Chapter 24

Cha-rie untied the knot between her breasts that was barely holding her top together. She slipped the top backwards and let it slide down her arms behind her before catching it and tossing it to the couch. She was wearing a completely sheer, black bra that made the top look enormous.

Before I had much time to react to the heavenly vision, she slipped her hands under her short skirt and wiggled herself out of her satin panties; tossing them next to her discarded top.

She said, “Ah, so much bettar. I can breathe again!”

I asked, “Are you ok to clean again now?”

Char-rie said, “I yem fin cleaning for today.”

Disappointed, I said, “Oh, well: thank you for your services, Cha-rie. You were fantastic!”

She replied, “Silly monsieur Mann! I yem no fin with services; just cleaning!”

She walked up to me, got on her knees and finished the job of freeing my rigid cock before tentatively stroking it for a few moments.

I made a joke and said, “Lisa never did this when she came here...”

Cha-rie said, “That iz why she iz fire ... I try now to give vous good job.”

After a few more gentle strokes, it looked like Cha-rie was going to give me a really nice hand job. It surprised me when it quickly transitioned into a blow job ... Cha-rie’s red wavy hair bounced in my lap as she gave me one incredible oral experience!

She was so good, that my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I wanted to cum already, but I was not even close yet. I looked down just in time to see her peeking up at me. Our eyes met for a second and she tried to keep from smiling at my expression before going back ‘to work’. She bobbed almost furiously up and down while occasionally plunging all of the way down and holding there.

She began going all of the way down more and more often until she began to get used to having my cock going down her throat. Cha-rie began going all of the way down and then bobbed herself slightly; forcefully pushing her face into my pelvis. Despite receiving the best blowjob ever performed, I was still not ready to cum!

Cha-rie took a break to ask, “Iz ‘ok’ job I do for vous?”

I said, “It’s so much better than just ‘ok’! It’s incredible!”

She asked, “But why vous not...”

I said, “I don’t know. I just can’t get there yet.”

She offered, “I ‘elp vous get there.”

Not waiting for me to accept her ‘offer for help’, she stood, turned around and began to sit on my lap while guiding my cock to the best place on Earth (or anywhere, as far as I was concerned). My cock disappeared right in front of me as Cha-rie lowered herself to me. I held on to her hips as she began to rock and grind on my lap.

She began to hum and said, “Oh, Oui Monsieur; oui!” Then she collected herself long enough to say, “Vous tell me before vous ‘get there’? I not ‘ave birth control and I want fin good job!”

I promised to tell her before I would cum and she went back to rocking and bouncing her ass on my lap. Each time she would raise up, it was clear to me just how turned on she was: my cock had a heavy coating of her fluids all over it. It was so thick that it looked like I was wearing an opaque condom!

Cha-rie began to bounce in earnest and her hands went up to help steady her head while she began to scream. Suddenly her pussy clamped and pulsed while her juices squirted out, covering my lap. Even though she was looking away from me, it was too much to take and my orgasm began to build incredibly fast.

I said, “It’s coming soon!”

She jumped off of my lap and, without hesitation, swallowed my cock down while looking up at me with her beautiful green eyes full of anticipation. I blew my load with such force that it made the main gun of a tank look like a cork gun; Cha-rie was lucky to have survived the blast!

She sealed her lips around my erupting cock and refused to surrender a drop of what I gave her. Even with the orgasm subsided, she continued the blowjob until there was no trace of fluids left behind. Once satisfied, she stood and began collecting the discarded parts of her uniform and she put them back on.

Cha-rie said, “Vous are ‘appy with job, monsieur Mann?”

I replied, “Oh yes, Cha-rie! I’m very happy—you are the best!”

She replied, “Merci! If that iz all, I will see vous next time?”

I said, “Yes; and I certainly look forward to it!”

Cha-rie said, “I az well; Au revoir!”

Cha-rie walked back into the bedroom and I watched her until the door closed behind her. I marveled at how I never got tired or bored of looking at her, how sexy she was and the way she kept things interesting. I was lost in thought about my Cherry when, a few minutes later, she came back out from the bedroom wearing what she had on before ‘Cha-rie’ came to visit. Cherry sat on my lap and she was clearly no longer in character.

She said, “I’m so sorry, Babe...”

Confused, I asked, “Sorry? For what?”

She explained, “I laid down for a minute back there and passed out. I guess I just needed a nap.”

I smiled and said, “That’s ok.”

She asked, “Anything interesting happen while I was out?”

Still smiling, I said, “Nothing much; the cleaning lady was here—a new girl; had a bit of a French accent.”

Cherry looked around and asked, “Did she do a good job? Was she thorough?” I answered, “Yeah, she was great. She even wore a nice uniform; made her look more professional.”

“Was she cute?” Cherry ‘wondered’.

I slowly nodded my head and said, “I have to admit: she was pretty attractive.”

We both started to laugh and neither one of us could be declared a ‘loser’ for being the first to laugh. We spent the rest of the day relaxing on the couch together. Sometimes we were just spending quality time in silence; other times we were trying to decide on baby names or going over the millions of other things we needed to get done in the next seven months before the baby arrived.

The next morning, Olivia called to thank us again for helping her and Amanda like we did. They decided to go back home early so they could get a head start on making arrangements for moving back. We asked them to stay in touch and to let us know if there were any ‘developments’; they promised that they would, of course.

Olivia said to Cherry, “I can’t believe I’m going to have a baby before you! I always thought you’d have one first.”

Cherry said, “Hey: you don’t even know if you’re pregnant yet. I still might beat you to it!”

Olivia thought for a few seconds and said, “Oh, my god...”

Cherry simply asked her, “What?”

Olivia replied, “You’re pregnant.”

Cherry tried to keep the secret a little longer, but her stammering for a story told the truth.

Olivia became excited and said, “You ARE! You’re pregnant! How far along?”

Cherry admitted, “I’m at eight weeks.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Olivia asked.

Cherry said, “I don’t know; I guess I wanted to surprise you later.”

The two life-long friends began chatting with excitement about babies and all that comes with them; it was too adorable to watch. They talked for at least an hour before Olivia had to end the call because of a low battery.

Several weeks later, we got a card from Olivia and Amanda announcing Olivia’s pregnancy. The card was ‘classy’, reading: “Morning sickness blows chunks! But I wouldn’t trade it for anything!” and there was a printed picture of two positive home pregnancy testers.

Cherry called to congratulate Olivia (and Amanda, too) on the baby. She asked about why she took two tests and Olivia said the box came with two and they just wanted to be sure there wasn’t a mistake. It would also have been a waste to just throw the second one away, so getting the ‘second positive’ made sense.

Between doctor’s appointments and ultrasounds, buying things for the baby, and work, the next several months flew by in a flash! But once a week Cherry would put on one particular outfit and I took a full length profile picture of her to document the progress of her pregnancy.

We knew this was not exactly an original idea, but we both liked the simple photo documentary. We elected to be surprised and not find out the sex of the baby during the ultrasounds. This drove both of our families nuts, but we found it more exciting to wait.

Olivia and Amanda decided not to wait and discovered she was having a little boy. They asked if I could help with ‘boy stuff’ as he got older; neither Olivia nor Amanda knew much about things like fishing, camping, or making tree forts ... I, of course, told them I would love to help; to spend time with him as frequently as possible.

It wasn’t until seven months after helping Olivia and Amanda that they were able to finally find work and make their move to our area. Cherry was ready to deliver any day and, other than her full, round stomach and now larger breasts, she looked like she hadn’t gained a pound.

She and Olivia wanted to get together before Cherry delivered so they could spend some time together while they were both pregnant and to get a few pictures since the occasion would never happen again (Olivia was only having the one baby, after all). We made plans to meet at a nice restaurant for dinner.

Olivia called Cherry and I from the restaurant to tell us they were already there and waiting for us. Normally we would have been there already, but clearly when you are nine months pregnant, you don’t move as quickly as you once did. Olivia understood and said to ask the hostess to be seated with the ‘Hart party’.

We arrived a few minutes later and the hostess sat us with Olivia right away. Amanda was not there. Olivia struggled slightly to get up when she saw Cherry and the two friends hugged while holding their swollen bellies to the side. They were talking before they even took their seats; remaking how great the other looked. I helped push Cherry’s chair in for her before taking my own seat.

Cherry asked, “Where is Amanda? I thought she was joining us?”

Olivia said, “Oh, she’s here! She just had to use the ladies’ room.”

Cherry whispered, “Your boobs are getting big!”

Olivia said, “I know; almost a C cup now. But look who’s talking!”

The conversation quickly turned back to all things ‘baby’ and I more-or-less just listened to them carry on. A few minutes later, Olivia saw Amanda coming up from behind me and said, ‘oh, here she comes now’.

As I turned to look, I was reminded of the first time I ever saw Amanda and how she was not at all what I had been expecting (I had been expecting a man... ). Ironically, Amanda was once again not at all what I was expecting to see. She was still Amanda, of course. However, her stomach was bigger than Olivia’s.

When she saw Amanda, Cherry’s face seemed to match my reaction: complete and utter shock. Amanda just smiled and sat next to her wife while they both said in unison, ‘surprise’.

Cherry was unable to speak with her mouth hanging open; I just stammered until I agreed, “Yeah: very surprised!”

They just smiled and Amanda said, “You have some pretty strong swimmers there, David.”

I recalled our ‘procreation session’ and how my orgasm began while pushing into Amanda before I pulled back out and released the rest of it inside of Olivia. I didn’t think it likely (or even possible) that Amanda would become pregnant from one partial load, but in hind-sight, everyone knows it only takes one sperm cell to get there and do the job.

Cherry finally gathered herself and said, “We ... did not see that coming. Why didn’t you tell us?”

Olivia said, “We wanted to see the looks on your faces—priceless, by the way!”

Amanda said, “And you haven’t even heard the best part yet!”