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Subject: Journal Entry 233 / 0264 [ P'nyssa's Child, Late Term ]
Date: 18 Feb 1996 09:58:58 GMT
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Aldea, Narquel 22, 0264
"Hi," P'nyssa said as she came in the door.
"Hello yourself," I replied in our ritual fashion. "How was
your day at the office?"
"Tiresome."
"Any problem?" I asked, rising from my chair to help her to the
couch. Let's face it; according to the Tindal gestation average,
she's only fifteen days away, and with twins, she waddles. She
needs help rising and sitting. She can barely walk on her own, and
her back aches constantly. Of course, she won't take anything for
it. But that's her; her body knows what it needs.
"Nobody will let me do my job!" she said.
"Well... All the paperwork is done by Jean, and Rhys won't let
you do any psionic investment work, not when you're as pregnant as
you are. So all that's left is teaching and counseling."
She smiled, a grim smile in her blue face, her yellow eyes
crinkling ever so slightly. "I like teaching, really I do. And I
don't mind helping students. Especially this one Centaur I have;
he's got such a gift, Ken, you should see him! But I really want
to be doing the rounds, talking to patients, my patients."
"Look, in a month you'll be on your way to recovering your
girlish figure. Admittedly, you'll be getting no sleep at that
point since we'll have two infants in the household, but hey, it's
almost a return to normal." I smiled. "Can I get you something to
drink?"
"Chocolate milk?" she asked with a small smile, almost innocent
and girlish.
"Coming right up," I said, rising from the couch and going into
the kitchen. The far right wall had been knocked out and a large
swinging door installed leading into the apartment next door, which
we had turned into the kid's room, essentially, although downstairs
was where the nursery per. se. was going.
I returned with her milk and a glass of iced tea for me. Her
children had been conceived in high winter, and it was now cold
fall again, but at least the Castle was warm inside. The day was
still sunny, and even a cold sun was welcome. I gave her the glass
and she took a deep draught from it, draining about half the glass.
I laughed at the gusto she had, and when she took the glass away
from her lips she glanced sidelong at me, one eyebrow raised. It
made me smile a little wider. I saw that she had the classic line
of chocolate milk across her upper lip and mixed into her fur. I
leaned over to lick it off, and to kiss her.
She returned my kiss, warmly but with a sense of desperation.
Her kiss became insistent, her tongue in my mouth, our eyes closed.
The kiss lasted a long time, but finally I broke away. "What was
that for?" I asked.
"I don't know," she said shyly. "I just felt like... kissing
you like that."
I leaned over to kiss her again, and again she returned the
kiss, a little slower this time, a little more self-consciously. I
reached over and placed my hand on her belly, feeling the swelling
there, the massive evidence of new life waiting. Two and half
weeks, that's all that was left.
I kissed her slowly, my hands trailing up her blouse to caress
her soft breasts through the material. P'nyssa's breasts are
normally small enough that she rarely wears anything, but they has
swelled and so she was wearing a brassiere. I found it
appropriate. I knew that she had found an excellent seamstress for
the task, and she rarely complained.
Her mitt strayed over to my crotch and through my pants I could
feel the insistent pressure as she caressed my growing erection. I
shifted uncomfortably on the couch.
She giggled. I broke our kiss and said, "What now?"
"What do you mean?"
"Nyss, we haven't had sex in a few weeks, mostly because of
your back and the extra weight in the way. Do you want to make
love?"
"I thought we were getting to that."
I reached over and undid the frogs of her blouse, pushing it
aside. She leaned forward off of the couch so that I could take
it off completely. I removed her brassiere as well, then undid the
snaps of her denim skirt, which parted easily, so I simply laid it
back against the couch.
She was completely naked except for her white mid-calf boots,
which I left on; I think they match wonderfully with her dark-blue
fur. She leaned against the couch again, and we began to kiss
again, making out like kids who'd never done this before.
And in a way, that's how I felt. There was a major difference
in our kiss this time, because there was something so very
different about her. Our kiss went on for several minutes while my
hands roamed over her furred breasts and belly, going against the
grain and disturbing the smooth patterns laid flat by the whole day
of sitting in her office. I pinched her nipples, almost out of a
sort of curiosity, but I was not disappointed when nothing
happened; I didn't really expect anything.
She noticed the gesture. "If you were to suck on them for a
while, they'd start filling."
"How long?" I asked.
"Oh, say ten minutes every hour."
"Oh, then it has to be regular?"
"Mm-hmm," she said. She had opened my pants and my erection
was now free. She stroked it slowly. "Scoot back a little," she
said. I dutifully scooted. She leaned over, and then realized
that there was something in the way- her. "Sit on the arm of the
couch." I slid over to where she indicated. "Much better," she
said, leaning over and slowly taking my cock into her mouth. Her
warm and familiar mouth slid over the head of my cock and she took
it deep; There are three places on my penis that are extremely
sensitive- the head, the root, and my circumcision scar. She was
getting to at least the scar, and I could feel the head of my cock
pressing against the back of her throat.
I groaned, and she began to stroke back and forth with her
mouth. She occasionally had to brush her hair out of the way,
because it kept falling in front and getting in the way.
After a few minutes that kept me on tooth-grinding edge, she
backed off. "Mouth getting tired?" I asked. That's usually what
happens.
"Yah," she said. No sense in apologizing for something we both
knew was going to happen. Believe it or not, in all the years
we've been together, she's only been able to suck me to orgasm
once.
I smiled, and got off the couch, walking around to in front of
her and kneeling between her legs. She spread her legs and shifted
her butt to the edge of the couch. This rhythm was almost ritual,
except for the presence of our two unborn children. It made me
laugh.
The word 'ritual' kept going through my head. I sat
cross-legged on the floor before her, bending over and softly
applying my tongue to her cunt, parting the soft pubic hair. I
licked from her vaginal opening to just over the hood of her
clitoris, then would start again from the bottom. She cooed, and
then groaned with slight pain. "Are you okay?" I asked quickly.
"One... of them kicked me." She gasped. "But don't stop...
That feels good." I bent back to the task at hand, licking slowly.
Her juices came, sweet and musky. I slowly licked over and around
the hood, enjoying the sounds I heard coming from her. 'Ritual.'
Cunnilingus is the sort of pleasure that somehow leaves me time
to think of other things at the same time. Never work or trouble,
but something happening around me. 'Ritual.' That what it was. I
noticed my erection sinking, then decided to ignore it; she could
easily revive it when the time came. As her orgasm slowly came in,
I gently wetted my fingers with her juices and slid it into her
cunt, pressing upward softly against her pubic bone. She likes
that.
It was weird, when I thought about it. She was so pregnant her
belly rubbed against my forehead as I ate her, and the softly
grasping hole that tightened around my finger led to her children,
to our children.
I licked her further, and she coaxed me further. Then she
said, "Hard, now, please... I'm going to come..." I pressed in with
all the force my tongue could direct, pressing against her groin.
My jaw began to ache when she let out a low "Ohhhhhh..." and
shuddered, her legs tensing against my shoulders as she came. I
pressed my finger a little harder inside her cunt, and she groaned,
and the flow of juices suddenly became much more obvious. I licked
her a little softer, noting the slight tang, until her shudders
were over, then rose to sit next to her on the couch.
"Sorry," she said. "I forgot to warn you... my bladder doesn't
hold much nowadays, and when you press against me like that... I
should have told you... I'm sorry."
"For what? Pissing on me?" I licked my lips. "I kinda' liked
it. Nice to know I have that effect on you," I said, leering
mischievously. She gave me a sidelong look. "Feel better?"
"Yeah," she said. "But what about you?"
"What about me?" I asked. Really, I'm not selfish.
"Don't you want to come?"
"Well... I certainly wouldn't mind. But I don't think were
going to make love right now."
"Why not?" She asked. "Come on," she said. She slowly slid
down off the couch and onto her knees. She pivoted so that she
faced me on the couch, then placed her head in my lap, again
sucking my cock. My erection rose again in her warm mouth, and
when it was fully hard she said, "fuck me. Like this, please." I
slid to my right and she lay her head against the cushion. Her
ass was raised high in the air, and I could see her mitt sliding
between her legs, her thumb rubbing her clit.
I agreed with her "Why not?" Her cunt was peeking out at me,
pink and glistening through her blue fur, and I positioned myself.
"Wait," she said.
"What?" I asked.
"Get my vibrator," she asked. I was about to turn and go down
to the bedroom to get it when a soft whine and small glow on the
coffee table heralded it's arrival. Dave, I thought to myself,
that was a horrible waste of energy just to move something less
than twenty meters. Thank you. Voyeur.
I handed it to her. It's a small sphere that fits in the palm
of her mitten, with a rounded latex tapering at one end for her
clit. It's designed for just what she uses it for. She turned it
on and reached down between her legs. "Now," she ordered. "Get
inside me."
I got back to where I'd been and eagerly slid my cock into her.
Her cunt easily took me and wrapped around me with her warmth. I
reached down and took her hips in my hands, slowly stroking myself
in and out of her. "No," she said. "Fuck me."
I accepted the challenge, leaning over her. She had her chest
on the couch, her belly hanging freely over the edge. I noticed
that the cushion she lay on was also slightly wet with her own
urine. I put my hands on the edge of the couch and began to fuck
her as she wanted, hard. That actually makes it harder for me to
come, and she knew it. She wanted this to last. I held myself up
with my left hand, my elbow locked as I slammed my cock in and out,
in and out.
She gave a high-pitched scream as her first orgasm washed over
her, her legs trembling. I kept on, fucking her. But with my
right hand I reached around and down, stroking her full belly. It
was, I think, more than a little strange; on the deep thrusts my
cock must have been hitting her cervix, bringing my presence to the
attention of the two inside her.
She came again, and then again, and then she snapped the
vibrator off. "Come for me, Ken," she gasped. "Anyway you want,
just come." I slowed a little, so I could feel every thrust as her
vagina gripped me with its wonderful friction. And I could feel
that so-familiar feeling, that point of no return as I reached it,
passed it, and came, shooting my semen deep into her cunt,
screaming her name as I did.
I stayed there, holding myself off of her; her back must hurt
her enough. I slowly slid out of her, enjoying the delicious over-
sensitivity as I did so. She groaned and slowly turned over,
settling to a sitting position on the floor, leaning against the
couch.
"Like that?" I asked.
She gave me her famous You-Must-Be-Mad look, and said "Of
course I liked it. You know what? I think orgasm must be good for
cramps, because I feel great."
"Tired?" I asked.
"Hungry." she replied.
"In that case," I said, "let's get cleaned up, and we'll go to
Tarr's for dinner. She invited us over."
"Why didn't you say so when I came in? Oh, okay. Help me up?"
I did, and we descended into the bedroom, and the shower.
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