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Dubious Hero Ch. 01

By: techsan



Author's note: Many thanks to Copperbutterfly for her editing expertise in helping make this a better story.

I had watched, along with maybe 50 other people at the scenic overlook, as the young girl who might have been an early teenager, stumbled and fell over the waist-high railing into the abyss of the canyon below. I bent over the rail expecting to see the girl lying broken on the rocks below. Instead she was wedged between a couple of jagged looking boulders about 75 feet below the trail. I looked around but there were no park rangers in sight. Something had to be done and quickly or the girl would probably die, if she hadn't already died from that fall. Remembering the coil of rope in my truck, I raced to get it, screaming for someone to call 911.

It seemed like it took me forever to reach my pickup and fish out the rope. I knew it was a hundred foot coil and hoped that my estimate of the distance was not wrong. I also took a rough board, thinking that we might need it for a backboard, and found a small coil of rope of unknown length. Strange the turn this supposed touring vacation of some western states had taken.

Back at the railing someone came up with a caribiner while I was tying the end of the rope to the metal railing. The person who called 911 said that it would probably take at least 45 minutes for a rescue team to arrive and maybe more. Since no one else seemed to be volunteering, I hooked the caribiner into my belt, looped the rope through it and around me, and went over the rail with instructions to the bystanders to be ready to send down the board with the smaller rope if I needed it. I started rappelling down the rough rock wall toward the girl.

As I got close, I could hear her groaning so I knew she was at least alive. I had to be careful to not dislodge rocks that would fall on her and it took me a while to get to her, having to avoid several beach ball sized rocks along the way. Just before I got to her, I twisted my ankle but told myself that I had to ignore that pain and get to the girl.

When I squatted beside her, she was wide-eyed with fear and pain. She had a broken left leg, judging from the angle at which it lay and she said that her right shoulder hurt so bad she could not move. She had a couple of cuts on her face, one on her right cheek and the other on her left forehead but they didn't seem all that bad. I knew we'd have to use the board to keep her as stable as possible and got the people on top to send it down.

It was a chore to block myself into the rocks below her to protect her, position the board where I could ease her onto it without hurting her any more than I could help and then start back up the rock face steadying the girl while the people topside, worked at pulling both of us up. At one point while trying to work around a car sized outcropping, my foot slipped between two smaller boulders and the tug on the rope yanked me into slamming my left thigh into a jagged outcropping hard enough that I cried out. Then trying to dislodge my trapped foot, the board dislodged a two hundred pounder that slammed into my left shoulder before careening down to the canyon floor. Now I had to get her the rest of the way with one unusable arm and one super painful leg. Damn, I was beginning to question my sanity.

The girl, probably a fifteen year old, was incredibly brave. Although it had to have hurt immensely when I lost control of the board after getting hit, she whimpered but did not cry out, even though she nearly bit through her lower lip in pain. We struggled upward and cleared the lip onto the pathway after what seemed like eons. 

One of the people had some first aid training and said that the girl's color said she probably had internal bleeding and they had better transport her without waiting for the rescue team. A woman with a cell phone went with the people who put the girl in an SUV, along with her mother, and they headed in the direction the rescue team would come, a modest sized town almost 50 miles to the west. There was no room for me so I waited, unable to walk or move my smashed shoulder.

It took another 35 minutes for the state police to arrive. They had met the SUV about halfway to town, along with the rescue helicopter, moved the girl into it and transported her to a hospital, more than 80 miles to the southwest. The officers said that there was a clinic in town 50 miles away and they would take me there to see if the doctors could help me. After a struggle, they got me into the back seat of their car, turned on the siren and sped away.

Still it was 30 minutes before we pulled up to a building that would have just been a standard doctor's office back home. I saw Clinic on the faded sign but couldn't read the rest. The officers got me into a wheel chair, though not without a lot of teeth gritting, wheeled me inside and helped me onto an examination table. It was strange, though, because instead of pulling out an extension to put my legs on, the nurse pulled out stirrups for my feet. She shooed the officers out and set about to work on me, sticking a thermometer into my mouth and wrapping a blood pressure cuff around my right forearm. When she straightened my arm out and pulled it up so that her generous size right tit was in my hand while she pumped up the cuff, I took another look at her. She wasn't bad looking, a little on the pudgy side but I wouldn't have kicked her out of bed if the opportunity presented itself either. Involuntarily I felt my hand jump under the soft roundness of her flesh. Was that the hint of a smile I saw on her face?

She pumped it up again and listened and I groaned as my fingers moved slightly. I was disappointed when she took off the stethoscope and put away the cuff, mumbling something about it being close to normal. She went around the table and gently probed my left shoulder. I winced in pain and she said she'd have to cut off my shirt. I said that was okay and she went to work, twice putting my left hand on her right hip as she cut. I could have sworn that she was horny. Then to get the shirt out from under me, she had me put my good arm over her shoulder and together we pulled me up. Our faces pressed cheek to cheek and her boobs rubbed my chest as she dragged my ruined shirt off the table and then eased me down. It hurt ... so good. Amazing what anesthetic a touch of sexy flesh can be!

There wasn't much she could do with the shoulder until they X-rayed it to see if anything was broken so she gingerly checked on my left thigh. Although she tried to be gentle, her fingers hurt like hell. Still there is something about a woman's fingers probing near one's genitals that bring other thoughts to mind and this was no exception. I began to get a monster erection and my mind temporarily forgot about the pain. Then she said that she'd have to take off my jeans and asked if she should cut them off too. I hated to lose a good pair of jeans so I asked if we could just take them off. She agreed, unbuckling my belt, opening the snap and pulling down the zipper. However the swelling in my side proved to be too much and she had to cut them off. Once again, my thoughts were on something besides my injuries when her hands worked the scissors up until she touched my crotch. 

The nurse began to work my pants down, a little at a time, as I rolled from side to side, then I lifted for a couple of seconds so she could pull them down to my knees. I got my right foot up and the jeans came off but she had to lift the left one herself and slip them off. When she put my foot back in the stirrup, she was staring right at my throbbing erection as it pushed my jockeys into a massive tent. "My, we seem to have awakened the giant." I didn't know what to reply so I just grinned stupidly.

She began a visual examination of my leg, starting with the outside, then moving to the inside. There was some blood from some minor cuts and one not-so-minor and a huge bruise that could be still bleeding internally. Gently her fingers probed to check the condition of my leg, up to the point that she had to move my package to the side and I nearly lost it as one hand held my genitals to one side and the other continued to probe. My cock grew stiffer and stiffer and the nurse let out a soft whistle. She said "At least one part of you seems to be very, very healthy, honey." I could only grin again.

She said "I'm going to get radiology in here to make some pictures. I'll be right back." She walked out of the room and closed the door but I could hear her talking to someone. She said "We need pictures of his left shoulder and left thigh. And you wont be able to keep this guy's penis out of the picture. He's huge." There was a further exchange of words but I couldn't hear the rest, as they were apparently walking away.

A few minutes later, the nurse opened the door and said "This is Rita." The radiologist wheeled in a portable x-ray machine. No sooner had she seen my boner than she exclaimed "Whoa!" She brought the machine over and fussed with putting it in just the right place, having to push my cock out of the way several times before she got it just right. Then she changed the angle of the machine and went through the process all over again. Finally she was going to take one from the middle out and she had to ask the nurse to hold my cock. The nurse jumped to the task and somehow my jockeys wound up under my scrotum, no longer covering anything. Even when the technician moved the machine to my shoulder area, the nurse held onto my dong, not that I minded. I never noticed any pain as the tech shifted me to get the plates in place. The nurse had even started to absentmindedly stroke my shaft and play with my balls.

When the technician finished, she said that she would go process the film and she pushed the machine out into the hall, pulling the door closed behind her. The nurse turned to me and said "Honey, we've got to do something about this thing. Do you mind if I take care of it?"

I said "No, please, do whatever you have to do. Its beginning to feel uncomfortably hard."

The nurse kicked a stool over beside the table and nimbly climbed up on it, carefully swung a leg over my torso and positioned herself above me, using the side pull-out to support her right foot. Pulling the skirt of her white dress up to her waist, she revealed a beautiful patch of curly brunette hair where her legs met. Careful to keep from touching my thigh or shoulder, she lowered herself onto my flagpole and watched the whole thing disappear into her pussy. I could feel her internal muscles clasp my schlong and release it, then repeat the process over and over. With my good hand, I reached for her boob and this time, she quickly opened the buttons of her uniform top and unhooked the front-fastening bra, letting me feel the soft, smooth skin of her perfect titties. She whispered "We may not have much time, honey" and began to jog her ass on my staff in short quick strokes. Still it took nearly 10 minutes for me to reach an explosive climax, flooding her pussy with my cum ... just as the doctor and the radiologist came into the room with a big brown envelope of developed film.

The doctor, spotting the nurse riding my boner, said "Oh, Nancy, you're not hurting our patient are you?"

"I don't think so, doctor. I was just trying to administer a little pain killer."

"Well, from the looks of the smile on his face, I would guess that you were successful." She turned to me and said "Well, Mr. Ben Hayes, I hear you are quite a hero."

"Just doing what I could to help."

"I don't think so. I think you went beyond the call of duty. Not many people would have done what you did for that girl."

"Well ... I'm just glad I was there where I could help."

She slipped four x-rays from the envelope into a viewer on the wall. "Well, we don't see anything broken, so it looks like you've got some really bad bruises. These are the views of your thigh and there are no breaks shown." She replaced them with four new shots. "These are the views of your shoulder. It looks like the same thing ... nothing broken but some nasty bruises. I think you're going to be really sore for several days, maybe too sore to do much moving until you do some healing. There is still the possibility of internal bleeding and we need to keep an eye on you for at least the next 24 hours, maybe longer, just to be sure. After that, you're going to have to take it easy for a while and get back into your normal routine over a period of a week or two."

"Wow. Will I be able to stay here?"

"Here? I'm sorry, Mr. Hayes. You may not know. Our facility is a obstetrics & gynecology clinic ... strictly for women. However we're the only medical facility for some miles because the local internal medicine doctor is on vacation. That's the problem with getting hurt in a sparsely populated part of the country. We really don't have a place for people to stay overnight."

"Oh. Okay. How about a motel?"

The doctor was standing beside me and her hands had been resting on my stomach. Almost as if they had a mind of their own, her right hand slid down my side and curled up into my crotch, cupping my balls. "No, I wouldn't do that to you, Mr. Hayes. You really need to be under the watch care of medical personnel. There's not another place that can take care of you within a hundred miles. No, here's what we're going to do. My living quarters are in the back. There's just a couple of rooms but it's not too bad. Sheriff O'Day is getting a hospital bed out of storage and he'll have a mechanic check it over and bring it here by closing time today. We'll get you on it and wheel you back to my rooms. Nancy, Rita and I will take turns taking care of you until you're better and can fend for yourself again. Our receptionist Paula and office manager Tiffany will also pitch in. For right now, just relax here until we get the bed, okay?"

"Sounds like a plan, doctor. Thank you for all you're doing."

"No problem, Mr. Hayes." Then she took hold of my erection. "Does this thing get painful?"

"Well ... yeah, sometimes. If I can't get some relief."

"Okay. How about if we take care of it like Nancy did? Will that be all right?"

"Sure, that would be great."

"Okay." She turned to the others. "We'll take turns. I'll get this one. You two go ahead with normal chores. Nancy, plan on checking on Mr. Hayes every few minutes for the rest of the day, okay?"

Nancy and Rita left the room while the doctor shed her white jacket, slacks and sweater. Under it all, she had a great body ... I guessed at 37D- 24-38, probably 35 to 38 years old. She doffed her panties and bra, used the footstool to climb onto the table without touching me, and very carefully guided my cock into her wet pussy. I was a little surprised at how easy I slid up into her channel ... did that mean that maybe she was just as horny as me?

The doctor was careful but relatively quick, at least until I eased the middle finger of my right hand between us and found her clit. She gulped in her breath and then resumed her pace but two minutes later, she tossed back her head and whispered "I'm cumming, baby." She held perfectly still for a half minute then leaned forward and eased down to the right side of my chest. I hugged her and kissed her cheek and face until she recovered enough that she pushed up on her hands and began rocking forward and back on my cock, much slower than before but much more sensuous for some reason. I trailed the fingers of my right hand over her body, frequently fondling her breasts while she did the real work. She climaxed again just a couple of minutes before my balls exploded and splashed the walls of her cunt with my sticky white cum. Once again the doctor lay on my chest, too spent to dismount. For the first time in my life, I kissed a doctor on the lips, swapping spit with passion for several minutes.

Finally she sat up and gingerly swung over me and off the table. I said "Thank you, doctor. That is so much better."

She smiled and said "Well, thank you, Mr. Hayes. I have to say that you feel really good inside me. Why don't you just call me Evelyn. It sounds so much nicer than doctor." She started putting on her clothes.

"All right, if you call me Ben or Benny or Hey, you."

She laughed. "Okay, Ben. Nancy will check on you shortly."

Ten minutes later, Nancy came in with a glass of ice water and a straw, which she held for me until I had emptied the glass. She asked how I was doing but her hands were both fiddling with my genitals. However she seemed to remember that she had something else to do and she left the room, looking a little flustered.

It seemed like I was alone forever but the clock said that only 12 minutes had passed before Rita came into the room again. I had been thinking about the doctor and my dong was pointing straight up again. She grinned when she saw it and said that it was her turn to take care of it.

Rita was the heavy weight of the group, weighing probably 160 pounds, with probably 15 pounds in each of her tits. They had to be EE and maybe more but still were fairly erect in spite of their weight. She had a pretty good figure, just a little more of it than the other women. She had more trouble getting on the table than Nancy or Evelyn but I helped her with my good arm and she settled down on my schlong without hurting me. I asked her to lean over me for a bit and let me suck her tits and she giggled and complied. After several minutes, she whispered "You're prick feels really good, honey. I'm going to have to sit down on it. Let me know if I hurt you."

She sat back and hurt wasn't close to what I felt. It was wonderful and my brain nearly overloaded with pleasure. She began to squeeze and release, squeeze and release and I felt magnificent. For a while, I fondled her left tit while she worked, then I slipped my hand between us and fingered her clit for a few minutes. Rita began sucking in her breath every few seconds as my finger sent electric shocks coursing through her body until she tossed back her head and said "Oh, baby, oh, baby, oh, baby, I'm FUCKED!" She held perfectly still for a few moments, then her eyes flew open and she whispered loudly "I didn't SAY that out loud, did I?"

When I grinned and nodded, she ducked her head and grinned before starting to pump my cock again. After a bit, she clamped down on my cock and kept up her movement, giving me the effect of masturbating, until my balls contracted and started spitting cum. She had her eyes closed and didn't seem to notice as she kept pumping, the expression on her face indicating that she was really feeling it. She pressed her pubis downward against me and then she seemed to explode. She stopped the pumping motion and replaced it with her ass banging rapidly up and down on me, causing a mixture of pain from my thigh and outstanding pleasure in my balls as they sent the last of their liquid fire up my shaft. Rita suppressed a scream by biting down on her lower lip, wiggled her hips from side to side and then fell face down on my chest, spent from her efforts and the results.

After a few minutes rest, she raised her head and apologized. I asked why and she said "I'm so sorry I forgot that I was supposed to take care of you. Instead I only took care of me."

I pulled her over so I could kiss her open mouth and said "No, sweetheart, you took care of me very well. Just don't let my cum leak out of your pussy." Then I kissed her again. When I let her go, she looked delighted with herself as she climbed off, dressed and left. I felt pretty good. I just relaxed and soon I was asleep.

Forty minutes later I awoke with a throbbing pain in my left thigh and a throbbing pain in my left shoulder and a throbbing in my third leg. Just seconds later Nancy came in quietly, saw that I was awake and asked how I was feeling. I told her and she took a pain pill out of a bottle on the counter, helped me sit up and swallow the pill with some water. She said they'd take care of the other throb but left the room. Almost immediately, it was opened by a short dumpy middle aged woman who introduced herself as Tiffany. She said "I hear you've got a little problem that I can help with. Looks to me like its not such a little problem, honey."


Dubious Hero Ch. 01



She took off her lab coat, pulled her dress over her head as she kicked off her shoes. She stepped out of her panties and unfastened her bra to release a major pair of jugs. Her areolas were as big as baseballs and her nipples were bigger than my thumbs and nearly as long as the last joint. She was so short that getting on the table was a problem but I helped her with my good arm and we got her on the table without causing me too much pain. 

When she guided my dong into her hole, I thought I was going to poke her lungs from the bottom. She just gulped and smiled. She sat on me for nearly ten minutes, telling me that she had been employed in Vegas for a while, then spent a few years in North Carolina, moved to Kansas and finally back here, which was home when she had been a kid. She had been married twice but also divorced twice and she was currently looking for a lover who would appreciate her assets. I told her that I knew of at least three that I truly appreciated ... her hot soft pussy and her two beautiful titties. She laughed and swung them forward so that I could suck them. Then she left them there for another ten minutes before she said that she had better get to working on my penis before her sitting on my crotch began to hurt my thigh. 

I told her I thought she could stay there just as long as she wanted to ... until the same time tomorrow if she felt like it ... and it would be fantastic. She laughed and said that I was too kind. I said "No, I'm just too horny and I like what you're doing for me." Still she started to squirm to and fro and I felt my helmet banging the sides of her cunt ... up around her waist it seemed.

Tiff wasn't feeling too bad working me off, based on the looks that crossed her face nor the words that she softly spoke but when I began fingering her clit, she became spastic and when she popped her cork, she couldn't contain herself. It started with a high-pitched whine and became a full-fledged scream. Within seconds the door slammed open and the room flooded with people: the doctor, Nancy, Rita, a girl with a phone head-set and two women I took for patients. They seemed to think that I had been hurt and were amazed that it was Tiffany screaming in supreme sexual pleasure. For some reason the appearance of all those women seeing us having sex was a turn on and I started to shoot my load into Tiff's twat. That set her off again and she screamed so loud everyone winced. They watched awestruck as she quaked through a very intense climax and slowly came down from the mountain top. By then Tiff was too weak to dismount and it took every one of the women to help her off me without her falling to the floor. As my still stiff flag pole came into sight, the two that I took for patients, both showing that they were several months pregnant, whistled at my tool and one of them grabbed a handful as Nancy and Rita helped Tiffany out of the room and Evelyn took her clothes.

The woman holding my dong looked at it lustfully. I rolled slightly to her side and she lowered her mouth to it. The other woman watched her consume the head of my cock and then cupped my balls in one hand. She said "Look at the balls on this fucker. He's really huge. These things make my husband's nuts look like marbles." The other woman mumbled "mmmmmmbbbffffffff!" I reached over and squeezed her ass and she went to sucking my cock in earnest and didn't ease up until I shot a short load into her mouth. The two of them hastened out of the room when Nancy called them for their appointments.

I felt good enough to be in a sort of twilight zone for a while. I wondered about what time it was, realizing from the growling in my stomach that I had missed lunch and it was getting later. Turning to the clock, I was surprised that it was just after five o'clock. While I was still looking at the clock, the door opened and the little girl who had worn the headset came in. She said "Hi. I'm Paula, the receptionist. I understand you have a problem." She picked up my flaccid cock in one hand and cupped my balls in the other and I began to get hard instantly. She said "Boy, you've really been through it today, haven't you?"

"Well, just another day, you know?"

"No, baby, from what I've heard about you, this can't be just another day. We got a call a few minutes ago. The little girl you saved is going to be okay but the doctors said that she had a cut artery and she would have bled to death in another 20 minutes or so. If you hadn't saved her, she'd be dead right now. I know that canyon. I don't know how you could have gotten down that wall. That was really brave." My cock was standing at full attention. She took off her blouse, jeans and panties but wasn't wearing a bra nor did she need one. Her tits were probably only a C-cup but they stood straight out like funnels on her chest. I couldn't wait to find out if they were real or fake.

Paula climbed onto the table and pointed my arrow into her target but she was very apprehensive about taking all of my shaft so she was very slow and careful about lowering herself onto it. When she finally sat crushed into my crotch, the look on her face was one of pure shock. Finally she just settled back and said "I can't believe I took that whole thing." She sat there squeezing my cock off and on and talked a blue streak. She told me her life story about growing up in the sparsely populated valley, how her father died with she was little and her mother remarried only to have her new husband die after a year from a heart attack. Her mother dated several men after that but didn't find another serious one until eight years later. Paula only had a serious boyfriend after she graduated high school but she said that his dick was maybe half the size of mine. Paula just sat on my rock hard cock for half an hour. She let me fondle her tits while she talked and then when she finally leaned forward and began to hump me, I worked my finger in to her clit and she came and came and came and then came again. 

A few moments later, she pushed back up and said "Damn, that was good, lover. Let me get you off." And she started to hump me again. And I got my finger on her clitty again. And she came again ... and again ... and again. And then my balls screwed themselves into raisins and turned into grapefruit as they spit shot after shot after shot of cum high into Paula's tummy. And for good measure, she came again. And fell flat on her face, exhausted. 

Several minutes later, Paula looked up and grinned. "My pussy is brim full of your cum. I can feel it oozing out. It feels so good, honey." Then she carefully dismounted, dressed, kissed me good-bye and left. The clock said that it was already 6: 10 PM.

A few minutes later, Nancy came breezing in. She said "Freddie is here with the hospital bed. Let's get you so we can move you to it." She had brought a backboard, had me roll onto my good side while she slid the cold board under me. Then she covered me with a sheet and blanket, by which time, Tiffany, Rita and a strange man were wheeling the bed into the room. With some trouble, they got it situated beside the exam table and moved me on the backboard onto the bed. While Nancy and Rita were maneuvering the bed into the hallway, the man introduced himself to me and wanted to shake my hand, saying "Man, you're a real hero for what you did. It's nice to meet you. The sheriff is taking me out to the canyon right now and I'm gonna drive your pickup back to my place. I'll service it and it'll be ready to go whenever you're ready for it. Take care."

"Thanks, Freddie. I appreciate your help."

By then we were started down the hall in the opposite direction. We crossed into an add-on section which was furnished as living quarters, not large but at least comfortable. I was a little surprised that the room with the most available space was the bedroom and that's where they wheeled me. All five of the women from the clinic fussed over me, folding up the covers, removing the backboard, getting me a drink of water, rubbing my cock ... Rita massaged my cock and balls and I quickly got another erection. While Evelyn, Nancy, and Paula went to the kitchen to fix something for dinner, Rita climbed on top of my dong and Tiffany massaged my balls. While Rita leaned forward and rubbed her tits on my chest and let her tongue explore my mouth, Tiffany played her fingers on my lower shaft and balls and between the two of them made me feel so very good.

Right after Rita made me cum, she dismounted and padded off toward the kitchen, naked as a jay bird, leaving Tiffany now sucking our juices off my cock. Shortly thereafter, she peeled off her clothes and mounted my obsessive erection but just as she sat down on me, the other four women came it with plates for everybody and glasses and a pitcher of iced tea. I hit the electronic control to raise the head of the bed and took a plate. Tiffany took a plate, content to sit engulfing my sword while we ate. The other women sat on the other bed and chairs and we all ate together. The conversation was mostly about sex and the relative merits of various shapes of penises. It was the first time I had eaten a meal while my cock was buried in a pussy.

When we finished, Nancy took our plates and glasses and Tiff concentrated on fucking me to a climax. However before I got off, she climaxed twice. By then Tiffany and Paula said that they had to get home to take care of family, leaving me with the doc, the nurse and the technician. Nancy and Rita had volunteered to spend the night and share the duties of keeping a watch on me. The rest of the time until everyone got sleepy, we talked and fucked, talked and fucked, talked and fucked, until we finally went to sleep. Evelyn was the last one on my dong and she just curled up at my good side and went to sleep. 

I woke up at 2:11 AM with a headache and a hard on. I was on my good side, curled up behind Evelyn and my cock was trying to find the split between her legs. With a little maneuvering of my torso, we found the right spot and it began to worm its way into her cunt. I managed to get it buried deep into her while she was still asleep but when I tried to move enough to fuck her, I got a searing pain in my leg and had to be still. However she must have sensed my problem because she rolled onto hands and knees, swung a leg over me and sat down on my probe. Then she drowsily but happily humped me until I shot another load of cum into her twat. Then she kissed me, eased off the bed and snuggled into a bundle with the other women on her own bed.

I closed my eyes and started to drift off to sleep but before I went out, someone crawled into bed with me. I looked down as her head lay on my good arm. It was Nancy. She snuggled up under my arm and we were soon both asleep.

I awoke at 3:58 to the delicious feeling of pressure in my crotch but only gradually understood that it was a woman sitting on my cock, her wet pussy providing a warm hiding place for my probe. It was Nancy and she was just sitting, flexing her inner muscles to feel my erection sitting inside her. After ten minutes of intense screwing, I shot a hot load into her quivering, shaking, quaking cunt and we both went back to sleep.

By the time I woke up, it was 6:18 and all the women were gone. I could hear them in the kitchen talking but they had let me sleep. My bladder was overloaded, so I swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat for a few minutes while the spinning in my head subsided. I realized that I could not use my left hand for much yet without causing more pain than I could handle and when I stepped down on both feet, the left one "screamed" pretty loudly in protest but I gritted my teeth and it began to subside, at least enough for me to shuffle into the bathroom.

I thought I had been pretty quiet but Rita came rushing in to see what was going on. When she saw me standing in front of the commode, her face seemed to light up. She said "Hey, I've always wanted to write my name in the water with one of those things. Can I hold it?"

I just grinned and nodded so she took my flaccid cock as if she'd never touched one and as the yellow water began streaming out, she made a whole series of motions with it. When the water still poured out, she seemed to run out of things to do with it so she aimed it just below the rim 

and traced yellow circles in the bowl. When I finally stopped peeing, she shook it and gave my balls a squeeze. I said "Boy, do I smell like sex. I need a shower."

Rita said "Well, I was just about to take mine. If you want to, we can go together and I can help you."

"Sounds good. Let's do it." Fortunately the shower stall was large and we could both get into it easily. When I had trouble reaching all of my body with the soap, Rita took it from me and soaped me all over, even around my anus and balls which got my cock rock hard in seconds. Rita bent over and pushed back on my erection and while I leaned back on the wall for support, she bucked forward and back for several minutes. Then she stopped and pulled away, turned and soaped my cock really good. When she turned back away from me, she reached between her legs to capture my dong. This time she positioned it at her ass and shoved backward slowly until it popped inside her sphincter. A few moments later, she was banging away harder than she had with my cock in her pussy. After a few minutes of fucking that tight hole, we both exploded like dynamite. As she was cleaning me up again, Rita explained that she had always been partial to being screwed in the ass and liked to do that in the shower because it was so easy to clean up afterward. I agreed that it was fantastic that way.

When we got out of the shower, I could hardly stand. Nancy and Evelyn both came in and helped Rita dry me and Evelyn said that I'd been up enough and should get back in bed. Quickly the women put on fresh linen and I got back in bed, grateful to be lying down again. A couple of minutes later, Nancy brought in a tray with breakfast, the ladies all brought their plates in and sat on the bed with me to eat and talk. Evelyn said that it was about time for them to get to work, since the clinic opened at 8:30 and they have some work to do before opening. Just then the bell on her back door rang.

Evelyn answered the door and soon came back with the two pregnant customers from the day before. They were Carolyn, 6 months PG, and Susan, 7 months. Evelyn told me that they wanted to volunteer to stay with me and keep watch on me while the others were running the clinic that day, if it was all right with me. I had no objections. Twenty minutes later the doctor and her assistants had dressed and gone to work.

Carolyn pulled up a chair near the bed but Susan sat on the bed beside my feet. They inquired about how I was doing and I said that I was making progress ... by then I had even been able to move my left arm some, although far from the full range of motion. I was pretty confident that I'd make a full recovery but probably have some soreness for several days. I intended to try to get some exercise that day to speed the process.

While I was talking, Susan's hand slipped under the sheet and lightly caressed my thigh and soon she had a handful of my cock, which caused it to begin growing immediately. Carolyn jumped out of the chair and sat on the other side of the bed and her hand slid up to cup my balls. She said "What do you think about having sex with pregnant women?"

"I think pregnant women are especially sexy. I love having sex with them. Why?"

"Because we both want some of that big penis we saw yesterday. Are you interested?"

I flung the sheet to the end of the bed, leaving my erection in plain sight. "Does that answer your question?" I asked, smiling.

Both women immediately undressed. Within a minute, Susan was sitting on top of my cock and Carolyn was sitting on my face. I was able to get my left arm up enough to rest it on Carolyn's ass and let my thumb help hold her pussy open so I could eat her. For some reason, my brain told my body that this was one of the sexiest scenes I had ever been part of and my body felt like millions and millions of nerve endings. Every part of me felt super-sensitive. And because no one was in a hurry to make it end, the feelings just seemed to go on forever. I completely lost track of time, gently licking and sucking Carolyn's cunt until she started having a whole series of mini-orgasms, each lasting for maybe ten seconds and sending a little spurt of sweet/tart cunt juice out onto my face. I even managed to lift my left arm high enough to cup a handful of her hefty left tit and as long as I held it, every time I squeezed her nipple, she grunted, spread her legs and mashed her twat into my face before slowly returning to her former position. In the meantime, Susan was just sitting on my schlong, using it like a multi-directional rocking chair. She would rock forward and back, never moving her legs, then switch to side to side and then to a diagonal, around and around, not insistently but just causing the head of my cock to explore all the available space inside her channel. It was delicious.

I knew Susan was getting serious when she shifted forward so that her clit rubbed my pubis with every forward and backward stroke and soon I could hear her moaning and then she got board-stiff, clamped her buttocks together to hold onto my cock, and shuddered through maybe twenty seconds of orgasm. When it passed, she seemed to melt into my crotch like hot butter and just sat there, basking in the afterglow. I got a little more serious working on Carolyn. As an afterthought, I ran my tongue along her slit into the valley of her anus, licked all around the puckered opening and then plunged my tongue at her sphincter. I didn't penetrate but the effect was tremendous ... she jumped like she was shot, sat up straight and then plunged down onto my face. She began to shake like a dog with a rag-doll and suddenly my face was covered from eyebrows to chin in sticky salty sweet cum. I set about trying to lick her clean but felt several trickles down my cheeks onto my neck. No way could I lick her fast enough to swallow it all but I tried.

While Carolyn was in the midst of her climax, Susan started fucking me again, keeping her muscles clamped onto my shaft. Between the heady scent of female cum, the taste of Susan's pussy, and the feel of her tits, plus the wonderful electric shocks Susan generated on my penis, my brain was on sexual overload. Within a couple of minutes, my balls contracted and began to pulse, spitting their load of hot cum high into Susan's belly. I gave her twelve hot shots, two dry pumps and a trickle of my cum. Then I relaxed as the girls carefully dismounted and lay in my arms, one on each side.

That's the way Nancy found us at 10:15 when she came back to check on us. She laughed when I said that I had moved my left side a little, saying "That's what happens when you get horny enough and, sugar, you are horny enough for several men." She headed back to the clinic ... and we went back to fucking. Carolyn eased her big belly down on my cock, slid my shaft into her pussy and began to rock while Susan slithered upward beside me and let me suck on her big titties.

After I shot a load into Carolyn and we recovered, I needed to sit up for a while so we went into the kitchen and sat around the table with cups of fresh coffee. I asked the women if their husbands knew that they were at the clinic fucking a stranger.

Carolyn replied with a laugh "Neither of us is married. We don't even have steady boyfriends."

"Oh" I said contritely.

Susan picked up the conversation "Uh, uh. It's not like that. We don't want husbands and we don't want any of the men around here now for long term boy friends either. However we did both want children so we picked men to donate the sperm and we got pregnant. Too bad you weren't around at the time ... we'd have both picked you."




Dubious Hero Ch. 01



"Wow! I'm flattered."

"Well, we like you. We really like the way you rescued that little girl. Even more than that we both like the way your cock is big and hard and long and stays that way for a long time."

We all laughed. They looked at my lap and there it stood, erect, dripping pre-cum again. Then Susan went to the counter for the coffee pot and my dong jumped as I watched her smooth round ass rollicking as she walked. I stood and got her to bend over the table and I fucked her doggy style, ignoring the lessening pain in my left arm and leg long enough to hold her until we both climaxed. The pleasure of pounding her ass far exceeded the protests from my healing body.

The rest of the day was a parade of sexy women. I screwed Carolyn in the living room and we had just separated a couple of minutes before Rita came in to check on us. I got Rita down on the throw rug and fucked her in the missionary position. Ten minutes after she walked unsteadily back into the clinic, Tiffany came back and I pumped her pussy in the same place. When Evelyn came in 30 minutes later, I fucked the good doctor bent over the arm of her sofa, doggy style.

While we were eating a sandwich for lunch, Paula walked in and we fucked on the living room rug. Shortly after one o'clock, it was Nancy's turn and I pounded her pussy from behind on the same rug. It finally occurred to me that, of the five women in the clinic, none of them had worn jeans or slacks ... or panties ... that day. I think that they all planned to get fucked during that shift. With that realization, I promised myself I was going to die trying to satisfy all seven of the ladies one more time that day ... and by the time I finally went to sleep for the night I had done just that.

Late in the afternoon, Evelyn came in to check me over. Then she said "I think you could do pretty much whatever your body would let you do. It looks like it is beginning to heal well and there will just be the usual aches and pains of a bruised body correcting itself. By the way, a couple of wire service reporters want to interview you if you feel like it."

Since I didn't have clothes, the doctor had Nancy set me up in bed with covers and ushered the reporters in. They didn't take long ... about ten minutes ... but it felt strange to talk about the events of the prior morning.

After they left, I got out of bed again and resumed my quest to please the ladies. It was particularly intriguing to fuck the two pregnant women, being careful to keep from pressing too hard on their bellies while still trying to tease their clitties, but I got it done successfully and got some tittie from each of them in the process. Once the clinic closed and the five women came back to the apartment, Carolyn and Susan dressed and left. Since I had had a good day and was not going to require regular checking, no one was going to stay that evening except the doctor so I asked the other four if I could sample their wares one more time before they left. All agreed but it still took nearly three hours to fuck the four women and do it well. I started with Paula, then Tiffany, then Nancy and finally Rita, making every one of them cum at least twice before I spit a load of my love juice into their love boxes. At the moment that each of them came, I had the feeling that if I had asked them to permanently join my harem, they would have gladly done it.

After the others had left, Evelyn said that she was tired and needed some rest. She undressed and climbed into bed and I crawled onto the foot of the bed and began to massage her feet. She said that it felt fabulous but after a bit asked if I would massage her calves. Ten minutes later she had me move high and then higher still and then she spread her legs and asked if I wanted to massage between her legs. I said "no, but I sure would like to taste it." I lay down on my belly and buried my face in her twat and soon had her crooning a soft sweet love song, saying that she would love to get laid. 

I didn't bother telling Evelyn that she was going to get laid ... we both knew she was. But first I wanted her to get started on the road to feeling good, and she did, cumming twice before I slid slowly up her form, kissing every inch of her bare skin along the way, exploring each curve of abdomen, stomach, ribs, breasts, and neck before slipping my sword into her sloppy wet sheath and kissing her with prolonged passion while I slowly humped her cunt. By the time my balls poured their treasure into her waiting receptacle, she had cum three more times and was far more relaxed than she had been after a day's work. We snuggled up together and went to sleep.

I only fucked the sweet doctor one more time that night. That's because I slept so well, I only woke up one time, and then only from pressure on my bladder. When I came back to bed, she was in the same position, on her side facing away from me but as I got into bed, she lifted her top leg, giving me access to her delights to fuck. I slid my pole into her still-wet pussy and then hugged her, cupping a breast in each hand as I fucked her, pressing my crotch around the smooth rounded contours of her buttocks while she flexed her cunt muscles around my shaft. No sooner had I eased my fingers down to her crease and touched her clit than she came explosively. Quickly I rammed myself into her repeatedly until my balls tightened and spit out a new load. We were still huddled together when we went off to sleep.

In the morning when I woke up, Evelyn was smiling at me. She said that she couldn't ever remember feeling better. She said she had to start getting ready for the clinic to open but if I'd like a wake-up fuck, she'd sure be willing. I climbed on top and gave her one, probably taking more time than she really had to give but she didn't complain, not after her second orgasm at least. I filled her with my cum and by then my left side was beginning to complain loudly so I watched her pad off to the kitchen for coffee with a thin white stream trickling down the inside of her legs. When she came back and handed me a cup, she looked at the trickle and said that she found it strangely sexy to feel it rolling down her thigh.

When Evelyn had dressed and turned into the clinic, I asked about a way to retrieve my bag of clothes from my truck. She said she'd take care of it. Then, one by one, an hour at a time, the other four ladies of the clinic visited me. We started each session by eating each other in the 69 position and then I fucked the women in whatever position they preferred. Rita asked if I could fuck her quickly in her pussy and then fuck her again in her ass if she could suck my cock back to an erection. She didn't have any problem doing that and she walked back to work with a load of cum in both her lower orifices. I have to admit that I felt uniquely satisfied watching my cum oozing from her pussy and her anus at the same time.

Shortly after noon, Carolyn and Susan came through the back door bearing my little duffel bag of clothes. I thanked them but they said they wanted more than thanks ... they wanted to get laid. They got their wish. Around 2:30, the women of the clinic began returning for another hour of sex, everyone except the doctor. Nancy explained that they had a woman who was probably going to deliver sometime that afternoon and the doctor said that she would see me that evening. Nancy and Rita both said that Evelyn told them how satisfying our screwing had been the previous evening. I finished the round of ladies from the clinic just after 6 PM, then gave Carolyn and Susan a quickie fuck before they had to leave.

After the others were gone for the day and Evelyn and I had dinner that night, I said "I think I'm well enough that I need to get out of your hair tomorrow before I wear out my welcome. Would you let me know what I need to pay for the care, food and lodging?

"Ben, there is no way I'm going to take money for what I've done, not after you risked your life for a stranger."

I said "I appreciate it but I didn't intend for my actions to eat up your resources, doc."

She replied "As long as you eat up something else of mine this evening, we would be even." She smiled conspiratorially. "However" she added "In my personal opinion you will not be ready to leave and probably should count on staying the rest of the week before I think you will be strong enough to go back out on your own."

"Your personal opinion?"

"No, I meant my professional opinion."

"Oh? Are you sure?"

"Well ... maybe it is my personal opinion."

"Are you saying you want me to stay?"

"Yes."

"Oh ... okay, but only if you'll let me take you out for meals or at least buy some groceries."

"Okay, I can live with that. Now if you're finished, let me take care of your dishes and then let's go fool around some more."

That was Tuesday, the fourth day of my week's vacation, and I did spend the rest of the week with Evelyn. Every night, she and I fucked our heads off after I had eaten her pussy until she came two or three times, except on Friday night when I made a pig of myself and she came seven times before I came up for air. During the course of the night I would fuck her two or three times and, along with a nightly foot massage, a few of which even brought her to a mild orgasm, she stated that she felt fantastic every morning when she woke up. Since she had taken over the clinic's operation over thirteen years before, she had not had sex on a steady basis with anyone. It was a great arrangement for both of us.

During the days, I alternated screwing the other four women of the clinic plus the two pregnant lovers. I had never in my life gotten so much pussy as I was getting that week and I was amazed that my dick didn't shrivel up and fall off. Instead it was always ready and my balls provided outstanding support. I had been concerned that Evelyn's response Tuesday night was a statement that she wanted me to herself but she facilitated my sexual encounters with each of the other women and seemed to be happy that they were all being satisfied with our escapades.

I hated when Sunday morning arrived. I had a 525 mile drive in front of me to get back home and would have to make a long hard drive by myself so I would be ready for work the following morning. All seven of my lovers showed up and the good-byes were tearful. Even the sheriff and Freddie came by the clinic to wish me well. Reluctantly I parked my reasonably well-recovered body in my truck and headed for the highway.

End of Chapter 01



Dubious Hero Ch. 02



Author's note: Many thanks to Copperbutterfly for her editing expertise in helping make this a better story.

It was a little strange Monday morning when I resumed my job in building construction. At first my body protested that it wasn't up to it but I persisted, knowing that the only way to get it back in shape was to work. By the third week, there were no indications that I'd ever missed a beat.

That Wednesday night I got a phone call. The caller, a woman, stated that her name was Brenda and that she was the mother of Katy, the girl that I had rescued. Brenda said that she had stood at the railing and watched her daughter fall, watched me go down the canyon wall, had watched me rescue her daughter, all while too terrified to even help. She said "My daughter is alive because of you and Katy and I want to come visit you and let you know just how grateful we are."

"Brenda, I appreciate that but its not necessary. I just did what I would want someone else to do if it was my daughter."

"Oh. So you have children?"

"No. I'm a loner, I guess. I've never had that sort of relationship with anyone yet."

"Well, then we'd like to visit you, if you wouldn't mind."

"No. No, I wouldn't mind. I just don't want you spending a lot of time thinking I'm something I'm not."

"Ben, when I think that I wouldn't have Katy if it weren't for you, I know you are a hero. Please let us come."

"Okay, when you put it like that, how could I refuse? When would you like to come?"

"How about this weekend?"

"Well ... okay." I gave her instructions on how to get to my place and told her that I wouldn't be there until late Friday afternoon. They agreed to arrive between 5 and 6 PM and Brenda insisted that they would like to take me to dinner that evening. She asked about a hotel nearby and I gave her a recommendation.

The following two days I had all kinds of emotions about the impending visit of Brenda and Katy. What if they somehow blamed me for Katy's injuries? What if they were looking for me to give them some sort of financial compensation? I certainly didn't make that much. What if they now expected me to take over support of their family? I don't know why they would think any of these thoughts but you read about just such things happening every day. Ah, well!

Finally Friday passed and I hurried home to get cleaned up before they arrived, shaving and showering to wash the day's sweat off. I was dressed nicely but casually in slacks and sport shirt when they arrived about 5:15.

Brenda turned out to be a very attractive, vivacious 35 year old brunette with a fantastic smile. I greeted Katy as a stranger, because she didn't look anything like the frightened little girl I put on that old board in the canyon. She was a beautiful 15 year old with long brown hair and piercing hazel eyes, a sparkling personality to match the pearly white teeth she displayed almost constantly. If her mother was vivacious, this girl was downright voracious. No sooner had I opened the door than her arms were around my neck and she was kissing me on the cheek. Brenda laughed and called her off but that only lasted a few minutes until we were in the den and had settled into seats. 

Katy sat on the sofa beside me and made no bones about the fact that she thought I was something special. She tucked herself under my arm and loved on me like a brother ... well, maybe a brother with a special relationship. Brenda laughed at her daughter and said "Ben, you wouldn't believe how much Katy has talked about you ever since she first saw you in the canyon. She talks about you constantly. She talks about how strong you are. She talks about how handsome you are. She talks about how brave you were to go down there and get her. She talks about how calm you were and how you soothed her fears when you were hanging out there in thin air. In short, you are her hero."

Katy hugged me and kissed me again and I returned the hug. It had started to get a little uncomfortable so I suggested that we go someplace to get something to eat. 

Since they had taken a cab to my place, we all squeezed into the seat of my pickup with Katy in the middle, her legs on either side of the floor shifter. Katy had never been in a stick shift with a floor shifter so she wanted to know the pattern of the transmission. I showed her how it went up to first, down to second, up and over for third, and down for high, then over and down to reverse. I was almost embarrassed that every time I shifted to reverse, second or high, my hand came up between her legs uncomfortably close to her crotch. I was extremely careful not to touch Katy while maneuvering the stick shift.

It was a 30 minute drive to the restaurant that I had chosen, a nice quiet steakhouse that I visited maybe twice a year if I could afford it. Now since I had not spent my allotment on vacation, I was going to spend some of it for these two ladies and me a nice dinner. Katy was so interested in the stick shift and traffic was very light in this part of town by now so we worked out a game where I'd tell her when to get ready, where to shift and after pushing in the clutch, Katy would move the lever and I'd operate the clutch. We jerked and bounced all the way to the restaurant but got out laughing uproariously at ourselves.

At the steakhouse, Katy insisted that I sit on the same bench of our booth as she and that her mother sat across from me. Katy continued to keep up a running commentary about everything under the sun, as if she was afraid of silence. She told me all about her friends back home, about her school ... she was a sophomore in high school ... and how they had reacted when she told them about me. She made it sound like the girls had all fallen in love with me and the boys hated me. She told me that she had started a scrap book of clippings she had cut from various newspapers about the canyon and about her fall and rescue. She even told me about the two wire stories from the reporters who had interviewed me at the clinic ... it sounded like they had embellished the story to make it sound like so much more than it had been.

We ordered, ate salads, then steak and baked potatoes, enjoyed a scoop of sorbet, and then dawdled over deserts and coffee. Before I knew it, a most enjoyable two plus hours had passed. I paid the bill and we piled back into the truck for the drive back home. It was even more disconcerting than the drive over because Katy sat so closely that our thighs were pressed together and I had to concentrate to keep from getting aroused. I don't know where she came up with so many things to talk about but she kept up the conversation all the way, talking excitedly as if every action was really noteworthy. By the time I pulled into my driveway, we were laughing again but this time because Katy had become pretty good at anticipating the need to shift the machine, and several times admonished me to keep quiet when she had already started shifting before I asked her to.

I put on a pot of coffee for Brenda and me and offered Katy orange juice or a variety of soda pop but she declined. We sat in the den again and talked until the conversation began to lag. Then Katy and Brenda seemed to be exchanging some sort of unspoken messages. Katy seemed to be unwinding noticeably and before long Brenda had her stretched out on the couch. She explained that Katy was still only slowly regaining her strength and the evening had already taken a lot out of her. Katy was asleep before Brenda stopped talking.

Brenda seemed to have something to say but was not sure how to say it. She hemmed and hawed and talked about everything but what was on her mind.

Brenda finally spoke. "Katy and I have been talking about sex. So far I have convinced Katy to remain a virgin although she thinks she is ready to do it. I think I have her convinced to wait a while longer though"

Brenda took a deep breath and continued. "You know we called the doctor that took care of you to get your phone number and she and I talked at length. The doctor was quite helpful and ... well, what she had to say sort of cemented my decision."

She paused and I continued to wonder what she was talking about. I looked at Katy only to see that she was out like a light. I turned back to Brenda. "I owe you so much ... I'm not sure anyone else can understand what a mother feels when she almost loses her only daughter. It's really a terrible feeling and then when someone intervenes and keeps it from happening, she ... well, I feel like I owe that person a lot."

In sympathy, I said "Brenda, I think I have an understanding of what you mean. Let me assure you that you don't owe me anything. I am really, really happy that I was there and could stop the worst result from happening ... for both of us. And spending an evening around Katy and seeing how bubbly she is, well, that's payment enough."

Brenda said "Ben, we've talked about it. I know that I could never pay you for what you did. I don't have enough money even if I could put a price on her life. And there's no way I could do that!"

"I know, Brenda" I said. "That's why I'm not looking for payment from you."

"I think there is one way, though" she said> "One way to at least let you know that I do appreciate what you did."

"Oh? What's that?" I asked.

"Well ... the doctor was very helpful. She had a number of stories she told us ... about how you made her and some other ladies very glad that you were taken to their facility. I understand that you spent a week doing very well for them. Is that right?"

"I guess I'd have to say that I did very well for myself. But I didn't think women were supposed to kiss and tell."

Brenda laughed. "Women kiss and tell all the time. They just don't tell other men."

Brenda moved over in front of me and knelt, looking up into my eyes. Her hand drifted along my thigh and into my crotch, feeling my hard-on ... I couldn't help it. The talk about sex had renewed my erection. She said "How about it, Ben? Will you do me do this, please? It isn't a payment but just a token of my appreciation."

I asked "Are you both absolutely sure you want to do this?"

Quickly Brenda chimed in with "I'm am so positive. Yes."

"What did you have in mind?" I asked.

"Well, I'd like to become your sex slave for the night, if you'd let me. You can do anything you want to with me for the rest of the night and until we have to leave tomorrow afternoon. I want to try to give you as memorable a time as I can, so you understand just how much I love you for saving my little Katy."

I glanced over at Katy and asked, "What about Katy?"

Brenda said, "We'll make her comfortable on the couch and she'll probably sleep until late morning there."

We got a couple of pillows and a quilt and made Katy comfortable on the couch, then turned out all but a night-light and went to my bedroom. I wasn't sure what to do with Brenda but she put me at ease, having me sit on the edge of the bed so she could take of my shoes and socks. Even before continuing, she gave me a foot rub that was almost as sensuous as a sex act.

Finally Brenda unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, then unzipped my pants and pulled them and my shorts off as I lifted my hips off the bed. 

While I scooted over, she began removing her own clothes, revealing a very voluptuous body very much to my liking: she had large oval shaped boobs that slightly overflowed my big hands, each sporting a hard rubbery nipple about a half inch in length. Her waist had enough of an indentation from her hips and breasts to define that smaller circumference. Her hips fanned out from there into smooth well-rounded buttocks and down to shapely legs all the way to her small feet. If she really let me be her sex master for the night, I knew I wouldn't get much sleep ... and neither would she.

Brenda joined me, on her side facing me, and we spent quite a while just hugging and kissing and touching each other. Brenda was delicious to taste and exhilarating to the touch so I was kept busy as I worked my way all over her skin from top to bottom. I savored every part of her ... soft facial and neck skin on which she used a moisturizer probably every day, slightly lighter skin of her chest and back and underarms which was most often protected by some clothing, the gentle tanned skin of her arms which was most often exposed to sun, wind and weather. 

I skipped over the next part and moved to her toes, where I attended to her feet which were defined by the taut tendons on top, along with her tiny ruby red toe nails and the surprisingly soft soles of her feet which were graced with no calluses. Her calves were a match for her arms, obviously being exposed often to the sun and weather and yet were still soft enough to feel great as I rubbed them across the skin of my cheeks. Her thighs apparently did not get a lot exposure via sunbathing because they were a creamier color and softer texture than her calves.

I turned her on her stomach and went up above her waist, then started back down, covering the soft smooth landscape in long swirls that could have been designed with a French curve, wandering around each buttock and centering finally on the little crevasse that hid her anus. By the time I had traced thirty of those wet curves, she had buried her head in a pillow to muffle her moans of pleasure.

I rolled her over once more and began working on the area from her waist to the joining of her thighs to her body. When I brushed against her pussy as I stretched to touch my tongue to her belly button, I realized that she was already oozing liquid fire from her pussy. As I buried my face in her soft bush, my face was immediately covered with her cum from my eyebrows to the bottom of my chin while my tongue went in search of the source of such deliciousness.

I went to take a leak and cleaned up my cock and balls, which got me horny again, especially when I walked back into the bedroom and saw that beautiful bottom laying there. I climbed up behind Brenda on my knees and eased my dong into her pussy, eliciting a faint smile from her. I humped her roughly, banging her ass unmercifully until my balls contracted once more and spat another load of cum into her. Then I collapsed beside her and we went to sleep cuddled together.

The next morning before Katy appeared, we fucked until we were sated, then finally showered, ate a late breakfast and then drove down to their hotel, where they collected their things and checked out so they could stay with me the rest of the weekend before catching a plane back to Chicago. We had a great afternoon, with me giving them a tour of my hometown (it wasn't much compared to their own home town) and what attractions there are. By late afternoon, Katy was asking if we could go back home so she could talk more with a couple of girls her age that lived in my complex. Brenda was not displeased with the suggestion. 

It was almost 6 o'clock by the time we got home. When the girls spotted Katy, they invited her to the swimming pool. Brenda and I adjourned to the bedroom and I was soon pumping her pussy. I took 35 minutes to get her off three times and then spit my load up her love channel. I rested for a while as Brenda fondled my cock and balls as she laughed about Katy's enthusiasm over making new friends. 

My tool was soon standing at attention. Brenda took her place and let me climbe between her legs. This time it was 47 minutes while Brenda came five times and I gave up another load of sperm. While we rested, we called in some pizza for delivery for the five of us. When it arrived, Brenda shocked the delivery boy by flashing him a shot of her bare pussy as the door was closing.

I woke up Sunday morning with a heavy weight on my body. When I finally got my eyes opened, I saw a beautifully naked Brenda sitting astride me leaning back with my semi-erect cock in her pussy and one hand between us squeezing my balls and guiding my penis into her cunt with the other. Brenda saw my eyes open and she flashed a huge smile at me. Her left hand combed through my chest hair and she said "Come on, Ben. Let's fuck. This is going to be a short day and I don't want to miss out on any of it. Pleaseeee!" As if I had a choice ... or wanted one!

We had to leave by 2 o'clock to get them to the train station. Before then we spent almost the entire time screwing or trying to get my cock up again so we could screw. I completely lost track of the number of orgasms the woman had, although I vividly remember every one of the five I had, including four in Brenda's pussy and one where both her hands held my love stick pointing at her mouth as shot after shot hit the roof of her mouth while she giggled uncontrollably. It was a hot morning. Needless to say we left my bed soaked in the mixed love juices of two bodies intermingling freely.

The drive down to the station was a bit melancholy because everyone was sad that we were parting. However Brenda invited me to visit them, promising that I would not need to rent a hotel room ... we all laughed at that! Of course Katy knew where her mother had been spending most of her time! As the train was boarding, I kissed them both and thanked them for a great weekend. Katy thanked me for saving her again. Brenda thanked me for reminding her how great sex could be with the right person and for keeping her with her precious daughter.

Unfortunately I never got to make that trip.

Three weeks after they left, the country fell into a recession, one that developed more rapidly than any other in my memory. It was not a bad one as those things go but construction was the first thing to feel the hit. As soon as my part of my current job ended, there was nothing ... absolutely nothing ... in my line to move to, where there had been a whole list of projects waiting to be started before then. No sweat. There must be something else I could do. I started hunting. But there was nothing to find. Weeks passed with no jobs at all, while in others I found a day's work here and there. Reports of an upswing in the economy proved to be wishful thinking. 

Four months after my last regular job I called Brenda and said that I had not forgotten about my promise to visit them but I explained the situation and that I just couldn't afford the trip until things got better. Brenda understood and even offered to help by sending money but I told her I just couldn't take money from her ... at least, not yet. Then, about to hang up, she came up with an idea.

She had kept in touch with Doctor Evelyn Santos, the doctor that had taken care of me. The doctor said that they had finally gotten funds from the state and federal government to build a full-scale family medical clinic but so far had received scant interest from builders because it was such a remote area. Brenda suggested I call the doc and talk to her about it.

So I talked with Evelyn about it. She said that none of the contractors they had talked with wanted to build in such a remote area since it was, relatively speaking, a small job. I explained my situation and expressed interest in handling the building as a one man job with subcontract help on the concrete, plumbing and electrical work. She was delighted and quickly began to expand on my thoughts. She said that I wouldn't have to find a place to live either, if I knew what she meant ... and didn't mind sharing a bed with her. 

I would have to form a corporation for doing business in the state but she assured me that it could be done quickly and easily, mostly by internet, and she could help me. Although the board of directors would have to approve, she felt certain that she could provide enough influence on the board that they was agree with her.

In two days I wrapped up my personal belongings, selling or giving away what I would not need, packed the rest in my pickup and headed west. When I arrived an hour before the clinic closed, the doctor shoved me into an empty exam room and smothered me with kisses as a way of welcoming me. Eventually all the other ladies came by and gave me similar treatment.




Dubious Hero Ch. 02



The next morning I pored over the blueprints for the new clinic, which was to be built on the site just behind the current OB/GYN clinic. I would be working with both Evelyn and the family practitioner but he would have little to say about the building over the course of construction other than "just do it." The clinic would include separate but equal living quarters for both doctors, enough for a small family if that was needed. 

I estimated that it would take at least eleven months to complete the building and get it outfitted, ready for use. That required me to work consistently six days a week so there was not much margin for error. However when the board discussed the schedule, they thought I was being too ambitious and should take a little longer. Besides a fifteen month schedule would come closer to matching the schedule when they could collect money from the state and federal units that would be supporting the construction. Without that money, the board couldn't pay me anyway. Sounded good to me.

I had to drive 80 miles to rent a Bobcat to work on the foundation preparation and knew that most of my supplies would come from someone in the same town. Fortunately there was a ready-mix contractor only about 25 miles away and he was able to provide everything I needed once I was ready to pour the foundation.

Meanwhile every evening was filled with glorious sex. Evelyn and I became regular lovers but she invited the other four staffers of the clinic to visit me quite often too. Carolyn and Susan had both given birth to healthy babies and, whether they assumed they were entitled or Evelyn invited them, they came by once a week for a pick-me-up fuck, almost always coming together. In the first seven weeks I was there, Evelyn also invited some friends to come play: Mary Alice, a busty divorcee of 41 years; Lori, a mature widow of only 36 years; and Trudi, a tall, shapely 38 year old farmer's wife. At first I was reluctant to screw the wife of any man but was convinced when Evelyn told me that her husband could not fuck her due to a tractor accident years ago and ... when she took off her clothes and showed me her great titties and baby smooth pussy. My cock was in her 30 seconds later. All three women became regular lovers, usually during daytime hours. Early on we fucked in any out-of-sight area around the clinic. Later with the first of the walls up, I kept a blanket available so we could use what little protection the walls afforded. It made my day a little longer but I sure was happy while I worked.

When I got into the eighth month of work, I was visited at the site by a member of the three-person city council. She looked around at the clinic and then stopped to talk with me. 

She said "My name is Mavis Thomlinson. I'm a member of Lafayette Town Council. We have been debating whether to build a new town hall or to restore the existing one and maybe add some additional space. We are having problems getting professional help in making the decision and so I volunteered to the council that I would asked if you would look into it and give us your opinion."

I said "Mrs. Thomlinson, I would be glad to do that. How about this? Within a week, I'll drop by and get a look at the existing building and see about what kind of extra space you have in mind. By the end of the second week, I'll give you a rough draft of an estimate. If you want to proceed, then I'll get more specific and we'll see where it goes. Okay?"

Mavis was delighted and we parted with high expectations.


No sooner had I arrived in town for the second time than I began to work evenings on creating a personal corporation with myself as the only principal. It turned out that Evelyn was able to help me out by doing some work on the internet from state government sites and over the course of several nights, I got the paperwork filed to become registered as BH Contractors Inc. P.C.

I took a day out of my construction work to peruse the current town hall and found it to be a historical building of extremely sturdy construction. The outside consisted of locally quarried and cut stone that had become worn over the years, nearly 150, but not to the point of being a problem. Inside the main framework consisted of huge wooden beams that were just as solid as the day they were harvested. At the floor level and lower walls in certain parts of the building, water seepage from unmended wall cracks and roof leaks had caused some of the floors and walls to become weakened with rot. 

With three floors, including a basement, a ground floor and a second floor over most of the building, there were many interior repairs that would be needed, although the exterior repairs would have to be completed first to keep from having the weather destroy the interior repairs. I decided that an addition could be added to the back side of the building so that it would look natural and provide the space needed. This building was a treasure and it would be a real shame if it were not salvaged.

One of the major problems of doing repairs and additions to the existing building was getting comparable stone. By finding a place on a bench in front of the general store and sipping an ice code Coke while shooting the breeze with the old men, I found out that the original stone had come from a quarry within the county. It had been active off and on for many years but the last time it had been active was now over 35 years ago. 

After a lot of inquiries, I found out that two old men, long since retired, had worked in the quarry in those last days. I found both of them hanging out at a picnic table under the shade tree in the back of one of the old-time supermarkets in town. It was a hangout for a lot of the older men in town; I had hired some temporary help for my concrete work and the raising of the clinics rafters later. 

Now when I introduced myself and told them I wanted to talk about the quarry, they were suddenly all ears. I explained what I was thinking and asked if the quarry could be reopened and some stone like the old town hall could be harvested. They agreed that it would be possible and they could get enough help from under that tree to clear the access road and operate loaders and drive trucks to get what we needed. I told them I would have to first make a bid and then win it before I could hire anyone but if that happened, I would be getting back to them for help. I shook hands with a bunch of men and left.

The following afternoon, I went to see Mavis Thomlinson who had talked to me. I explained "I think that building should be treated like a historical monument. I would like to see it restored and maintained in a manner like its original design. I believe we can quarry enough new stone of the same type right here in the county, which would not only let us use similar materials to the original for both repairs and the addition but I thought it would also let us circulate more of the cost of the building here in the county by hiring local workmen. So my recommendation as the best approach would be a repair-and-addition approach to the current building."

Mavis said "You understand tthat if we are going that way, I'm sure the council would want to modernize some things such as the plumbing, along with addition of some new drinking fountains and additional restrooms, and maybe do something about improving the air conditioning."

'That sounds very plausible" I responded. "How about if I come up with some rough drawings to see if we can capture what the council wants and I'll get back to you?"

Over the next few nights before Evelyn and I went to her bed, I worked on putting together some drawings using a computer program that I had some experience with and found easy to work with, and from that, came up with a rough estimate for doing the work, including subcontracting certain projects or at least hiring additional help. Much of the work I would do myself and I estimated that the job would take twenty-one months to complete, allowing for existing town business to continue while I was working. After submitting the bid, I again concentrated all my efforts on the clinic, adding a couple of hours to every day to make up for time lost in working on the new bid.

Nevertheless the intrusion by the councilwoman did not interfere materially with my sex life. I still fucked Evelyn almost every night and before her, I serviced one or two of her staff members or Carolyn and Susan. During the day, Mary Alice, Lori, and Trudi rotated so that one of them was always on hand for a quick piece of pussy right after my lunch break on all my workdays. 

I could not believe how lucky I was to be able to screw so many woman; before the event in the canyon, I had never thought that I would be so lucky as to have a single woman available for me to fuck on a regular basis, whether once or twice a week or some other strange number, let along enough ready and willing women that I would get three to five pieces of pussy every single day! What a wonderful turn of events! It occurred to me to wonder how much of my luck just happened to be based on the high ration of females to males in this area and the remoteness of the area.

I was beginning to wind down the clinic construction, basically having completed the building and concentrating on installing the furniture and appliances during the last month of work, when the town council informed me that my bid had been accepted and they were looking forward to me working on the building. 

Having made a reasonable profit on the clinic, I offered to find a place of my own but Evelyn told me that she would prefer that I continue living with her if I didn't mind. She liked having an attentive and capable lover available and so did the other staffers. Evelyn was not particularly interested in marriage but some of the other advantages of a live-in lover were quite nice and she didn't mind at all sharing me with a few of her closest friends.

I finished the clinic and both doctors moved their belongings, both personal and professional, into the new space, which also included a trauma facility, an operating room, therapy facilities, and several new machines for medical tests. It took nearly a week for both doctors to get their entire staffs moved in but finally they were consolidated into the new location and both doctors had living quarters on opposite sides of the building. I hung around for a few days to fix little things that cropped up but no major problems were identified. Patients of both doctors commented about how clean and airy the new space seemed and everyone liked the comfort of the new furniture. The doctors said that it was a relief to have such spacious offices and I heard no real complaints ... except that the old eyesore clinic needed to be torn down as soon as possible.

Two weeks later I began work on the new project, the renovation of the town hall. I got permission to harvest the stone we would need from the quarry's owner and hired six of the men on a temporary basis to open the quarry and cut the stone we would need and get it hauled to the hall site. While they began that work, I started on laying out the foundation of the new addition. Because of the land's profile, most of it would be about a half-floor above ground level to keep it level with the current ground floor. That mean that the basement would only have to be dug about half as deep as the old one. 

Once again I rented a Bobcat and began to excavate, leaving an exit ramp on the back side and piling the earth where it could be used for landscaping in the future. The basement pilings, floor and walls would be poured concrete and once again I hired locals to help me puddle the pours and keep the pours moving while the same subcontractor provided the ready-mix via a stream of trucks. These two projects turned out to be a boon to his business as well as to my bank account.

I had determined that it was no longer possible to obtain beams like had been used in the old building; harvesting those trees was now against federal law so I arranged for delivery of custom made steel I-beams to be used in the new section. When I asked at the hang-out tree for anyone with steel handling experience, a farmer raised his hand and said he had worked on several jobs in Chicago in his younger days and wouldn't mind helping out for a little extra cash. He said his name was Jethro Lewis.

With the basement plumbing and HVAC in place, we poured the basement walls and floor over the course of five days. In the later days of that week, Jethro showed up to set the studs for the steel beams that would hold the ground floor, the only floor in the addition albeit one with an extra tall ceiling since it would be a multi-purpose building for large gatherings. Friday afternoon as the last wall was being poured and Jethro and I watched to insure that the studs remained in their proper place, he said "I know you're screwing my wife."

"Huh?" I said, stunned.

"Yeah, I know you're fucking Trudi. She's my wife." He looked at me with a half-smile on his face. I didn't know what to think but he said "That's okay, though. Ever' body in town knows I got castrated by a John Deere a few years ago. I think most folks expected Trudi to leave me then but she didn't. I cain't say I blame her for looking for somebody to lay her. I tell you what though. Her attitude has been so good since you guys been doing it, I cain't tell you what a difference it makes. She's a hell of a lot easier to live with now than she was. You must like what she's got, huh?"

"Yes, sir. She's a good woman but I didn't know she was your wife."

"Like I said, man, that's okay. Just as long as you don't try to take her away from me, I don't mind you screwing her. It's good for her. Me too." He thought about it for a couple of minutes and then said "Maybe one of these days you'll let me watch, huh?"

I thought about that for a minute and then said "Yes, sir, anytime you want to."

Since the last stud was now in place, Jethro walked off.

Although my sexual encounters had settled into a pattern, they were not so settled that their wasn't some deviation in them. Evelyn and I pleasured each other orally in the 69 position almost every night, missing only those nights when she was on the rag. Those events were almost always followed by two and sometimes three explorations of her cunt by my cock, normally in the missionary position, then doggy style, and finally in a scissors position or something unique. Normally on Wednesday nights and on Saturday nights, the last event would be an anal fuck.

Sometimes when we both woke in the night, Evelyn would climb on top and ride my dong to a satisfactory climax or occasionally she would suggest that I do her from the back spoon fashion and then we would get back to sleep for a few hours. Maybe half the time when the alarm went off in the morning, Evelyn would spread her legs and look for some kind of penetration to start the day off. Even on those mornings when she chose not to have sex, I didn't mind because I was getting so much pussy.

On Monday and Thursday afternoons just after lunch, if I was where she could find me, Mary Alice would appear and expect to be laid. I never disappointed her. She, like Lori and Trudi, loved to have her big hooters sucked and sometimes that and a little fingering was enough to get her off once or twice. I liked to sucked her titties just as much as I could but always saved time to explore her cunt, usually in the missionary position so I could continue to suck her knockers.

On Tuesday and Friday afternoons at the same time, Lori would stop by for a roll in the hay. I found the sensitive spot on the soles of her feet helped me get Lori off time after time so I'd bend her double, pierce her with my dong, lowered my face to her tits and explore her feet with both hands. Lori often bit her lower lip, sometimes rather painfully, just to keep from crying out in pleasure.

On Wednesday and Saturday afternoons, Trudi always appeared and wrapped her tall body around mine and made sure I filled her pussy with my cock. Although she didn't get as much pleasure from her tits as Mary Alice, she didn't mind if I sucked them for long periods of time as long as her cunt got satisfied. I managed to handle that chore pretty well.

I was getting to work no later than 7 o'clock but often as early as 6. Then I'd put in ten or eleven hours working usually, take a half hour for lunch, and 90 minutes for screwing and get back to the clinic by 7:30 in the evening. Evelyn traded off making supper with her staffers so that as soon as I walked in I could fuck one of the women; they kept track of whose turn it was and all of them got in their equal number of bouts somehow. I never knew how they worked it out around monthly periods but I didn't have to worry about it ... someone was always waiting for me when I arrived. I would fuck Nancy or Rita or Tiffany or Paula until around 9 o'clock, then have dinner and off to bed to screw Evelyn again. The one deviation to the plan was on Saturday evening when my pre-dinner fuck was Carolyn and Susan so, since there were two of them, I tried to work only eight hours on Saturdays, then get to the clinic to have plenty of time to satisfy both women ... and myself before dinner and a night with Evelyn.

Sundays was when things changed. It was a Sunday when Trudi first asked me to come out to the farm and fuck her where her husband could watch; in fact he wound up sucking her tits when I fucked her doggy style the second time and he fingered her snatch while I lay resting afterward. It was Sunday when Brenda and Katy paid a surprise visit on their way to California so Katy could attend a national high school awards dinner on Tuesday; I fucked Brenda until we were both exhausted. 

It was Sunday when the councilwoman, Mavis Thomlinson, who had first gotten me into the renovation project, came by to tell me that she had heard about my prowess as a lover and ask if I would be interested in going to bed with her; we spent three hours "going around the world" and have spent a few Sundays since then doing the same thing. On several Sundays, the four staffers have dropped by for an extra session with me. It was a Sunday when Paula's boyfriend brought her by and demanded to know what I could do for her that he couldn't; he was crestfallen when he took her away two hours later after watching me fuck her and she had cum six times more than he had ever gotten her to, although she was telling him that she still loved only him. It was Sunday when Evelyn hugged me after a long and satisfying fuck and told me that she considered me to be her lasting and permanent boyfriend and she did not want me to ever consider moving out. It was Sunday about a month later when she casually introduced me to Teddie Farrell who wanted to have a baby but had not yet been able to conceive with a couple of men she had dated; I screwed Teddie on consecutive Sundays and she missed her next period ... along with the following eight, until she delivered a bouncing baby boy. It was always Sunday when Teddie came by for a follow-up visit with my cock.

It has been a wonderful experience. Surprisingly my business has grown enough that I've made a reasonably good living at it. I've built a number of new houses, renovated several, and even constructed a new mini-mall, a sign that our town is growing. I say "our town" because people now pretty much accept me as part of the town and I consider it to be my home. 

But even better than that, I get to indulge myself in all my sexual fantasies. I have more titties to suck than I had ever dreamed of, and my penchant for large boobs has been well-stoked. I get all the pussy I can handle ... well, maybe there's room for just a little more, but who's complaining. And I get several pieces of ass on a weekly basis too along with blow jobs and opportunities to eat fresh pussy. I could never have gotten all of this in a big city. That's why I now think that small town life is the only way to go. I love it!




Dubious Hero Ch. 02



I have often pondered the vagaries of fate. What would have happened to Katy if on a whim I had not stopped at that scenic overlook to check out the new terrain, and thus been presented with an opportunity to be of service? What would have been different if it had happened closer to a bigger, more impersonal city? What would have changed if it had not occurred during the GP's two week annual vacation? What might have been if the nation's economy had remained on a more even keel? Isn't it amazing how much life can change based on one minor inconsequential, dubious fact? How one little event can make a hero out of someone who might otherwise just be any other old goat?

The End