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The Big Girl Pt. 02 Ch. 00

By: RibaldWriter



I wrote this before the Supreme Court decision on gay marriage came out, so don't get your knickers in a twist over it. 

This piece may seem Tracy-centric, but she's an important character, because both Brent and Sarah love her for their own reasons. 

*****

A Prelude

Times change, people grow, life goes on. So it goes for our hero and heroines. They've become a family, and started a family.

This offering isn't so much a part of the story, consider it a lead in, and an explanation of where I think the characters are headed.

This morning

"Tell me you love me..." She said softly, running her hand lightly over my back.

"With all my heart and soul." I whispered, laying my hand on her tummy, caressing the soft gentle swell of it.

"Tell me you love me..." She said, sliding over so her body pressed against me, the full, firm mound of her breast rubbing against my side.

"Till my last breath...and even after that." I said, laying my hand on her back, running it down over the tight, muscular globe of her ass.

"Tell me you love me..." They said, smiling at each other over me.

That's how my days usually start, and how they usually end...I am a lucky man.

(-)

Two years earlier.

"God, I still can't believe this thing came out of me..." Tracy said in an awestruck whisper as she leaned over the bassinet holding our daughter.

"I can." Sarah laughed laying little Martha in the bassinet with her sisters. "And she's not a thing, she's our daughter. I don't see what you're whining about, she's beautiful."

"I'm not whining, I just can't believe that she grew inside me, and just laid there like a lump for almost nine months." Tracy laughed, stepping back and turning to face me. "That's all she does now too."

"You're lucky, you only got one." Sarah laughed. "I got three."

"Be honest with me studly." Tracy said, looking over at me. "Do you still want to fuck me, as fat as I am?"

"As soon as you think you're up for it, yeah." I said, handing Beth to Sarah and going over to her. "And you're not fat, neither of you are."

"Note to self..." Sarah muttered. "Make sure he gets something extra special for that one..." 

"You are as beautiful as the day I met you." I told her, putting my arms around her waist and burying my face between her tits. "You barely put on twenty pounds with Rosie, and you've already lost most of it."

"Yeah...but look at these things!" She groaned, pushing me away and cupping her tits, bouncing them in her hands. "They're freekin' huge! They're never gonna be the same. I'm gonna be all..."

"I don't care." I mumbled, leaning forward, taking a nipple in my mouth and sucking on it. I moaned as a spurt of warm milk washed across my tongue...

"You better care, asshole." She said softly, her hand coming up, resting on the back of my head, holding me to her. 

I didn't answer. I was too busy nursing on her tit. I moved over to the other one, sucking it hungrily while my fingers pinched and twisted the nipple I'd just left.

"Oh god." She moaned, pulling me tighter against her. "Please stop...you're making me want to fuck..."

"I don't know what you're waiting for." Sarah said, laying Beth in the bassinet. "He started doing me two weeks after Beth, Martha, and Tracy Lynn were born. I was already going crazy without it."

"I'm going crazy too!" Tracy said, pushing me away. There was a hungry look in her eyes when I looked up at her. "But I still hurt, and the doctor says I need to give it some time."

"Well, I'm gonna get me some lovin'." Sarah laughed, grabbing my hand and pulling me over to the bed. "But you can watch if you want, I don't mind..."

(-)

Eleven months earlier

"Oh god! Why did I let you do this to me again?" Sarah panted, squeezing my hand so hard the bones ground together.

"If I remember correctly." Tracy said from the other side of the bed. "You asked him to get you pregnant again. Then you asked me to do it with you. Besides, it's not his fault multiples run in your family."

"You shut up. If you didn't make it look so damned easy..." Her eyes closed, and her face contorted in a mask of pain as another contraction seized her.

Her hand closed so tightly over mine this time, I could hear the bones as they broke.

(-)

"Two beautiful baby boys." Tracy said, as she watched the doctor finish putting the cast on my hand. "Eleven pounds eight ounces, and twelve pounds six ounces. Mama and both boys are doing fine. They're all sleeping peacefully."

"She broke my hand." I said, smiling happily at her. They had given me some really good drugs, and I was feeling no pain. If anything, I was feeling pretty fucking good. "Damn you look...you wanna climb up here with me and..."

"He's gonna be out of it for the rest of the night." The doctor laughed, pushing me down on the bed. "That's the meds talking, quite a few patients react this way."

"That's fine, I like what they're saying." Tracy laughed. She grinned at the doctor as she went on. "But uh...it wouldn't hurt him if we..."

"No." The doctor said, trying not to smile. "But the hospital frowns on..."

"Yeah, they probably do...but if you don't tell anyone, we won't." Tracy said, opening the buttons on her top as she stepped closer to the bed. "We'll be really quiet. You won't even know we're here..."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He said as he opened the door. He smiled as he added, "You might want to make sure that none of those rubber gaskets in the top left drawer get stuck under the door. It makes it hard to get it open. It seems to happen a lot in this room..."

(-)

"I can't believe you did it in his hospital room." Sarah laughed as she slid into the back seat. The boys were already in their car seats beside her.

"Yeah well, he had a really good time, and so did I." Tracy laughed.

"I don't even remember it." I muttered, wincing as I tried to move my fingers.

"You did, take my word for it." She said, grinning at me. "One of the nurses came in while you were cumming for the third time. She wanted to know if she could have a ride."

"Did you let her?" Sarah asked.

"Hell no!" Tracy said. "It's bad enough I have to share him with you!"

"Well, just remember who found him, girlfriend." Sarah giggled.

"Oh, I remember." Tracy laughed, looking at her in the mirror. "You knocked his ass out and broke six ribs, then took him prisoner!"

"You remember that, studly." She said lightly as she put the car in gear then patted me on the leg. "I don't break anything on you when we fuck. I just make your dick raw..."

(-)

Eight months earlier

"You guys remember that photographer that was hanging around last year?" Tracy asked, sitting the breast pump down on the table. She put the caps on half a dozen bottles and pushed them off to the side.

"The guy from Muscle Magazine?" Sarah asked, coming over and picking up the bottles. She opened the fridge and put them on the bottom shelf with the ones she'd put there earlier.

"Yeah, he was here a couple times a month for a while." I said. "Whatever happened to all the pictures he was taking?"

"They...he uh...he wants to have some of them...you know...published..." Tracy said, getting up and taking the breast pump over to the sink.

"Seriously? They want to put you in Muscle Magazine?" Sarah asked, turning to look at her.

"No, not Muscle..."

"Then what magazine?" Sarah asked

"Van...uh...Vanity Fair."

"I didn't know they did muscle shots in Vanity Fair." I laughed. "Wow, that's great Tracy! That's gonna be great exposure for the gyms."

"They're uh...they're not muscle shots, Brent." She said coloring slightly. "They're nudes. We did a series through my pregnancy with junior. We documented my body from before conception up till last month."

"Last month?" Sarah said, giving me a look.

"Can we see them? Or do we need to wait for them to come out in the magazine?" I asked.

"He sent me a link to an online storage folder." She said. She got her laptop out of her bag and brought it over to the table. "He wants me to pick out the ones I like, and I wanted you to help me. We all have to agree, or they don't get published. Those are his terms, not mine."

"Why would he say that?" I asked.

"Because he knows how I feel about you...both of you." She said, looking back and forth between us. "We talked about our families during the sessions...he's married, and they have a couple kids."

She opened her email and clicked on a link. A new window opened.

"Oh Tracy..." Sarah gasped as she looked at the screen over Tracy's shoulder.

"You...you don't like them?" 

"What? No...I think they're beautiful!"

"This guy is good." I said, reaching over to hit the down arrow, scrolling the screen down. "This is art, hon. The two of you made something great together."

We spent the next hour going through the directory. There were more than three hundred pictures. We picked out thirty that we all liked, and Tracy emailed the photographer, telling him which ones we'd chosen.

As soon as she hit send on the email, Sarah reached over and closed the laptop.

"Come on, I think we need to celebrate." She smiled. "And I can't think of a better place to do it, than in bed."

(-)

Six months earlier

The magazine came out two months later, and the pictures were well received. Vanity Fair had to do a second printing to meet the demand. Kim Kardashian posted on her twitter feed that she thought it was sweet that a regular woman would be proud enough to show off her body during her pregnancy. She also mentioned that she'd taken pictures while she was pregnant, if anyone wanted to see them.

A local reporter came by the gym a couple days later and asked what Tracy thought of the remark.

"I'm glad she liked the pictures." Tracy told him. "But does it really matter what someone who's famous for being famous thinks? Most of us regular women don't think so. We've got more important things to worry about, like jobs, running businesses and taking care of our families..."

The interview ran on the midday news, and was the human interest story on every network and cable news program that evening, and was the lead story on the tabloid shows. Social media went through the roof.

(-)

Four months earlier

"So, just how long has this feud with Kim Kardashian been going on?" Sarah asked, holding up a copy of the National Enquirer. "It says here, you two have been rivals since high school. Funny, I don't remember her being in our class."

"Shut up, it's not funny." Tracy said, trying not to smile.

"I think it's hilarious." Sarah said, sitting the paper on the table. "And your celebrity status is great for business. We've added three hundred new members at the gyms. Lawrenceville had fifty sign up this week."

"Yeah, but that's not going to last." Tracy said.

"It's been two months since the magazine came out, and you bitch slapped that celeb." I said, laying junior on the table and picking up one of the twins. I looked over at her as I put the bottle in his mouth. "You get more requests for interviews every day. The phone has been ringing off the hook."

"No, I don't want to do..."

"Well, the media isn't going to leave you alone until you say something." I told her. "All you have to do is..."

"I'm not going to apol..."

"I wasn't going to suggest that. I was going to tell you to just speak your mind." I told her. "People liked what you said. You're still trending up on Facebook and Twitter...people like you. I think you should do an interview, and just get it over with." 

"Yeah, but which one?" She asked, looking back and forth between us.

"How about the Today show? They're mainstream, and you'd get a chance to say whatever you want." Sarah suggested.

"They call every day too." I told her. "They'll probably jump at the chance."

"Okay, if you think I should do it, set it up." She grinned.

(-)

The first five minutes of the show were great. Tracy was lively and personable as she told the interviewer why she had done the pictures, what it had been like, and how important they were to her. She said that they made it possible for her to remember the whole experience of being pregnant.

When the interviewer asked what her family thought of the pictures, Tracy beamed, almost glowing as she looked into the camera.

"My family is very supportive. They knew I was having pictures taken." She told him. "After Henry McDonald, the photographer, suggested we publish them, we sat down together and picked out which ones to use."

"Not everyone in your family is so supportive it would seem." He said. "Your father, Greg Whitman, was quoted recently in the New York Times as saying, and I quote, "I think it's sad that young women like my daughter feel the need..."

"Did he happen to mention why he abandoned his wife and daughter twenty-five years ago in that article?" Tracy asked, not letting him finish. "I don't think America wants, or needs to hear what a man who left for work one morning and never came back, leaving his family to fend for themselves, has to say about someone else's morals."

"Well, you can ask him yourself." The interviewer said, completely unperturbed by her interruption. "He's here in the studio, and he'd like to speak to you."

The curtains opened and a man stepped out, smiling broadly. He made his way around the couch, holding his arms out in welcome as he approached her.

Tracy got to her feet, and as he stopped in front of her, she punched him right in the face.

He went down like a bag of shit falling off a truck.

"Stay away from me, and stay away from my family. You're dead to me." She said calmly, then turned to face the camera. She smiled warmly as she said, "That's how you deal with deadbeat dads that think they have rights, America. Deal with it."

The clip was playing on every news outlet in the country before we were out of the studio, and had over a million hits on You-Tube before we got back to the hotel.

She was a star, and there was no going back.

(-)

"Fuck! I can't believe I did that." Tracy kept saying when we got back to the hotel. "I just decked a guy on national television."

"Yeah well, he deserved it." Sarah told her. "And if you hadn't done it, I would have."

"I guess." Tracy laughed, holding her arms out to us. "He's probably going to sue me..."

"Which is why we set up the LLC for the gyms, and the foundation for you." I told her as I slipped my arms around her waist. "You're an employee of the foundation, and you have very few personal assets. He's not going to get get much."

"Enough about that asshole." She said, pulling me closer and grinding her crotch against me. "The flight doesn't leave till six, you wanna doink me, and help me take my mind off this clusterfuck?"

"We'd be happy to." Sarah laughed, moving around behind her and pulling her shirt up. "But can we watch the video again? Watching you go all Mike Tyson on him makes me hot!"

(-)

Three month earlier

"She's getting offers to do her own TV show." Sarah said as she pulled me over on top of her. She reached between us, her hand wrapping around my cock, guiding it into her.

"I know." I grunted, straining to get inside her. "Jesus, when did you get so tight? Didn't you give birth a couple of times?"

"I've been doing kegeling exercises." She laughed, bringing her heels up under my ass and jerking me forward. I shot into her like a bullet through a rifle barrel. "Feels good, huh?"

"Fuck, you're tighter than a teenager." I moaned, my balls quivering in their sac. "But if you keep squeezing me like that, I'm gonna cum way before you..."

"Go ahead, I like it when you cum in me. You can suck my titties later if you want to make me cum..."

I got my knees under me and started moving, stroking in and out of her slowly.

"Faster." She whispered, putting her hands on my hips, pulling me deeper into her. "Do it faster sweetie. I want to feel you cum in me..."

She was sopping wet inside, and my cock made loud sucking and slurping noises as I pumped in and out of her. The soft, slick inner walls squeezed around me, and it felt like there was a warm wet fist massaging my cockhead.

"Fuckfuckfuck..." I panted as I felt my balls contract, and an enormous load of cum rushed up my cockshaft.

"That's it...that's what mama wants you beautiful boy." She whispered, rocking me steadily on top of her. "Shoot all that hot cum in me...oh god, it feels so good when you do that. It's almost as good as cumming..."

"Yo...you're not trying to get pregnant again...are you?" I gasped, laying out on her when it was finally over.

"God no! I just got to where I'm looking good again." She laughed, guiding my mouth to her breast. "I just love the way it feels. I always have. Your cum is so hot, and you shoot so much!"

"Good." I mumbled into her tit. "You do look pretty good. You're starting to get buff."

"I'm gonna bulk up a little. Tracy wants some new pictures for the website." She said lightly. "We should tell her to take one. One of the offers, I mean."

"Why?" I asked around her nipple.

"Because it's a shitload of money, and it would be a new experience for her." She said softly. She moved my mouth to her other breast, moving it as I let my tongue drag around the bumpy ring of her areole.

"So which one do we tell her to take?"

There was a long silence, and I looked up at her.

"No. She hates that network."

"It's the only one where we wouldn't have to move if she took it." She said, pushing my head back toward her breast. "Bite it...do that thing you do. I want to cum now."

I nipped around the outer edge of her areole, making her gasp. 

"Harder..." She whimpered, starting to move under me. "God, I love it when you do this..."

I moved up a little, biting her areole and pulling my head back, or sucking on it as my tongue lashed over it. I avoided her nipple, knowing that she wasn't ready for that yet.

"You've talked to someone over there, haven't you?" I asked, closing my teeth around the outer edge and scraping them inward toward the nipple.

"Oh god...yesssss..." She moaned. She took in several gasping breaths as she moved me to the other nipple. "Yeah...I did."

"What are they offering?" I asked, then swept my tongue in a slow circle around her nipple, not touching it.

"Oh fuck, that is so good." She groaned, tightening her knees around me and starting to rock me up and down over her. "I'm so close babe...are...are you gonna do it?"

"Not yet...you're not ready." I said, my warm breath washing over her breast, making her quiver. "What are they offering...tell me, or I won't make you cum."

"Six...six hundred thousand for the first year." She whispered, pressing my face harder into her breast. "Wi...with bonuses based on ratings."

"Wow, that is a shitload of money." I said, nipping at the tip of her nipple with my teeth. She stiffened, and her pussy quivered and squeezed around me as a series of spasms swept over her. "You're close...you're almost ready, aren't you?"

Her head bobbed up and down, her eyes squeezed shut. She was gasping and panting as her heels dug into my ass, pumping me in and out of her.

"Ask for it." I said, moving my mouth over to her other nipple. My fingers slid up over her breast, resting on either side of her nipple. "Say please."

"Please..." She whimpered, rocking her head from side to side. "I want it...I need it...oh god, PLEASE!!"

My teeth closed on the base of her nipple and I drew them up slowly, scraping them over the sensitive surface. I pinched the other one as hard as I could between my thumb and forefinger at the same time. 

She screamed, her body arching up off the bed at my mouth. She writhed wildly under me, and I bit her harder, twisting her nipple between my fingers now.

I held on as she bucked and heaved beneath me, keeping my teeth clamped around her tit tip. Her movements made my teeth rasp over her nipple, and I tasted blood after a moment. Releasing my grip, I closed my lips on the nipple, sucking it gently as I lapped at it with my tongue.


The Big Girl Pt. 02 Ch. 00



"Oh...ho...holy fu...fuck, that was a good one." She whispered, putting her arms around me and holding me to her. 

I let her nipple slip from between my lips and laid my head on her breast. 

"When are you going to talk to her?" I asked.

"I'm not...you are." She said, her voice still a breathy whisper. "She'll take it better from you. Do it while you're fucking her...she'll do anything you want."

"God, aren't you the devious one." I laughed. "Where is she anyway?"

"She's upstairs feeding the kids, it's my turn tomorrow." She said, turning my head up toward her. "Do it tomorrow night. I'll give you a couple hours alone together."

"You're the boss." I laughed, putting my head back down on her tits.

"And don't you forget it." She laughed, running her fingers through my hair.

(-)

She spun me around and pulled my face into her tits, hugging me tightly to her.

"What does she want me to do?" She asked, feeding a nipple into my mouth.

She must have taken her clothes off on the way downstairs, because she was naked. Her free hand worked at my clothes as she mashed my face into her breast.

"Uhh ohhnntt noohhh." I mumbled into her tit. My lips were locked around the bumpy ring of her areole, and I wasn't planning on letting go anytime soon.

"Yes, you do." She laughed as she eased my pants down over my hips. Her hand wrapped around my cock, and she stroked it lazily. Her other hand moved my mouth over to her other nipple. "I'm not going to let you fuck me till you tell me what she wants to happen."

Her fingers tightened in my hair and she jerked my head back, so I had to look up at her.

"You two really need to start treating me a little better." I said. "I'm getting tired of this abuse."

"We're both bigger and stronger than you are. Deal with it." She grinned, leaning down and kissing me roughly. "You cock is hard as a rock, studly. You love the way we throw you around and have our way with you, just like we love the way you fuck us stupid." 

She had a point. I wasn't submissive by nature, but there was something about being used by these two powerful women that excited the shit out of me. 

"Fuck me first, then I'll tell you."

Her hand moved steadily up and down over my cock as she looked down at me. A smile spread across her face as she squeezed my cock.

"I wanna be on top." She said, pushing me away.

I nodded and slid up onto the bed. She was right behind me, moving up over me as I got comfortable. 

"Which network is she talking to?" She asked as she rubbed my cock between the lips of her pussy. She was dripping already, and I gasped as she fit the head into her tight opening and pushed down on it.

My hands grabbed her hips, pulling her down onto me, forcing more of my cock into her. I arched my hips up toward her, feeding half my cock into her, then pulling back. She met my next upward plunge with her own downward movement, and my cock bottomed out in her.

"Don't move. I love the way you feel inside me." She whispered huskily as she leaned forward, her forearms resting on either side of me. Her tits rubbed over my face as she moved her body from side to side over me.

"No problem." I grunted, letting my tongue drag across her tits as she pressed them harder into my face. She was moving her hips in slow circles, squeezing her pussy muscles around me. Her eyes were closed, and she panted above me, savoring the sensation of being filled with my cock.

"Which job does she want me to take?" She asked as she started moving slowly, lifting and lowering her hips in short slow strokes.

"The one that means we don't have to move." I told her, pulling my hips back, then punching my cock up into her. 

"Oh god." She moaned, pushing her pussy down onto me. "You do it. Put your hands on my ass and move me. But so it slow, let's make it last."

I nodded and put my hands under her ass, spreading my legs and forcing hers to open wider. The clean shaved lips of her pussy were pressing into my pubes as I held myself buried balls deep inside her.

"They're offering really good money." I said, lifting her slowly as I pulled my hips back, then pulled her down onto me as I drove my cock slowly back into her.

"I know, I already talked to them." She whispered, her face buried between my neck and shoulder. She wiggled her hips, pushing down on me, the soft, slick inner walls of her pussy sucking and squeezing around me. "Don't pull it out too far, keep it in deep. I love this. Your cock just feels so good in me."

She shivered as I pulled out, twisting my hips and thrusting up so my cockhead stroked over one juice slickened inner wall, then dragged out across the other side. I moved her up and down over me, fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes, and she moaned happily.

"What are you going to do?" I asked, lifting my ass off the bed, adding power to my slow, lazy stroking. I was pulling her down to meet me, making my cock press against her cervix as I bottomed out.

"I'm going to do it." She sighed, writhing slowly on top of me. We were both starting to move faster, our bodies sliding across each other on a sheen of sweat. "It's what everyone wants."

"Yeah, but what do you want?" I asked, moving my arms up, wrapping them around her.

"I want this." She purred, lifting and lowering herself on and off of my cock. She was still moving in slow, lazy movements, but she raised up higher, letting more of my cock slip in and out of her. "I want you, I want her, and I want what we have together. All the rest is bullshit."

"I like that." I laughed, turning my head to kiss her neck. I licked up a drop of sweat, relishing the salty tang of her. 

"I knew you would." She laughed softly. "You're a good man studly...now shut up and fuck me."

(-) 

One month earlier

The show was called 'Deal With It', and was setup in a one on one interview format. The night of the first show, Tracy was calm, in an upbeat mood, ready for whatever came at her.

The first guest was a female gay rights activist. She was skinny, with almost no tits, wore black horn rimmed glasses with her hair cut manishly short. She was wearing a men's button down shirt and Dockers. She started right in on Tracy for not being more vocal about gay rights.

"I prefer to worry about human rights, where peoples lives are actually at stake, as opposed what some interest group has on their agenda at the moment." Tracy told her.

"How can you say that?" The woman asked. "You obviously..."

"Whoa, time out...if you're about to say you think I'm gay, you can just back the hell up." Tracy laughed. "I'll admit, I do a little carpet munching now and then, but I really prefer dick."

The woman stared at her like she had hit her with a dead fish.

"So if you're not gay, do you have a position on gay marriage?" The woman asked when she had recovered.

"Yeah, I think you're barking up the wrong tree." Tracy told her. "In the first place, going to the federal government to get gay marriage legalized is a waste of time. Marriage is a states rights issue, and at some point, the Supreme Court is going to say so."

The woman started to respond, but Tracy just talked right over her.

"Second, by insisting on the right to marry, and I understand and agree with the reasons behind it, you alienated a powerful interest group that shares your basic desires."

"Really, and just what group would that be?" the woman asked.

"Senior citizens." Tracy answered. "They have the same problems that you do. Families that have little or nothing to do with them step in when they die, or when they're about to, and try to take over, trying to manage their lives and estates for their own benefit, or shutting out friends and caregivers out of sheer vindictiveness, as opposed to what the person involved really wants."

"If you had focused on domestic partnerships rights, instead of insisting on gay marriage, you would have brought a powerful lobby into the fight with you. Seniors want control of who gets their survivors benefits, or who is going to make life and death decisions for them even more than you do. They want someone that knows and loves them to carry out their final wishes, and that's not always the family."

"But what about being able to be with someone you love?" The woman asked.

"You can be with the people you love without being married to them." Tracy said. "You know as well as I do that the divorce rate for gay marriages is already as high, if not higher than traditional marriages. If you want the truth, the only people who win with gay marriage are the divorce lawyers."

Music started playing in the studio, and a producer came scurrying onto the set as the woman stalked off in a huff. The producer gesticulated wildly as he spoke quietly to her. Tracy shook her head as she took the paper he was waving in her face, then stood up and pushed him aside, and came over to us.

"Apparently you're not supposed to say dick or carpet munching on TV." She grinned. "And they're pissed that I didn't let the guest do her spiel about how wonderful gay marriage is for everyone."

"So what's going to happen?" Sarah asked.

"They're bringing the host of another show down to be the next guest." Tracy laughed. "But I have something else in mind."

"What are you going to do?" I asked, already pretty sure I knew.

"People said they wanted to know more about me, that's why they put me on TV." she grinned. "So I'm going to tell them what they want to know."

"We love you, sweetie." Sarah said, putting her arms around her and hugging her tightly. When she let her go, she straightened her shirt, and patted her on the ass as she spun her around. "We're here for you."

"I'm supposed to have another guest." She said as the cameras came back on. "But I'd like to take a moment to talk about some things that are important to me."

She stood up and came around the desk, leaning back on it as she looked into the camera.

"I'm standing here tonight because the pictures documenting my second pregnancy got published in a magazine, then I commented on what a celebrity said about them. Apparently, people liked what I said, because I became an overnight sensation."

She grinned and shook her head as she went on.

"I don't understand what all the fuss was about if you want the truth." She said. "I did the pictures because I wanted to remember what it was like being pregnant. I'm just another working girl, one of millions of American women that have jobs, run businesses, and take care of our families as best we can. My partner Sarah and I own and operate four gyms here in the Atlanta area. We used to just have two, but we had an opportunity to expand, so like any good business owner, we did."

"My last guest asked about living with someone you love as a reason for legalizing gay marriage. Well, I live with the two people that I love, and we have seven beautiful children. I have two, a girl and a boy, and Sarah has had five, three girls and two boys. They all have the same father, a loving, talented man, who because of his career choices, can work at home and be a full-time, stay at home dad."

"We're not married, at least not in a legal sense, but we're married in our hearts. And when you get right down to it, that's what really counts." She paused, and a wistful expression flitted across her face. "Many of you aren't going to agree with the choice we've made, and that's fine. We don't care if you agree with us, and we're not going to get up in your face and tell you that you have to acknowledge our choice as being right for every one. We have too many people telling us that what they want is right, and if you don't agree, you're a bad person, a racist, a sexist, or a homophobe."

"We're not allowed to have opinions that might offend anyone anymore, and I think that's sad. Being able to speak your mind is an American tradition, and is protected by the constitution. But the constitution only protects us from the government infringing on our speech, it has no control over public opinion."

"We live in a world driven by social media and a twenty-four hour news cycle, where people are slapped down and hounded for saying what they believe. Granted, some people say, or do stupid shit, and get what they deserve for it, but too many others are targeted because someone doesn't like what they've said, or believe in, and starts a campaign to destroy them, and that's just wrong."

"There's more I could say. But I think you get what I mean, so I'm going to get down off my soap box and see what my next guest has to offer." She said as she went around the desk and sat down. She looked up at the control room and grinned. "Bring her out, I've been a fan for years, so I really want to meet her."

(-)

There wasn't a second show. They didn't fire her, they just didn't put her on the air again. I'm sure someone at the network lost their job over that decision, because the uproar from the public was incredible.

The next three weeks were interesting to say the least. The Fulton county department of childrens services announced that they were launching an investigation, only to have to backpedal when someone figured out that we didn't live in Fulton County. The county we do live in decided not to pursue the matter when they saw the backlash from Fulton County's announcement.

Sarah started a family Facebook page, posting mostly pictures of the kids, but she had a few of us too. She said that the page got almost a million hits on the first day. 

Life went on.

(-)

One week earlier

"I don't want it to end." Sarah said softly. She was on her hands and knees up over Tracy, rubbing her body against her, straddling her leg as she ground her own into her crotch.

"You don't want what to end?" I asked. I was leaning back against the headboard, taking hits off a doob and blowing them shotguns every so often. It was after midnight, and I was resting after having serviced both of them for most of the evening. 

"All of it. I liked it when Tracy was famous." She said, leaning down to kiss her gently. Tracy drew her down, letting her tongue dart out, dueling with Sarah's.

"So did I if you want the truth." She laughed, reaching down and putting her hands on Sarah's ass, pulling her tighter to her as she wriggled under her. "I don't like people coming up to us in restaurants, or when we're out shopping, but otherwise, it's been fun."

"She's still famous." I said, leaning over and blowing a stream of smoke into their faces. They both inhaled, then went back to kissing. "And no one has said it has to end."

"Yeah, like someone is going to be dumb enough to offer me another TV show." Tracy laughed, looking over at me. "Gimme another hit studly, make it a kiss hit."

I grinned and took a big hit off the doob, then laid out next to her. She turned her head as I got closer, and our lips met. I exhaled slowly into her mouth as she inhaled, then we traded the smoke back and forth, our tongues doing battle the whole time.

She pushed me away and drew Sarah down, and I could see them trading the last of the smoke as they went back to kissing each other.

"We've gotten offers to do a reality show." I told them, putting the joint out and sitting the roach on the night stand. "But I don't want to do that. I think it would suck having all those people in the house."

"Yeah, and they would have the final say over what they show." Tracy purred, moving her hand down to pull Sarah's leg against her. She squirmed as she humped her pussy onto her thigh, trying to find just the right spot. "But you've got something else in mind, don't you?"

"I was thinking we do our own show." I said, sliding over next to them. I moved down on the bed till my face was pressed against their breasts. I started licking them, moving back and forth between them as I talked. "We do a video blog. There's a web cam on every laptop in the house, and we can get more, and put them up around the house."

"You're not thinking about letting people watch us have sex are you?" Sarah asked, looking over at me. "I don't want to do that."

"I was thinking more along the lines of a video diary." I said, easing her over a little so I could get my lips around Tracy's nipple. "All three of us could do it when we had something to say. We hook up with one of those advertising agencies that put ads on the web page and pay by the click. That should at least pay for the cost of the web hosting."

"I'm liking this idea." Tracy giggled, looking up at Sarah. "But I'm liking the idea of you licking my pussy alot more right now. Will you do that for me? Your leg just ain't doin' it sweetie..."

"I think I could be talked into it." Sarah said, smiling as she started sliding slowly down her body. She glanced over at me, resting her cheek on her tummy. "I wouldn't mind having my titties sucked on if you want a snack..."

"Mmmmmm, that sounds like fun." I laughed, moving down and sliding under her as she got settled between Tracy's legs.

"Slide up a little this way studly...no, turn toward...yeah, that's a good boy." Tracy said, reaching out and wrapping her hand around my cock. "Now we all get a little attention..."

(-)

Last night

"Make love to me, and show me how much you love me." She said, running her fingers through my hair.

"Fuck me, and treat me like a whore...use my pussy and make me cum till I beg you to stop..." She said, her voice a breathy whisper as she reached down, scratching her fingernails through my pubes.

"Ummmm, I uh...I changed my mind." She said, moving her hand down as she smiled over me at her. Their fingers moved together, circling my cock. "I want to do what she said."

"As my goddesses command." I said, turning to kiss them both, waiting to see just what the night had in store for us.

(-)

*****

Chapter One is mostly finished, I just need to figure out how to end it. Chapter Two is in progress, but I'm not completely sure where it wants to go. I've re-written parts of it several times, and may finish it soon.

I had to sit the story off to the side for a while because it was taking up too much of my time. Now I'm trying to find the characters again, so they can tell me where they want the story to go...



The Big Girl Pt. 02 Ch. 01



I'm sorry for taking so long to finish this, and to be honest, I'm not really happy with it, but I have to let it go and see what the readers think.

Our polyamorous threesome are living, learning, and loving together, and there are things they all still have to learn about each other...

*****

I hate waking up alone, but it happens a couple of times a week. The girls will slip out of bed and take a shower together so they can play a little before they go to work, or they'll be running behind and take off without waking me.

I don't like it, but I've gotten used to it.

I'd woken up because the baby monitor was making a hell of a racket. I could make out at least three different cries, and I was pretty sure it was Rosie, (diaper), and the twins, Bobby and Tracy, (hungry). You learn after a while.

I got up and pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, then went into the kitchen and grabbed a tray of bottles from the fridge. I put the stopper in the sink and sat the tray in it, then ran the hot water till it almost covered them. They would be warm by the time I got back from changing Rosie and checking the others.

The boys shut up as soon as I stuck a pacifier in their mouths, but that wasn't going to last long, so I picked Rosie up and moved her over to the changing table. How something so small can put out so much of something that would gag Godzilla still amazes me. But she does, and I know to expect a fresh load every morning.

I got her cleaned up and changed, then put her back in the crib. I know it's probably stupid, but I count them every morning. I came up with seven as usual.

I pushed the crib out into the hall and hooked it to the lift, then opened the gates and swung it out over the foyer. I hit the down button and jogged down the stairs as it started to lower.

We got to the bottom at the same time, and I unhooked the crib and pushed it into the kitchen. The twins were starting to whine around their pacifiers, so I went over and grabbed a pair of bottles, squeezing a little out of one onto my arm. It felt warm enough, so I went over and popped the pacifiers out, replacing them with the bottles before they could make a sound.

Half an hour later, I had them all changed and fed, so I pushed the crib down the hall into my office to check the website.

The site hadn't even been up a month yet, but we got thirty thousand hits the day before, and the click counter in the corner rolled over steadily every few seconds. At two tenths of a cent per click, we weren't going to be millionaires, but we were almost breaking even on the web hosting.

I checked my Gmail, mostly junk as usual, but one got my attention as I opened it. 

It was from a leading women's magazine, and they wanted to use my video series on managing multiple infants. I'd done the first few for the fun of it, hooking up a web cam in the Princess suite so it had a good view of the changing table, and the crib. The response from visitors was overwhelmingly positive, so I put a camera right over the changing table, and another with a top down view of the crib, and started doing narrations as I changed diapers and fed the kids.

I got in the habit of turning on the web cam on my laptop and recording when I did feedings in my office, telling stories about each of the kids and their habits. The awwwwww factor went off the charts.

I hit reply on the email, but before I could start typing, my phone rang.

It was Sarah.

"God, I miss you so bad right now." She said in a husky voice. "I wanted to fuck when I woke up, but the alarm didn't go off, so we were already late and..."

"It's okay, hon." I laughed. "You..."

"But I need it." She whined, lowering her voice. "I'm so horny right now I...shit...hold on."

There was a long silence, then she was back.

"I miss having you sleep on me, and having you in me all night." She said when she came back. "I miss having you wake me up fucking me...why did you stop doing that?"

"We asked Tracy to marry us, remember?" I laughed, rereading the email in front of me. "And now, between taking care of seven kids, keeping the house clean, servicing both of you daily, and trying to earn a living, I'm usually worn out by the end of the day."

"I know, but you have to remember that old saying." She said

"What old saying?"

"Happy wife, happy life." She said, then added, "I'm not happy."

"Are you saying that I'm neglecting my husbandly duties?" I asked.

"No, you're wonderful, and I have so much fun with you..."

"You're not regretting..."

"No, never. That was one of the happiest days of my life." She whispered. "I treasure every day the three of us have had together."

"Then what..."

"I'm horny...I feel like I'm going to go out of my mind."

"Then come home, and I'll see if I can help you take the edge off." I said. I knew not to laugh, but god was it hard not to.

"I can't." She said. "Lucy has a doctor's appointment, and Kim is late. I can't get out of here right now."

"I'll tell you what. Call me as you leave the gym tonight, and I'll have a nice warm bath and a glass of wine waiting for you." I said, letting my voice ease into a deeper, romantic tone. "After you've relaxed, I'll take you to bed and pleasure you till you beg for mercy. How does that sound?"

"Oh god, that sounds wonderful." She whispered. "Will you sleep on me tonight?"

"We'll sentence Tracy to the Princess suite and we'll have the night to ourselves."

"She's not going to like that, she likes sleeping with you as much as I do."

"I'll make it up to her." I laughed. 

"Okay, I gotta go." She said. "I'll call before I leave..."

"I love you." I said, but she was gone.

The phone rang before I could sit it down.

It was Tracy.

"Hey hon, how's your day?" I asked.

"God, I am so fucking horny." She moaned into the phone. "I'm going to kill someone if I don't get off soon."

"We just did it last night." I said, dropping my voice into a husky whisper. "You passed out with a smile on your face."

"I know, but I was so horny when I woke up...and the alarm didn't go off, so we got out of the house late as it was..." She said.

"I'm sorry, I thought Sarah set it last night."

"She did, I saw her." She said, starting to sound irritated. "But the damned thing just doesn't go off sometimes. It's like it has a brain fart every few days."

"I'll get the alarm thing taken care of. It won't happen again." I told her.

"Thanks, you're a good man studly." She said softly. "God, I want you to fuck me so bad right now..."

"Come home, and I'll pleasure you your hearts content." I said.

"I'd love to, but I can't. The new girl didn't show up, and I had to send Mikki over to Marietta to cover for her." She said, her voice dropping into full whine mode. "I swear, I'm gonna fire that little bitch. This is the second time she hasn't shown up."

"Firing her sounds like the best move." I told her. "But I'll tell you what. Call me as you leave the gym tonight, and I'll have a nice warm bath and a bourbon and coke waiting for you." I said, letting my voice ease into a huskier, romantic whisper. "After you've relaxed, I'll take you to bed and pleasure you till you beg for mercy. How does that sound?"

"Oh god, that sounds wonderful." She whispered. "Will you hold me all night?"

"We'll sentence Sarah to the Princess suite and we'll have the night to ourselves."

"She's not going to like that, she likes sleeping with you as much as I do."

"I'll make it up to her." I laughed. 

"Okay, I gotta go." She said. "I'll call before I leave..."

"I love you." I said, but she was gone.

I hung up the phone and looked at the kids. They were all sleeping peacefully, so I went into the kitchen and got an RC and a glass of ice. I stopped at the calendars by the door. There were three of them, one for each of us.

On Sarah and Tracy's, there was a row of red X's in the blocks for this week. Sarah's first X was the day after Tracy's first one.

I shook my head sadly, starting to feel sorry for myself. Periods. That was the last thing I needed.

(-)

They called within a couple on minutes of each other.

Sarah was first, and she sounded out of breath as I answered.

"I'm on the way." She panted. "Are you going to be ready for me?"

"I'm starting your bath, and waiting for you with eager anticipation." I told her.

"Oh god, you don't know how bad I need this." She moaned.

"I know, and I'm going to take good care of you, I promise."

She started to say something else, but I cut her off. "Babe, Bobby's crying, and I need to check on him...I'll see you in a little while. You be careful, okay?"

"Yeah, sure...I love you."

"I love you too." I said as I hung up.

The phone rang as soon as I hit the disconnect button.

"I'm on my way." Tracy said in a breathless voice.

"I'm starting your bath, and waiting for you with eager anticipation." I told her.

"Oh god, you don't know how bad I need this." She moaned.

"I know, and I'm going to take good care of you, I promise."

She started to say something else, but I cut her off. "Hey hon, Rosie is crying, and I need to check on her...I'll see you in a little while. You be careful, okay?"

"Yeah, go check on her...I love you."

"I love you too." I said as I hung up.

(-)

The kids were fed, and I was changing the last diaper as the girls got home. I was lifting Martha up as they came into the kitchen, and as I turned in my seat, Martha cut loose with a burst of projectile vomiting that soaked my shirt, while at the same time, a river of pea green diarrhea poured down her legs, dripping down into my lap.

Both of my loving wives burst into action, while having the good grace, (good sense would probably be a better way to put it), not to laugh at my situation.

Sarah grabbed Martha, and dashed off to the bathroom with her while Tracy grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head, getting baby puke all over my face and in my hair.

She did laugh then, apologizing profusely as she led me into the bathroom. She stripped off my pants and turned on the water as she pushed me into the stall.

"You take as long as you need sweetie, we'll take care of the kids." She said as she turned and walked out the door.

(-)

They were both in the kitchen, and Martha had been cleaned up and was in the crib with her siblings.

"Your bath is waiting for you upstairs." I smiled. "Along with a glass of wine and a bourbon and coke. You're going to have to share the bath."

"You go ahead." Tracy said to Sarah. "My period started on the way home."

"So did mine." Sarah laughed, reaching across the table to take her hand.

"So you can still go ahead and take a nice long soak, relax, have a drink, and let the pressures of the day fade away." I said. "I'll see about getting something together for dinner..."

"The hell you will." Tracy said as she got up and came over to me. She looked over her shoulder at Sarah as she put her arms around me. I saw Sarah nod as she got up and came over to us. "You go get in that bath, and I'll bring you a nice big spliff in a little while."

"You take such good care of us sweetie." Sarah said, grabbing the bottom of my t-shirt and pulling it over my head. Her hands worked at the button, then the zipper on my jeans, and she pushed them down, kneeling to help me get them off. "You go relax for a while, and we'll order a pizza or something...go...you deserve it."

"Thank you." I said, then turned and went up the stairs to the second floor bathroom. As I eased my tired ass into the hot water, I couldn't help but laugh and thank my lucky stars that their periods had started at the same time.

(-)

The only time they wore panties to bed was during their periods. We also had a mattress pad and special period sheets for the occasion, even though they both used panty liners, and rarely spotted on the sheets. I appreciated the consideration. I really liked my mattress.

After they had put the kids down, they came into the bathroom. God, I couldn't believe how hot they looked. Sarah was wearing a pair of high waisted white panties and a t-shirt cut off high enough that it hung around her belly button. Tracy had on a pair of black bikini panties, and a red tanktop tied in a knot in back so it looked almost like she was wearing a sports bra.

Sarah had a bottle of wine and a bottle of bourbon, and Tracy had a bag with some canned cokes in it in one hand, and a glass with ice and a shot glass inside it in the other. There was a joint so fat it looked like a long worm that had swallowed a bowling ball tucked behind her ear.

"God, I don't deserve this." I muttered, as they knelt beside the tub.

"You don't deserve what, sweetie?" Sarah asked, smiling at me. She picked up a washcloth and dipped it in the water, then rubbed a bar of soap on it before running it in slow, lazy strokes over my chest.

"You...this...any of it." I said.

"Yes you do." they said at the same time, then smiled at each other.

"You're a good husband, a good father, and a really good friend." Tracy said. She pulled the joint from behind her ear and put it in her mouth, holding a lighter to it. Once she had it going, she took a long hit, then handed it to Sarah on the other side of the tub. Leaning close to me, she turned my head toward her and blew a thick stream of smoke into my face.

I inhaled slowly, feeling the buzz start to come up almost immediately. I exhaled, and felt fingers turning my chin to the other side. I smiled as I watched Sarah take the joint away from her mouth and lean toward me. I met her halfway, pressing my lips to hers, kissing her as I inhaled the smoke she was exhaling. When she pulled away, I turned my head and Tracy smiled, leaning toward me. We kissed, and I passed the smoke to her.

"That's enough for me." I said as I put my arms on the sides of the tub and let myself slide down so my head rested on the rim.

"Drink this." Tracy said, holding a glass up to my mouth.

I took a sip, swallowed, then took another as she tipped the glass up. I felt her hand running up my leg as she took the glass away. She cupped my balls, rolling them in her fingers as she looked at me with a lustful gleam in her eyes.

I heard Sarah move beside me, and when I looked at her, she smiled as she dipped her hand in the water, moving it down and wrapping it around my cock.

"We're going to do what you said you were going to do to us." She said, smiling slyly. "We're going to take you to bed and pleasure you till you beg for mercy."

"I'm curious though." Tracy said, barely managing not to giggle. She made a ring with her fingers around the top of my scrotum, tugging gently as she worked my balls between her fingers and palm. "Just how were you planning on pleasuring both of us, on the same night...and give each of us your complete, undivided attention?"

"I'm still trying to figure that out." I sighed, letting my eyes closed as I relaxed under their gentle ministrations..

"So you told both of us what we wanted...needed to hear, when we needed it." Sarah giggled. "And you were going to figure out how to do it later..."

"That's not too smart, studly." Tracy laughed.

"It appears that I'm getting away with it." I muttered. 

"That's because you got lucky." She said.

"I am feeling very lucky right now." I moaned as Sarah tightened her grip on my cock.

It came out of nowhere. Suddenly, there was a tingling in my balls, my cock throbbed powerfully in Sarah's hand, and I groaned deep in my throat.

All three of us looked down and watched as milky strings of cum poured out of my cock into the water. Sarah milked my cock gently, barely moving her hand, instead she squeezed it, using her thumb to rub up and down the thick piss tube on the underside.

I shuddered, then sagged back against the wall of the tub. My breath was coming in harsh pants as I lay there, letting them have their way with me.

"That was quick." Tracy laughed.

"Yeah, I don't think I've ever seen you cum that fast before." Sarah said.

"Who could resist?" I asked, not opening my eyes. "I have the two most beautiful women in the world kneeling on either side of me, intent on pleasuring me. I've got a good buzz on, and you were just too much to..."

"God, you are so full of shit." Tracy laughed, still massaging my balls.

"You're not done are you?" Sarah asked, sounding disappointed.

"Mercy...please my goddesses, have mercy on me." I said softly.

"Wow, I didn't expect that." Tracy said softly. "We were planning on sucking you off till you couldn't get hard again. Are you sure..."

"Yes." I nodded. "It's been a long day."

"Okay." She said. "Let's get you out of that tub so we can get you into bed."

"You go ahead." I told her, opening my eyes and looking back and forth between them. "I just want to lay here and soak for a bit. I'll be with you in a little while."

"If that's what you want." Sarah said, taking her hand away. I heard her get to her feet, and could feel her looking down at me.

"It is, I'm really tired. It has been a long day."

"Don't be too long, you still have to cuddle with us." Tracy said, moving her hand and getting to her feet.

I nodded, not opening my eyes. That was the last thing I remember.

(-)

It was still dark when I woke up, but I knew that I was in my own bed. There was a hand moving back and forth over my stomach, the fingertips just grazing my pubes.

"I want to touch your cock so bad right now." A voice said in the dark. I wasn't completely awake, and I couldn't tell which one of them it was, or even where it was coming from.

"The alarm is going to go off in a little while." She said, easing over so she was pressed against me. "You need to get up on top of her, so she wakes up like that."

It was Tracy.

"Tell me you love me." I said, snuggling closer to her.

"I love you both. Now do this for me, so we can show her that we both love her."

"Come with me. I'll get up on her, and you lay against us, hugging us both." I said softly. "She'll like feeling you with us."

"Yeah, I think she will." She whispered. "God, I love that girl so..."

"Would you two shut up and get your asses over here." Sarah muttered. "I'm having a really good dream about you, and feeling you will make it even better."

"As my goddess commands." I laughed quietly, moving over and sliding up onto her.

"Yes mistress." Tracy purred, sliding over and pressing herself against us.

"Mmmmmm, this is the way we're supposed to sleep." Sarah murmured. Moments later, she was breathing deeply and regularly. She'd gone right back to sleep.

I laid there, savoring the warmth of both their bodies. Before I knew it, the alarm was going off, and Tracy was cursing as she got up, trying to find the tablet I'd set up so she could shut off the annoying alarm I'd chosen.

(-)

I had coffee going before they were out of the shower, and handed them both a cup as they came out of the bathroom.

"Do you want breakfast?" I asked, leaning against the wall next to the door.

"I'll get some toast or a piece of fruit before I leave." Sarah said as she pulled on a pair of sweats.

"I'll get a biscuit or a bagel when I get off the expressway." Tracy said, pulling a t-shirt over her head. "There's lots of choices...and I'm not hungry yet."

"Just make sure you eat something." I told her as I watched her pull up her shorts, then grab a pair of socks. She sat on the bed and started pulling them on. 

"I got...I don't want to call it a job offer, maybe it would be better to call it an income opportunity." I said, looking at the floor. "One of the women's magazines wants to use my videos on their web site."

"You're making videos?" Tracy asked, looking over at me as she pulled her shoes on.

"Yeah, they're really cute." Sarah said, coming over to hug me. She smiled as she went on. "He tells little stories about the kids while he's feeding them. I really liked the ones I watched, but I'm biased."




The Big Girl Pt. 02 Ch. 01



"Other people like them too. We've started getting more hits since I started posting them."

"So would this be an exclusive arrangement, or would we be able to market to other outlets?" Tracy asked.

"I don't know, I haven't replied to the email yet."

She nodded, getting to her feet.

"Don't commit to anything, let's talk about this tonight." She said, coming over and putting her arms around us, kissing us on the cheek. "In the meantime, send me a link to the site. I want to check it out."

(-)

My phone rang just before noon. It was Tracy.

"Sarah's right." She said. "Those videos are really cute. It's obvious how you feel about the kids. It really comes across in the way you talk about them, and the way you look at them."

She paused, then went on after a moment.

"There's tabs for me and Sarah. Can we post stuff on there too?"

"Yeah, I sent you a link to the site, and the login just before the site went live." I told her. "I was hoping you'd post something. That's why we set it up."

"Will you tell me more about all this when I get home?" She asked.

"Sure, it only takes a few minutes." I told her.

"I have one other question." She said, her voice softening. "Can you setup a feed, just for us? I'd like to be able to watch you and the kids during the day. Just seeing you with them made me feel good, and I liked it."

"I'll have to check, but I don't think it should be a problem."

"Good." She said softly. "I love you stu...I love you Brent. You're the best husband a girl could want."

She hung up before I could say anything.

It was all I could do not to just sit there and cry like a baby.

(-)

"Okay, that looks easy enough." Tracy said, picking up a rib and taking a bite off of it. She'd stopped at Fat Matt's on the way home and gotten three slabs of ribs and half a dozen sides. They'd thrown in half a loaf of white bread still in the bag, instead of putting it in with the meat. She was already two thirds of the way through a slab. "So I just do a clip with my laptop web cam, save it as a file, and upload it to the site. How does it get posted, or how do people find it?"

"You can use an external webcam too, you just want to make sure you save it as an mp4 file. That's what you upload to the site." I told her, making a short clip, then saving it so she could see the process from beginning to end. "Once it's uploaded, I'll take care of moving it to the right directories. Once that's done, it shows up as a clickable link in your section."

"So what kind of stuff should we post?" Sarah asked around a mouthful of potato salad. 

"That's up to you." I told her. "I post stuff about the kids because I like spending time with them. I have fun telling stories about them, and people seem to like them."

"You've got the twenty-five to forty year old female demographic nailed. That one group makes up more than two thirds of your hits." Tracy said, scrolling through the stats page. She looked over at me, then back at the screen. "Are we charging for this yet?"

"No, and I wasn't planning on charging people for it." I said carefully. "If we start charging, we'll lose half, if not two thirds of the visitors we get right now. There are other money making options, like the click counter. As we hit different thresholds, the payout rate goes up."

"Who decides what ads are posted?" She asked, going back to the main page. She frowned as she scrolled through it.

"Right now the ad agency does. But again, as we hit different thresholds, we gain more control over what ads they post."

She nodded, then looked over at Sarah.

"Find something that you're comfortable talking about." She told her. "Play with the video thing, and get used to being recorded. I'll do the same thing. We need more content to bring in more hits."

She pushed the laptop back over in front of me and picked up a container of baked beans. She sat back in her chair, smiling as she ate.

(-)

Tracy had almost dozen video clips uploaded by the end of the week. She called me on Friday morning, asking why she couldn't see them on the site.

"I'm not sure where to post most of them." I told her. "You've got workout how to's, social commentary, and one that you're going to have to post on your Facebook page if you want it public. There's no way you can talk about the president of the United States like that, no matter how big an asshole he is, and not drive away users."

"So how long before I can see my content on the page?"

"I already have the guy that built the page splitting all of our tabs out by sections." I told her. "We can name them later. He's saying we'll see something the first part, maybe the middle of next week."

"Okay, that will give me time to make some more videos." She said, almost to herself. "Tell me what you thought of the workout videos."

"You'll bring in the fifteen to thirty year old male group with no problem." I laughed. "They'll sign in to just to watch you while they jerk off."

"You really think so?" She asked.

"Yeah, they'll come in droves just to cum on you." I said. "Which makes me want to ask, when will your period be over?"

"Why, are you horny?" She asked, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.

"Yeah." I breathed into the phone.

"I'll be home in an hour." She laughed.

(-)

I was putting the kids down for their nap when she got home.

"Where are you?" She called out.

"Upstairs. Get naked and get in bed. I'll be right down." I called back.

I was pulling my t-shirt off as I danced down the stairs, and I kicked off my shoes as I turned into our room. My pants followed, and my hard-on sprang up, pointing right at her, almost like it had sensed pussy in the room.

"Fuck me...you're hard already." She grinned.

"Oh, I am definitely going to fuck you." I said as I crawled up onto the bed. "You need any foreplay? I'm good to go..."

"I think we can skip the foreplay, lover." She laughed, leaning back on her elbows and spreading her legs wide. "Get your little ass over here and fuck me."

I didn't need to answer. My cock found her tight wet opening without guidance from either of us, and I sank balls deep into her on the first stroke.

"Oh god." We moaned in unison. Her arms wrapped around me as mine slid under her, and her knees came up, gripping my hips as she started moving under me.

"Fuck me." She whispered, clutching me to her. "God, your cock feels so good in me."

My cock was in charge, and it was telling my hips and legs which way to move to get the sensation it wanted. My brain was taking the afternoon off, it just wanted to sit back and enjoy the ride.

"Oh god, what are you doing to me?" She moaned as I threw a flurry of hard, tip to root plunges into her, then moved into a rolling hip stroke that made my cock move in circles inside her, followed by slow, teasing in and outs that had her scratching my back with her nails. 

"Roll us over." I panted. We'd been going at it less than ten minutes, and I was already gasping for breath.

"Hold on." She giggled, then flipped us over. I had barely landed on my back when she planted her hands on my chest and started pounding her cunt down onto the rigid spike of my cock.

"Oh shit, I not gonna la..."

"You don't have to. Go ahead and shoot, I don't care." She rasped as she dropped down onto me. "I started cumming as soon as you put it in. Cum, shoot it in me, that'll really make me cum."

My hands grabbed her ass and I started pounding up into her. The head of my cock beat against her cervix on every stroke, and I felt my balls pulling up tight under my cock.

"Oh fuck, this is so fucking good." She moaned, meeting my strokes as she slammed her pussy down onto me. I groaned as I felt the first fiery slugs of cum rushing up my cockshaft. 

"Nnnnngggghhhhhnnnn!!" I grunted, my ass rising up off the bed as my load erupted from my piss slit. My legs stiffened and my back bowed, so the only parts of me touching the bed were my heels and the back of my head. I was lifting her almost a foot off the bed before I finally collapsed, sticky jets of jizz spewing out in irregular spurts as I shot off again and again.

"Oooommmmppphhhh." She grunted as she came down on top of me, my cock punching roughly against the deepest part of her pussy. Her hands closed into fists on my chest as she thrashed and writhed above me.

We both flung ourselves headlong against each other, unmindful of anything except the electric thrill surging through us as we overdosed on pleasure.

She finally collapsed on me, falling in a sweat soaked heap on top of me. We lay gasping for breath, both of us twitching and jerking as spasms continued to wrack our bodies.

"Holy fucking shit. Where did that come from?" She panted in my ear.

I didn't answer, I was gasping for air, my face buried in her chest. Her sweat soaked skin felt incredible on my face, and I turned my head from side to side, covering myself with her.

"That was the best sex I've ever had." She said slowly, raising up off of me. She stared down at me, her eyes glowing with...I don't have words for what I saw.

I just nodded, my hands running all over her, making her shiver as my fingers dragged across her skin.

She pushed up off me, until she was sitting almost upright over me, then she just fell over on to her back, her legs still draped across me. My cock slipped out of her with a loud wet slurring sound.

"I...I have to go back to work." She muttered, trying to roll over and crawl across the bed.

"Why?" I asked, reaching out, my hand brushing across the back of her thigh.

"Don't touch me!" She groaned as she moved away. She had almost reached the edge of the bed.

"What's wrong Tracy?" I asked, rolling over and crawling after her.

"Please. Stay here." She said as one leg dropped to the floor. She held onto the bed as she brought the other leg down, then used the spindle on the corner to hold herself up.

I slid off the end of the bed and came around, putting my arms around her. I held her as she shivered and shook, and I realized that she was crying.

"Please Tracy, tell me what's wrong." I said as I pulled her down on the bed beside me. I kept my arms around her as we sat on the edge of the bed.

"Oh god, I didn't mean for this to happen." She sobbed, burying her face in my shoulder.

I looked over at the nightstand, and saw my phone. Moving over a little, I was able to reach it. I hit Sarah's picture on the speed dial, sighing with relief when she picked up on the first ring.

"Can you come home?" I asked quietly, before she could say anything.

"I'm almost there." She said. "I took the afternoon off. I called Tracy, but she's not picking up."

"She's here with me." I told her, then added, "But careful, but hurry."

We were still sitting on the side of the bed when Sarah came in ten minutes later. Tracy was still crying quietly, but she wouldn't answer when I spoke to her.

"Tracy? What's the matter sweetie? Are you okay?" Sarah asked as she knelt in front of her. She put her hand on her back, running it up and down with soft, slow strokes.

Tracy whimpered into my shoulder, and I heard her mutter, "No, please...not now...please..."

"Look at me Tracy." Sarah said, prying her arms from around me and turning her to face her. "Tell me what's wrong, baby. Tell me what happened."

"I...I'm sorry...I just can't. I don't want to..." Tracy said, looking at the floor.

Sarah's hand caught her across the cheek, and the slap sounded like a rifle shot in the room. Tracy's head rocked to one side, and she looked up at Sarah as she turned her head toward her.

"I'm sorry...I tri..."

Sarah's hand caught her across the cheek again, and she reached down, gripping her arms tightly.

"No, we're not doing this." She said softly. "We talked about this two years ago, and I told you..."

"I know, I tried, I really tried, but I just can't..."

"Do you love me?" Sarah asked her, cutting her off.

Tracy nodded, but Sarah shook her as she looked at her steadily.

"Say the words, Tracy." She whispered. "I need to hear you say it."

"Yes...I love you." Tracy whispered.

"Do you love our children?"

"Ye...yes."

"Then you can do this." Sarah said softly, putting her arms around her, pulling her to her. She glanced over at me, a sad smile on her face.

"Can you go check on the kids?" She asked as she turned back to Tracy. "We need a few minutes. I'll explain everything in a little while."

I nodded, and got up, backing slowly across the room, not taking my eyes off of them till I went out the door. 

The kids were still asleep, so I went back downstairs, stopping just outside our room. I waited a moment, then stepped in. The room was empty, but I could hear the shower running in the bathroom. I walked over to the door and looked inside.

I could see them through the shower doors. Sarah was holding Tracy's face in her hands, talking to her. I couldn't hear what they were saying, I just saw Tracy nodding as Sarah spoke.

I grabbed my jeans off the floor and pulled a t-shirt off the shelf, pulling them on as I went out to the kitchen. I got an RC, popping the top and taking a sip as I sat down at the table.

Sarah came in about fifteen minutes later, wearing one of her oversized t-shirts.

"Where is she? Is she okay?" I asked, looking up at her.

"I gave her a valium, and she's laying down." She said as she got a coke from the fridge, then came over and sat next to me.

"Can you tell me what happened?" I asked, almost afraid of the answer.

"She loves you." She said, looking down at the floor. She looked up at me as she said, "She's in love with you."

"I know that."

"You may know it, but you don't understand it." She said, taking my hand. "There's a difference between loving, and being in love with her. A big difference. She loves me, and for a time, she thought she was in love with me. She figured out on her own that she wasn't, and the love she does feel for me is even stronger because of it."

"This has to do with her dad leaving her when she was a little girl. She wasn't even six when that happened. She's never really trusted men. Besides my dad, you're the only man I can honestly say she not only loved, but has been in love with."

"She was in love with your dad?" I asked, staring at her in disbelief.

"He saw it coming, and he handled it beautifully." She said, smiling at the memory. "He took her out to dinner, and treated her like she was the most important woman in the world." 

"How old was she?"

"We had just turned sixteen." She told me. "He sent me to bed when they got home, and they stayed downstairs. I could hear her laughing, and I thought everything was fine. He told me a few years later what had happened."

"He asked if she wanted him to make love to her, and she said yes. Then he told her that he couldn't do that, because he loved her too much. He told her that no matter how beautiful making love with her would be, he couldn't do it, because he wasn't in love with her."

"She came upstairs and climbed into bed with me a little later. She didn't say anything, she just put her arms around me and hugged me, crying into my back. I asked her what was wrong, and all she would say was, 'your dad loves me'."

"She knew the day I met you that I was going to fall in love with you." She said, looking up at me, smiling happily. "The day I shared you with her, she saw the love you have in you, and she fell in love with you. I didn't realize it then, but I saw it later, that's why I encouraged you to love her, and to make love to her. You fell in love with her the day we asked her to marry us. I could hear it in your voice when you called me. I was so happy for you, and for her. I knew we could be happy together."

"Come with me." I said, getting up and grabbing her hand. I pulled her behind me as we went out of the kitchen.

"What are you going to do?" She asked.

"I'm going to fix us." I said simply, leading her into the bedroom.

I let go of her hand and slid up onto the bed, coming to a stop on my knees next to Tracy.

"Sit up, I need to talk to you." I said, taking her hand and pulling her up so she was sitting in front of me.

"I love you." I said, taking her face in my hands. "And I'm in love with you. I can tell you the minute it happened. We were on the phone..."

"The day you came to the gym." She said, smiling at me. "The day you asked me to marry you and Sarah."

I nodded, and turned to look at Sarah, holding my free hand out to her.

"I love you, and I fell in love with you the first time I saw you." I said, looking her up and down. "You were wearing that cutoff Redskin's jersey and a pair of white panties..."

I turned back to Tracy, taking both her hands in mine.

"You're not sharing me with Sarah. I'm not your's to share." I said slowly "She doesn't share me with you, and I don't share either of you with the other."

I sat back, looking back and forth between them. 

"You share yourself with us, just like Sarah's shares herself with us, and I share myself with both of you. None of us are possessions, we're people. We make our own choices. I choose to love you, and thank you for sharing your love with me."

I could see the change in her as it happened, it swept over her like a wave. She scrambled up onto her knees and threw her arms around me, then held her hand out to Sarah, drawing her over to us. 

We hugged each other tightly, but after a minute, Tracy pulled away.

"I...I'm sorry, but I..."

"You don't have anything to be sorry about." I told her.

"Yeah, but...I'm hungry. Can we get something to eat?"

Sarah fell back on the bed laughing, and I just grinned as I looked at Tracy.

"You can have anything you want my love...you're cooking."

(-)

Tracy had broiled some steaks and nuked up potatoes loaded with cheese and sour cream because that's what she had a taste for. Sarah heated up a can green beans at the last minute, commenting that protein and starch needed a veggie to make it a meal.

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"How did you know what to do, what to say?" Sarah asked quietly, looking across the table at me. Tracy had just gone upstairs to check on the kids, and Sarah looked back toward the door, making sure she was out of earshot. "One minute I was terrified that we were going to lose her, that she would leave, just disappear..."

"She wouldn't have done that..."

"You don't know her like I do, Brent." She said, looking at me with fire in her eyes. "I've known her since we were eight years old, I grew up with her. I've been there with, and for her in every important thing that's ever..."

"Except one." I said. "The one that shaped her world, and made her what she is. And that's something that she couldn't share with you, because you could never understand it."

"I lost both my parents." Sarah said, looking at me, her eyes welling up with tears. "And she helped me through it, both times..."

"Yes, you lost your parents. They died, they were taken from you against their will." I told her, reaching over and taking her hand. "Tracy's father left her, he abandoned her and her mother. He threw them away like they didn't mean anything. I understand how she feels about that, because it happened to me. I was luckier than she was though, I never knew either of my parents, or at least I don't remember them. I grew up in orphanages, shelters, and foster homes."

I paused, letting her absorb what I was saying. She knew that I'd been in foster homes, but I don't think she really understood what that meant. I wasn't sure she ever could.

"I never felt love, or believed I could be loved until I met Rosalita Shay." I said softly. "I had been in two orphanages, one placement center, and six foster homes before I met her. I told you that no one had hurt me, or been mean to me, and that was true as far as it went. But none of them ever loved me. And that hurt more than you can even begin to imagine. It took me years to understand it myself."




The Big Girl Pt. 02 Ch. 01



I stopped, not bothering to wipe away the tears running down my cheeks. After taking a couple of deep breaths, I went on.

"But Rosie changed all that. She didn't just take me in, she came to the home I was in and got me." I whispered. "I was twelve years old."

"Why would she do that?" Sarah whispered. She was holding my hand in both of hers as she listened.

"The people I was living with were nice enough, but Rosie told me later that there was talk in the foster community about them. She had had some of the kids that had lived with them, some of the older kids. She said that they were...damaged was the word she used. She would never tell me about what happened to them, but she told me that she wasn't going to let it happen to me, or anyone else, ever again. I don't know how she did it, but they never took in another foster child, at least not in this state."

I shook my head and looked back at her, smiling gently.

"She had three other kids living with her when I came to live with her, but she treated me like I was the most important person in the world. She set up a bed for me in her room, and I slept in there with her for three months. One day, I asked her why I didn't have my own room like the other kids. She just smiled and hugged me. That night, I slept alone in my own room."

"So..."

"I woke up the next morning in the bed in her room." I went on, not letting her interrupt. "She didn't say anything, she just smiled and hugged me when she woke me up for school. I woke up in that bed two or three times a week for the next couple of months. One day, I realized that it had been almost a month since I had done it, and I went to ask her about it. The bed was gone, and she smiled when she saw me standing in the doorway. She held her arms out, and I went over and stepped into them. 'You're going to be just fine, Brent.' she whispered. 'I'm not going to let anything happen to my beautiful boy.'"

"I started talking to the other kids, and they told me that she had done the same thing with them. They took me in, treating me like a brother, not just another kid they lived with. That's how I met Tim and Sarah, they were there when Rosie brought me home."

"And now I can answer your question." I said. "Rosie taught me all you can do is share yourself with someone else, and hope they do the same for you. She gave us love, but never demand it back from us."

"She taught you about love by showing you love..." Sarah said slowly.

I nodded, waiting for her to go on.

"And you knew that that was what I needed to hear...that love is something that you share, not possess." Tracy said from the doorway.

"Yeah, we all need to be reminded of that sometimes." I said, looking over at her. "You have a lot of love in you pretty, and you share it with both of us. You just needed someone who knew what you were feeling to put it into words you could understand."

"It's not that easy studly." She said as she came over, pulled out a chair and sat down facing me.

"Yeah, it is." I said, smiling at her. I took her hand as I went on. "You're here now, you'll be here in the morning, and you'll be here years from now, loving us, and letting us love you. There's some things you need to figure out for yourself, but you got past the hard part. We're gonna be okay now."

"Whatta ya think hon? Is he completely fulla shit or what?" She asked Sarah, grinning over at her.

"I think we are the two luckiest women in the world, and if either of us is dumb enough to leave this wonderful man, the other one should kick her ass and remind her what she's walking away from." Sarah said slowly.

"Amen to that sister." Tracy said, smiling at her. "Amen to that..."

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Chapter Two is in progress, and I should finish it soon. The kids are still trying to tell me where they want the story to go...now I just need to listen a little more.