Chapter 5

Dr. Maggie Sanders heard their stories at dinner that night, and was amazed. The world didn’t work this way, she knew that like she knew the sky was blue, but her recent experience told her that maybe she was mistaken about that. She talked with Dr. Cole and grew even more certain that there were things here that defied scientific explanation so far. The best science could offer at the moment was to describe what was happening, but explaining why it was happening just wasn’t possible yet. Yet she was here to employ science in the service of the inexplicable, so that was what she would do, and she would evidently very much enjoy it, at least sexually. Having a place to indulge and sate her less socially acceptable appetites, and then to be able to go out and maintain her career without fear of being overcome by those appetites, was an advantage that she could not pass up.

Exactly one week later, Julie went into labor. It was the most unusual labor and delivery that Dr.

Sanders had ever seen -- instead of labor pains, the term “labor pleasures” might have been more correct. That is to say, Julie felt all the same sensations that every other woman in delivery feels, but with a tremendous endorphin release that blunted the sensation of pain drastically and gave her sensations of euphoric pleasure. Julie felt like a goddess giving birth. There was pain, but it was as difficult to focus on as listening to a single violin in the middle of an orchestra playing the fourth movement of Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony; there was simply too much glory and majesty happening around it to keep track of it.

Julie gave birth to a beautiful baby girl after being in labor for four hours. Beverly and Terri, who of course had given birth before, were jealous of the ease and joy with which it happened for Julie. Beverly joked later that she didn’t know how to feel about Julie never once calling Jim an”evil bastard for knocking me up!” She looked at Jim and assured him that unless Julie’s magical birth happened for her, too, she was going to call him that, and worse, when her time came. Jim said he understood, and she could call him anything she wished during her delivery whether or not there was pain, but if she said that, he reserved the right to make jokes about her telling him that his parents were never married after the event. Beverly looked at him a moment, and then belly-laughed.

Julie named the baby Jamie Marie, and nursed her using her lower breasts, which were fully lactating now, but never her upper ones. Julie remarked that the nipples on her lower breasts didn’t feel like the upper ones -- they didn’t give her the same stimulation, and didn’t make her cum, or even feel particularly horny, just incredibly happy and satisfied to be nursing her baby.

She and Jim both glowed with love and delighted pride.

Jamie weighed 8 pounds at birth, and had a head full of flame red hair. Maggie had been concerned about defects because of the genetic overlap of her parents, but she was perfectly healthy, with no defects or birthmarks or blemishes. Dr. Cole told her that he suspected the extra

“helper” cells in Jim’s ejaculate may be responsible, and said that if his mother Beverly’s baby was similarly defect-free, that would strengthen his hypothesis. He also wondered if those

“helper” cells had done something to make Julie’s delivery so pain-free. Maggie did not share that last speculation with the others, not wanting to get anyone’s hopes up unduly.

Julie still required her milking sessions for her upper breasts, and Beverly or Bethany would usually stay with the baby during these sessions. If Jamie required a feeding during a session, Beverly would happily nurse her; Beverly got quite good at holding a relaxed nursing pose while having an orgasm, so the baby wasn’t disturbed. She suspected this would become a handy skill later when she would be providing the primary nourishment for her own infant.

Julie kept Jamie in a crib in her private bedroom when she was not with her -- though Julie was never far away -- while the nursery wing was being built. She and Jim were very attentive parents, and both learned the joys of changing diapers, wearing a towel over one shoulder during burping sessions, and discovering sleep deprivation.

When he wasn’t with Julie and the baby, Jim spent a lot of time with Bethany, who was riding a bit of an emotional roller-coaster. She was beginning to show, and feeling a bit unattractive. Jim would take her on walks, holding hands and talking. One day, Jim stopped her under the shady oak tree where they’d spent an erotic interlude a few weeks before. There was now a backless cement bench under the tree, near the trunk, and Jim invited Bethany to sit down. He sat facing her with one leg on either side of the bench, and wrapped his arms around her.

“I love you,” he told her, and he nibbled her ear.

“I don’t know why. I’m getting fat, I’m cranky, and I eat like a horse!”

“You are more lovely than the day I met you. You are like watching a sunrise; every moment that passes shows me more and more of your beauty. You make the world glow with it.”

“I’m starting to feel as big as a world!”

“A world of love and joy and amazing wonders! And packing an entire world of grace and adventure and wisdom into your perfect form is a profound miracle. Bethany, you are a goddess walking the Earth. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and I fall more deeply in love with you every day.”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel good,” she groused, unsuccessfully trying to hide a smile.

“Nope. I’m telling you the truth. I love my mother and Julie, but I’m in love with you. I’ve never been in love before. I want to give you the world! I wish I could bottle sunny days from every season, the magic of snow falling in the woods, the joy of birds in flight, and the beauty of the harvest moon on a cool autumn night, just to give to you. I want to be with you, near you, all the time. I always want you in my arms.”

Tears were falling down Bethany’s face. “No one has ever said anything like that to me.”

“I don’t know why not,” Jim said. “You deserve much higher praises. You could inspire great poets and musicians. In another time, you would have troubadours competing just to win a smile from you.”

“Okay, it’s getting a bit thick, now!”

“No. Stop that. I’m telling you the truth. You are all these things and so much more!”

Bethany’s tears became sobs, and she hugged Jim tightly, saying, “I love you, too!” She kissed him passionately, and wetting his face and lips, and he tasted her tears. He pulled back, looking her in the eye, and said, “Every change your body goes through is a wonderful and lovely miracle. You are growing our baby. I love you from toenails to hair tips, every millimeter, every pore, every tear, every laugh and every glare.”

“I don’t glare at you!”

“You will,” replied Jim.

Bethany glared at him. “See?” said Jim, smiling.

“It’s amazing,” she said, “how wonderful this feels when it happens to you, and how cheesy this sounds when it’s not you! If I were watching this in a movie, I’d be rolling my eyes and trying not to vomit, but when you say these things to me, it’s like there’s a chorus of angels singing.”

“I know what you mean! I’m listening to this coming out of my mouth, but every word is true, and they’re coming from the depths of my heart.”

“Okay, enough, enough!” said Bethany. “How is Julie today?”

“Happy. She’s happy when the baby cries at 3 AM, she’s happy when she’s changing her diapers, she’s happy when Jamie burps up her breakfast on her ... it’s kind of making me crazy how happy about it all she is! I mean, I love Jamie, but damn! Babies are a lot of work!” Jim sighed. “She’s very happy being a mommy.”

Bethany said, “I hope you don’t mind if I use the nursery a lot. I have no idea how I’ll be as a mother. Actually, I’m kind of terrified. Last night I had a nightmare that I gave birth to that monster out of Alien, all teeth and slime. I wished you were there to hold me!”

“Don’t worry, love, you are going to have a beautiful, gentle, and sweet baby! Besides, they don’t have teeth at first, although there is some slime every now and again! He paused as Bethany glared at him again. “Sorry, sorry, just joking! Listen, if ever I’m not there and you want to be held and cuddled and reassured, come and climb in bed with me! I’m usually with Julie and Jamie, but neither her nor mom would mind if you need to cuddle up with us! I’ll try to sleep with you more often. I’m just sorry I can’t be there every night!” He paused, and then shrugged, “This is so weird, saying that! Dividing my time like this is crazy! But I feel guilty if I’m not there to help Julie with the baby! It won’t be long before I’ll have to sprint between bedrooms and babies.

Oh, my God! What am I going to do?”

“We’ll figure it out. I’ll have a talk with the other mothers,” said Bethany.

“And Susan! Poor Susan is not getting nearly enough of my attention, but it’s not like we even have much of a relationship! I mean, she’s nice enough, and we’re kind of friends, but it’s not even like we really have a sexual relationship. And I have no idea where to even begin. This is so unfair to her!”, said Jim. “I mean, I would never have had sex with her that night, but she was wiggling her hips at me when she was bent over and sucking her mom’s toes and shoes, and I ... just wasn’t thinking about what might happen. I really don’t get the shoe thing. I mean, intellectually I understand it is a fetish that people have, but I just don’t have a happy button there at all. I don’t know how to have a good male-female supportive relationship with someone with whom I have so little common ground.”

“So do what you’re doing with me, right now. Walk with her, talk to her, hug her, let her know that you care for her, that she won’t be abandoned. I think that’s what she fears most right now.

And for the rest, I think she is in much the same relationship boat as you. We’ll find a way to make adjustments for her sexual needs, and I’ve even got some ideas for that, but right now, she needs your friendship and support, and that, I feel certain, will lead to love for both of you.

Probably not like ours, or you and your mom’s, or you and your sister’s, but love all the same, and in its own way.”

“This is all so confusing,” Jim groaned. “But you’re right. I’ll follow your advice. It’s definitely a good place to start.”

“Good. Now, give me a moment,” said Bethany and she reached behind the bench and pulled out a blanket, spread it on the bench and in front of it in the shade of the oak, reached for his hand and drew him to lay down on the blanket. She removed his shoes and socks, undid his pants and pulled them off, took his shirt off, and kissed him. She started softly and lovingly, but the kiss grew in intensity as she trailed her fingernails down his chest, past his navel, and then from the base of his cock to the spot on the underside of its head that made him growl with need. She then stopped, stood again, and asked him, “Do you like my shoes?”

Jim, who had closed his eyes during the kiss and stroking and tickling, opened his eyes and looked at her with confusion. “Uh ... what?”

“My shoes. They’re black stilettos. They match my very short skirted uniform that you’re looking up right now. Do you like my shoes? The way they make my legs look so sexy, how they sculpt my calves? That’s what they’re designed to do, you know, make a woman’s legs look sexy. Don’t you think my legs are sexy?”

“I think you are sexy, all of you, from your body to your mind to your voice and your...”

“Ahem. That’s not the question I asked. Do you think my legs are sexy?”

“Absolutely.”

“All because of a lovely pair of black stilettos.”

“Um, no. I love your sexy legs whether you’re wearing shoes or not.”

Bethany sighed. “You are being difficult!”

“I am?”

“Well, for my purposes at the moment, yes. Let’s try again. You think my legs are sexy?”

“I do.”

“All because of a lovely pair of black stilettos.”

“Ah. Those shoes do make your legs look sexy!” He paused. “Sexier!”

Bethany giggled. “I don’t want you to be incorrigible, I want you to be encourageable!”

“I am very, very encourageable,” he said, drawing his hand up her calf to her thigh, then under the hem of her uniform to stroke what he found there.

“Ah-ah! Not yet, sir!”

He pulled his hand back and looked down. His dick throbbed visibly.

“That’s a good boy. Now, look again at my legs - just my legs! Appreciate their sexiness. Now look lower, to my feet. What do you think of my feet? They are smooth, and well-shaped. Do you know women spend a lot of time making their feet as pretty as they can? They’re made silky smooth. The nails are pedicured and polished...”

“Polished? Your toenails aren’t polished!”

“They are. The polish is clear at the moment.”

“Oh,” said Jim.

“And what do you think of my feet?”

“They are beautiful and sexy,” replied Jim.

“Very good!” said Bethany, and Jim’s cock throbbed again.

“Now, sexy shoes are there to show off a woman’s feet, and to make her legs sexy. Don’t you think the black leather stiletto makes my foot sexier?”

“I do. You know, I never paid attention to your feet. They really are quite lovely.”

“Thank you, Jim. Do my feet and shoes turn you on?”

“The truth?” he asked.

“Yes,” Bethany replied.

“Not really. I mean, I like them, they are sexy, and your legs are sexy, but it’s because they are yours, and you are the sexiest woman in the world.”

Bethany sighed. “You’re right. You really don’t have a happy button there.” She straddled him and sat down on his cock, looking into his eyes as she smiled sexily as she slid it home inside her wetness. “Right now, I want you to fuck me and cum with me when I do.” She felt the answering twitch and throb that his cock gave when she told him what to do. He began thrusting upwards into her as she rode him, grinding him deep into her pussy. Abruptly she stopped, realizing that the position wasn’t as comfortable for her as usual. The pressure of Jim’s cock on her cervix, normally a fantastic feeling for her, felt ... wrong.

She called for a position change, and they rolled into the missionary position laughing as they tried to stay connected, and began again. “Carefully!” she told him as he began thrusting deeply again. Understanding, he began making love to her rather than the furious fucking they’d been doing before. He kept his weight on his hands and knees, and focused on the movements, drawing out almost completely with each stroke and then rocking far forward and using the upperside of his cock to rub her clitoris on the in-stroke, and on the out-stroke, shifting the angle of the stroke so that it rubbed the top walls of her pussy with a mild pressure.

After a few strokes like this, Bethany cried out, “Oh, God, yes! A little harder just like that!” Jim adjusted the pressure and angle of his strokes, watching her face. He placed one palm on her lower stomach just a bit above where her slight pubic hair ended, and pressed down lightly. He could feel the changes in pressure and tension caused by the passage of the end of his gentle thrusts with his hand on the out-strokes. He slowly increased the speed and pressure. Bethany moaned inpassion, “Oh, God, baby! You’re working fucking magic! Yes! Yes! Yes!“

The last “Yes!” was the spike of her orgasm, and she threw her head back and screamed as she flew over the edge. As she shook in spasms, he felt a blast of wetness cover his balls and thighs, and then he was lost in his own orgasm, his back arching like a bow and his cum blasting deep into her womb. He had the presence of mind to direct his fall to the side of her, and a few more streaks of cum flew from him onto her side and belly. They both floated on post-orgasmic clouds for a few minutes, then Jim got on his knees and bent down to tenderly kiss his lover’s lips. She opened her eyes and looked at him. “God, I love you!” she said.

“And I love you,” he replied smiling down at her.

“Baby, that was wonderful. You managed to get both my clit and my G-spot with your cock in that move!”

“I’m afraid we soaked the blanket.”

“Who cares? Just hold me!”

“As my lady wishes!” he replied, laying beside her and wrapping his arms around her.

They heard movement from about ten yards away, and turned to see the naked stablewoman masturbating and tweaking a nipple, legs spread wide, with her horse behind her. It was only a few moments before they heard her reach her climax. As she came down from that climax, Bethany called to her, asking her to come over. She blushed down to her navel, but walked over to the blanket, leaving the horse tied behind her.

“Mistress?” she asked.

“It’s Sherry, isn’t it?” asked Bethany. “It’s okay, please sit down.”

“Um ... thank you, mistress,” replied Sherry. She sat with her knees curled together to one side, still blushing.

“Sherry, you just watched us have sex, and we just watched you bring yourself to an orgasm.

Relax. It’s okay. We won’t bite,” said Bethany.

“I’m sorry! I saw you as I rode through a while back, and it was um, hot, what I saw, and then I saw you again today and I just stopped and ... it won’t happen again, mistress!”

“Sherry, it’s okay if it happens again. Mmm, you smell of horse, leather, sweat and sex! It’s part of your arrangement with Lord DeGraves that you ride nude?”

“Yes, mistress. All the time I spend with the horses I must be naked. It was a little strange at first, but now...”

“It makes you horny?” asked Jim.

“Yes, sir. Every time I exercise the horses I...”

“Sherry, my mother, my sister and I had an arrangement with Lord DeGraves. We understand.

What are the conditions of your arrangements with him, besides being naked around the horses?”

“That’s all, other than just taking good care of them. But I, I keep needing ... I think I’m going crazy.”

“Are you wanting to fuck the horses?” asked Bethany. “I don’t think that will work out for you dear, you are too small! A horse’s cock would tear you apart!”

“Well, I’ve been having fantasies like that, but I know I mustn’t. I’ve been rubbing myself on the saddles, though. Susan and Terri have been coming down and visiting me and the horses, some, and they’ve helped me. They always make me wear their high heels, and when I do, they’ll help me get off. I hope I haven’t messed up! I need the money for my parents!”

“I doubt it, but if Mason ... Lord DeGraves asks you about it, tell the truth. I know Lord DeGraves doesn’t want you to hurt yourself trying to scratch your itch by impaling yourself on a horse cock!

I will ask him. I suspect that there are ways to have your needs taken care of that will not violate your arrangement. Have you met Jeremy?”

“No, mistress, Just you, Lord DeGraves, Trish the cook, and Terri and Susan. I have to stay in the stables for the next month.”

“Do you like guys, Sherry, or just women?”

“Um, I really like guys! I wouldn’t have thought I was into women until Terri and Susan offered to help me and I was so horny I couldn’t see straight! Uh, no pun intended,” said Sherry.

“Well, we’ll see if we can’t have Jeremy deliver your meals to the stables, then. I’m sure he can help you as well. Would you like that?” asked Bethany.

“I think I would. I mean, he’s not like old or nasty or anything is he?”

“No, he’s rather handsome. And, of course, if you’re not interested, you can just take the food and not ask him to do anything else, he’ll just go back up to the house. If you think you might like him, ask him to stay while you eat and get to know him. He’s a nice guy, he won’t do anything you don’t want him to do!” said Bethany.

“Once your time in the stables is up, you should come up and visit us in the house,” said Jim.”I’ll tell Mom and my sister Julie to come down and visit, too. It’s sad that you’re down there all alone. We’ve been neglectful. I apologize for that. You’ll have more human company more often!”

“Sherry, may I kiss you? You smell delicious, and it’s turning me on,” said Bethany.

“Yes, mistress, I’d like that!”

“You can call me Bethany, or ma’am” if you wish. If you keep calling me mistress’ I will wind up insisting you act like a slave, and unless I’m mistaken, that is not one of your turn-ons, is it?

And would you like Jim to join in?”

“Thank you, Bethany, ma’am, and yes, I’d love for Jim to play with me, or us. I’m so horny all the time!”

Bethany reached over and pulled Sherry closer, onto all fours. She smelled her neck, then kissed it, then kissed her lips. Sherry made a little “oh!” sound and plunged into the kiss, Jim moved behind Sherry, and ran a finger up her still wet pussy, then down it to make little circles around her clit, which began to stand out needily. Sherry groaned with that need, and bit down lightly on Bethany’s neck.

“My dear, you really do smell delightful! The smell of horse and leather and pussy is so good! It makes me want to fuck so very much! I’m going to bring my double-headed dildo down next time!” exclaimed Bethany. As she said this, Jim inserted his two middle fingers into Sherry’s pussy, and began moving them in and out.

The “Oh!” that Sherry exclaimed was much louder and much more passionate this time. She thrust back onto Jim’s fingers and palm, and then moved forward again to lick up Bethany’s breast to her shoulder. Bethany moved a bit so that she was on her back under Sherry, propped upon her elbows. She crooked her knee up, and Sherry began grinding her clit on it, her pussy still filled with Jim’s stroking fingers. Sherry hugged Bethany and latched onto where her neck and shoulder met, sucking and nibbling.

After several minutes like this, Bethany lowered her knee and spread her legs. Sherry began grinding their clits together crying “Fuck me, oh, fuck me!” Bethany shot a glance at Jim and shook her head in a clear “No!” Jim, while turned on, was no dummy. He placed the middle fingers of his other hand inside Bethany, and began stroking her as well, rubbing the pads of his fingers against the top of her channel. Bethany cried out with an “Ah! Yes!” and ground into Sherry even harder. The sound of both women approaching orgasm was incredibly exciting, and Sherry went over the edge first, with a frantic last thrust as hard as she could against Bethany.

Jim got in another two strokes in Bethany’s pussy before she, too, climaxed, and Jim found his hand filled with and covered by her juices. The blanket had a sizable wet spot, but no one cared in the least.

“Oh, God,” sighed Sherry, cuddling against Bethany, rubbing her body against her like she couldn’t get enough skin touching her. She smelled Bethany’s skin, and raised herself to look into Bethany’s eyes. “Oh, thank you! Oh, that was soooo good!” She felt Jim removing his fingers and turned to him, “You are both so wonderful! Thank you!” She then saw Jim’s erection and said, “Let me take care of that for you!”

Jim lay beside Bethany, and told Sherry, “We can’t fuck. I’d make you pregnant. But if you want to do anything else, that would be really nice!”

Sherry got a wicked grin, and placed her hand on Bethany’s absolutely sopping pussy, collecting a palmful of her lubricant and reached over to take Jim’s cock in her hand. She rubbed it up and down for a moment, then rearranged herself so that she lay across Bethany’s body and took the head of Jim’s cock in her mouth. She stroked him and licked and sucked the head of his cock and concentrated on the magic spot just under the head on the outside. Bethany watched as Jim enjoyed the blow job, and felt Sherry grind her pussy into her hip. She watched and waited as the two got closer to orgasm. Sherry was obviously getting closer faster, and as she was reaching her third peak told Jim, “Come hard for me, Jim! Come now!“

Jim came like a fountain. Sherry got a large mouthful, and couldn’t swallow fast enough, so she pulled off just in time for the next eruption to cover her face, once, twice, and a third time before Jim’s orgasm was spent. Sherry’s face was dripping, and she gave a surprised “Wow! That was a lot!”

She hadn’t opened her eyes, so Bethany helped her to sit back. She said “Just stay there,” then began licking the cum from her face. Sherry licked around her lips, as far as her tongue would reach, then said, “It tastes good! I’ve done this before to guys, but it never tasted good like this before!”

Bethany’s tongue was occupied, so she just said, “Mmm-hmmm.”

Jim said, “I think it has to do with making deals with Lord DeGraves. It’s like anything to do with sex becomes good, like sex smells good or men or women’s cum tastes good even if it didn’t before. I think that even if you hated the taste or smell before, afterwards it becomes yummy.”

Bethany finished licking Sherry’s face clean, and said, “Essentially, yes. There’s a lot more to it, of course, like if you hadn’t tasted a woman before starting your arrangement, then didn’t during your arrangement, you might not like the smell or taste, and you might not find women attractive, but if you do it during your arrangement, you’ll like it, and might need it, afterwards. It all depends. You are likely to be quite bisexual after your arrangement ends. You will always be turned on by horses and their smell, and leather and its smell. You’ll like being naked. And so on.”

“Wow. I think I should be upset to hear that, but for some reason I’m not. Will I always have to fuck in stables or something, too?” asked Sherry.

“I suspect that stables will make you horny and want to fuck from now on, but I suspect you’ll be able to make love or have sex elsewhere as well. You might want to meet folks on your rides, like you did today, during the rest of your arrangement. But if you do that, you might find that you become an “outdoor” girl. Now, let me get your neck and shoulders. Jim, you really made a mess!”

“Well, you said Come hard,’ what did you expect?” laughed Jim.

“Good point. Mmmm,” said Bethany as she began licking and sucking Sherry’s neck. Sherry cooed, and snuck her hand towards her crotch.

Jim said, “Allow me,” and beat her to it, inserting his fingers into Sherry again, this time with a better angle. “Ahh, fuck yes!” sighed Sherry, sinking down onto the blanket again, legs spread.

Bethany followed her down, finished cleaning her neck and shoulders, and moved on to her breasts and nipples, and it was not long before Sherry was moaning and thrashing again. A little after that and Sherry had Bethany moaning and thrashing in return, and discovering that she liked Bethany’s taste as much as she liked Jim’s.

It was late afternoon when they got back to the house, and Bethany kept her promise, asking Trish to send Sherry’s meals down to the stable with Jeremy, and having him wait there while she ate to bring the dishes back up. She then told Jeremy to do the same, and asked if he would mind helping Sherry out during her arrangement. Jeremy was fine with that, and suggested that Susan and Terri accompany him sometimes. Bethany told him she thought that was a great idea.

Trish made cupcakes for dessert again that night, and sent Jeremy with dinner and dessert down to the stables. After dinner, DeGraves, Trish, and Noelle remained downstairs while the Galwins, Bethany, the Collins family, and Maggie adjourned upstairs.

Things started with Jim facing Susan while she straddled her mother’s ankle. Jim kissed her and played with her nipples as the cupcakes kicked in. Susan had discovered that she liked Jim, and while she still had a need for her mother’s shoes and feet, and her father taking pictures of them, she found that she was responding to Jim sexually as well. When Jim kissed his way down her body to begin licking her clit as she ground her pussy into her mother’s shin, she realized she’d actually backed up away from Terri’s shoe and foot to make room for him. This was a first for her. Beverly was behind Terri, fingering her with one hand, tweaking a nipple with the other, and biting and sucking her neck. Maggie had her hands on Bethany’s belly as she rubbed her face and tongue on Bethany’s pussy, and she tasted a hint of Jim’s sperm still inside it. Julie got between Jim’s legs and began deep throating him with gusto. Bethany reached over and began running her fingers into Julie’s pussy, working it much the way that Jim had worked her own earlier.

After several minutes, a chain reaction of orgasms swept the room. Folks spent a while recovering their breath, and Maggie looked over at Beverly and said, “You’re looking younger!

You’ve lost some weight, and your face is ... younger! I just noticed!”

“Really?! I guess pregnancy agrees with me!” Beverly giggled.

“You’re looking a bit younger yourself, Maggie,” said Jim.

“Yep, the crows feet are gone for both of you, and your skin is radiant. Yours, too, Terri. And William, you’ve lost some wrinkles yourself.”

“Oh, God, that makes me hot!” said Maggie. “Or is it the cupcakes?”

“Yes,” said Beverly, and everyone laughed.

Folks moved around to change partners, and Jim pulled Susan over to him, laid her down, and began kissing her. “Would you like me to make love to you?” he asked her, and she looked deeply into his eyes and said “Yes. Yes, I would!”

This time, as the others had sex around them, it was just the two of them, stroking and touching as they looked in each other’s eyes. Susan guided Jim’s cock into her pussy, and then pulled his butt forward with both hands, burying him deep inside her. It felt, to her, as if the sexual flying circus going on around them faded away, and it was just the two of them, making love, not just having sex. She felt something snap somewhere inside her, not in her body, but somewhere she couldn’t describe. She felt her heart open to him and take him inside herself, body, heart, and soul. When they came together, she cried with joy, and he kissed her, tasting her tears.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asked, afraid.

“Oh, no, not at all! I just ... I just ... Oh, just love me! I need you! I think I’ve fallen in love with you!” Susan cried.

Jim smiled at her, and kissed her again. “Then I will,” he said.

The next day it was Susan who walked with Jim. They stopped under the shady oak tree and sat on the bench.

“So, are you and your mother happy here?” Jim asked.

“Actually, yes, we are, and my Dad too. It’s feels so good to not be worried about the people around us finding out our secret and looking down their noses at us! And even if everyone has different kinks, there’s this ... I dunno, appreciation for each other. People accept each other here,” said Susan.

“I heard you met Sherry and have helped her out. Have you been down to see her a lot?”

“A few times. She was having a hard time. I’m glad that Bethany sent Jeremy down last night! I know she’s basically straight, and I know you’d wind up making her pregnant.”

“Yeah,” sighed Jim. “I mean, I worry about that. I’m even afraid to do anything with Julie now that she’s had Jamie. I fear that one day she’s going to put her milk in my coffee and next thing I know I’ll have fathered another baby. She really loves being a mommy. At least right now, Jamie is keeping her happy.”

“How do you feel about being the father of my baby?” asked Susan.

“Well, I’m happy, but I feel guilty, too. I mean, you didn’t really want to get pregnant, did you?”

“Actually, I think I kinda did. I mean, I talked with Julie, and she was so happy, and one day I knew I wanted to have kids. I didn’t expect for it to happen this soon, but now that it has, I’m okay with it happening now, and with you! You didn’t know I had a crush on you when we were in school, did you?”

“No, I didn’t, but I thought you were lovely and fun, and I was glad you were Julie’s friend so I got to see you every once in a while,” replied Jim.

“Really?” blushed Susan.

“Well, yeah! You were cute, and sweet, and when you got to high school you really became beautiful. Then Dad’s accident happened and everything changed. I would have asked you to the prom, but everything was crazy. I was lucky to graduate. I was sorry when you and Julie drifted apart and we didn’t see you at the house anymore.”

“I feel bad about that. I should have been a better friend and been there more. But that was when things were getting tough for us, and when I wasn’t in school I was working at Kenny’s Shoes. I was looking for another job when I saw Lord DeGraves’ ad in the paper.”

“The shoes you wear now are a lot different than the ones you sold at Kenny’s, aren’t they,” he said with a grin.

“A whole lot different!” she laughed. “The quality and styles are much better, and the names are a galaxy away, but the ones I wear now are a lot less comfortable.”

“Then why... ?”

“It’s complicated. Women’s shoes are statements, and the ones Mom and I wear say some very sexy things. Don’t you think our shoes are sexier than a pair of Chucks’?”

“Well, yes, of course, but isn’t there some kind of balance between comfortable and sexy?”

“I suppose there could be, but we need to max out the sexy. It’s funny, but do you remember the bit that Steve Martin used to do -- Cruel Shoes’?” she asked.

“Yeah. I never really got it. I mean it was kind of funny, but in a way that seemed to put women down, like they’re slaves to their shoes and the more painful they are, the more they like them. I didn’t quite know how to feel about it.”

“Well, that’s kind of it. I mean, it isn’t really the painful part, but the better they make you look, it seems like the more painful they are to wear, but the looking great makes it worth it. He just changed the focus to make it funny.”

“Bethany tried to explain it to me yesterday, and said I really don’t have a happy button’ there, with shoes. I think you are beautiful and sexy, whether you are wearing shoes or not. You could make Chucks’ look sexy! You do have lovely feet and legs, but there’s so much more to you!

Your eyes last night ... I just fell into your eyes. And they’re in a face that is heartbreakingly beautiful!”

Susan took his hand, and kissed him deeply and tenderly. Then she moved his hand under her skirt so he could feel how wet he had gotten her. He stroked that wetness gently and lovingly, drawing a sigh from her which morphed into a groan as he stroked the right spot.

Susan stood, pulled him up beside her, then unbuckled his belt, and then undid his pants, which dropped to the ground. She pushed him gently backwards onto the bench, then moved forward to swing her legs over the bench, and sank down onto his very hard cock.

“Oh, yes, that’s good!” she said as she moved herself up and down slowly, looking deeply into his eyes.

He pulled her top over her head, and ran his hands up and down her back. A stray thought passed though his mind that it was funny how no one here wore underclothes or bras to cover their breasts. Speaking of which, he brought his hands around and cupped hers, and lightly pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers. She made a sound, a hissing intake of breath, and he felt the muscles of her pussy roll up his dick.

They moved together like that for several minutes, enjoying the connection and sensations, all while looking into each other’s eyes. Jim moved his hands to her ass, kneading its globes in the slow rhythm that she set. A moment later, Susan was startled by the feeling of another set of hands cupping her breasts from the back, tweaking her nipples with more pressure than Jim had used.

She gave out an “Ahh!” and leaned back into the warm body of Bethany, who supported her back. The change in the angle of Jim’s cock in her pussy caused waves of sensation to roll through her body, and her pussy to clench his manhood. Susan went over the edge of the logflume of orgasm, a long slide into ecstacy that ended in a very wet splash at the bottom, drenching Jim’s crotch and balls, parts of the bench, and the ground below them with her fluid.

She realized abruptly that she had screamed in her orgasm, another thing she’d never done before.

Jim leaned forward and kissed her, while Bethany leaned down and nibbled her ear.

“That looked wonderful!” said Bethany, with a wicked grin.

“That felt wonderful!” said Jim, gently stroking her back. “And very wet!”

“Oh my God!” said Susan, realizing just how wet she’d gotten him. “How much ... how... ? Did I... ?”

“It’s called the G-spot, baby,” said Bethany, rubbing Susan’s outer lips, still holding Jim’s hardness. “It can cause some women to squirt when we cum, kind of like a woman’s version of a guy ejaculating. It only happens when the sex is really good.”

Bethany went in to nibble Susan’s ear again, but Susan turned her head to intercept her with a kiss. “That was really, really good!” Susan said after their lips parted. She realized that Jim was still hard, and still hadn’t had his own orgasm, so she began moving up and down his cock again, while going in for another kiss with Bethany.

Bethany’s fingers were still on her outer lips, putting a bit of pressure on each side, making her feel even fuller with Jim’s cock. Bethany began pulsing that pressure in time with each stroke and Susan suddenly realized she was close to coming again. She exclaimed, “Oh my God!” with that realization.

Bethany whispered in her ear, “Tell Jim to cum with you, and when you are about to explode, tell him to come now!”

Susan gasped, “Jim, cum with me, oh, God deeper! Yes! Yes! Jim, cum for me now!“

Jim felt his balls convulse in pleasure, and felt his semen launch up the length of his cock and deep into Susan, while Susan’s pussy milked his cock like it was trying to pull him inside her.

The two of them felt like they were at the center of an explosion of pleasure, radiating out from their joined sexes, feeling like there should be shock waves spreading for miles around.

Bethany threw her arms around Jim with Susan between them, and supported them both as their bodies teetered on the bench, their spirits finding their way back into their bodies. They sat, still locked together, clasping each other as they panted and steadied.

“Well, I think they heard that all the way in town,” laughed Bethany. You both yelled like it was the end of the world!”

“I ... think ... it ... was!” panted Jim.

“I’ve never ... cum ... like that!” breathed Susan. “When did I become a screamer?!”

“Today, apparently!” giggled Bethany.

“Thank you, Bethany! You helped make both of my orgasms today unbelievable!” said Susan.

“Well, I’ve picked up a few tricks over the years,” said Bethany. “Plus, I think Jim is very special.

It’s not just that he’s a natural, it’s like he makes love with his soul.”

“You’re right! I feel like the world is made of love and joy right now! Awww...” she whined as Jim’s softened cock slipped free. Suddenly she sobbed. “Oh, Bethany! I love Jim. I love you! I love Julie and Beverly! I love the world and this household and all the people in it! I just ... love! I can’t put words to it! It’s just too much!” said Susan.

“I love you, too,” said Jim, to both of them, kissing each in turn.

“And I love you, three” said Bethany, with a tearful grin. “And I know Julie loves us, and Beverly too.”

Susan and Bethany hugged each other, tears streaming down their faces. “This is so strange and wonderful!” sniffled Susan.

“It is,” said Bethany, wiping her eyes. “I’ve never felt this way before, about anyone, let alone four people, now five! I’ve never had a real family before!”

As Jim gathered them both into a triple hug, he thought to himself that, while the power of the tears of the two ladies were no doubt fueled by the hormonal changes of pregnancy, there was also no doubt at all that the love that caused them was genuine and true. He felt it as well.