Chapter 8: A Roundabout Message

9:30 PM Saturday, July 26, 2008

Before she dragged me to my bed one night in late July, Cynthia handed me a piece of paper with a phone number, a set of dates starting Sunday (tomorrow) and a notation that said “afternoons 1:00 to 2:00.”

She volunteered that the message was for me from Tony, by way of a note Tonto gave to her sister. Tonto got it using a code he and his Dad set up years ago. Pammie got the text at 9 this evening, a half hour ago. Only the last call to Cynthia was in the clear - if you can call a pair of LA sisters texting/emojiing 3 simultaneous conversations in 2 languages (Spanish and Valley Girl) at once circa 2008 “in the clear.”

As usual for this weekend, Cynthia came to my mansion to have her pregnant body admired, worshiped and properly molested by her baby-daddy. She was in her room, getting undressed for me the way I like her, when Pammie called with a high priority message, something that started with a question about a potentially apocalyptic fingernail repair. She worked into the conversation her day at the school library, a short story of her current romance (“Tonto brought me fresh raspberry buns for brunch! Imagine that!”) plus the life-or-death thing from Tony. Cynthia thought “the Tony thing” might be important so she gave it to me before she assumed the position for her worship time - but only after I promised not to go chasing off someplace no matter how urgent or important the note was.

She deserved her loving FIRST! and was sure the note was not too important to interrupt what she deserved. I played along.

“Does this mean Tony’s in trouble?” she asked as she removed from her body the shirt I wore at work yesterday, which seemed to be doing double duty as an undressing gown. (Cynthia and Zar had an arrangement regarding my used laundry doing double duty. Abril was more free-lance about swiping my shirts without permission.) Cynthia’s feet were already bare, so when she slipped off the shirt she was delightfully naked and posed for my attention.

She claimed that none of her panties, slacks or skirts fit her belly properly these days, that was clearly my fault and required my penance - which was the reason she snatched my shirts from the laundry. After all, I let her use her beautiful face and 18-year old hot hard chica body to trick me into getting her preggers about two months ago. So now I owed her attention when she wanted me.

I seemed to have no choice in these matters.

(For you younger readers remember, it only takes once, Cynthia was living proof of that. Resha’s child was proof that the lady doesn’t have to enjoy it.)

Removing the shirt revealed outlines of a bra in the flesh of her body, as I advised she wore a bra today, likely something black lace that provided support but left her nipples delightfully exposed. But that bit of lace stayed in her room where Abril would see it and use it for some unquestionable and obscene purpose, the two girls were becoming more and more inseparable.

I happened to know the particular bra cost a lot. A few days ago Cynthia had dragged her father Ernie to a pricy exclusive shop near Rodeo Drive for the purchase. (The shop specialized in overpriced lingerie for the pregnant who had too much money.) Ernie considered it their last father-daughter day out for a time as she was moving into my mansion full time.

While shopping Cynthia enjoyed casting her father as her sugar daddy far too much. He played along, using his hands on Cynthia in front of the salesgirl (asking, “would it help if I held these up while you measured?”) in the way a proper father never does.

Having a beautiful young girl on your arm is a huge status symbol in LA, so Ernie enjoyed it while it lasted. After buying the bra he took the game a step further by check them into a very pricey by-the-hour motel for a little playtime. An Oscar winner was in a room next to them and a Grammy winner was down the hall, but knew Ernie and his wife. They were not with their spouses. If this was to be their last father-daughter day, they might as well enjoy all the trimmings.

As it happened, at the same time they were in the motel my cock was inside Ernie’s wife Belen, praising her and making sure she had a reason to feel beautiful as she carried another of my children. Belen and I had co-ordinated the timing - without telling the others - because it was more fun for everybody that way.

When Ernie got home, he and Belen retired to the bedroom for 15 minutes while played a little game where got his cock “into the evidence” of her naughty play and she enjoyed a taste of what her husband enjoyed loving into their elder daughter.

Actually, Ernie was quite pleased with both his pregnant women. In LA wealthy older men are judged by the youth and beauty of the women they can attract, and Cynthia is top shelf in the non-celebrity category plus she is young enough to raise thoughts of a statutory nature. His friends knew his wife was pregnant, and when they heard the hot young chica on his arm was also in a family way, with no mention of a boyfriend, the dirty old CPAs and PA’s at the office assumed the worst, that old Ernie was the stud responsible for both.

I am not sure which was more degenerate and envious, those few who knew Cynthia was his daughter, or the greater number who didn’t know and assumed that Ernie was stepping out on his wife with somebody who was “too young” for such things.

I had not heard directly from Tony since our private meeting turned into the Pizza incident, when Tony, Ernie and I ended the violently stupid Purple nano-gang. I was born in Detroit or Dallas (I forget which) so the name set me off in a bad way. (“Purple Gang” is Detroit property, imagine a Boston gang calling themselves “Yankees.” So basically, they were insulting one of my icons.)

That day we met to discuss our version of our “Romeo and Juliet” kids, Tony son Tonto and Cynthia’s sister Pammie. Our solution was for the kids to spend a summer near Portland. Before school ended Tony got his son Tonto out of LA for the summer, up to Portland with a relative. Tonto’s witch of a mother thought her son was learning the disreputable trade of burglary from a relative’s crew up there. In fact the boy was learning a much more disreputable trade holding down a summer job at a stock breakers office. (It is a term I use deliberately, and is not a compliment.) He was also holding Pammie every chance they got, although I imagine holding her “down” happened rarely, and only when she was in the mood.

When I mentioned to Tony that honest thievery was better than being a stock broker he did not disagree, but said he wanted the kid to learn how to steal money dressed like a stock broker, he already knew all he needed to know about the breaking and entering business. The new racket was amazing, you call people up, tell them they will be rich, tell them you can make more money in a way that can’t be proven as illegal, and they send you large checks by express mail! Clearly Tonto was a smart kid in his prime learning years.

Pammie, who was sweet on Tonto, and would wear the pants when they became an official couple, was spending the summer with relatives in Vancouver Washington, which happened to be a suburb of Portland, just across the river. She was taking some summer college courses, registered in her sister’s name, because Pammie had not yet graduated high school. Taking those courses now would make her life much easier when she went to college in her own name; she could take overloads while skating through the material she already knew, leaving her more time for both hard subjects and softer pursuits. Pammie was one of those kids who stayed two moves ahead of the game and looked like she was hardly working at it.

The relevant parents were aware that Pammie’s college was close to Tonto’s stock broker’s office, in fact there was just a park between. Also a cheap motel, it rained a lot in the Portland area. Pammie and Tonto made sure of it. We all trusted Pammie to keep Tonto in line, in fact Tonto’s mother considered that a negative because she had an evil heart and Tonto did not measure up (or was it ‘down’) to mommy’s standards for bad behavior.

Tony and I attended the local high school graduation soon after the Pizza incident. That was in public so we both played the part of rival gang leaders, meaning we could not talk to each other, instead we had to glare and snarl at a distance. It was a great performance, very convincing as always.

The area we called Seerdon Forest, where I met Gracie the night Cosmo died in was almost an accident, remained a point of contention between hotheads in our gangs. During the Spring the Aztexs and the 49 had been trying to come up with a peaceful solution, and there was even talk of merging the two gangs. But around the time Cosmo died in that unfortunate provocation by the Black Kings last May, something shifted inside the Aztexs leadership. After the semester ended there were new faces in the area running the local dealers dealers of home-cooked poison. Traffic in meth, a Crystal Aztex staple, was up as prices dropped. Interestingly, quality of the local product shot up. Somebody with excess product was trying to buy market share with excess quality. The Aztexs suspended treaty discussions with 49 until next September, and I heard Tony was shifted to more of a figurehead in the gang.

His witch wife also started divorce proceedings against Tony, hiring a lousy lawyer I knew. In the leadership shift she welcomed some of those important new faces to the area. Like the Cohen song says, these were people she “just had to meet, without her clothes, and everybody knows.”

I did not know much more than that, which was troubling.

We still patrolled the Seerdon Forest but we went a lot heavier these days, and we varied the times, although we were tied into the days when customers brought heavy drug traffic. Twice we drove meth dealers off. The second time we did it in a manner that suggested we would take prisoners and do bad things to them just for fun, but we let them escape.

In early July there was the first cryptic message to me from Tony, about a trap for our patrols. All he knew was the date. The way he sent it was complicated, an old-fashioned double blind one-time drop. I shared the info with the 49 tactical leadership to see how they would use the vague info to counter the trap and put some Aztexs in the hospital. My guys put up drones with infra-red cameras for recon, did a great job of trapping the ambushers and got good results - they scared the Aztex meth dealers and gave their muscle some serious hurt.

As a lawyer I am very good with my tongue. So as Cynthia posed for me, making a very persuasive request for oral service without saying a word, I got to it. Using my gentle fingers I also dutifully removed some of the marks Cynthia’s bra left. I also distributed the excess of kisses the act warranted. Then I moved to the traditional position between her lovely legs.

Cynthia considered such things “training” although she never used that term in my presence. Instead she said “Oh, you read my mind!” Same thing.

The things we do for the women we love ... to put our cock into.

As we settled into my licking her to pleasure I also got to the question she asked, about Tony being in trouble. I can talk and chew pussy at the same time.

“I would guess that ... Tony is now well beyond ... the ‘trouble’ phase ... Mmmm, such a sweet wonderful woman you are ... He has been through ... the ‘attempted kill or capture thing’ and ... is now in the ‘much greater thing I do... ‘ phase ... This seems sweeter since I knocked you up, I am going to have to keep you preggers ... The issue is that he cares about ... the core members of his gang ... he wants to free them from these meth-brain dealers ... He knows that I will act ... before the meth-heads can establish ... a secure hold. It may be too late to do that without getting messy.”

Cynthia was suddenly very worried about her child’s very handsome tongue-master father putting himself at risk. “Will you help him?” She said it in a tone suggesting maybe Tony was not that interesting to her. He was nice and all that, in a rough sort of way, but she did not value the guy the way her sister valued Tonto.

I lifted up and explained this part carefully. “It is not about Tony. As a suspicious guy I must consider the possibility that he was captured and is now being used to draw me out.” She gave a shudder at that, suddenly this was not a good talk. “I will have to be extra careful. I will take Irene along with plenty of firepower.” That helped, Irene could cause a lot of well-focused mayhem fast. “If it is a trap, Aztex or cops, I will play it very nasty and will take no prisoners. But with several dates listed for contact he appears safe for now, cops and robbers usually go for a quick trap so they can manage manpower and show their bosses, who are usually the bosses because they are afflicted with a lack of patience for results. It is a problem when you punch a clock and fill out daily reports. He and I have considered this exact issue. So yes, I will try to help if I can. We will use military hardware.”

“I like Tony ... but I like you a LOT more. Plus you have responsibilities to think of.” She pointed at her belly, where she had been growing my child for two months. “Please be careful.” Women worry so, but I can’t really blame them ... because it doesn’t do any good.

I knew my cues, it was the end of conversation. I showed my love and agreement by kissing her belly. Then I kissed a few other places, lower and higher, very delightful for all concerned. She relaxed and soon used her mouth to make something else grow so she could enjoy it to the fullest.

“Sin-Sin, you have no idea. You remember what happened last time somebody tried to trap me. They were good at their jobs. But me and my people are better. If this becomes a meet then Tango’s big rifle will not be the primary weapon. Instead Irene will be on overwatch ... with a fire-and-forget guided missile.”

Irene brought a high-tech approach to the brutal game. It was not a elegant as a rifle, and had much more potential for collateral damage. In the military she had killed drug dealers in Central America by the planeload at a range of 20 miles when ordered.

“I do remember ... I saw the bad guys and the results of the car takedown. I heard about the house. Your soldiers ... they are really good! Now how about we be really good to each other, okay? I seem to recall you have something like a missile ... or at least the shape and yummy power of a missile ... Yum, it tastes so good. I know it makes good babies too!”

I took that as a hint so I got into our main stick-it-in business. It is important to keep a young mother-to-be happy and in a happy place, especially in her happy places. It is also a pleasure. She used her lips to get me as hard as possible. I put my face between her thighs and started working out the alphabet with my tongue at just the right spot, drawing a long moan of pleasure and other happy sounds. She was eager to enjoy my efforts.

I was too successful, she couldn’t keep sucking me and make the noises I caused her to make, so she held my cock ready, resting against her breast, while she moaned and made other happy noises as she enjoyed the culmination of my oral efforts. We did not force her pleasure to a peak, I kept to my task as she let her pleasure bloom until it happen slowly, gradually, inevitably ... a couple of times. She gets juicier that way, and we both like juicier.

At just the right moments she started these little whimpers, I held her tighter, then we got to some louder, sincere sounds. Next I got praise, whispers of pleasures and invocations, we spent some time on that last one, and eventually the grip of her legs tightened as she gave herself up to the pleasure my tongue was blessing her with. Then we rested for a few moments where I worshiped her tummy and she licked up my pre-cum before I did it again, at the same slow steady pace she loved.

Once was never enough, some things did not have to be explained.

After my mouth loved her to a climax for a third time she started begging to turn things around, for loving hot kisses and the special thrill of my penetration. I moved to mount her in the missionary position, but she said that was going to be difficult later on, and asked if I knew something that worked “when her belly was bigger.”

The minx was fishing, trying to get me to say something about my past history, about whether I had fucked anybody who was pregnant, possibly in their third trimester and if it was my doing. I knew better than to give her a clear answer, that was not how this game was played. What I said was that in the Tribe, sometimes women were well along in their pregnancy when they brought a younger man who was not their husband to the cave, where coupling was visible to the others present. It was a lesson, and I had such lessons for exactly this purpose.

Cynthia knew that in the Tribe, the women had all the power in terms of sex. The only requirement imposed in marriage (which was always arranged by the tribe’s female council) was for a husband and wife to be faithful and active during the days when she could become pregnant. Obviously a woman who was six months along could not get pregnant, she had done her duty to the tribe, and was free to exercise any other options if she wished, including having sex with those close relatives who would normally be off-limits. So I talked about some of the things that I had seen women do with friends and relatives.

I saw pregnant women who spread their legs and accepted their fathers, brothers, and even initiating their of-age sons. In a Tribe everybody was a blood relative so incest was a special concern for breeding. These “family relations” couplings were only considered when a child could not result from the act - when the woman was already pregnant. Some chose to exercise the option. The practice spread to the Colony as well, both groups had similar concerns. Of course, since Cynthia had also enjoyed sex with her father, this discussion and validation it supplied further aroused Cynthia.

(Cynthia and her mother had reached a point where they could discuss being pregnant. But what they could not do was acknowledge that they were made that way by the same guy, or that they were, in fact, both swapping the same two lovers. Up to now Cynthia averaged 5 nights a week at my house and 2 nights at home. The actual nights varied. At least one night at my house was when she was enjoying Abril’s company exclusively. Belen spent one or two nights a week “out with friends” where she was in my bed having a good time. I always had a friendly place for her when she needed it. Those were always nights that Cynthia was home with Ernie. However, none of this was really discussed beforehand by the women.)

Ernie and I did not complain, we just did what was expected with the people we were friendly with. Things would change now that Cynthia had moved in with me, essentially my nights with Belen, and Cynthia’s nights with Ernie, would become afternoon delights.

In passing I mentioned to Cynthia that sometimes a woman brought more than one lover into the cave with her.

Cynthia had only read about the doggie position for pregnant women. “How can a pregnant woman deal with more than one guy?” she asked. “I mean, I can imagine the how. But the why? Would it be much fun?”

I told her about one woman a few years ago, a member of the ruling council, who was often pregnant and seemed to have a larger appetite when her belly started to swell. She sometimes came to the cave with two men in tow, often an older man and a younger one, so the more experienced man could teach the younger man how to please her. The two men would take turns, alternating the lessons, making sure everybody had a good time. This woman especially like side-entry positions, where she was on her side and the man was on top, straddling her leg. One benefit of that position was that the woman could actively entertain a second man with her hands, plus both men had access to her breasts.

I always assumed that this woman was using her natural desire to build political support, which was part of how she stayed in office. Her name was Tatha and Cynthia had met her when we had some tribe members visit the Patron. Now, after the changes during my trip, Tatha was the senior member of the ruling council. When I mentioned the name Cynthia recalled the woman from her trip. We both agreed she was pretty sharp, and a popular leader.

Personally, I favored the rear-entry variation of the position, where the woman is three-quarters turned over and could be very relaxed.

Cynthia enjoyed my story even if it did not answer her question about my past experience with pregnancy. After her draining climaxes from my tongue plus some rest she was anxious to try the side-mount position I mentioned. So we did. She settled on her left side and drew her right knee towards her chest. I straddled her left leg and eased my cock into her juicy, hungry pussy.

“Oh my, that feels good ... different from the usual, but good,” Cynthia said as I moved in and out a few times. As always, she felt wonderful on my cock, and she felt even better when she was surprised by a small climax caused by how my leg was meeting her body as I settled into my stroke.

“Oh ... that feels ... yum ... INCREDIBLE!” she said softly as the climax surprised and went through her. I held still as she felt very good squeezing her pussy, and the rest of her body, around my cock.

For me, just looking at her growing beauty, plus knowing she carried my child while I was inside her body, caused my cock to swell just a little bit more. The swelling as she tightened was enough that she could feel it so she smiled as she looked at me. “I felt ... are you getting bigger? It feels like it. I get the impression that you really like me this way, don’t you?”

“Guilty as charged, all counts. But the best is yet to come,” I replied as my fingers sought out the pleasure nubbin at the front of her slit. I had to carefully work my way in, it was not exactly out in the open, but when I did a small brushing motion in the right spot it paid big dividends for both of us.

“OH YESSSS! You know just how to touch mama there,” she said as she started to gently squeeze her pussy. She had been working with Abril and Zar on some pussy exercises, and the practice was paying off for me. Because of the way my cock entered her, rotated 90 degrees from the usual, her movements had a stronger-than-usual effect.

One of the big changes with Cynthia was the emotion; she had become very loving since she opened up to me about being pregnant and how she got that way. I knew that for a time before the Peru trip she was holding back a little, following the orders of the Patron not to tell me even though she knew she was pregnant. Not talking about the biggest thing in her life was very hard, a test for her. She did a good job at it.

But now that was over and she was fully immersed into the role of my lover and mother-to-be for our child. I could feel that love coming through as she offered her lips and then held up her breast for our pleasure. She knew I loved her body and enjoyed sharing it with me.

It was probably my imagination but it seemed to me that her breasts were a little bit bigger and her nipples a little more prominent and pointy each week. She beamed when I said such things. Then she complained that she was losing her youthful pertness. I countered by saying I loved her the way she was, and that her body was just getting ready for the baby, which was far more important than her distorted impossible self-image of vanity which was conditioned into her and enabled every day by those “ever-so-fashionable gay men who ran advertising on Madison Avenue.” That phrase always gave her the giggles.