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Chapter Nine
Although we dozed fitfully at times during that
remarkable night, none of us really got much
sleep. At dawn Sara pulled on me.
"Tommy, come with me," she whispered, and we
got carefully out of bed. Jack and Molly were
sleeping in a sixty nine position, their cheeks
nestled on each other's groin. The bed was a
sodden mess, the result of who knew how many
ejaculations. I remembered coming at least
four times.
Sara and I went into the other bedroom, stumbling a
bit in our grogginess. The room smelled so
fresh after the one we had just left, which was
redolent of body oder and sex.
"Let's take a shower," Sara suggested with a palm
on my cheek and love in her dark eyes. "We're
sticky and smelly."
"The water will wake us up," I protested feebly,
wanting to sleep.
"It's Saturday morning, sweetie. We have the
whole weekend to sleep, whenever we want,"
she said, dragging me into the bathroom where
she turned on the shower, pulling me into the stall,
when the water was warm enough.
Indeed, the water awakend us abruptly. We played
and tickled in the spray, soaping each other,
lingering with our hands at particularly sensitive
places. We came alive in the morning and
kissed joyously.
"May I fall in love with you Sara?" I whispered
into her ear as I held her to me.
"Yes, Tommy, and I will fall in love with you," she
said kissing my face all over.
"But you know," I spoke seriously, "I cannot lay
down my life for you, because I will not leave
Molly a widow, nor my little Alice, whom you
have not met."
"You have so many lovers, Tommy," she cooed at
me, " but I know the rules. Jack is my
Gibralter, and any other lover of mine is a puny
mound in comparison. But we can still fall
madly in love with each other, can't we?" She
snuggled her wet, naked body against mine and
said "Tommy, I have a very selfish reason to love
you.
"Something selfish?"
"Yes, something very special, something
wondrous," she exclaimed, gripping my butt cheeks
in her excitement. "I want you to get me pregnant."
* * *
"Actually, Tommy, I don't mind at all if you
impregnate her, once, twice or as many times as
you want, because I know that there will always be
enough seed left for Alice and me."
Molly and I lounged on a couch in the main room
clad in robes that Sara had given us, before she
went with Jack into a bedroom where, from the
sound of it, they were making love.
Molly snuggled to me. "Are you up to it?" she
asked slyly, sneaking her hand into my robe and
grasping my flacid cock.
"I'm sorry, Molly, I just don't have it in me for the
moment. I don't know how Jack can get it up
and do it after last night's dissipation Just listen to
the racket they're making in that room."
"He's motivated, Tom. He's making up for all
those years that he deprived himself of having
Sara."
"Let's take a nap," I suggested, and we nestled
ourselves into the couch, because the other
bedroom was still a mess.
"Tommy?"
"Yes?"
"Did you really suck Jack's cock last night?"
"Go to sleep."
"I wanted to see it."
* * *
It was mid afternoon on a February Saturday that
was quite uninviting outside. Sleet and snow
showers lashed the windows of the penthouse.
Jack and I sat at the kitchen table drinking
bloody Mary's, to which he had just introduced me,
and which I downed in total innocence.
"About last night, Jack," I began. "It was a
serendipity thing, sucking on your cock. It was an
interesting experience, but one that I don't want to
repeat.
"Tommy, loosen up. We had a true orgy last night,
a spontaneous one, the best kind. You just
got your mouth in the right place at the right time,
as far as I'm concerned. Be happy that I had
just spewed into your wife and not into your
mouth."
"There was an unnatural taste about it.."
"Treasure the experience into your old age, friend.
I'm sure you won't do it again."
"Jack, about the baby thing. . . "
"Yes, that's very important. Incestuous love is
sweet, but it is stupid to make babies with your
sister.. Sara and I really want you to do this for us.
We knew right off that you had good genes.
"I was just thinking about the technical details," I
mused. ''If Sara goes off the pill to let me do
her, you'll have to wear a condom, when you take
your turn. That's not much fun."
"I've figured that out, Tom. We'll just trade wives
until you knock up Sara."
"That makes sense," I said, and I wondered why I
had not thought of it.
A sudden, loud screech sounded from a bedroom.
"That's Molly, " I said.
"Are you sure?"
"Ya, I know the noise."
"I thought that they were just changing the sheets."
* * *
Sara and I cuddled naked on the large bed, looking
into each other's face whispering love
words, as Jack was doing a fine job on Molly in
the missionary position. Molly had become
extremely excited, which usually sets off that
unknown something inside her that begins to grab
the head of an invading cock. That's what must
have happened, because Jack suddenly lost it
and with shouts spewed forth too soon.
"Oh, shit!" the unfortunate woman whimpered.
"Please, please. I'm so close," she cried, pushing
desperately at Jack, but to no avail. The man was
done, worn out by over twenty hours of sexual
excess, and he rolled onto his back. "Sara, darling,
may I borrow Tommy for a bit?" she
implored, gasping, and Sara assented with a grin.
My cock was at its fullest extension, because I had
been about to use it on Sara. I climbed upon
my quivering wife and plunged it into her, causing
her to cry out in relief. She came quickly,
with a scream, but I didn't stop, because I knew that
Molly is never satisfied with just a single
orgasm. I tried to ignore what was happening to
my cock inside of her, the incredible pleasure.
I resisted coming. Before long Molly moaned with
her second, less intense orgasm, and I soon
kissed her sweaty face and got off of her.
"Thank you Tommy," she smiled, "for coming to my
rescue."
Molly leaned over and embraced Sara, kissing her
passionately and fondling a pert tit. "And
thank you Sara."
Jack and Molly got up from the bed to take a
shower.
"I saved it for you, sweetheart," I said, as I rubbed
my engorged cock against her thigh.
"I want to be on top," she replied.
* * *
Sara lay stretched out on the couch with her head
on my lap. Molly cuddled to Jack on another
couch a few yards away. We could converse
without raising our voices. We had put on clothes,
after our showers.
"I don't really want to go to that movie we talked
about," Molly said. "It's so cold and nasty
outside."
"I agree," Jack responded, "and besides I'm worn
out."
"Let's stay here and make love all night," I
suggested, and Molly threw a small cushion at me.
"Well, at least we can talk about sex," Sara said,
"specifically about getting me pregnant."
"Tommy and Molly could live here with us for the
time it takes," Jack offered.
"No," I protested. "I need my own space, even
though it's seedy compared to what you have
here, and besides we don't know when Alice will
return."
"Why should it be difficult getting you pregnant,
Sara?" Molly asked. "Some teen aged girls
seem to get knocked up by just being in the same
room with a guy."
"Darling," Sara replied, "I don't want to do it by
osmosis. When I conceive a baby, I want to
feel that monster inside of me, emptying itself."
"I could visit you once a day," I suggested, "and we
could fuck."
"Tommy!" Molly shouted at me. "We are beyond
fucking. We make love."
"She's right, lover," Sara said, looking sweetly up
at me. "When you make our baby, you will
have to make profound love to me, intense love, or
else the kid will have six toes."
"I'm afraid that if I made the baby with Sara," Jack
said in a tone of regret, " the child would
have two heads."
"No, Jack," Molly replied, cuddling to the young
man, "eight toes max."
"Well," Sara asked, "when are we going to start.?"
"Not today," I replied. "I'm out of seed."
"We could start it tomorrow," Jack suggested with
an eagerness in his voice. "Of course, Sara
won't become pregnant. because the effect of the
pill will still be with her. But we could make a
ceremony of it, something symbolic."
"Can we do it this time without the robes?" Molly
asked snidely.
"Molly, dearest, I'm very much into costume."
* * *
"Jack," I said, when the girls were out of hearing ramge,
"I really don't want a ceremony. The one last
night turned into an orgy and it wasted us both. I
would just like to have some gentle loving with
Sara, alone."
"Well, yes, that's understandable," he replied. "but
do you think that Molly will be disappointed?"
"No, not at all. I think that she wants to lounge
quietly on a bed and have someone lick on her."
"I can to that. I'm rather good at it, in fact. I've
been doing it with Sara since we were eleven."
"Well, Jack, you have a hard act to follow."
"You mean Alice."
"Yes."
" Molly has told me about her remarkable talent.
But I think that I have the advantage of
experience in eating out girls, if only Sara, and
besides my tongue is larger."
"Good luck, Jack. I'm looking forward to having
Sara with me alone in a fresh bed."
"Make me a pretty baby, Tom," he said, and he
slapped me on the arm as he got up from the
couch.
* * *
I visited Sara every afternoon after classes for the
next several weeks, sometimes bringing
Molly along with me. On a memorable Friday
afternoon the two of us entered the Grandin
penthouse, unlocking the door with the key that
Jack had given me, to find Sara naked on a couch
and Jack, also naked, kneeling on the floor between
her legs eating her out.
"Hi, guys," Sara said, looking up at us as we
entered the living room. "You're not interrupting.
Jack has already done me three times, and I was
about to go down on him, but now that you're
here Molly maybe you'd like to do it."
"Or maybe Tom," Jack smirked
Recently, Jack had been playfully teasing me about
the two of us sucking each other.
'I'll pass on that, Jack, unless, of course, you are
really eager to taste me."
"Maybe later, Tom."
"Why not now? Jack," Molly pouted impishly. "I'd
really like to watch."
"Molly!" Sara exclaimed in false indignation. "We
need Tommy's seed to make a baby for us."
"Come on Thomas. I have crisp, fresh sheets on the
bed, just as you like it."
Sara pulled on my arm and we went into our
bedroom, the one which we always used together,
shutting the door behind us and leaving our beloved
spouses to decide what sexual games they
would play that afternoon.
"Take off your clothes, Tommy, and let's take a
shower. Jack and I have been at it for almost an
hour and I'm a bit sticky."
After the shower, during which we felt each other's
flesh tenderly with the tips of our fingers, we
dried thoroughly under the heating lamp of the
bathroom until our skin was smooth to the touch.
Once we were on the bed I leaned on an elbow and
gazed at Sara's pale, slender body as she
stretched, fully at peace, her eyes half closed. I
stroked her lightly, here and there, savoring the
feel of her soft skin.
We slowly worked ourselves into the act until we
were united. We did not seek pleasure,
although we both knew that we would experience
it. We made love gently, although in the past,
when we were not trying to make a baby, we had
been quite wild together.
"God, Tommy! Oh, God, Tommy," she eventually
cried out.
I had been holding back, waiting for this moment. I
pushed deeply into her and spewed my seed
copiously, whimpering at each spurt.
"Quickly, raise me up," she urged.
I knelt on the bed and held her legs aloft, her body
supported by her back and shoulders. We
didn't want my sperm to leak out, but to remain
inside of her for awhile.
"I think that we did it this time, Tom. I just have
the feeling that we did," Sara said, smiling up
at me from her awkward position. "I'll have to
mark the calender."
* * *
Sara missed her next period, and the truth of her
pregnancy was confirmed by lab tests. We
stopped seeing them after that. We did not go to
their place and they did not call us. We
understood. Besides we had other matters to
concern us. Alice's mother died, and after the
funeral she would be returning to us.
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