Chapter 20

Andi’s sleep was filled with dreams of love and loving, of being lifted on clouds of affection. Slowly her dream shifted, and the twins were infants again, and she was nursing both of them at the same time, her breasts heavy with milk, her babies suckling and drawing their life-giving nourishment from her. She felt something sweet, loving, and pure, something sensual, maternal, and nurturing. Not a scream and a shout, but a sigh and a purr.

Her dream shifted. She was back in the sauna in the cabin and she felt hands touching, stroking, caressing. Her feelings shifted from sensual to erotic and she bathed in the sensations. There was a high voltage connection between her nipples and her clit. She gasped and found it hard to breathe. There was a cock pressing against her from behind, not against her soaked pussy but against her virgin anus. She could feel the cock throb against her little rosebud and she thought not about pulling away but pushing back, to open to the sizeable thing and to swallow it with her virgin ass.

Her eyes suddenly flew open, and she was on the couch, spooning Paul again. His hand was cupping her breast, but it was her hand holding it there. His cock was erect with wanting, pushing against her. Paul wasn’t humping her, but he was holding her tight. She eased out from under his arm and turned around and studied his cock, its head poking out past the waistband of his pajama pants. “Poor thing,” she whispered, “let me set you free.” She untied his pajama pants and pulled back the waistband, exposing his cock.

It was dark in the media room, nearly pitch black, but there was just enough light from the adjacent room to allow her to see his throbbing cock. “You want inside me so bad. I want you in me too,” she sighed, her fingernails running up and down his cock. Its throbbing becoming more urgent with every stroke. She was fascinated. She had never seen a man get this excited by her fingernails. In pre-med, she had degraded herself so much, yet as she fucked her way through pre-med, her grades remained high. ‘Aggressively high’ is how her counselor described her grades (as she blew him). But her grades were legitimate. She has that high of an intellect.

Paul’s cock was practically jerking now from the light ministrations of Andi’s fingernails. “Soon, very soon you’re going to be mine, and we’re going to have so much fun,” she whispered, then she remembered what Mama Giardino had said. Paul groaned in his sleep. His hips arched and his testicles tightened up. “Do you have a son waiting in there for me?” she whispered, then her mouth gently closed over his cock, her tongue laving on the sensitive underside.

The only warning she got was when Paul groaned “Oh my baby!” in his sleep and her mouth filled with a gusher of his semen. Drinking eagerly, Andi realized Paul has a taste that she fully intended to drink solely. Spurt after spurt, she swallowed, and she enjoyed her man, as much as she enjoyed calling him daddy. As his cock softened in her mouth, he moaned, “Oh my baby,” one last time.

“He must be dreaming of me,” she hoped as she gently pulled back and knelt on the floor next to him. She eased back down, sitting on her feet, her nightgown bunched at her waist. Andi felt herself and found her thighs soaked with her fluids. Her clit was trembling and as she touched it, she gasped. She planned to masturbate next to the couch, but she was wound up so tight by her dreams and the musky taste of her man’s cum still lingering on her tongue that her next orgasm was going to be a screamer.

Andi rose and wandered into the adjoining room, and found that it was a gym. There were free weights, a couple of interesting benches for leg work, all designed to use the free weights. She also noticed that there were two treadmills side by side, two exercise bikes side by side, and two arm bikes side by side. “You really were feathering a nest,” she whispered. There was a large screen TV, a very nice sound system, and off to the side, a shower room. There was a dressing area with hooks and bars for hanging items of clothing, a bench, and shelves for whatever product one might feel necessary. The door leading into the shower was glass and inside Andi found the shower was nothing like what she expected for a gym. The walls were dark marble or faux marble. She never really could tell the difference. But so were the ceiling and the benches. She could see the faucets, but no shower heads.

This bore considerable investigation. She shrugged off her nightgown and stepped into the shower. There was a control panel marked ‘Steam’ so she hit a few buttons, but other than some gurgling behind the walls, nothing happened. She looked around more.

The area wasn’t large and there were two sets of complicated water controls, so obviously this amazing shower was set up for two people. She went up to one set of controls and played with it and she discovered the shower head was actually in the ceiling behind a panel that looked like a speaker cover. Water rained gently from the ceiling or blasted like a fire hose. She was able to manipulate shower temperature, intensity, pulse rates and suspected that there was a lot more. She also noticed that there was also a ‘speaker cover’ panel for stations that ran from about shoulder level to nearly the floor. By playing with the controls for both showers, she found that one shower was set for a normal person and the water jets would massage the shoulder blades, mid back, and glutes. The other shower was clearly set for Paul and was aimed too high for Andi.