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                              Every Summer
                             by Dual Writer

Copyright© 2007 by Dual Writer


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Description: While on a summer vacation to the Pacific Northwest, Chuck meets someone who could change his life.

Codes: MF rom lac preg
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Chapter 1



"Do you enjoy my breasts?"

My head snapped up from staring at the near fully exposed breast with the, 'Oh shit I'm caught' but managed a very articulate, "Huh?"

"Enjoy my breasts? Do you enjoy seeing them?" This time I heard the French is my first language accent while looking into her eyes but glancing down as she brought her hands up her sides to lift the two breasts a little.

My face felt pretty warm as I blushed then apologized, "Forgive me, I couldn't help looking."

I began to turn away when she said, "I like you to see me. It's nice for you to enjoy my breasts."

As I looked back, a small child ran up to her and hugged her leg which was encased in a long skirt using it to hide behind while checking me out. She brought a hand to the head of that child while leaning down to peer into a double stroller to look at a dozing infant. The act of leaning down brought the two very large round breasts into view. Her dark skin and the shadow of her partially open blouse hid how full and round they were. Looking closely you could see her large pink nipples clearly. When she began to straighten up, I made sure my gaze was fixed on her face.

She looked me in the eyes and said, "Please stay. Please sit with me. Talk with me a few minutes." She backed up and sat on one of the benches patting the open seating area next to her.

Not knowing what else to do I sat next to her, turning so we could look at each other. Before I could say anything, this strange creature beamed a smile at me then reached for my hand, taking it in both of hers. Her act of familiarity plus the visual she was presenting was too much. My ego was stretching my pants.

Let's back up a bit. First, I'm a 38 year old divorced junior college teacher on vacation. My trip had taken me through Seattle, Mount St. Helen, and the San Juan Islands. Right then I was in Victoria British Columbia on the side lawn of the British Columbia capitol building. As an engineering and architectural student, I had been studying the beautiful design of the building.

I'd been walking blindly along, gawking at the building when a running kid crashed into my leg. She had fallen, beginning to cry. I picked her up to ask her if she was okay while looking for a nearby parent to help me with the little one. The almost crying little girl looked at me, smiled then wiggled to get down. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she was off like a shot.

Right next to me was a lady with several children from small to teen looking at me with a smile. She bent over a stroller, picked up an infant and raised the baby to her chest. With one hand she unbuttoned her blouse, brought a very large breast out and began nursing the infant. She was totally oblivious to her surroundings. Her single-minded interest was only on the infant. She was displaying a breast the size of a small watermelon. Maybe a huge water balloon would be a better comparison. It was too large to stand out from her body but it was so full, her large nipple was protruding straight out instead of slightly up as most sagging breasts do. As I was starring she glanced up at me and smiled. It was a gentle, but radiant smile that seemed to create an aura around her. Amazing how she was affecting me. Even my terminally dormant organ was twitching around.

As a note here, I have to admit to a couple of recent semi-romances that dissolved for my lack of ability to perform. In other words, I had a bad case of LDS or limp dick syndrome. This ED stuff was so bad nothing seemed to get a rise out of me. Even the miracle pills the doc gave me didn't work. So it was a surprise that I was beginning to tent my pants.

It was time for me to get away from this lady. All I needed was some husband to come wandering back to see some guy with a growth in his pants ogling his wife while she was nursing.

I was leaving this group when two of the older children asked me if I could take them inside as the staff of the capitol would not allow youths in unaccompanied by an adult.

"Sure, let's go take a look inside," and began walking toward the front entrance. I had a pretty big backpack on that was my traveling luggage. I know how to travel light but it was still cumbersome and I was juggling it around getting comfortable. There was a pretty good commotion behind me so I looked back to see a bunch of kids following me including the two who had asked me.

Seeing my surprise, one girl who looked to be the oldest asked, "Can some of my sisters and brothers come too?" They were all standing quietly watching me with anxious looks.

"Sure why not, come on." Then I remembered the question, "Can SOME of my sisters and brothers come too?" I counted heads and there were eleven kids with me. How many more could there be.

The tour was interesting. We stopped and read almost every plaque on the walls. We studied the pictures of dignitaries and the paintings. I was surprised the British Columbia Bill of Rights was not created until 1962. There were many plaques in French. The older children read them aloud and the younger ones listened attentively.

We were inside almost two hours before we came back outside. I accompanied the very orderly group back to the side lawn where they immediately surrounded the lady who had been nursing the infant. They excitedly spoke to the lady who listened to the clamor with a smile. The entire time this was happening she had a child about a year old on her lap nursing with a toddler lying next to her napping. Her blouse was totally unbuttoned but one side was draped over her chest. There were three more small children playing quietly in the grass next to her.

The child she was nursing was obviously dozing. She spoke softly to the older children and one took the sleeping baby while the other picked up the sleeping toddler and put both on a blanket next to the bench. That is when she stood. Her blouse fell open to give me that dramatic look at her very motherly chest.

That's when she asked, "Do you enjoy my breasts?"



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Chapter 2



Sitting next to a very attractive lady you have just met with her open blouse exposing most of her very nice, very large chest is a bit disconcerting. Not only disconcerting but also my pants ego was getting pretty uncomfortable and starting to drool. Add to that this lady had both of her hands clutching one of mine. It is pretty difficult to begin a conversation.

"How many of these kids are yours?" I opened the conversation thinking it a reasonable topic.

She looked at me questioningly for a few seconds then smiled sweetly. She seemed to sit up straighter and even pushed her magnificent chest out. "All of them are my children."

"Ah, um, ah, how many are um, all of them?" I asked suspiciously.

"There are seventeen," She said with a smile in her voice.

I was astounded, "Wow, you must have a very happy husband."

She again looked at me questioningly, turned and asked one of the older kids something in French then turned back to me, "No, no, there is no husband. These are all only my children."

This was more information than I needed to know. What I did know was I needed to get away from this one. She was strange. Anyway I needed to leave pretty soon to go catch the ferry to Vancouver where I had planned to spend that night.

"I need to be leaving soon to get a bus for the ferry to Vancouver," I said attempting to pull my hand away from her.

She became alarmed and clutched my hand that much firmer. "Oh please, stay with us; we are going to the Vancouver too. We will need to go as well. You will ride with us?"

How do you get out of that? This lady was strange and was attaching herself to me, along with seventeen kids. Oh my.

My ex was an ex partially because I wanted kids and she didn't. Mostly she was an ex because I was a lowly teacher while her now current significant other seemed to have a bunch of bucks. I really didn't care, as it had been eight years since we split. Not a vicious split, just a "See ya, I can do better than you" from her. Since then I had nearly given up on dating. It was too disappointing, especially with my ED problem.

"Um, ah, Okay. I guess we could all go together. Can I help get your stuff together so we can leave?" I asked standing in front of her while she still clutched my hand.

She stood, still holding on, began buttoning her blouse with one hand then spoke to her kids in French. Whatever she said was effective. All of the ones of at least five and up began picking up everything, folding blankets, assembling diaper bags, rousing sleeping little ones, cleaning up any trash. In less than two minutes everything was in back packs with all the walking kids standing looking at their Mother. She waved her arm and they all began walking. The older kids were pushing two double strollers while the rest of the walkers followed in two lines with us in the rear. She was still locked onto my hand.

We walked up to a small bus at the curb. This was one of those small tour buses that could hold twenty to thirty passengers with lots of room for luggage and such. There, a man began putting the strollers on the bus while the kids got in and sat in what looked to be pre-assigned seats.

When the Mother, 'damn I didn't even know her name yet' and I got on the bus she pulled me by the captured hand to a comfortable front seat that faced out from the side of the bus. In the seat opposite us two older girls were sitting with the two strollers in the middle. I started to take my backpack off to sit and this seemed to alarm her. She realized what I was doing and when I had one arm out of the strap on that side she took the free hand so I could drop the pack at me feet. As soon as I had the pack under my seat she changed back to the hand nearest her. I could not have gotten away if I wanted.

I don't know what it was with this lady but she was scaring me to death. She had something that attracted me as I was still hard and leaking. Something about her was making me crazy. Whatever she had it was better than Viagra.

Thinking this would be a good time to ask her name I began, "My name is Charles Marshal. Most people call me Chuck; may I ask what your name is?"

Again the near blank look on her face, then with the recognition of what I was saying she smilingly answered in her slow careful pronunciation, "Michelle, my name is Michelle La Fontaine."

Ah, so that was what made her seem slow or ditzy. She wasn't ditzy; she just didn't understand English very well.

The driver was making good time toward the ferry in the heavy Victoria traffic. We drove past the ferry landing I had taken from Friday Harbor on the San Juan Islands and continued on a pretty nice highway.

Michelle looked at me with a very sincere face, "Thank you for coming with us. It is nice to have a man with us when we travel. The driver is a married man but you have no ring."

Uh oh, she's checking for rings? What kind of crazy chick is this anyway, seventeen kids and she's checking for rings?

"Thank you for the ride. It is nice that you invited me to ride with you to the ferry. This is much faster than a public bus."

"You can stay with us to Vancouver. We will ride this bus to where you need to go when we get there. Please stay with us while we go to the mainland. It is nice to have a man with us Charles, ah, Chuck."

I was trying to think of some conversation topic. What do you say to a lady with seventeen kids and no husband? What in the world would we have in common?

"Where do you live? Do you live in Vancouver?" I asked trying to get something going.

"No, no," she answered, "we have a house in Vancouver but we live in Quebec. We live near Laval, Quebec."

I knew where Laval was so I smiled and asked, "Isn't that near Montreal?"

"Oui, oui, yes it is. You know Quebec? You know Canada?" She asked happily.

"A little," I responded. "Last year I went to Prince Edward Island, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia and Newfoundland. The year before, I visited central Canada, Western Quebec and Ontario. Soon I want to go to the Northwest Territories to see all the open spaces."

Surprisingly she let go of my hand and began talking, using her hands to gesture, to emphasize what she was saying.

"Oh Chuck. That is so good that you have been to my country and seen so much. Not many U.S. people come to my country. They are always surprised when they do. There is much to see here and much to learn. Canada is as wide as the U.S. and is almost as big. We do not have as many people but many of our cities have many, many people. Our cities have a mix of people. We have people from all over the world that come to live and work in Canada. I am so happy you have come. I will show you more of Canada. It will be fun."

Bingo. Guess I found a good topic.

About that time we had pulled the bus onto the ferry. The driver shut the engine off but turned on some inside lights and some soft classical music. He spoke briefly to Michelle before getting off the bus.



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Chapter 3



Michelle checked on the little ones in the strollers before wondering to the back of the bus, patting heads, speaking to each of her children. They were all busy with books or games being very well behaved. Now that the bus had stopped the infant began waking. One of the older girls picked up the baby, kissed it then proceeded to lay it on the seat and change diapers. The other older girl began the same process to the little one that was about a year old. When the infant was freshened up she was handed to Michelle who unbuttoned her blouse completely and cradled the infant to her breast. When the other baby was done having its diaper changed, she took that one as well and put it to her other breast. The two fed noisily, feasting on their Mother's milk. While Michelle cradled the two in her arms she had a beautiful serene look to her. She leaned back on the seat with her head back while her babies nursed. This was so natural, so beautiful. I was almost ashamed as I became hard again watching and listening to the nursing babies.

The infant quit nursing and was smacking its lips. One of the older girls picked it up and began burping it. A little girl came walking up with a toddler taking small steps. The toddler raised his arms to his Mother and she scooped him up to tuck him onto her recently abandoned breast. Almost as if on cue the other baby quit nursing and began cooing and spitting. The other older girl picked up the baby and began burping it. A teenage boy came up with another little one about three or four, picked up the little boy and sat him on his mother' lap. This little boy knew what he wanted. He grasped the spare breast and began nursing. He wasn't rough, but gently went after what he wanted or needed.

"There can't be too much left for him?" I asked.

Michelle smiled and said, "When they are older, they don't need to be fed, just comforted. There is quite a bit left for him though. He is a greedy one, isn't he?"

The little girl that had brought the toddler to her Mom was standing in front of me. I asked her if she wanted to sit with her Mother. She looked a little confused until an older sister said something in French. The girl beamed then climbed onto my lap. She sat sideways on my legs, put her arms around me leaning her face against my chest, watching her mother nurse her siblings.

Both of the little ones nursing from Michelle got down from her lap and wandered back into the bus. The two older girls asked Michelle if they could take some of the kids out on deck to get some air. They gathered about six other kids, and then went off to go up a couple of levels to the seating and open deck area of the Ferry.

Michelle was wiping her breasts and nipples with a handy wipe totally unconcerned to be exposing herself to me. She looked up at me watching her and said, "Do you enjoy my breasts?"

"Yes Michelle. I enjoy your breasts."

She scooted next to me then placed her head on my shoulder and hugged her little girl in my lap and me at the same time. Her exposed breasts were resting against my arm. With my hand facing up, resting on the little girl's legs, one of Michelle breasts fell into my palm. It was a reflex action but I gently began kneading the breast. It felt amazingly full. My palm even became damp from her leaking nipple. Michelle leaned up to me and kissed my neck then settled back to let me fondle her breast. That startled me but the situation almost seemed natural. We sat there very contented. I think Michelle may have even dozed off.

The group of children returned excitedly saying we were nearing the port. All of them found their seats and went back to their conversations and games. The little girl on my lap hugged me, gave me a big smile then got down to go to her seat. The older children stayed busy looking after the others. Michelle buttoned her blouse hiding those treasures from me. The driver returned to his seat, waiting for the exodus of cars.

Michelle asked me where I had reservations. I told her I was planning to go to downtown Vancouver and stay in one of the many hotels there as I had been told there were almost always vacancies. This seemed to please her. She asked her older two girls some questions in French. They answered in French as well but seemed very animated and happy.

Michelle turned to me, "Would you accept a hotel room with us? It really isn't a hotel room but we do have extra rooms so you could stay with us this night. Will you? Please?"

I looked at a smiling Michelle then at the two older girls across from us. Just about that time the little girl who had been sitting on my lap and another little boy about the same age came to me and it broken English asked, "Will you stay with us? We could play games with you? Please?"

How do you say no to that? I was hooked. Actually I was feeling pretty comfortable with Michelle and her kids.

We drove a pretty good ways to an outer area of Vancouver. We drove up to a gate; the driver leaned out the window and said something before the gate opened. We drove up a long driveway to a very large older brick home. It was huge, three stories but not pretty. It was a drab cube with doors and windows surrounded by lush vegetation. I grabbed my monster backpack and followed everyone. Michelle held onto my arm, again capturing my hand and led me into the cube.

There was a man in what could only be considered a butler's uniform holding the door for us. Just inside the door stood another man also dressed as a butler with two ladies next in what could only be maid's uniforms. As we passed into the house Michelle was naming each. "This is Jeffery, Ronald, Mattie, and Hilda. There are more but you will meet them later." What had been cold and ugly outside was just the opposite inside. It was beautiful. There was a large curving stairway to the second floor within the giant foyer. The walls and floors was polished wood. But even with the dark wood, the area was bright and open.

Michelle led us to an adjoining room that was some kind of living room or sitting room. All of the children gathered there and sat waiting for their Mother to direct them. With smiles for each of them, Michelle told them to go get washed up and ready to eat. She said dinner should be in about an hour. All of the walking children rapidly but quietly left the room. You could hear the faint stampede of feet going up the stairs. Mattie and Hilda took the babies and toddlers from us and left the room as well.

"Let me show you your room so you may wash up for dinner," Michelle said leading me through the foyer to a hallway on the other side. At the end of the hallway, Michelle opened a door on the right, reached in and switched on a light and waved me in. I entered what felt like a new world. Holy shit! There was a sitting room, actually a living room with double doors leading from it. Michelle opened the double doors and waved at a huge bedroom. She pointed to a door within the bedroom and told me that was the bathroom. This place was larger than my apartment. Michelle walked to one side of the sitting room and opened a cabinet to display a TV. She then walked to an adjacent wall and opened two large doors on the wall to display a sink, refrigerator and bar with several bottles of liquor. I was thinking to myself, 'I'll stay.'

Michelle stood in front of me, put her hands on my arms, looked at me, and smiled at me as she took me into her arms and hugged me. She held the hug of a few seconds, released me, stepped back, and just stared. She smiled before saying, "You may wish to clean up for dinner. Come to the sitting room when you are ready." With that she left closing the door behind her.

I did need a shower after the long day outside. I showered, shaved and dressed in a clean pair of pants and shirt. I sure didn't have any fancy clothes with me for this trip. When I came out of the bedroom, Michelle was waiting for me in my sitting room. She was dressed in a simple, soft flower print shirtdress. She stood and hugged me saying, "Thank you for staying with us Chuck. This is special to have you with us."

We went from the room through the foyer to the living/sitting room. From there we entered a lounge area with a bar and a view of the dining room. This place was highbrow. Michelle offered me a drink from the bar. When I asked if they might have Beefeater gin, Ronald asked how I wished to have that. Nice service. Michelle sipped some white wine while I sucked up the good gin. While we were sitting there enjoying our pre-dinner cocktails, the children started appearing in ones and twos until the room was filled with children. This was nice.

Jeffery stood at the doorway of the dining room and said "Dinner is served."

Oh boy. I've lived long enough to actually hear a butler type guy say "Dinner is served." Cool.

There were not seventeen kids at the table. We were missing three. But still, this was a full table with fourteen kids and two adults. We were served the meal in courses. It was pretty fancy, but filling. By the time we were at the desert part, I was full. A server brought me coffee, good strong coffee. Someone was looking out for me.

Everyone moved back to the lounge where there was more coffee. Some of the kids began playing cards while another group started monopoly. A few of the younger ones were playing "pickup sticks." Michelle and I sat on high bar chairs watching the kids and chatting.

"So what did you plan on doing while you are in Vancouver?" She asked touching my arm.

"My main goal is to go to the Aquarium. It is supposed to be one of the World's best. That is the primary reason to come here." I said but added "I would also like to go down town to see the Olympic clock. I think it is at the library. There might even be a display for the Olympics there."

"Good idea Chuck," Michelle said. "The children would love to go to the aquarium and would probably be excited by seeing interesting information about the Olympics."

"Well let's do it then," I said with excitement in my voice. "We will get up reasonably early and get started. That way we can spend most of the day at the aquarium before looking for the Olympic display."

Michelle went to the different groups of kids and told them of our plans. All of them became excited upon hearing them.

As it became late, Michelle had the kids pick up their games. She hugged and kissed each of the children. She had the two oldest stay back after she sent the others up to bed. Michelle led us back to my room area and had us all sit while she came to kneel in front of me.

"Chuck," she began. "You have become special to me very quickly. I hope you will not be unhappy with me but I have a special request of you. This is something that is very important to me. Please, listen to me completely before you answer."



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Chapter 4



"Chuck," she began. "You have become special to me very quickly. I hope you will not be unhappy with me but I have a special request of you. This is something that is very important to me. Please, listen to me completely before you answer."

This sounded ominous. What could be so serious?

"Chuck, my special man, it is my time. It is the time for me. I need you. I need you to be with me this night. I need you to give me a baby, a child from you. A child I can love for the rest of my life. It is my time. You won't have to worry, it will be my baby, and you won't have to do anything for it. It will be my baby. I need this baby. I need you to give me this baby. Please consider this Chuck, it is my time."

With that, Michelle stood and said, "I'll be back in a few minutes. I need to take care of my babies before bedtime." She left.

Michelle left, leaving me with her two oldest girls. I was stunned. The two sat on the couch watching me. Their expressions were not displaying any emotion.

Oops! What the fuck! Oh shit! Now what! Oh my! Oops!

"Is there something I've missed here?" I said, looking at the two girls. "Why would she ask me to do something like this? She doesn't know me. Why would she think I would be a good Dad?"

One of the girls smiled at me. "You don't have to be a good Dad. She doesn't want anything from you but your sperm. She wants more children, more babies. She feels she should be a Mom. And, her last baby is now three months old so she thinks it is time. She is at her peak to conceive right now so it is her time. Do not take this lightly. She is not attracted to many men. You have attracted her so please; she asks only that you plant your seed."

"This has to be hard on her body having all these babies. Shouldn't she take a break? I asked.

"Chuck, if I may call you by your first name. Chuck you've seen her upper body. You see how good she looks. She walks every day and exercises daily as well. She wants more children. We love our Mom and all our brothers and sisters. Please do this for her. It shouldn't bother you. You get to make love to our beautiful Mother. That's all you have to do. Come on Chuck, say you'll do it."

Michelle walked into the room wearing a flowing robe. Her hair was all down and brushed out, giving her an angelic aura.

Michelle told her two oldest daughters, "Time for bed girls. Thank you for sitting with Chuck for me. See you in the morning."

The girls each received a hug and a kiss from Michelle before leaving the room, looking back at me with concerned, anxious expressions.

Michelle came up to me, put her arms around me and hugged. She separated from me then took my hand and led me out of the suite. She closed my door, turned, and opened the door on the other side of the hallway. Still holding my hand, she pulled me into a sitting room even larger than the one I was given. She continued pulling me through to the doors to the bedroom. She switched off the lights in the sitting room and didn't have to turn on any additional lights in the softly lit bedroom.

What the hey, huh? What is going on? This has to be some sort of twilight zone. I was all nerves but wanted to see what was going to happen.

Michelle stood me in front of the bed and immediately began unbuttoning my shirt. When it was gone and my undershirt was gone, she started on my pants. I was unbelted, unbuttoned, and de-panted so fast I'm sure she broke a record. She had me sit on the bed to remove my shoes and socks. She then placed her hands on my legs and pushed herself up to stand in front of naked me. She stepped back from me and looked at me from toes to nose. Her gaze went up and down then centered on my very firm drooling ego.

She slowly removed the robe from her shoulders letting it drop at her feet baring her beauty to me. She was built nice, very, very nice. Oh my, breasts from heaven. Huge, pendulous orbs, full, full of milk with very large, long nipples on not overly large aureole. Looking at the skin over her chest and stomach you could hardly see any stretch marks. Her stomach was only slightly rounded. She had the rounded hips and narrow waist that most women would wish for. Michelle began turning, giving me an exciting view of her gorgeous rounded butt cheeks. She was special. She was probably about 5'5" maybe 125 to 130 pounds, remarkably slender for a mother of so many. She turned back around and stood with her arms at her sides with her palms toward me. She just stood there with an expectant smile and questioning look in her eyes.

Without another thought, I stepped to her and took her in my arms. She looked up at me and we kissed. Soft luxurious kisses that lasted and lasted. The kisses ignited flames in me. My brain was in meltdown.

I gently picked her up to lay her on the bed. She stretched her arms out to her side and spread her legs while looking up at me in anticipation. When it seemed as if I was hesitating Michelle raised her arms to me, beckoning me to come to her. How could I resist. When I tried to get on the bed to her side, she moved her leg so my knee was between her legs. She reached for my upper arms and pulled me on top of her. As my weight settled on her she let out a soft moan of satisfaction while spreading her thighs and moving her legs on to mine, holding me close. I began kissing her. Soft kisses on the lips. She began undulating her hips, moving up and down. Without any assistance I found myself, my dick, caught by her lower lips seemingly being caressed by her. Just as this registered in my mind, her undulating hips slid me more than halfway into her. It felt exquisite, awesome. With just a couple of more hip undulations I was totally buried in her. I wasn't moving yet we were, and there is no other cool word for it, fucking. I was going in and out of her at a slow, gentle pace and not even moving yet. My body began responding and started matching her movements with strokes of my own. As I started moving, her upward hip movements became harder and faster making me gasp with pleasure.

I pulled back to look at Michelle. She stretched her head back, eyes closed, mouth open, breathing heavily while continuing to move her hips in sync with me. Each time our hips met she gave a soft sound. Each slap of our hips was accompanied by soft grunts of pleasure; very rhythmic. This was too exciting. Considering this was the first female companionship that I'd had for over a year. This was also the first really good erection I have had in at least two years; this wasn't going to last long at all.

As a matter of fact I felt the surge inside me and although my sperm had been requested I still announced, "Oh Michelle, I'm going to cum, it's here, and I'm cuming."

Her hips sped up and with each slap of our bodies she murmured, "Yes, yes, yes, yes" until she felt the first splash squirt from me. Michelle was gasping and groaning and I could feel her tighten and quiver on me. It seemed as if I came for minutes filling her with rope after rope of probably very potent sperm until finally my body froze from the sensation. Michelle still had her legs wrapped around my legs and her arms around my body, holding me tightly to her. I lifted my lips to hers and began kissing her softly in gratitude for such a special congress. She kissed back with more force than before and kept up the gentle hip undulations moving, sliding me in and out of her.

My softening dick began firming up again. Wonder of wonders. Mentally I was probably being turned on by the thought of intentionally fertilizing the beauty beneath me. The oversensitive feeling of my ego was being replaced by renewed desire. As I firmed, Michelle's hip movements became more energetic while she renewed her, "Yes, yes, yes," with each meeting of our hips. There was no going slow. Each time I withdrew she would begin sending her hips toward mine requiring me to reverse directions and meet her. This continued for only five minutes or so while about each minute Michelle would groan loudly and her pussy would quiver and grip my cock.

That felt pretty damn good. So good in fact that my balls were signaling my dick to begin tingling, getting ready for the train of sperm that was about to shoot through. "Oh baby, I'm gonna do it again, it's gonna happen."

"Yes, yes, yes, do it, do it, fill me, please fill me, make me a baby, give me your baby," She gasped and groaned.

That did it. The first squirt had to have blown nearly through her. My mind was sending those ropes of good guys into her with meaning. I couldn't believe I could cum so much, six, seven, eight pulses that felt as if they were as full of juice as the first.

Meanwhile Michelle was groaning and gasping, saying, "Ahh, ahh, ahh, yes, oh, ahh, ahh, yes, more."

There was no more; the last squirt of sperm flew from me into her, my dick relaxed back to its flaccid state, telling me okay, I did my part. My balls even felt empty.

Michelle was still holding me tightly but beginning to get her breath back, her hips were now still. I tried to roll off her but she held me close and began kissing me again. We kissed and kissed while we pressed tightly onto each other. This was special. As we kissed her legs fell to the side of me and then her tight hugs relaxed until one arm fell to the bed. I noticed she really wasn't kissing back. It was just my lips touching hers over and over. When I raised my head to look at her, she made a sound. I think she softly snored. I gently pulled from her and moved to her side. As soon as I did, she rolled to me throwing an arm and a leg over me. I pulled the covers over us watching her in repose for a few seconds before I was asleep too.



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Chapter 5



Posted: July 15, 2007 - 11:00:58 am

Updated: June 25, 2008 - 04:55:17 pm

There was a rustling sound in the room. I woke up and looked to see one of the ladies I had seen earlier handing the infant to Michelle. Michelle laid the baby down beside her and lay on her side to give the little one her breast.

Michelle realized I was awake and leaned over the baby to kiss me before lying on her side again without pulling her fat nipple from the infant. Her other breast was full and inviting, right there in front of my face. I reached up and cupped a huge breast then caressed it. Just this little motion made the nipple express whitish liquid. Kind of strange to see mothers milk flowing unassisted from a breast.

I leaned over and licked the leaking breast. Michelle put her hand behind my head and pulled me to her, holding me to her nipple. There was nothing to do but open my mouth and gently suck. Her response was a very loud, erotic groan. Afraid to disturb the baby I pulled back, kissed Michelle then laid down watching her nurse the baby. The baby seemed to drift off to sleep, apparently full. I was startled, as the lady who had brought the baby was right there, picked up the infant and left. She had obviously witnessed me nursing on Michelle with the baby. How embarrassing.

Michelle began kissing me, felt below to take hold of my renewed ego, and pulled me between her legs. This time I was placed at her entrance and just sunk in till our hips met. I held myself over Michelle and looked into her eyes. She was once again wrapped around me. I kissed her, then lowered my head and kissed a nipple. She groaned. I kissed the other nipple then sucked the entire nipple into my mouth tasting an abundance of Mother's milk. She groaned louder and started with her, "Yes, yes, yes." I slowly began to feel my balls contract and my dick swell and with a groan of my own I was filling her with the seed she wished for.

When Michelle's quivering slowed, we rolled to our sides, and both of us were instantly asleep.

Ah, I felt so good; it was morning. I was snuggled with a beautiful lady. I could feel her legs on me, the furry middle of her sex, and the two beautiful breasts against my chest. I opened my eyes to stare into two black pools. Michelle was watching me wake up.

"Thank you for giving me a baby Chuck. You have made me very happy. You have made me a mother again, thank you Chuck, thank you.

We kissed softly and hugged equally as gently.

"Let us begin the day Chuck? Let us get started so we may go to the Aquarium? It is good?" She asked still holding me.

"Yes," I answered. "Let's get going, I'm hungry, how about you?"

She gave me a squeeze as she rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I looked for the clothes that were stripped from me last night but couldn't find them. I was standing there looking puzzled when a naked Michelle came back into the room.

"Where are my clothes?" I asked. "Did you put them somewhere?"

Michelle giggled, "Mattie must have taken them. If they are not in your room, they are being washed and ironed."

"I'll go take a shower and get some other clothes. Hope she put my shoes in the bedroom." I said leaving Michelle's room and going across the hall.

I looked for the clothes and shoes and couldn't find them. I needed to shave and brush my teeth so I looked for my backpack to get my supplies. Nothing, I couldn't find it either. I looked all over the sitting room and the bedroom and I can guarantee my stuff was not there.

There was nothing I could do but go back to Michelle's room. When I entered back into her room, still naked, Michelle was sitting on her couch nursing both the infant and the year old baby. Standing next to Michelle was Mattie. Both Michelle and Mattie looked at me appraisingly and both of their gazes focused on my inflating ego.

"My backpack isn't in the room. No razor, no toothbrush, no clothes," I stated looking at the two of them.

Mattie, still staring at my dick answered, "I put your clothes and backpack in the closet."

"They are in my room?" I asked.

"Of course not, I put them in Michelle's closet," replied Mattie.

"Why don't you get started while I finish with these two? They are just about done." Michelle said as the infant began to sputter and spit.

I found the huge walk-in closet in the bedroom with my backpack inside, but empty. All my clothes were on hangers with my socks and underwear on a shelf in the middle. My razor, toothbrush and toothpaste were not to be found. Just for kicks I went into the bathroom and sure enough. Next to one of the double sinks were my toiletries.

First, I splashed hot water on the face. Next with soap and my shaving brush I made lather to cover my beard and rinsed the brush. While I let my whiskers soak, I brushed my teeth before shaving those offensive whiskers away. The shower was right there so I stepped in and scrubbed real well. While washing my good stuff, it started to fill and lengthen. Holy smokes, that thing recently enjoyed multiple eruptions and it was still interested. Wonder what I had eaten to get that thing working again.

I was drying when a naked Michelle walked by on her way into the shower and gave my interested cock a squeeze. She gave me a quick kiss as she started the water and grabbed a wash cloth.

When I finished dressing, I walked out of the bedroom into the sitting room. There was a tray with a pot, cups and a Vancouver newspaper. Investigating, I found good smelling hot coffee. I poured a cup and picked up the paper. Darn, this one was in French. I looked for the sports section and was able to check baseball scores anyway. Just as I put the paper down, Michelle came into the room. She moved gracefully and quickly.

"Let us go for eating. It is breakfast, yes?" She said with a smile.

We left the room and she hooked her arm in mine while we walked back through the foyer, sitting room, lounge, and then dining room. Once again the table was full of kids. They were all sitting patiently waiting to begin. As soon as we sat, all the children in unison clearly said, "Good morning Chuck."

"Good morning." I said with a smile. Michelle reached for her glass of orange juice. That must have been a signal as all of the kids reached for theirs as well. This time there was platters of pancakes, dishes of sausage, large bowls of scrambled eggs and a platter with toast. In addition to the orange juice, everyone had a glass of milk plus Michelle, the two older girls and I had coffee, pretty nice.

While we were eating, Michelle was going over how we would go to the Aquarium. It seemed everyone was in agreement. Michelle said that to be sure we took umbrellas as it was supposed to rain today.

When we finished eating, Michelle told the children that when they were finished, they should go play for a little and she would call them when we were ready to go. She told the older kids to have Mattie and Hilda to prepare the bags for the babies. Then she turned to me and asked, "Will you come with me so we may talk?"

Michelle moved from the dining room to a couple of comfortable chairs with a table in the corner of the lounge. There were full-length windows overlooking a nice patio with a pool. There were several buildings that looked like houses fairly near.

As soon as we sat, a server brought more coffee for us. Michelle leaned on the table and looked at me with a serious face.

"Chuck," She began. "I have much to tell you. You may question much that you see and what you have experienced. I want to tell you a little about me."

She seemed as if she really didn't want me to say anything, so I just nodded.

"When I was a little girl, my mother and father died in a mining accident. My Aunt and Uncle raised me. They did not have any children so it was as if I was theirs. My Uncle was very successful at mining. He also kept my parents mines working which were even more successful than his. Over the years he enjoyed traveling with my Aunt and me. He purchased homes such as this all over Canada, Alaska and in some places in the U.S. so that where we traveled there would be a place for us."

She continued, "Now to tell you about my children. My Uncle died fairly young also from a mining accident. My Aunt Missy and I missed him very much. She would talk to me almost daily about her regret that there were no other children. She made me promise that I would have more than one child when it was my time."

"Because there was so much money, when I became old enough to marry, many men came to court me. Most were rude and only spoke of how they would make our mines more successful. There were younger men brought by their fathers who were equally interested in the mines. I was only sixteen and really didn't want to have a husband yet. My Aunt said it would be up to me but that I should not wait too long, as only young people should have babies."

"That summer we went to see the mining properties. We were considering selling them as it was difficult for us to make all the decisions that needed to be made. While there, a young man took an interest in me and me in him. He was very exciting to me. We were intimate. We were intimate only one time. It was very nice. He even asked me to marry him. I said yes of course. He was killed in a truck accident that same week. It was two months later, back home in Laval, that I found out I was pregnant. I was very happy but my Aunt was not happy as I had not yet married. My time pregnant was very good and when the baby came it was very easy for me. I was still 16 when I had Antoinette. My Aunt loved my baby and was excited to be what she said was an Aunt Grandmother. Aunt Missy said I should find a husband so I could have more. The men who came to see me before were now not interested in anything but the mines. Only older men came. I was not interested."

"When Antoinette was about three months old, I felt as if I needed something. It was almost as if I was sick. The doctors could not find anything wrong with me but I kept feeling that I needed something. While we were traveling a nice man paid me a lot of attention. I asked him to come to my room where we were intimate, just once then he left. That is what I needed. My surprise was a couple of months later I found myself pregnant again. I was a little ashamed, as I didn't even know the man's name. I gave birth to Marion while still seventeen. Again I was happy being pregnant and gave birth easily. Aunt Missy was very happy with another grandbaby and not as ashamed this time."

"So when Marion was about three months old and felt I needed something, I knew what it was I needed. Since once again it was summer and we were traveling, it was easy to find someone I would enjoy. I found a man who I enjoyed and became pregnant again. This time I had twin boys, Frank and Fred."

"It seemed that I knew what my body wanted me to do. My body and my mind wanted babies. I enjoyed my children then and take great pleasure today with each of my babies."

"Chuck?" Michelle looked at me with a loving glance then looked back down. "You are the first man to ever sleep in my own bed. You are the first man to tell me his full name. You are the first man to ever play with my children. It is nice to see how they enjoy your company. As I said before, you have given me what I needed and what I wanted. If you need to leave, go. When you feel you have to leave, go. You have given me something special."

"Thank you for listening to my story Chuck. Before you leave, I need you to visit with my solicitor for a few minutes. If you have questions, please ask them."

Whew! What a story. How do you respond to that? I had questions but could they appropriate?

"Michelle," I began. "Do you know any of the fathers of your children?"

"Yes, Antoinette's father's name was Forest LaFarr." She said. "The rest, no as I only needed what they could give me."

"So with each of your seventeen children you only had sex with the fathers seventeen times?" I asked in wonderment.

"No, no I only did that before you fourteen times. I have three sets of twins." She said proudly.

"Why did you invite me into your home? You even kept me all night." I asked.

Michelle smiled at me, "You are special to me as you did not ask to be intimate. You only wished to be nice. You took my children, showed them through the capitol then brought all of them back to me. And, you enjoy my breasts."

"Yes," I said with a big smile. "I do enjoy your breasts."

"Michelle, can I ask you more questions later? There are many things that seem unanswered."

"Yes Chuck, whenever you have a question, just ask." She answered.

"Is your Aunt Missy still alive?" I asked.

"Oui, yes she is. She will be happy that you gave me what I need."

"Um, ah, why didn't she come with you?" I queried.

"It is easy," Michelle said. "Aunt Missy knew it was almost my time. She did not wish to make me feel uncomfortable when I felt I needed to find you."

"Let's go to the aquarium. I'll probably think of more questions. Like, how do you know you're pregnant? We were only together last night."

"Oh Chuck," She said with a sigh. "It was much more than that. You gave me what I needed three times. Each time it was more special than ever before. It was my time. I know I am pregnant."

"I always wanted to be a Dad," I said smiling and standing, reaching a hand out to help Michelle up.

We kissed then hugged. Right in the middle of the second kiss there were lots of giggles and gasps. Michelle and I looked up to see most of the children watching us.

"Let's get ready to go," Michelle announced and the mass of kids vanished.

"Oh, Michelle," I stopped and asked?

"Yes?" she smiled at me.

"What kind of mines does your family have? Do you have some of those now famous coal mines that can be used for oil too?" I asked.

"No," She answered. "Just gold."



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Chapter 6



Posted: July 16, 2007 - 09:45:22 am

Updated: June 25, 2008 - 04:55:17 pm

The Vancouver Aquarium is definitely world class. The indoor area features just about every type of aquatic creature there is. From strange looking deep-sea fish to many types of starfish. The Jellyfish had a special meaning. The large round ones would flex and elongate and resembled, "Yes, I enjoy your breasts."

Wondering through a museum with seventeen kids is something. All of a sudden I had assumed a protective mode, as if a parent. It wasn't too bad as both Mattie and Hilda came with us. All twenty-one of us seemed to be having a lot of fun. The little ones enjoyed the beluga whales, dolphins and seals in the outdoor area. It was drizzling rain off and on but it didn't seem to affect the children or any of the other attendees there.

A recipe for disaster was when Michelle suggested we get the kids lunch at the cafeteria they had. It was amazing. Hilda stayed with the little ones while the entire troupe went to the serving line. Michelle led with one of the youngest. Mattie came second with another very young child then Antoinette was third with another of the younger ones. Next Marion followed with one a little older. The rest of the kids followed with the older twin boys bringing up the rear with me. When Michelle came to the cashier, Mattie took the little one Michelle had been helping and her own charge and took them to some tables that Hilda had been saving. The mob completed getting sandwiches and drinks, mostly juice and water, then went to the tables. Once the cashier had rung up my sandwich and bottle of water, Michelle whipped out a handful of bills and that was that. I had been reaching for my wallet when she had pulled her money. As she handed the cashier the bills, she looked at me and smiled. What I had thought to be an unbelievable undertaking was completed very orderly.

Michelle and I sat toward the rear of our group. As soon as she was seated, Hilda handed her a fussy infant. In an instant Michelle's blouse was open and the baby was nursing. Michelle began eating, but was interrupted by Hilda bringing the year old baby for its dinner as well. So there sat Michelle, smiling her serene mother smile while nursing two of her babies.

To be useful I offered Michelle a drink of her juice, which she greedily drank. Then I fed her bits of her sandwich while she continued to feed her babies. The other toddlers were too interested in their surroundings to need their Mother's comfort or treat. I watched how people passed wondering if they noticed a mother nursing. They didn't see anything but a group of children with some adults. Michelle and her group accomplished the feeding so naturally it brought a warm feeling to me.

After lunch, we visited the huge sea lion followed by touring the below ground viewing areas for the beluga, dolphins, seals, and sea lion. It was very interesting as well as entertaining. I think the dolphins and beluga's know people are watching so they go through many antics, probably teasing us. Michelle said we were going to leave soon and herded the entire crew into a huge gift shop. The kids scattered for a few minutes then all seemed to form a line by their Mom, each holding a small item. It was the same game here too. The kids filed past with their toy or souvenir until the twin boys had passed, then once again Michelle paid the cashier in cash.

We headed out to the parking lot where the bus was waiting in the light rain. The little ones couldn't be stopped from stamping through puddles on the way. Michelle didn't scold them, but smiled and just kept them all going in the right direction.

Traffic in Vancouver is maddening. Since this was a weekend it was probably worse. The driver seemed oblivious to the traffic and moved steadily toward his goal.

A blue dodge mini-van whizzed by us making police noises with lights blinking in the windows. This was one sneaky police car. He pulled up behind a car and kept following until they both stopped. Out pops a policeman who ran up to the car he had stopped, pulled open the door, and pulled the driver out. All traffic had stopped at that point. When the driver had been handcuffed and put to the ground, the policeman checked inside the vehicle that he had stopped, and used his personal radio to make a call. He half carried the cuffed driver to the side of the road and began waving traffic around. Who knows what that was about, but that was one sneaky police car.

We arrived at the main Vancouver library to find large tents displaying winter Olympic events and of course the countdown clock. The driver let us out and instructed Michelle to call him when we were ready.

We had to go through the large tents because of their advertising on the outside of them. There were some interactive games that some of the children tried, like snowboarding and skiing. There were several of the Canadian Olympic athletes talking to people and signing autographs. The older kids were very excited and stood in line for autographs. When we went out to the clock, we found that each side of the clock was for different events. One side was a countdown for the 2010 regular winter Olympics and the other side was for the 2010 Special Olympics. Learn something every day. By this time it was getting near five so Michelle called the driver and we went to the street where we had been let off.

The trip back to the house was uneventful with two exceptions. The first exception was the little girl who had sat on my lap before, came and sat on my lap again. This time she stayed for the entire trip. Once again she just climbed up, put her arms around me then placed her head on my chest. The second exception was an observation I made. I had a chance to watch the people outside the bus while traveling this time. There seemed to be seven oriental people for every three Caucasian. I asked Michelle about the heavy Far Eastern mix and she said it had been easier for the Chinese to immigrate to Canada than to the U.S. in the early days. Once the main part of the railroads in the U.S. was built, many of Chinese went to Canada to work on the railroads and stayed. Also when World War II made so many suspicious of people of Far East heritage, many of them migrated to Canada. Along almost any street you could see Chinese, Korean, Japanese, Malaysian, Thai, and Indian restaurants and stores.

Once back at the house, the children all instantly disappeared. Michelle, Mattie and Hilda tended to the babies and toddlers to get them taken care of. Michelle said we should cleanup for dinner so we wondered down the hall to her room. Once there Michelle had me sit on the couch before opening some doors where there was a large entertainment center and a bar. She found ice and Beefeaters and handed me a nice drink. She poured herself a small glass of wine and sat with me.

"Chuck?" She started, "This has been a very nice day. I have enjoyed you being with us and all of us being together. I know you may have plans for more of your vacation, but could you stay a little while longer, at least tonight and maybe tomorrow?"

I was too relaxed to think of abandoning what was presented to me. "Sure Michelle, I would love to stay longer. If you get tired of me, say so, as you make it far too comfortable to want to leave right away."

She put her glass down hugged and kissed me. It wasn't a peck either. It was a full-blown I want to eat you up kiss, Whew!

"To bad dinner will be ready so soon as I would enjoy making sure there is a baby in here," She said this while rubbing her tummy.

I held her and kissed her forehead thinking, 'What in the world have I gotten myself into.'

We did wash up before heading for the lounge where all the children were gathering. Michelle made me another drink, (I hardly had any of the other) and we talked to all of the kids for fifteen or twenty minutes until, "Dinner is served." That is some kind of announcement. It is so cool to hear that for real.

During dinner, Michelle asked, "So you are going to stay with us for a day or so more?"

"Yes Michelle, I enjoy being around all of you. You all make me feel very comfortable." I said looking at her then looking at each of the children around the table.

Two of the little girls smiled and said "Goody, we have not had the chance to talk to you yet. We want to play a game with you before you leave."

After supper, all the children again went to the lounge. Some pulled out games while others settled in a chair with a book. Some were reading to one or two of the smaller kids.

Michelle and I were sitting together on a couch when the two "Goody, goody, we want to talk to you" girls came up to us and sat at our feet. Almost in unison they said, "We want to know more about you."

Michelle said. "You two, be nice to Chuck. I have to do something but will be back in a few minutes."

We all watched Michelle leave the room before turned back to each other. The girls got up and sat on a love seat that was right across from me.

"Okay," I asked. "What do you want to know?"

They looked at each other and then one asked, "First, what is your whole name?"

"Charles Marshall." I answered.

"Do you have a wife?" the other asked.

"No I do not."

"Did you ever?" The same one asked.

"Yes."

"Why don't you have her anymore?" The same one persisted.

"She liked someone else more than me, so we parted."

"You mean you divorced, right?"

"Yes," I said flinching through this third degree.

"Do you work?" The first girl asked.

"I am a teacher."

"What do you teach?" She continued.

"This next semester I will be teaching economics, business management 101, and a statistics class," I said.

They both looked a little confused. "What grade do you teach?"

"I teach at what we call a community or junior college so the grades would be grades 13 and 14."

There was a mutual drawn out "Oooh" then they spoke with each other a second.

The first one looked at me again, "Where is your home? Where is your college?"

"St. Louis, Missouri."

"What kind of house do you have?" The same girl asked.

"I don't have a house. I live in an apartment," I said.

Michelle came back and sat next to me in time to hear.

"Is it big enough for us to visit?" She asked.

"No, not really, it is smaller than this lounge is. I don't need much room as I am alone." I said.

The second little girl looked surprised. "Why are you alone?"

"I don't know. I guess it's because I have not met someone to have as a friend and roommate."

"You should come live with us. We would be good friends and good roommates. You could be our teacher," the little girl stated.

"Okay you two," Michelle said. "Chuck is probably answered out. You two grill him better than an investigator."

"Mr. Marshall, may we call you Chuck?" They asked in unison.

"Sure. But I don't know what to call you two." I replied.

They turned and pointed at each other, "She is Bonny" while the other said, "She is Betty." They were not dressed alike but they were so close in appearance that it would be difficult to tell them apart. With that response they got up and wandered off to where some of the other kids were playing.

"They are my second set of twins. They are eleven now. My third set of twins is six. Maybe you have given me twins. That would be so good. I will be thirty when they will be born. It is almost to the end of my time to have babies." she was smiling a teasing smile.

"How can you be so sure that your body accepted me in only one night?" I said looking at her seriously. "Many people try for years to have a baby and can't."

"Oh but I know when it is my time. I feel it. I knew when I met you that you could take care of my need. And you did, many times. I am sure I will be a Mother again. I know it." And she sat with a very pleasant but smug look on her face.

When it was time for everyone to go to bed, the children put everything away before coming for good night kisses and hugs from their mom. All of them smiled at me. The boys shook my hand and a couple of little girls hugged me. The twins I had been talking to each kissed a cheek and said. "Good night Chuck. Think about how we can be your friends and roommates."

This made Michelle beam as we went to her room. We went into the bedroom and both stripped to have a quick shower. Michelle adjusted the water heads so her hair didn't get wet. I had never seen a shower with six shower heads. The way they were arranged were two pointing down from the ceiling, two at about normal height, and two that hit about waist to chest high. Only the lower two shower heads were turned on so our hair would not get wet. The water felt good and relaxed us. We hugged and kissed but concentrated on washing each other. When we finished drying we walked into the bedroom to find Mattie and Hilda with two babies and two toddlers. I gasped in surprise, which made the ladies look at me with my waving appendage. They ignored it and just attended to Michelle, getting the babies arranged. Hilda walked into the closet and came back with a large terrycloth robe and handed it to me. Meanwhile Michelle remained nude holding two babies to her breasts. The other two toddlers were sitting watching, I guess waiting their turn while the ladies each took a seat in nearby chairs. I sat with the toddlers. They looked at me and must have decided I was okay as they crawled over to sit by me and lean on me. Michelle watched all this and smiled. Mattie and Hilda were smiling as well.

Once the first set was full and dozing, the two and three year old dove for their Mom, latching onto a large breast. They snuggled up while Michelle caressed them, softly talking to them. It took less than five minutes and those two were out as well. The two ladies had left to take the babies to bed so Michelle asked me to pick up the three-year-old while she carried the two year old out of the room with me following. We went to the second floor and into a large room with a bassinet, a couple of cribs, and a couple of toddler beds. There was a child sleeping in one of the toddler beds already. Only Hilda was there at that moment tucking in the year old baby within a crib. Michelle put the two-year-old in another crib and I lay the three-year-old in the empty toddler bed. I put a sheet and blanket over him, tucking him in then leaned down and kissed his forehead. Seemed like a natural thing to do. I heard simultaneous intakes of breath and turned to see a nude Michelle, Hilda and Mattie in her nightgown staring at me.

All their shocked expressions turned to smiles as I stood. Michelle grabbed my arm and pulled be out of the room. Her eyes were misting with tears.

As soon as we entered her bedroom, Michelle turned to me and pulled my robe off. She gave me a full body hug that caused me to be instantly erect. No ED problem here. She gave me a kiss that almost caused an orgasm. She pushed me backward so I fell onto the bed. She was right there with me, straddling me then sinking down onto me. Oh man was that good. Michelle bounced up and down so rapidly, so fast that I could hardly catch my breath. Just about the time I thought I was in control, Michelle started doing her lower body quivering and gasping, "Yes, yes, yes, oh, yes."

I gave it up, my body gave it up and I was deluging Michelle's baby making area with a very large, fresh load of tadpoles. The feeling of being filled and my own groans must have set her off again because she was nearly screaming her pleasure. Now that is some sexy sounds. After she hit her peak, she collapsed onto my chest, kissing my neck and chest murmuring, "So good, yes, so good."

After a couple of minutes, Michelle pulled up from me and got up to head to the bathroom cupping her pussy. I heard the shower turn on for a minute, before she returned to the bedroom with a wash cloth and towel. She washed me, dried me, and then tossed the cloths away. She snuggled up to me giving me great kisses.

"I like that. You are the first person that I ever sat on like that. I like that a lot. I can make you happy very fast and make myself happy too. That is very nice." She said as she threw a leg over me which caused her magnificent breasts to wiggle on my chest.

We were kissing and I was gently massaging (as in groping) her breasts. Amazing how responsive her breasts were after having nursed seventeen kids. All I did was touch her nipples and the glorious orbs were instantly erect. I leaned down to kiss them causing Michelle to groan and begin to wiggle. Man she was warm blooded. I kept kissing her chest before letting my kisses travel down to her stomach. As I got nearer her center, I thought she was going to hyperventilate she was breathing so heavy. I repositioned myself and gave those hairy lips a long slow lick. She screamed. She screamed so loud that I was startled. I tried to raise my head to see if she was all right but I couldn't move. She was holding me to her pussy with such strength that my head wasn't going anywhere.

"More." She gasped.

I gave another lick from her taint to the top of her pussy where her clit was trying to hide under all that fur. As soon as I hit it, she once again did the screaming thing. Since I wasn't going anywhere, I sucked the whole top of her into my mouth and started sucking and tonguing her clit. That got more screams, then silence. As a matter of fact, she was not only quiet but she was also limp. I raised my head to see her lying with her arms out to her sides, but breathing deeply. I must have looked alarmed as all of a sudden Hilda and Mattie were pushing me away and trying to revive Michelle. I went to the bathroom and got a fresh wash cloth with some cold water. Mattie swabbed Michelle's face with it until she opened her eyes. Michelle was smiling.

"Oh Mattie, Hilda, that was the best feeling that I've ever had. You have to try that." She was saying that still sounding out of breath.

I had put the robe back on but the two women turned and looked at me as if they had x-ray vision. This made me pretty uncomfortable until they both began smiling and giggling with Michelle.

"Why are you here?" Michelle asked.

"We thought you were hurt. That something was happening to you," Mattie said with an embarrassed look on her face.

"Something was happening to me," Michelle answered. "Chuck was making me feel very good. I hope he can do more of that."

The ladies left so I took the robe back off. Michelle went to the bathroom then came back to bed. She pulled the sheet and blanket from me and took hold of my very satisfied cock. Her hand holding me gave me another instant erection. She held me, holding me by the tip before looking closely at my entire dick. She lifted my balls, then leaned down and kissed the end of my now leaking cock. After tasting the drool, she sucked me into her mouth and pulled free, smacking her lips, nodding to herself. She looked at me and smiled then tried to swallow me whole. She gagged, pulled off and coughed then went back to it and this time just gently sucked me into her mouth. She used her tongue and lips to persuade my balls to manufacture a new load. I could feel it building. I pulled her up, kissed her, and laid her down. This time I just dove into her pussy and began licking her juicy hole up to her clit. Each time I hit her clit she groaned and gasped. When her groans were reaching a crescendo, I raised myself over her to plunge my hardness into her. That didn't work as she screamed. Not only did she scream, she was giving the loudest "Ahhhhh" there could be, maybe 80-90 decibels, really loud. She was clutching onto me, legs wrapped around me as if there were no tomorrow with her bottom fucking (sorry about that but that's the only way to describe It.) back up to me faster than I could thrust into her. This great love making could have only one result; I came. She was already cuming. As she felt a fresh load of baby juice squirting into her, she gasped, took a deep breath, and passed out again. Once again, she was on her back, arms and legs spread, breathing rapidly. I looked at the door to see if the ladies were watching. They were not. I got up, rinsed out the wash cloth then swabbed Michelle's face until she came around with a groan and grin.

She hugged me, kissed me and said. "You make me feel so good. How do you do that?"

I just kissed her and pulled the sheet and blanket up over us and snuggled her to me. With a kiss to my cheek, she drifted off to sleep.

It seemed we had only been asleep a few minutes when Hilda and Mattie were waking us with two babies in their arms. Michelle put each to a breast then lay back propped up on pillows. Mattie and Hilda were sitting in nearby chairs as I reached for the robe to go to the bathroom.

When I returned, the ladies were softly speaking about how it was a good thing the other children were all upstairs as they would have all awakened and been afraid of all the noise. I think the two ladies were probably teasing. Soon the babies were asleep and they took them and began burping them leaving us to snuggle back down for what was left of the night.



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Chapter 7



When I woke up, Michelle was still sleeping. I watched her sleep, gently moving the sheet from her top, gazing at her absolutely beautiful breasts. Man, were they big and beautiful. I leaned down and gently licked the nearest nipple, softly sucking as much of the breast as I could into my mouth.

Michelle gave an "Ah" stretching out on her back with her arms over her head, pushing her two breasts up from her chest. They were so large they just rolled off to the side. She relaxed and reached up to kiss me. We kissed for a few seconds, looked at me, and tugged at my shoulders, "More? Please?"

I plunged right back into her pussy. Now I had thoroughly pounded and filled that thing last night going to sleep without any cleanup. I was afraid it was going be smelly or taste funny down there but I was pleasantly surprised to find it very inviting. Her pussy fur was a little matted but everything else seemed fine. Once again, Michelle began an orgasm with the first touch of my tongue. She kept going, building in intensity until she pulled me up by my ears and with one hand fitted me into her while her other hand was holding my head to her lips. We did the fast thump, thump routine for about four or five minutes before I swelled up and exploded. She did too, groaning very loudly.

We were basking in our juices when Mattie stuck her head in the door and said that breakfast would be ready soon. Michelle popped out of bed and strolled to the bathroom with gobs of our juices running down her leg. Mattie watched, looked at me then smiled, giggled and left.

I walked into the bathroom to find Michelle stepping into the shower. I shaved, brushed my teeth then stepped into the shower as Michelle was getting out. After drying I went to the closet wondering what I had left that was clean.

"Wow" All of it was washed, ironed and hanging up, except what I wore yesterday. Wonder who I had to thank for that.

I dressed and wandered into the sitting room to find Michelle sipping from a cup. She had poured me one so I sat with her and drank some coffee too, good stuff.

"When we go to breakfast there is someone I want you to meet. You will like her, and she is important to me," Michelle said this with a soft apprehensive look on her face.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"You'll see, come, let's go to the breakfast."

We strolled through the foyer, through the sitting room, into the lounge to see everyone already at the table in the dining room. The kids seemed very animated.

When we entered the dining room, a lady and a man stood with scrutinizing looks on their faces.

Michelle introduced us, "This is my Aunt Missy, Aunt Missy this is Charles Marshal, or Chuck as he likes to be called."

"Chuck this is Mr. Howard Monet. He is our family counselor."

I was too far away to shake hands so I said, "I'm very happy to meet you both." Then to Aunt Missy I asked, "May I call you Missy or is there a more appropriate name I should use."

"That would be fine. Please sit and eat."

We all sat and when Missy reached for her glass of orange juice signaling everyone else to begin eating. It was pretty much the same fare as the day before. All of it was really good. There was some conversation, most of it between Missy and the children.

When we were done, Michelle led me to the same seats as we were in yesterday when she gave me her history. Missy and Howard followed and we all sat around the small table. A server brought us cups and a large pot of coffee that was put on a warmer.

"It is nice to meet you Mr. Marshal, um, ah, Chuck." Missy said.

"I thought you were on the other side of the country, Missy?" I questioned.

"We were until Michelle called yesterday. We came quickly as she has never called us about a man before. She has never had a man stay with her more than an hour or so." You could tell she didn't know how to really put that.

It was then Michelle said, "Chuck has been with us two mornings now and has spent two entire days with the children and me. The children all seem to enjoy his company." With a suggestive smile she said, "I sure do enjoy his company."

Good ole' Mr. Monet seemed to be choking a little but came right back to what he was interested in. "What are your intentions Mr. Marshal?"

"Pardon me?" I asked. "I don't understand the question?"

"Now that you have serviced or have given Michelle what she wanted, what are you looking for in return?" He asked with a really severe look on his face.

"Um, look, I'm not looking for anything," I said a little defensively. "A couple of days ago I met this very nice lady with a bunch of kids. She said she wanted me to be with her for a little while. During that time she has told me quite a bit about herself and has told me multiple times that I could leave at any time and there were no strings attached. She did say she wanted me to meet her solicitor before I left. Is that you? The family counselor?"

"Yes, I am their attorney as you call it in the U.S. I have a paper for you to look over when we have a chance." He seemed to be relaxing a little.

Missy asked, "Why have you stayed over these two nights. Is there something you are staying for? Is there something you want?"

"Michelle?" I asked. "Tell them we have had a very good time together and have enjoyed being with each other." Then to the other two I said, "You two don't know me so you should not judge me. I like Michelle. Her life is a little different than most people, but we are all different. I think we need more time for us to get to know each other. I'm not in any great rush to get back to the Midwest so I have the time."

"Please excuse me for a few minutes." Michelle said rising. "I need to take care of the babies. I will be back as soon as I can."

As soon as Michelle was out of the room, Howard came alive. He reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a multi-page form. "This is a release for the possible offspring you may have helped create. It absolves you of all responsibility for the child."

I jumped in, "In other words I would be giving up my rights as a parent?"

"Yes," Said Howard. "A single man such as yourself I'm sure does not wish to be saddled with the responsibility of a child."

I was getting a little ruffled. "You don't know me Mr. Monet, or you Missy. I'm sorry I don't know your proper name. Isn't it premature for you to be kissing me off like this?"

"We know a great deal about you Mr. Marshal." Howard said taking out another piece of paper. "You are a divorced, teacher, a well thought of small college professor with a Ph.D. in economics, living in a very small apartment in St. Louis, Missouri. You were married for almost two years. You have been divorced several years and have not had any other long-term relationships. You have no arrest record. Your current salary is posted as being $74,000 a year due to your degree and longevity in your position. Your bank account is not that big but it seems you have some other holdings that may be worth something. Both of your parents are alive, as are all your grandparents. Your only medical problems have been with an urologist over the past five years. There is no record of you having a transmittable disease but it is curious that you are seeing an urologist for that long."

Stunned I said, "How in the hell did you find out so much about me, so fast? I only met Michelle a couple of days ago. And, ah, ah, why are you so interested in me?"

Howard started to speak but Missy put her hand on his arm. "I should answer that Chuck. Oh, my name is the same as Michelle's, La Fontaine, Michelle La Fontaine. My husband was Michelle's Father's Brother. Michelle was named after me. Her parents, my husband, and I were very close. I am a god parent. Call me Missy though as it is less confusing."

She shook her head and said, "Anyway Michelle has never shown as much interest in a man as she has you. This is the first time ever that a man spent the night with her. That is either very exciting or very alarming. Because I love Michelle so much as well as her children, I fear someone may come between us. Someone may take advantage of Michelle."

"You mean take advantage of her money right?" I asked. Not peevishly but it was a sincere question.

"Yes Chuck," Missy continued. "Michelle inherited tremendous wealth. Plus she has holdings in companies that are worth perhaps three times as much as she inherited. Anything I have, which is considerable will go to Michelle when I pass. Michelle doesn't care at all about how much she has; her only real interest is in her children. She has made up her mind to be a mother. And she has done it."

"It is nice that you guys have a lot of money," I said. "I don't care. I have all I need and with proper management and teaching I will have more than enough for the rest of my life. That you are wealthy is nice, I'm happy for you, but not happy that you feel that I want it. What I want is to get to know Michelle and her children more, to enjoy their company. Then I'll decide what I will do about us."

"Could you put that in writing Mr. Marshal?" Howard asked. Jeez this guy could get to you quick.

"See if you can phrase that without sounding too strange Mr. Monet," I said. "I will not give up my parental rights if there is a child. You see, I have always wanted to be a father. My ex-wife did not want children, just money. So if Michelle has my baby, in one way or another I will be around for it."

"Mr. Marshal," Howard began again. "I have an offer for you that should be interesting. Will you sign this release for say two million U.S. dollars? Ah, let's make that two and half million. Okay? How about it, is that fair?"

I started to raise out of the chair in order hurt this prick. Me, mister mellow and I was going to get physical, I was going to hurt him, bad.

Missy put her hand on my arm, staying me, "Please Chuck, don't be offended. It is Howard's job to settle these things as thoroughly and as fast as he can. Please understand he is just doing what he thinks he has to."

"Okay, okay, let's let this stuff go. Let me calm down a bit. I think I need to go outside and sit on the patio for a few minutes. It would probably be a good idea if you, Mr. Monet do not accompany me."

I walked out of the lounge through the dining room looking for a door to the outside. I found the kitchen where there were two ladies busily working. I walked through to a rear door and stepped out onto a screened area on the side of the house. I did find my way to the patio and found a seat and sat.

Man this is really getting complicated. What am I going to do? I like this lady but she lives really far away. Besides that she has seventeen kids. Damn! What the hell would I do with seventeen maybe eighteen kids? Holy shit, I have a job, a professional career. I can't just up and leave. Besides that, do I really want to hook up with some babe like Michelle? Is she all there or maybe a slice of bread short of a sandwich?

The answers to all of those questions were dawning on me. Yep, I really liked Michelle. Then I smiled to myself when I remembered how "I enjoy her breasts." But amazingly those beautiful mammaries were secondary to everything else. I really liked all the kids so far. Yep, I wanted to be a Daddy. I could probably get out of my teaching position as they were already complaining about my salary. But eighteen kids, seventeen now and maybe one on the way? That one would really be mine. No one was going to short change me on that one. I would be a daddy. Well shit, now I'm deeper than ever. What do I do from here?

Missy came around the house from about where the lounge was. In her hand she had two very tall glasses with a slice of lemon stuck on the side and two celery sticks, sticking out of them.

"Here, have a Bloody Mary. It's a little early in the day. I don't know about you but I need one." Missy said handing me one of the glasses.

"I'm sorry I got upset in there. I don't know what to do about all this," I said to Missy. "I don't know how to get out of my teaching position in order to be closer to the family. I don't really know whether Michelle would even be interested in me on a long-term basis. Darn, part of that isn't true. I already know that I could get out of my position in St. Louis. But I would have to do something up in Canada. I have to make a living. And isn't immigration to Canada kind of difficult?"

"You could and would keep your U.S. citizenship and not have to worry too much for that." Missy said brightly. "A teacher is always welcome in Canada. You may have some trouble with French but you would learn."

"But what about Michelle," I asked? "How does she really feel about me, about me staying around? This is really fast for her to be making up her mind like that."

"You forget Chuck," Missy said. "This is the lady who has chosen fathers for her seventeen children in less than an hour. She has done pretty well considering how healthy they all are. And look at them. They all look alike, all of them. Michelle has chosen men who have given her exactly the babies she wanted."

"You're right I guess. She seems pretty good at having made those decisions." I said, and then questioned, "How in the world has she gone out and just found men to knock her up and leave?"

"She flirted, teased and propositioned them," Missy smiled. "They acted as almost all men do and jumped at the chance to fool around with a good-looking buxom young lady. It was a quickie from heaven for them. Wham Bam, no questions asked. None of them took the time to know her or find out anything about her. They all just took her and left. Actually she took from them and shooed them away."

I just shook my head and sucked up more of the drink. I drained it then looked at Missy who had drained hers as well.

"Want another?" She asked.

"No, probably shouldn't. Don't need booze to cloud up my mind. I think I know what I'm going to do and I want to start, right now." I said standing.

I followed Missy back into the lounge. Howard was still there so I walked up to him and said, "Mr. Monet, I think what you need is some form of pre-nuptial agreement, perhaps a pre-suitor agreement. Whatever makes you feel secure. Get it together. I'll read it. If I agree to it, I'll sign it and then you can feel you have done your job. The thing you can't be assured of is will Michelle and I can work everything out to make something out of this."

Old Howard looked rightfully stunned. I turned and wandered off looking for Michelle.

Hearing lots of laughter up stairs, I followed the noise. In a huge room opposite the nursery from last night, the kids were doing all kinds of things. Two televisions were going. I think one had Barney on it and the other was some kind of movie. There were little boys with trucks, little girls with dolls, plus one of the twin boys and I think it was Marion were playing pool on what looked like a small bar type seven foot table. Michelle was sitting with the twin girls dressing some dolls. There were a couple of other little girls doing it with her too.

I went over to sit with the kids who were watching a movie. It looked to be one of the Disney movies. It was cool. The little girl, who had sat on my lap before on the bus, came over and sat with me, laying her head against me for a second then shifted her attention back to the TV.

Michelle touched me and said, "When I came back, you were outside with Aunt Missy. I didn't want to bother you so I came up to play with the kids. Are you done with Aunt Missy and Mr. Monet for a while?"

"Yep, all done. You and I need to have a talk though. Perhaps we can do it here with all the kids. They don't have to listen or be a part of it but they are involved," I said this, moving closer to Michelle.

She stood and led me to a dormer seat. The view was nice and the window was open letting the fresh air in.

"Michelle?" I started. "Good old Howard said some stuff that I need to make sure you understand. I don't need any money you have. I like all of your children. If you are pregnant with a baby I helped to create, I will be a parent with you. You and I have not had a lot of time to really get to know each other. But, if there were ever a thing called love at first sight, this has been it." With that I scanned her face for recognition but also checked out her bulging cleavage.

Reading my mind, Michelle teasingly asked, "You enjoy my breasts?"

Yep, there was that.

"What I'm trying to say Michelle is I want to be with you more. I want us to get to know each other more. I want your children to get to know me. Heck, I want to learn all their names. I want you. I want to be with you." With that I took a deep breath and leaned back against the wall of the dormer.

"I know," said Michelle. "When I met you, I knew you were to be the next father. But I knew I wanted you to stay and be a husband too. I don't know how I knew but I did. All of the children seemed to recognize that you were the one. You were going to be their father. Aunt Missy knows me and knows how I feel about you already. Forget Mr. Monet; let him go count money somewhere. The only important thing is how I feel and how the children feel about you."

Michelle leaned over and gave me the gentlest most passionate kiss I've ever had. The two older girls came over and gave me a hug and kissed my cheeks. The older twin boys Frank and Fred came and shook my hand. The little girl who had sat on my lap came and climbed up and said "My name is Sandy." The investigator twin girls Bonnie and Betty came over and said together "Think you can be my Papa?" Then they kissed me. All of them came to me and Michelle for touches, hugs, and kisses. The children had obviously been listening in. This was special.

Michelle and I were hugging with little Sandy on my lap when Missy came in. The kids swarmed her, telling her they had a new papa, a new father. Missy came to me and kissed my cheek, then with tears in her eyes kissed Michelle.

Three months later we had a wedding. Michelle was showing a little. My parents and all my grandparents were ecstatic. They had grand babies and great grand babies, a lot of them. Seventeen to be exact, going on eighteen, no twenty as Michelle was growing a triple-header. What in the world do you do with twenty kids? You know what the toughest part of all of it was, you to come up with three more names, three male, three female. And, Michelle still teases me with her luscious chest and asks, "Do you enjoy my breasts?"

Note: Glad I got that out of my system. This story has been rumbling around too long. It began while viewing a beautiful young lady with huge breasts nursing her baby in Victoria, Canada. It brought tears to my eyes but stimulated by muse. If you read the whole thing, thanks for sharing the story.


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Posted:  2007-07-14
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