9 comments/ 2634 views/ 20 favorites Rod's Quest Ch. 04 By: GrandTeton Day 108 It was another early morning. Looked like it was going to be a beautiful day. Birds were singing outside the open window. The air had thrown off the cool of the night and was warm and comfortable. It would probably be hot later. There was a touch of a breeze that just moved the curtains slightly. The sun was not yet high enough to shine through the window, but it would hit in about an hour. The sky was blue and inviting. There were one or two clouds, accents added to make the blue more vibrant. The trees sighed lightly as their branches waved just a touch in the light breeze. A squirrel leaped from branch to branch in search of food. June stirred against Rod's strong body. Her long legs turned into Rod's. She arched her back, thrusting her beautiful breasts forward. Rod, already awake, turned to her. His lips met her lips, caressing softly. June pressed into the kiss. Her tongue thrust into his mouth, demanding attention. His tongue battled back, surged into her mouth to claim partial victory. As if of their own will, his hands crept over her soft skin, sneaking up the slopes of her breasts until they captured her erect nipples. He flicked lightly, eliciting a soft moan. June's hands dropped between his legs. They caressed his balls, wrapped themselves around his penis, stroked to its head. One hand continued to stroke his penis, the other carefully juggled his balls. He was aroused and she made him more so, but carefully. She wanted more this morning. Rod stirred carefully to enjoy June more fully. Amy was asleep on his other side. That was an exquisite feeling, her pert breasts poking into his back, her pelvis thrust into his bum, a little tickle from her sparse pubic hair on his rear cheeks, her legs tangled with the backs of his. He dropped his head to breathe heavily on June's breasts. One hand slowly caressed a breast as his tongue caressed the other. The other hand dropped down to begin a slow peregrination across her belly, dipping into her navel, trekking through the small forest of her pubic hairs, each finger touching with just a bit different pressure. He gradually worked his way along her labia, then used his thumb to start caressing her lips. He moved on by feel to catch her clitoris with a quick bump and then ran away. One finger, then two, slipped into her wet vagina. Her moan greeted his as she flicked the head of his penis again. "Roddie, I want you in me this morning." They had not enjoyed other than oral sex, at least in the light, since Amy had come to live with them five days before. June wasn't starved for attention. She wasn't starved for penetration, either. They had early decided that if they coupled in the dark, Amy could deal with it as she chose. If she couldn't see them she could pretend nothing was going on. Up to that morning Amy had chosen to ignore them. "But Amy . . ." Rod objected. "She's asleep," June lied cheerfully. She'd seen the blue eyes open, peer at what was going on and pretend to close. There was too much flutter. Amy was watching hungrily through her lashes. "Come on, Roddie. Let's make mad passionate love." Rod held his position, using his strength to pull June to him. They kissed and fondled. She loosed his penis when he went for her breasts, again. She pulled his bum into her. He rolled over her, leaving Amy behind. He raised his hips and sought her core. June guided him into her. He slid into the moist tunnel of her vagina, edging in to prevent chafing, pulling back a little, allowing her to lubricate him, then thrusting into her as far as he could. Rod angled his penetration to increase the impact of his movements on her most sensitive parts, days of practice paying off as he roused her. He thrust strongly but not fiercely, steadily, deep and deep and deep. Her reactions started to show an approaching orgasm. "Roddie, I'm coming. Come with me Roddie!" June tipped over the edge and started her climax. The tightening of her vaginal walls tipped Rod over as well. He exhaled sharply. He shot sperm into her. She writhed in sweet agony, "Roddie, Roddie, Roddie, oh I do love you, Roddie. That was so good, just wonderful." "June, you are so marvelous. I love you so much. You are just perfect." A small voice whispered beside them "Oh my, oh my, oh my. You two are so incredible together. That was the most loving act I've ever seen." Roddie extended his arms and gathered Amy into their loving embrace. It had been a loving for all of them. ******** Day 110 The three of them - Rod, June and Amy - were once more curled up naked in Rod's bed. The morning sun had been up for a time, but it was still reasonably early. Rod regarded his women with a possessive eye, something he would never have dared had they been awake. To his left was the lankiness of June, one arm over his shoulders, a sweet breast pushed into his arm, her firm ass jutting up just enough to drool over. Her long, well-turned legs had kicked free of the covers and aligned themselves with his. On the other side was the tininess of Amy, her teacup breasts shoved into his back, her head cuddled into his neck, her fine legs attached to his. Could any man be so lucky? He reached his hands to caress each of the two finest asses in the known universe. The two women stirred, waking together. June came awake quickly. Amy was slower to come fully awake. She nuzzled into Rod for a moment before coming fully to her senses. "Let's do it," June whispered to Rod. "Gonna take patience, and I'll help, and it will be so good for her. I'll enjoy it and you'll love it. Take your time. Take a lot of time so she wants it. OK?" So, June had decided it was time to make love to Amy, to invite her to join in the joy the other two had found in sexual sharing. Not that Amy had been a completely asexual companion in their nightly romps. She had learned to enjoy bodily contact. She felt free to assist June in arousing Rod's libido. She would suck cock, she enjoyed being eaten (by both Rod and June) and she had found she also enjoyed eating pussy and suckling nipples. June thought she had developed enough confidence in herself and them that she could enjoy sexual congress. Amy had been coming back to her old self awfully quickly since she'd moved in with them permanently. June hoped that this morning might complete Amy's healing. June knew her mother was probably around the house. She also knew her mother, who would never say so, was quite aware of what was going on with the three of them (with two beds unslept in, night after night, it was pretty obvious) and, in a way, approved. Or at least accepted the necessity. Rod hugged Amy to him. He was rousing quickly. He held her small form in his arms, and then his hands started to wander. One hand floated down, caressing the curve of her incredible ass. Small, like the rest of her, it was enchantingly curved, and fit her so well. His other hand moved to cup a breast. The smoothness of her skin and the yielding firmness of her tit aroused him even more. Sure she had small breasts. She was a small girl. But there was plenty for him. His hand roamed over her nipple, feeling it rouse. Rod reluctantly left off caressing the beautiful smoothness of her bottom and let his other hand migrate, fingers fluttering over her skin, to her other breast. He now had two precious globes with little pink stand up nipples in his hands. Amy leaned into him, humming happily, and kissed him long and lingeringly. Her hands reached to stroke his back and the cheeks of his ass. Her tongue delved deep into his mouth, stroking his tongue, the interior of his cheeks, his teeth. She welcomed the thrust of his own tongue in her mouth. Their tongues made love to each other. Their passions flared as they expressed their love for each other in a tender exchange of caresses. Rod was so inflamed he wanted to ram his tongue down her throat. He wanted to possess every part of her. He groaned with the effort to hold back, to make it perfect for her, to subordinate his lusts to her pleasure. June stayed with them, caressing them both impartially, assuring them of her presence, comfort, agreement and love. One hand ran lightly down Rod's side. The other dropped down Amy's back to the curve of her buttocks. "Does June think I'm ready, then?" Amy asked. "I want. Rod, I want you in me. I want to have all of you inside. What I don't know is whether I can stand it. Don't hate me if I can't, Roddie. Please don't." "We thought we'd give you the choice, sweetheart," Rod replied. "I would love to make long passionate love to you. You are so sweet, so tender, so desirable, so beautiful, so wonderful. We can do it if you want to. We can go as far as you want to go. We will stop when you think we have to, or when you want to. Whatever that might be. You're in control, Cap'n." Amy giggled. June reassured her that if Rod didn't stop when Amy indicated, June would deal with it, painfully (at least for Rod). "Let's try." Rod returned his attention to Amy's breasts. He could never get enough of them, he thought. One hand slipped down to her centre as his mouth replaced one hand at her left breast. His mouth licked and sucked at each breast alternately. Amy leaned back against June's warmth, rapt in the attention. Rod drew the fingers of his free hand up and down Amy's labia, first up one side and then down the other, starting at the outer edges and gradually moving into her centre, fingers as light as feathers. Amy groaned, caught up in the sensation. His fingers slid by her clitoris, noticed the small bud and returned to caress it, flick it into life, then wandered off deeper into her. She gasped. June held Amy's hand comfortingly, reassuringly. With her other hand she fondled Amy's body, absorbing the feel of her and conveying her love at the same time. Amy felt secure, loved, trusting, wanted. June pressed her body closer. Amy's passions slowly climbed. "Now, Roddie. Now." Rod continued his slow stroking, ignoring her plea. She wasn't ready yet. Her juices flowed, increasing the lubrication inside her vagina. He slipped in a finger. First he eased it in to the first knuckle, then the second. Amy had hesitated a moment, so briefly he'd almost missed it, and then accepted his probing digit. He inserted a second into her tight passage, never entered in love before. He slowly eased them in and out. "C'mon, Roddie, fuck me!" "No, dear, I'm making love to you. Fucking is for another time, for playing. This morning we are making love." Rod's fingers probed gently. One found her most sensitive spot. "Oh, Roddie, that's so good. So good." Rod continued to caress, to probe. His mouth fondled her breasts. He started thumbing her clitoris. Amy came quickly, almost without warning, her juices flowing over his fingers. Rod's mouth reluctantly left Amy's breasts. Trailing little butterfly kisses across the skin of her chest, the slight swell of her stomach, dipping into the sweetness of her navel, curling around the light down of her pubic hairs, and down to the core of her sexuality. June added to the attack on her senses. She kissed Amy lovingly, then proceeded to love Amy's breasts herself. Her hands roamed over Amy's body. Now and again June's hands wandered to Rod or his hands to her, enough to remind each other of their warm presence, but not distracting from the main mission, the arousal of Amy's passions in an aura of love. Amy sought Rod, her hands reaching down to take his penis, missing at first, then Rod shifted to give her access. She stroked and fondled him, glorying in the hardness she had created. She flicked the tip of his cock lightly, ran her nails down the sides, caressed the sensitive skin under the head, fondled his balls, now shrunk up into his scrotum. "Careful, darling, you want to leave me able to pleasure you." Rod's mouth and tongue focused on her vaginal area. His lips and tongue played over her labia just as his fingers had done a few minutes before. He pressed his tongue deep into her. He pulled back and licked her clitoris, wandering off again to kiss and lick her labia, following up with another dive into her, rising slightly to again attack her clitoris. He centred his attention there and she came again, this time with more warning. Amy's legs gripped his head hard, her hand pushed him further into her, her hips thrust upward. "Oh ah ooo ooo. I've never come like that in my life. Rod, come in me. It's so wonderful. Please, please." June took Rod's penis, which Amy had dropped in her own ecstasy, and signaled go on by swiftly unrolling a condom over his erection. He flinched slightly at the coolness on his heated emotions. Amy had been cleared of any disease, but prevention of pregnancy was critical. She had already proved to be all too fertile. Rod eased himself down beside Amy and slid over on to his back He kissed her and then helped her to straddle him. June put an arm out to help Amy balance. She raised herself on her knees and pushed up a bit. June held Rod's cock at the gateway to Amy's vagina, then slid it in the least amount, slowly parting her labia. Rod helped Amy stay up, limiting the force of gravity to keep from thrusting too quickly. Amy slowly acclimatized herself to this new feeling. All three were aware that for Amy this was new territory. She had never been entered with love before. There had been a horrible, similar but different, experience less than four months ago. Less than two weeks ago she had been threatened with a second, equally violent, rape. Rod and June both worked to emphasize the difference love could make. "Take it easy, Cap'n," Rod joked. "I hope it's not sore, but it's certainly tight. Just ease in. Get used to the feel. Try a little more when you're ready for it. You're certainly juicy enough. Just let it slide. We can go faster, later." "It feels good, Rod. I'm going very slowly. I'm stretching to fit. It's a wonderful fit. I see why you wanted me to experience it. Oh, Rod, it's so good, so good." Another minute, another inch. Amy was making sure she enjoyed the experience. "Rod, am I going too slowly for you? I don't want to hold you on the edge for ages. I want you to enjoy this as much as I am. Should I go faster?" "You're the boss, Amy. You go at your speed. It's no good for me if I think you are hurting yourself. Oh, Amy, it's wonderful. Just slip in a little at a time. I'm really loving it. The fit is just right. I could do this all day." Amy continued to ease down. Her tight walls accepted Rod, massaged him, closed on him. It was like a cuddle with more sensation. Quite a lot more sensation, he was finding. He had no trouble staying hard. As Amy hovered over him he shifted his grip upwards from her waist to just under her armpits, where he could extend his thumbs to flick her nipples. Amy gasped. In a few minutes Amy had accepted all of him, and he had bottomed out. His balls met her labia and his pubic hair mingled with hers. Next Amy pulled up until she almost lost him. June reached for Rod, Rod pushed up and Amy dropped just enough to catch the head of his cock and keep it in her. "Don't want to lose that now," she panted. "Too much work to get this far and lose it. I think now we are getting to the fun part." With that comment, she dropped fast, reclaiming at least half Rod's length. A couple more pushes and he was bottomed out again. "Roddie, is this more fun for me because I'm not a real virgin?" "Maybe. There's no hymen to tear. Not having been a female virgin, I'm not an expert on the subject. Besides, sweetheart, you are a love virgin. This is truly your very first time, with love." June piped up, "The first time can be really rough if you don't have someone considerate and hopefully experienced. Too often the guy just wants to get his rocks off, and maybe notch up a score. I was lucky, my first time was really considerate. Nice, but not near the caring Roddie has been showing this morning." "I suppose it really doesn't matter," Amy concluded. "This is pretty darned wonderful." Amy started to increase her speed. She rose and fell on Rod faster and faster. At June's signal, Rod began to thrust upwards to meet her. They began to meet with more and more force. Rod changed his angle of penetration just a touch. He was exploring for what pleased Amy most. "Ahh." He'd found something good. June freed a hand and applied it to massaging Amy's clit. Amy might have done the same but she was resting a lot of her weight on her own hands, trying to maintain her rhythm. Rod could tell Amy was getting close again. Her vagina walls were grabbing him tighter and tighter. He hit his long-delayed peak and let fire. Amy felt the throbbing release and it was just enough extra stimulation to push her over. She climaxed too. "Wahoo," she screamed. "Roddie, I love you, I love you. I love you, June. This has been the most fantastic experience in my life." "I love you, too, Amy." Rod and June chorussed. "You were great, sweetheart, it was really great," Rod added. Rod soon deflated and slid out. Amy made a small moue of disappointment, then laughed. They curled up for a group cuddle. A light knock sounded on the door. "Could you keep it down in there, you're scaring the birds. Do I take it that the cure has been effected?" "Yes, Momma Joan," Amy sang out. "And did it ever work well!" ********** Day 135 June came to wake Rod up fairly late that morning. There was a glow about her. She was bubbling with happiness. "Roddie," she began, a little tentatively, at least for her. "I've got some really good news. Well, I think it's great, so I hope you do, too." "Mmmrmphf," Rod answered wittily. "Roddie, I'm pregnant! We're going to have a baby!" "I thought you were on the pill. Haven't you been on the pill since sixteen or something?" "Seventeen, when Mom thought she'd better take care of a certain look in my eye she recognized from her own youth. Not that I did anything until after my eighteenth birthday, but at least my protection was well-established. Well, Roddie, after that disaster I figured I was never going to have sex with a man ever again." She actually giggled. "So, I stopped taking the pill. Haven't had one in four months. What we've been doing qualifies as practice for making babies." She shrugged. "And it looks like we've made one. Oh I hope she looks like you! Tell me, Roddie, are you as happy as I am?" "Hey June," Rod started. At least he'd waked up fast. "Um, um, I have to be happy with anything that makes you so happy." There, he got the first bit out. He was scared shitless, of course. Couldn't let June know that. But a certain something fed his pride. He and June were making another person. Maybe that was the ultimate cure. "I guess I am really pleased. Looks like we're bringing on the next generation. I admit I'm a little worried about how people are going to react, especially Mom." Yeah, he worried about what Mom would think. Being thrown out of the house on his ear was probably the best he could hope for. Mom wouldn't kill him, though. She knew too many ways to make you hurt. For a very long time. What had he got himself into, now? "It's just hit me that now I'm responsible for two people, you and the little one. You can't know it's a girl." "Oh, but Roddie, I really want her to be a girl. I hope you do, too." "I just hope I can feed her. June, I really am happy. You know I worry about things. Do you know what else I am, in addition to happy? I'm horny." He grabbed her. June beamed. ********** The fearsome task of telling their mother turned out to be easier, and harder, than they expected. It was a Saturday morning. They found Joan in the sunroom finishing her breakfast coffee with Amy. "Will it be safer if Amy is there?" Rod consulted June.