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Renting a Room Ch. 02

By: SierraSprite



I was feeling on top of the world after great sex with three loving women when a scream from the bathroom interrupted the good vibes.

"There is no hot water!"

I hollered back and found my way to the basement. Three women who needed to wash me out of them with no hot water was big trouble. It was dark down there and the ancient water heater was in a corner. I had been here before but couldn't remember what the problem was last time.

On my knees on the dirty floor, I discovered the pilot light was out. A few minutes later I was holding a long match to the burner and watching it flare to life. Thank god for small favors.

I scrambled up the stairs to the kitchen to find Maggie staring at me. Before I could say anything, she poked a finger into my chest, "You are a dear. I forgot to tell you everything in the basement needs to be replaced."

She had a terry robe and felt wonderful in my arms. "Maggie, this gift is looking more expensive by the minute. How am I going to survive with tenants who don't pay rent and grandparents who have moved to Oregon!"

"Now, now. I've got us a reservation at a good restaurant. We'll talk about the basement later."

She hugged me tighter and whispered, "You were very naughty just now. You are not supposed to be having sex with your relatives. I am going to call Alfred and tell him that house mother supervision is required here for at least ten days." 

Her body shivered and her teeth were busy on my ear. I was hard and horny and ready to take her again, right against the kitchen counter, when Sharon slammed me from the back and said, "I hope you are apologizing. Treating us like you were at tackling practice."

All three of them were giggling and pounding on me. 

"Hey, you can be demoted. How does that English phrase go? 'Below the stairs?' I could put you to work shoveling coal in the basement."

My arms were around them. Valerie kissed me and said, "We are just waiting for YOUR hot water to heat. Is there really a coal chute in the basement? The house I grew up in in Vermont had one. Mom was really mad when we got all black one day playing in it."

An hour later, we were dressed and gathered at the front door, not a coal smudge in sight. The new dresses were fabulous. Maggie had fixed them up with matching heels and sheer stockings. This was upscale Berkeley for sure.

"Scott, you may drive us to Franco's, off Bancroft."

They had perfume on, which wafted about as I helped with the car doors. 

The women carried on social chit chat. Nothing too serious. I drove along, thinking I could have a real date with any one of these marvelous creatures. How could that happen to a dumb landlord with an engineering degree?

Franco's was one of several second tier restaurants trying to get noticed. A discreet note at the bottom of the menu said good reviews on the web would be appreciated.

The menu was all over the place. A few cliches, like halibut and ribeye steak. A few politically correct choices, like vegetarian lasagne. Fortunately, there were several specials that involved the talent of an aspiring chef. I listened to the women sharing their possible choices, complaining about excessive calories. Those tight bodies did not come from pigging out.

One item caught my eye. Chile relleno, with four cheeses. Thai noodles with spinach and carrots. Trying to cut a Mexican dish loose from the rice and refried beans.

The waiter arrived for a drink order. Maggie looked around the table and said, "We are celebrating and will have some of your better champagne." As the waiter disappeared, she stared hard at me and said, "One smirk and you will be severely punished when we get home. I am buying this meal and we are celebrating the successful launch of your lodging place and the arrival of two exceptional tenants."

There were real flutes and we raised our glasses. Maggie said, "Scott, you may make a toast."

"To exceptional tenants."

This was followed by salutes to exceptional grandmothers, exceptional landlords, and to the possibility of an exceptional Cal football team.

We all held hands and smiled and giggled. I felt like a very lucky man. Too bad I didn't earn enough to propose to either of the exceptional tenants.

To more laughs, Maggie announced she was needed as house mother for a few days. The rest of us cheered.

Midway through the meal, she asked, "What about the front rooms on the second floor? The girls tell me tenant improvements are needed."

"Maggie, they are, but do you have any idea how much their wish list will cost?"

"The girls, pardon me, women, said these improvements are necessary for their physical health and continuing attractiveness to studly males such as yourself." Her smile was wide.

I was mellow and had a permanent grin on my face as we finished. Maggie produced a credit card and the poor among us cheered.

Four mellow people were straggling up the sidewalk to my new house when we saw two bodies dejectedly coming down the front stairs. "Were you looking for someone?"

Twins. Pretty, diminutive female twins in school clothes. "Oh, we were just wondering if any rooms were left. We have been looking all day and found nothing."

From behind me, Maggie said, "We're not sure, but please come in. Are you by chance the Poitier sisters?

"Look! It is Professor Fourneau." They rushed forward, almost knocking me down, and embraced Maggie. "Gran-maman! It is you!"

Somehow, I got everyone into the living room. Maggie surrounded herself with a twin on either side, with high velocity French flying back and forth.

The tenants and I fixed espresso and ice cream in the kitchen and brought it out on a big tray. Valerie whispered, "They are stars of the gymnastics team."

Maggie looked up and said, "Scott, don't be a dunce. Break out some of the sauterne. We must have more celebration."

I returned with glasses and expensive wine. Judging from the excited chatter, it wasn't going to last long. I served, and finally was introduced to Aimee and Adrienne Poitier. Their smallish bodies seemed to be in constant motion. They hadn't had any food all day and grinned when they said starting dinner with dessert was fine.

I had a sinking feeling that grandaughters of Maggie's close friend from her university days were about to be new tenants, despite the possible bedroom crunch.

Maggie wasted no time. "You have come at the perfect moment. We were just talking about redoing the front rooms upstairs for the tenants. Come and see."

I lagged behind, moping a bit. Sharon saw me and came back down the stairs and pressed us against the wall. "They are cute. They are championship jocks. They will be great fun to have around." She kissed me and added, "They don't take up a lot of room, like you do."

She wiggled her butt as we went up, and I swatted it and got a big giggle and an arm around my waist at the top of the stairs. The twins were dropping clothes revealing their workout shorts and bra as underwear. Aimee was stretching and doing walkovers on an imaginary balance beam. Adrienne was doing front and back flips and watching her altitude, even with a ten foot ceiling.

"Maggie, this is wonderful. How could we find such a fine place? You are sure the landlord will accept us?" They giggled, looked at me, and dashed into my arms.

"Can we call you Scott? This is incredible. A few minutes ago we were almost crying."

Maggie came up and said, "You must need a shower after traipsing around all day. The girls will show you where and find some robes. Scott and I will fix some soup for you. Come to the kitchen when you are ready."

When she had something warming on the stove, Maggie gave me a hip and asked, "Well? We are not going to turn them out into the night, are we?"

"I'll take you to the airport first thing in the morning to go back to Medford. You are a terrible threat to my peace of mind."

With an arm firmly around me, she delivered a very hot, wet kiss. "Nothing doing. You think I am finished with you after this afternoon? Not on your life. Besides, you are never going to do better than having these two living with you. Among other things, their uncle is a world class chef in France, and they have been cooking since they could see over the counter."

I fastened firmly on her boobs, and used my teeth on her neck. "Where do they sleep?"

"That is the very least of your worries. If you are very, very lucky, they will end up in your bed from time to time."

She broke loose and worked on the soup and broiling french bread for crutons.

I sat at the end of the counter and nursed a beer. A few minutes later, all four of the tenants arrived, pink and laughing, in terry robes. The soup was a hit, with french flying around discussing refinements. Valerie sat next to me and bit my ear. "I'm so happy. We could almost make this a French theme house if Sharon and you get busy with your lessons."

I detected drooping eyes at the other end. Wine, and a shower, and warm soup was sending the new tenants to dreamland in a hurry. "Where are we putting them?"

"We already solved that. They are in my room in one bed. Said they have slept together since they were very small. We told them we would sleep in Sharon's bed, but we're not. We are going to see how much trouble we can make in your bed. Maggie agrees. Said she's always wanted to try four at once."

I put my head down and cried. Under the counter edge, my fingers were tickling them. "You are evil teases. I will carry them up."

Having a gymnast on each hip was an incredible fit. Their robes fell open and they were naked beneath. Seemed not to care. I tucked them in with a kiss on each cheek that turned into hot kisses with wet tongues and a "bonne nuit."

Downstairs, Maggie was sommoning me to the sofa, and indicated the girls should join. They poked at me until four bodies were arranged the way they wanted. I closed my eyes and awaited the next attack, verbal or physical.

"Scott, I am very impressed with your landlord behavior. There is room for improvement, but for a first full day, you have done well."

My mischievous hand reached under her top and squeezed a grandmother boob. "What do you think, Val and Sharon, isn't she quite the recruiter?"

Sharon said in a throaty voice, "I want to get naked. Let's take this upstairs."

There was no peace in my bed. None at all. They were rubbing on me and each other. I put the light out, but that started up a whispering campaign. I slipped away.

The morning sun found two more naked bodies in my bed. Every inch was occupied. They asked Maggie questions in French and made Valerie giggle. She whispered, "They are discussing your male capabilities. Maggie says you are adequate." She tried to grab me and I pinched her behind, which was tight to my crotch. I growled and pulled a gymnast to my front. She tried French, "Non, mes ami!" I licked a pert breast that matched the rest of her perfectly. "Yes! Naked nymphs in my bed are taken!"

There was great wrestling around and nipping curvy parts, accompanied by hysterical giggles.

Sharon appeared with a giant breakfast tray and everyone quieted down.

I kissed the neck of one of the twins and asked, "Do I ever find out how to tell you apart?"

"Oui, if you are well behaved." 

"How can I be well behaved, when you come naked into my bed and tease me? You are as bad as these others."

"Sister, he is already complimenting us. It must be a trap." They munched on their croissant and eyed me boldly. 

"We have good news and bad news."

Now it was my turn to stare at them. The others were relaxed, watching my byplay with the new additions with the fantastic bodies, which were greatly on display.

"We know a shop owner who will give us a big discount on the mats and equipment for the front rooms. He supports the gymnastics team."

"What is the bad news?"

"The wall between the rooms has to go. We need space for a practice balance beam on the floor."

"But the wall may be holding up the house."

They put my coffee cup to one side and rubbed on me like cats. Two different hands were mistreating my erection. "But there are ways, no? It is in a good cause. You were a varsity football player. You understand about the need for constant practice, yes? Besides, we will join your special club of girlfriends. Maggie says you are very good at loving."

I stared daggers at Valerie, who laughed back at me.

"You must have boyfriends. Big boyfriends, who will beat me up."

"Yes. Poor little Scott, who can't defend his women."

Five hostile stares at once. I closed my eyes and threw up my hands. "Ok, I'll call someone to come about the wall today."

Giggles and kisses and rubbing. A little voice in my head said to be good to the tenants. A loud Maggie voice said, "Up and out. Enough playing. Scott and I are going to the basement, and the students are to pick up and attend to their school prep."

I was brushing my teeth when she came up, minus the nightie, and rubbed her generous boobs on my back. 

I finished and said, "I thought we were going to the basement."

A soft voice at my ear said, "Aren't you happy with your new housemates? Even without my incredible body around, they will keep you busy." She was pressing herself fully into my backside.

"Maggie, my love life has gone from zero to a hundred miles an hour. You have ignited a fire." I turned around and kissed her.

"It's about time." She yanked painfully, "It is like the girls said, this needs constant practice."

Maggie had dropped forty years and was acting like a coed. I held her face and applied a gentle kiss to eyes and nose and lips. "You bring out the male in me. You are not worried about Alfred being unhappy?"

"I will go home and fuck Alfred to death. He has to take those pills and he still doesn't last long. You better make hay while the sun shines, young stud."

"Right now?"

She pushed herself away from me, eyes sparkling. "No, not right now. Get some work clothes on and we will descend to the dungeon."

The basement had a few sad lightbulbs that did a close approximation of a dungeon. She looked around and asked, "Can you get a couple of days off from the Professor? What we need is some new lights, a major cleaning, and have the contractor check everything."

"What about the wall upstairs?"

"We took down a wall years ago. Terrible bloody mess of plaster. After that, not so bad. We will have a demolition party. Get the tenants all covered up with bandanas and denim. Provide contractor bags and pry bars. When it is open, the contractor can decide what is needed."

I gave her a hug and said, "You sure are handy to have around. And sexy too."

"Scott, you make an old woman feel young again." We shared a long kiss in the dark basement and went off to the hardware.

The next morning, Sharon and I were on the road at sunup to take the new sensor to Parkfield. She sat in the passenger seat with a Starbucks latte and grinned at me. "I suppose I shouldn't be smiling now that I have so much competition."

I grabbed her hand and kissed the fingers. "Four days ago, you weren't talking to me."

"Four days ago, you weren't getting any."

I gave her a hard look. "You are sitting over there asking yourself if there is more than sex going on with us."

She leaned to kiss my cheek and offer a sip of latte. "Four days is long enough for things to change."

She slumped back down. "But it doesn't make sense for a silly junior year swimmer to get serious over a big hunk of an engineer who has pretty women crawling on him, does it?

I looked over and didn't like the tears I saw.

"Stop that. I'm hot for you. We will work something out."

She had my hand and kissed it as her head rested on the console.

"Put the seat down, grab that blanket from the back and take a nap. Tell yourself he loves you and things will be ok."

We were ahead of the morning traffic and it was a peaceful drive, especially when we got to the open country south of Gilroy. I usually took the back road, avoiding the freeway.

We were almost there when Sharon sat up and looked around. "Pretty, even when it is brown in the fall."

"It shakes. This road is close to the fault."

"Did you mean what you said before?

"Yes. But pretty athletes with your smarts aren't supposed to be settling down when they are juniors. There is a world of possibilities you haven't checked out yet."

"You sound like my mother."

"Have a fling with me. With the others. Beat me up. Win some meets. Get that summa."

"Shit. You are really bad. I give you my body and practically everything else and you send me back to the practice lanes. I hate you."

"I said you could beat me. Just not while the car is moving."

She sat back and pretended to grump. Just as we were pulling into the lab parking lot, she said. "I'm warning you. You said you loved me and everything would be ok. If things go wrong, I'm holding you responsible." She came around the car, growled and punched me. I twirled her in the air and gave her a ferocious kiss.

We had to behave, because Dr. Tilton-Jones came out with a big smile. I introduced Sharon as my girlfriend and he bowed. "My pleasure. Do you have to punch him frequently to keep him in line?

"Yes. These football players with engineering degrees are very hard to control."

I added that she was a varsity swimmer and Sharon blushed. He looked at the tight body and said, "I'm beginning to understand."

The Professor was a hell of a lot nicer to Sharon than he was to me. I got out the two wheeled cart and put the special crate the sensor occupied into it. We hiked almost a half mile to the site of the drill hole where we would lower it into position. Tilton-Jones carried on a constant conversation with Sharon, leaving the hauling to me. When we got to the bore hole, I carefully assembled the triangular rig that fed the sensor and its cable and electrical connections into the hole. We had a done a test with a dummy ten days ago, so I wasn't worried. Actually, I was getting pissed at all the little orders from the Professor as he stood entirely too close to Sharon.

In less than an hour, our precious cargo was a mile underground. Tilton-Jones finally had to march over to the instrument hut and check out the signals. I put an arm around Sharon and muttered, "Twerp."

"Don't be nasty, he is your paycheck."

"Bastard, putting the make on my girl."

She tickled my ribs and said, "I like it when you are territorial."

"I'll bet he doesn't know how to swim."

"Ooh, you are angry."

The professor came back to us. "Looks great, Scott. Now all we need is an earthquake."

I glared as his hand fell on Sharon's shoulder and he wished us a good trip back to Berkeley.

The car was on the highway when she said, "I can feel the heat all the way over here."

"He did everything except invite you into his little hut and lock the door."

"Hey, it's not the first time a guy hit on me. I didn't do even a tiny thing to encourage him."

I kissed up her bare arm and almost drove off the road. "There's a rest stop here somewhere..."

"You are not taking me at a hot dusty rest stop in the middle of nowhere!"

"You know what? I do have feelings for you. Maybe that was a bunch of crap I said about keeping me at bay. Maybe I want to hang on tight and not let go."

"Scott," she said in a very soft voice, "put your seat all the way back." Her sneakers were off and the jeans were sliding to the floor. The body I wanted to get tight with was climbing over the console and into my lap. I used my famous one handed bra release move to relieve her of that article. 

She whispered, "We are pretty tight."

I kissed her and said, "Not tight enough."

"I am not having sex with you like this. The car would crash and it would not be polite for our bodies to be found in an embarrassing position. But maybe this will help." Her lips found mine and her hand slipped into my pants.


Renting a Room Ch. 02



"Stop! It wouldn't be polite to be found with come all over us, either."

I drove for a long time with a warm package against my chest with its eyes closed.

She licked the side of my face and asked, "I don't have to compete with the others?"

"No, of course not. But they expect sharing. Are you ok with that?"

"Now I'm feeling territorial."

"Damn, Sharon, you already told Valerie and Maggie it was all right, and the way the twins looked this morning, that won't be long either." 

Passing traffic was getting a good look at us and Sharon went over the console before there was a wreck.

"What if I get a girl sex credit every time you do one of them?"

I looked at her and grinned. "Absolutely not. My mother warned me about queers."

Her voice was hard. "I'm talking to the others. We are going to get you down and pound some respect for sexual diversity into you."

"Between the drive and the beating, I am going to be sore tonight. Good thing I got the hot tub going."

There were surprises waiting for us in Berkeley. First, a line of bulging contractor bags at the curb. Second, a row of studs where a wall existed a few hours ago. All of the mess cleaned up. Third, four bodies in the hot tub, guzzling beer and smiling.

"Scott, we decided to get the wall ready for the contractor." Valerie held her arm up and pointed to a bicep. "Pry bar practice."

Adrienne said, "Scott, we are so happy. Get in here so we can thank you."

Valerie and Maggie climbed out and Sharon and I sank into the steaming water. A beer was handed to each of us. I reached for her hand but got an entire small body on my chest. I laughed as Sharon told them about her car escapades.

They were incredibly hard from all the running and jumping. After a run of kisses, I said, "I bet you know kick boxing from self defense class."

"Hmm, sister, should we make him practice with us? Might need protection." She explained, "We got in trouble with teacher. After a while, the guys were on their backs on the floor all the time and wouldn't practice with us anymore."

"And I'm supposed to let you destroy me?"

"Scott, you are so big and so strong, it would be fun."

They were both inside my arms and wiggling something fierce. "When do I find out how to tell you apart?"

A foot was poked out of the water. "It is not very exciting. Aimee has a crooked toe. She broke it in a fall."

The toe was not very crooked. "You were expecting different tattoos in secret places?"

I pinched their bottoms and admitted it wasn't really any of my business. Sharon interrupted and gestured to them to come to her. Maggie was hauling on my wet hair, saying, "Get out of there. Too much hot water is bad for your virility." 

She had on a new pair of fashion sweats and looked wonderful. I was pushed down on the sofa so she could lie on me and offer a beer to share.

"I've been exiled from the kitchen. The twins are so excited about the wall disappearing they are making a special dinner. I told them you would help move the balance beam tomorrow."

"What about the basement?"

"Anthony is coming tomorrow. He and his dad run a company that has a lock on old house maintenance in north Berkeley."

"The twins are offering to practice kick boxing with me. I may not survive. You are busy destroyng my job with all these delightful interruptions. Maybe I don't care. That darn Professor Tilton-Jones flirted shamelessly with Sharon today."

Maggie had an armlock on me and was whispering endearments in my ear. Valerie appeared and leapt on us. "I heard you. He will get a swelled head."

"He says we have to find him a good job so he can support us in the style we are so rapidly becoming accustomed to."

I sat up, shedding women. "It isn't a joke. I was only supposed to do this while I figured out what to do next."

One of the twins came in with a tray of munchies, including some puff paste thingies that melted in the mouth. I couldn't see her toes to try to figure out the right name. "What if I call you both Olga?"

She stuck out her tongue and launched onto my chest. The boy shorts were silk and she might as well not have had them on. The top was bare and she rubbed on me. "Sharon said you had a talk with her."

The pixie face leaned back, laughing, and shook her tiny tits. I tried out a dark, come hither look.

She hollered, "Sharon, he is bad!" I kissed a fat nipple and ran my thumb along the crease of her shorts. The eyes widened.

My girlfriend was in the doorway, with an impatient look on her face. "You are interrupting dinner prep. I told them you were big, bold and a great lover. They want you. Soon."

Maggie added, "But not before dinner. No rewards to the chefs until after we eat."

I stood to get more clothes on than my briefs. "Yes, we have to preserve the best eating until last," and dodged out of the room before they could attack.

Maggie and the others had dresses on. The good china and silver had been extricated from their hiding place. Two excellent bottles of chardonnary had been chilled without my knowledge. The twins even had cute little chef hats on. I scrambled around the table seating the gorgeous women and pouring wine.

Maggie presided over the toasts. "First, to our newest tenants and their fantastic culinary skills. Second, to our landlord, who is lovingly attentive to our needs. Third, to all the tenants, who are making this such a fine home again." 

There was a deep sigh and forks plunged into the salmon en croute. The pastry shell was to die for, until you tasted the tender salmon, which caused another swoon. 

I raised my glass, "We must drink to Margaret, the matriarch of this wonderful place, who keeps us in line with just a nudge here and there."

Sharon was seated next to me and had her hand on my thigh. "If you marry me, I'm not sure I can keep up with Maggie's standards."

I leaned over and kissed her cheek. "If we live here, we can find talented tenants with high standards."

She giggled and looked at me. "I'm supposed to tell my folks I am marrying the landlord?"

Maggie overheard us and broke in, "Sharon, we are going to have a proper engagement party right here in the house, and by that time he will have a challenging and respectable job, won't you, Scott?" Her eyes, and those of everyone else at the table, were drilling into me.

"Yes, of course. I can't expect Sharon to marry her landlord. But I am accepting new job ideas."

We were in and around the living room sofa, enjoying meringue fresh out of the oven with vanilla ice cream. Everyone was limp with joy over the dinner. The chefs were over my lap, my fingers gently busy. I whispered, "You can't spoil us like that very often. Bad for our work ethic."

I had Aimee's foot and was trying to find the broken toe. "Stop that. You are turning me on. Sharon will beat both of us."

Sharon in fact crawled to them and began a round of kissyface. Maggie and Valerie poked at them, "Eew, disgusting girl sex." I lay on the floor and closed my eyes. Unknown bodies gathered themselves to me and offered their lips. I kissed back and pulled hair. Someone threw a blanket over us.

I said, "It's too early to sleep. We will be wandering around in the night. Let's talk about plans and calendars."

There were complaints, but we sat up and the coffee which had been ready in the kitchen was served.

I gestured and the twins each straddled a leg and I gathered their backs to me. I whispered, "I'm just a dumb football player. You are the toughest, squirmiest most lovable women I have ever had my arms around." They reached back and pulled my head down for kisses. 

"If it wouldn't get us in so much trouble, we would kidnap you somewhere to be our guardian, protector and lover."

Valerie and Sharon were all over us. "That's right, it would get you in trouble. But, if you want, Maggie and we will bunk somewhere else tonight and you can have him to yourselves."

Maggie slid in behind me and pulled my head way back. "You are so spoiled. Four of the prettiest, smartest girls on the planet and they actually are after you!"

The four prettiest girls and I arranged Maggie on some pillows, with a big duvet cover over us. We took turns kissing and poking and making little humming noises. Grandmother was doing some squirming of her own. "Maggie, you have it wrong. It's not four women after me, it's four women and a a guy after you!"

We laughed and wiggled and got all warm and fell asleep right there.

There was still moonlight shining in the windows when a hand was dragging me out of the pile and pushing me to the stairs. I was guided to the toilet and assisted with pissing into it. Several hands, four in fact, were available to help him grow to hardness. I got to pester one set of tits while the other body peed. Then they traded and pushed me down the hall to my own bed and closed the door.

"We want you. Is that ok? We don't get periods, so you don't have to worry."

"I'm not poaching? I would be so hot for you if I was still in school."

"Don't get a big head, but until we got here and saw how sex with you makes everything else better, we thought school and gymnastics were all we needed in the world."

They were wiggling around so much, I thought I was in a coed calisthenics session. One of their boobs was hardly half one of my cupped handfuls, but my tongue on the ends of them produced wonderful moans. My hand was grabbed and thrust in a crotch. "Check us out. Are you going to fit?"

My finger went exploring as I said, "I'm not first, am I?"

Giggles. "No, we got taken, at the same time, at summer camp two years ago. We told mom we were not going to Berkeley as virgins. And we didn't!" More giggles.

My fingers were having a ball. Showing no favoritism, I had two fingers of each hand in each twin. My thumbs were busy on two clits.

"Oh, you are bad. We might come just from this."

I kissed them with a lot of tongue, and nipped at their tits and they did, with moans and sighs.

"Please, put this big cock in us. We want what you gave the others." I was being vigorously stroked and squeezed and told them, "There is going to be a big mess if you don't stop that. Who is first?"

"The oldest."

"I can't even tell you apart in the dark, how do I know that?"

"You don't. We will fight over you and tell lies."

I solved the problem by arranging them face to face vertically and letting my cock find its way to the top body. It took a while to worm its way in. The body made a whole lot of little breathy noises and pleas for more. The one underneath was having a fit, so I shifted locations. "Oh, sis, he is so bad. Scott, don't you dare stop."

Once they juiced on me, things warmed up. The athlete bodies were in total motion. They both had orgasms, but I could tell the sexual energy in the deprived women was just getting started. It wasn't long before they had me ready to blow, but I made a great effort to hold back and began slapping the hard rears under me. This produced real heat and noise and muffled screams as they came again. I fell back, laughing and telling them they were the best fucks in town. 

The door opened and a voice said, "Are you all right? Those screams were loud." Three bodies joined us on the bed.

"We are terrific, but he was so busy, he hasn't come."

Maggie said, "Girls, we are in the right place. I just love dark of the night blowjobs."

I tried to scramble away but there was no escaping five determined women. They made me lie quietly while they took turns. Each mouth and tongue and lips was different. I wasn't used to being the attackee. The ones that weren't on cock duty took possession of various parts of me. My noises grew louder and ended with a great shout, "Yes."

There was come everywhere. My breath was coming in great heaves. "That was exceedingly bad."

"We know. Hold still while we wipe up the mess and get a taste of you."

Maggie lay by my side and whispered, "Grandson, that was the most fun I've ever had with a big cock." The others heard her and giggled.

I said, "Granny, we can't have any more lodgers. They would turn us in. We will have to settle for the four deviants we have here in bed with us."

Maggie said, "I hope that was a compliment or you will suffer."

I asked, "Where is my woman?"

A body was crawling into my arms. "Right here."

I grabbed a boob, kissed her neck and went back to sleep.

The sun was in the room. I was being licked. They were all naked. And smiling.

"Your deviants are here with your breakfast." Giggles. Each of them got a kiss and a pinch on my way to the bathroom. When I returned, they were lined up against the headboard, the sheet well below their boobs, still smiling at me. Sharon had a tight space next to her and held the sheet open.

I listened to the chatter of four beauties with incredibly complicated calendars and thought about my part time job gophering for Tilton-Jones. Other than hitting on my girl, he was a respected scientist, and would probably sponsor me in the Geology Department's PhD program and help find fellowship money. 

Sharon handed me another croissant and asked, "What are you so serious about?"

I leaned down and licked her pink breast. "Need a job. Can't marry you without a decent job."

She straddled my thighs and kissed me hard and sniffled into my chest.

Valerie asked, "What's with the sniffles?"

She looked up, all teary, "He says he has to get a decent job so he can marry me..."

I wrapped my arms tight around her as the others made sympathetic noises. Valerie got up and started looking for underwear. "We will help. Tonight after school, we will decide what he should do..." She gave me a totally impish look. I scowled. Maggie kneeled at my side and pulled hair. "Yes, we have all this superior female intelligence right here..."

Cont'd in Part 3 - The Inspector Comes Calling and It's a She.



Renting a Room Ch. 03



After the emotional breakfast over my employment status, bodies got dressed and filtered out of the house. The twins said they had wrangled use of an aged but usable practice beam from the collection at their gym. They might be able to get a friend to deliver it today.

I put in an appearance at the lab, but there was nothing going on, and I was thinking maybe life had a better hand to deal me than being a earthquake geology research assistant. When I called, Maggie answered and said to come home immediately for lunch. 

She closed the front door behind me and leapt into my arms aggressively. Her tongue attacked my lips and she wiggled provocatively. "Scott, I am having so much fun with you and the girls. My body is misbehaving terribly. Just being near you makes me wet and horny. Will you fix me up before lunch?"

As we moved up the stairs, she had me in complete liplock, shaking and moaning. My fingers clasped underneath her discovered bare fur. "Maggie, you total slut. What if the tenants found you going around without any panties?"

As I put her down in the bedroom, she whispered, "They suggested it. Told me I would get a lot more sex if you knew I was naked under my skirt." She dropped the skirt and pulled the tee shirt over her head. Very naked grandmother with fantastic body. Turning her head halfway to me with come hither look.

I couldn't take it. In a flash, she was across my knees. "No, no. Stop, that hurts."

She was still trying to say something when I buried myself and said, "Shut up and fuck."

After ten strokes, we were both panting and she gasped, "Scott, this is so nice. Please slow down."

I flipped us over and massaged the tender globes before moving to her stiff nipples. "Oh yes, more. I'm coming..."

For long minutes, we lay there, enjoying each other. She kept kissing me, and every time I drove my big shaft up into the dripping cunt, she had a little climax. Suddenly, Sharon was in the doorway. "I might have known. Somebody let rabbits loose in the house."

Maggie and I laughed and she slipped back, letting my cock pop up in the air. "Sharon dear, I invited him home for lunch. He needs counseling. You had better give him some TLC before we eat."

"I notice your rear is very pink, Maggie. Did you do something to provoke him? Should I be worried?"

She leaned to kiss me and got pulled down flat. "Maggie was very bad, but you must be punished too for telling her to go around without underwear." Quickly, her bare ass was across my thighs, with both hands raining down. She took it with a smile until I didn't stop with just ten. At twenty, I got a dirty look and a shouted, "Enough!" At thirty, she moaned and collapsed.

Maggie was looking unhappy, but I placed Sharon on her knees and drove hard into a dripping pussy. "Oh no, you can't!"

I whispered in her ear, "Sharon, don't give me this dom stuff. You are a born submissive, and want pain with your pleasure, don't you?"

Those were the magic words. Seconds later, she was howling her orgasm, and collapsing a second time. I covered her and applied a tender kiss to her closed eyes.

I sluiced in the shower and went to help with lunch. Maggie hip checked me and said, "You are truly bad. How did you know she needed that?"

A voice from across the room said, "When he talks marriage, all the secrets seem to ooze out of you. If it is the right guy, you end up inside each other, and not just the way you think. He has totally wrecked me for school." 

Now both of them were hip to hip with me. "See here, Scott," Maggie hissed at me while yanking hard on my earlobe, "this woman is in love with you and I want the very best behavior. No excuses."

Sharon licked me and said, "Maggie, he has been very nice, except maybe for beating my ass too hard. But I think he suspected it would turn me on."

Maggie tried to give me an innocent look, but I reached out and pinched her impudent nipple.

"Sharon, Maggie has regressed and cannot be trusted." 

She was about to respond when the door bell rang. Maggie gestured for me to answer it, even though I had just shorts on. She and Sharon looked around for shirts to cover themselves.

There was a tall, dark haired woman in the doorway. "Are you Scott Anderson?" I nodded, and she said, "I am Melody Jones, from the city department of Tenant Safety, and I'm here for your first annual inspection. You just registered last month, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did, but I don't remember much about inspections. Why don't you come in."

She smiled and gave a little laugh. "That is the reaction I get ninety percent of the time."

She followed me to the kitchen. Tallish, blond hair, tailored slacks and work sneakers. A jacket with photo badge attached to pocket. A cautious smile. I introduced Maggie and Sharon. Maggie said, "Please have a seat. We are just making sandwiches for lunch, will you join us?"

Melody looked at me and I mouthed, "Please." She sat on a stool and put down a leather folder thick with papers.

I said, "Melody is from the city and is here to inspect for tenant safety." Maggie and Sharon smiled, "Melody, he is big and tough. We couldn't have a safer house to live in."

Melody eyed my bulk appreciatively and said, "Yes, I can see that. Actually, I have a checklist to go over with him."

Sharon said, "Here, let me help. The two of you work on your sandwiches and I will read the questions."

She read out, "Section 1 - General Condition of Premises. Check for evidence of rodent and insect infestations, dangerous use of pesticides indoors, damp mold, termites, human waste, disintegration of furniture, illegal drugs and drug paraphernalia, et cetera."

I answered, "Wow, that is an ugly list. You find that in student rental premises?"

"Yeah. I even found a dead rat in a closet once. Pretty gross."

"I hope you get paid enough to do this."

"I'm trying to save for grad school. Your place is a palace compared to the average rental. Do you have an opening?"

I gulped and looked at Maggie, who stared back at me. Her look suggested we needed to check out Melody further. I said to Melody, "You better go through the rest of the check and ask that again."

She walked through the first floor and started up the stairs. "Sharon, read him the next section."

"Section 2 - Fire Safety Protection. Check for overcrowding, especially in bedrooms. Occupancy limits to be strictly enforced. All bedrooms and between floor stairs and hallways to have smoke and CO2 alarms. Bedrooms more than one floor above outside grade level must have fire escapes or ladders."

Melody was impressed by the work in progress to provide a tenant athletic facility in the front rooms. She thought the third floor bedroom was very nice. "This is incredibly romantic. There are even teddy bears." She looked at Sharon. "I broke up last week and had to cry myself to sleep with Teddy." Maggie and Sharon sat next to her on the bed and made comforting noises. My stomach was beginning to churn.

Melody took her clipboard from Sharon. "I am required to do some calculations about occupancy." She looked at them, "Is it ok if I ask him to do some measurements while we do the calculations up here? This is such a nice room with the sun coming in."

They looked at her and then at me. "Scott, there is a tape measure in the kitchen drawer."

Then at her, "What rooms do you need measured?"

She smiled over at me standing in the doorway and avoiding the low ceiling. "Scott, I have to write down the square footage of all bedrooms, and how many persons are sleeping in them. No gender or personal information, just how many. The limit is one person per 100 square feet of bedroom. And a bathroom has to be available within thirty feet." The dark eyes with a hint of vulnerability were drawing me in. 

"Yes, of course, I'll get right to it."

In ten minutes, I came back with a slip of paper and my dimension scribbles. The three of them were very comfortable and talking about men, not her inspection.

Melody pulled out her hand calculator and got to work. "Gee, you are well within the limit. If you bought more beds, there could be four more tenants." Her head was leaning on Maggie's shoulder, but jerked up.

"Sorry, it's been a long day and I have three more places to go."

Maggie and Sharon stood so they could gently lay Melody down and pull up the comforter. One of the teddys appeared next to her head. "Melody, you have a little nap here in the sun. We'll wake you up in time to finish your assignments for today."

Maggie put her finger to her lips and pointed me down the stairs. On the living room sofa, they sat on my chest and were very direct. "She is nice, she has a job, and she needs to save for school."

I stared back at them, realizing there was no comeback. "Maggie, I thought you said you were going to protect me from pussywhipping?" My hands were up under the tee, tickling as hard as I could. She twisted away and I grabbed Sharon for a fierce kiss. "My god, Scott, another incredible body for you to ravish."

I sat up and bent her over my lap. "I can give you another treatment like you got before lunch."

She turned over and tangled her fingers in my hair. "Maggie, we have to stop teasing. He'll have a breakdown." I stood us up and kissed her. "I have to get busy in the basement. You two are in charge of arrangements."

An hour later, I was black all over when Melody came down the stairs. Her white slacks were bright in the dusty gloom. "Hi, thank you so much for inviting me to stay. I'll try to be a good tenant. Come over here a minute but don't touch me with those hands."

Her lips and tongue were busy on mine. It wasn't an inspector's goodbye. 

"They've invited me to come for dinner to meet the others. See you later." The snug pants on the tight rear bobbed up the stairs.

The dirt in the basement enhanced my black mood. How was a guy supposed to get serious about a job and his future surrounded by nothing but seductive, world class pussy? I kicked the trash can a few times for good measure. The cellar door opened and an anxious face peered down at me. "Everything ok?"

I kicked the can again and said, politely, "You need to keep that door closed until I am finished. Please go around and open the outside door and bring a bucket of hot soapy water and brushes."

My mood and the basement were a good match for each other. By five, decades of grit had been hauled out, and my new shop light illuminated a space you could work in. The story with me was a little different. Sharon and Maggie stood on the back steps and said, "You aren't fit for human consumption, and we have a guest for dinner. Those clothes are finished. In the trash with them."

Sharon stripped to her undies and came down the steps with a fresh soapy bucket and a sponge. Every so often, Maggie used her nozzle to spray me with cold rinse water. Progress was being made. They said, "You are almost ready for the hot tub."

"Do I get any company in there?"

"You've been such a good boy, you can have as many as you want."

The tub was as hot as I could stand. A cold beer helped. One by one, the returning women checked me out and decided, with a guest for dinner, not to get all wet and sweaty.

My eyes were closed when I heard a voice saying, "You didn't tell me about the hot tub. That requires a special inspection."

I opened one eye. There was Melody in an after work tee and shorts. She looked different. Not like an inspector. More like a movie star. Her hair was pinned up and she had makeup on. Eye shadow on the dark eyes worked wonders.

"Oh my, I didn't expect to find the tub occupied during my inspection. Since we don't have much time, I guess I will just go ahead anyway."

Both eyes were definitely open as she skinned completely out of clothes and underwear and slipped in next to me.

She kissed my cheek and said, "They are right, Scott, you do take up a lot of space. I'm going to have to sit in your lap."

She submerged so her boobs were underwater and my hands could be dragged to caress them. I whispered in her ear, "Are there any detailed instructions for this inspection?"

She was wiggling her butt on my erection when the twins showed up and chorused, "Melody! What are you doing in there with Scott?"

She rose up. "You didn't tell me the Poitier twins were your tenants!" Both hands on my ears were pulling lips to hers.

She twisted around and laughed at them. "I inspected your landlord today. He passed!"

Adrienne said, "We heard you were working for the city. Do you just go around looking for hunky football players?"

She frowned, "Be serious. I do rooming house inspections. I'm trying to save everything I make for grad school."

I got us out of the tub and wrapped Melody in a big towel. "I know it looks suspicious, but I did not put the make on her."

She dropped her towel and climbed into my arms. "Scott, darling, please take me to that wonderful bedroom on the third floor. We need to talk." Loud girlish laughter followed as I marched up the stairs, paddling her rear. 

She lay back on Valerie's bed, naked, and giving me a sexy look. "You surely are a hunk. A nice hunk. Will I get in trouble if I ask for sex right now?"

Valerie was right behind me. "Yes, definitely. That's my bed. But you are so hot, there won't be any peace until you've had that great hard thing in you. Go ahead. Dinner in forty-five minutes." She closed the door quietly.

Melody said softly, "Come here and sit."

She got on her knees behind me and pressed her warm tits into my back. Her fingers were busy in my hair. "Scott, we don't have to do anything. I'm a terrible flirt sometimes, and everything about you and your grandmother and the tenants and my living here just set me off."

I worked her around to my front and straddled her legs across mine. "I'm engaged to Sharon, but she says I can be shared. She and Maggie told me after lunch they were going to invite you, so it must be ok to get it on. That hard thing under you is throbbing something fierce."

"Just hang on to me for a minute. Ok? I can't believe I'm in this great place with a wonderful guy and can have some loving if I want. Is that true?" 

"Yes. But your other roommates are kinky and like to have sex in front of an audience. We could christen your new bed when it comes..."

"It's already here. The truck was outside when I arrived. Needs a strong back to get it up to the third floor." She giggled, "And a strong cock to christen it!"

She stood on the towel and asked me to apply lotion. "How come you have a jock body like the others? This is turning into an athlete house."

"I did rhythmic gymnastics in school. That's how I know the twins."

She pulled my head up. "I haven't even had a chance to ask you how much the rent is. Is this what you do, seduce new tenants and tell them about the exorbitant rent later?"

I swatted her behind and said, "Maggie is still controlling the rent. Ask her nicely."

She leaned over, showing me all her charms, and extracted some frilly undies from a duffel. "Those are beautiful, but around the house, if the women wear anything, it's usually their workout shorts. Tonight, I think they will have dresses on in your honor."

"Scott! I don't have a dress with me!"

"I'll send Valerie up, you are about the same size."

I went to my room after finding Valerie, to discover Sharon and the twins trying to muscle the balance beam up the stairs. "Good grief, you were supposed to get me to do that."

"We were told you were otherwise occupied." Their looks were stern. 

"Really, Scott, she hasn't been in the house a day and you are doing her?"

"We had a talk, and we didn't have sex. You will have to ask her for details." I grabbed the beam in the middle and told them to guide the ends. Soon it was in place, splitting the distance between two 2x4's. The twins were on it instantly, all smiles and bare feet.

"No wonder you have busted toes."

They stuck out their tongues and said, "Occupational hazard."

Dinner was full of chatter and laughs. Melody was folded right in. She looked a little dazed, especially when Aimee asked her mischievously why she hadn't struck while the iron was hot.

She looked at me for help and I shrugged. "Melody, I've never been around a bunch of women who are so direct about what they want. I guess you will have to get used to it."

It was a little after ten and the twins were in my bed, talking about the front room, when a face appeared at the door. "May I come in?"

They waved her over. "We are just talking to him about the front room project." The naked bodies were draped any old way over me. They removed Melody's tee shirt and positioned her across my stomach. Aimee had been squeezing my equipment but she replaced her hand with Melody's. "You use this to keep him under control." They giggled.

I leaned her over against my chest and provided a pillow. She reached a hand to Adrienne, "This is very nice. I didn't mean to interrupt."

"It's ok. He let's us climb in with him whenever we want. Sometimes we have sex, sometimes we don't. He is a very good cuddle. We are the smallest, so we call him Papa Bear."

She giggled and asked, "What about Teddy?"

Aimee reached under the bed and threw Teddy at Melody's head. I pushed her face in the pillow and tickled her.

She turned on her back, looking at the three of us. "This is so wild. It isn't just a dream, is it?"

The twins crawled up and kissed her. "That's what we thought the first night we were here."

I turned out the light and four bodies went to sleep. 

In the morning, the twins were gone, but Melody was still nestled in my arms. She pushed up and kissed me softly. "I was supposed to have sex with you last night. I told Valerie I didn't want to wait, and she said to just crawl into your bed."

"But you were tired and nervous about the twins being right there and just fell asleep." I squeezed her boob gently. She said, "That's the second time we didn't do it. You must be starting to wonder."

"I am enjoying the anticipation. It is not often a guy gets a beautiful naked woman in his bed, thinking sex."

The twins and Maggie arrived with a tray. "We heard that. He can be tender at times. Makes you want him more."

Sharon walked in and Melody tried to move away from me. She waved at her, "Stay where you are. We all get our bear fixes when we can."

"But..."

"Yes, I am going to marry him in spite of everything. Watch out if another guy ever hits on you, he is VERY territorial."

I kissed the back of Melody's neck and said, "She is bossy."

Her hands had my ears again, bringing my lips to hers. "I'm supposed to leap up, throw on clothes, and just go to work?"

They all laughed as my fingers continued to pester her front.

I leaned us back, sipping my coffee. "So, Melody, do you think you can survive at Maggie's flophouse? Has she told you the extortionate rent yet?"

My grandmother made very nasty threatening gestures. "Don't pay any attention to him, Melody. So far there isn't any rent, just chores and food and booze."

The fingers were still in my hair. "How can that be? Isn't there a mortgage?"

Maggie smiled and shook her head. "His grandfather and I paid that off a long time ago. We decided to make a gift so he could enjoy it now. We have a very nice retirement place in Oregon."

Valerie said, "But there has to be a fund for all the projects. The tenants need to talk about that."

Sharon added, "There is also the problem of finding him a decent job. We were supposed to talk about that last night, but this pest Melody diverted us." 

"Yes, pest." Hands were dragging her away to the shower, giggling and screaming.

Maggie scrunched herself in next to me and turned her lips up for a kiss.

"Another winner, grandson."

"It's your fault, Maggie, you've brought some kind of magic with you."




Renting a Room Ch. 03



(cont'd in Part 4 - A Call from Washington)



Renting a Room Ch. 04



 Ch. 4 A Call from Washington 

The next several days were busy at the lab and at the house, where Arthur and his crew were demolishing and replacing seventy-five year old utilities at a great rate. It turned out that Arthur also could deal with the wall problem, when they discovered it was not load bearing, and a deftly inserted glulam beam easily carried the ceiling sheetrock.

Aimee and Adrienne were in their element, supervising the cleaning and painting of the large room that had been created. One of Arthur's electricians was from a French family, and excited conversation from upstairs, all in French, caused much laughter in the kitchen.

Maggie put on her professor persona and instructed the tenants that their tenancy depended on getting good grades. "I am a former department chairwoman, and there would be a giant fuss if any of you stopped getting A's." I was lucky enough to be sitting in the living room recliner when five pairs of hands seized her to the carpet and attacked.

"You are treating us like we were still in high school. We are five against one and we won't allow it."

I realized Maggie had planned for the floor play. There wasn't a one of them that wasn't booking every night. I strode to the middle of the scrum, hoisted grandma to my shoulder and said, "Let's take this to the big bed."

Soon, it was pillows and bodies stripped to underwear and caterpillar behavior under the duvets. The twins sat on my chest and asked, "What is the problem with you and Melody?"

I bucked them off and pulled the long, lean Melody body across my lap. In a loud whisper, I said, "You and I are in trouble with the others. They are worried something is wrong."

I leaned against the headboard, with my hands under her bra. 

Her voice was sultry. "He said he was anticipating sex with me. How long does that mean I have to wait?"

She nestled her head in my shoulder and turned to poke her tongue at me. I delivered a long, wet kiss.

Sharon said, "Maybe we should leave them to it," and started to get up.

Melody sat between my legs and said, "No, stay. He isn't going to do me tonight either."

There were disbelieving looks. I took my hands away and gently kissed her neck. She reached back and pulled my hair as hard as she could.

"I have decided I am not just a cheap lay. Maggie says new tenants get a new dress, so he is required to take me on a dressy date before there is any sex."

Everyone looked at the fantastic package so close to me and waited for a reaction. Melody didn't give them a chance. "I have also decided that chaperones are needed to protect me. Five chaperones, in fact."

A great roar went up, followed by cheers and clapping. I pushed her down on her side and gathered her to my front, kissing wherever I could.

She whispered in my ear, "So I'm not in trouble?"

"Terrible trouble." I tickled with both hands. She screamed and scrambled to the safety of the other women.

The twins chimed in. "This is good. The big order of pads and equipment is coming Saturday. If we work hard all day, the new room will be ready and we can celebrate with Melody's special date."

I crawled around, kissing and caressing and being handled. I grabbed Maggie last and pulled her close. "I don't have any more money than last time."

She giggled and laughed. "Why am I not surprised? This business of children moving back in is ruining me."

That brought another round of hilarity. Sharon and Valerie disappeared and returned a while later with hot chocolate. The atmosphere was as warm as the chocolate when the phone rang.

Sharon answered and listened. When she spoke, the voice was wicked, "Why Henry, it is so good to hear your voice. You are not interrupting, he is right here."

My girlfriend using first names with my professor? Good grief.

"Hello, you are calling to tell me the sensor died?"

"Scott, it's nothing like that. In fact, it is good news. Do you remember that grant application we all worked on last spring? There was a phone call this afternoon from Washington. They not only want to fund it, they want us to become the western center for seismic warning and put up a prototype network. Ten million over three years, and essentially a guaranteed renewal. We urgently need to discuss how to get organized to handle the windfall. Can you possibly come in at eight tomorrow? The Chair and the Dean are both going to be there."

"Oh, wow. Of course. This is incredible news."

"There's something else, I need to talk to Sharon for a moment."

I handed the phone to her, "He needs to talk to you." My scowl was deep.

For the next minute, all she said was, "Yes," or "I understand." Finally, "Thank you so much, I'll tell him."

She fell over, her face in a pillow, her body shaking with laughter. "Oh my god, you will never believe this!"

She turned over, still shaking. The pale yellow bikini briefs hid very little. The bra was skimpy and her nipples pushed out the thin fabric. She glanced around at everyone's faces, tense with curiosity. I was torn between jumping her and hearing the story.

"He spent the first part of that telling me what a fantastic woman I was. Then he said Scott was the smartest, most capable assistant he has ever had, and he hopes you will take the challenging job they are going to offer you in the morning. Finally, he apologized for flirting, and said he realized afterwards Scott was so in love with me that flirting was a bad idea and he wouldn't do it again."

Valerie said, "Can you believe it? Do you suppose this is the job Scott needs?"

Sharon, with a gleam in her eye, straddled my legs and said, "Lover, maybe you can afford me after all." She collapsed straight out and I held her tight. The others sighed.

This time, everyone did leave. Sharon was sniffling into my shoulder. "You big brute. Good things keep happening to us. Your horny professor even said he would behave."

I turned out the light and pulled the cover up. "I shouldn't tell you this, but I would have been amazed if he didn't put a move on you. You show up with that swimmer's body and start talking earthquakes with him. How could he resist?"

My thumb rubbed her front and she licked my ear. "You mean I'm just a little desirable?"

"Hmmm. He said you were a fantastic woman?"

"Yes, he did. So I am somewhere between desirable and fantastic?"

We wrestled back and forth, laughing. "We can't just go to sleep in here. I'm all wound up and can smell myself. You can have me in the shower if you want."

We soaped each other and she fondled my limp item. "You are thinking about tomorrow, aren't you?"

"How could I not? What do you suppose they have in mind?"

"Maybe you don't want to hear this, but your professor is awfully smart. I'll bet you will like their idea."

I realized at that moment how many careers are advanced by women like Sharon. Not even twenty-one and ready to cover my back. I didn't deserve her, but I'd gladly accept her love and support. We got our robes on and wandered around, checking in with the others. We sat next to Maggie, who was in Sharon's bed. She kissed my cheek and said, "Grandson, we just raised the energy level another notch tonight. I suppose we can't celebrate until we know more?"

I kissed her back, "Tomorrow can't come soon enough."

Next, we checked on Valerie and Melody. They were in bed together and Melody said, "Damn, we've been caught."

I ran my hand under the cover and pinched two luscious bare behinds. "Sharon, what are we going to do about the kinky things happening on the third floor?"

"We'd better not do anything, or Melody will have the tenant rights people from City Hall on us."

Melody ducked under the cover and giggled. Valerie rolled on her and wiggled. "God, this one is so much fun. And she hasn't even fucked the landlord yet!"

Valerie gave me a look and said, "She keeps asking me what sex with you is like."

Sharon poked her and asked, "What did you say?"

"That's classified information." She batted her eyes at us.

We left the third floor before things got any hotter.

The twins were tangled in a single lump of muscular arms and legs. Aimee said, "Sharon, that was so exciting in there. How are you going to get any sleep? Even we are excited."

I gathered them both in my arms and kissed here and there. "It also must be exciting to have your workout and practice room nearly complete?"

"Yes, yes." They leapt up and bounced on the bed, falling all over Sharon. "He's going to have a job and you are going to get married! And we get to practice right here! There is excitement everywhere in this house!"

The three of them rolled around, laughing and kissing. Finally, I grabbed Sharon out of the pile and said, "We have to leave or they will be up all night."

We did our teeth and crawled into bed. No pajamas. "I guess I'm stuck with you for tonight?"

"And a whole lot of nights after that."

"Hmmm. Wake me when the excitement is over."

 * * *

We were in the Geology Department conference room a little after eight. Not everyone was wide awake at that hour, but Professor Tilton-Jones plunged right in. "Scott, this is one of those 'Be careful what you wish for' moments. We asked for support to develop the next generation of sensor, and we get a federal research initiative to do something about improving earthquake warning. There is a letter coming, but the award will require us to install and support a dozen sensors of a new design linked with a real time network, and software that will detect patterns of tremors that precede a serious earthquake. We need a project director yesterday. Someone with technical understanding of earthquakes, and the ability to organize and lead the project staff."

He looked down the table, "The Chair and I met with the Dean yesterday to canvass the faculty and staff for candidates. The qualified junior faculty are all on tenure track and can't afford to be diverted into the project right now. The older faculty who might be interested are not up to date on the technology. We realize that taking this on for several years involves choices in your life but wanted to make you a proposition. In return for a commitment to do this for three years, the department will grant you guaranteed admission to the PhD program at any time in the next five years."

I squirmed as three sets of eyes gazed at me. Partly to give me a moment to think, I said, "Will I have administrative support?"

Henry said, "Yes. There will be lots of paperwork and spreadsheets. We will create a position and you may fill it."

I answered them, "Is it possible for me to give you an answer tomorrow? I realize Washington is always in a hurry when they make up their mind, but twenty-four hours ought to be allowed?

Henry looked at the Chair and the Dean and said, "Of course. Call me in the morning."

He added, "Scott, you are right for this assignment. We didn't spend a lot of time looking at others. And, by the way, the project executive position carries a salary of one hundred fifty thousand."

I had taken the campus transit bus to the meeting, but decided to walk back. Not very long ago, Scott could have made this decision all by himself. Now, he had complications. A girlfriend who was still in school. A grandmother who gave him a house and liked his bed. The world's best group of smart, sexy tenants.

I walked in the kitchen, thoughts swirling. Maggie was there, making a cake. She looked up and smiled, "They romanced you, didn't they? Said you were the very best candidate. Put goodies on the table." She poured me a cup of coffee and said, "Sit and tell me. I used to recruit for the Modern Languages department."

"You're right, it is a very attractive offer. They've thrown in a guarantee of admission to the PhD program. The salary is one fifty."

She came around the counter and hugged me. "That's my smart grandson."

"Who is the cake for?"

"You. We are celebrating tonight, regardless of which choice you make."

She went on, "Scott, let's analyze the downside. The upside signals are good, but there is always a downside. This will lock you in to a demanding job for several years. Is it something you want to do? What if the project goes seriously wrong and your career is damaged? Can you survive federal research politics?"

I hoisted her into my lap and kissed her cheek. "Nothing is for certain, is it? Every step on the ladder has consequences."

She kissed me on the lips and whispered. "We all have faith in you. The brilliant, tough young guy in our lives."

"Yes, and I've got the smart, tough mature woman in my arms that will keep me out of trouble!"

Maggie was back to work on the cake when Sharon returned from grocery shopping. She saw Maggie's twinkling eyes and said, "So, it wasn't a disaster?" She wrapped herself around my back and hugged.

"Maggie was just giving me the benefit of her wisdom about upsides and downsides of offers."

"Are you going to accept?"

"Not until you tell me it is ok."

I pulled her around my front and she said, "You bum, you are making me cry."

Maggie said, "Go in the living room and talk. I will come in when the cake is ready for the oven."

I described the offer and Sharon said, "We could still live here, couldn't we?"

We kissed and I joked, "I thought your parents wouldn't let you marry the landlord?"

She whispered, "They will be so impressed that I am engaged to a research project director."

Her eyes were soft and wet. "We are engaged, aren't we? You can afford to get me a ring?"

Maggie walked in and said, "I told you there would be a ring one day soon."

"But Maggie, this is so sudden. One day we are laughing about finding him a job, and the next he has one!"

Sharon was laid out across our laps, a big smile plastered to her face. Maggie worked on her bare feet, and I applied quick little kisses.

"While we are here, I would like your advice about something. Valerie still has to choose a major. It's strange, because she is so organized about other things. What if I hire her half time as the project administrator, and the other half is in the undergraduate program at the business school?"

Sharon said, "That is a fabulous idea. She could keep living here too." 

After a long kiss, I said, "Will you cut class if I take you ring shopping this afternoon?"

She jumped into my arms, "Heaven's no. Maggie said we must be serious students."

Grandmother scooted over and got kisses too. "You are excused, if you promise to bring home champagne as well."

Maggie took me to one side before we left and said, "Do not skimp on the ring. I will advance what you need. Find a one or two caret stone and do it right."

Walking to the car, Sharon asked, "Do we know where we are shopping?"

"Don't girls have this all planned out in advance?"

At seven that evening, with everyone in dresses and heels, Maggie poured champagne and said, "All right, Scott, do your thing."

I got down on my knee in front of Sharon, who was giving me a teary smile, and asked, "Sharon, will you marry me?"

"Yes, I will. I certainly will." 

In the background of a long, tender kiss was clapping and cheering.

I opened the little deep blue box and carefully placed the sparkling ring on her finger. Lots more noise in the background to go with another kiss.

 * * *

Early the next morning, after a very loving night with Sharon, I climbed quietly to the third floor with fresh coffee. They were still sound asleep. I sat on the floor next to the bed and waited for the coffee aroma to work. One of the bodies moved, and then the other. A head poked up, with hair in her eyes. I stared intently.

"What's going on, what's wrong?"

I offered a cup of coffee. Melody sat up, eyes squinting. A shaft of sun from the window lay across her rosy breasts. She caught me gazing at them and said, "He has a bad look, but is offering coffee."

Valerie peeked around her bedmate. The pile of gorgeous hair, completely tangled, was affecting me. "Definitely trouble. He is trying to soften us up."

They sat on the edge of the bed, eyes curious. "Are you just here to look at naked girls?"

"I could sit here and look at you for a long time."

"Aren't you supposed to be at school, learning about your new job?"

"I am here with news for both of you. First, and this is from Sharon for Melody. She says just because I am now engaged to her doesn't mean the two of us aren't supposed to have sex some time soon."

I watched the blush spread and the nipples stiffen. She slid off the bed into my arms and whispered so Valerie could hear, "She got me off last night telling me how glorious your cock is. We can still have that date I asked for? Sharon won't be mad?"

I knew she could feel me through my shorts. I thumbed her tits and whispered back, "Let's try for tonight. If I don't get crossed up at the department, I'll make a reservation. You better head out yourself. Let me talk to Valerie."

Valerie looked down at me with a half smile. "We are going to talk, with me naked and sitting up here?"

"It feeds your feminist streak, doesn't it?"

"Don't remind me. Get up here and let me lie in your arms. This must be bad news. I'm being thrown out?"

I was against the wall and she did her cuddle thing. "That's a beautiful ring you got Sharon. Am I ever going to find a guy to give me one of those?"

I kissed her head and said, "I'm here to talk about that, sort of. You know this undeclared major business?"

"Yes. It is still a problem. Lying in your arms thinking about loving and sex isn't helping."

"I think I might have a solution. You are the most organized of all the women. You think ahead. What if I hired you half time to be my assistant on the project, and helped you declare an undergraduate major in the business school?"

She froze in my arms, then leapt to the floor, screaming loudly, "Really?"

I nodded and she danced around the room. "OMG, OMG," and dashed downstairs.

I could hear more screaming from the kitchen as Melody came from the shower, drying her hair and pushing me down. She pressed her breast to my mouth and asked, "What did you do to the poor woman?"

I gave the tip of it several licks and stood. "I think she likes the idea of working for me and getting a degree in business at the same time."

Her tongue explored my mouth. "You sure give good career advice. Maybe we need to talk about me on that date." She reached down and found him hard. "God, I'm going to be wet all day wanting you."

I laughed and stepped away. "I'm not done appreciating you. Look at the body, standing here fresh from the shower. Sunlight and shadow and tight curves." I rubbed and pinched her bottom. 

She leaned down and glanced back. "What about a quickie?"

I swatted her rump hard and ran out.

 * * *

Henry was at Parkfield today, but Emily, the long time department secretary, intercepted me, saying that she was responsible for finding out what I had decided.

I smiled mysteriously and asked if I could buy her a latte. She poked her finger at my chest and said, "Scott Anderson, I'll be happy to have a latte with you down on the terrace. But just because you are a muscle bound football player, I don't want to see any shenanigans. I know your grandmother, and will report you." Her smile was wide.

We sat in the warm morning sun and I asked, "Have you survived the beginning of term crunch?"

She looked at me suspiciously. "Since when is a macho research assistant worried about the oppressed department secretary?"

"I need advice. Maggie sends her regards and says you know everything about research grants. I need to know whether I should take this new project director job."

Her eyes widened and she took a long sip of her drink. "I'll be damned, someone asking my advice." She looked at me for a minute, and said, "Nothing is certain, but this new project is exciting. There will be oodles of publicity. If you don't screw it up, and you get that doctorate, you could be an instant tenured Associate Professor in any of the best departments."




Renting a Room Ch. 04



I took a sip of my own latte, "If I don't screw it up?"

"Aye, every opportunity on this one is a way to get canned!" She smiled and laughed quietly.

"I used to sit through a lot of motivational speeches on the football team. You know, 'the challenges are great, but the rewards are greater.' " 

She picked my hand off the table and squeezed it. "Yes, the rewards are great. You should accept."

"Emily, I got engaged last night. Seemed the right thing to do."

Her eyes were hard, "You already knew you were going to accept before you asked me for advice?"

"No, I did want to know what you think. The Department's offer moved me off the dime with Sharon. Henry and the Chair are going to get two for the price of one. Lowers the risks of failure."

She smiled again, "Good. When you are ready, I have an old timer's tutorial on navigating academic research politics for you."

"There is one other thing you can help with. Yesterday, they said I could hire an administrative assistant. I have someone in mind. She is smart as can be and still a junior. I might need some help dodging the HR hiring minefield. The appointment will be for half time."

She stood and said, "Come back to the office with me. There are forms you and she have to fill out. We won't have hiring authority for several weeks, but everything will be backdated."

She added, "Go do something nice for your girl and come back tomorrow. We can start on the paperwork. They are going to want a revised project plan right away. It would be nice if you bring the two of them around to meet me sometime."

I walked back to the house as I had yesterday, Emily's words about doing something nice for Sharon echoing in my head. Travel didn't work right now, it was the beginning of school, and of swimming competition. I was going to be busy myself with the project.

I had a stray thought about the house and walked faster. Maggie was in the kitchen, as usual. I gave her my best 'up to no good' look and waited for a response.

She smiled and asked "How is Emily?"

"Emily is terrific. I didn't really know her until now. She remembers you. Told me a miserable football player didn't deserve such a marvelous grandparent. But then we sat on the terrace with coffee and talked about the project. She said it will make my reputation nationally if I can manage not to screw up and get fired."

Maggie was in my arms with a full body hug. She felt warm and wiggly and sexy. I picked her up and walked us to the back patio. Standing there in the warm morning sun, I didn't want to put her down. She tightened her arms and kissed me wetly. 

"Do I get to have a small piece of you after marriage and babies and the pressures of your important job?"

From behind us, a quiet voice said, "Yes, do I get a small piece of you after marriage and babies and the pressures of your important job?"

It was Valerie, dragging a lounger behind her and dropping everything except an incredibly sexy bikini bottom. She had a tube of lotion in one hand that she held out to us. "Both of you, please."

Maggie stuck her tongue in my mouth and mumbled, "She is just trying to get us out of clothes so we don't mess them with lotion."

Valerie closed her eyes and moaned quietly as four hands applied lotion everywhere. She had long smooth muscles and a flat belly rising from the skimpy patch of cloth between her legs. Our fingers worked here and there to approving noises. Maggie looked at me and winked. We used two hands on each breast, pushing the flesh toward the center and then seizing the nipple for some play.

She groaned, "I should have known the Anderson devils would come after me."

I sat back on my haunches and asked, "Maggie, did you and granddad ever think of doing something with this extra large backyard?"

"Well, Scott, it goes back aways but is too steep for much of a garden."

"I had a thought. You seem so happy here with us. What if we excavated into the hillside and built a two story second unit back here? The married couples could each have a floor. The frisky unmarried types could have the run of the old house."

Valerie sat up and eased her slippery self into my arms. "So now I am your frisky assistant?"

Maggie dropped her underwear and took Valerie's place. "Lotion please, while I think about another big project. Aren't you supposed to be having a job?"

"It was just a stray thought."

Valerie nibbled on my ear and thrust a hand down between us. "You've got six women captured with your stray thoughts. Isn't that enough?"

"Hey, the male is supposed to worry about a warm bed for his mate and babies."

Another voice from the direction of the house said, "I heard that. We are not married and I am not graduated and you are talking babies?"

Sharon dragged up another lounger and began undressing. "What is this tramp doing, sliding her tits on your chest?" She grabbed Valerie's hair and bent her head back for a hot kiss.

Valerie kissed back and mumbled, "He called me frisky."

Sharon swatted the muscled ass spread over my thighs. "You look pretty frisky to me. What about midterms?"

Valerie nibbled on my ear, still sliding the stiff tits back and forth. "I'm having a terrible time coping with the idea of working for him and staying afloat at Haas."

I instantly had her over my knees. "You are one of the smartest women we have ever run across. And you are the one that got Sharon and me back together. Any more talk like that and you will suffer redness back here."

My fiancee and I dug deep into her glutes and produced more moans. ""Damn, you sure do get a workout around here just trying to be a good girl."

 * * *

Later, I cornered Maggie for some advice about a nice place to take Melody for dinner. The women had already told me I was taking Melody to dinner solo because they were planning a party on the weekend to christen the remodeled training and practice room.

"You have to be nice to her, she is very stuck on you, but not wanting to get in trouble with Sharon. You are very lucky, grandson, to have a fiancee who is willing to share. I think, now that you have a decent income, you should take her to one of the better Asian restaurants that has a nouveau menu." She batted my head, "When I was in school we were lucky to go to one of those awful chop suey joints."

I hugged her, "With all this buildup, I'm nervous about the sex."

She stuffed her tongue in my mouth, and then mumbled, "I'll be damned."

"Do I get advice about proper loving too?"

"Don't be silly. Treat her like you do the rest of us. Warm her up and make her want that horrible cock."

She reached for me and squeezed. I was hard and flexed against her. The kiss was long and hot.

"You mind your business. I get you later. Are you serious about that new apartment idea?"

"Yes. I'll build it if you will help finance it."

She giggled. "The mistress with deep pockets... I thought it was supposed to work the other way around?"

I undid her bra and stuffed my hand inside while my tongue traced around her lips.

She was breathing hard when I said, "I just love the career guidance I get."

A body plopped on the sofa. "Why am I always coming late to these intimate scenes?" Her teeth were sharp on my neck. I wrestled Sharon into my lap.

"Maggie is giving me pointers about my date technique, and asking about the new apartments."

Her hand reached beneath and found a hard pointed object. "Maggie, this is crazy. What kind of a guy have I fallen in love with?"

I was kissing two beautiful women when Melody walked in with a dress box under her arm. "This better be a good date, I just blew a birthday check from my mom."

Sharon stood and pushed Melody into the warm place she was just occupying. "Maggie and I have been giving him instruction. It will be a fantastic date."

I got a warm kiss from my date and was told to get busy with chores. I hadn't heard them, but the twins were back from school and painting in the training room. I grabbed a brush and helped with the corners.

"Maggie tells me you are planning a party on Saturday to christen this room. Sounds like a good idea."

A gush of enthusiasm. "Yes, we are inviting the team and the coaches. Is that ok?"

A mental image of the house swarming with muscle bound female bodies in leotards sounded terrific.

"Of course. There will have to be two kinds of punch, won't there? I will volunteer to serve and cleanup."

"After you and Melody do your thing tonight, can we visit and talk about the party?"

I had a thought about pestering them, but the paint rollers looked far too dangerous.

"Yes, of course. What if Melody decides to sleep in my bed?"

Adrienne whispered in my ear, "We will be very discreet, Scott. Do not worry." The look that came with those words would light a fire anywhere. I pinched her bottom and went to get ready.

The Sabu-Sabu restaurant was down near the freeway, in a former industrial area that was gentrifying. After years of being a working man's asian diner, it had been expanded under new owners and had rave reviews for the dinner menu and service. Melody looked like a million dollars in the new dress, which had very narrow straps over her shoulders and was some sort of dark shimmery fabric. With heels, stockings, her hair up, and fancy perfume, this was a woman any man would be impressed to dine with.

I ordered her a martini, with a glass of wine for me since I was driving.

We sat silently, waiting for the drinks, taking each other in. Our hands found each other and she said, "I wasn't sure this would ever happen. I don't have a good track record with guys. I don't even understand why someone like you, with a terrific fiancee, is doing this."

With drinks and menus delivered, I raised my glass, "To Melody, our latest and greatest friend."

We drank and she was very teary. "Damn it, Scott, I wish I could crawl into your arms."

"You can. You can. We just have to have dinner first." She giggled and looked at the menu.

The food was great and the time passed quickly with our sharing hopes and aspirations with each other. 

Kissing my fingers, she said, "You know, this crazy deal with your house is going to let me go to grad school next fall, a year early. And the city wants me to continue with inspections part time. Apparently, I get good reviews from the landlords." 

I suggested, "What if we raid the fridge at the house for some ice cream and berries?"

That got me kissed again and we left a generous tip. 

She had my hand, saying I needed to follow her to the third floor to help her change. Valerie had her nose in a textbook and looked up. "How was it?"

We leaned over and kissed her. "It was terrific. He is going to feed me ice cream in his bed."

"You look totally luscious, sexpot. He is going to feed you more than ice cream!"

Melody was down to her lacy undies, hauling Valerie out of bed and crushing her between us. "Scott, can we take her to your bed with us? She is so deserving of punishment."

"I get some ice cream too."

After that, things got totally out of control. The ice cream inventory was decimated, and six women lounged on my bed in states of undress. I was in charge of tucking the duvets around bodies and carrying off the bowls.

Conversation was about the party arrangements, how many could be invited, who had what chores, and so on. The twins were handed around, giggling and twisting and thanking us for planning such a grand event. No one was paying any attention to the sexy, and very transparent, nightie Melody had on. Maggie winked at me and smiled.

As things wound down, my date astonished me by saying, "This is the most overhyped seduction in history. Scott and I have been flirting since I arrived, and tonight is the night. When this came up, I was scared to death, thinking of Sharon and all the baggage I could be creating. But you all keep telling me to chase him down and get fucked! I can't believe it, but no one seems to mind having an audience, and so I am not either. He is about to do me, and you are all welcome to stay!"

In the middle of the bed, to a round of giggles, she slowly drew the nightie over her head. It was a scene worthy of a marriage night. Rosy nipples on flattened boobs. Long legs relaxed and showing a closely trimmed pussy with pink lips showing. Eyes doing a good job of being wide open and inviting. Full lips puckering at me. She lay back, her head cradled in Maggie's lap, holding Sharon's hand, and said, "Scott, it is your turn."

Whispered voices were teasing me. "Scott, aren't you ready?" "Will he man up to her?"

"God, that is a beautiful sight, is this being recorded?" "I am totally hot. Will there be leftovers?"

I made things happen fast, knowing Melody had been warming up for a long time. My aim was perfect and her hip thrust joined us together with a bang.

A collective sigh went up, and I was totally energized by her squeezing and moaning and writhing under me. "Yes, yes, yes," she chanted, and I answered with my best power strokes.

It was all over too quickly, with both of us shouting our climaxes and collapsing. A round of clapping was followed by tender kisses for both of us as bodies padded out and closed the door.

Not paying any attention to the mess, I hugged her tightly. "Pretty damn fine sex, Melody, I hope Sharon relents and let's you into our bed once in a while."

She stretched out and said, "Is it true she is allowing me to stay here tonight?"

I was almost asleep when Melody left, saying she would be right back. Soon, two bodies were cleaning me up and very familiar lips were kissing me. "You terrible stud, that was perfect. Melody can't stand it. I told her to stay the night and she insisted both of us had to be here."

The sun was shining on the bed, and someone was stroking my erection. Two someones actually, and they were giggling about it.

"We better be careful, he might attack."

I had them under me in a moment, a knee in each crotch. "Of course, I am going to attack. Which of you is first?"

"You devil, let us up. It's a workday. No messes. We'll give you a raincheck!"

My brain was pretty scrambled with the delights of woman flesh, but I grabbed some cereal and took it to my big screen computer in the alcove off the living room. The feed from Parkfield showed a nice array of tremors. A reminder that the two plates underneath us don't stop moving for human convenience. The big question was how to translate those pretty jiggly lines into a predictive tool for damaging quakes. I was the guy being hired to help make that happen. A lot of scientific blood, sweat and tears had already gone into the search. Maybe this time...

I rang up Emily and flirted a little. "Maggie tells me I should inquire about questionable party activity at the DG house."

"Oh, you rascal. Blackmailing me already? I suppose you want a corner office?"

"Emily, I'll bet there isn't even a closet for me."

"Scott, you know this place. Even the mice have to bargain for space. You could pull rank and ask the Chairman to bounce someone out, but why make enemies? Can you manage with your lab space and whatever you have in that nice house of Maggie's until we can move the pieces on the chess board?"

"Emily, you are a jewel. We are throwing a party on Saturday. Please come and catch up with Maggie and meet the wonderful tenants and my fiancee, Sharon."

"You are such a devil. Of course, I'll come. I even know where you are."

(cont'd in Ch. 5 The Housewarming Party)



Renting a Room Ch. 05



I was still shaking the next morning from the climactic experience with Melody and our feminine audience, but by noon had dealt with commitments at the lab and to the project. I had just begun to think about a sandwich when arms descended around my neck and kisses landed on my face.

 "I suppose the lunch menu on a day like this includes more naked tanning?"

 "You are so spoiled. Each of your tenants is a star in her own right, and you have arranged it so we are all willing to share our fabulous bodies with you. Speaking of which, I hope you appreciated the treat you got last night."

 Valerie nuzzled me and added, "I am so thrilled with the job and the help with admission to Haas. I was in a state of shock yesterday and didn't thank you properly."

 I glanced up to find Sharon and Maggie in the doorway, frowning. "Stop hitting on him, Valerie. There has to be some discipline around here."

 Lunch was on the patio, with acres of succulent female flesh to get excited over and rub lotion into. 

 I had a pad and pencil and used the time to generate ideas about the two new living units. I was trying to concentrate when I discovered the women were talking about a wedding. Mine.

 "Sharon, you are on a scholarship, and Scott isn't much better. That fancy salary won't show up for a while. I know the bride makes wedding decisions, but you would delight an old woman's heart if the wedding were here and the expenses were on me."

 Maggie was sitting by her side, rubbing lotion into the naked back while Sharon sniffled and mumbled, "Everyone is being too nice to me..."

 Valerie walked over with a towel and sat her greasy back in my lap. I went to work on shoulders while she talked. "Sharon, the two of them are going to build you a home as a wedding present. Think of it. Just steps from the altar to the bed and making the first baby! I'm incredibly jealous."

 What an uproar! Sharon pounding on Valerie. Maggie kissing me. Everyone laughing like crazy.

 Maggie stood behind, gripping my ears and twisting my head back and forth. "Scott dear, I'm seeing my new home nestled into the hillside. A wonderful dream you have to make come true. I'm afraid there has to be a pool here on the flat space. The babies will need water play..." 

 I put my head down and cried.

 Before the end of the day, Maggie had found an architect, Nancy Atwater, who was the daughter of another one of Maggie's endless string of friends, and we had a meeting scheduled for noon the next day. When the tenants heard about this, there was a unanimous cry that tenants needed to be on the design "committee."

 In fact, there was so much energy floating in the dining room that another conference on the big bed was necessary. Melody was still hyped from the other night and got into a terrific wrestle, claiming rights to my body. Disputed rights.

 With the help of duvets, a large warm pile was constructed and the room lights extinguished. The last twilight shone into my bedroom and low voices, ignoring me, discussed the Saturday party, now only two days away, and how it would work in the future to have me not present in the old house.

 "He will be shacked up in the back, paying no attention to us!" "We will go naked in the pool, holding up signs saying 'unfair to coeds.' "

 Helped by my fingers, the pile dissolved in giggles. Sharon got Melody in a death grip and hissed, "You promised to be nannys. He told me every nanny had to have a complete compatibility test!"

 The twins sat on my chest and said, "Sharon, there has to be more talk about getting pregnant. Your team really needs you this year. You could be Division 1 champs."

 A great sigh went up. "Ohhh. He can't throw the condoms away yet."

 Sharon snuggled in my arms and said, "What do you think, football player?"

 "I think the tenants and the house mother are supersmart, as usual."

 The next morning at breakfast, there was more hip checking than normal. I wrapped my arms around Maggie and whispered, "That was good last night, wasn't it?"

 She turned around and found my lips for a long tender kiss. "I don't know how you do it. Most guys would wilt under just one of these fabulous women."

 My hands were in her hair, pulling gently as I kissed her forehead and ears and nose. "Those crazy twins on my chest are the most fun ever. When is their mom going to visit?"

 Before Maggie could answer, two bodies danced in, "Professor, professor! She is coming, she is coming for the Saturday party!" 

 They held out the phone and Maggie took it. "Michelle! It has been too long. Can we pick you up?"

 Very rapid French went back and forth. The twins had me in a death hug, whispering to themselves in French. Aimee bit my ear and said, "You will like our mother. She is a famous dancer in many New York shows."

 I groaned, "Another tough body to beat on me!"

 "Yes, yes. You must flirt with her and make those terrible football player noises."

 There was no discussion. I was directed to collect Michelle on Friday afternoon, while the others worked on readying the house.

 The web feed from Parkfield was very quiet, so I went down to the department to work on forms and a new project description. Emily noticed my woeful look, closed her door and took me in a tight hug.

 "What's the matter?"

 I was noticing yet another tight body moving on mine when she pulled my hair and said, "You feel good. No wonder those coeds like you. Maybe I deserve a kiss."

 A long time later, she whispered, "Yes, I definitely know why."

 A very subversive thought went through my head. "But you said I couldn't screw up?"

 I turned her back to my front and got a firm grip on soft breasts, licking under her ear. She sagged against me, giggling, "Maybe there are exceptions."

 I spoke into her ear, "This is a hot body, are you getting enough loving?"

 She pushed me against the wall and rubbed on my erection. "No, I don't get any these days. And you already have girlfriends."

 I gathered her in my arms and sat in the upholstered chair, wondering when the phone was going to ring and wreck our playing.

 "You know why I had that long face? Because my women are too nice to me. I'm cracking under the pressure!" My tongue was exploring her face and she sighed. "My god, Scott, you do turn an old woman to mush."

 I was just starting to respond when the phone did indeed ring. I extricated myself and found a corner in the lab to do my work. She had a sweet fragrance about her and I was badly distracted. At the last moment, I remembered the architect's visit at home for lunch, and rose abruptly, to find myself with Emily's arms around me. 

 "I was going to suggest some lunch."

 Thinking quickly, I said, "You are coming with me. Maggie is having an architect visit and you will be a welcome addition."

 Luckily, she had sneakers on and we made good time uphill to the house. Maggie shouted a warm hello and they embraced. The two of us were led to the patio and introduced to Nancy Atwater, our new architect.

 I offered ice tea, lemonade or wine. Everyone chose lemonade and I disappeared to do drinks.

 Maggie had Nancy seated facing the hilly slope to the rear of the house. She extracted a sheet of paper from her portfolio, and studied it. 

 "I'm looking at a property map I downloaded. This will be tight. There is a twenty foot setback requirement from the side and rear lot lines, but we might get a waiver if the neighbors don't complain."

 Maggie smiled, "Phil and Gloria Smith are long time friends and tell me they intend on staying right where they are for the duration. Call it aging in place."

 "There are plenty of trees up there. With careful design, it won't look like the Maginot Line from their side."

 Sharon and Emily were sitting together and whispering quietly as they ate. Valerie appeared in the doorway and I pointed her to Emily. 

 I said, "Maggie and Sharon should tell you their ideas about how much space they need."

 Sharon answered, "I'm used to dorms and this house has been like a dream, with all the space. Aren't we going to want to spend time with future tenants and throw parties like tomorrow? I'm not sure how to cram Scott into a one bedroom, but willing to try."

 At that moment, the twins showed up bubbling with energy and doing walkovers on the patch of lawn. "We heard that. We are experts on small places, and also squeezing football players!"

 They laughed gaily and I made threatening gestures, which produced giggles all around.

 Emily was at my ear. "I have to get back. Stay here and protect your interests. I'll see you tomorrow."

 Nancy was sketching as Maggie said, "I know these are called 'Granny' units, but I don't feel like a granny and I'm not ready for the rocking chair yet." She tried to give me a fierce look, but I gave her my best 'come hither' look back. Before I knew it, Maggie and Sharon had me down on the grass, sitting on my chest. 

 "Nancy, don't pay any attention to him. He is very disruptive. It takes all of us to hold him down."

 Grabbing a sandwich, five bodies made me a pillow and pretended I was Gulliver. 

 Nancy said, "I get the impression this household has a lot of fun together."

 Valerie hopped up and took her hand. "Yes. Come with me for a moment."

 Shortly she returned, pushing Nancy in front, who now wore a crop top tee and short shorts. Valerie gave her a place of honor reclining on my chest and provided a floppy sun hat.

 "This is a better way to advise the clients."

 Nancy was shaking and I pressed her hand. "Relax, we all do that to each other. Tell us your thoughts about the project."

 She laughed, "When I was in school, my boyfriend used to buy me these tops so he could stick his hand up under it." She guided me just where the boyfriend's hand had gone and slipped my fingers under her bra strap to grasp a very nice boob.

 "I guess I can talk now."

 Amid a lot of giggles, I leaned to kiss her cheek and got lips instead. She wrapped her hand in my hair and kept us tight for a long minute.

 "Maybe if we have lunch like this everyday, I will work for free." 

 Maggie said, "Nancy, you will get carried upstairs and ravished if there is any more of that. Architecture first, play later."

 Kneeling in the grass facing us, she held up the sketch pad. "This is very primitive, but the space lends itself to a simple rectangular design. In fact, I think we can use the golden rectangle proportion. I have to play around with dimensions, but 22x35 should allow for bedroom, bath, pantry and storage along the back, and a linear great room in front with dining area and kitchen at the far end. What do you think?

 Maggie sat up, "A good start. Do schematics overnight and come back in the morning. We will put you to work making pastries for the party and talk about your plans."

 Sharon crawled over and knocked Nancy on her side for a tight clinch. "Yes, I think this one is back in school and needs help with her studies."

 Valerie leaned in to me and said, "Take her to your room."

 A squirming Nancy, minus her clothes, was deposited in the middle of the bed. She glanced around wildly, only to see the door closing and four female students disrobing before her. They gestured to me to stay back against the wall, and made a circle on the bed, sitting in the lotus position and looking serious.

 Valerie took charge and said, "You cannot be our architect until you have been initiated. Turn over and bury your face in the pillow."

 Nancy looked unhappy but did as she was told. Four pairs of hands, armed with lotion, descended.

 The small fingers of the twins made a tracery on her back, kneading softly. Sharon bent the legs up at the knee and worked on toes. Valerie's thumbs dove deep into the muscular behind, finding tight places to loosen. Melody took charge of scalp massage.

 The architect was twitching and moaning. "I am so turned on. Somebody better get me off."

 Smiles from the tenants. Gestures for me to drop my shorts and join the party. I shook my head. An all girl initiation would be fine. Sharon gave me a fierce look and pointed to a spot next to her. Maggie quietly entered and stood next to me. I pushed her in front and wrapped my arms so that each breast was properly cupped. We rocked quietly back and forth. On the bed, hands were nudging the body onto its back. Her eyes opened to a slit and roamed around. Small mouths with very sharp teeth took most of each boob for licking and nipping. Valerie's nasty fingers and thumb were assaulting a pink clit attached to a hip that could not stop gyrating. The attack accelerated until the pretty architect lost control and shook from top to bottom in a wonderful, blushing climax that was a treat to watch.

 She reached out for an offered tissue and said, "I am going to get revenge. I will sneak in the back door and attack in the night."

 Sharon gestured in my direction. "He protects us. You will be caught and impaled on his mighty weapon."

 Nancy looked worried for a moment, and then noticed the smiles. 

 "Scott, please come rescue me from these devils. I don't know how I can design anything with every nerve in my body shooting off."

 Maggie pushed me in the direction of the bed. "Take care of your new woman. We need her skills on the project."

 By the time I got a knee on the mattress, expecting a warm hug, the legs were spread wide and a glistening pussy was humping in the air. Her look could mean only one thing.

 Sharon had my ear. "Scott, she is joining the club. Take her properly."

 A little voice was warning me, "This is a pussy whipping exercise. Watch out!"

 I pounded my chest and let out an unearthly roar. My cock was cooperating well, pulsing and waving, ready for its next victim. Suddenly, Nancy wasn't sure she needed him. The legs began closing.

 Another roar and he was buried. Caught up in the excitement, my roars continued and the tight cunt received a pounding like it had never experienced before. Nancy was shouting. "Bastard, you can't treat me like this. Stop!"

 Too late for that. Way too late. With a final roar, I climaxed, spurting everything I had into the writhing body.

 Minutes later, she was resting on my chest, still filled with cock, catching her breath. The tenants were apologizing for my rough behavior.

 "He is not supposed to act badly. We are sorry."

 "Shut up! I've never been fucked like that before. What do you put in his food?" Do I get to be a friend of the family? A close friend?"

 "Why is he still in you?"

 Her tongue reached out and played with mine. My fingers were dancing up and down her spine. She shivered and clenched. "How do you survive being around this much male?"

 I sat up and walked to the shower. Her arms around my neck were tight. As the steaming water enveloped us, I opened my mouth, but she put her finger across it, saying, "Don't you dare tell me you are sorry. I want you to give me a bear hug and say 'You are mine!' and make more of those growling noises."

 I did all that and she started crying.

 I asked, carefully, "What's going on?"

 She led me out of the shower and down the hall, dripping and crying, to my room where the tenants were relaxing, waiting for their turn in the shower.

 "You have to let him be my lover. Please?" There was a new burst of crying and I took her in my arms to the bed. I got down on my knees and said it was going to be all right, and there was lots of loving to go around, and close your eyes.

 We tiptoed out and looked at each other. I asked, "Too much enthusiasm?"

 From the head of the stairs, Maggie said, "Too little loving. Come down to the kitchen when you are clean."

 I was not allowed to leave. Each body wanted to feel my soapy fingers in familiar places, and my lips on theirs.

 The twins climbed on my hips and held very tight. I grabbed towels and walked to the front room. We sat on the mat and dried off, absorbing quiet energy from their new gym, with the pretty views to the street and the tall trees. Soon, it was one guy and four women, tight to each other, not talking. 

 I caressed Sharon's shoulder and said, "That's powerful stuff we have been playing with."

 Voices whispered, "Yes." We put clothes on and went to help Maggie.

 I was rolling dough when a hand wrapped itself in my hair and pulled. "I should have known you would be good in the kitchen on top of everything else."

 The architect had her own clothes on and looked very professional. "You are not to worry about me. That was one of the best experiences of my life. I am going home to my drafting table and work on the project. Save some party chores."

 I walked out with her. Standing on the front steps, I said, "It is required that you punch me."

 Her eyes widened. "Why, exactly."

 "Do it. Do it really hard, and I'll tell you."

 She wound up and smacked the middle of my belly. Good, hard blow. 

 She looked intently at me, expression not giving any emotion away. "Why?"

 "Evens the field a bit. Feels good, doesn't it?"."

 She turned away and hurried down the stairs. There were more tears in her eyes. I waved.

 Sharon was behind me. "That was nice of you." Her lips kissed the back of my neck.

 "But she cried again."

 "Women can be like that, sometimes. When I'm pregnant, I'll probably sit in your lap and cry every night."

 Inside, I grabbed Valerie for some work time on project schedules.

 She straddled across my knees and played the keyboard much better than I did. The project software she had found displayed large colorful charts on the big display. All we had to do was make them mean something.

 In a low voice, she said, "I started that with my dumb teasing."

 My hands carefully fastened to her front. "I'll beat you if I don't get teased. You heard what she said about best experience?"

 "Yes, but we must have pushed her too far. There were a lot of tears."

 "What about calling after dinner and asking if she would like some company?"

 Her hands reached up for my hair and pulled. I allowed my head to bend to a warm kiss.

 She said, "I'd drag you upstairs, but we really do have to get this ready to send to the project advisory committee."

 I couldn't quite believe it, but she did wonders on the machine for the next hour, insisting that I make out with her the entire time. Towards the end, we saw Sharon's reflection in the monitor. 

 She was aggrieved. "Have you quite finished with my fiance?" Her front mashed into my back.

 Valerie didn't even look up. "Don't get your panties in a swivet. You're the one with a ring on her finger, after all."

 "The department would be upset with your working conditions. Aren't women entitled to respect?" 

 Sharon's hands reached over our shoulders and down Valerie's front. My assistant shivered and complained, "That's a strange way of showing respect. If this wasn't so important, I'd have you on the floor."

 I turned around, lifting Valerie into Sharon's arms and applying my hands to both bottoms. "What about lunch?" There were giggles behind me as I walked to the kitchen.

 Headed to the airport after a sandwich and a description from Maggie of the twins' mother, Michelle, I pondered my recent good fortune with the opposite sex. It seemed the closer I got with the tenants, the more attention I received from other women. Something was rubbing off on me? The inner voice said, don't ask too many questions. Some things about women are not explainable. Nancy had shown up with a big folder just as I was leaving. Not a sign of yesterday's breakdown. A passing kiss and a flash of her eyes.

 The airport was busy, but I had hardly approached the baggage carousel when a small body launched itself at me. "You must be Scott. My god, you are big. No wonder the twins call you Papa Bear."




Renting a Room Ch. 05



She found her way into my arms, ignoring looks from around us. I said, "I hope you are Michelle, or else I'm being rather familiar with a stranger."

 Her laugh sounded just like the twins. "Yes! I'm the mom. Thank you for taking in my girls and being so nice to them. Rebuilding your whole house for two gymnasts!"

 I put her down carefully and grabbed the bag she pointed to. We walked off arm in arm and I realized another friend had joined our little group.

 By the time we got home, Aimee and Adrienne were back from class and there was wild reunion, great shouting in French, and dragging away of mere to see the upstairs room. 

 I hugged Maggie, "She is going to be great fun. Jumped right into my arms at the airport." 

 Her tongue found mine and I got a hot grandmother kiss. "You are such a hunk, how could she not?"

 I went to check my email and called Emily. "That wasn't much of a lunch for you yesterday I am afraid."

 Her voice was low and husky, "Don't apologize, you devil. I'm still tingling. How do you manage to generate so much love? Nancy was losing her mind."

 "It got worse after you left."

 "We need a private session to instruct you about surviving research politics, and other things."

 "This is going to happen off campus?"

 "You're damn right. May take a whole weekend."

 "Emily, I'm not sure."

 "No excuses. My family has a lake cabin, and I am declaring a project retreat. You are to bring all your helpers."

 I was sinking in the chair as Sharon slipped into my lap. I handed the phone to her, mouthing "Emily."

 "Hi, it's Sharon. Is he giving you a hard time?"

 There was a rapid exchange, with nods and yes comments from my end. She hung up and reached between my legs. "Bad boy. She has the hots for you."

 I groaned, "I guess I am in a lot of trouble."

 "You should be, but I've decided sharing you has advantages." Her kiss was incendiary, and interrupted by Michelle and the twins on a house tour. 

 "Maman, he is very loving. They will marry after he builds them a house in the back. We told her no babies until after the swim team wins all its meets and she graduates."

 Sharon was pulling Michelle close for a kiss. "Your daughters keep everyone on their toes. Literally!"

 "My goodness, there is something in the air. So much loving." She laughed and stuck her tongue at me. "He is so big, how do you manage?"

 The innuendo reduced the four of them to hopeless giggles. I stood and walked away to find Nancy, making growling noises.

 The architect and Maggie had the big schematic drawing spread out on a table in the back. I pushed between them, an arm around each waist. "Looks like lots of progress."

 She whispered so Maggie could hear. "After you juiced me so wildly, what else could I do but work on this?" 

 I kissed the top of her head and whispered, "Our special architect, that's you."

 Maggie said, "Scott, give the poor woman a chance. She is about to drag you back to your bed."

 Nancy took a deep breath and said, "You have to promise."

 I quickly said yes, and applied another kiss.

 Maggie said, "There is a balcony on the second floor, and some fenestration detail so the rectangle doesn't look too utilitarian."

 I said to Nancy, "You are a fan of Julia Morgan? The beams on the balcony? Echos of a Mission loggia?"

 She looked at me in surprise. "What do football players know about famous Berkeley architects?"

 I tickled her ribs and said, "I had a professor in civil that said good architecture requires good engineering. He made us study Morgan and Maybeck and a few others."

 I got a kiss and a quiet, "You are no end of surprises, Scott."

 "What if we made the retaining wall along the back into an architectural feature, exposed on the inside. Maybeck was really into concrete."

 "Maggie, he is impossible. That is a brilliant idea. Will help sell the project to the Planning Department."

 I said, "Here's another one. Ask Valerie to use her artistic talents to provide color and shading on this, so you can pin it up on the wall tomorrow. Find some new commissions for our not-yet-famous architect."

 They fell into each other's arms, laughing and pushing me away. "Leave, before you get any more ideas."

 Melody was in the kitchen, doing wonderful things with ingredients for tomorrow's sandwiches. I started in on the large stack of dirty dishes and pans. She tried to nudge me away, "You don't have to be the scullery maid."

 "Give me a pair of your fabulous panties and I'll raise my voice."

 A hip nudged me and a voice said, "I understand there is a compatibility test that includes underwear inspection?"

 It was Michelle, already wrapping fingers in my hair and pulling my lips down to hers. I distantly heard clapping and giggles.

 My wet hands took her to my shoulders, my hair still in prison in her fingers. She asked the twins, "Do you suppose he can do a proper lift?"

 "Oui, we practice that and do handstands on his shoulders out in the back. He is so solid, it is like being on the beam!"

 Adrienne added, laughing, "He is also a good spotter when we fall out of a somersault!"

 Mom asked to get down, but I had a good grip on her fine dancer's legs and said, "Non," with a lick at the closest inner thigh.

 "Maggie! Your grandson is misbehaving!"

 "Take her out back and we will bring munchies."

 For a few minutes, the dancer and I practiced lifts and throws. She wrapped me tightly and whispered, "Seriously, will you help me keep in shape? There is an opening in New York in three weeks."

 "You have a fabulous body. It would be a delight to be your dance slave for a few days."

 She sat and took a long drink of lemonade, but saw everyone smiling and blushed. "He does give you a rush, doesn't he?"

 Nodding heads and "Oui, Madame."

 Maggie intervened. "Michelle, there are fine restaurants in Berkeley, but we thought for your first night, a quiet supper after your long plane ride would be good. Is that ok?"

 With everyone's eyes following her, Michelle took a deep swallow of her drink and padded across the patio and into my lap. "Yes, that would be nice."

 The tenants screamed and scrambled to kiss and hug the latest member of the group. The twins were yelling and doing cartwheels on the lawn. I couldn't say anything because the dancer had her tongue in my mouth, inciting a strong male response.

 "Women who tease get."

 In very soft tones, her voice interrupted, "Yes, I know. When?"

 The twins were now beating on mother. "Maman, don't be naughty. He is for us."

 She pulled them into our pile. "You told me he was loving, what do you expect?"

 They cried out to the other tenants, "She has only been here three hours and she wants him!"

 From around the circle came "No! Non! Impossible!"

 Her arms tightened and the marvelously seductive voice in my ear said, "You will be my lover too, No?"

 The only thought in my mind was how much trouble I was going to be in with Sharon after this incredible seduction was over.

 The twins cried out, "He is not for you! He is engaged, Maman!"

 Suddenly, Sharon was behind us, leaning down with her own sweet whisper, "Yes, take him. Take Papa Bear to your bed..."

 A giant sigh went up and Michelle buried her head in my chest. "Scott, I can't believe this. She is giving you to me..."

 An outraged voice inside me said, "Not more pussy whipping!"

 Bodies were untangling from around me. I stood and faced Michelle to the others. "Papa Bear," I said evilly, "does not take instruction from Mama Bears. You will be mine when the spirit moves me!"

 Valerie and Melody were moving toward the kitchen and laughing. "Oh, she better watch out. A midnight attack!"

 I was severely tempted to start more aerial play with our latest guest, but restrained myself. She batted her eyes at me, and went to help. The twins dragged me to the grass, wanting to practice the little routine we were planning for the party tomorrow. It was mostly about using me for a vertical support beam for gymnast acrobatics. All of my appendages except one were used. Aimee got a knee in my crotch and giggled, "No messing with this in public!"

 I wrapped them up, tossed the bodies in the air, and pretended to let them fall to ground. At the last second, I was flat on my back cushioning the collision. Hugs and kisses later, I said, "Find Michelle, make sure she has a drink with gin in it, and submerge her in the hot tub. She is tense and worn out..."

 They whispered, with grins, "Landlord, you cannot ignore your duty. Come to our room in the night..."

 Everyone dressed for dinner. Valerie and Maggie had collaborated on a printed menu. Valerie hissed in my ear, "That's pronounced 'may-nu,' you clod." 

 All of the dishes were French in honor of Michelle. The conversation was light, leaving the sexual play from the afternoon behind. Afterwards, the French speakers seated themselves on and around the fancy sofa, conversing in the language of kings and leaving the rest of us scattered on the floor. Sharon was reclining on my chest, a favorite position, with Melody next to her. I was slipping away when an elbow caught me.

 "Don't be a boor. You are in a Berkeley drawing room, with honored guests, and supposed to be a dignified host."

 I sat up with one under each arm, struggling, and said, "These two need discipline. Good night all."

 I tossed them on the bed, and flopped in the middle, burying my head.

 "That was worse than boorish."

 "I think he is cracking under the pressure. He needs TLC from his betrothed. I'm going to my own room."

 She was halfway to the door when I tripped her into my arms on the floor. What a lovely body. I threw it back on the bed.

 "Manners require that you seek permission before leaving this chamber of delights."

 She had good clothes on, which I forcefully but carefully removed, smiling at her string of low voiced complaints. Sharon and I got naked too, and pressed her between us. Sharon said, "You can't run off just yet. Stay and talk to us."

 She squeaked, "Why am I bare if we are only going to talk?"

 I used the huskiest male voice I could. "We are here to compliment your many charms. Your many bare charms."

 "Scott," she hissed, "you worked all my bare charms the other night. What else do you want?"

 Sharon had a tube of special lotion in her hands and spread a ribbon from top to bottom of the gorgeous spine. Twenty fingers went to work.

 "Oh my god. I have no idea why you are doing this, but please don't stop."

 Sharon and I played kissyface over the quivering body, our fingers still kneading. She asked, "Is this going to work, taking a year off before starting grad school?" 

 In between low moans, Melody answered. "I was lonely, tired and grumpy until I discovered this house full of incredible women and their boyfriend. Their giant warm cuddly boyfriend who fixes up sex lives."

 She turned over and asked, "Front too?"

 I licked a stiff nipple, while Sharon worried the other. My fingers slipped between her thighs and she moaned anew. "I'm losing it. Just losing it, please finish me off..."

 The squeal and body spasm trailed off into low contented noises. I pulled the blanket up and turned out the light.

 In the night, bodies were finding the bathroom. Sharon whispered, "Stay with us, please."

 Back in bed, Melody pulled my hair and asked, "Why on earth did you do that? That's the nicest, sweetest come I've ever had."

 Sharon said, her hand around my neck, "I told him you all were nervous about sharing and needed his attentions frequently."

 She lay on top of Sharon, applying wet kisses everywhere. "I can't believe this. It breaks all the rules about pairing up."

 Others had heard talking, and filtered in. The twins each had a grip on Michelle's tight buns, propelling her forward. "We can't come in here. It is their bedroom!"

 I opened a space, and today's guest of honor was placed on her back, eyes worried about the many bodies revealed by the light from the street.

 Maggie squirmed in behind me and said, "Everyone's awake, so we might as well have a conference." She took me in her lap and twirled my hair around. Michelle's head was up, noticing her twins each had a same sex partner they were kissing.

 In a worried voice, she asked, "Scott, how do you...?"

 I reached out in the dark and said, "Come here."

 My big hands had no trouble positioning her narrow hips directly to the rear of the dark shaft rising from my groin, facing the audience.

 In my best sinister voice, I asked, "Well, tenants, what is the verdict?"

 Dragging out the 's,' a collective voice replied, "Yessss."

 Before Michelle really knew what was happening, she was sliding down my pole. By the time she could get out, "Oh no!" I had her firmly coupled.

 The other women leaned forward, clapping and kissing. "Isn't he nice in you?" "This is such fun, sex in the middle of the night."

 I sat up, enclosing Michelle's body in my arms and legs, nuzzling her neck and kissing her cheek. In her ear, I asked, "Are any questions necessary?" My cock got a very tentative squeeze, and then another. Her head sagged on my arms and she whispered, "I don't deserve this." 

 My fingers tweaked her nipples and I thrust up gently. She shook and laughed. "My god, I'm having sex with the landlord!"

 There was only one thing to do, which was to move her forward onto her knees and provide an active fuck, driving hard into a woman who had experienced many men. It worked. In only a minute or two, in front of smiling daughters and new friends, she was wailing and collapsing into the arms of my other lovers.

 The twins were on my chest, worried about adding Michelle to my list. Our tongues played as they asked if everything was ok.

 I growled, "It is definitely not ok...." They went rigid. " It is not ok if you don't win your next meet!"

 They sighed and complained to Sharon, "He is mean, scaring us like that. Of course, we will win."

 Sitting up, their voices joined, "Just for that, tomorrow you must flirt with our coach and tell her you expect a winning performance or we will be evicted!"

 My fiancee grabbed them and said, "I thought you told me she just threw her husband out for sleeping around?"

 "Yes, yes. She has been very sad. Perhaps Scott can hug and kiss her and make her feel like a desirable woman again."

 A chorus of no's went up. "There is no room for more tenants. She will climb into his lap and never leave!"

 I put an armlock on Aimee, "Is she pretty?"

 "Oui, Beth is very squeezable and very tight body. She was national Elite gymnast."

 Sharon had her teeth fastened in my neck and was pummeling me from behind. Michelle was sitting up, mopping between her legs with a tissue. I pulled her back with her girls and we had a big hug.

 I whispered to the twins, "You don't mind that two generations of Poitier women are loving me?"

 They giggled and sang, "Non! Papa Bear is the best."

 Later, Sharon and I were actually alone in the big bed, which was destroyed, but we weren't going to fix it now. She snuggled tight and asked, "Did Papa Bear enjoy his orgy?"

 Sleepily, I said, "There is something about the bunch of you that gets me going..."

She whispered, "Scott, you are opening us up. More than bodies is being shared. I feel like I am in a house with you. An empty house with many rooms, and the two of us get to explore..."

I was awake again, my arms very tight, my tongue busy. "You are a wonderful explorer."

She twitched, "Be serious. If you are more than a big cock to them, there are vulnerabilities. Lover, you must take care..."

"Yes. I know. I need you to help."

She pulled on my ear and whispered softly, "Always."

The morning sun was in the room when two bodies climbed on us with coffee and a tray of juice and pastry. "You were very nice to Maman last night." They looked at each other and giggled. "She is still sleeping."

They slipped down to my side and sipped coffee with us. In low giggling whispers, they said, "She was so funny! Asked us if we come quickly like she did. We said yes, and then she asked if you were too big..."

Sharon was laughing and trying to reach around and pinch me. "What did you say?" 

They leaned close, "We said that was a terrible personal question, and were you too big for her!"

"This talk is making me very hard. I suppose you want what your mother got?"

"Oh no, Sharon is first. We do not have permission..."

I moved the tray to safety and got their long sleep shirts off in a hurry. Sharon had them down between us. "Do you know what happened to Melody last night?" Her voice suggested bad things had happened to Melody.

"Oh, we are sorry..."

I fastened on a petite boob that went with the petite body. Sharon tortured the other body. I looked at her, "Do they know what you said to me last night?" The twins were wiggling and looking scared, their boobs under attack from two sides.

She sat back on her haunches and laughed, "I told him the tenants were worried about the sharing and needed his attentions frequently." Her eyes crinkled as the small bodies relaxed and held each other.

"Sharon, you are too nice to us. He is too nice to us." After a hesitation, they added, "But we are very tense and horny watching all these others get loving and we..."

Sharon stood and punched me, heading for the door. "I knew it. You better make them happy."

The next fifteen minutes were wild. They wanted me, and they wanted to practice positions. I felt like a pretzel. Finally, I ran out of patience and took them against the door, making ferocious growls and pounding hard. They squealed and shouted and came loudly.

Showered and back in their long tee shirts, they took a place on either side of their mother at the kitchen table. Elbowed her and said with a straight face, "He's too big."

Michelle's head was in her hands. "I'm not going to live this down."

The rest of us teased her unmercifully, casting little sidelong glances every so often. Finally, she came and put her arms around my neck and applied a long, hot kiss. "I'm not going home."

I mumbled, "Sex with gymnasts is very demanding. Maybe you should stay to keep order..."

Cheers and clapping erupted. Michelle was pink all over again. 

Valerie jabbed me in the back, "What's this I hear about special attentions?"

I had her around to my front in an instant. "You're not eligible. No abusing the help."

She hissed, "Scott, if you think I am giving up sex with you for that lousy part time job..."

Faces were turned our way, "Ooh, they are having a fight. And she just went to work for him."

I spoke up, "I apologize. I was only funning..."

Several bodies had me against the wall, Sharon in my face. "I just got done telling..."

Damn, trouble on top of trouble. I ducked my head and promised no more misbehavior. Sharon declared a punch as penance and everyone got as hard a blow as they could manage. Maggie and Michelle were last, each taking an arm.

"Well, grandson, have you learned a lesson about teasing?"

I pulled them into a tight circle. "We have to have teasing. Careful teasing, I guess."

Their kisses were very loving. 

The housewarming invitations were from three to six. Teams fanned out to get ready. Maggie told Sharon she was taking me under her supervision, and I was directed to the back patio. I started for the shed to find a broom and rake, but was diverted to a chair with her straddling my legs in a familiar position.

"Sharon told me what she said to you."

"And?"

She kissed the tip of my nose, "You've got all of us captured in your web, but you need her."

"I told her that."

"Keep telling her that. I hope you know what a special woman you are engaged to."




Renting a Room Ch. 05



"I do. I also have a special grandmother, special tenants..."

"Stop that. Even grandmothers cry."

I stuck out my tongue, rubbed between her open legs, and got my ears boxed.

She had hold of my hair, twisting my head. "Are you and I serious about the addition? I like Nancy's plan."

Sharon appeared silently at the back of my chair. "He better like it. My babies will need a nursery."

Maggie went on, "Yes. If you wait like the twins asked you to, he will have time to build it and work on the project too. After the party today, I'm going back to Oregon and be nice to Alfred. Convince him we need to keep one foot in Berkeley and use some of my inheritance to help finance it."

Sharon went around to hug Maggie, "You are very good to two young people in love."

She laughed and said, "That's what grandmothers are for, isn't it?"

I was rummaging in the shed for a decent rake when a hip check arrived. "I bet you never thought tenants would be worse than earthquakes."

I found a dusty bench and sat with her in my arms. 

Valerie was with her. "We are the original tenants and we came to make you feel better." In between chewing on my ear, she rubbed her tits on my back.

"I thought you put the kibosh on any more seductions?"

Sharon had a firm grip on my cock through my pants. She was squeezing and he was growing.

"Actually," Sharon said, "we've come to give you special permission to put the make on Beth at the party."

"Beth?"

"Her name is Bethany McGuire, and she is the gymnastics coach."

"She is the one the twins say is sad because her husband cheated?"

"We have heard interesting things we are not going to tell you right now, except you have an open field to chase her in your awful football manner."

"If I am being setup for a fall, you will suffer..."

"Give us a kiss, we have to go back to work."

I was just finishing the front yard when Nancy drove up. "Hi, I have these boards which need to go to the third floor for Valerie to work on. We don't have much time."

The artist arrived as I was standing in her bedroom admiring the plans. "Oh, those are lovely. Close the door and give me an hour."

It was decided, without consulting the bartender, that the bar would be on the patio in order to spread the crowd around. Maggie tried to do a count of invitations but it seemed they had been issued indiscriminately, and on such a nice day, a mob might appear. I took a quick drive to gather sacks of ice and more beer, paying extra for little known craft brands. 

Trying to even up the ratio, I had invited a few of my teammates who were still around, mostly in grad school. 

With all the good food being prepared, no one did much for lunch except table scraps as the plates were stacked and put in the fridge.

My friend Tim showed up at two-thirty, with apologies for having to leave in an hour for a late seminar across the Bay. I sympathized for his enduring a Saturday afternoon class. The pretty woman on his arm pouted, "It's awful going with a med student. But he promised me a nice dinner on the Wharf afterwards." So much for trying to help the ratio.

By four-thirty, there were over a hundred people wandering in and out of the house, making frequent stops for more refreshments. Small bodies in leotards were numerous. I was pouring wine for someone when a voice said, "You must be Scott."

I looked up to find a slender woman extending her hand. "Hi, I'm Beth, the coach. You've done a terrific job here with the practice room for my gymnasts."

I took the hand and kissed it. "What can I get you?"

Her eyes were large and dark. Eyes you could get lost in. We stared at each other for seconds and she said, "A Sierra Nevada will be fine."

She took a long drag and smiled at me. "I'm told you are new at the landlord game."

"I am a football player with an engineering degree. Couldn't be worse preparation for being a landlord."

She had a marvelous low laugh. "Well, I expect all you have to do is hunch those shoulders, make a threatening noise, and most problems go away."

"I suppose the twins told you what they call me."

"Yes. It's very funny, but I wasn't going to tease you about it. I'll bet girls who tease you get in trouble..."

"Especially if they are named Beth."

We were leaning against a tree near the bar. 

"I was told to be nice to you because you have had a spot of man trouble."

She batted her eyes and asked, "Does being nice include a kiss?"

I moved forward, "Kissing you could cause trouble in my life..."

Her lips were soft and warm and eager for the kiss, which lasted a lot longer than it should have. Over Beth's shoulder, I saw Sharon coming our way, but stop and reverse course, laughing.

"Kissing you is causing instant trouble in MY life. That was too hot for words..."

"Coaches have to be tough and keep their emotions under control."

"I was wondering..." She hesitated, "This is very forward of me, but the girls have stories about how different you are to be around than other guys. I majored in Psychology and thought I was going to be an analyst, but coaching and writing got in the way. Do you suppose I could interview you?"

Someone was at the bar, and I said I would be right back. Before I could, she whispered at my side, "I have to organize the girls for their routines. Ok to talk later?"

With others, I was moving inside to watch the gymnasts when a voice next to me said, "I wish I had had a watch on you. That couldn't have been more than five minutes from hello to first kiss."

I squeezed her hand. "You said I had an open field. An open football field. She wants to interview me."

"You devil! This is too awful for words." She went off giggling wildly.

There was a crowd still in the living room, looking at the beautiful plans. "Can you believe it? Maggie and Sharon each get a floor of their own. With a view of the Campanile."

The couple were shaking their heads in admiration and I said hello. They were parents of one of the gymnasts and lived in El Cerrito. "My gosh, you must be the new landlord, Scott."

I acknowledged that and asked if they needed a drink or one of the sandwiches.

"No. Thank you very much. Our daughter is green about the practice room you fixed up for the Poitier sisters. Wants to know when that happens at our house!"

I was trying to apologize when he clapped me on the back and said, "Hey! You are a miracle worker. You see all these bodies scurrying around? They are on cloud nine. Beth told us she has never seen such team spirit and commitment to workouts."

"Um, I'm not sure what to say, except Aimee and Adrienne are really special women. They carry the whole house some days."

We made our way upstairs, where the crowd was lining the walls three deep and Beth had her team lined up and looking fantastic.

"Thank you Maggie and Scott for this marvelous afternoon, and thank you to all the guests for coming. We will do some routines that will show how well the girls are doing so far. We have a meet in two weeks, and their workouts are better everyday."

Beth didn't know it, but the twins had me lined up for the finale. I was in a black turtleneck and my black jeans. The gymnasts were in crimson and white leotards. When the regular routines were over, Aimee spoke to the crowd, "In honor of our fine workout space in this historic house, we have a finale using our incredible landlord, Scott Anderson."

There followed a wild five minutes in which my body was assaulted from every direction by flying bodies. I was somersaulted off, pyramided on, and made a living architecture of eight women at once. At the end, every team member was part of a star formation on my head, shoulders and hips.

The applause was deafening in the room. I held hands with the girls and we all bowed properly. The team was on a complete high, shouting and bouncing off each other and me, too. Two of the seniors propositioned me to go home with them, and got a kiss for their trouble. The twins grabbed my hand, "Scott, come with us before you get in more trouble!"

They whispered in my ear. "Ask Beth to stay for dinner. Maggie and Sharon say it is ok."

I caught up with the coach, who was talking to excited parents, and making sure they were invited to meets. I gave her my dark stare and come hither jerk of my head as I passed by on my way to the bar.

I finished serving up several beers for people who promised they weren't driving by the time she was whispering behind me, "Do you want a job as assistant coach? It's yours after that last routine."

I squeezed her hand and asked, "Why don't you stay for dinner and we can talk coaching?"

I declared drink time over and she helped break down the table and empty bowls of ice. With the coast clear, she backed me up to the same tree as before and pressed most of the slender body against mine. "I've found you out. You give a girl a dark look, and a sweet kiss, and she is yours."

I tried another sweet kiss and found her arms around me again. This time, I let my hands massage the tight rear and hold it to me. There was no disguising what the kiss was doing. 

The twins, freshly showered, dashed up, saying "Beth! you can't have him out here in public. That is for later. Come to dinner."

Little circles of friends and friends of friends were scattered around, using paper plates and digging into a giant salad and leftover sandwiches. I circulated with beer, wine and soda.

Michelle and Melody were sitting with Beth and Sharon, so I deliberately found Nancy and Valerie to join. After a bite or two, I said, "That's first class work on those plans. If they go in with the application, the Planning Department won't know what hit them."

"I was telling Valerie I occasionally get commissions for drawings to support an executive presentation and asking if she would like to help. For pay, of course."

The shyest of the tenants was blushing and glancing at me from under her eyebrows.

"You are going over my knee."

Nancy looked surprised, "Why is that? She is an excellent artist."

"And won't admit it. You should see the work she has done in just a few days on my project schedules and exhibits."

Nancy leaned over and whispered, "The Brute. He makes us both cry."

"That's it. As soon as the crowd clears, I'm taking you both upstairs..."

(cont'd in Ch 6 - Coach is the Newest Tenant)



Renting a Room Ch. 06



Coach is the Newest Tenant

The Housewarming Party was winding down. I gathered plates and cups and went around the room telling anyone trying to get up that they were strictly to stay where they were. I did clearing as Maggie did ice cream and I prepared a tray of toppings. No one turned down their sundae, although some wanted to know if I came along with dessert. 

When I delivered to the clutch of Sharon, Michelle, Melody and Beth, Sharon said, "Beth's car is out of gas and I told her she should sleepover. She wants to know if the landlord will permit it?"

Even a big football player wilts under the assault of four pairs of intent eyeballs daring me to make trouble. "I'm sure we can find a futon and a quiet corner," I responded.

Melody said, "Actually, Sharon has invited us to share your bed. Of course, you could take the futon..."

I did a low growl and continued on my rounds. Limp bodies were slowly making their way to the door, with gracious thank you's. The tenants and assorted extras were lying on cushions with eyes closed. I wondered if they thought the landlord was going to carry them to bed. 

I flopped next to Beth and said, "You wanted to talk about coaching."

She instantly curled into me, facing the others, and said, "They have given me all your secrets. I insist on equal treatment. It is only fair for the woman who is struggling to coach your tenants."

Michelle leaned on my side and said, "I am a new assistant coach. Beth found out I was staying longer and asked me to provide dancing lessons to improve the floor routines."

Melody said, "I'm a coach because I promised to give a lecture on tenant rights."

Sharon grabbed my head to her chest and announced, "It's settled then. He has agreed this will be a site for team coaches as well as gymnasts."

I made my nastiest grrr noise and asked, "When have the compatibility tests been scheduled?"

Beth was shaking a little as my teeth attacked the back of her neck and her ears. "Test? I thought I left tests behind when I got my diploma."

Michelle said, "You will like the test, Beth. It is scheduled at your convenience, any time between midnight and two am."

Melody added, "He even provides lotion. All you have to do is bring yourself. Your totally bare self."

Beth was tight in my arms. "You are not kidding, are you?"

"No, we've all had to go through it, and we are still here, smiling. Mostly."

She pushed me on my back and lay on top. Her lips brushed mine and she said, "This is like rush week? I'm being initiated?"

Saying nothing but making low male noises, I mounted the stairs, her body on my shoulder, telling the others, "She and I have to talk. You may visit in an hour."

The room was almost dark as I removed her clothes, dropping my own in the process. Her feet resisted as we approached the bed, "I'm not supposed to be worried?"

"Start talking about coaching. What do you want to know?"

She was tongue tied as I arranged us with her body sitting surrounded by mine. She could feel my big hard cock against her spine. "Um, do we have to be this... Well, I mean... intimate?"

My tongue found her neck and ear, "Are you afraid of your own body? A coach who has spent years preaching and following hard training discipline?"

She shivered and spoke up. "They're right. You are a terrible threat. You know I am scared of that big thing rubbing against my rear. Rubbing and scrambling my brain..."

"Answer my question, woman. You wanted an interview."

She leaned back and I took that as a signal to find the plump breasts with my large hands. My thumbs massaged her steepled tips and she shuddered.

"Damn, how is this going to work? They warned me about orgasms."

"What did they say?"

"They said orgasms with you couldn't be denied, no matter how hard I tried." 

The body in my arms was shaking and twitching. I reached down and rubbed the front of her pussy gently.

She fell forward out of my arms and spread her legs as wide as she could. Very softly, she said, "I guess there won't be any interview until I know what they are talking about."

My cock rested carefully at her entrance. She flexed upward slightly and felt it begin to penetrate. 

"We don't have to do this. We can take a cold shower, get into clothes and sit in armchairs downstairs..."

Beth made a desperate low noise and coupled us fiercely. "Fuck me, bastard!"

She had all kinds of tension saved up. The underused cunt wanted what I was providing. The emotions abused by the cheating husband overflowed into a string of oaths and curses. The energy released by the events of the day and her fine team performance went into thrashing limbs and heaving pelvis.

It took minutes to flush out but finally she screamed into a monumental climax and collapsed.

I was sitting next to her when the door opened and bodies filed in, sitting on the edge of the bed and extending warm hands. 

"It sounded like he was murdering you."

She opened her wet eyes and smiled. "He was. He was murdering every damn bad thing in me."

"Scott, go find Maggie. This one is done for the night. We will work on her. She can talk to you in the morning. "

I crept into Maggie's room and discovered Michelle already in place, looking over grandmother's back at me with dark eyes. I sat on the floor next to the bed. They took turns pulling on my hair and applying kisses. "He could make money on the side fixing women."

I crawled into the narrow bed, arranging them half across me, my tongue seeking kisses. The earlier screams from my room had them hot too, their hips working on my legs.

"Scott, you have these limitless reserves of energy. It completely overwhelms your women."

"Do I get to stay here with my experienced lovers?"

"You are being nice, not calling us older women."

"Yes, my older women with their magic cunts..."

They were kind enough to let me slip away into sleep.

In the morning, an almost naked Sharon was putting down a breakfast tray when my eyes opened. She was a vision in crimson bikini briefs and bare, rosy tits. Tits that I got to lick as she hovered for a kiss from each of us. 

"I see you took the monster into your bed."

My hand reached out and shoved her under the cover. The pile was now really a crowd, but several pairs of hands were molesting the trim body. "We thought you had him under control. That poor coach!"

"Poor coach my... Do you know what she said this morning? She wanted to know how much she had to pay to stay here!"

I sat up and peeled the briefs down, exposing an attackable butt. My slaps were soft. "You let me have her until noon. I have some ideas. Ideas NOT involving more sex. At least not right now."

Sharon was squirming and making little noises. Michelle said, "She wants you. We will go to the shower."

"I have ideas for her too. They don't require sex at the moment, either."

I walked out, eyes wide behind me.

The morning was cool and crisp. The Berkeley fog was absent. The warm plate in front of me on the patio table was piled with soft scrambled eggs, ham, and an English muffin. My silence, soaking up the slanting sun, kept others quiet. Nancy was across from me, looking luscious and professional at the same time. No bra and breasts proudly poking out the front of the tee. Hair carefully brushed and tied back. A hint of makeup and lip gloss. I smiled and gave her a dark look, staying silent. She smiled back and gave me the finger. I almost laughed out loud. A rejuvenated woman for sure.

Beth was bussing dishes and stopped behind me. "We can still talk?"

"Yes, out here in thirty minutes."

Everyone helped with the morning cleanup and went off to chase homework. Valerie said she would attack more spreadsheets as soon as she could. Maggie captured Nancy for more talk about the addition.

Beth and I stood on the patio, hands faintly touching. "Where do you want me?" Her eyes were red and puffy. 

I picked up one of the loungers and took it behind the hedge, but still in the sun. I sat down and pointed to a place between my legs. She hesitated, and carefully reclined with head on my leg, eyes closed.

It was obviously my lead. She had given herself up to the aggressive male last night. No telling what thoughts were still ricocheting around this morning.

"Yesterday, you started filling me in. You love coaching, but it is a lousy living. You like guys, but marrying Joe was a bad idea and you're still wondering how you could have been so wrong. You are smart enough to know you should get a graduate degree, but you have a love-hate feeling about clinical psychology..."

Her eyes were still closed, but her hand was above her head, looking for mine. Both of my paws squeezed hers and I kissed the knuckles.

"Maybe you need to do an exercise. A Beth blank slate exercise. What if you could go anywhere and do anything you wanted?"

"You don't get to help?"

"I'm just the guy who fucked you senseless last night and left you crying."

After a few moments of silence, she said, "I had to do this once for a senior psychology seminar. The problem is that your mind seizes on bits and pieces of all the beautiful and exciting things you have encountered or read about in your young life. You are too naive to realize that assembling the perfect collage of your future life is a dream. Just a dream."

I toyed with her hair, eyes closed, and soaked up more sun.

This time, it was her hands taking one of mine to her mouth, where fingers were licked and bitten.

"You realize having me in the midst of all these other women has my brain more scrambled than before?"

"Sleeping with them was supposed to fix that. What about the twins squirming in your arms and biting your tits?"

That got my finger sucked harder. Her head rocked in my crotch. "They said it was ok to be dark and moody. That maybe I could make something out of you they couldn't."

An hour later, I had a daypack full of lunch on my back and we were hiking in Tilden Park. I had expected static at home and got none. There was a female plot afoot.

"Say something dark and moody."

"The rest of them are worried about you and Sharon."

"I thought we were talking about coaching and your unsatisfactory existence."

"You threw me a terrible curve last night. Before I came to the party, my image was of a big smart former football player who ran a nice rooming house. Those little devils never let on until yesterday that they have been in your bed since the beginning.

"Meeting you was like having a tidal wave crash over me. The instant attraction. The instant awareness that sex permeated the entire place. It is like a drug."

She stopped and let me walk into her. The lips were soft. "You're the one making a collage. You've layered on compliments about my coaching. You've energized my girls like no one else. You've definitely opened me up about my sex life..."

"That's not dark and moody."

Her knee was swift into my crotch. I swung her over my shoulder and continued up the trail, looking for a place to sit. My hand was busy on her behind, and elsewhere.

I went down in a rare patch of grass and allowed her to lie on top. Her eyes were closed but she was wiggling.

"What if we found a place for you in the house, and you became the resident motivational expert? Dig into dark corners and ferret out things that need to be fixed, or changed, or eliminated?"

The knee was back in my crotch. "That's damn serious business!"

"Yeah, but you are attracted to what analysts do. Analysts fix people, don't they?"

She sat up, eyes flashing, and said, "Feed me a sandwich. You are using my coaching experience as a lever to get me into helping others."

She paused while I spread out the lunch. I poked her in the ribs. "You wouldn't be risking everything by hanging out with us for a while. You are tougher than you look."

Another long pause while she munched on a sandwich, eyes on me and then darting away. I opened a beer to share.

"You have to agree to work out with me."

"What about a strength machine in the front room?"

"You are too strong already." She laughed and punched in my direction, not landing her fist.

I changed the conversation, but she wanted to know about Emily and the retreat.

"I haven't agreed, but maybe it would be fun. Valerie and Sharon are all over me about keeping her happy. She pulls a lot of weight in the department."

"Happy as in your bed?

"She kissed me and I asked her if she was getting enough loving. She said none."

I added, "Come to think of it, you could work on me. See if you can fix whatever it is that is attracting women."

She leaned on my chest and whispered, "I want to go somewhere and fuck. This is too public."

I gathered up the lunch, laughing. "I thought you said I ruined you last night."

"I am going to ruin you if I get teased anymore. I guess we've had the serious conversation and I am signed up as the newest tenant? Did I ever have any choice?"

We started down the path to the car. "Well, the twins did whisper in my ear about your fine mind and your fine body. They giggled a lot. I bet they were after you this morning, weren't they?"

"Those two are oversexed for sure. I suppose you do them both at once?" Her eyes were laughing at me.

When we drove up to the front of the house, she asked, "You are not taking me someplace private?"

"Privacy is not required." She resisted, but I tossed her over my shoulder, which she was finding a familiar way to travel, and went straight up the stairs to my bedroom. "You can't! They will come and watch."

She was still protesting loudly when our clothes hit the floor. Protesting enough to bring out my football instincts, which resulted in her against the wall, squirming on the end of my big stiff cock. She screamed and I knew there would be others in a second.

Melody and Michelle came running in. "Oh my god, what now?"

Her hands beat futilely on my back. "I asked him to take us somewhere for a nice private fuck, and look at what I get!"

I laughed evilly and gave her two more thrusts hard against the wall, which brought more screams. "Don't mind her, she is a little unbalanced because I said she was the newest tenant and in charge of motivational therapy."

She lowered her voice. "Please. Be kind and at least take me to the bed."

The others said, "Yes, take her to the bed. We want to hear more."

Soon, the bed was festooned with bodies, mostly in underwear, but some without even that. Beth was sitting up on my cock, squeezing me and glaring. The twins were everywhere at once. "Oh, this is such fun. Our coach will be here all the time."

Michelle had her bra off, sitting behind Beth and rubbing her tits into the new tenant's back. "Beth dear, does your therapy involve sex?"

Coach pulled the dancer over her shoulder and had her planted on my cock in a moment. "Yes. Check him out. You are in charge of Kama Sutra lessons!"

That brought the house down. "Yes, Maman! Special yoga lessons. We will do handstands and he can take us."

I sat up and turned her around, as I had the first time, making a nest of our arms and legs. The tight muscular body felt good. She twitched and wiggled. "Damn you. Making me have sex in front of my daughters."

Aimee and Adrienne had her arms, dragging toward the door. Nodding at Beth, they said, "Come with us. She needs therapy."

The howls and wails of girl sex echoed down the hall. Melody was in my arms, sans panties, and asking if there was some Papa Bear therapy for her. She couldn't see them, but Sharon and Valerie were in the doorway, smiling and mouthing, "Yes!"

I arranged her with pillows elevating her chest and head, my revived cock slowly advancing across the sheet toward the moist and very open sex. Clapping started and she looked up at her audience. "Oh no, not like the first time again!"

She hadn't finished her complaint when I was fully speared into my target. She was tight and slippery and full of abuse. "Damn, you are so rude! No one gets any privacy. We have to take your horrible cock and lose our minds and just let go!"

Which she did, yanking as hard as she could on my hair.

The audience threw a damp towel at us and undressed. "You don't think she is last, do you?"

"No, you can't. He is mine for the rest of the afternoon!" 

I jumped off the bed to use the bathroom while they let off steam. When I came back, two ready pussies were peering out at me from between legs that had Melody under them. I assumed the required position and drove hard into another yielding, welcoming cunt. 

Sharon had diverted me into the artist's sex, saving whatever was left for herself. I slapped Valerie's behind and drove harder. She howled and threatened retribution. We beat on each other and laughed hysterically. I pulled her on top and whispered, "Truce?"

Sharon sat calmly at our side, poking ribs and pinching tender spots. "The two of you had better be discreet around the office. Bosses are not supposed to screw the help!"

"I already told Scott he can stuff that job if it means giving up sex with him!"

"You are violent today, Valerie, what is going on?" Sharon insinuated herself between us and licked me to see if there was life left.

"It's his fault. He brings his latest conquest back from a picnic in the park and announces she is responsible for motivational therapy! Have you ever heard of anything crazier? The twins and their mother have her in their room applying torture this minute. Let's go see."

Sharon started to complain, but I picked her up in my arms and silenced her voice with a demanding kiss. When we got to the twin's room, we found four naked female bodies sitting in a circle holding hands with their eyes closed. 

We were creeping back out when Beth said, "Join the circle."

Michelle and Aimee opened a place, and the circle grew to seven.

After a minute of silence, Beth said, "When you have banished all trivial thoughts from your mind, I want you to concentrate on two things. First, what problem in your life bugs you the most? Second, what can the group of people living together in this house help you to do about it?" In five minutes, we are going around the circle and each of you will share your answer to number one. After that, we will share the answer to number two with each other, going in reverse order. Please preserve the silence of the circle until we start the presentations, and do not say anything other than your two answers."

This was heavy stuff. The new tenant was earning her keep already. Sharon and Valerie were squeezing my hand really hard. I opened my eyes a tiny slit and saw the others were following Beth's instructions. Stiff and tense, but following orders. 

I quickly realized that one male with six females was a bad mix for those questions, especially since he was the landlord. I kissed both hands I was holding and made a silent exit, closing the door behind me.

Maggie, who had been visiting with some department friends, was in the kitchen and got a hug and kiss. She asked, "Where is everyone?"

"Beth has them sitting in a naked circle, working through some motivational therapy. I decided the landlord should absent himself."

"Is she going to stay here?"

"Yes, we went to the park for a hike and I did some motivating myself to get her out of a dark and moody funk."

"You had more sex after last night?"

"She asked me to take her someplace private for a fuck. Was mad when she ended up naked in my bed again, with an audience."

"You are going to get in trouble one of these days, treating women like that." Maggie had me pressed against the counter, her head on my shoulder.

"I know. I have you to apply punishment when needed." Her body wiggled and I wrapped hands around her behind. 

"The house mother is flying to Medford tomorrow. Will you take me to the airport?"




Renting a Room Ch. 06



"You are leaving me to the untender mercy of the Valkyries?"

"It's for the good of our house project."

"I don't know about hanging out with you. A fiancee, a house full of beautiful women, a new job, hot sex..."

We were holding each other tight when Sharon walked in, red eyed. "You've got a bunch of teary women. We need to give them TLC and a nice dinner."

"I thought that was a little heavy for a first session."

She eased Maggie to one side and pounded on my chest. "Happy tears, damn you. By the end, she had us yelling "One for all, all for one."

In half an hour, the kitchen was full of fixed up bodies in dresses, smiling with grim determination. I hurried to fix drinks to take the edge off.

"You may go and put decent clothes on. We are having an afterparty."

I followed Maggie to the shower. 

"Hurry and fix me up. I'm on the horny side of loving you."

We did a soapy slither and she decided to have me right there. A fit woman exercising her libido, spouting a steady stream of comments about my manhood and why wasn't she coming yet. I took this for a minute or so and turned around to deliver the series of lifting up thrusts that had her off her feet, wrapping her legs around my waist, and losing it in a series of quiet little moans and squeezes.

"There! Do you like that?"

She wouldn't release her legs and insisted we walk down the hall, trying to use towels, and flopping on her bed in a damp mess. Eventually, she sat up and dried off. "I could find happy tears too, grandson. Don't you do anything to mess up this place while I am gone..."

Dinner started out slow, but warmed up steadily. We had to put an extra leaf in the dining table because adding Beth meant ten people for dinner. One end of the table was talking gymnastics, and the other was talking about my job, getting the project off the ground, what to do about Emily and her invitation to the lake, and Maggie's impending departure.

I took a sip of the nice red wine and marveled at the magic extended family that had assembled itself over several weeks. Heads nodding, smiling, laughing. Sharon giving me a 'You're mine!' glance.

Maggie looked across the table, eyes dark, a faint smile on her face. She didn't say it, but I could tell a little voice was congratulating her on the success of the house renting idea.

Now it was up to grandson Scott to keep it all going.