. P'nyssa, you and I both know that life is what happens to you
while you're making other plans. Let's be serious about this."
"I am being serious. Very serious. Are You Sure?"
I stopped, and in a very quiet and sober voice I said "Yes."
"Then I know who I want the father to be."
"Who?"
"D'israeli Mittleson."
"Who is?" The name was only vaguely familiar.
"He was a fellow student back when I was studying my psionics."
"Not a father of your other three, was he?"
"No, no. Why?"
"Don't you think you might want to call your children and tell them
their going to be sisters, again?"
P'nyssa paused for a second and said, "After the test proves positive."
"Deal."
It was three days before P'nyssa's fever broke, but we spent those
days in bed while P'nyssa called in to Cutter's and told Jean that she
might not be available for a few days, possibly much longer. Jean was
very polite about the request, saying she understood and she hoped that
P'nyssa would return as soon as possible but that it was also likely that
the staff could handle everything even if their chief of pediatrics was
out for a while, ect., ect. We decided to not push our luck, and even
though we had a few visitors in those days, few people mentioned the
rumor that had to be spreading like wildfire.
In any event, five days after this whole thing started P'nyssa and I
awoke, ate and got into the shower. I was washing her back, scrubbing
under the fur to get the sweetsmelling soap up against her pelt when she
reached around and slowly began to stroke my cock. I hissed in pleasure
and heard her chuckle. "Like that, huh?" she said.
"Wonderful," I replied, reaching forward to stroke her between her legs
and up the crease of her ass. She giggled, and when I ran my fingers
over her clit she crooned thankfully. I pressed up against her, my cock
protruding between her thighs, pressed down against her ass. Having tens
instead of arms is both a disadvantage and an advantage for Tindals; while
she can't lift nearly as much weight as I can, there is no such thing
as an awkward position. She easily found my cock and seized it with her
mittens, stroking it intently. I leaned against her shoulder and groaned.
I reached around her and slowly stroked her sex in response. Using my
fingers is a halfmeasure for me; I wanted to get down there and use
my tongue, but she kept right on stroking me, coaxing me further and
further towards orgasm. Her other tentacle reached around behind us both
and slowly began to caress my ass. She knows how that drives me crazy,
and slowly the combination drove me over the brink, and I came in a
wonderful orgasm, shooting out onto the shower floor and her fur.
I collapsed to my knees, both in momentary exhaustion and in a desire to
get at her cunt. She still faced away from me and with both hands I parted
the cheeks of her ass, probing with my tongue to get at the tiny brown
hole hidden there. Her fur tickled gently against my cheeks as I traced
my way from her asshole towards her cunt, licking between her labia to
part them. I upended my self to get a better angle and slowly I began to
lick her cunt, avoiding her overly sensitive clit and licking around it,
over the hood and between the lips. She crooned softly, and I began to
lick a little harder when she said "wait."
"What?" I said, backing away slightly.
"Use that," she said breathlessly, pointing to the showerhead.
I stood from where I was as she settled to the shower floor, leaning
against the far wall which I had long ago padded with polyurethane for
just such an occasion. I grabbed the shower massage and handed it to her.
The massage was a blatant misuse of transporter technology; there was
no hose, just a direct transporter feed somewhere in the wall. I've
seen the same thing done with glassware at bars and parties; it's hard
to judge how much you've drunk when this annoying little thing at the
bottom fills your glass while you're not looking.
She took the showerhead and turned the dial to massage, one stream. A
softly pulsing stream of water came out of it, and she directed it towards
her cunt. "Hold me open," she said in a hoarse whisper. I lay down on my
stomach between her legs and reached forward, parting her cunt open with
my fingers. The stream of water aimed at her clit, circling it slowly. Her
cunt became red, and her clit stuck out visibly as the water circled it.
She groaned. I watched intently as she masturbated herself, her mouth
open and her breath coming in ragged, hoarse gasps. At times she would
increase the pressure on the spray, and by the time she was on her fifth
orgasm, the stream had become a strong, steady flow.
She snapped it off and lay there, gasping for air and totally splayed
out against the shower floor. I wiped the spray off my face. "How do
you feel?" I asked. I love watching her masturbate.
"Tired. Whew. Help me up?" I did, gracefully. Somehow, I don't mind being
replaced by a machine; I know that, more often than not, she prefers my
tongue to the shower or vibrator. Still, I did get her these toys. We
actually cleaned off this time, getting ready to go, dressed in out best
traveling clothes, and headed out for the stepping disk.
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P'nyssa's Child, Concept
Journal Entry 014 / 00264
Seren, Narrin 13, 00264
It was very dark and very late when I finally decided to get out of bed.
So far I hadn't been able to sleep, and I was getting annoyed. I finally
sighed and decided to go upstairs and get myself something to drink.
I stepped carefully out of bed so as not to disturb P'nyssa, who was
one of the reasons I couldn't sleep. She'd been running a fever all day,
and was still hovering about 372 degrees, well over her normal 358. Since
humans tend to run at about 370, her body was warmer than mine for once,
and I was actually uncomfortable. I was still more worried about her,
though, running 24 degrees high like that. That's dangerously high for
her, it's like us running close to 400, no fun.
I walked under the access portal in the ceiling and leapt up just a touch;
the antigrav tractors grabbed me and silently pushed up to the floor
above. I grabbed the railing and easily hauled myself into the living
room with the familiarity of movement that comes with living in the
same home for years and years. I glanced outside the porch glass doors;
the snowstorm was still raging as it had been when I'd gone to bed three
hours earlier. It was probably the darkest night I'd ever seen on Pendor;
usually we get a lot of light reflected indirectly from the other, daylit
sectors. But today the blizzard had virtually grounded the castle into
the protection of the mountain crater it usually floated above, and the
snow blocked the passage of what light there would be.
Despite the complete darkness, I maneuvered about my home at complete
ease; everything was in it's place, nothing was strewn miscellaneously
about the floor; Dave had seen to that. Every night he tended to fix the
place up. I guess being an Artificial Intelligence, he has a need for
order. I walked over to the refrigerator and was blinded by the light
inside as I searched for the orange juice. I found it and, leaving the
door open for light, I found a glass and poured myself some.
When the door closed, darkness returned, but I was still comfortable. The
castle was still warm and quiet, the way it usually is at ten o'clock
at night. Everybody was in bed (except for the night owls, of which
there were always a few, my beloved Ember among them, but that's mostly
because she works in sectors where it is daytime right about now). I
sat down on the couch and tried to figure out what I was going to do
with my sleeplessness.
You see, one of the strictly physical reasons that P'nyssa and I get
along so well in bed is that our body temperatures are comfortable to
each other. P'nyssa is one of those perpetually cold people, unless it
uncomfortably warm for everybody else then she's "just perfect." Me, I
tend to like something to keep me cooler than the temperatures I run at.
When we sleep together, she gets a good heat source and I get a heat sink.
Sounds funny, I know, but it's one of the reasons we like each other.
True, she could get the effect with any human (or some of the other
races), but I'm glad she picked me.
In any event, I sipped my cold drink and felt the slight temperature
gradient pass through me as the heat of the room sank into the outside
walls and out to the snowbound world beyond. Don't get me wrong, the
house is very well insulated, but I could still feel it. Familiarity
with my surroundings again.
So I sat and paused when I heard a familiar .click. from a relay installed
in the ceiling coming to life. "Ken?"
I was surprised at the voice. The speaker was not Dave, but a relative of
his. Still and all, Dave must be listening to this conversation, or this
person would not have gotten into my bedroom. AI Jean Majors. "Hello,
Jean."
"I'm sorry, but when Dave told me you were up and restless, I decided that
it was time I had a little talk with you." Her words echoed strangely
about the living room, and I realized that a privacy field had come
on over the bedroom access. Jean did not want P'nyssa to hear this
conversation. Politeness? or...
"So what's up?" I said.
"Before I say anything else, I need to tell you that I'm probably going
to be violating someone's trust in this."
"Jean, are you sure that this conversation is necessary?" I asked. For an
AI to tell anything told in private is like a confessor breaking silence;
something serious is going on.
There was a pause. "Yes, yes I am." Another pause. "Ken, how long have
you an P'nyssa been living together?"
What? "Uhm, about a hundred and sixty eight years."
"And how many kids does P'nyssa have?"
"Three, all girls. Jean, what are you talking about?"
"Hold on. When did P'nyssa have these kids?"
"Well, P'maya was born in '56, P'rose was born in '63 and P'lissane was
born in '70."
"And when you met P'nyssa was in '81, wasn't it? P'lissane was 11 then
if I recall, and lived with her father."
"Jean, what's the point of all this?"
"Which means that P'nyssa hasn't had a child in 183 years, right?"
"Uh, right." I said. I was starting to get the picture. But I decided
to let Jean tell it to me.
"Ken, P'nyssa told me recently that she'd like another child."
I thought for a while and then said, slowly, "Okay. So what's stopping
her?"
"You are."
"I am?" I said, surprised.
"Yes. She's afraid that you won't approve."
"But I love children."
Dave's voice came online for the first time. "Yes, so long as they
aren't in your home."
That stopped me. Somehow the statement struck me as true; children are
great, so long as they're someone else's. But me? A father? No way,
I'm not cut out for it. I can't do a 1hourbeforedawn feeding. I can
change a diaper, but only in an emergency. I've done my fair share of
babysitting in the castle, but rarely late night or overnight.
"A fair statement," I admitted. "Jean, thank you for bringing this to
my attention, but I'd like to speak with Dave alone for a moment."
"Of course," she answered.
There was a short pause and then I pointed up in the general direction
of the ceiling with an accusative finger. "You knew, didn't you?"
"Yes." Was all Dave said.
"Then why didn't you tell me?"
"Because it's not my duty to, Ken, you know that. You have been an
insensitive boor sometimes, you know that? And at the moment is a perfect
example. Your lover for over a century and a half is pining away because
something is missing from her life, something she doesn't think she can
have, something I'm not sure she can have."
"And why not?"
"Because she loves you. Because she wants to stay in your bed all
the days of her life, but you have your positions and your opinions
and she doesn't think you'll let her have both. You have a rule that
you yourself will never have children, because one viviparous child of
your own would incur the jealously of all the vitroparous children you
already have. Never mind that I think we're all a little more mature
than that. But I think you can be a stepfather; I think the years have
mellowed you to at least that point, Ken, and I want you to admit it to
yourself. Promise me that you will speak with P'nyssa tomorrow."
I thought about it. It was a big change. I knew for fact that P'nyssa had
TNP in her blood and couldn't get pregnant without a counterprogrammed
TNPCF injection. But I could get my hands on that stuff with little or
no problem.
I wandered back to the portal down to the bedroom. I was actually feeling
tired. "Okay, Dave, I promise. Goodnight, please?"
"Goodnight, Ken." The field dropped. I leapt into the portal and fell
slowly down the hole into my bedroom. P'nyssa stirred a little as I
pulled the covers over myself and went to sleep.
The next day I arose well before P'nyssa, who was still a touch warm,
and walked out of my domicile into the castle hallway. Maneuvering around
the corner and past Dave's installation, I greeted everybody with a mute
"G'morning" as I walked past the open meeting hall where four children
played some game that only children understand and their parents watched
quietly and patiently. I watched the scene for a few minutes when Ember,
who turned out to be one of the parents, hailed me over. I waved and said
"Too busy, gotta be on my way." She nodded and I retreated over to the
indoor stepping disk. Don't use them much, mostly because I like the
ritual of walking upstairs and then falling to the ring floor to use
the one down by the lagoon; but not in this cold when even the river was
frozen. It was record cold out, the kind of cold that occurs only once
ever thirty years or so, and I decided it was time to go to someplace
else, where it might be warmer.
I laughed when I thought of that. I wasn't going anyplace warmer; I
was going to Cutter's, which is situated right on top of a heat vane on
the outer edge of the delineated Ring; it's the equivalent of an arctic
environment, complete with polar bears descended more from a rodent group
than the original weasel group. Oh, there are weasel based polar large
types, but they're in a different ecocenter. I stepped onto the disk.
And found myself in the large pentagonal room on the far edge, under
"visitors" The other disks were reserved for "staff," and "emergency1
and 2," and "residential." I noticed that there was nobody else in the
area, so I wandered down the hallway towards what I knew was the pharmacy.
Nobody stopped me; nobody questioned my right to be there. After all, if I
was their gengineer, I had damn well better know what I was doing, right?
I walked into the pharmacy and asked the Tindal who asked me if I need
help where I could find the compound in question. He looked at me rather
quizzically, but did indeed hand over my request, plus an applicator. I
thanked him and wandered back towards the stepping disk. When I reached a
hallway that was deserted Jean's voice interrupted my musings again. "So
you're going to do it, huh?"
"Well, I'm going to take the first two steps, yes."
"You break everything down into steps, don't you?"
"Basically," I said with a smile.
"Good luck, Ken."
"Thanks, Jean." I reached the SDisk room and returned home. I walked
back to the commons and found Ember sitting with her fouryear old,
M'Jahrl, who was fidgeting impatiently. "Hi."
"Hello, Father," she said quietly. The child growled a similar greeting
in Felinz. I smiled and growled back at him. He seemed pleased with that.
"Can I ask you a question, Ember?"
"Sure," she said with conviction.
"What's it like to have a kid in the house?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, starting from the beginning, is it really worth the effort it
seems to be to actually have a child in the house? To deal with the
feedings and the changings, and then the curiosity and the rivalries
and the fights and the growing up?"
"You should know better than I do about that," she said.
"But I don't. Every one of you came out if the tank with a basic set of
programming and a mature body. Not a child. Not like your little monster
there." The kid had managed to weasel his way out her arms and was now
careening around the commons with a small model airplane. "I know every
one of you from the inside out, but I know nothing about preadolescents."
"What about Donna?"
"Don't mention that, please? Besides, I've helped, I've done my fair
share of sitting."
"I don't know what to tell you. I think it's worthwhile enough, I've done
it five times, which means I've wrapped up about fifty years of my life
in it. Besides, who are you planning on having children with? I thought
you'd decided not to do that sort of thing."
"Not my decision this time, sweetheart. P'nyssa's."
Ember's eyes widened. "She has three, doesn't she?"
"You've met them all, I thought."
She nodded. "They're nice people. Come to think of it, I've even slept
with Lisa."
I smiled. "Why does that not surprise me?" I sighed and said "Okay,
thanks anyway." I rose again.
Jahrl had managed to disappear. She shook her head and said "Well,
I don't really know what to say. Except that you know I love you both,
and I hope everything good comes of this."
"Make it a rumor, sweetheart."
"You know I will," she said. I leaned over and kissed her on the muzzle.
She pulled me down and kissed me, her tongue meeting mine. "Remember,
I live just down the hallway."
"I can't forget. I see you everyday. And sometimes I still have to
babysit Jahrl while you stay up all night with a sick AI."
She smiled and said "See ya."
"You too."
P'nyssa was awake when I arrived home. "Hi!" she said when I walked in.
I waved and smiled widely as I grabbed a cup of tea and sat down with her
at the table. I pulled her close and nuzzled her. She replied warmly,
but only halfheartedly, and I could tell she was still feeling under
the weather, not that the weather outside was all that pleasant.
"I have something for you," I said.
"What?" she asked.
"Give me your ten." She extended a tentacle across the table and I ruffled
some of the fur on the upper quarter to find the skin underneath. I
reached into the jacket I wore and removed the injector. I reached again
for her when she pulled her ten back and said "What is it?"
"I'll let you know after I've put it in."
"No. I want to know now. You know I don't want anything for my cold;
when I get a fever it burns itself out quicker if I don't take anything."
"Then this is fine for you."
"What is it?" she demanded.
"Nyss, you trust me, right? This has nothing for your cold. It has
nothing do with your fever. Trust me?"
She looked at me through questioning eyes, then extended her ten again. I
quickly inserted the injector and squeezed. There was a momentary .paf. as
the pressure pushed the fluid suspension into her arm. "Fine. Now what
was it?"
"Tindal NanoProph Counter Factor."
"WHAT !?"
"TNPCF" I repeated.
"Why?"
"Because last night I had a long conversation with an old friend who made
me realize that you haven't had a child in over a hundred and fifty years,
and apparently you've been talking at the hospital about children. Don't
blame you, after all, you do work in pediatrics. So?"
"Ken, I don't want kids."
"Don't you?"
"I..." She paused. "I do. But, what about you?"
"What about me? I can handle it. Come on, I can do twenty years standing
on my head."
"Can you?"
"Sure I can. That's not the problem."
"Then what is a problem?" she asked.
"Have you thought about an appropriate father?"
"Waitaminute. What about you? Do you think you can handle having children
in this house?"
"Sure. We could open up the doors to your old apartment. It's basically
unchanged in the past hundred years. Wouldn't be surprised to find
cobwebs."
Dave's voice came over the speaker. "There are no cobwebs in the room
next door." He sounded slightly miffed.
"Oh well, blows that theory. But seriously, we could open up the doors
and turn the room into a nursery. It's not that bad."
"You're really enthusiastic about this, aren't you?"
"Yes! Yes, let's do it."
"It could take you out of all the things you like to do, you know. Going
to concerts, bars. Having nights with other people, at least for a while.
It could take up every last minute of your free time. I hope you don't
have a project going at Alpha."
"I don't. P'nyssa, you and I both know that life is what happens to you
while you're making other plans. Let's be serious about this."
"I am being serious. Very serious. Are You Sure?"
I stopped, and in a very quiet and sober voice I said "Yes."
"Then I know who I want the father to be."
"Who?"
"D'israeli Mittleson."
"Who is?" The name was only vaguely familiar.
"He was a fellow student back when I was studying my psionics."
"Not a father of your other three, was he?"
"No, no. Why?"
"Don't you think you might want to call your children and tell them
their going to be sisters, again?"
P'nyssa paused for a second and said, "After the test proves positive."
"Deal."
It was three days before P'nyssa's fever broke, but we spent those
days in bed while P'nyssa called in to Cutter's and told Jean that she
might not be available for a few days, possibly much longer. Jean was
very polite about the request, saying she understood and she hoped that
P'nyssa would return as soon as possible but that it was also likely that
the staff could handle everything even if their chief of pediatrics was
out for a while, ect., ect. We decided to not push our luck, and even
though we had a few visitors in those days, few people mentioned the
rumor that had to be spreading like wildfire.
In any event, five days after this whole thing started P'nyssa and I
awoke, ate and got into the shower. I was washing her back, scrubbing
under the fur to get the sweetsmelling soap up against her pelt when she
reached around and slowly began to stroke my cock. I hissed in pleasure
and heard her chuckle. "Like that, huh?" she said.
"Wonderful," I replied, reaching forward to stroke her between her legs
and up the crease of her ass. She giggled, and when I ran my fingers
over her clit she crooned thankfully. I pressed up against her, my cock
protruding between her thighs, pressed down against her ass. Having tens
instead of arms is both a disadvantage and an advantage for Tindals; while
she can't lift nearly as much weight as I can, there is no such thing
as an awkward position. She easily found my cock and seized it with her
mittens, stroking it intently. I leaned against her shoulder and groaned.
I reached around her and slowly stroked her sex in response. Using my
fingers is a halfmeasure for me; I wanted to get down there and use
my tongue, but she kept right on stroking me, coaxing me further and
further towards orgasm. Her other tentacle reached around behind us both
and slowly began to caress my ass. She knows how that drives me crazy,
and slowly the combination drove me over the brink, and I came in a
wonderful orgasm, shooting out onto the shower floor and her fur.
I collapsed to my knees, both in momentary exhaustion and in a desire to
get at her cunt. She still faced away from me and with both hands I parted
the cheeks of her ass, probing with my tongue to get at the tiny brown
hole hidden there. Her fur tickled gently against my cheeks as I traced
my way from her asshole towards her cunt, licking between her labia to
part them. I upended my self to get a better angle and slowly I began to
lick her cunt, avoiding her overly sensitive clit and licking around it,
over the hood and between the lips. She crooned softly, and I began to
lick a little harder when she said "wait."
"What?" I said, backing away slightly.
"Use that," she said breathlessly, pointing to the showerhead.
I stood from where I was as she settled to the shower floor, leaning
against the far wall which I had long ago padded with polyurethane for
just such an occasion. I grabbed the shower massage and handed it to her.
The massage was a blatant misuse of transporter technology; there was
no hose, just a direct transporter feed somewhere in the wall. I've
seen the same thing done with glassware at bars and parties; it's hard
to judge how much you've drunk when this annoying little thing at the
bottom fills your glass while you're not looking.
She took the showerhead and turned the dial to massage, one stream. A
softly pulsing stream of water came out of it, and she directed it towards
her cunt. "Hold me open," she said in a hoarse whisper. I lay down on my
stomach between her legs and reached forward, parting her cunt open with
my fingers. The stream of water aimed at her clit, circling it slowly. Her
cunt became red, and her clit stuck out visibly as the water circled it.
She groaned. I watched intently as she masturbated herself, her mouth
open and her breath coming in ragged, hoarse gasps. At times she would
increase the pressure on the spray, and by the time she was on her fifth
orgasm, the stream had become a strong, steady flow.
She snapped it off and lay there, gasping for air and totally splayed
out against the shower floor. I wiped the spray off my face. "How do
you feel?" I asked. I love watching her masturbate.
"Tired. Whew. Help me up?" I did, gracefully. Somehow, I don't mind being
replaced by a machine; I know that, more often than not, she prefers my
tongue to the shower or vibrator. Still, I did get her these toys. We
actually cleaned off this time, getting ready to go, dressed in out best
traveling clothes, and headed out for the stepping disk.
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