Chapter 8

Nobody had ever cried when they saw me, and when Jill opened the door and pulled me in and cried, I got a boner. I’d have gotten one anyway, but it felt so good to hold her and comfort her. Tasha ignored us and found Clarice, sitting in a battery operated swing. She picked her up and cooed at her and by the time Jill stopped kissing me (and rubbing against my boner) we heard her say, “I want one just like you.”

“No, you do not,” said Jill, who went and took the baby and handed her to me.

“I don’t know how to hold a baby!” I yelped.

“Just don’t drop her and you’ll figure it out,” said Jill.

Then she hugged Tasha while I held this surprisingly big, surprisingly heavy little human at arm’s length. She had big, brown eyes that studied me and seemed to say, “I’m not real impressed if you don’t even know how to hold me.” I glanced over and saw Tasha and Jill kissing and I said, “Hurry up. I don’t think she likes me.”

They broke apart and for the next half hour I was tortured for being ignorant about babies. I was taught how to hold one, and how to talk to one and then how to put a diaper on one. I gagged when I took the old one off, but once it was folded up and in the diaper pail it wasn’t so bad. Then I had to clean her and because she had a vagina I had to learn how to clean her properly. I hadn’t even thought of that. And then I was glad women did that because I had eaten some pussy and it was nice there wasn’t any poop hanging around there. When I commented that her pussy looked just like Jill’s (bald) I was called a pervert. I wasn’t asked to change her diaper again, though, so I guess being a pervert can be a good thing.

The first night we were there was a bit tumultuous. Jill wanted us both to sleep with her. What she had in mind was for me to fuck her and for Tasha to suck all my semen out. And then I was supposed to fuck Tasha and Jill would return the favor. The fly in that ointment was that they wanted me to do this quickly, meaning I’d cum in one of them and ten minutes later I’d cum in the other one. I’m good, but I’m not that good.

So, since Tasha got my dick in her daily, I mounted Jill first. It was very difficult to avoid spurting, because her embrace and her voice made it clear she was extremely happy to see me and while she loved my penis, she loved me, too. I gave her half a dozen orgasms, during which she cried again and Tasha’s head got in the way as she “kissed Jill all better”. Her breasts also leaked milk all over, which I didn’t care about. Tasha, on the other hand, tried to lick her clean and when Jill invited her to suck a nipple, she did. I heard her swallow and then I interrupted them.

“I’m close,” I panted. “Can I cum in you?”

“Now he asks,” panted Jill. Then she kissed me and said, “You better.”

“Are you on birth control?” I asked.

“Now he asks,” Jill grunted. She kissed me again and said, “No, I am not.”

I started to pull out of her and her legs clamped hard around me.

“In me, Bobby,” she moaned. “I haven’t felt this in so long, I need to feel your love making me wet inside.”

So I spermed her but good and whispered in her ear, “I hope I’m not getting you pregnant again.” She whined and grunted and yipped until she went limp. She wouldn’t let me get off of her until she caught her breath. She looked up at me and said, “Are you sorry you got me pregnant with Clarice?”

“No,” I said. “I just think we should space them two years apart. I want to breed you four times but I don’t want to wear you out.”

Suddenly there were more tears in her eyes, as Tasha slapped me hard on my ass and called me a jerk.

Jill pulled my face down for a kiss, though, and she whispered, “Thank you. I love you, Bobby.”

I whispered, “I know. That’s why I love you, too,” and then I was being rolled off of her so Tasha could get between her legs. It took her ten minutes to decide all my dangerous sperm was out of her, during which Jill had more orgasms and cried some more! They cuddled for five minutes and then Jill sucked me until she got me hard so I could get inside Tasha.

This was something we were more used too, so things weren’t quite as frenetic. I ground against her clit, though, and when she said she was going to cum, I said, “I want the four I have with you to be two years apart, too.” Her pussy went absolutely wild and her eyes got big and she gasped and bit my lip while I was kissing her.

“You don’t play fair,” said Jill, as she pushed her head between us to kiss Tasha and tell her she’d help protect her against my crazy desire to impregnate every woman in sight.

I gave her one more orgasm before I groaned and filled her up. I rolled off of her immediately and Jill began to avidly suck my cum out of my sister’s pussy.

Interestingly, the women only wanted to make love once that night, both with me and each other. They did insist on making a Bobby sandwich as we slept, and we all slept naked. Clarice was sleeping through the nights, so Jill didn’t have to get up until morning. She fed Clarice right away, because her breasts were full and on the edge of being painful.

I went to watch, primarily because I thought seeing Jill breast feed my daughter was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. When Clarice spit out the nipple Jill put the baby on her shoulder and patted her back to burp her.

“Can I do that?” asked Tasha, who I didn’t even know had joined us.

“Yes,” said Jill. “Have you ever done it before?”

Tasha nodded and said, “My cousin had a baby and I got to burp him.”

When Tasha had Clarice on her shoulder Jill stood up. She took my hand and said, “She only emptied one breast. I need to pump the other one so it doesn’t hurt. You want to watch?”

Of course I wanted to watch, and as she got the stuff together to do that, and started, I watched little rivulets of white trickle down the sides of the bottle the suction thing was attached to.

“You want a taste?” she asked.

“What does it taste like?” I asked.

“It’s sweet,” she said.

“And it’s okay? I won’t hurt you?”

“Don’t suck hard,” she said. “Remember the first time you sucked my nipples? You did it fast and light?”

“Yes,” I said. “I almost passed out because I was so excited.”

“Do it like that.”

So she took the pump away and offered me the nipple. When I put my lips around it I tasted that sweet instantly, and when I gently pulled, I got enough to swirl around on my tongue. Two more sucks and I needed to swallow.

“That feels so good,” she moaned. “It feels completely different than when Clarice does it.”

“I like doing it,” I said.

“Go ahead and empty it,” she said.

“I don’t want to steal from my daughter,” I said.

“She almost never takes milk from both of them, and I always make more before she sucks again. You don’t have to worry about me running out.”

So I gently sucked and swallowed until I wasn’t getting much. Then I kissed her. When that broke, she said, “I’m glad you got me pregnant, Bobby. I love Clarice. I wasn’t too crazy about being pregnant, but when you were in me last night I felt the urge. And when you said you wanted four, I had a new kind of orgasm. I wish we could do that. I really do.”

“Then why can’t we?” I asked. “After I graduate, what would keep us from living together?”

“Your job?” she said.

“I’m getting a degree in elementary education,” I said. “I can use that anywhere, and they’re short of teachers everywhere. I can come here.” She seemed to think and I said, “Unless there’s a boyfriend or potential new husband in the works. I don’t want to get in the way of that.”

“You’re sweet,” she said. “I swore never to get married again, and there is no boyfriend. I can go a year without sex. If you can visit me once a year that is all I need.”

“So you don’t want me to come here after gradation?”

“I didn’t say that,” she said. “There would be issues to resolve and I think we should have this conversation closer to your graduation. Maybe even after you graduate. That’s a long time away and things may change.”

“I’m living with my sister,” I said. “I’m not going to date anybody. I don’t want to waste money on something I already know won’t develop into anything.”

“And what if Tasha decides she wants to meet some men and explore new relationships?”

“Then she can,” I said. “If you can go a year without, then I can, too.”

“You’re so sweet,” she said, “but you have no idea what it is like to be celibate for that long. If anything like that happens I won’t hold you to it.”

“As long as I know you love me, that’s all I’ll care about,” I said.

“I’m fifteen years older than you, Bobby,” she said. “I’m what they call a cougar. People tend to look down on cougars, especially cougars who let their very young boyfriends knock them up.”

“If you can ignore them, I can, too,” I said.

“When you’re thirty-five and in the prime of your life, I might be going through menopause.”

“That means you won’t be able to have a baby, right?”

“Among other things,” she said, dryly. “I might be a quarrelsome old woman.”

I smiled.

“Jill, you’re going to be a stone fox until you are well into your sixties. By then I might have erectile dysfunction. I want to grow old with you, even if you get there first.”

“That’s a huge commitment,” she said. “Let’s wait and talk about that later.”

“Okay. Can I keep coming to see you?”

“You better,” she said. “Your daughter needs to know you.”

“I’ll happily hold my daughter and get to know her, as long as I get to hold her mother more. And I won’t ever tell her that her pussy looked just like her mother’s when she was a baby.”

“Why, oh why was I ever so foolish as to seduce you?” she sighed.

“You’re a cougar,” I said. “Cougars operate on instinct and are predators. You had to hunt. I was just lucky enough to become your prey.”

“I’m going to go spend some time with Tasha,” she said. “You take care of your daughter and get to know her.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said. “Kiss Tasha for me.”

“If I kiss her, it will be for me,” she said.

“As it should be,” I said, holding up both hands in surrender.

“If she cries and you can’t calm her down by rocking her and singing to her, she will probably be hungry.”

“If that happens I will discreetly knock and request your milky breast.”

“You don’t have to knock. Your sister and I actually sit and have conversations about lots of things. We don’t end up in bed within the first ten minutes of an interaction. You might want to learn how to do that, for times when I may not be in the mood for your sexual hijinks.”

“I’m sensing you are unhappy with me,” I said.

“Sometimes you’re frustrating, that’s all.”

“I don’t want to frustrate you. How can I learn not to do that?”

“We can have that conversation later,” she said.

“In bed?”

She closed her eyes and sighed.

“Your first lesson is I want to do things other than fucking you,” she said.

“Got it,” I said. “We can talk about what that entails later.”

“Good boy,” she said.

Then she went to just talk to my sister. I picked up Clarice and sat down in the rocking chair next to her crib. I held her hands and helped her stand up on my lap. She grinned and then her knees gave out and she plopped back down. She wanted to do it again, so we played stand up/sit down for ten minutes. Then I told her a story about an ogre who captured a beautiful maiden.

“I’m the ogre and your mama is the beautiful maiden,” I whispered.

I got a little graphic about what the ogre did to the beautiful maiden and then realized what I was doing. I knew she didn’t understand me, but I made it more PG-13 and less X.

“And the beautiful maiden tamed the ogre and they had a beautiful little baby. That’s you,” I ended in a whisper.

I looked up and found both Jill and Tasha standing in the open door, looking at me.

“You know there’s a baby monitor in here, don’t you?”

“What’s a baby monitor?” I asked.

“Give Clarice to Tasha and come with me,” she said.

I handed Clarice over to her aunt and followed Jill to the bedroom, where she and Tasha had been doing whatever they had been doing. Suddenly I heard Tasha’s voice.

“Your father is not an ogre, because if he was that makes you half ogre and you’re much too beautiful to be any percentage of ogre. You need to remember that as you grow up.”

“Baby monitor,” said Jill.

“Oh. I didn’t know anybody could hear me. I was just making up a story.”

Jill pulled me into her arms.

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