Mayan Sun
Part One of the Cult of the Seers
By:
Valentino Incanto Profferi
©2008









Dedicated to Theo






The story told here by the autobiographical Romulus is utterly, fictitious and any resemblance between the characters herein or the events depicted and any true incident depicted by the Fairy tale is completely coincidental and unintentional.
 

1

I was seven years old when I first came to the little beach town of Todos Santos.  I had come with my parents, on a cruise that took us down the Mexican coast and down the western coast of Central America.  The tour bus took us from Cabo, where the ship docked for three nights, to Todos Santos in the morning before taking us into La Paz for dinner.  

My independent architect mother had her own office in Orangevale where she worked with two girlfriends and had tons of affairs that dad either ignored or didn't know about.  Her tall shapely body with the right curves in all the places won her many clients. More paying customers were won by the big green eyes and long dark hair with loose waves that hung over her tanned shoulder blades that were on permanent display with her tanned legs from beneath her revealing dresses.  In short, her sex appeal got her lots of customers that were happy to pay her well for her designs because they could always get a lot of extra satisfaction from the meetings she held daily for their benefit.  

Dad, my government administrator father, worked for the State of California in Sacramento and kept his little life simple by staying drunk all the time.  My parents were absorbed with the quaint buildings and faint sense of disorder in the little town of Todos Santos because they were out of their skulls as usual.  Mom took prescription amphetamines recreationally, thanks to the doctor who saw her in his office once every week at night, and dad was usually drunk if he was not at work.  That was why they did not notice when I walked off toward the beach.  I had seen a beautiful, darkly tanned Mexican blond woman in a dramatic billowing dress that had waved at me with Henna decorated hands that had actually been tattooed.  But then again, they hardly ever paid me any attention, being wrapped up in the dramas of their little suburban lives and jobs in the state capital.

I had vanished, without a trace, into a beautiful two-story Spanish style house on a little lot on the edge of the beach.  This was the residence of the Seer, Eugenia, with whom I spent that day and night while my parents worried about me and had the whole police department of La Paz searching for me.  They had no idea were they had lost me.  I could not in all honesty say that I cared at the time, but I am sorry I made a sport of torturing them for so many years now.  They were trying their best to raise me well, of course, I know that now, but at the time I was glad to be rid of them for a day.  They were just a couple of ordinary folks, and they just could not manage my visions of Fairyland and outbursts of magic that made unexpected things happen when I needed them.  They just ignored anything too weird for them to take and reached for their drug of choice.

I had a wonderful time with Eugenia that day and night.  We sat on her beachfront porch for a few hours while we talked about magic, the sight, and sex.  I asked her to let me sit on her lap because I wanted to feel her and be felt, I was kind of sexually hot for her, but at first I thought I liked her like a neat aunt or older cousin.  Eventually Eugenia started touching me with her hand inside my pants while I played the baby and suckled on her large, tanned, and soft breasts.  

It was the first time that I had gotten an erection; she even got me to cum while I sat on her lap.  With my cum all over the front of her dress, she simply took it off with no fuss at all.  I learned later that this happened every few day with her, but usually with men, not boys.  Then we had dinner with her staff, everyone nude.  It was a strange day with no other guests, but I only found out this was unusual years later.  I sat between Eugenia and Flores-Luz, the housekeeper at the time, and across from Norma, the fat brunette cook with dark, wavy locks on her head matching with the fuzzy tufts under her arms, over her cleft, and protruding from her sexy tight buns.  Flores was a very dark woman with Aztec features, long dull, black hair, big sexy lips, and great big hips that gave her fabulous but cheeks.  

I never felt as great as I did when I was with the women of the house of the Seer until years after when I met the witch that I wanted to, but that  would not marry me.  Only the Seers were witches at that house, all her staff were either Changelings or mortal Fairies.  For the entire dinner, either Eugenia or Flores-Luz played with my little stiffness with a hand while they ate with the other.  Some times, they both touched me.  Norma jammed her foot between my legs and caressed my balls with her toes.  Needless to say, I hardly ate from the dinner, but I felt fantastic from all the attention.  After the dinner, Eugenia took me to her bed with the other two women and talked to me about how she wanted me to come back as often as I could for she could see that our futures were intertwined.  She told me about my gifts: charm, proximal sight, perception, magnetism, and persuasion; and she taught me how to use them.  During my lessons with Eugenia, Flores-Luz enjoyed herself on my stiff little erection that she kept up for over an hour.

There were many firsts for me that night.  Both Eugenia and her housekeeper gave me fellatio, and they taught me to push their hot buttons with my hands, tongue, and lips.  I spilled my seed inside Flores-Luz's hot, swollen lips for the first time then too.  This set me up well to please many girls later in my adolescent years, particularly as my length grew.  Unfortunately, this also set my expectations so high that only older women could really satisfy me for years, even though there was a steady steam of girls close to my age ready to impale themselves on my attentive prick in the name of their education.  This led to many strange affairs after I came back to school in Sacramento, which I will get into later.  Eugenia even introduced my young erection to her accepting, beautiful, compact bottom that gave me an unexpected, lasting passion for sodomy that both shocked many of my lovers and brought many of them untold hours of pleasures with the guarantee of no pregnancy.  

In the morning, I awoke to discover Eugenia lying face down on the bed next to me with her legs curled beneath her getting another man's love in her rear.  Simultaneously, Norma was laying on my other side perpendicular to my body in the exact same position as Eugenia, gobbling my once more rigid implement while both Norma and Eugenia were sodomized by what turned out to be their regular Fairy lovers.  When the two Fairy men were done with their lovers' succulent behinds, I got to sodomize Norma's colossal hairy bottom, while she offered fellatio to both the lovers' spent but enduring erections.  Meanwhile, Eugenia called the police department at around ten in the morning, pretending to have found me sleeping on her porch.  Within a few hours during which I continued fornicating with the three women and their two lovers, my fatigued and distressed parents arrived in a Federal Police car with a very relieved Mexican officer that spoke English.  I made a great big fuss about how nice Eugenia and her staff had been feeding me and getting me warm without a mention of the real treatment, I had the pleasure of receiving.  Therefore, I got my parents to donate the Seer a couple of hundred dollars as a thank you gift.  The pleasant and fit young officer, who had clearly been flirting, fondling and fornicating with mother the past night,  also got a big bill as a thank you before entering the house in the wake of a very flustered Flores-Luz who was following after mother, who I saw raising her skirt as she walked in ahead of the officer.  Dad stayed distracted, being drunk, talking to Eugenia and me while mother had sex with the officer inside the house for about an hour.  For the rest of the cruise my parents paid more attention to where I was than they ever had, even more attention than when I had come home with a concussion and a broken arm from a skate boarding accident doing a trick on the steps of the public library on I street, at age six.  Mother got pregnant, I guess from the randy Mexican officer, but she miscarried after having tried some new drug her lover doctor had given her for a new kind of high.

After resuming the cruise, and for the three years after that, I talked constantly to my parents about how much I had loved Mexico, because I had, and how much I wanted to go back to Todos Santos and Cabo.  Odd things started happening more often to me after I came back to school.  I started using my magic to get ideas that my teachers would like at first.  My grades shot up from C's and D's when the new school year started and stayed steadily high ever after.  It was strange just getting a feeling for what your teacher likes and wants.  I would follow my hunches and get A's almost all the time and I hardly studied.

After a couple of year of these kinds of things, my life got even weirder.  Things started with my science teacher and two girls in my science class.  Ms. Alison kept me after class at the start of the year to talk to me about sex, Fairies and Changelings.  She told me that she had heard from one of the Changeling women that served the Fairified Witch Seer, Eugenia of Todos Santos that I had the abilities they wanted, and I would be inducted the following summer, when my parents took me there for my eleventh birthday.  

The two girls I was introduced to by her were a little older than I was, and were presented, as Tania and Vila, stunning blond, sensual twins that were also Changelings.  That afternoon, Ms. Alison had me start by giving her cunnilingus and a rimming while Tania and Vila took turns on attending to each other's sexual organs orally, while one of them enjoyed me in their lips making me ever harder and longer.  As it was getting late in the afternoon, Ms. Alison called my parents from her desk while Tania lapped at her moist, puffy labia.  During the nearly half hour phone  call, I was probing inside Vila's soft round freckled buttocks with my swollen erection deep in her pulsing rectum, as I watched her beautiful blond-red hair and developing freckled tits waving wildly as she convulsed with the pleasures of being sodomized.

Ms. Alison told my mother I would be having detention late for having kissed a couple of girls and disturbing the class repeatedly that afternoon.  She even told mother to expect that I would be getting a lot of detention from then on and that I may need extra tutoring after school very soon.  With Ms. Alison off the phone, Tania took the love rod that had been pleasing her twin and took it into her lips fervently, and adored it as her pursed lips traveled up and down my stiff part while I proffered Ms. Alison my oral pleasures to her glistening, aroused hollow.  Ms. Alison took me to her house with the twins at quarter to six, to keep the janitorial staff from finding us.  At her house I had intercourse with, and sodomized each of the three willful females again before she took me home to a thankful, very high, and completely naked mother who was straddled acquiescently on father's semi-erect phallus while he slept off his drink.  I went to my room and watched from the open door overlooking the landing above the family room, how Ms. Alison pushed my doped mother off my dad's thick little dick and gave her oral sex while she pushed her bottom into father's face.  

In less than ten minutes, the Changeling, Ms. Alison got father to wake up to the scents of her prepared, fragrant vagina by getting mother screaming with orgasmic pleasure.  My semi-conscious dad, who probably would have left the room in a jealous rage normally, mounted the surreptitious teacher's sex organ and pounded his little rod aggressively into to her fearless depths until he lost his balance and fell backwards after exploding his wild oats inside her throbbing womb.  Father hit his head on the coffee table and passed out while my teacher kept mother yelling, cumming and gushing onto her face in bursts, until mother also passed out on the sofa.  She came upstairs to my room that night, and slept with me while my parents recovered in the family room. Before sunrise, she woke me to sodomize her again before stealthily leaving to return to her home.

There was always a girl or two that wanted to study with me from then on, to try to get better grades resulting from the praise that Tania and Vila circulated among the girls of the school about my abilities, which is where it all started.  Of course, it would not work for most of the girls, so they would try to get me to have a relationship with them instead so that I could more directly help them with the lust, homework and to cheat on tests.  This got us all in a lot of trouble with the teachers and our parents many times.  Ms. Alison resigned around that time, for two years before coming back to the school, because I got her pregnant and she wanted to have the baby old enough to be babysat by some of her non-working, married Changeling friends.  Tania and Vila had to meet me at the mall or park at night after Ms. Alison left so that I could keep sodomizing them in the dark alleys and inside bushes because they also had regular parents that did not understand.  Eventually this got very hard and we lost touch after their parents moved away to another job out of state.

One of the girls that were trying to get better grades lied that we were having sex without ever having touched each other, when she saw no improvements.  Somehow, Jenny had missed the point of the gossip as a ploy to be alone with me to have sex in fact, and instead, actually believed that I was really helping with grades.  After that false allegation, I got an equivalent to solitary confinement with my lovely brunette teacher with blue eyes, Mrs. Norwood.  With my knack for pleasing my young teacher with the, long thin legs, pale skin, narrow hips, tight bum and long pink nipples on her spilling over breasts, I ended up having sex with her when I was eleven.  This happened shortly after having been with Eugenia again for a week that summer, while I had detention with the beautiful, beddable, married, teacher. 

I had gone back to spend a month in Cabo with my parents when I was eleven.  While I was there, I got my parents to leave me with Eugenia the Seer for a week.  Dad was at the hotel bar almost all the time until he got a whore to convince him to drink with her in his room, which made his hotel bill four times higher than they had expected.  My mother, had of course kept the officer's name and she spent that week in a La Paz hotel, getting laid by him and every other friend he cared to invite to her hotel room.  I think she was visited by some fifty guys that week, some of whom stayed with her several times and gave her a very sore jaw and anus.  Of course, mother tried to keep this up while back in Cabo, but she only got some twenty other guys to take her to their hotel rooms the next two weeks.  With dad having the whore with him all day, mother had to get guys that would have their own rooms.  

Every guy on the streets of Sacramento, when we returned, looked at mom with her funny walk when she would go out on errands.  A few times, she even made me wait inside a store while she went to the back with the attendant or the manager to receive more hard cock pumping in her lovely butt and face.  

It was great being there again that week.  I participated in two ceremonial evenings, for clients of Eugenia, a ritual of the sight, and binding ceremony that made sure my future was tied to that of the house of the Seers for the rest of my life.  On the first night that I was there with Eugenia, I took part in the Communing with a Village rite where I had to penetrate and ejaculate into each of the staff of the house and the one visiting woman guest that was leaving in the morning.  I spent that whole night, filling the guest with my rigid young member and loads of semen upon Eugenia's pleading.  During the days, I spent all my time in bed being loved by and loving Eugenia, Norma and Flora-Luz.  I learned a lot more about giving physical pleasure to adult women on that visit.  I even got Eugenia pregnant with Clara the Seer in those seven nights.  

My mother never suspected any of this even though with a little curiosity I got a long confession of her that had her blushing with shame while revealing all her secrets and sexual preferences.  At first, she fondled my penetrative organ absentminded as her memory reminded her of her many adventures.  Later she began to masturbate it as she told about the fifty lovers that drove their manly erections into her awaiting orifices, and all her other sexual affairs.  When she was done, and her flowing arousal had dampened her skirt, mother remarked on my not having ejaculated yet before she started pleasuring it with her juicy, plump lips.  She did have me coat her mouth and throat with my viscous white ejaculate, making her longing for of having it again, but she stopped herself before she implanted the remaining stiffness into her womb.

This married teacher I had countless detentions with to have sex, ended up talking my mom into having me get private tutoring with her to excel in the advanced courses she would enroll me into.  I had the affair with Mrs. Norwood for years with that pretence of visiting, her house at first, three times a week.  Eventually, when Ms. Alison came back to the school, she joined Mrs. Norwood in tutoring me.  She arranged to have the continual intercourse and sodomy sessions with the teachers and schoolgirls moved to her house both because she was single, unlike the married Mrs. Norwood, and because she lived, close enough to my house, for me to come alone on my bike from home or school.  This meant that I started to visit my tutors five days a week, spending many hours before school and after school satisfying their lust.  

After Ms. Alison came back and we moved the orgy to her house, where Mr. Norwood would not come in unexpectedly, Mrs. Norwood started taking the pill because she got pregnant from me emptying my testicles into her plump, freckled pussy every day.  She lost a bit of weight with the constant sex too since she had stopped watching TV and snacking after work.  Mrs. Norwood even told me that because we had so much sex, her husband had started wanting to have sex with her again occasionally, and she had gotten three adult man lovers in addition too.  

The postman started delivering her mail at eight thirty or nine in the mornings on her days off from school, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.  He would come in with or without his uniform, to ride her sex and give her the spunk that his obese wife did not want any more.  One of the Sacramento County Sheriffs that patrolled her neighborhood knocked on her door one Saturday morning when he saw her changing, after the Postman had left, in her upstairs bedroom window.  Since he had liked what he saw of her, and her husband was still out playing golf as usual, she invited him in to fill her twat, still frothing with the postman's spunk with even more of his thick semen.  After he came in her shallow chasm while riding her from behind, Mrs. Norwood told that the Sheriff split her buns with his organ and entered her joyful,practiced anus with his short, but very thick hot rod and did not stop riding her rump until her husband pulled up in the driveway outside.  The Sheriff got her phone number and came over after calling for the best time, to pound his lover's hairy mound and hairy crack every Friday night and Saturday afternoon when her delinquent golfer hubby was playing. The Sheriff apologized that  his wife wanted his tool on Sunday morning before church, and his seventeen year old daughter wanted if all Sunday afternoon and evening,  while his wife was out playing bridge with her friends.

Her last lover, the priest at her local church had her first in the confession box on a Sunday afternoon, which was usually boring for him, waiting for the confessors that never came.  After she told him about all the men that were starting to love her many holes like clockwork and that had made her take the pill to keep from having countless pregnancies, he closed confessions on Sunday permanently and asked her to offer her protruding, succulent labia, and rump to his manly projection.  After also penetrating her love chasm with his huge stick of punishment and plunging through her buns with his big rod, filling her with his fertile white jet, Father Mc Inness made her suck him dry and sign up for special services.  Every Sunday, following the late morning banging by the Postman, after the noon service was one hour past, she was to come to his private chamber in the basement.  Once she was sufficiently undressed in the lower regions, he could sanctify and purify the evils injected into her by the Sheriff and Postman.  

With his insufficiently used, enormously long, and thick penis, he cleansed her by riding her womb for three hours and repeating the treatment with her infected bum for another three hours.  Once he had completed the six-hour, exorcism with his massive rod and large hairy balls slapping her thighs from behind all six-hours, Mrs. Norwood told me that she had to offer him fellatio until he came in a hot flood that shot down her throat, feeding her hunger for male seed.  That took her nearly another hour, some times longer.  Since her husband went to the bars with his friends on Sunday after also going to church with them, it was great to get the extra attention and to eat so much tasty semen.  Mrs. Norwood said that she loved sucking a cock that was still hard after having been traveling through her cervix and sphincter for a long time fist.  She also hoped that she would be able to get the same treatment from her husband's gang of golf, church, and bar buddies some time soon, maybe at her house when they all came over drunk to watch porn flicks online one Sunday night.  I warned her she was getting addicted then, but to def ears.

 
There was another, of many girls, Wendy, which wanted to study with me, who was in the advanced program Mrs. Norwood had enrolled me into.  However, with the false allegation credited to me by the foolish Jennifer, the teachers and parents were suspicious.  Mrs. Norwood arranged to supervise our study sessions at Ms. Alison's house since I went over to her house for supposed tutoring any way.  The supposition was that with two teachers watching, there was no risk left.  I still don't know if either teacher had anything to do with it or not, but within one week of beginning to study with me, Wendy was studying how fast she could get my implement erect and the many ways it made her feel when I put it in many different parts of her body.  It was after Mrs. Norwood saw Wendy's gaping sphincter oozing creamy spunk onto the brown corduroy sofa subsequent to a deep sodomizing of Wendy, while Wendy had me plunging deep into her throat while I lay upon the sofa that ever after, the teacher had me sodomize her too specifically so she could give me fellatio afterward.  

Mrs. Norwood got a taste for oral sex with a sodomizing cock from Father Mc Inness, and did it with me, the Sheriff, and I heard years later from Ms. Alison, that she had gotten her husband's friends as weekly regulars also.  Later, Mrs. Norwood enjoyed the entire Sac State football team, including the coaches, who obliged her anal to fellatio addiction as a gangbang in the locker room at the university where she was taking continuing education.  She would suck the player that had just burst his load of semen up in her bowels while the next player sodomized her to his explosive climax.  She had gotten severely addicted by then, leading to nearly thirty men taking her in rapid succession several times that day.

Wendy's mom took her out of the program after we had been having sex for nine months because her grades were falling.  In addition, she discovered Wendy with her ten year old, younger brother's phallus implanted in her anus as she bounced on his hot, inflamed, red balls joyously on a Saturday morning while the two were watching cartoons in his room.  Wendy had started sleeping in her brother's bed five months earlier and had been having sex with him and several of the neighbors' boys for nearly eight months.  The boys had ranged from nine years to the nineteen-year-old freshman at American River College.  Most of them had eventually started sodomizing her little buns too, because she wanted them in there. 

The scandal in her family got Wendy sent to psychotherapy every week for a year while her little brother was sent off to a boy's only boarding school in England.  I found out much later from one of my lovers, that in the West-end of London, Wendy had gotten her father to divorce her mother and live with her.  She managed this by revealing to him, pictures of her mother having sex with her brother and the neighbor's husband at the same time while her brother was home for the summer vacations.  Wendy got her dad to rent the two spare rooms to two college boys she like having sex with whenever she was not riding her daddy's little, thick erection.  They stayed together until her father passed away, but the college boys changed every two quarter, once Wendy was tired of them.

That momentous summer for her family, Wendy had of course been having sex with her brother too, that was how she organized it with him to get the pictures taken by the neighbor's digital video-cam, to force the separation.  The mother, who had started having sex with her son on the trip to England when she had enrolled him in the boarding school,  moved to England after the divorce to keep having sex with him.  It turned out that the mother had questioned her son about the sex he had been having for the entire trip from Sacramento International Airport, through all the flights, three layovers, and the train trip to the town in the Midlands, where the school was.  By the end of the thirty-eight hour journey, when they had gotten to the hotel in the back of a taxi, the mom had had one breast nearly hanging out of her jacket that the driver had fondled as her body had hung over the back of his seat.  With her hand on the driver's hard implement and her skirt hitched up in the back of the taxi, her ten-year-old son had administered cunnilingus that made her moan into the driver's ear.  

Of course, the taxi driver had helped her with the luggage into her B&B room.  Because the driver was in the room, Wendy's brother had watched his mom beg the driver to drive his erection that she had been feeling through his pants, into her juicy gash as she rubbed the front of his trouser in the hotel room.  The driver had sex with her for a half hour or so and left after spilling his seed in her and collecting a one hundred pound tip from the horny mother.  With his mother lying prone on the little bed with hot semen seeping out of her slit, the aroused eleven year old sodomized her broadly spread butt cheeks and then got her sucking him just like his sister had done while she was delirious from the surprise and enormous sex deficit she had accumulated with her husband.  He then spent most of the next three days sodomizing and having sex with his mother before entering the school housing compounds.  Wendy heard about it all in letters that her brother sent her weekly that only increased her appetite for her father's manly flesh.  

Wendy's mom ended up living in an old little English house near the school, with a retired Pub Tenant she had sex with when her little boy with the large penis was busy with learning.  The Pub man had a young barmaid with whom he still had a love affair after he moved in with Wendy's mother.  The mother had such a sex appetite that the barmaid came over to have sex and moved in with them to share the boy and man with the mother when she was not at work.  Both women enjoyed sodomy from time to time, and enjoyed each other's bodies often as well during the long sessions with Wendy's brother and the Pub man.

Wendy had gotten pregnant thirteen times over the years from any one of the men that lived with her and had seven girls and three sons over the years.  She never bothered to find out which college student or her dad were the fathers since she arranged for three men who got great jobs to stay with her and her aging father after graduating.  Since she had such a small pelvis and butt with a shallow vagina that any of their little dicks over five inches could push through her cervix, she loved the sex with essentially any man.  She even had their friends that got brought over to the house for parties that inevitably ended with an orgy that centered about her wanton youthful womanliness.

The year after I started going to be tutored at the house of Mrs. Norwood, I ended up also having sex with the principal while I was having detention with her.  Principal Bloomfield was a stout, little woman with enormous breasts and an enormously wide, shallow little pelvis and bottom atop thin little legs that she worked out with daily.  She liked wearing red, purple, and pink suits with stockings and no undergarments so she could masturbate while at her office with ease.  She had gray-blue eyes with very large epicanthic folds and a take me to bed expression in them.  Her poker face for work faded as soon as she saw my erection stiffening when I saw her breasts through the suit jacket.  I had been sent to her office by a teacher for something silly, but she wasted no time.  The principal got up and locked the door to her office after ordering her secretary to not disturb her at all until notified otherwise.  She offered me her gigantic bust to get me harder, removing her jacket and blouse.  While adoring her provocative udders, she caused my shorts to fall to fondle my increasingly long organ.  In less than twenty minutes, I was pushing the hot, purple head of my extensive erection through her popping cervix to great effect.  Because I missed my afternoon tutoring that day, the principal gave me recurring detention for at least once every week ever after that.  

Principal Bloomfield even got brave after six months riding my impregnating organ in her office and told my inattentive mother that I had been so bad that she wanted to continue the detentions every Friday weekly from eight in the morning to eight at night, throughout the summer at her house.  For eight weeks, even after she had confirmed she was pregnant, I would meet with Principal Bloomfield in her family room to have sex with her while her husband was busy next to us filling the neighbor's wife with his useless baby seed.  We even switched two or three time a day during those long summer Fridays, when I would pump into the newly wed neighbor's wife of twenty, a womb full with my fertile secretion.  Philly, as she was called, became one of the regular young women to visit me for my services at Ms. Alison's house for years after that.

That summer Principal Bloomfield and Philly both got pregnant from my semen, because Mr. Bloomfield was actually sterile from the horrendous toxins, he had been exposed to while serving in the air force for twenty-eight years.  The principal took a year sabbatical to have our baby and Philly, who started visiting me at tutoring, passed off her baby boy as her new husband's because she couldn't stand him.  She had gotten married to her boss at the insurance office a few months prior, because he had pressured her since she started working for him at age seventeen.  That was, I think, when my mother got suspicious and started asking me questions, there had now been about three or so pregnancies with women that I visited regularly.  

By my thirteenth birthday I was getting tutored at Ms. Alison's house three times a week when I had sex with her and Mrs. Norwood and sodomized both her and the  married bottom every time so that Mrs. Norwood could then suck my increasingly longer erection.  In addition, I went to her house two other times a week when I had sex study sessions, one with Amanda and the other with Katie who did not like sodomy, but liked fellatio before I sodomized Mrs. Norwood or fornicated with either Ms. Alison or Philly.  Some times Mrs. Norwood would watch me penetrating, Philly, Amanda, or Katie, over the dining table or the back of the sofa from behind the kitchen mesh screen.  How the girls did not notice I do not know.  

Both young girls had boyfriends on the school soccer team that they never let touch them in public before we met, but then they both started having sex with the boys after starting with me at the study sessions.  I found out because they both admitted it to me when I mentioned that they smelled different and were looser than before.  Once Amanda left the program, two friends of Katie's signed up, Sarah and Eileen.  Both were big fleshy girls with that sexy, soft glow that the slightly overweight ranch girls get that tell you they feel wonderful bouncing both upon you or beneath you.  Both girls had marvelous large buts and eye-catching boobs that were exaggerated by their eating habits on the farms they lived at in Orangevale.

 
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It was my fifteenth birthday before my mother found out what was going on.  She walked into Ms. Alison's house unexpectedly for some reason, and found me lying on a lounge chair with my erection buried in Mrs. Norwood's bum.  My cum was leaking out of her swollen vaginal  lips with every bounce on my love stick as she leaned back, while Philly, who sat on my face, kissing her with difficulty.  Philly was leaking her juices mixed with my earlier ejaculate, back onto my lapping tongue and open mouth, while the two women tried to kiss.  

My mother totally surprised me by just stripping her skimpy work dress, kneeling before Mrs. Norwood's full, hairy groin and setting to work with her tongue on Mrs. Norwood's dripping slit because, as she told me later, she had been dying to taste and enjoy my ejaculate more regularly since the haphazard fellatio of a few years earlier.  In addition to which she had wanted an excuse to have me filling her holes with it systematically for years.  After she got my sodomized teacher shuddering with waves of pleasure racking her body, my own mother started using my long and thin erection to her own pleasures, giving me fellatio and impaling herself on my long, rigid projection that gave her instant orgasms as I passed immediately through her proximal cervix.  

After that, everything got much more complicated.  Mom started bringing her architect friends, and a male secretary they shared, over to our house in Fair Oaks, when dad was busy at the office or out on business trips or weekends.  The three women would have sex with each other and with me while they made the poor secretary watch and masturbate for hours with punishment if he ejaculated, before they let him sodomize my mother who I had already sodomized at least twice in front of him.  

The secretary guy was totally into being submissive and slavish to mother.  She would even whip him naked some times and had his but cheeks branded with her name preceded by the words, "THE SLAVE OF."  But, even though they worked together until mother retired, she never let him get in her pussy, she just teased him endlessly and made him sodomize her because he would rather have had intercourse with her.  I slept with and had sex with mother every day that dad was away at night, spilling my semen in her womb and then sodomizing her.  Just like Mrs. Norwood, who she began to invite over  to our house regularly, mother got a thing for giving me fellatio after I was done filling her ass and  bumping her cheeks apart, which made my balls slap the space between her long thin legs  

I got both mom pregnant with my sister Angel and her business partner friend April with her son Marc.  Marc was caught by his supposed father, with his dick in April's slit when he was thirteen.  Marc's dad, Brian, went gay after discovering that his thirteen year old had a nine and a half inch penis already, and that it pleased his mother's deep cervix much better than his very thick six inches that did not reach the cervix at all.  Marc ended up sodomizing his dad and mom and got April pregnant when he was sixteen, just seven years before April became menopausal at fifty-two.  

I don't know if Marc ever left home, but he got a girlfriend I had been having an affair with, that moved in with them all and had a bunch of kids with her.  I  found the whole family all, piled together naked in the family room a few times, in the middle of the night, when I came to have sex with Marc's sexy, over weight, big butted girlfriend, June, and  bomb shell mother April, at their house near Sunrise Mall when I visited Sacramento.  When I walked in once, 

April had June's first son, Corry, aged ten, erect with his pecker in her mouth.  Meanwhile, Mark was pumping his huge dick into April's slushy slit slowly because Brian, his dad was licking and sucking on his swinging shaven balls.  Leah, Marc's younger sister, was administering fellatio to Brian's hairy thick dick while he licked Marc.  Finding Leah's womb moist, shaven and puffy with arousal, I pulled out my hard length and put inside Leah's tight young labia for a nice long copulatory session before I started sodomizing June's gorgeous broad butt.  This was quite common for them as I said which led them all to be generally happy people with comfortable lives that stayed close to each other most of their lives.

My dad never suspected a thing because he thought that mom had two lesbian friends that she made out with at work when they were not busy at her office.  I had become mom's primary male sex partner by age sixteen.  Since I usually came in mother's tight little bottom, I did not get her pregnant often.  Sometimes, mother would even come into to my room early in the morning and ask Angel to get over to the other side of the bed for her morning cream filling.  Mother wanted for me to fill her wet slit with my love stick and send her off to work with a full organ.  That way she could have her slavish secretary suck her dry before her boyfriend/clients that worked for developers and the government offices in Sacramento would come to leave their design requests and payments before they offer her their variety of different feeling pricks as a tip. 

What dad thought about the lesbian friends was only half-true as I found out very young.  Mother had a sex party at her office that I attended when I was seventeen; I had a whole new variety of experiences that day.  She turned out to be addicted to being sodomized while giving oral sex to both men and women.  For the twelve hours the party raged while dad was out of town, mom had some man's dick in her bum and either a woman or man getting caressed by her mouth the entire time. Quite a number of times she was also the contented recipient of double penetration.  Mom's other work friend, Mary-Beth just liked oral sex, but she would let me have sex with her sometimes if she also had another woman to have sex with simultaneously.  Mary-Beth was the most lesbian and least bisexual of the three women until she was drunk, senseless, and unable to walk.  Then, because she began molesting the many exposed rigid phalluses with her lusty mouth with random agression, every man at the party mounted her huge round but and gagged her with their squirting love hoses to which she submitted with woeful grimaces after the third set of males had spilled their ejaculate inside her rectum and throat.  While Mary-Beth had her but and mouth pumped full of every male guest's stiffness, every one of the women at the party took their turns giving Mary-Beth cunnilingus as she was penetrated, because her female ejaculate tasted so delicious after she began to be stimulated by the men, they all wanted her squirting as much as possible onto their tongues.  It was principally for this consensus between the many regular attendees at these parties, that April and mother arranged to get Mary-Beth inebriated as fast as possible on their version of "jungle juice" as they called it, a revolting blend of every spirit and liqueur in the house disguised by sugary died drink mixes such as Kool-Aid.

That day of that party I was one of only two men that got to put their erections into mother's twat.  I also had to please her back end three times that day while Kevin was busy pumping his eight-inch thick monster covered in popping veins deep into mother's squelching hot vagina in a double penetration that was almost as addictiveg for her as fellatio following sodomy.  I even got to experience what I was dishing out to mom, when a big hairy guy that had just busted his balls in mother's but, put it in mine while I was coupled with April's vigina from behind.  I was watching April trying to gobble two thin cocks at the same time while I pumped my rod into her belly when Brian slipped his long, thin, and well-lubricated prick into my backside in a quick and deft stroke.  

That was the day that I got April pregnant with our second child, Leah while Marc was only a toddler.  With Brian's pecker squishing my prostrate, I came harder and longer in April than I ever had before.  I passed out over April's back after that, but April told me later that Brian just kept on pounding me until I woke again with a still raging hard on inside her.  When I came round again, April was cumming and her cervix was squeezing my love rod as mercilessly as Brian was bumping my butt.  I came again and just stayed in April until the end of the party while three other guys pounded my back end and made me come in April's desirous womb three more times.  I could hardly move after the four dicks in my anus, but I knew I did not want to repeat the experience that Brian had given me too often, those guys are just too rough.  

Leah was born nine months later and the genetic tests showed I was the father.  Mother never told dad, he went to the grave without a clue that any of it happened.  Dad even thought that Angel was his daughter, born a month premature since he had been away on the month that I got mother pregnant.  Angel knew somehow, maybe mom told her, I don't know.  She used to watch me having sex with mother and her friends from the upstairs landing when I was home from college since we usually did it either in the family room or in the kitchen.  

Angel was giving me fellatio by the time she was eight, but she had been showering with me, playing with my penis, and sleeping in my bed when visiting since she was five, when mom sent her to live with me in the Bay Area.  She said that mom and dad slept together, and that mom and I slept together when dad was out and I was home, so she wanted to sleep with me when mom was in bed with dad.  I resisted for a few weeks, but mom told me to keep my sister happy so that dad did not find out from her, and sent her to me.  Angel started riding my stiff third leg on her ninth birthday.  

The same year of the orgy before my eighteenth birthday, I moved out to go to college at Menlo College in Atherton.  It took me about five years to complete my undergraduate, taking my time to have plenty of sex and keep the women happy with a light course load.  On the weekends at first, mother would come to visit me with little Angel, from Friday to Sunday to ride my stiff rod and that of my very lucky roommate, Craig.  Later on, she would come to the flat she had gotten for me to live in with Angel when I was at Stanford, so that I could satisfy her lusts.  

Angel was so keen on me as a little girl, before moving in with me at five that she even came with me on my spring break trip to the Seer when I was twenty.  While I was there, little Angel watched me having sex countless times and was also present when Eugenia did the binding ceremony where she opened my scrotal sack and put a stimulating salve inside before adding the amulet and suturing my balls shut again.  Eugenia told us that after I came and had a house, I would get Angel a son.  The year after I moved to Mexico and bought the house in El Cien, Angel got sent down to me just before turning nine.  We started having sex on her birthday because she really wanted that and nothing else.  Because I had so much sex with Angel after I moved to El Cien, I got her pregnant at eleven.  I made Angel pregnant with a son just as Eugenia had expected.  It was unfortunate though, but the ever-weak Angel died from complications during the premature birth of the boy who also died two days later.  She was buried in Todos Santos with her baby by Eugenia, Flores-Luz, and me.  

Mom was very distraught and retired soon after Angel's death.  Under pretence of moving out alone to recover on her own from her loss, mother moved into a lovely house with her new girlfriend Betsy a busty, very curvy mulata with an absolutely beautiful ass and long wavy golden brown hair on her head and a fine fuzz all over her perfectly proportioned body.  Their enormous house was across the town from mine.  Mother had my penile services satisfying her ass, and that of Betsy every night of the week and the entire weekend in the first years Anna-Maria worked for me.  Most of her women friends she brought over were post-menopausal, but they still got me to impregnate Lolita, a thirty two year old African American beauty on vacation and Stephanie, a seventeen-year-old brunette freshman, during her spring break in Cabo.  

During the weekdays, they would let me work undisturbed on my books until the late night, but Betsy insisted on my sleeping in their bed with her.  That way, she said, she could have my hard phallus please her while I slept.  I got to sleeping very heavily in that period and keeping my erection through my sleep.  I woke up many mornings with my tool either deep in Betsy's vagina or her mouth.  Some times, mother or Betsy would manage to suck me in through their anal sphincter while I slept, a very challenging maneuver.  Then I would wake up with either a big round dark butt, or a tight pale ass milking me hard as they rose and fell on my love stick by the wakeup methods that Anna-Maria developed later.  It had been those antics that had gotten the ring with straps fitted to the bedroom ceiling in both houses.

Dad died from a heart attack the next year while at work at fifty-eight.  I suspect the man just did not have enough fun to counter all the stupid stress in his suburban life.  Mom came back with Betsy, to live together in Sacramento again before I started my long affair with Anna-Maria, my housekeeper.  Unfortunately, for mother and Betsy, mother obtained a second girlfriend that lived with them, Anne.  Anne was very jealous and possessive of mother, but she had the habit of drinking herself drunk when she was frustrated, bored, or at home while not doing any work or having sex.  

Mom got good at keeping Anne frustrated and drunk while she was busy with her lovers, eventually though, Anne got the three started using Cannabis, which led to mom and Anne using Methamphetamines later.  This resulted in mom keeping Anne with her, in her flat a lot of the time, in a drunken stupor and high.  Somehow, mom also got an army of horny assholes to come over to her place and ride Anne's and Mom's orifices until they woke up from their drunken stupors.  Betsy just moved back in with me permanently at the house in El Cien where I lived with my sex goddess Anna-Maria.  Several times the hung over Anne video-phoned my home-office, nude while she got sex from one, two or three jerks that had been pounding her senseless body for hours with their flaccid dicks, to beg me to come to have sex with them.  A few times Anne video-phone in to find me with my hard prick deep inside Anna-Maria or Betsy's body, ass or mouth if she came round too late at night.  

It was when mother and Anne both started using Methamphetamines and Ecstasy daily concurrently with being gangbanged by the assholes constantly in mom's flat, that I cut off my communication lines.  I kept the horny and sexy hairy mulata, Betsy, with me to kept having sex with her plump, pear shaped, and fifty-seven year old hot body that I loved so much.  Mother died of a Methamphetamine overdose the next spring while she was having sex with fifteen lacrosse players from a visiting team from LA.  I found out from a hysterical Anne, who had a consort of hers' who worked at Sacramento Police Department, call me from his office so that she could talk to me.  Of course, I took care of the burial, attended the funeral and memorial with Betsy and Anna-Maria, and cleaned up the mess she had left with her addiction.

I ran into Anne a few years after mother died, while buying bread on University Avenue for my hotel room while in Palo Alto for a talk on one of my books.  Anne begged me to come to her new place and screw her again, but I told her I had Anna-Maria with me who would also come, and she got cold feet.  That was the last time I saw Anne.  I heard from my next spiritual partner, Heather, who was bi, and loved sex with Betsy too, that Anne had finally gone back to the east coast when her parents, who had discovered her habits and terrible living conditions, sent her home to Boston and put her to work as a waitress at her uncle's restaurant.  Heather was the fist girl that had liked me that made me feel normal the way that Eugenia had all those years ago.  

At the time we met at the main library on campus, Heather was an undergraduate in her sophomore year at Stanford.  I told her over lunch at the Garage, about my thesis when I had been a student and the books that I had written.  Heather was actually interested in what I was doing and came over to our hotel room that night to see what I had mentally, physically, and sexually.  The cute, curvy girl with thick straight brown hair read my thesis paper, and correctly identified it as a bunch of bull that I had probably written to please the university staff.  I have to admit that her perceptiveness and directness really got me interested in her.  I thought I had met the right woman finally.  We dated a few times when I came to the Bay Area biannually and things went really well with us.  A year after we met, Heather asked me if she could move in with me, Anna-Maria and the elderly Betsy with whom she had loved making out.  That was my cue to open my life to her and see how she took to the real me.

I sat her down in my hotel room while Betsy was out shopping with Anna-Maria one year, with a pitcher of ice water between us, and two glasses.  I began to tell her about my life and innumerable affairs, children with girls, teachers, principals, my sister, mother, and mother's friends.  I told her about Eugenia and my daughter, Clara, and how I returned monthly for my new moon ritual with the Seers.  As I told the stories of my sexual adventures, how mother messed with my girlfriends and eventually died from the drugs, Heather both recoiled and grew pale.  It had been months that we had been going out and we had sex almost every day that I was in around her, Heather even came over just to have Anna-Maria and Betsy some times on her vacations from college.  I thought that my story would either, turn her away or she would understand and marry me.  Heather listened to the entire history from when I was only seven to the present.  

She finally declared that she knew that we could never be together once I was done, but that she loved me and that she wanted to have children with me.  She would always be with me in spirit.  She also asked me to promise her to not marry any one else so that she could be my spiritual partner.  That month she stayed and had sex with me almost continually in my house at El Cien, but she would never have sex again after that for years after she left for home.  

Heather had a baby boy from that month we spent together, Steven Palk.  I helped Heather financially with buying her a house in Menlo-Atherton, where she was born, and sent her thousands of dollars every month as my income from the books grew after the first year.  Heather and I exchanged long letters every week or two ever since she left Mexico, after I got her pregnant.  It took her two years to finish her degree in financial management with the baby, after which she took a job at an car sales lot in Menlo-Atherton to show her boy that she lived a regular life even though the father did not live with them by her own choice. 

  I have asked her to come to Mexico and marry me for the last thirty some years, and she has always reminded me that she loves me but that we cannot be together physically.  Twenty-two years ago, Heather asked me to meet her in Paris for a week together since Steve was going to be away at a business and economics summer camp for entrepreneurs in high school.  

I spent a week with Heather then, and nine months later, she had our daughter Suzanne Palk.  Both kids got their mother's maiden name and I was only supposed to meet them once in their lives when they had insisted with Heather that they wanted to meet their dad.  Steven met me when he was thirteen just before choosing the entrepreneurial path at which time I assured him that Fairyland would provide him assistance if he needed it, though I do not think he understood quite what I meant at the time.  Suzanne met me when she was nineteen, before beginning college.  Both my kids with Heather were thankful for all the support I had given and continued to provide, and the gifts I had sent from abroad for Christmas and their birthdays.  Steven had his mother's intuitive good sense to see that despite his father's inexplicable wealth and fairy charms, Fairies, even Changelings were best associated with in Fairyland and not in the ordinary life and social world that did not suit them.  Suzanne pined for me for four more years when fate brought us together again and I taught the witch girl a way to reach me whenever it took her fancy.

I heard from Heather how well Steven did and how he had set up his own business with a friend from school, Martin Roper.  Very many years later, I discovered that Steven had vanished without a trace from a very distraught Heather who begged me to come to Menlo-Atherton and try to find him.  By the time I got the news about his disappearance, Steven had been missing for months.  I came to the little town and ran into several fairy lovers I saw regularly and into the Princess of the Tellurian realm, the earth and sweet waters Fairyland realm on the North American continent that includes most of Mexico and Canada.  The Princess told me that she would soon have Steven freed from the clutches of Fairy Queen Sequoia.  With that news, I paid Queen Sequoia a visit at the Great Hall and had sex with her for several days and nights before returning to Heather and giving her the good news about Steven.

When I returned to Heather with the news that Steven had been released, following twelve days of rampant intercourse with Queen Sequoia, I stayed at her house on Middlefield Road, for a week.  During that week, I made love to Heather every evening and night, after serving her dinner, when she returned from work at the Chevy dealership where she had been a financing and accounting manager for decades, since graduating from Stanford.  Suzanne, who was a junior at Menlo College at twenty-one, spent a lot of her time at home with me that week.  

She left for class at seven in the morning, before Heather was even ready for her job.  Normally, Suzanne would stay at school all day at the Bowman library or the darkroom inside the student union because it was boring at home within walking distance down Encinal Avenue.  But since I was there, Suzanne got to pick my brain for ideas and get the sex she wanted from ten thirty, when she got back to seven thirty, one hour before Heather came home.  

Suzanne got the idea of enjoying me after she came down stairs late on the first night to get a snack and drink from the kitchen.  For an hour and a half she had observed my long love bone sinking into Heather, who was doubled up in front of the fireplace with her feet over her face, moaning with rapture.  From the upstairs landing, Suzanne moved closer, to the end of the kitchen.  From the vantage point in the back of the kitchen, she knew she could see anything going on in the family room without being seen.  That night she saw Heather do things she had never even known about or thought that her mother would have objected to.  Suzanne had also seen that her mother had not just enjoyed herself, but asked me to repeat what pleasured her most.  To Suzanne, the biggest surprise came when Heather, whilst impaled on my penis, had asked me to carry her to the telephone so that she could invite, her girlfriend, Jean, to come to her house for some good-woman-man-woman fun together. 

Suzanne had hidden in the kitchen watching me sodomizing her mum for the fourth time over the love-seat, while they had waited the twenty minutes it took Jean to arrive.  When the doorbell rang, Suzanne took the chance to open the door with the excuse that she had been in the kitchen getting some milk to help her sleep.  Suzanne wanted to know whom this old friend was that her mother went to visit weekly, but that she had never met.  She had continued her stealthy observation from the hiding spot in the kitchen and was surprised by how automatically and easily Heather and Jean had transitioned into the two friends loving each other in a lesbian passion.  Suzanne had also made a note of how I had made extensive efforts to please both women vaginally, anally, and orally while they enjoyed each other with obviously years of practice.

Of course, I was happy to oblige the attractive young woman of surprising height, at six foot one, dusty brown, wavy hair, dark brown eyes, pale white skin and delicate curves and features.  She even reassured me that she would not get pregnant since she took the pill and also used an implanted barrier before insisting that I do as she asks since I was so eager to please the other women.  Following the six days and night of passionate fornication with the young exquisiteness, Suzanne took to visiting me frequently at home in El Cien, sometimes even joining Anna-Maria and me while we were pleasuring each other in my office or in bed.

Suzanne would ritually take me into the shower at ten thirty, when she returned from class.  After gently, and adoringly scrubbing each other clean in the shower, we would copulate in the spraying water.  Following sex in the shower, she would lead me to the hot tub in the garden, where I would continue copulating with the long legged youth in various positions.  In time, Suzanne would be either curled on her back on the edge of the hot tub as I penetrated her lush, deep, female organ, or lying on her stomach slung over the edge while I plowed her moist furrow from behind while stimulating her with my hand beneath her.  Once she was in either of these positions, I would eventually replace my penetrating pleasure instrument from her oozing, swollen labia to distend her tight anal sphincter.  At her first anal penetration, she had a bit of sharp pain and a little bleeding at her anus, but this soon gave way to enormous pleasures as my smooth length massaged the inside of her youthful bowelss as it traveled in and out of her bottom.  

Like many of my lovers, Suzanne discovered that day, that even though I could make her orgasm repeatedly as my length popped through her cervix with every thrust, she could not have sex with me without ultimately wishing to be sodomized every time too.  This is how her clockwork sex ritual with me would terminate all intercourse by one or one thirty at the hot tub, by which time my penis was firmly locked in her anus.  I carried the tall thin Suzanne with her anus impaled on my throbbing rigidity within, with her butt bouncing gently on my hip as we walked to different parts of the house where I would continue sodomizing her in diverse positions.  By the forth afternoon of my seven-day sex visit, Suzanne was trying to work out with me how she could have me again after I left.  It was her suggestion that I pull out while I thought of a solution, so she could enjoy some fellatio the way that Jean had on that first nigh, before I go back into her anus and poke about in her hot bowelss again.  

During the half hour, that Suzanne pleased us both with the fellatio of the love rod that had been and promptly returned to her narrow, tight ass, I told her she would be able to travel to Mexico to see me very easily using the Fairy gateways that I would show her before dawn.  I explained to her how these time-space gaps exist all over the place and that with desire alone, she could fall into them, and be taken wherever she wanted to go in the world.  I resumed sodomizing her.  By Six thirty in the evening, I had Suzanne lying over the solid oak kitchen table while I sodomized her still.  From them on I would stop thrusting my erect protuberance buried in her rectum so that Suzanne could more or less stand with me in her, which was very tight.  For the half hour that I was still hidden on the other side of her glowing butt cheeks, she would peal the vegetables, and chop the meat and vegetables that I would make for dinner that evening.  

At seven, I would begin to cook while standing askew by the stove while Suzanne continued enjoying my sodomizing tool orally that had pleasured her so much that day.  At the sound of the clock at eight, Suzanne fetched our clothes.  We dressed in the kitchen while I tended to the dinner and left my projecting penis with the baby soft shaved testicles outside the fly for her continued caresses.  At precisely half past eight, Heather would pull into the garage in her gray BMW M5, and I would put my erection back inside my now closed trousers.  Suzanne would disappear into her room and yell down a greeting to her mother as if she had been studying in her room just as the over worked Heather, in her demure suit came up from the garage with her briefcase.

Each day Heather discovered I had a raging hard erection in my trousers, waiting for her.  Therefore, Heather would wrap her lips around the once more exposed penis and suck it while I put the finishing touches on the dinner.  With the dishes ready and in the warmer, I would follow the tired manager in her suit to her expansive bedroom.  We would shower together and I would lay out an alluring dress for her to eat dinner in while she dried the hair she had gotten wet while having intercourse in the shower.  With the more relaxed Heather in a comfortable dress that gave me easy access to her sumptuous curvy body later, we collected Suzanne who had also showered, to have a delicious dinner.

After the late lovemaking session with Heather, she fell asleep at one in the morning. That fourth night I put Heather to sleep and strolled nude over to Suzanne's bedroom on the upper most floor of the big house I had bought Heather.  Suzanne was asleep, but I awoke her as I entered her upward thrust bottom. When she woke, Suzanne told me she had been dreaming of me coming in and doing exactly that, which was why she thought her rear had been in that unusual sleeping posture.  For several more hours, I sodomized the young beauty, precisely the same engagement I had been having with Heather earlier in Heather's bed.  At quarter to five in the morning, we both went down to the garden, where I had once discovered to be a time-space gap that was rarely used, the reason for purchasing that specific house at any price.  

I showed Suzanne how the passages worked and took her to the gateway inside my office, in the house in El Cien.  Clearly, the gateway was the reason I had purchased that house as well, instead of a home closer to Todos Santos and the Seer.  While we visited my house, I had intercourse with Suzanne over my writing desk.  Her moans and shouts of ecstasy brought a very nervous and concerned looking new housekeeper named Paula to my office wet and naked from the shower, to investigate the unexpected noise.  Embarrassed to find us in the act of love, she tried to flee to her room, but with gentle words I stopped her and had her calm down.  Transfixed in a nearly hypnotic state, Paula observed my length thrusting into the young vagina of the tall woman with swaying breasts above the table.  With her eyes fixed upon my traveling length, I told Paula how she never needs have shame about anything while with me.  She was free to live however, it pleased her as long as her will did not cause harm or sought power over others.  I asked Paula if she wanted the same treatment that Suzanne was benefiting from.  Paula's immediate response was an emphatic yes, however, affirming her subconscious desires broke the charm and she fled in her restrictive conscientiousness, muttering the words no, no, no, to herself.   Therefore, Suzanne and I returned very satisfied and in need of another shower, to Heather's house. We had been gone for a couple of hours at my house, but with the distorting assistance of the time-space gap, which responds to desire, on the clock at Heather's home we had been away for only a quarter of an hour.  

A few days later, I returned to El Cien, Mexico by means of regular travel, airplanes, and busses instead of using the Fairy passages.  Typically, I preferred to travel conventionally for various reasons.  I became enormously wealthy over the years disseminating my philosophical texts and giving talks on the subject as well.  Because the monetary system is useless in Fairyland and I had substantial reserves in it, I liked spreading my fortune by purchasing over priced services and products, and offering large tips and donations so that the funds would return into the flow of the system.  For this reason, and also because the side effects of generosity spread so far, as soon as I could, I began to donate lavishly with deposits of funds, purchases of homes, and gifts, to the mothers who had borne me children or children once they struck out on their own if they wished it.  The other main reason I like to travel conventionally is the same that takes me to public houses and gathering venues all over the world as I travel for biusiness.  I can meet many people as I travel and particularly women who wish an affair with Fairyland or a Changeling lover.

After having spent nearly a month visiting my lovers in the Bay Area and Sacramento, I returned home to El Cien, where Paula had been keeping my house as an extraordinarily well paid maid, living in the service section of the house.  Everything was as I expected it, even the old Morgan in the drive, was clean and with its top up to keep the dust and moisture out.  I had taken Paula on a few years earlier, expecting her to show more signs of desire like those I had seen upon meeting the plump, middle aged Mexican lady, but she was so well trained to manage and suppress herself that she had never let out her sexual interests in Fairyland.  A series of complete lunar cycles passed before Paula showed any recognizable interest.  It was noon of the day that I was to leave for Todos Santos once more, before Paula showed any signs of being sexually interested, but even then, I was not completely sure that she wanted Fairyland sex.  Therefore, I donned my traveling suit and boots and left in the afternoon to catch the commuter bus on the side of the freeway while Paula was out on errands. 
Todas las Santas

Stepping out side the door, I was suddenly overcome by the striking rays of the sun.  I had my light duster coat over my arm as I locked the door and pulled my wide brimmed hat lower over my squinting eyes.  It was still early in the afternoon when I left my concrete block pueblo house and set off down the dusty street after shutting the iron gate.  Taking my hat by the crown, I adjusted it to shield my eyes and neck from the hot Mayan sun over the Baja California peninsula.  Tonight I will begin a long set of days filled with loving that will, with any fortune, end well after the next moon rises.

As I paced onward in my old travel boots, my dreams came back to fill my mind and keep it from melting in the sun.  I had an hour to walk before reaching the bus stop on a dirt flat on the side of the two lane freeway, flanked by two Palo Verdi cacti.  Paula, my current in house maid, had always been able to surprise me; she is a superb cook and has taken excellent care of me for almost a decade.  Despite feeling her carnal desires for me many times, she had yet to lay a finger on my body.  I could not be sure if it had really been a dream or reality, but when I awoke this afternoon, she had already left to do her errands.  She had left me a plate of warm cheese and elote tamale smothered in her sweet red mole, a cup of warm black coffee, and a clean house.  As a courtesy to her, I cleaned and left my dishes to strain before setting off.

I could not shake the memory of her soft lips touching my back while I was in the shower.  Those gentle, chubby, long fingered, dark hands had taken my flanks firmly and caressed my wet hairy chest in the shower  while she had pressed her soft, full figure with enormous motherly breasts,  into my back as lightly as she had kissed it.  Paula had whispered at the base of my ear as she reached lower on my body, " wait" and she began to carefully soap me from my belly.  The caressing soap lingered, making my skin tingle as her hands descended and circled my waist to find my male organ.  In my dreaminess, I felt the warm tingle of the tepid water as it trickled down my sensitized skin.  While she gently soaped my back, flanks, arms, and legs, she had stealthily reached between with the other hand to stoke the growing pendulum she had seen pleasure Suzanna only a few months earlier.  

Paula's pale hand had my long pink firmness in her soft grasp.  I forgot where I was as my heat swelled in her palm.  She circled me as the soap rinsed off and devoured my flesh between kisses, nibbles, pinches with her teeth and raking my testicles with her nails.  As her purple nails sank into my testicles, I released into her throat and then I passed out.

I had awoken with the shower still soaking me while sitting on the shower floor leaning in the corner of the square tile wall.  Whilst regaining my awareness, I heard her sweeping the porch.  I stood up and could see Paula's plump form in her usual rose robe with a loose cap over her hair bun through the frosted shower window.

I had doubts about the occurrence having actually taken place, but I felt the memory of her soft-lipped touch on my engorged phallic skin as I have of her hand since it touches mine twice each day.  Paula had kept my home clean for just under nine years, cooked for me, and inhabited my upstairs room for almost eight after having tried sleeping in a separate bed in my room for a year. I had let her sleep wherever she wanted, and she had chosen my room because she wanted to have sex, but after a year of no letting herself, she had moved upstairs.  Each morning she would wake me from my naked slumber to a cup of coffee and one of her delicious concoctions, seated on the bed next to my naked body and watch me as I ate unclothed.  She would give me her hand as I began to rise to stand next to her and I would take it and hiss it, before standing up before her with a singing half erection that she nearly touched with her partly open lips each morning.  Every night she would bring me my liqueur with a biscuit and a chocolate into my study, where she would sit on the arm of my chair where I sat naked, while she was completely unclothed to watch me eat.  I adored observing her, sitting close to me with exposed long dark breasts and erect brown nipples, while I ate.  Before she retired to her chamber with a bounce in her large bottom with every step, she would give me her left hand while covering her hairy slit with the right, and once again, I would take it, and kiss it before she left.  She was always very precise, raising me three hours after sunrise and retiring herself three hours after sunset.

Steadily I made my way to the freeway along the rutted dirt road.  I passed the village shops, the mechanic's and the shack from which  Dona Marissa, who's trucking husband was usually away, had served me many late night meals before asking me to satisfy her craving to be mated with, as I made my way back home from these journeys.  From the corner of my eye, I saw the wrinkled dark hand holding a mauve scarf waving energetically from the second floor balcony.  Anna-Maria flashed her elderly warm smile at me as I took my hat off to her.  Returning my hat to my crown, I blew her a kiss from my palm as she disappeared back into the shadows of her home.

The old memories of the twenty-five years before Paula came to me filled my mind obscuring the dreams.  For twenty years of those twenty-five, Anna-Maria had not only been my efficient and diligent housekeeper who helped tend to my many visiting lovers; she had also been my lover, my assistant in work and my accomplice in my adventures.  I had been away for my monthly tour of loves as I was embarking on today just before my obligations with her had changed.  I had slept unusually late on that morning.  I had been dreaming of Clara's young firm rump as it had rested on my hips, bobbing lugubriously after having energetically ravished herself on me while I was lying on the springboard over her kidney swimming pool.  I awoke and found my dream vision to be from real sensation.  I smiled broadly to my self and reached for her soft broad hips, watching the bouncing, little, unused breasts.  Anna-Maria's rump was firmly set on my hips and bobbed gently as she held onto the straps attached to the ceiling above my bed that many of my lovers had used before.

"Will you also keep my company and bed?" I had asked her.  Silently she raised her thirty-nine year old slim, dark form by the straps just high enough to rotate to face me without losing contact with my presence in her.  After some moments of silence, she started to speak slowly in time with the rhythm at which she would rise and fall still impaled on my penetration.  "I am barren as you know.  Yet, I am lusty and have had a hunger to consummate with you, but have not found cause to give me license until today."  "I know from my cousin's friend's niece of the virile passion games at Señora Clara's home."  "  You infected her bottom with your love potion after having cleansed her with your natural enema."  "  You filled her with your hot passions as a reward for her native Indian beauty and for her curiosity watching Señora Clara's pale body collapse after your third mounting of that mare in heat."  "  I also am a mare in heat."

"I wish to remain in your home, have you as if a husband, romp with you on your travels and be your accomplice in your orchestrating and countless affairs."  "Will you have me even though I can bear you no children?"  For all the pleasures Anna-Maria provoked, gyrating upon me, drawing up the seed through the lush and warm lips of her vulva, I could see no reason to refuse her request.  She was a slim, long limbed well-curved woman of delicate shapes and long black hair that was often in a large bun while she worked.  Her soft flesh and narrow form was always superbly clean and radiant.  All the work of keeping the house and cooking kept her muscles firm and supple.  Her habit of always walking to do her errands in the afternoon kept her pale skin tanned a dark golden brown.  She had come to me seeking work after having an annulled wedding on the grounds of bareness, about two year after I had bought my house in El Cien.  She had heard wildly varying rumors.  Some said that I was a wizard, which I was not.  Others claimed that I was a Fairy, which was close to the truth since I was in fact a Changeling.  There was also talk that I was the most tolerant lover and the most satisfying, which was completely subjective and could not be substantiated.  Of course there was the gossip of my astounding wealth and financial generosity, both true.  However, the wealth and generosity were unfortunately attributed to dealings with the Mafia in Mexico City and paying off people to keep quiet and inform me of threats, a ridiculous and preposterous idea born of watching films on television.  

Anna-Maria would have been the ideal wife and mother, but for her infertility, she needed a home and work to support herself, without the family she had counted on.  For five years, she had had whatever she needed while living with me as a hired help.  I was usually home most weeks as I did my philosophical work in my study with the portal, on the second floor by the mango tree window.  She had my company whenever she needed it, undressed most of the  time, which simply added to her amusement as seeing her body would slowly rise my tool to an erect and oozing state as we sat together and talked.  An entire wardrobe of linen dresses and matching sandals and slippers had been provided to her orders and tastes.  Furthermore, she had a free hand to go and come as she pleased as if we had been married.  If she had wanted the use of the old Morgan in the drive, she would have been welcome to it.

I found myself lucky to have had such a companion at home after the change.  Anna-Maria had transformed from the hired housekeeper to a hired wife.  We discussed my work in progress between our tasks, over glasses of Jamaica juice and slices of shortbread.  In the early evenings or late night, we would indulge our lust and enjoy each other in the courtyard, the shower or the bedroom.  Some evenings I would surprise her by stealthily approaching her shapeliness unexpectedly while she labored over the dinner and filled her warm womb with my passionate worshipings that sent her into yelps of ecstasy with every thrust that pierced her tight cervix.  By the time dinner was ready to be served her aroused ejaculations of fluid were dribbling down the insides of  my legs after having coated my emptied testicles.

Many years had passed as we aged and made the most of life.  I had my monthly trip to visit my lovers and their entourage in Todos Santos, Eugenia, and Clara the Seers.  Additionally, I had made my biannual trek, to San Francisco and London that led to also visiting my many lovers in California and Europe.  On my biannual journeys, Anna-Maria would always accompany me.  We would always make our rounds of the Independent Movie theaters of the San Francisco Bay Area to see if any new and upcoming directors held promise for the future and enjoy leisurely lunches at Anamandara, the superb Vietnamese fusion eatery opposite the maritime museum on the Embarcadero.  We would invariably get ourselves into the Civic Center, Haight or Tenderloin in the City, Hillsdale, Orangevale, or Sunrise areas in Sacramento on the way back to our hotel room and find a happy go lucky lady that just wanted another chance with Fairyland and that would oblige us for a night or two with hours of intercourse and sodomy.

London had had its rituals as well.  The Henley Regatta was always enjoyable, but I generally avoided the cucumber sandwiches served with tea even though Ana-Maria quite enjoyed them.  The old Lebanese kebob shop served us the most delicious lamb in pita sandwiches behind the old Workingman's College in Acton Town before we made our way to the theaters of Soho, to find ourselves a frivolous play to enjoy.  It was a pity that it vanished before our eighteenth return.  Thereafter we sated ourselves with one of the many subterranean sushi bars around Piccadilly Square.  After the show there was usually a straggler or two outside the theater with one too many drinks and no ride home happy to share a hotel room and a bit of fun with us.  We would inevitably pay our respectful and lusty visits to towns around Bath, Swansea, Solihull, Marseille, Lyon, Barcelona, Aachen, and Arlon making our rounds with lovers past before returning home to Mexico.

The bus pulled up to the two cacti and the shaded bench upon which I sat.  I hauled my self up the step of the air-conditioned Aguilla coach amidst a cloud of dust and deliberately shook the dust off my boots before paying my fare.  Traveling by bus had appealed to me from the start of my stay in Mexico.  Initially it was economical for a post-graduate philosopher with only a published thesis and $20,000 to last him a year.  Since then, I had grown accustomed to it and found that my clandestine mode quite suited the purpose of the trips and allowed me another way to redistribute my earnings.  I paid my two hundred pesos, tipped the driver the customary hundred, and declared my destination before taking my seat at the back.  I always took my beauty rest and invariably slept lightly as the coach jostled down the narrow two-lane road flanked by desert on all sides.

The sun had set on the desert peninsula when the driver awoke me with a tap on the shoulder.  Todos Santos, he announced softly as he trotted back to his seat.  I shook his hand and passed him another friendly hundred pesos.  With a wave of my hat the coach departed and I turned to face the Cultural Arts Center.  I did not have far to walk but I was in no hurry.  The night was still young and the trip always left me peckish and dehydrated.  The cafe' in the center of town where the tour busses and bikers liked to take refreshment was open as usual,  so I gingerly pushed my way through the heavy, rustic wood doors and waved at Joel, the barman and owner.

The plump Esmeralda was at my elbow as I lowered my hat.  It and the coat were in her fleshy tender hands in seconds and I was gently steered through the tables by her caressing hand on my bottom, to the murky corner by the kitchen door where she gave my crotch a friendly squeeze as an invitation for later.  As always, she made polite conversation about how hot it had been today and how quiet it was tonight to distract others at the bar from watching where she had put her hands on me.  She asked me if I would be visiting the Seer again and wished me good fortunes in my usual business.  I returned her inquiries with direct answers with warm complements on her healthful good looks, attractive attire, and excellent grace of person and of service as I fondled and patted her robust bottom beneath the skirt as it faced the kitchen doors.  The young, plump, red-cheeked girl deserved every one of the complements and more.  Her red-cheeked dark face with its dramatic Indian features, soft fleshy skin and delicate lines moved musically around the room tending to the other clients in her form hugging summer dresses that showed her rounded shoulder and covered her to the top third of her shin.

A few minutes later Joel was in the seat next to mine with two cold beers before us.  The thin faced middle-aged man next to me flashed his warm papa smile at me, reached out to shake my hand, and patted me on the back with the other.  He gruffed a cough and the serious scowl reformed on his face.  He told me that the Seer had had another pregnancy vision this week.  Last year she had predicted that the retired head of the National Engineering Agency would have a child at age fifty--six.  The prediction had been footnoted by the press, but a half page article had been published after her successful delivery of the child ten months later.  This time it was the young wife of the Secretary of Finance that had been honored with the prediction after having not conceived in the first six years of their very public marriage.  

He drank deeply of his beer mug as I watched him expectantly.  Esmeralda glided up to our table and deposited a dish with flautas, fried chilies, and two salsas before taking a seat on my lap for a few seconds during which she massaged me into an erection.  I took one flauta, dipped it in red salsa, and nibbled it over my napkin after Esmeralda felt the rigidity that wanted her soft roundness.  While nibbling, I watched Joel following the young curvy girl with his eyes into the kitchen doors.  The prediction had been made public and the young woman was on her way to meet with the Seer.  She was expected to arrive yesterday, but the arrival was unexpectedly delayed to the day after tomorrow, the day of the new moon.  Joel congratulated me on my timing and suggested I see Clara, early before the official party arrived.

We conversed amiably while we finished off the plate and cleared our glasses.  Joel stood up, and I followed his lead.  I shook his hand and we slapped each others' backs forcefully in a friendly way.  I passed him a note of five hundred pesos and said I needed a little while still and another beer.  From old custom, he kept the excessive change and I stayed as late as I wanted.  I pulled my pipe out of my coat pocket and the bag of sage leaves from my shirt pocket, with the matches and nail.  I untied the handkerchief from my wrist and spread it over the table.  Over it, I filled the pipe and packed it with the head of the nail.  Raising it to my lips, I lit the Meerschaum bowl of my calabash pipe with the reed matches I had received with my second beer.  I had been smoking nothing but herbs for some forty years.

As I sat and smoked, I pondered the coming rendezvous and reminisced about my past.  Clara and I had known each other since my trip down the peninsula thirty-six years earlier, after obtaining the doctorate.  We had met on the coach trip to Todos Santos.  Clara had boarded the packed coach in Tijuana where Eugenia had her raised by other family members, and sat in the back.  By the time I had boarded the only remaining seat had been next to her; it could be called fate as we were destined to meet at Eugenia's house in any case.  I had asked the then twelve year old if she minded my company and she had obliged me with a knowing and seductive smile I had not expected.  Despite being shy and quiet for the first few hours of the journey south from the border, she had unexpectedly asked me if she could please have some food when the coach had stopped for lunch.  Naturally, I fed her whatever pleased her from the roadside stand and brought a little bag of treats and drinks with me aboard as we departed.

During our lunch I had learned that she was traveling to Todos Santos to relieve her aunt that had been taking care of her elderly mother Seer, Eugenia.  She would be having her birthday shortly after arriving, and I was her first responsibility as the new Seer in training.  We attracted the attention of the entire bus when I set her bubbling with raucous laughter when I asked if she new how I was related to Eugenia from when I had been seven.  After the initial embarrassment I learned that she was a psychic diviner like Eugenia,   that had foretelling visions periodically, and that she new I had been the long awaited father and was intricately connected with the entire establishment of the Seer's residence and future residents as the only male Changeling linked with Fairyland connected to them.  

After having discussed our family for some time, I became a curiosity to the naturally magnetic Clara.  My natural reticence in public without a public role only aroused more probing questions out of Clara.  She had become utterly silent as I told her how I had taken my savings and boarded a Grey Hound bus in Palo Alto, California after publishing my Ph. D. Thesis and receiving my diploma from Stanford.  I had worked for two years in my rented studio apartment paid for by my well off and ever-lusty mother.  After six months of editing and revisions, I had submitted the paper to the board and presented my oral arguments and defenses for my thesis.  It felt like I had written a magic spell.  I was granted my qualifications on the sole condition that I find a publisher and bring back a copy for their archives.

Naturally, I looked up my undergrad colleagues from Menlo College to find a connection that was in the publishing business.  I had found just such a person at Harpers of San Francisco.  Linda had been my contemporary and occasional lover that had used her double majors in communication and business management to get her post as a regional distributions manager.  After a triad of luncheons in her luxurious Brisbane home where I penetrated her succulent, shaved, pink vagina and filled her love cavity with thick semen several times, she insisted that I spend a weekend with her to earn the privilege   of one engagement with her chief editor.  I spent all of Friday at her house waiting for Linda to come home from work.  

At two in the afternoon, Linda's thirteen-year-old daughter came home to find me waiting in the Jacuzzi naked.  Sonya did not hesitate to strip and get in with my erection.  As Sonya stood on the submerged bench with her virtually hairless slit pressed to my mouth, she told me that her sixteen year old brother had started having sex with her months before.  This had started one summer after his drunk aunt Carla started sucking his penis when it popped out of his boxers with her hand's encouragement.  Aunt Carla had been doing heroine with him after school for over a year.  Linda had thought she was making sure he did his homework.  That had had led to regular sex and then to sex with her friends too. Soon after Aunt Carla had started the sex relations, her brother told her about it and asked her if she wanted to try it.  Sonya had been willing to try because she had been high on heroine too and had loved the taste of his spunk and of being eaten out.  Her brother's penis was to short for her long pelvis though, so she wanted to try mine before mother Linda came home. Linda's thirteen year old had a beautiful large bum because of her deep pelvis, so I agreed to love her as I was sure to be able to content her with my slender length.

That weekend I had anal sex with Sonya every time Linda was out or asleep.  The rest of the time she was having oral and anal sex with her brother upstairs while I was busy screwing my long thin shaft into her mother.  On the first night, I told the willing sexual experimenter, Sonya, about the joys of anal sex, and how that way, she might like sex with her brother.  In this way, I produced another sodomy addict that night.  On Sunday morning, when Linda went to church, the two kids feigned being tired and wanting to sleep late rather than attend the lengthy service that included brunch.  While Linda was away for nearly four hours, Sonya was double penetrated by her brother and me on her bed for over three hours.  We took turns filling the girl's anus, womb, and often neglected mouth.  Linda only found out that the siblings were having sex after over a year and a half  had passed when her brother finally got the then fifteen year old Sonya pregnant with Linda's first grandchild when she was only thirty nine.  

By the following Monday afternoon, Linda had arrange for her chief editor, a Madam Flowers, to come to Linda's house for dinner with me.  We ended up eating out on my suggestion that the kids had homework to do.  Sonya and her brother had a much better time that they would have had listening to me talking Madam Flowers into accepting my book.  On her account, Harpers agreed to publish a closed run of the thesis for $5,000 up front with its returns in royalty payments if it sold more than double the investment.  It was what I needed.  Five thousand dollars and two months later I was published with copies being sent to the libraries of congress, all the Ivy League universities, and a few overseas schools such as the University of London.

Clara asked me where I was planning to stay; I had to admit I had no idea. I had to find a place to stay soon so that I could start writing my actual philosophy for I felt it would be too imposing to stay at Eugenia's very long.  I had written a thesis that I did not believe in, but that I knew would be approved.  Now I only had money for one year and hoped to get the next book published on better terms so that I could support myself.  The next day we had another lunch stop during which she was unexpectedly silent.  As I walked back to the coach with the usual bag of goodies for us to enjoy later after buying us lunch, Clara stopped me.  "The Seer, "she said, "has a big house with extra rooms in front of the sea a few blocks from the center of Todos Santos as you must know.  Will you please come and stay a long while; you need to work on your books first and foremost.  I know that she will not mind."  I was stunned at the offer from this young woman and did not know how I should answer, but I also knew she was right.  After my silence punctuated by stuttering she took my hand as if I were six and she my mother, and peacefully led me back to my seat on the coach.  We did not speak much after this, but Clara kept on holding my hand as my mind spiraled in quest of the appropriate response.

She dosed off eventually and rested her head on my shoulder still holding my hand.  Clara's fragrance was clean and fresh like summer morning right after it rains.  I knew that she meant what she had said.  Furthermore, she was right about needing a place to stay from which to begin work immediately.  It would be much more pleasant to stay with her family in a home than a hotel, and I could not really say that a hotel was an affordable option with my budget.  A rush of relief came over me, as I accepted the offer to stay as long as I needed; consequently, I relaxed bodily.  Clara squeezed my hand and sat closer as she leaned on my shoulder.  I declared quietly to her that I would stay with her.  Without opening her eyes she responded, "I know, and you will stay a year, and then buy your house with the magic gate."  I did not contradict her, but wondered what she meant.

That feisty twelve year old was showing me her colors.  We rested silently in our seat, hand in hand until late in the night when the other passengers slept.  It became clear that even thought Clara had been raised mostly in Tijuana, she had heard the stories of my many visits at the Seer's.  Clara opened and put her hand through my fly to caress me to her desired size.  With her hand and later her mouth stimulating my organ, I slid a long fingered hand beneath her short plaid skirt and past her brief.  While returning the favor she offered my throbbing phallus, I massaged her cleft until swollen and moist.  I provoked her firm clitoris to come out from its hood when I also drew out one small, undeveloped breast from beneath her blouse and bra and suckled it adoringly.  In the dark dead of night, at the back of the bus, Clara slipped over my then exposed erection and testicles with her brief pushed to the side, exposing her engorged labia.  Once we were joined, I closed her blouse to restore her as much privacy as we could have, and gently rocked her hips upon mine until I felt her vaginal walls quivering with delight after I had filled her with the milk of love.

We then slept leaning on each other's shoulders through the morning.  We did not leave our seats until the dinner stop at six when we had an enormous dinner.  The drinks and snacks from that stop lasted us until we disembarked in front of Joel's cafe in Todos Santos the following afternoon.  It was a nine-block walk to the back of the Seer's house.  We passed a series of small shops and a few houses where today there is an orchard.  The salty ocean breeze was a refreshing change from the dry cold air conditioning of the coach.  Despite the same blazing sun of the lunch stops, the damp shade in the tree filled town felt like an all over body massage.

At last the Seer's house stood before us.  A short, thin Spanish looking, white haired old Eugenia in a dark blue, flowery, sleeveless dress came onto the porch and waved us down then took a seat in one of the white iron mesh chairs.  Clara simultaneously released my hand, dropped her duffle bag on my foot, and broke into a sprint.  I crouched to pick up her bag and watched from the ground as my thin, tanned, longhaired blond companion sprinted in flip-flops holding up her dress in her hands.  I watched with a smile, as Clara threw her arms, affectionately around the old woman's neck and kisses her on the cheek lingering.  As I came up to the porch and set the two bags on a bench with my coat my old lover and magical instructress, greeted me and addressed me as "papá."  I took her hand and bowed to kiss it, then greeted her again with an affectionate kiss to her lips and a naughty grope of her soft paps.  Eugenia's response, as it had always been was to take hold of my implement and stroke it while pushing her tongue in my mouth in an exploratory kiss.  It had been five years since we had spoken or been together.

In her commanding matriarchal way, she told me to bring the bags, as she would show me my room.  I flashed a broad smile at Clara, resting in an oversized chair with her hand already massaging herself beneath the little plaid skirt, as I disappeared through the carved door of the house behind Eugenia, the Seer.  As we walked through the foyer and up the stairs to my room, Eugenia talked volubly in a spirited and warm tone.  ""I have been waiting for you to come for many a year.  I saw you last December completing one of your many books of the future.  I saw you leave for your new home in one year from now also.  You are welcome to stay as long as it suits you.  I know you will do well with your books and I look forward to the seventh child.  Clara will be the next Seer, as you should know; she came because it is time to complete her training.  My younger sister has been helping me with my work, but she did not have the gift."

She continued, "I know that you will be working many hours each day and that you may keep a late schedule to utilize the cool hours of the night, but I will impose three permanent restrictions on you, and will not charge you any fees as I usually do to others.  You must eat the cooked lunches with the rest of the household, in the dining room; it is served at one o'clock, you might remember.  You must not work on Sunday, as it is the Sabbath, God's day of rest.  You will take at least three contiguous nights and days off every month beginning on the day of the new moon's eve and entertain with Clara, myself and other guests of this house.  Furthermore, it is my hope that you love us much more often than that, but I will not require that of course.""  

Naturally, I found these restrictions odd as they were exclusive to me, and the talk of seven children confusing, but inexplicably reassuring as the pattern of my earlier life was repeating without the turmoil that comes with drugs and addiction.  It was like being held close by one's mother and felt loving and comforting to be known with such clarity and conviction that one will fit so well into the pattern.

When shown my second floor room, Eugenia rapidly glided past me and closed the door behind us.  Indicating to me that I had years of love to make up to her, she removed her dress and offered herself to me.  We kissed, cuddled, made love, and enjoyed oral and anal sex together for three hours.  Finally, Clara came in already nude, to tell us that the staff was awaiting us in the common room in the appropriate absence of garments, nude like herself.  Before we left, Clara requested that I briefly couple with her before descending with the reigning Seer caught on my love hook by her behind.  Therefore I happily obliged to fill Clara's depilated channel with my ejaculate before returning the rigid instrument to Eugenia's bottom.  With Eugenia fixed upon my erection once more, I carried her in the wake of Clara's joyfully bouncy ass, down into the common room where the new staff of Changelings greeted us with applause, kisses, embraces and welcomes.

Once we were all comfortably seated at the large dining table, Eugenia spoke to me whilst announcing to her satisfied staff,   "Your faith has guided you well this far, keep it close to you always and much more than what has been foretold will grace you in this life.  Always follow your nose."  I closed my eyes as her hand disappeared under the table to caress me while we ate.  Seated between the new and the old Seers, I was soon distracted from eating my delicious dinner by their relentless desirous caressing interrupted by short bursts of fellatio from one or the other during the meal.  It took us nearly two hours to finish our dinner.  The housekeeper, the cook, and the grounds keeper at the time, each requested to straddle my penetrative tool while still having dinner.  Each of the five females had her version of first round fun during the dinner without guests.  After eating, we resumed our fornications and sodomy in the common room where we all drank more of the delicate wines the Seer kept in the cellar.

By nightfall, Eugenia and the cook returned with me to my room.  After hearing the sound of a curtain pull while I was impaled in the round bottomed, black haired mulata's jutting plump reproductive organ, I turned with her, on the ball of one foot and found my self looking out over the beach onto the open Pacific Ocean with its cold rolling waves and a light evening  breeze  cooling my face as I continued copulating with her over the window sill.  

On either side of the window were two wooden shutters.  The inside shutter was inlaid with carved cylindrical posts forming spaced slats like the banister of a staircase.  The outer shutter was solid with raised panels to the outside.  Both sets of shutters were anchored to the wall on its respective sides, with a hook and eye clasp.

The room was square, with a high ceiling, smooth white concrete finished walls, and ceiling, terracotta tiled flooring, and about fifteen feet of length on each side.  Before the window sat a wooden table, with a matching chair and two lamps.  To the right was a sink, in the corner with a small mirror above and a hamper below.  On the opposite wall, behind where the open door would stand, lay a smooth solid wood platform on legs, with a soft mattress dressed with thin linen sheets and pillows.  The matching wood dresser and wardrobe stood side by side to the left of the window.  I had never expected to live in such a setting, but it had been a wonderful start all those years ago.

*****
It was now very late in the night, close to closing and the young Esmeralda came to sit with me as her shift came to a close.  With her warm hand shifting up and down my thigh with anticipation, she asked me if I would follow her to the cellar.  Having consented, I collected my coat and hat from the seat, put away my pipe, waved an energetic thank you to Joel behind the bar, and dropped two bills of five hundred pesos on the table next to the ashtray for Esmeralda to collect later.  As I set off in her supplicating, fragrant wake to the little dark cellar full of barrels where she always felt comfortable mating with me, I watched her raising her skirt to reveal her bare, lush cheeks as she descended the steep stairs ahead of me.  Following an hour of coitus during which she suffered through her thrashing, but silent orgasms that left her delirious for a few moment, we kissed passionately before uncoupling for the final time that day.  

It was a quarter to midnight by the time we emerged back into the empty bar so she could let me out to the street.  I took the same path I had been shown, sixty-one years earlier by an intoxicatingly beautiful Eugenia Seer with tattooed henna on her delicate little hands, and which I had followed monthly for the last thirty-five each month just before the new moon.  It was a typically warm night with mild humidity and a temperature of roughly 85° F, with a light gusty breeze.  With my light duster that I carried for the infrequent eventuality of rain, I strolled down to the back gate at the mouth of the orchard that had replaced a series of sparsely populated old buildings I had purchased and had unmade years earlier for the benefit of my lovely Seers.
 
The Seer

The night was warm and damp with a brisk ocean breeze.  The grove of fruit trees was laden with newly fertilized flowers turning slowly into fruit.  I paced slowly through the narrow gate and walked toward a banana, mango, guava, tamarind and coconut palm orchard littered with benches, chairs and hammocks amongst the trees.  Off to one side of the grove was a kidney pool with a springboard, past the trees that I knew so well in the darkness on this moonless night.  Just as I reached the edge of the grove a soft pale hand grasped mine, and an alto voice spoke quietly from behind a mango tree, "Welcome home papá."  After a long embrace and kisses, we disengaged and stood holding hands.  I leaned forward marveling at how she could always find me in utter darkness and kissed her longingly again.  Clara twirled on my arm and landed herself wrapped in my right arm with my hand on her left shoulder.  I stroked and caressed it slowly and Clara put her arm around my waist.  As we walked into the grove, I slowly freed the straps of her dress from her shoulders.  We came to one of the benches, stopped walking and she turned slowly to face me.  She touched noses with me and I stared lovingly into her brown eyes for several minutes.  Without hardly realizing it, we embraced.  

I was slowly sinking into her as I always did; Clara was even more irresistible as a woman that she had been in the beginning.  With every passing year, her caresses had been more strongly intoxicating.  Her slim young form had filled in with a luscious subcutaneous layer of fat that lended her curving feminine form a firm, yet springy softness that only can be fully appreciated with the touch that comes with unwavering love.  As I sank onto the bench gently kissing her chin, throat, neck chest, breasts, nipples, tummy, waist, and navel.  My hands, grasping her shoulders with purpose and gentleness, followed my kisses down her forearms, flank, chest, stomach, hips, rump, and buttocks.  The top of the dress had fallen earlier and was resting around her waist.  Maintaining constant contact with her skin my hands wandered over her torso, touching, caressing and loving.  The touches wandered down over the skirt of her dress to the hem and below, while my wandering kisses nested on her tummy, navel and breasts.  

The red sundress rode up upon my wrists as I stoked and massaged Clara's legs.  Her caresses ruffled my long brown hair and loosened my shirt.  Her supple hands massaged my neck and shoulders as my shirt fell from my back onto the grass and leaf litter.  Her fingers wound themselves in my hair, and her nails raked my back as I inhaled her caramel apple scent.  Her smooth long calves gave way to delicate knees and grew into short ample, thighs that touched for the remaining three inches below her vaginal lips and spread respectably around her hips.  Furtively, I touched those clean lips causing a soft groan and her body to descend upon mine.  Lying on the bench, I saw the blink of the stars above as clouds passed below them.  My boots and trousers came away from me and I was discovered well alerted.  With me and my pleasure in Clara's hands I succumbed completely to her.  While still grasping me, she moved to straddle the bench while holding up her dress up with the other.  With the skirt of the dress draped over me, her almond apricot scented nether region got closer and closer to my straining lips.  I dreamt I was drinking the sweet nectar of a Fairy draught and eating the food of those angels as I lay beneath my love.  

Clara's delicate flesh nestled upon mine.  I imagined her body opening up and devouring me alive and whole like a chasm opening during an earthquake.  My hands wandered and hers did too.  We traveled knowing yet blindly over each others' corpus land.  While devouring me with her delicately lined mouth she also pierced me with her finger, stroking the swelling gland within and taking her fill of the fertile drink from the fountain she induced.  With delicate stokes and gentle suckling I was awarded the royal jelly from the hive of my current queen.  Her corpus quaked and shuddered for a few minutes as exhilaration and relaxation inundated her in waves.  While holding her limp body following the paroxysm, I deftly withdrew from the bench beneath her and set her down, as she was, facing the ground.  Keeping contact with her warm damp flesh, I began a slow massage of her limbs.  With the ball and heal of my hands, stimulating the skin with loving, lingering stokes, I made my way from the soles of my love's feet to the neck and returned down her arms to find her seductive hips.  

While she continued to rest her head upon the padded bench, I gently raised her hips and legs and folded them beneath her hips.  Diving through the misty curtain like that of a waterfall I found the gates to the cave within that land that was her body that I loved so dearly.  The walls within her were covered in dew and snow flakes.  I felt her hipbones resting firmly upon mine and the compact, dense muscles of the buttocks quiver as they struck my thighs, time after time.  The softly sloping curves of her alluring body rose and fell beneath my palms as I traveled within her.  I lingered over the raised nipples and drew them out farther.  Those wandering hands found the hooded flower at the gate to her womb and unsheathed it to let the food of snowflakes of her arousal dampen my lusty rigidity raised inside her.  We were locked together like two enamored coyotes meeting before the start of the expected lush wet season.     

When the fire within us finally subsided, and the flood flowing from within her cavern ebbed, Clara took my hand in hers, reaching behind her for leverage, and stretching out with the legs together for balance, to one side of the bench.  Agile as a dancer she swung herself while still engaged and rotated us on the soft pad of the bench, to face me.  Her feet rested themselves on my shoulders.  Stoking her flanks, tummy, and thighs, I arched over her, with her feet still resting on my shoulders and kissed her tenderly for several minutes.  She explored me and tasted me as I slowly withdrew from within her cavity.  

Hovering close to her after we broke our lingering kiss I looked into her dark eyes in the darkness, she spoke huskily;  " Romulus dear, Indulge me a third time", she smiled mischievously.  I had never been able to resist her, and thirty-six years of making love to her had only made the experiences better.  I placed my hands on her ankles, gently keeping her legs resting on her shoulders while I stepped closer.  Clara's hands shot up and grasped my bushy, curled chest hair as my thigh tickled her rump and made contact.  Using one hand I slowly drew my swollen organ and placed it on her sphincter muscle.  Sensing the heat of the engorged tulip bulb like head, she relaxed and pushed out quickly, letting the bulb and stem sink deep into the soil of her corpus land.  We rested together for several minutes while we felt each other locked in sodomy and reacquainted the flower of her loves with the mouth of her posterior.  The slow dance on the long bench beneath the Guava tree lasted until the first light broke over the horizon.  

We disengaged as the darkness gave way to a murky grayness.  As I bent down to gather our clothes she slapped across my two hind cheeks leaving them stinging.  "You have always been a good papá, mama Seer was right, she had said before I went to take the bus in Tijuana thirty-six year ago that you would never fail me."  I stood up with the bundle of our clothes in my arm and my boots in my hand and wondered why she would never marry me, but I knew that I was Heather's and that she new it.  I had stayed a bachelor all my life, waiting for the day Heather would say yes, but Clara always retorted that I knew that a Seer could not be married.  She was right of course, I should not really complain, we had had seven daughters together over twenty-one years and the youngest was turning fifteen in a few days.  

With her arm around my waist, we walked together back to the house.  We turned sharply past the door and passed through the swinging door into the kitchen after traversing the long dining room.  On the other side of the kitchen was a bathroom for the servants.  We dressed ourselves there after cleaning our selves in the shower.  Barefoot but back in her dress, Clara disappeared into the servant quarters after informing me that she would send Angela to play and take me to my room.    She was expecting Marissa Ramirez Cortez, the Secretary of Finances' wife to arrive around 11 AM so she needed to get her sleep.  I waited in the bath for a minute or two and I heard a soft knocking on its door.  I opened the door and found Angela, in her burgundy robe with her native Indian beauty.  Angela took my dark hairy hand in hers, and closed the door firmly behind her before facing me again.  She astonished me by asking, "Has Paula spoken to you yet?"  I had to admit that she had not and that I did not know why she would need to.  We chat daily several times, I told her, and then I described the dream.  She laughed quietly as she led me through the house to my old study on the second floor.

The room had been redecorated from the austere comforts it once had into a luxurious sitting room with a seven-foot circular ottoman opposite the wall with the Brazil-wood dresser and wardrobe.  A toilet, bidet, and shower had been added also.  Angela closed the door to the room and latched it.  Then she let her robe fall over the desk by the window before communicating her instructions regarding Paula, and indulging her pleasures.  With her dark hands, he undressed me and put my soiled travel attire in the hamper.  She brushed her face and hair over my chest and took my fruit-like testicles and tulip-like partial erection in her hands.  With sudden force, Angela pushed me over and I fell onto the ottoman, still in her grip.  As I grew rigid she engulfed my life initiating organ  into her and proceeded  to keep her rhythmic rocking upon me, as she began to speak. 

""I have been busy this season.  Preparations are underway for three simultaneous conceptions and yet another return of the pattern to your life Romulus.  Clara instructed me to have Anna-Maria to engage with Paula.  Paula was to begin to tone you again, through rigorous amorous hours, so that you would be fit to receive the honor.  I am expected to bear you a son finally.  Clara said that I would have a son, so I asked who the father would be.  A few days later, she was happy to tell me the good news.  There will also be two more daughters, but I do not know who the mothers will be, just that one will be very young and the other will be of youthful appearance, but middle age.  All three mothers have dark hair, but mine is the darkest.  The time frame has not been seen yet, but we are awaiting the next vision.""  With a broad smile, Angela closed her eyes and contracted upon me whilst squeezing my sides with her thighs.  With her agile vaginal muscles, he drew me rapidly to breach in her, then collapsed upon my chest.  In each others arms, we fell asleep, uncovered upon the ottoman.  

I awoke at my usual three hours after sunrise with Angela's long black hair flowing over my face and her breath blowing rhythmically over my dark chest.  She was a complementary dark red tone resting comfortably on my dark olive body.  Carefully, I held her legs with one of mine, and cradling her shoulders and head in my arms I rolled with her on the ottoman.  I kissed her lightly on the forehead.  I had been dreaming about Paula again before waking.  Her plump naked form had raised me from my slumber by inflaming me between her lips while I slept in that dream.  I had dreamt that when I awoke with me firmly between her lips, she had congratulated me on my triple paternity and demanded of me a golden enema like those I had given Angela many times.   Following the completion of the enema as commanded by Paula, she had walked way to clear herself in the dream and returned with a tray bearing three cups, with a pregnant Angela in her wake.  We had each had our intoxicating root and mushroom beverage, which I never drank in reality . Paula had then declared to me with Angela as a witness, that like Anna-Maria, she would be as if a wife to me and that I would have to be consumed by her in the three forms before the mother of my son.  She had also declared that she would be my last hired wife, but that I would die a married man decades after Heather had passed away.  

Already aroused from a night full of amorous entanglements I remained in Angela's body, as I had been while we slept.  Invigorated by her sumptuous feminine shape touching me and by the dream, I began to move at a very slow rhythm and to tenderly kiss her moist, parted lips.  The slow rocking of the ottoman gently awoke her as her womanly nectar dribbled over my scrotal sac, lightly bouncing over her backside opening.  She returned my embrace and held a long wet kiss pressing my face into hers.  She smiled with a wide grin and exclaimed amidst her giggles, "I get to call you papá Romulus too, now."  Clearly, it suddenly became evident to me, Clara had been coaching Angela when arching severely up while holding my shoulders, she inserted her finger rapidly in me and began to stroke the prostrate, a trick Clara had discovered to propel my seed into her womb tout suite, while still a very young woman.  She lay next to me following coitus as I cuddled her until I fell asleep once more.  

I woke with a stat and found the sun high already.  I had forgotten my dreams and sprung off the ottoman to discover it was half past eleven already.  Angela, had risen, taken my soiled clothes away with her, and deposited a clean yellow and white caftan on the dresser.  At the foot of the dresser were my wooden sandals, where my boots had been.  One of the Brownies would clean and polish them before returning them to my room.  I leisurely cleaned myself, shaved, and brushed my teeth in the shower.  I washed my hair and conditioned it with the herbal, coconut oil that was made on the property by the Brownies also.  After perfuming myself with the Armani scent that suited my skin superbly,  I dressed the caftan over my bare skin and set off for the  common room with my sandals announcing me with a tock-tock  on the tile and my long hair trailing behind in the breeze of my wake.

As I entered the large common room I could smell the aroma of the pipe blended with the root and mushroom drink that were part of Clara's work.  I had always refused to drink the root tonic on the grounds that since I was not a Seer and not a client, participating in the intoxication would disrupt the energy flow between the agent and the messenger.  Even the old Seer, Eugenia, had approved of my choice.  I would smoke the barks and buds that were placed in the pipes, seeing that they were just herbs.  Specifically, each bark and bud would be used to induce hallucinations of a certain type related to the specific problem, question, or concern of the clients when combined with the hallucinogenic tonic.  

Clara introduced me to the tall thin brunette with the thin sad face, short brown hair, sitting attentively on the edge of the sofa with her knees pressed together, pulling the hem of her skirt taught over them.  She wore the customary rose and gray suit jacket with a white blouse and rose cravat with matching straight skirt and pumps she was usually seen wearing in media images of her.  This was of course standard fare for women in politics and corporate life, albeit, with variations of color accents over, blue, black, gray or olive.  Señora Marissa Ramirez Cortez stood up towering over me with her long, thin, pale legs, and offered her hand to shake.  I gently enveloped her thin pink hand in mine and kissed it tenderly instead.  She blushed a deep crimson and inhaled deeply with her eyes fixed, peering inquisitively into mine.  After a polite exchange of graces, she retook her seat, but sat in a more relaxed pose with the knees slightly apart.  I stepped over the coffee table between the women with the drinks and pipes and kissed Clara on her cheek before moving on.  I overheard Clara instructing the guest on the rituals to be had tonight while I served myself a goblet full of Guava punch and a snifter of Remy and headed for the grove.   

As I passed the pool I heard a loud splash that I thought I recognized.  Emerging from between the shade from the grove, I found Clarita's head projecting above the waves she had just created.  She was engrossed in play as I came to the edge of the pool.  I reached into the water and sent a wave at her with my hands.  With the strangely originated wave, she quickly turned to find me leaning over the water.  "Papá Romulus", she exclaimed loudly, then set off across the pool making waves to wet my feet.  I stepped back as she bounced out of the water in her birthday suit.  She hugged me impulsively, happy that I had arrived for her birthday.  My robe was damp and wet in places, but I loved my youngest as I had loved her six older sisters,  all of whom had already married and would visit periodically.  She informed me excitedly that all six had already dropped off their presents and promised to return on Sunday, for the party. 

 I was informed that she would start her training next week, but that Clara had granted her permission to participate in the ceremony tonight because she was the seventh of the seventh, and this would end up in the papers anyway.  It sounded to me like Clara just wanted to get her started early.  Clarita had shown her gift early on and had often gotten herself in trouble with her mother for divulging what she perceived without any ceremony.  

As I have told of earlier, Clara, her mother, had had a similar experience when a few years younger.  Also, like her mother, she would inherit the house with the gift of sight, and have the privileges and responsibilities that came with it, including never marrying.  It had been old Eugenia the Seer, who had first witnessed the young child's gift at age five.  She had been waiting for it twenty-seven years, since her first visions about me after my doctorate.  

Clarita and I walked back to the house lugubriously chit chatting about school, boys, girls, horses and what could possibly be in her pile of presents in the cellar with all the wine, port, champagne, and mead.  We made our way to the cellar to gaze at the pile and read the names of the donors.  I suggested to Clarita that we add the presents I had brought.  With an electric silence, she walked with me up two floors to my room.  I pulled out a satchel from my coat in the wardrobe and set it on the ottoman.  There are five gifts for you I said.  With a deliberate slowness, she reached for the purple satin bag and felt it.  "Five," she whispered, counting a second time.  There were only three there, she was right.  "Three for the pile, one  for the gown, two for the town and one for  the stile, four to live a long while,  five to stop the merry-go-round from being so vile, " I replied to the unspoken question in her eyes.  She looked at me, perplexed, but calm for many minutes after I had spoken.  Then she stood up on the ottoman and with a firm hand on my shoulder, kissed my mouth passionately while she caressed my limpness into a raging erection through the fabric of the caftan before sitting down again.

Without any words, she took the bag with her, back to the cellar and carefully took each gift out in its wrapping, shook it gently, and placed it on the far side of the pile, in shadows.  The small red box contained her white gold and silver, braided ring, bearing a natural pearl for her right index finger.  The medium green box with the copper and titanium woven necklace bearing a holey stone with a perfectly circular hole within which were set a semi-circular emerald and a semi-circular sapphire.  And finally, the thin long lavender box with the vial containing a fragrant rarified extract of mandrake root and lobelia to last her to her confirmation.  The white Arabian stallion will be delivered tonight at the stable on the south side of the house.  The yellow gold tiara inlaid with Amber and Alexandrite was waiting for the Quinceanera   celebration to go with the silk gown made for her in Imperial yellow, embroidered with Tyrean purple silk in blossom patterns and matching slippers.  I did not tell her this of course. 
We made our way back to Clarita's room for her to don her embroidered and lacey cotton dress before proceeding to the dining room just as lunch was being served.  Before donning her garb though, Clarita unexpectedly took my still projecting rigidity from beneath the caftan to pleasure us with some fellatio.  Having brought my taught scrotal glands to discharge to her savory contentment, we descended the flight of steps, joining the lunch in the large tabled room.  As we sat at the table Angela came through and rang the bell in the foyer to call the other guests.  Clara sat at the head and had Señora Cortez sit at her left, opposite Clarita and myself.  There were three other visiting guests that would be leaving tonight before the ceremony.  Their business had been completed last night before my arrival.  I had never liked walking in on such ceremonies, it felt rude, and there was not the chance to interact with anyone in an introductory way.  

Now I had the chance to meet the young, engaged couple that had come from the capital to discover if their future together was divinely blessed.  They sat next to me along the edge of the marble oval on solid oak base.  Opposite me sat an elderly Colombian woman which caressed me with her foot in anticipation, with whom I had coupled many a time that consulted with Clara annually, and whom had also been a client of old Eugenia Seer.  Upon our table lay, as usual, a little banquet.  Stewed shredded goat Biria, a platter of sautéed yellow tail, string beans and carrots  steamed and buttered, a pot of rice, two types of salsa, corn and wheat tortillas, a terrine of chattily, a mango tart,  and a crème caramel.  All the staff of the house would also eat with us.  Sundays were an exception only in as much as the cooks did no work, we would eat the leftovers, or dishes made the day before if guests would be present.  
*****
From my room I looked out over the beach after lunch.  I had been thinking about my next book when I saw the tall and thin Señora Cortez walking out to the edge of the sand and water.  She had already changed into the long, loose white gown that was always worn by the guests at ceremonies.  As my own caftan, these gowns were loose fitting, ankle length flowing pieces with generous sleeves about three quarters the length of the arm.  I found them very comfortable in the heat and easy to move around in.  She noticed me at my window and waved politely.  I waved back and resumed my thoughts.  Some time later, I heard a nock at my door and invited them in from my seat.  

Angela came in with Señora Cortez and hoped I did not mind, but Señora Cortez had been asking about me, and she thought I should answer her myself.  I said I had been working but that it would be not trouble at all.  Angela gave me a hug and a long wet kiss to my lips before leaving the room closing the door behind her.  I rose and took the thin long fingered pale hand in mine and kissed it as before. I invited her to take a seat on the ottoman and retook my seat.  I asked her what she wished to know and waited for this young woman to say something.  

Señora Cortez seemed uneasy, almost, I thought, perspiring from the temple.  She seemed to frown slightly as she looked at me with a fixed gaze.  "Who are you?" she finally asked in an impetuous whisper.  I replied, "I am a philosopher.  I write books on the ways we should live our lives as humans and stories illustrating those ideas in fictitious tales.  I am the father of nine children raised in this house.  I love good food, good women, and traveling around the world.  I am interested in how we can use magic in our lives and try to understand how it manifests.  More than all these things I want to give to people things they desire, ideas, and understanding."

The uneasiness seemed to fall away from her.  Señora Cortez raised the skirt of her gown to above the knees and sat on the ottoman like a flirty teenaged girl, facing me.  I had the impression that I was playing a game of chess for high stakes with her as she sat there, quietly planning her next move.  I was somewhat surprised at her sudden change of subject.  I was being asked if I always kiss women's hands, and if I expect them all to kiss me back with such hot passion as Angela and Clara had done.  I smiled feeling a little put off balance, so I winked at her with my left eye.  Yes and no were the answers, but lovely hands and faces are always worth kissing, I added at the risk of sounding like a scoundrel.  She informed me that no one had ever kissed her hand; it was just something she read about in stories.  Then she asked me if she had lovely hands.  I had to answer that of course she did, and I asked her what kind  of story she would like to be in. Señora Cortez wanted to know if I would have kissed them if they had not been lovely, ignoring my question.  The answer was the same.  Getting up abruptly with a blush on her pale face, she asked me why all the women of that house kissed me.  I thought for a moment, as I felt affronted.  Lugubriously I replied that I thought they kissed me because they like to.  Then a mischievous thought made me ask her impulsively, "Would you like to kiss me?"  Much to my surprise, she did not answer, but leaned over me and placing her hands firmly on my cheeks, kissed me for a long moment full of lusty desire and passion.  

Breaking away suddenly, Señora Cortez tripped on the edge and fell backward onto the ottoman.  Responding rapidly I circled the ottoman and took her by the sides of the head and asked her if she was all right.  When she opened, her eyes there were tears in them as she whispered that she wished I would show her the story where the king would love her and she would have children.  Holding her head and shoulders gently I kissed her again.  I lingered kissing her, exploring her mouth, nose, cheeks, earlobes, and the nape of her neck.  She explored mine and I could feel the tears streaming over her face as my delighted lips moved constantly over the delicately soft skin of her face and neck.  As I started to pull away, she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me close to kiss longer.  In a hushed whisper, she asked me to not go.  My body relaxed onto the ottoman next to her and we continued our kissing embrace.  Her hands started to wander and found the marker, erect and damp as it moistened my caftan and the ottoman.

She giggled softly as she held it, felling its length, girth, and the increasing swelling as it grew in her adoring hand.  We stood up and I closed both shutters and latched them while she took her gown off at the dresser and loosed her neck long hair from its tight braid.  She pulled my gown off and added it to hers.  I waited for her by the ottoman, but she turned to face me from the dresser and signaled for me to come to her with her left hand.  As I approached her, she gave me her left hand and I kissed it.  With a thin smile that betrayed the bitterness inside her and her anxieties about betrayal, she commanded me, "Take it off.  Take it off, now!"  Still holding her left hand I looked at her flushed face not comprehending what she so desperately wished.  She wiggled her ring finger at me and I held it by the point.  Taking the white gold band inlaid with diamonds by its sides, I gingerly drew it off her relieved finger.  Then I drew the platinum ring with the four-karat diamond that she wore behind it.  Both rings were placed on my gown and she kissed me again, holding me there for several minutes.   

I asked her how many days she would stay at the house; she replied that only three days had been planed for her here, she left Saturday night.  We kissed and caressed each other's skin.  I felt the goose bumps rise all over her body as my hand wandered down the curve of her back onto the small firm buttocks.  I stroked the fine hairs that covered that sensual body.  Her buttocks fit my palm almost like a glove.  Señora Cortez moaned softly into my mouth as we kissed as I stoked the cleft between her slender thighs.  

We lingered over the dresser kissing until she took a firm grip of me and began to move my sheath rhythmically.  I raised her by the thighs to sit atop the dresser as she suckled on my tongue with her dark eyes half shut.  She placed me where she wanted me and drew in a deep breath as I entered her shallow and damp vagina and pierced through her already pulsing cervix.  Señora Cortez's entire body shuddered and throbbed as her nails gripped me fiercely as she experienced her first height of arousal with me.  Her cervix loosed and constricted rapidly around me as I felt her hot wet flow spilling over my contracted testicles.  With suddenness, she collapsed onto the wall in a sweat and I simultaneously released what she wanted into her fertile womb.  

I took her up into my arms while she rested on the dresser, still holding me with her cervix.  With her knees draped over my elbows, I started to carry her to the ottoman.  Stopping me, she asked me to take her back.  Depositing her firm bottom back on the dresser, I let her raise her legs straight before her like a ballerina and rotate onto her side.  For a time coupled with that loveliness with the slim body where she lay upon the dresser on her side.  In due course, I took her right leg and raised her heel to rest upon my shoulder.  We resumed our thrusting dance and I leaned over her to kiss her face, neck, shoulder and nibble her earlobe as my love mate was regularly neglected with no sensual touches in her regular life regulated and eternally observed by both government and the press of Mexico City.  

Some time later, while holding both her legs in one arm, I pulled her hip over the edge of the dresser and rotated her to rest her feet on the floor, prostrated over the top of my dresser.  Reaching around her from behind, I stoked and massaged her diminutive, vivacious middle-aged breasts with rigid nipples.  My massaging touch wandered down her tummy and found the vaginal opening into which I was still plunging, from the top front.  As I felt her supple damp lips, in search of her hood Señora Cortez began to tremble with internal contractions again.  She relaxed onto the top of the dresser sighing and moaning with pleasure and relief as she felt my testicles honor her by filling her belly with my heat once more.  

As she lay there, softly moaning to the rhythm of my continued thrusts, I felt the presence of another person in the room.  A short thin finger found its way in, and onto my gland, as my testicles were enveloped in a wet and warm mouth; I kept them shaved smooth.  With the sudden stimulus I began to violently ejaculate into Señora Cortez again, provoking her cervix to constrict and hold me in as she also had spasms and pulsed with goose bumps all over her skin, arching her back and thrashing her hair while she screamed with the renewed stimulation.  

I discovered Angela behind me on her knees.  I picked up the limp Señora Cortez in my arms and lay her down on the ottoman.  Angela stood behind me as I turned the young wife onto her back and kissed her.  I told her to rest easy because I was not leaving, but I had another treat for her.  I walked around the ottoman and stood facing her.  She lay with her head on the edge of the upholstery looking up at me with her eyes closed, smiling.  In a single motion I reached over her body, placing my swollen organ in between her lips and took her calves raising her legs up to rest the feet in my elbows.  

Angela took her cue and began to kiss, lick and suckle on those swollen and moist lower lips of the thin woman.  As Angela worshiped the blood-engorged labia and began to probe her reddened bottom with her fingers, in response Señora Cortez became more vigorous in her enjoyment of my erect phallus.  With time, Angela had her in convulsing spasms again that invigorated her to raise me up to a full tension again with her pleading mouth.  As the young woman convulsed upon the ottoman, Angela and I switched positions.  I took those firm buttocks in both hands as I slowly lowered, penetrating into them and filled her posterior entrance.  As I pierced the slim bottom, Angela lowered her clean-shaven protruding labia into her mouth.  While sucking on the labia and licking the slit and hood, Señora Cortez would groan quietly beneath Angela's muffling flesh.  Leaning over the wife's body I reached for Angela and she met me over the midriff and we kissed longingly.  

The body of Señora Cortez became flaccid unexpectedly as she fainted from over stimulus.  We two withdrew from her.  For a moment, Angela kissed me, sucking on my tongue.  Together we bathed her in warm water and cleaned the sweat and fluids from her skin.  We perfumed her body with a lotion and put her robe back on.  Señora Cortez was left to rest and awake later, upon the ottoman.  

Together, Angela and I stepped into the large square shower and set all six heads to rinse us in the center as we embraced and kissed.  I had grown to also love this Changeling housekeeper of the Seer as well as I loved Clara and our daughters.  It was a great joy to take my time making love to the short, medium built and muscular dark Indian woman in my arms.  Her slightly plump figure, broad pear shape, and enjoyment of the Greek Style Love had given us many lengthy frolicking rendezvous over the years.  

Sometimes we had enjoyed the solitude of the cellar, behind the wine casks.  Other times she had mounted me at the stable.  Of course, being an early riser, she had taken advantage of my late sleeping to disturb it with her pleasure.  We had been discovered by the insightful Clarita on a few occasions, and we knew that Clara would know of our games together.  

Angela had begun her work at the house just after old Eugenia Seer, had passed on.  The old housekeeper, Flores-Luz had retired and a young and vivacious twenty one year old Angela had taken the post.  Clara had known her as she grew up in Todos Santos.  It had been she whom, before taking the position, had told Anna-Maria of my antics with Clara, which I had caught her ogling with desire.  I had taken her virginity at her nosy and impetuous young age and rewarded her infraction of our privacy with protracted sodomy in front of Clara.  Clara had awoken from her faint to find little Angela in the same position she was in now in the shower,  with  my swollen love stick up to the hilt in her bottom plunging steadily into her bowelss beyond the thick, black hirsute fringe around her sphincter.

She had enjoyed the treatment so much that she had grasped the member as it had been retracted from her rear.  Seeing Clara's amused smile as she masturbated beside us, Angela asked her if she could live at the house and stuffed me, dripping with semen and her fluids, into her engulfing mouth before Clara could answer her.  We had collapsed onto the sofa enjoying each other orally and been joined by Clara in a sordid and exhilarating triangle. We had taken pleasure in congress, sodomy, and mutual oral sex for hours that day.  Clara had then hired Angela as a permanent housekeeper to replace Flores-Luz, and I added her as yet another well-paid lady on my accountant's list for payroll.    

After our enjoyment in the shower, Angela departed to tell Clara the good news about the client's breeding with me.  I lay beside the sleeping Señora Cortez in my gown, caressing her firm, thin, pale body.  I knew that she would not be sure if it had been a dream when she woke, so I put her rings in my drawer.  I sensed that after drinking the root and mushroom hallucinogenic, Clara would have little work to do, telling her how she would bear a child.  I also felt that this delicious woman would be visiting me again in the coming years, so I threaded a slip of paper from my notebook through her rings with my address to give to her later.

I massaged the body and limbs of the sleeping woman to bring her circulation up and rouse her as the sun was setting.  Not having much success I lay next to her, with her in my arms and dosed off.  Some time later, I awoke with her moans and sighs.  I rose and fetched a glass with water from the pitcher in the bathroom.  I supported her head and shoulders in my arm and raised her up to rest upon my chest.  I let her drink from the glass and wake up little by little.  I told her that she had fainted, but that she was all right.    

Señora  Cortez expressed concern about some dreams that she had had, so I told her to talk to Clara about them later.  Holding her firmly in my arms, we stood up together.  She rocked back on her heels and leaned on me.  She turned to look at me with a pleased and relaxed expression and spoke.  "I will ask Clara about my dreams, but kiss me please."  I turned her to face me in my arms and while embracing her close, kissed the soft thin lips of Señora Cortez.  I walked her back to her room, lay her down under the sheets and gave a long wet kiss that brought her arms  up to hold me for some minutes.  I told her that we would wake her in a few hours for a light meal and the Seeing later in the evening.



 
A Special Favor

I had gone to the stables to await the arrival of Clarita's stallion and found Clarita and Cara already there.  We exchanged kisses and hugs.  Clarita declared triumphantly that she had figured out my riddle.  I looked at Clara with crinkled eyes and a weedy anticipation.  Clara quickly denied that she had helped her with a deep laughter at the ridiculous suggestion, so I gazed happily at the girl expectantly.  She had to admit, though sheepishly, that she had guessed the horse and was not sure what the other phrases meant.  

We talked happily about the recent guests that had come and gone.  The subject lingered on Señora Cortez, and Clara asked how she was feeling.  I told them that she had fainted while visiting with me, but that she would be roused later for the ceremony after giving her a light meal.  Clarita dared a suggestive question with some uncertainty in her demeanor that showed she was not yet sure of the limits of our openness with permanent residents of the house of the Seer.  She asked whether I was taking good care of her the way I took care of Clara and Angela.  I gave her a jovial frown, laughed, and answered her in the affirmative without reservations before embracing her close and rubbing her shoulders and back end affectionately.  Just as the subject turned to the latest public prediction, the headlights of the truck pulled up to the gate.  I opened them and guided the trailer to the largest corral.  Fresh water and sufficient straw had been put down by the herd keeper, Suzanna.  We laced the new leather saddle to a fence post and began to unload the white Arabian stallion when Suzanna appeared.   
She apologized ruefully, even though it was not necessary.  She explained that she had been delayed by Joel at the café.  I had a pretty good idea I knew why, but I changed the subject to the new arrival's good looks.  I knew Joel quite well and Suzanna was just his type.  A score earlier, he had married a short, very plump, and full figured young Eliza.  Her wedding gown had paraded her voluptuous round figure.  He had had two sons with her, but she had passed birthing the second.  Since then, Joel had had a string of short plump, lovers, maids, employees and a few nannies for the boys, most of whom have been bedmates to both Joel and I at one time or another.  

Clarita was ecstatic with my selection of birthday present for her coming of age birthday present.  Suzanna completed the operation deftly like the expert she was.  We promised Clarita time to look at  and touch  the following day, to let the animal rest from the trip from near La Paz and acclimate to its new home.  We had already had Suzanna training with the horse a few times a week for the past three months.  It had been shipped in from a well-known breeder in Placer County in California to a boarding stable near La Paz.  Finally, it had arrived home after having received the conditioning that would help Clarita handle it and having had months to adjust to the much more ferocious heat in Baja California Sur.  Clarita was expected to rename him soon, but there was no rush.  As mother and daughter walked back to the house to prepare for the seeing ceremony and to have the staff rouse Señora  Cortez, I walked in to the feed shed where I found  Suzanna once again.  

She was bent over a bale of hay with her hands in the oats.  Silently I came up to her large round bottom, almost touching it.  I could see the damp patch from her earlier frolic with Joel that had delayed her.  I gripped her hips firmly in my hands and touched her with my pelvis.  I could always get attentive for her when I saw she was wet from prior coitus.  For the last six years, she had been my ranch hand at the complex I had gotten built around the old house of the Seers.  She had come to me as a recommendation from Joel since he had no way of employing a cowgirl or a Changeling in his unmagical and highly social service business.  Right from our first meeting we had coupled like bull and cow in heat, and Suzanna had expressed that she adored having her back door prized above all else, without my having alluded to her attractive back end in any way.  From long habit, she wore neither briefs nor bra, except at that time of month when she had to wear briefs with absorptive, flow-control pads.  On occasion, we had even visited Joel late at night after closing.  I had had a daughter by her that lived with my oldest daughter by Clara.  She had conceived one other time, but we did not know who the father was for that child.  However, Suzanna had miscarried the second, which had caused her many weeks of grief and consternation.  After that unfortunate episode, Suzanna asked me to supply her with contraceptive pills to never have to experience that misery again.   

Feeling my hands and erection form behind her, Suzanna complained irascibly, "What took you so long?"  Loosening the string of her pants, she dropped them to the ground and pulled the T-shirt off.  Still in her slip on work boots, she twirled around and took my member in her hand.  "Three weeks is too long to wait papá.  I am going to have to visit you at home on Sundays again soon, now that the horse is here for good."  Roughly, she pulled my gown off and threw it over a gate.  She took me firmly in her strong, chubby hands again knelt before me, filling her cheek and throat in alternating strokes with the long erection that she so adored.  

Salivating heavily as she took pleasure in fellatio, Suzanna stroked my testicle and bottom while her plump lips stroked my penetrating flesh.  I smoothed her brown hair that hung over her large rear tracing the long, soft curves of her powerful shoulders as they descended over her narrow concave, arching back covered in fine hairs that spread over her broad hips and rump, protruding bulbously to cover her feet where she was kneeling.  Sinking onto a tarp she kept at one side of the feed shed for this purpose, I lay on my back with her still gorging her appetite for my male flesh and huger for my semen.  With some clumsy banging of the wall, she rotated so I was face to groin with her in a sixty-nine position, pleasuring her damp, fragrant vaginal lips with my agile tongue.  Suzanna had always kept herself hygienically trimmed, and she had a long protruding clitoris that kept her mildly aroused most of the time.  I was fond of sucking on it gently as this made her flow heavily and have a rapid succession of violent orgasms.  After a good time we got up.  Suzanna asked me if I would come tonight or if I was saving it.  I had to admit that I had to save it, but I promised to come to her room after we were done to keep her company.

Suzanna nodded an approval and turned her back to me, leaned onto a bale and offered her broad back end with the fine cover of hairs and loose anus.  I penetrated her large protruding vulva and indulged in a rough screw with the cowgirl.  After about half an hour of this animal lust, she croaked between gasps and grunts, "Put it in papá."  I withdrew my dripping penis from her slit and sank effortlessly into her conditioned anus as my hands delicately pulled her enormous but cheeks apart, going into the hilt until I heard my balls slap against her thighs.  I rode her hefty ass like a jockey on the last lap, a treatment I reserved exclusively for Suzanna, who had a liking for forceful intercourse and sodomy.  Suzanna collapsed onto the bale of hay with an audible pop as I came out of her.  She rolled over and sat up, putting my flesh back in her mouth while seated on the hay bale.  She interrupted her sucking and licking to remind me to come and give her more when I was done tonight.  As I left, Suzanna asked me if I wanted her to arrange with Joel to double-team her before I left again, to which I replied with a rich yes of satisfied anticipation.  

I stopped at the service bath, to cleanup and re-perfume myself after having occupied Suzanna, where I ran into Amelia the young cook, who wanted a brief copulation before sitting down to eat.  Finally, I made a showing at the common room, where Clara, Clarita, Angela, and Señora Cortez were conversing jovially, chatting about some great fun they seemed to have had together.  I kissed all the women and the girl warmly and affectionately, each in turn.  First, a kiss is given on the back of the hand, then the palm, the wrist, the forearm, then a lingering kiss to their lips.  Some would open their mouths to explore with their tongues, others only threatened to.  Even the girl got the ceremonial kiss.  Clara had instated this ritual to facilitate me becoming an integral part of her spells and visions before the communing with a village portion, which was subsequently strengthened.  This entailed Starting the kiss with Clara and ending with Clara.  Men attending would be warned of the ritual and encouraged to participate as well, following my lead.  

Clarita had surprised me by sticking her tongue deep into my mouth and sucking on mine as I introduced it to her.  She was going to be the next Seer of course, so I should have known better.  Clara had told me of the wild antics she had caught her up to at the stable with some boys from town and a couple of her friends.  On another occasion, she had been discovered in the cellar, with Suzanna and one of the stable hands from the boarding stable in La Paz by Angela.  Both times, she had been stopped from losing her cherry for magical reasons relating to her potency as a Seer.  Clara had talked to her about it and come to some agreement with her about it, but I had never heard what it was.  

Three glasses of the root mushroom potion awaited each participant on the buffet.  The large bowled pipe was lit and passed from person to person.  We each took three puffs, three times.  Then we had our fist drinks.  As I did not take the potion ever, I drank some guava punch left from the lunch.  Following the drink, we each took three more puffs, three times, as the pipe passed from hand to hand around the room.  Clara took the girl and the guest by a hand each and drew them close to her.  Still holding their hands, she began to chant.  Clarita began to accompany the chant and shortly thereafter, so did Señora Cortez.  Some twenty minutes later, the chant was completed.  Clara took both the guest and the girl upon their feet seven times around the room, three times around Angela and five times around me.  

The three knelt on the matt before Angela and me.  She embraced each with one arm and drew the guest and the girl to lean on her.  She motioned for the pipe and Angela passed the pipe from lip to lip for the nine puffs by each attendee in sets of three.  I was left facing Clara and the two as Angela settled behind me.  

Using her projective voice she began to speak as Angela placed a glass of the drink before each of the women.  "I see three children amongst us this year before the new summer.  Two will be borne from the youngest among us and one from the black hair.  The father is among you and you will conceive if you fall on him before the first light of the new moon.  With the gland comes the seed thrice before the light.  Take it and be kind for all night will the knight ride."  They each drank their glasses empty in one swig.  

Angela was already standing behind me with her hands on my shoulder, by the end.  Bringing the other two with her, Clara fell forward pushing me over with her head.  In the same moment, Angela whisked my gown off exposing the erection.  Clara sank her mouth onto me and slurped loudly.  Clarita was quick to take the engorged flesh in her lips, and sank her lips to the base and drew hard as she ascended, much as Clara had done.  Angela had pinned my shoulders to the matt and sat on my chest.  I was bent back over my legs uncomfortably.  As a cramp took hold of my thighs and hips, Señora Cortez took me in her lips and drank the fluid that rose to meet her lips.  Angela fell forward and did the same as Señora Cortez rose.  

All four took off their robes simultaneously; I suddenly realized that this had been carefully choreographed.  All four of them knelt in a square around me, lay their heads on the matt, and raised their rumps.  Clara was in front of me with her broad pale bottom near my chest as I knelt.  I could see that her labia were swollen red and engorged, protruding slightly between her soft thighs.  I thought she might have been masturbating earlier.  I sucked on her clitoris for a minute or two and she shuddered with a loud moan as she came on my face.  Following, I sank my erect member into her vagina and withdrew slowly nine times.  

I turned to my left and found Señora Cortez's firm, tight bottom also with an inflamed and dripping slit.  I performed the exact same oral stimulation and received a prolonged convulsive ejaculation from her.  I continued by impaling the slender, long legged guest nine times.  However, as I popped through her cervix each time, she shook with a convulsive small orgasm each penetration.  

To my left again was Clarita.  I found her slim short legged body a little low, so reaching with both hands I firmly grasped her silky, pale butt cheeks and lifted up her higher.  Simultaneously I bent down and found her pink and pulsing vagina also engorged and very wet.  I began to realize why the four had looked as if they had had so much fun as I came in.  The four mounts I was obliging had all spent the two hours I had spent riding my cowgirl and the cook, eating and drinking from each others bodies.  They had each kissed, licked, sucked, and brought to orgasm every other one of the quartette.  They had each been had and had three women three times while I had been banging it into Suzanna's butt.   

I enjoyed and took my time licking the young labia and sucking them into my mouth.  Exposing her clit with my tongue, she let out a scream and relaxed into forceful shuddering orgasms.  As I sank into her with the rigid and dripping love tool, she resumed her orgasm and groaned as I broke through her cherry.  I penetrated her eighteen times, each time my purple dark head poked through the cervix.  Finally on the last stoke I ejaculated past her cervix, filling her with a multitude of white seed.

I moved to the left and repeated to Angela what I had done to Clara and Señora Cortez.  Three times I performed this ritual on each woman, Clarita received the same nine stroke treatment after brief clitoral stimulus on the remaining rounds.  I began the cycle again at Clara.  The second serving I filled each woman's anus with my member, penetrating nine times each anus three times after clitoral stimulated orgasms.  For the third and final leg, I moved to the outside of the circle.  I set my tool in their lips and penetrated to the depths of their throat nine times for each woman, three times around.  

Clara stood up following the communing with a village ritual, arranged the three women, each on a sofa, and ordered me to copulate with them after bringing each her drink.  The first was Clarita who watched me expectantly as my rod waved ahead of me, dripping fluid as I walked toward her pert bottom with the swollen labia jutting from beneath her buttocks.  I took her hand in mine and kissed it tenderly.  I handed her the drink and waited for her to clear the glass and put it down before proceeding.  I entered her soft, wet lips with my purple tulip on a very rigid stem and enjoyed her supple youth bouncing on my hard thigh.  Whilst joined with me, she lay on her side with one leg over the back of the sofa.  Kissing her small breasts, I sucked on her nipples gently as I paced my strokes to match with the pulses of her stimulated cervix opening and closing.  As I straightened and started to kiss her mouth, inside I touched her mystery spot, sending her into violently spasmodic contractions of the cervix.  She had locked me inside her cervix in response to my increased swelling, when Clara reached in expertly from behind me, and pushed my glandular button setting off a long orgasm ejaculating deep into Clarita's womb again.  

Clara held my erection as I came out of the girl.  Señora Cortez was her next command.  However, Clara knelt before me first, and enveloped me in her warm mouth and drew hard as she slowly pulled me out from her luscious lips.  She licked my testicles and reamed me briefly before sending me off with a slap on the butt, the woman I was to serve love to next.  I approached the politician's wife firm behind bearing her drink.  While standing next to the sofa she offered me her hand and I kissed it.  She drew me closer and we kissed wantonly.  I gave her the drink and watched her while waiting to penetrate her into the belly.  

While still drinking, Señora Cortez reached down and stoked my hard damp rod lightly out of impatient desire.  Upon finishing, she turned and offered her hindquarter as she lowered her head onto the sofa.  I entered her with a deliberate stoke and emerged on the other side of her proximal cervix.  She immediately began to spasm contracting painfully on my penis.  Clara entered me again soon after I had started thrusting into the guest and set my ejaculation flowing into Señora Cortez's body as I had done twice already that afternoon.  I lingered in the guest as I was trapped by the force of her cervix, waiting for her spasm to release me.  I began to thrust gently at first, picking up my pace as she released me.  When I finally withdrew, Clara took me once again in her hand.  Next, her command came to fill Angela.  As before, she gave me a deep throat slow suck, liked my testicles, reamed me, and then slapped my ass.  

I brought Angela her drink and kissed her hand.  She gave me a long French kiss and perched herself on the back of the sofa after clearing the drink from its tall glass.  I took her gently and raised her up, impaled on my hard flesh.  With her arms around my neck, I bounced her on my hip happily.  I laid her down onto her sofa and copulated vigorously for some minutes.  Angela began to flush and jerk her arms and legs as her vaginal walls gripped me in an orgasmic symphony.  Once again, Clara inserted her finger in my bottom to stoke the prostrate inducing another violent ejaculation.  

Clara finally had me in her hand again, but this time she commanded me to sodomize her.  I brought her drink and enjoyed her caresses as she drank slowly.  She lay on her back with her legs curled up over her tummy and chest.  I entered her anus with slow deliberate strokes as I went deeper into her warm bowelss.  As I crouched over her bum, gently thumping her cheeks with my thighs, Clarita and Angela came over.  Clarita stood over Clara's face and Angela stood over her folded legs with her groin facing me.  

As I continued to drive my love stick into Clara's receptive bottom, I licked Angela's slit and drank of her nectar mingled with my semen.  Her juices ran down my face and dripped onto Clara. Clara, meantime was busy enjoying Clarita's impregnated pussy.  A while later, Angela stepped away; Clarita replaced her opening before my face.  Señora Cortez sat over Clara and enjoyed the same pleasures administered to Clarita first.  Later yet, Clarita stepped away and Señora Cortez took her place before me, Angela too her place over Clara's expert mouth.  

When this was all done, Angela disengaged me from Clara, and took my member into her mouth.  Clara was spent and so was Señora Cortez.  Both ladies retired to shower and sleep in their rooms.  Angela and Clarita were not done yet.  Both wanted at least a quarter hour of sodomy to themselves.  It was already past one in the morning.  I could not refuse but I announced that I was expected.  Clarita, of course declared correctly that Suzanna would not mind sharing.  

She declared that she would have me last.  With Angela draped over the small ottoman in the corner, I enter her rectal entrance and rocked her gently back and forth  with my hands,  I rode her broad butt as tenderly as if it had been  a baby crib.  When she felt sated, she departed for her room.  

Clarita was eager to enjoy what Angela liked to indulge in.  I was firmly between her lips as she prepared me for herself .  A few moments later, I had Clarita impaled on my love stick again.  She giggled softly as she kissed me before speaking.  "I am so glad to get your baby papá.  I have been waiting for this day for five years.  That is when mamá promised me this.  I got in trouble, then, but that is why I did not do it again.  I used to watch you with mamá, with Angela and with Suzanna, every chance I got.  Now I can enjoy the real flesh.  Your sex is better than I thought possible.  I even watched you with Suzanna when you did the double penetration with Joel.  When will you do a double penetration with me?"   

With all her talk of more sex and asking for another special favor, I had swollen even harder than before in the soft youth's body.  The swelling in my penetrating penis was getting painful.  Clarita was starting to flex her vaginal walls trying to feel me more as I bounced her on me while walking down the dark, empty hall to Suzanna's room.  In response to her question, I pushed a finger into her rear provoking a delighted squeal.  

I opened the door and entered the well-lit room.  Suzanna had her hand on her wet vagina rubbing it at a slow rhythm.  She obligingly got up and made room for me to lay Clarita on her back with her legs curled up.  I asked Suzanna to let up the pressure and she inserted the short, strong finger and stoked the prostrate gland roughly until I ejaculated for a third time into the young former virgin.  

With the pain relieved, I withdrew and turned her onto her belly before reinserted my rigidity into her awaiting anus.  I slipped in easily to the hilt and began to bounce my hips on her little buttocks.  My scrotum was slapping her swollen vaginal labia with each stoke, causing slight convulsions of the body and her juices to flow generously over my testicles.  I slowed my pace even more after some time and told her that I could not do a double penetration without another man, but that I could give her a hot golden enema of the type Angela and Suzanna were so fond of instead.  

After hearing Suzanna's emphatic approvals of the natural enema, Clarita sanctioned my suggestion eagerly.  Holding her body in both arms with the girl's anus holding my stiffness, we walked together to the bath.  With her reclining lazily on the bathroom bench, I resumed my thrusting into the young anus.  After some time I was able to release my hot stream into her cavity.  With eyes wide, she let out a scream of pleasure and began to giggle uncontrollably for a minute or two.  As I withdrew from between her buttocks, finally, Clarita exclaimed how wonderful that had felt.  She took her seat on the toilet and proceeded to clear herself and to wash up.

When she returned to the room, Suzanna had me lying on the bed and was aggressively rising and falling with my hard dick up her broad ass with a grin on her face.  Clean, tired and refreshed, Clarita lay down next to me and watched as the expert cowgirl rode me to her anal pleasure.  As we ended our rimming romp, Clarita watched expectantly as she took my hard on into her mouth and sucked me until I had an orgasm without ejaculation.  With the cowgirl on one side, possessively holding my flaccid penis and a girl on the other resting her head on my chest, I finally slept.
 
The Entourage

It had been past 4 AM with the grayness before dusk outside when we went to sleep.  Some hours later, I had woken with the heads of both Suzanna and Clarita on my chest and their arms crossed over me.  With an arm around each one's shoulders, I pulled them up a little higher.  With gentle, tender kisses and caresses of the body and breasts, I slowly awoke them.  In an amorous pile, we kissed, massaged, and caressed each other.  One hour rolled into the next.  We played with each other and kissed captivated with one another.  Eventually we were twisted into a variety of triangles orally enjoying each other.  Clarita moaned in unrestrained ecstasy as both Suzanna and I enjoyed her while we had the pleasures given us by the other.  After breaking our triangle, we showered together.  We soaped each other liberally while we stimulated each others genitally.   

Drying each other off, we rubbed vigorously with the towels in our hands.  With Suzanna and Clarita in a kissing embrace, I slipped two fingers in each of their vaginal openings and a thumb into their anus.  I told Suzanna that we would have to bring Clarita along with us to Joel's on the night of her Quinceanera    for a double performance and asked her to arrange it with Joel today since I had other duties.  Suzanna mumbled her agreement amidst kisses and caresses she was exchanging with Clarita.  Leaving the two love birds adoring each other, I made my way to the bath, where I cleaned myself before exiting Suzanna's room.

I left the room naked and walked three doors down to the room of the maid that usually cleaned the rooms, did the laundry, and washed the dishes.  Pillar had not returned to her room yet from the breakfast preparations.  The short plump maid was post menopausal, well shaped and of delicate construction.  I lay under her sheets that she had not arranged yet, and went back to sleep.  I awoke a few hours later with Pillar's soft kisses on my neck as I felt her lush, long breasts draped about my arm.  She was glad I had come; with her innumerable duties, we did not share a bed very often.  We rolled around in the sheets in each others' arms kissing for some time.  I began to explore her long brownish red hair, streaked with white.  My wandering hands roamed over her soft and loose flesh massaging her gently.   

I broke away to massage her legs, back and arms.  She slowly relaxed and lay among the sheets more at ease with the massage since it had been a bit too long since she had such intimate contact.  I rolled her onto her back caressing her as she turned.  My fingers began to probe more as I explored her café au lait colored skin.  Her fragile hands returned the courtesy with an arousing touch as her strong, soft hands meandered about my olive skin with fine, long hairs over a great portion of it.  Slowly my fingers found themselves gently thrusting into Pilar's swelling labia while my thumb delicately stroked the clitoris.  Amidst her moans, her arm reached for my neck and pulled me down to kiss her belly.  Over time, my stokes became more vigorous as she became more aroused.  When her wetness began to spread over my fingers and palm she reached for the rigid flesh between my legs.  Gripping it firmly she stoked me and inflamed me more.  Soon Pilar tugged hard on me, and she cupped my balls in a gentle hand while she told me she was ready.  I crouched on my feet between her spread and folded legs so close that my wet hardness rested over her straight brown pubis.  With a gentle rocking, I swung back and entered her on the forward swing.  

Pilar inhaled sharply and arched her back as I entered her body.  Maintaining a rhythmic short swing, I loved the small woman's body.  Sliding my hands forward along her body, I returned them to caress her flanks, tummy, and breasts to the rhythm of the strokes.  Eventually, with a nod and grimace from her I began to toy with her nipples, rubbing them between my fingers, pinching lightly and pulling the erect nipples out a little farther.  Pilar began to shudder lightly and roll her eyes back as she arched her neck.  I could feel the walls of her vigina contracting around me.  As her body relaxed on the heals of her ejaculation, I could hear the water pipes groaning in the wall next to me.  I knew that the Chef was back from the market.  After withdrawing from the womb of the Seer's maid, we lay together head to foot on our side in a sixty-nine as we enjoyed each other orally for a few minutes of post-coital play.  I left her in her sheets to rest and nap before her afternoon tasks.

Closing one door behind me, I opened the next and entered carrying a clean Caftan in my hand, which Pilar had handed to me as I made my way out the door.  Leaving the Caftan on the dresser, I stepped into the bathroom and announced myself to Marie-Louise the youthful Chef.  Opening the shower curtain, the long dirty blond hair hung around her rosy pale face, and it asked me to come in with a grin.  Marie-Louise was a native of Merida, in the Yucatan peninsula with ancestors from both Spain and Norway that I had paid while I had also furnished the funds for her culinary training at the Condon Bleu in France.  After spending a year in Paris learning French, I sent her to the culinary institute to learn and perfect her already excellent skills at seventeen.

After her education and completion of her five-year contract with me she had chosen to stay on at the Seer's house with the privilege of catering her own clients as arranged by appointment, the terms of which Marie-Louise had set and Clara and I had agreed to without fuss.  Once her contract had changed, she had asked me to favor and oblige her as I did the other lucky residents.  Obviously, my amorous disposition had neither escaped her notice, nor failed to capture her interest.   It was because of the increasing requests by her clients for catering services that I had arranged for the Changeling daughter of Queen Sequoia with a fireman from Turlock, Amelia, to come to the Seer's house as a student of culinary arts to work with the Chef, Marie-Louise at the age of sixteen.

Before the five-year contract had been up, the Chef had found me copulating with Clara, Angela, and the old Seer Eugenia, on a few occasions.  To reward her for her trespasses I had sodomized her several times.  Three times, I had also woken up with her lips around my organ while I had been asleep on the ottoman, in my own room.  Another six times, this naughty Chef had brought me out of my sleep with her rising and falling on my erection while supported by the straps that hung over my ottoman from a ring in the ceiling.  On a few occasions, either when Anna-Maria or Paula had been away to visit their family, this lovely Chef had come to keep me company; and while she had visited, she had also kept me from working at all by demanding I copulate or sodomize her nearly the entire time.

In the shower without her usual high heels, Marie-Louise was my height and slim, with a long bottom and long narrow breasts that were remarkable in how they jutted perpendicular to her chest with almost no drooping whatsoever.  She had a lovely body, but with girlish features.  Marie-Louise was barren, and had not wanted to marry despite having been courted by almost a dozen men who had become infatuated with her for her looks and exceptional cuisine.  She had told me that the blacksmith alone, had proposed several times, but she had refused even after he had offered her a one-karat diamond ring.  He had eventually married a fertile young local girl, a couple of years before.  Now he had one son and was expecting a daughter in a few months. 

Marie-Louise had always been completely open with me concerning every occurrence, desire, wish, idea, and this had given us as wonderful personal relationship as if we had been wedded in an open marriage.  She had told me when her romance with the blacksmith had begun three years after her return from France, and about the countless pestering men that she had laid with who had also wanted to marry her.  She had entertained me with the blacksmith's antics with her on the anvil, and of the picnic lunches they would enjoy, under the trees of the Seer's orchard.  Occasionally, she would seduce him at the orchard at night and enjoyed his rough vigor.  They locked in copulation under the orchard now more often than ever.  He loved his wife and child, but the sex was just hot for him with the pale blond cook.  

As we hugged and kissed in the shower, Marie-Louise masturbated me gently.  Kneeling on the tile shower floor she asked me to tell her who I had enjoyed so far since my arrival and how it had gone.  Then she took me into her lips and loved the hard erection while I spoke of the copulations I had engaged in with the guest and other residents.  I knew this talk aroused her and that no gossip ever left her lips.  I shuddered again with only a dribble of pre-cum as I orgasmed in her enclosed mouth.  With surprise, she exclaimed that she could tell I had been busy and wished me luck on my impregnation of the three lucky mothers to be while still on her knees.  

She stood up and leaned onto the opposite shower wall with outstretched arms supporting her away from the tile wall.  I entered her slim shaved kitty from the rear and pressed her breasts into the shower wall with my hands cupped around them.  As I thrust at a medium rhythm into her, she began to tell me of her adventures in the last few weeks.  Three weeks earlier, Marie-Louise had spent three days and nights enjoying me while Paula had visited her grand children.  One of those nights, Suzanne had joined us after coming through the time-space gap that emerged in my study.  As her adventures with her many other lovers had unfolded, I got ever more rigid inside her increasingly hot and lubricated folds and hollow.  

On one of her multiple amorous adventures, she had met with Raul, the ranch hand that had been a lusting visitor of Suzanna's, walking along a road through La Paz.  She had offered Raul a ride to his house I the silver Porsche Turbo I left at the Seer's property for their use.  He had courteously offered her dinner with his wife and children to return the favor.  After a delicious dinner of stewed beef, sautéed chilies, seasoned rice, pinto beans stewed with pig feet, served with fresh salsa and tortillas, and quite a few drinks the children had been put to bed.  She had waited a long time in the courtyard for the two parents to return before going into the house to get more water.  

She had discovered the two had drunk even more tequila and beer after having put the three young children to bed.  As a consequence of their intoxication, they were lying on the floor of the kitchen enjoying oral sex completely naked and insensible of their visitor.  Not one to miss an opportunity, Marie-Louise had lay down on the tile floor beneath Raul's swinging testicles as the wife gave fellatio and taken the hairy balls into her mouth eliciting a prompt ejaculation that had given his wife the desert that she wanted.  The two drunks had haphazardly accommodated her into their passionate antics.  She had enjoyed cunnilingus from both Raul and Monica; in addition, she had also meted out fellatio and cunnilingus to her hosts.  

Later, Raul had pounded her pussy leaving her sore while Monica massaged her maternal organ to more arousal and looked on in a drunken slump with satisfaction from the corner beneath the kitchen sink.  After ejaculating into Marie-Louise, he had become immediately limp with drooping, slack testicles.  Despite both her efforts and his wife's for one and a half hours, he had not revived to bear a new erection, and had gone to sleep on the kitchen floor still naked.  She had then lain with the dark, thickset, curvy, black haired wife in the couple's bed, and they had indulged in each other orally for several hours.  She had awoken with the first light and set off in the Porsche, leaving the parents to sleep until the children awoke them.

With my testicles aching, as I loved her pale, slim body she told me of more.  She had seen Suzanna walking to Joel's as she had pulled into the drive, next to the Unimog utility pickup that was parked with the Porsche I had also bought for the house staff.  She had caught up with her deep into the grove and they had chatted about Raul.  Upon arriving at Joel's they had been surprised to discover the door unlocked early and had made their way in quietly.  The two had discovered Joel on his back atop the steel kitchen prep-table with his clothes half off.  He was lolling his head and moaning as Esmeralda bounced happily on his phallus   holding onto his open shirt for balance.

They had laid in wait behind one of the large restaurant refrigerators and watched.  During the short romp on the table, they had both taken off their pants and played rock, paper, scissors to draw on who would go first.  Joel was known to lie with his eyes shut for a few minutes after ejaculating, but at least he stayed hard despite the short engagements.  Suzanna drew second, which was lucky for her, as she would have him longest.  

As soon as Joel had ejaculated, Esmeralda had jumped off the table and run into the house entrance at the back of the kitchen.  She had disappeared into the bath, where they knew she would flush, bathe, and go back to bed before having to open the restaurant at 11 AM.  Marie-Louise had immediately taken her place after Esmeralda had slammed the door as she passed into the house.  Joel had opened his eyes in surprise as she had begun to bounce on him and Suzanna had come round to kiss him as Marie-Louise had worked quickly to make him cum again.  After dismounting Joel she had leaned over  Suzanna's body that had placed itself with legs and rump hanging over the edge while she clung to the other side of the table, belly-up.  As they had started to kiss and caress each other Joel had obliged them both by putting it in each of them alternating after a few strokes.  After some time of this alternating Suzanna had exclaimed impatiently, "Put it in my ass you fool."  

Obediently he had done as told.  A few minutes later Marie-Louise had felt Joel's dripping prick pushing against her anus.  That was when she had abruptly dismounted Suzanna.  She said gently while holding his face in her long hands that only one dick can have that fun and gave him a good-bye kiss.  Without much hesitating, he had resumed his hard thrusting into Suzanna's butt.

Now my whole dick was aching including the soft flesh between my penis and anus.  I told Marie-Louise of my predicament.  She told me not to worry.  We unhitched and she faced me on her knees again.  With me between her lips she stroked my prostrate with a thin, inserted finger provoking a delightful and relieving ejaculation into her enthusiastic mouth.  After having relished her favorite cream Marie-Louise luridly suggested collecting if from every rendezvous I had at the house and serving it with the fruit tart for Clarita's birthday breakfast since she knew Clarita very well.  While she joked about it she turned on her hands and knees, lay her face on the shower pillow on the floor and offered her back end to me under the running shower.  Kneeling on one knee, I eased my pulsing engorged penis in through her sphincter and sank into her warm bowels.  

A few seconds later a long stream of hot yellow natural enema filled her cavity.  Sighing with pleasure and with a broad smile on her face Marie-Louise raised her body with her arms and looked around at me warmly without uncoupling.  "I love when you do that papá."  We stayed together for a few minutes before Marie-Louise went to clear herself.  When she returned, we washed each other unhurriedly.  

With water wrinkles beginning to form in our skin, she lay on her back resting her head on the shower pillow.  With her feet draped over my shoulders and her thighs pushing her breasts together I reentered Marie-Louise lovely and slightly giggly butt cheeks to the hilt and rested there.  We kissed lengthily between my kissing of her breasts and nipples.  Locked into her sphincter I cuddled, caressed, and kissed Marie-Louise for some time.  Finally, I began to thrust gingerly into her.  Returning the honor, she began to constrict the rectum around me with each penetration, holding me in place until she released me a second or two later.  With one hand, I reached between us and began to stoke her swollen and pink slit.  

As the pace increased, her hand joined mine.  With our fingers interlocked Marie-Louise pushed our two hands forcefully in past her labia, forcing me to lean back to make room for our hans.  The fair Chef let out a shriek muffled by her other hand.   Her body began to convulse and spasm with powerful contractions on our entwined hands and around my hot and extended member embedded in her rear.  A second or two later I also began to climax with jerking muscles all over my body.  With concentration, I held my self up on my hands, but only barely.  We separated and washed ourselves again before exiting the shower amidst constant kisses and embracing caresses.

Clothed in my caftan I left the Chef to rest before lunch.  I made my way up to my room and discovered Isabella, the gardener, waiting for me on my ottoman with her close friend, Amelia the cook.  Isabella informed me as we hugged, that she was done for this week with her horticultural duties and that the preparations for the Chef's lunch were complete, meaning we had a couple of hour or so before lunch, but they expected my company after lunch too.  We kissed longingly as my hands searched over their dresses for Isabella's petite shape and Amelia's robust curves and large jugs.  We rolled around embracing and kissing for about a quarter of an hour before Isabella suggested we go for a walk in the orchard.  I mentioned the arrival of the Stallion and suggested we swing by the stable as well.  We left by a side door on the stable side of the house and walked along the vegetable and herb garden then past the fields of Kale and alfalfa used to feed the goats rotated through the various pastures.  As we approached the stable, we could se the stallion swishing its white head and snuffing quietly with some agitation.   

As we walked together, Isabella leaned her dark brown head and hair on my shoulder while Amelia slipped an arm around my back to massage Isabella's bottom, her usual bedmate.  We walked silently in each others' arms.  Isabella had begun her employment at the Seer's house only three years earlier.  The petite daughter of a Spaniard father and immigrant African mother from some equatorial West African nation had run into me literally, while riding her bicycle on the streets of Mataro, Spain, near Barcelona.  I had been thrown to the ground as the sixteen year old had failed to stop in time as she skidded around a coble-stoned corner.  She had collapsed with her bicycle on me but caused no injury.  I had been traveling alone then, as Paula was engaging with me conventionally.  She had apologized profusely while lying on me, lingering needlessly as she felt my concealed erection pressing into her belly.  She insisted on taking me home to have a doctor check me, as her father was a doctor and her mother a nurse.  

As we had walked into her home together, Isabella had introduced me to her dark African mother.  After having taken off my clothes and had been subjected to the mother's examination, I disclosed to her how we had met.  Isabella had run up to her and embraced her when I had come into the home with her.  I could see, but not hear, that she whispered into her mother's ear something that had raised her attention from her study of a pile of files with medical notes.  With a sudden change of demeanor, her mother had stood up in her long dress with a broad and warm smile, and then ordered me to take my suit off for her examination.  She had paced with a deliberate yet slow beat of her heels toward me, like a flamenco dancer.  With one hand firmly on my shoulder, she asked me who I was, and what I did, after having thoroughly explored my body with her hands, which had lingered provocatively on my increasing stiffness.  As I told her about myself, my work, and the property I owned, her other hand had planted itself on my groin and massaged my increasingly hot testicles.  She had my jewels firmly in her hand as Isabella watched from a sofa while masturbating her slit in open anticipation.  

She said that Isabella was finishing her apprenticeship in gardening the following summer as she began to undress.  She suggested that they could send her to me in Mexico to raise my seeds as she began to work my exposed rigidity in her hand with more determination.  Isabella had asked at this point about her father.  She was told that he was gone to a three-day conference in Lyon, and was not expected back for a week seeing that he had taken his blond and curvy French medical assistant with him.  Then she had quickly sunk onto the ground and placed me in her purple lips as the top of her large dress fell down and helped the dress form an enormous corolla around her contrasting dark, alluring body.  

Naturally, I accepted the offer knowing that Angela, Suzanna, and Mare-Louise were now sharing the task of keeping the gardens and orchard, but I delayed my answer for three days.  After having enjoyed my male organ the mother had rolled her skirt up and tucked it under her belt along with the top portion of the dress in a sort of thick woven belt to rest upon her waist.  While her mother now lay on the ground with her face beneath me, exposed, Isabella had knelt over her face and taken me into her lips like those that her mother had done earlier, but completely undressed.  More aggressive than the mother, Isabella had massaged me vigorously in her lips, which had clearly had a lot of practice with fellatio already.  During the girls caresses her mother had aroused her with cunnilingus to a state inflamed excitement.  

Through swollen puffy labia that her mother had provoked orally, I struck deep into the young gardener's body with my throbbing engorged flesh.  I had thrust into her only a few times where I had popped through her cervix, when I arched my back, pressing into her abdomen and inseminated her.  Not accustomed to my habits, the mother had quickly taken my scrotal sacks into her hand to caress and keep me at the ready.  To her surprise I did not withdraw, but resumed thrusting rhythmically and deeply into Isabella's belly.  I continued copulating with the petite mulata as she rested over the piano bench, exhilarated by the cervical stimulus.  Encouraged and pleased by my persistence, her mother had knelt next to me for some time while we had kissed.  I asked her to stand before me and I suckled her circumcised clitoris while continuing to penetrate her girl.  An hour or so later I spilled seed into Isabella again and dismounted the little doe with fabulous curves, beautiful skin, and an insatiable appetite for sex.

Exhausted from her first protracted love session where he had been penetrated beyond the initial male orgasm, Isabella had retired to her bedroom.  She retreated to rest, leaving me still erect and alone with the beautiful, slim, muscular African mother.  Speaking to me in her deep and accented voice, she had offered to give me free room and board for five days in exchange for my repeated coital attentions.  We engaged as she leaned on the wooden dining table.  For some three hours, we copulated briefly in various parts of the house.  Between bouts of fornicating thrusts, we would embrace kissing and explore each others mouths with our tongues.   

Our hands were constantly moving over each others' bodies.  Migrating we departed the engagement over the dining table to the living room.  There we had draped the mother over the back of the sofa as the desired organ had passed through her purple, swollen labia from behind.  Following more kisses and caresses, she had sat atop the serving cart and I had introduced it to her fertile womb repeatedly.  With every kiss of out pelvis, she had been transported a little farther into the hall.  Her mother had taken my hand and led me to the apothecary of their practice.  Taking a salve from the shelf, she had applied some to my phallus and testicles and massaged it in vigorously.  Having jettisoned the dress, she had dabbed it liberally over her protruding vaginal labia, clitoris, and anus.

Lying with her enormous breasts  pressed into the consultation table, we connected again,     Some minutes later I withdrew with a larger erection still pulsing.  She had remarked that it was a wonderful lubricating, ayurvedic lotion.  I could see her dark brown rectal sphincter opening and closing spasmodically as I resumed jabbing my prodder into her luxuriant, muscular, slim belly.  On an impulse, I pulled out and sank into her anus smacking my testicles against the firm soft flesh of the protruding, broad, inviting buttocks of Isabella's mother.  The mother began to spasm and groan as my thrusts slowed to a walking beat.  As I dismounted that broad rump the  mother suggested we resume in  the guest shower as it was larger, then I could keep her rear warm as she prepared the dinner.  In the long rectangular shower, we had embraced, cuddled and lathered each other generously and even tended to each others' engorged and inflamed organs.  Holding her broad and muscular thighs in my arms, I cupped that broad fleshy bum in my hands as I held her back against the shower wall.  My now purple and painful, probing tool enjoyed the dark and depilated womb.  

Clean but yet unclothed, we departed to the kitchen.  We fondled, caressed, and frolicked playfully between kisses and the preparation of the dinner.  Once the pots were cooking,   I raised her onto the low kitchen table and rode the radiant mare amorously again.  With the dinner kept warm in the oven, we went out into the garden in darkness on that moon lit night.  With her shoulders on the soft grass and her rump resting on the padded bench, I entered her broad bottom again in the near darkness beneath cover of shrubbery.  Moving deeper into the shrubby garden tended by Isabella, the mother asked me to impale her posterior again beneath the lush foliage by the perennial flowerbed.  Kneeling together among the leaves we rocked together as we danced to accompany her locking rectal muscles contracting and releasing upon my invading implement.  

Drenched in sweat and satisfied lust we reentered the kitchen, Isabella had risen, set the kitchen table, and served out plates.  Already having eaten her dinner, as we sat at our stools eating, Isabella had enjoyed my still aching erection orally.  Her mother had cleared the table to make room for Isabella after we ate.  I set upon her young body again, filling her belly with my painful organ shortly after having finished eating, unable to breach into her mouth from pent up arousal.  About three quarters of the hour later, I finally released the fertile life cream into her again womb, which relieved the increasing pain from hours of fornication without ejaculation.  We all showered together again quickly and took our place beneath the comforters and soft pillows of the enormous bed the mother shared with her now absent and equally adulterous husband.  We three had frisked a short while in the dark, before falling asleep in each others' arms beneath the cozy comforter.  

The second and third day we repeated our coitus and sodomy games morning, afternoon and evening.  Isabella's stamina improved each day as we continued locking our genitalia in a union of lust intended to impregnate definitively and pleasure repeatedly.  With increasing frequency, the mother had asked me to indulge her anus until on the last two days I would copulate with Isabella and alternately sodomize the mother followed by many brief showers.  In the morning of the fourth day, I heard mother open the front door and bring in two guests.  I was filling Isabella's belly with more of my seed in the pantry service room when two young black women walked in ahead of the mother.  "That is very well done Señor."  They had spoken in unison.  "Each of us will have you fill our belly twice and our seat once before we leave this afternoon," they declared together.  Smiling apologetically from behind them the mother told me that those were her twin nieces, both daughters of her uncle who had helped her to immigrate by finding her a prosperous, willing husband.  She had felt it was a shame to not keep my erection busy while she tested Isabella.  She had called her unmarried nieces to come and have a ride while she took Isabella to the clinic.  She wanted to confirm that I had successfully impregnated her daughter with a child.  She said she wanted to make sure that I sent for Isabella since she was enamored to me at first sight when she had toppled over me with her bicycle.  I reminded her that I was not marrying and had been assured that all that mattered was that Isabella was allowed to stay with me, at the Seer's compound where she would also be employed as a gardener and grounds keeper.  

The two twins had worked together on me for about four hours.  Using the glandular button trick  on me, that  Clara was so fond of to force ejaculations at their will.  I filled each of their vaginal cavities with my seed twice that morning.  I then took my time whipping each of their bottoms with my hot testicles as I rose and fell in their bowels while they lay on their backs with those astounding, long, shapely chocolate milk  colored legs curled up before me.  Eventually I gave the first a natural enema and filled the second firm bottom with my milk as mother and daughter watched with joyful expressions on their faces after having returned.  They announced happily to all that Isabella was with child before seeing the twins out the door with pleased embraces and kisses.  

The remaining day and a half I had spent alternating between fulfilling Isabella's lusty, fertilized womb and satisfying the anal craving of her mother.  I had been pounding Isabella's  pussy full of my love in the  garden when the father had returned with the medical assistant who was showing anxious signs of having been ravished by the  randy doctor recently.  Leticia, the blond medical assistant had not known that Isabella's mother knew and was worrying needlessly about the reaction that the Doctor's wife may have if she suspected that they had been having intercourse every moment of free time before and after the meetings in the convention center.  Isabella's mother had distracted her husband from noticing his naked daughter with my erection inside her in the garden clandestinely by taking him by his penis through the trousers in front of Leticia and demanding that he satisfy her lust in the bedroom immediately seeing that she was waiting for him naked.  

While the couple was busy upstairs, the medical assistant had discovered us in the garden and watched my rigid length emerging, still erect from Isabella's belly.  The sumptuous French  blond had indulged orally in my hanging testicles, while I had still been poking my organ into Isabella, provoking another flood of semen into Isabella's belly.  After a brief period of Leticia administering expert fellatio, we had efficiently left Isabella's house together, in a taxi we flagged shortly after stepping out.  Together in the taxi, we had continued with a covert foreplay.  We remained at my hotels together and traveled together for my remaining two weeks in Europe as I made both scheduled and unscheduled visits.  Leticia had called in sick to her employing doctor's office each day as we traveled and indulged each other's bodies lustfully.

A year later Isabella had arrived and came to stay with me at my workhouse in El Cien.  She had unfortunately miscarried the child after four months of pregnancy, following another crash with her bicycle.  I had however had a child with the medical assistant, Leticia.  She was given a house by me, in Toulon, France, where her parents live and I provide for them with whatever they need financially and otherwise.  I visit them biannually, taking my time particularly at the end of the year.  Monique, Leticia's daughter is scheduled to come and stay with me during middle and high school so that I may prepare her for university, seeing that it is her ambition to obtain her degrees from Harvard, an ambition that perplexes me completely, but that I am happy to assist with if I however I can.  

Isabella stayed on at the Seer's house where she maintains a steady relationship with her same sex lover, Amelia.  Isabella spends her free days when the gardens need no care, with me in El Cien, when I am not at the Seer's.   The Porsche provides her a quick and easy way of reaching my house, without using the time-space gap that is usually utilized by the Fairies of the Tellurian realm.  She would have to use the busses instead to reach me otherwise.  The Fairy passage, when not used by Suzanne who lives with Heather, is principally used by the Fairy Queen Sequoia and a number of the unranked fairies such a Screech, Townsend, and Marlin, an undine from the Colorado river that is provisionally under Sequoia's dominion instead of in the care of the Undine Queen, Correnteza. 

With Isabella and Amelia in my arms, we approached the corral with the white stallion.  As we looked in, much to our surprise, Suzanna had already saddled him and was crouching under its belly.  We watched for a few minutes without uttering a sound.  Suzanna had the horse's erect phallus in her hand and was kissing, caressing and sucking on the broad head as she masturbated it vigorously.  Isabella felt for me as we watched.  Sliding her hand in at the lowest button of the caftan at my pectorals, her arm followed smoothly down to the member she was craving.  As she made contact, I suggested that we head for the orchard to indulge.  Gripping me gently in her fingers, she moved my sheath back and forth.  I raised my caftan as if to remove it and Isabella takes hold of me with her other hand.  Isabella leans over and takes me in her dark lips.  As she continues indulging, she sinks onto the floor while I slip a hand beneath Amelia's dress to caress her.  While we watched Suzanna, Isabella treated me like Suzanna treated the horse.  

Suzanna arched under the horse and inserted its oversized member into her body with one hand.  With a rising motion, she enjoyed the penetration.  Choosing a position from witch   to watch the lascivious cowgirl, Isabella set herself on all fours before me.  I entered her and coupled with her amiably as we watched.  As Isabella became more aroused, she quickened the pace by thrusting onto me as well.  With the increase in our energy the groans and moans attracted Suzanna's attention.  Abandoning the stallion with a swinging erection, she made her way toward us.   

On her hands and knees, she met Isabella as I thrust into her belly.  They kissed tenderly and began embracing and exploring each other for a few minutes.  Suzanna took Amelia's dress off, them slithered underneath her body as she knelt on all four before lying onto of her to enjoy each other.  As the two aligned with each other oriented head to foot Isabella shook with orgasms as I watched the two women.  I withdrew and entered the cowgirl's tummy and commenced to give cunnilingus to the now standing Isabella while I thrust into Suzanna.  While having her sex eaten Isabella probed my anus while enjoying my testicles smacked into Suzanna.   With the anal probe, I released into Suzanna before moving to the other side of the two women to penetrate the awaiting Amelia.  For considerable time Suzanna, who lay on her back beneath the impaled Amelia, stimulated and nursed my testicles orally.

A half hour later, she finally inserted her finger and stoked the gland that sent my juices overflowing into Amelia.  Having been provoked, I injected the seed into Isabella.  Feeling the hot excretions into her body, she relaxed into the cowgirl's larger body in a faint.  Suzanna moved Amelia's limp body to the side slightly and turned her back to me as usual.  Recognizing my position, I sank into her anus abruptly, in one smooth stroke, drew out to the edge of the head, and sped back in.  With each penetration of that large bottom, I smacked my thighs and balls on Suzanna with a dull thump.  After a quarter hour of obliging the cowgirl's behind, I reach underneath and found her clitoris.  Stimulating it vigorously, I set her bum jingling as a convulsive orgasm overtook her.  I disengaged and tended to Isabella, who had lost consciousness and then to Amelia's behind in the same amorous manner as Suzanna, but with gentle penetrative strokes and a leisurely pace.  I replaced my robe, took up Isabella's, and picked her up in my arms.     

I walked quickly into the grove with her.  Amelia and Suzanna remained at the corral, indulged in more lesbian passions.  I found a secluded corner with a long padded bench and lay her body on it tenderly.  I kissed her gently all over her body to rouse her gently.  As she awoke, we kissed deeply.  She asked me what had happened.  I told her how she had fainted and what Suzanna had demanded.  She moaned softly and asked me to do to her what I had done to Suzanna and Amelia, but I refused.  She did not have the robust constitution that took well to rough intercourse or forceful sodomy.  As I massaged her, kissed her and caressed her soft flesh she pleaded with me to do it.   

After some time, as I felt her vigor returning I agreed to her pleas half-heartedly.  Raising her legs carefully and resting them on her chest, folded, I entered her little bottom very slowly, as I had done years earlier at her home in Mataro.  As I passed through the sphincter, she winced but urged me on.  Her body suddenly relaxed as the head gave way to the narrower phallus.  With her so relaxed the stokes became easy as I began to rise and fall into her bowels.  With a flush on her face she asked me why I had not done this to her in so long.  I could not offer her a good reason.  Then she asked me if this is what Mother had really meant when she had said that I was wonderful when I had loved her behind.  I had to admit that that was what she had meant.  Energetically she decreed to me that she was coming over every week for more.  After her announcement, we resumed the sodomy with more energy.  I was still careful with her fragility though.  

An hour or so later we emerged with our robes in our hands and made our way to the pool.  We entered the water and refreshed ourselves.  As we embraced and kissed under the springboard, I had an urge to love her again.  I entered her womb again in the water.  Stirring the pool vigorously, we both relished each others' bodies.  After I filled her with the seed, again we remained linked as we continued our caresses.    































 
The Lunch

From above the springboard, we heard clapping as if it were applause from two people.  Looking out I discovered Clara standing with Clarita beside the dive plank.  Both were applauding us as we copulated adoringly.  Clara crouched beneath the plank, kissed Isabella in a motherly way, and added that she had miss interpreted the third mother to be, from her vision before the ceremony.  She had promised Clarita that I would take her cherry and make it worth while waiting until the Quinceanera.  Now that she was passing into her responsibilities as a Seer apprentice, she could have sex whenever and with whomever she wanted.  She wished she could have come out of her trance to go get Isabella, but at least fate was taking care of itself.  Both of them wished Isabella good fortune with her conception and kissed her.  Clara and Clarita both stripped their gowns and got in the pool on either side of us following that little speech.

With the encouragement and loving caresses of the two lovely ladies, I resumed my plunging bop with the youthful Isabella, which I now knew I would impregnate with a child again as she had wished those four years earlier.  I carried her to the shallow and draped her over the pool's edge, over a thick, spread towel.  We locked together again in wild abandon until I released yet again amidst Isabella's convulsing string of orgasms.  When the young mother to be was worn out and satisfied, I dismounted her daintily constructed feminine form to lend my gentleman's services to the queen and the princess of the coop.  

Clarita took over the charge of massaging, caressing, and kissing Isabella as Clara drew me out of the water and onto the springboard.  With her body draped bare over the board and her plump hindquarter and legs draped over the edges of the plank, I stood on the lower step and drove into her with my loving organ.  After some time engaged in congress, she began to shudder and have spasmodic contraction with her cervix.  I replaced my penile organ with its celebrated rigidity, in through her posterior pore amorously.  Some time later Clarita came up to Clara and they kissed lightly whilst the piercing device continued to traverse her anus.  Clara disengaged from the implanted protuberant organ and slipped into the cool water with a quiet splash.  Having swum unhurriedly toward the shallow end of the kidney shaped swimming pool, she met with Isabella in the by and the steps where they began to make love to each other tenderly.

Clarita had me lie upon the springboard, with my feet toward the water in a reversal of Clara's earlier orientation.  Standing over my level body, she grasped the oversized rails over the steps rising to the plank, and lowered her taut behind onto the vertically projecting horn that poked into her bowels.  As she bounced us on the board, she reached down athletically, while balancing with one arm, and she inserted a finger through my sphincter to massage my prostrate, and set me off, fertilizing her butt again.  As my spasms abated, Clarita adjusted herself upon my embedded spear.  Repositioning her young body she rotated upon me, placing her feet over the sides of the board, and facing me at her while still affixed to me by her sphincter.  I sat up to kiss her while holding her bottom forcefully onto me while holding the rail with one hand.  She rode me aggressively that warm afternoon as if she wished to break the plank, very much the way that Suzanna was fond of being sodomized.

Attracted by the noise emanating from the swimming pool, Angela walked up to announce the lunch being served.  Angela kissed Isabella and Clara as they donned their robes and headed for the house to join the others at the table.  Patting Clarita gently on both buttocks, she rounded the board with the bouncing doe with my spear to the hilt in her bum, to the steps that led onto the springboard.  After a gentle kiss exchanged between them Clarita disengaged her bottom from my member and dove in the pool before taking up her dress.  She exited the water, donned her gown, and set off for the house.  Angela lead me to a near by bench in the shade of a palm and knelt on it laying her head on her hands.  Standing behind I entered her exposed rectal sphincter and rocked gently inside her whilst moving her to match my penetrative rhythm.  A few minutes later, she asked to come around to satisfy her adoration of Greek loving.  With the erection firmly in her hands, she told me she wanted more seeds to be sown and took me into her lips willfully.  I was aroused to thrust with short strokes as Angela consumed me while agitating my testicles with her stroking hands.  A few minutes later, with aching testicles that were soon to burst forth, I entered her reddish brown indigenous belly through the smooth, depilated swollen labia.  Coupled together we rocked at each other vigorously.  Quite soon after entering her womb, the sowing of more fertile love seed was accomplished to her satisfaction.  We kissed lovingly as I carried her back to where our robes lay by the pool.  Dressing among a shower of kisses, we covered our bodies and set off for the lunch table hand in hand.  

At the long marble table sat all the residents of the house.  We took our places next to Clara.  Before uncovering the serving dishes to start the meal Clara announced that the prophesy had worked itself from behind the mists of its own accord.  She declared the three new mothers to all and described the second day ritual that they would all participate in, consummation with a village.  We all ate hungrily from the goat burgundy, the duck in orange sauce, and linguini in cream sauce, broccoli with cauliflower, mango coconut soufflé, and Chèvre with toasted biscuits.  As usual, Burgundy wine and Mead were served as beverages along with a large bowl of a fruit beverage made from what the orchard had to offer.  Mead was my particular beverage of choice.  With every order I placed for the Seer's house I also stocked my work home with several barrels in El Cien.
As the lunch came to a close, Clarita stood up and proposed a toast to the sight and the new mothers that shared the delicious meal with us.  Normally this would have been Clara speaking.  However, Clarita being the virtuosi that she noticeably showed signs of was eagerly taking on her new role as Seer.  For the next six years, she would take on increasingly larger roles in the rituals and ceremonies of the house until she would be fit to hold concurrent rituals for other guests while Clara took care of others.  After her brief speech, she took her chair by the backrest and turning it around, set the backrest touching the edge of the table.  Disrobing herself she stepped up onto the chair and crouched on it taking hold of the lower lip edge of the  stone table top for balance.  The guest, Seer, and entourage all followed suit doing exactly what she had done.

Clara then took the lead of the ritual.  She commanded me through each step starting with taking my chair away from the table and disrobing myself.  The first rounds of three were to keep the village close in peace and love.  Beginning with Clarita I entered each womb with my hands on their hips and thrust in three times before stepping over to my left to enter another in order around the table.  Clara followed Clarita, then came the politician's wife, the house keeper,  the chef, then cook, following the gardener,  the herd keeper and  the maid,   She announced the second round of five for the success of  the training and continued growth of clientele.  I repeated my circuit penetrating five times through each of the labia.  The following command instructed nine entries each for the successful delivery of the two girls and one boy, I had only conceived daughters at the Seer's compound up to this point.  Thrusting nine times into each woman, I circled the table again.  Another command was issued for twelve entries for eight-dozen-years of good fortune and happiness.  Again, I obliged each lady's body twelve times.  For the final set of fifteen she called for the great successes of the new Seer for a life time of good sight and for the continued lucrative success of my books that had continued to transform and improve the lives of the Seers.  Each received her fifteen penetrations.  Upon Clarita's signal, all the attendees returned their seats to face the table and covered themselves with their robes.  We all dispersed to our rooms for a two-hour siesta following the heavy meal and ritual intercourse.  I slept heavily that afternoon with few dreams.

I was woken by Isabella and Señora Cortez sitting on either side of me on the ottoman stroking and massaging my uncovered sleeping body with a hand each, while they conversed quietly over me.  Awake, but with my eyes still shut, I continued to breath deeply as I enjoyed the touches and listened to their seductively gentle, high voices.  In the distance, I could hear the stallion's whinnies as it pranced about, presumably, with the birthday girl upon it.  Also there was the music of a lute accompanied by a tambour and cello, probably played by Clara, Marie-Louise and Pilar, which gave an ambience to the place of some semblance to Nirvana.  I surmised from the conversation over me, that Señora Cortez had run into Isabella in the common room while serving herself a drink.  They had become engrossed in conversation about the way that the prediction had played itself into existence with out hardly needing any encouragement.  All the pomp and ceremony was there to legitimize the natural events as they unfolded themselves.  As they talked they alluded to the various entanglements each had had with the papá.  Señora Cortez introduced her satisfaction, at having finally felt that she had been stimulated to conceive by a male's lust for her, and also how much she would miss her stay at the Seer's.  Isabella then reassured her that like the Colombian lady she had met the day before, she would be welcome back any time, even if her only purpose was to commune.  Patting me more forcefully on the inside of my upper thigh, she added how dependable things were at the house and that the best time to come was always at the new moon any time of year.

Her hand took hold of me and I feigned waking up startled.  Together they demanded more inseminating attentions.  I suggested bathing together as a good way to start the evening   and they agreed.  I took both their robes and placed them in the drawer with Señora Cortez's rings.  As I walked past the window naked with an erection, I saw Clarita pass at a trot along the beach.  Making eye contact after gazing at me, she smiled broadly and blew me a kiss while I waved.  We entered the large square shower with the six shower heads and adjusted the heads and water temperature to suit us all.    

With the women standing in an embrace amidst the lukewarm water, I started to lather them with shower gel and shampoo their hair.  Carefully I massaged the shampoo into Señora Cortez's scalp; while it penetrated the short hair, I did the same to Isabella's long, dark brown lochs.  They rinsed and I repeated the process with a natural conditioner with coconut oil made by Pilar.  As the conditioner soaked into their scalps I lathered them generously a second time, beginning with the neck and working my way down to the finger tips and toes even.  Naturally, I lingered on the breasts, nipples, navel, between the thighs, the behind, and the front bellow the waist.  As they rinsed together my fingers made sure that the anus, clit and labia were well rinsed on both.    

I moved the shower bench to the center of the spray of water.  Their four hands found me unawares and began to wash me with their delicate gentle touches.  With my head and body well scrubbed, I shaved while I rinsed.  Señora  Cortez,   took advantage of my inattention and took me into her lips  while Isabella  enjoyed her companion's organ with her mouth.  Once I was done shaving while receiving fellatio, the two swapped places.  A few minutes later Señora Cortez drew Isabella's mouth away from my love prong, as the two lay on top of each other head to foot with the long legged and pale Señora Cortez on the bottom.  I stood next to them for a moment or two observing them administering cunnilingus before they both reached out with a hand, each, to stroke and fondle me as their oral enjoyment continued.  Some time later, I pulled away as the two lovebirds ate each other.

I took a position between the politician's wife's legs, where her rump protruded over the edge of the bench.  Raising her legs so that she would arc them around Isabella's shoulders, I pushed in to her body through her anus, watching Isabella's rhythm.  I matched her to not throw her off with my thrusts.  A while later Señora Cortez and Isabella began to convulse together as they brought each other to climax.  As their bodies relaxed on the bench, I moved my poker to Isabella's rear.  Penetrating Isabella's dark brown bottom I set off another set of convulsions racing through her petite aroused body.  When Isabella resumed enjoying the guest orally, she returned the favor to Isabella while I continued to sodomize her.

Eventually we disengaged and washed ourselves again quickly between kisses and embraces.  Putting her long fingered hands on my face the guest told me that as she would leave tomorrow that she wanted to go with more seed sown in her field.  Isabella seconded her proposal.  On the ottoman, they laid together in an embrace of cuddles, caresses, and kisses awaiting my carnal invasion of their fertile wombs.  Standing between the  enamored women I raised Señora  Cortez's left leg into a curl on my arm and entered her soft warm cavity.  For almost an hour, I coupled with her as the two attended to each other amorously.  I filled her with the crème and  repositioned myself under Isabella's curled right leg and administered to her youthful, fleshy womb with equal passionate perforations of her cervix.   The two passed another hour entangled before my next release filled Isabella's vitals.   Finally, I lay down between them.  Together in a pile we all dosed off satisfied.  

The sun had just set when we rose from the ottoman refreshed and satisfied.  Following dressing and replacing the rings on Señora Cortez we entering the common room to get refreshment and sustenance, there we met Suzanna and Clarita discussing the afternoon's ride.  Springing to her feet, Clarita almost knocked the drinks off the table as she embraced me and reached up to kiss my face.  She pronounced the horses name to be Sandi Blizzard  and thanked me with strokes and gropes of my well used phallus.  Squeezing my middle tightly with her arms she asked me if I had had fun, then affirmed that she had had a wonderful time riding the white Arabian for miles along the beach.  Isabella answered her question with an immediate affirmation about how the papá had had a wonderful time begetting the two women their first children.  Not quite accustomed to the ways of the house, Señora Cortez blushed lightly as Isabella went on describing the penetrative pleasures I had offered them while she had the pleasure of fantastic cunnilingus from the matrimonially committed guest.  Suzanna winked at me and stated that she had taken care of my request with Joel, who was expecting me after closing the public house. 

Taking our seats on the sofas, we enjoyed our traditionally light evening meal, which was accompanied by the chatter of all the jovial women with brief punctuations of passionate affection for each other.  All manner of things were discussed from the expected new child of the blacksmith to the current political climate of Mexico City, which inevitably affected regional politics on the entire Baja peninsula.  At some point along disorderly path of the conversations, Marie-Louise, Pilar, and Clara joined us in the common room to eat.  Clara sat next to me and patted my thigh seductively as she ate, drank, and chatted whilst eyeing me obliquely off and on.  Unobserved by the others her hand made its way to my resting implement as it hung between my open legs beneath the caftan.  Leaning on my shoulder affectionately, with the stiff flesh being nuzzled in her hand, she whispered in my ear that Angela was waiting for me in the tower room.  It was a single large, square room built some twelve feet above the roof of the house, which had been built up with three floors already.  I had paid for this addition also, as a special room with an all around view, when I had purchased the ten hectares or twenty-five acres that now formed the Seer's property.  I had gifted this land to Eugenia and Clara after having earned my fist quarter million from the sales of my book the second year in Mexico.   

On my way past the three floors of the house, climbing steeply to the tower room, I recalled that time when Clara, Eugenia, Flores-Luz, and Norma had been the only permanent residents of the house.  After having spent a year with Clara and Eugenia writing my fist two books, I had bought the little house that was roughly one hundred fifty kilometers north, in a little secluded village on the Pacific Ocean.  At that same time, I had given the Seer thirty five thousand pesos as a thank you gift.  They had refused my gift three times, but I had been insistent.  They finally accepted it and asked me to stay another year.  I had declined the offer, but promised to keep coming every new moon for a few days of lovemaking.  Eugenia had seen the unexpected popularity of my books, but had said nothing about any visions associated with the unexpected heights of their financial success.  

The following year I had been taken aback by the arrival of three checks that had come quarterly in ever-increasing amounts.  During that year, I had traveled extensively giving talks and readings throughout the U.S., Canada, Europe, and Australia, but had still written two more books despite the tours.  With the check of the last quarter, I had bought the nine lots surrounding the Seer's beachfront house that totaled ten hectares, and had the structures demolished.  In addition I had given the tower room, had the orchard planted with young trees, a  well put in, the corral built and the fencing put up around the grounds and within for the pastures and gardens.  That had also been when I gave myself the old blue Morgan, new at the time.  I had gifted the Seers thirty percent of all my earnings every year after that, either in equipment, staff wages and benefits or direct deposits into their private accounts.

When Eugenia had stood in her new room for the first time she had said that she had known that I would take care of them better than either a  son or a husband, but that she had not wanted to make me feel the pressure by telling me beforehand.  While she had stood, leaning over the window sill, she had asked me to come and make love to her again.  Eugenia and I had stood there, looking out over the village with our garbs raised, rocking rhythmically in tender unison.  Now the room was well furnished with musical instruments, chaises, and large pillows.  I found Angela lying on one of these large pillows without her gown, when I entered the tower room after leaving Clara's fondling hand.  

Angela waited for me patiently without saying a word to me in audible speech, but with her lips partly open and a diabolical smile on her face, luminescent eyes, and her thighs slightly parted, the desire was unmistakable.  I disrobed and lay on the large pillow with her sex appeal reaching for my body with sharp talons gleaming with the dew of lust, and draped my arm over her waist as I drew nearer to her charms.  With a twitch of her lip and an opening smile she affirmed, "You do not get away from me that easily, do you think?"  I had to agree with her although I did not follow her train of thought yet, since I had no intention of circumventing another chance to infuse her nook again.  I  looked on inquisitively at her dark eyes  as my hands began to stroke her torso.  She scowled playfully then took hold of my head forcefully with both hands and kissed me.  She informed me that she had discovered my planned rendezvous at Joel's bar, tomorrow morning from asking Suzanna where she had gone in the middle of the day, upon seeing her returning with a broad grin and her attire is slight disarray.  She said that I would have to talk Caesar, her regular man lover in town, into the team performance that I was giving Suzanna that night.  It seemed that the cowgirl had left out that Clarita was the main act for our double penetration.    

Caesar was a youngish tall man with curly brown hair that worked as a cheese maker at a local dairy.  For years, he had been transforming the excess goat milk from the Seer's herd into Chèvre.  Caesar and Angela had met accidentally one day at the office of the dairy.  He had asked her to a movie that had turned into dinner, and then into a long-standing romance.  He kept asking her to marry him every year or so and had even brought her a ring once.  She always refused on the grounds of the large age difference with Angela being nearly twenty years older.  For me, Caesar was a good hard working man that would make an excellent husband and father for any willing woman.  He was very dedicated to Angela and had always been a good boy when younger.  I wondered how he would take Angela's maternity and how I would talk the straight laced Caesar into such uncharacteristic behavior as non-private sex with Angela while another man sodomized her.  The question was now particularly difficult since I was now the father of Angela's child.

Kissing her lips warmly I wanted to give her what she wanted, but did not know how to begin arranging such a corruption of the young, committed lover.  She broke into my  thoughts and told me in a whisper that Caesar had been looking forward to her getting pregnant for a couple of years now, therefore she would pave the way by claiming the child was his.  In his happiness at the news of being the father of her child, she would easily plant the idea of sharing her with me and other lovers, in his mind for realization after the baby had come forth.  In this way, she would eventually be able to induct Caesar into life at the Seers' as a regular visitor with privileges to love all the resident women at their beckoning.  With that chemistry in place between them, I would soon have a way to bring Caesar's ideas round to Angela's orgiastic desires.  I had always found him amenable to most suggestions and willing to please, especially when Angela was involved.

We moved on as if in a love haze on the pillow.  Our hands wandered and entangled around each other as our tongues danced together in the raised room.  Our attentions were completely engrossed in each other's bodily pleasures and excitation.  As we frolicked, our bodies realigned into various contortions, enjoying the other orally whilst accepting the stimulation from the other.  After cunnilingus my attention shifted to rimming and finally she mounted my  love organ while I lay on my back with my feet  folded beneath me acting as springs for her weight over me on the thick cushion.  I reached up to her with both hands and stoked her tummy and breasts with one hand while stimulating her unhooded clitoris with the other.  A few minutes later, shudders, and jerky convulsions took over her whole body as the vaginal walls constricted around my engorged penetration of Angela's groin with the throbbing cap pushed tight against the cervix, leading into her fecund uterus.  With concentration, I contained myself knowing that a larger delivery of semen would result later.

Taking one of her legs in my hand, I raised her ankle to rest on my shoulder where I lay.  Still set deeply in her womb I pushed my self up into a kneeling position and rotate her onto the other knee while supporting her body in my arm.   While holding her raised leg and embracing her body I began to thrust at a slow metered pace.  I could feel through her body's quaking that I had located the sensitive spot once again on the near side of her cervix.  With each insertion, I touched it provoking ever-stronger orgasmic reflexes.  She arched away, bowed into me, jerked her shoulders and head, rolled her eyes, and quivered constantly.  Her hip finally slipped from my grasp as it shifted with a sudden jerk of her body and I passed in through her cervix for the first time in years.  As it cinched around my erect penetration my contracting testicles filled her womb with my love potion.

I dismounted her while supporting her flaccid body and rolled her onto her tummy over the edge of the large pillow.  Supporting her head and shoulders, I pulled a smaller pillow close and set her torso and head upon it.  Squeezing the large pillow between my feet, I raised her rump higher and draped her legs over the other side.  Angela's body was limply slung over the two pillows with her rump raised to the height of my hip while kneeling.  Holding her firmly with one arm around her waist to support her I entered into her bowels with a long and slow forward movement into the pillow with my knees.  As my length penetrate her rear she let out a loud groan followed by the endearment, "Oh you wonderful papá."  With a slowly increasing pace I sank in and pulled out three quarters of my length with each stoke, as she had been the happy recipient of my sodomizing tool countless times before.  My supporting arm inserted two fingers through her labia while I caressed the bottom I was sodomizing with the free hand.  Each stroke after that sent her swollen labia burbling and enveloping my exciting fingers.    

I could feel her mild orgasmic jerking as we danced our dance of old lovers.  As the light of the sun began to wane, I raised her to rest upon a pad on the west facing, glassless, windowsill.  While we watched the sun set, I continued to love her beautiful, broad, and dark rear passage.  When the  sun  had finally sunk over the horizon Suzanna and  Clarita came in together to announce that we were expected to arrive at Joel's  as the fist sliver of the new moon rose at midnight .  That way we would be inside before he closed the café at one in the morning.  We would also have time to enjoy some drinks.  I knew that Suzanna was looking forward to enjoying at least one of Joel's intoxicated tardy patrons, without having to go through introductory ceremonies with them due to the drunkenness.  She was very fond of surprising some hapless man or woman with an erotic hour in the back rooms and leavening them to wonder about the reality of their memory as they passed Suzanna on the street some day in the future.  

Dressed in the Turquoise and Rose, silk robe, that Clarita gave me, I made my way down the long flights of steps with Angela snuggling cozily in my arm.  I put Angela to bed with a warm mint and chamomile tea in her belly and tucked her in with a kiss.  I returned to my room where I met Suzanna and Clarita.  Lying together in a heap of exposed flesh, we dosed off to awake to the dim light of the new moon just before midnight.  Several hours later Clarita awoke us both with a shower of kisses.  Having tied the silk ribbon of my robe around my waist, sealing the robe shut, I stepped into my wooden sandals and set off with the Suzanna and Clarita in short summer dresses with over sized half sleeves and low cut necklines.  Suzanna's mammoth hips and bottom were well accented as her dress spread behind her revealing more of her powerful thighs and shoulders than would be normally expected to show on other women.  Clarita's swelling breasts protruded provocatively while the rest of the dress conformed neatly to her youthful feminine figure accenting her broadening hips and shapely thin legs.

Upon entering, the now comparatively quiet café, and all fell silent between the few guests as their attention was taken first by Joel's enthusiastic greeting to us, and then the unusual attire we had donned for our lark.  I observed the few women present, including Esmeralda, scanning me carefully with renewed desire.  A few of the men  whistled  or hooted as the two attractive females made their way through the main room to the hall way, in their dramatic dresses.  We walked through to a private room furnished with two large wood table surrounded by four comfortably upholstered bench seats each.  Joel brought us three drinks each and a round for himself and left.   

Esmeralda came in soon with four more drinks and looked at us inquisitively as she set them down.  I stood up as she reached over the table and held her by her soft, alluring, fat arm.  Esmeralda seemed to stop in time at my touch as I gazed adoringly into her glittering eyes.  Leaning gently with my head touching hers I spoke quietly into her ear to charm her into fornication in the cellar, so I whispered her queries into her ear.  "You are curious.  You want to know.  You want to understand.  You want to have.  You want my flesh."  She nodded slowly as her eyes blinked rapidly and flickered over the faces of my two smiling companions as a part of her mind perceived that they knew full well what she was looking forward to relishing.  Whispering again I added, "You will take me were you are not seen.  You will touch and when you feel you will know.  Then you will follow but not find until the next moon brings you to me again."

A middle-aged man in an old suit stumbled by the entrance on the way to the washroom.  Suzanna was up and out into the murk of the ill-lit corridor in a flash.  Esmeralda seemed almost unaware of Suzanna leaving as if in a trance.  She took my hand in hers and led me down the hall to the last door.  We descended some steps into the dark cellar in which we had copulated only a few nights before.  I took the soft plump young woman into my arms and held her in a close embrace.  Kissing her between whispering sweet nothings into her ears, I unzipped the back of her dress and let it fall to the ground.  Drawing her forward she stepped out of her slippers and her fallen dress.    

She found the drawstring of my robe and untied it with a swift and deliberate movement full of hunger for connection.  With constant kissing and caressing by my hands, I wove my self down her body to her feet.  As I kissed her toes, Esmeralda leaned over a wood cask full of some strong beverage.  With her thighs supported on my shoulders, I grew in intensity from kissing her labia to sucking then licking her dampening and swelling pussy.  I was glad we had closed the heavy wood door to the under ground cellar as she screamed when she climaxed after I took her clitoris in my lips.  I could feel the flush of blood in her skin, as she got hot to the touch and began to sweat profusely.  Leaving her to rest atop the low cask, I found our clothes and bundled them into a pillow.  With the bundle pillow atop another full, low cask, I shoved the two casks  together and placed her head  on the makeshift pillow.   

I entered Esmeralda's belly and embraced her again as we kissed, linked by a jabbing bridge of flesh.  With a wanton longing filling her, her kisses became lingering and wet as she delved in my mouth and suckled my probing tongue.  I began to thrust into her belly as my kisses traveled down the nape of her neck to her large full breasts jiggling with the invasions of her fleshy abdomen.  When her nipples swelled to attention in my lips she began to quake lustily.  I lowered one hand to her clitoris while suckling her nipples and felt her give way to a violent convulsive orgasm accompanied by a jubilant scream.  I had to hold her in my hands and support the cask with my knees, as she jerked and was racked by spasms.  I pulled her body up to sit atop the cask's edge with my penetrating flesh still in her womb.  With a twinkling in her eyes, she kissed me lengthily then asked me, "What else?"  I took her up in my arms and she kept her arms around my neck as we walked around the cellar together.  

Eventually I found the shadow of an old tapestry handing on the wall opposite the little window.  I set her back against it and held her hips against the wall with my weight as I supported her legs on my arms and those voluptuous buttocks in my hands.  I began to raise and lower her on the tapestry letting her weight thrust me ever deeper into her belly.  I could feel her nectar running down both our legs and coating my smooth scrotal sacks.  We had been coupled at the tapestry for some time when her watch alarm signaled a quarter to one.  

Distractedly Esmeralda said that she would be excused from having to close tonight since Joel never kept her so filled and oozing with carnal pleasure.  When he wanted her in the kitchen, she said that it was the cook that was needed in the kitchen, but that Joel insisted on cooking his sausage in her pot instead.  Apparently, the cook's pot was full from cooking his breakfast sausage.  I laughed with her giggling in my arms.  I told her that we were good friends but that I would not tell him anything about it.  With her quivering breasts enveloping my face I told her I wanted her tail on the steps before she left for the night.  I let her off my hook and we paced lazily to the five steps that led up into the corridor.  She kissed me gently and asked me to visit her in her room whenever I was in town before lowering her hands onto the third step and offering herself with a jiggle.  Very pleased with her request, I promised her my favors and plunged into her soft, fleshy back gate.  


While I rose and fell through her anal sphincter, I massaged her well-padded, broad back and ran my fingers caressingly over every part of her flesh I could reach.  Eventually I let my love juices fill her bowels.  I helped her back into her dress and told her to keep the back door to the house unlocked and her room slightly ajar, as I would visit her later in the night.  With a cheerful giggle and a lingering kiss she climbed the steps into the hall way, entered the kitchen and exited into the house that Joel provided in the back for his five employees.  These included two chubby cooks, one twenty and one fifty-two, both with short black hair.  In addition there was Carmen, the obese, well-tanned morning and afternoon server, Sara, the elderly full figured baker and confectioner, and her youngest grand daughter, Lola who was doing a bit of everything to learn the business.  Joel was trying to talk his oldest son of nineteen into taking the lovely seventeen-year-old Lola to wife.  What neither father nor son knew was that the young girl was enjoying both the father and the son's sex when each was available.  The two rotated alternating shifts every couple of weeks.  Lola and her slightly older friend Carmen were also frequent visitors to the Seer's house as Lola had grown up best friends with the mischievous Clarita.

Dressed in my open robe I made my way into the back room again where I discovered Suzanna still bouncing merrily on the drunken man's semi erection with her breasts slapping his face with each bounce on one table.  Next to  them Clarita had Joel on a bench with his feet upon the  table top barefoot with his trousers halfway down his legs  while she vigorously caressed his balls in her hand and massaged his organ in her lips.  I could see that the trouble was that Joel was partly drunk too.  I asked her sympathetically if he had given her his cream yet and she looked at me with a look of frustration before answering.  After five minutes of her mounting his hardness he had filled her and gone limp with the effects of the alcohol still inhibiting him.   She had been trying to suck him back to life for almost forty minutes.   

I told her not to worry since it could be fixed.  I had Suzanna take a break from the flaccid drunk to help me haul Joel onto the table.  With his body on the wood surface and his legs dangling I told Clarita to put her finger in his anus and stroke the bulbous fleshiness of his prostrate when she was ready for his stiffness to return.   Suzanna went into the kitchen and returned with a pitcher full of icy water.  When Clarita had knelt over his member and was ready, Suzanna drenched Joel's head and chest with the icy water waking him with a burbling start.  Clarita had timed her penetration well, making the waking Joel's penis rise quickly as he sputtered with wide eyes at the young woman that wanted his penis.  Suzanna, who was well accustomed to enjoying Joel's unusual length, kissed him and reminded him that the fool on the table had a young birthday girl to screw.  While Suzanna still held his attention, Clarita sank onto his extended phallus drawing a sudden deep breath from the bar owner as he popped through her cervix and set her bellowing with delight.

Clarita began to raise and lower her hips with the use of her squatting legs, driving his long hard penis into her womb and well past the cervix as she leaned over to rest her face on his muscular dark and wet chest.  As they settled into a rhythm, I could see from his expression that the birthday girl was milking him vigorously with vaginal and cervical contractions.  Joel lolled his head from side to side and rolled his eyes into his head whilst subjected to her energetic exploits and subjugation of the older man to her concupiscence.  I took my beloved place behind Clarita and took her soft bottom in my hands as she settled onto Joel's hip to allow the second penetration.  She stopped moving and held his prick tightly in her cervix as I entered her waiting bottom with my blood filled, penetrative, fleshy love pipe.  With Joel nearly inert with his drink, I set the pace of her rise and fall on his prick, as I thrust mine into her constricting, firm butt.  I felt the tremors in both her body and his as my testicles slapped Joel's erection and my hips slapped Clarita's scintillating jiggling buttocks with a very deep rectum.  

Suzanna kept Joel's mouth busy first with her kisses then with her wet vaginal lips.  It took us about a quarter of an hour to force Joel to ejaculate a second time into Clarita.  As soon as his orgasm ceased his head fell back and the man was asleep with his erection still inside the girl who I continued to bounce.  It took us nearly another half hour to force my orgasm inside her youthful bum.  Fortunately, Suzanna's drunk catch was awake by the time I was pulling out of Clarita, and he was staring at us wide eyed.  He was still somewhat drunk, but had his hairy erection in his hands and was busy playing with it as he gazed at the pert female youth being penetrated by two inflated male shafts.  The semi-aware man lay atop the other table in the same position as Joel who was sound asleep.  Suzanna ceased his tool and pressed it between her spreading buttocks after climbing onto the table with her back to the man's face.  

Clarita took his face in her small soft hands and told him to not worry, both she and the big girl would ride him, and then he would sleep like a baby after fornicating with them both.  Suzanna settled down with his member firmly in her bowels, and then waited for me to penetrate her vaginally from atop the table.  I pumped her with my love spear for a good long time before Clarita kissed her longingly as a plea to switch places.  Suzanna obliged happily and added that she wanted me in her rear again before leaving.  The girl took up the same position atop the table with the drunk's hard prick deep in between her butt cheeks.  I mounted the girl driving deep into her belly and past her cervix, sending her into ecstatic pleasure within minutes.  Suzanna entertained herself kissing Clarita's oscillating full breasts as I penetrated the girl repeatedly driving the tool in her bottom deeper each time I pushed her body down onto the drunk's.  I stopped abruptly when I felt the drunk's testicles whittling from the exploding semen, as his body shook from his climax.  He groaned loudly as his cream rushed into her bowels.  Like Joel, he too passed out atop the table.

Leaving the two men where they were, I led the way into the  cellar I had been in  before with the full figured Esmeralda,   Clarita and Suzanna each leaned over one of the barrels I had pushed together  earlier with their hips touching.  They kissed each other lovingly and fondled each other's breasts as I reentered Suzanna's broad ass with a powerful push deep into her back end.  For three quarter of an hour, I aggressively pushed my erection into her body while I thrust my fingers past Clarita's anus more gently.  When I finally emptied my minimal load into her bowels, I moved to embed my love stick in the animated bottom of the birthday girl, while inserting my other hand's fingers into Suzanna's fluid filled rectum.  With my fingers busy, I extended a thumb to stimulate Suzanna's swollen labia.  When they had each had enough loving they put on their dresses and walked back in each other's arms to the Seer's house to share a bed.  

I followed the path that the now sleeping Esmeralda had taken into the house.  While making my way down the hall of the second floor I discovered a naked Carmen, exiting her room to find the bath.  I had not realized it was already past four in the morning.  Carmen was an early riser.  Finding my robe open and the erect member swaying energetically in her direction she took it firmly and told me to follow her.  I would have to keep my promise to Esmeralda later, but this was no trouble, as she did not rise until after the tenth hour.  The bouncing and quivering body of Carmen led me to the bath to shower much like I had seen Suzanna lead the Billy goats to mount the yews in heat, by the horns, into the birthing stockade.
 
Quinceanera 

Carmen was in a lot of ways like Clarita, finely built with slender, delicate hands, long dark hair and pronounced breasts that filled her dresses even more than her large body.  She had once had long slender legs like Clarita, but like the rest of her large body, they had filled and become quite round.  Despite the physical changes, I still found her radiant and irresistible.  We had first met when Clarita had invited Lola and a friend to have games at the house.  I had been visiting, as I did monthly when Clara had brought the three shamefaced girls and two boys from the corral, where Clara had discovered Lola and Clarita watching Carmen, then, fifteen already, with one boy's erection in her belly and the other's in her mouth.  Clara had asked Angela and Pilar to keep watch over the four that waited in the common room while Clara and I had a talk with each one of them.  One boy had been sixteen, and his younger brother had been twelve.   

We had Angela take the two boys home, and Pilar take Lola home.  Clarita had been sent to her room with Suzanna to commiserate with her.  We had asked Carmen what she had been planning with three under aged companions in the corral after giving her the talk.  She honestly admitted that she had told them that she had been getting sex from the older brother for a few days since his sixteenth birthday party and had mentioned it to Lola.  Lola had asked if she could watch and she and Carlos both thought it would be fun.  Carlos had brought his brother since Lola was going to be present.  However, he had been too embarrassed so Carmen had taken him into her mouth to raise his courage.  Two months later the family of the boys had moved away without leaving a forwarding address.

Clara, having heard her story told her that all she needed if she wanted to have sex was to come to the house on every new moon.  Following her decree to the wanton Carmen Clara began to kiss her and caress her young body.  Catching my hand, she had pulled me into the amorous fray.  I had soon discovered my rapidly swelling and lengthening organ being caressed by Carmen's tongue.  I had drunk the honey that flowed from Clara's stimulated slit as she had consumed Carmen's.  We had traded places with each other's body parts several times that afternoon while having oral sex.  

Eventually, Clara departed to prepare that evening's ceremonies leaving me to enjoy the lusty Carmen.  I had mounted her broad hips like an elk in the rut on that first meeting.  Coupled in her  generative organ I plunged into her desirous belly as she lay  on her back upon the long ottoman until I felt her climax the third time.  Instructing her to turn onto her belly with her knees on the rug, I had driven into her luscious womb again.  Once more, I drove my implement of love into her until she had endured a third height of pleasure.  With such a round bottomed beauty before me, I asked her if she wanted more of my loving attentions.  Between heaving breaths, she had asked me to have her again and keep me with her.  

This time I had pierced her bottom.  While I buggered her with my love, I told her that she could stay with me at my work house until she found a man to have her or employment.   I rode her bottom for an hour, until I had to release her to join the ceremony.  I had enjoyed her body all that night after the seeing as well.  She had spent part of the next day impaled on my tool and then departed with me to my workhouse, accompanying me on my bus trip, which made the perceptive driver grin broadly at us when we boarded and disembarked.  He had also been the beneficiary of a five hundred peso tip on that occasion, seeing that I purchased two one-way fares that time.  For those two years early in Paula's contract Carmen had assisted Paula in most of her duties and consumed enormous quantities if home cooked food while I was occupied with work.  Every time I showered, rested, traveled or was not otherwise occupied she had been entangled with me somehow, most often with her bottom caught on my hook, piercing her bottom.

After lathering each other liberally that morning, I had entered her great bum as she had reached down to pick up the fallen soap.  With Carmen caught upon my hook I fished inside her lovingly while I stroked her huggable body.  She was what I always told her, cuddly and lovable.  I had never passed up a chance to sodomize her, particularly since she enjoyed it more than copulating.  We remained hooked hard rod to bottom until there was a knock on the bath door.  We quickly dried off and hurried back to her room where I impaled her bottom again as she knelt on the bed.  With my arms wrapped around her great softness, I reached between the folds to find her engorged clitoris.  I stoked it as I rode her bottom bringing her quickly to a state of quivering, all over as her corpus while her sphincter muscle had spasms around my penetration.  Afterward we lay together on our sides while I gave her more orgasmic spasms with my tongue and lips and she gorged herself on my penetrative organ.

I left her room with my robe in my hand and walked down the corridor until I found the open door into Esmeralda's chamber.  I crept in silently and closed the door behind me with a soft click.  I saw Esmeralda's rounded body naked again, lying on her bed.  I caressed her shapely tender body as I lay down next to her and spooned her.  After caressing her gently for some time, I fell asleep with her in my lithe, pileous arms.  A few hours later Esmeralda woke me while she rubbed my organ between her thighs still in the cuddling spoon position of earlier.  While I enjoyed her kneading thighs massaging my caught protuberance, I stroked and caressed her body, and fondled her breasts while kissing her neck, back and shoulders.  It was a quarter to eleven when she had woken me.  As Saturday was her day off when Lola took her role as the afternoon and evening server, we lolled on her bed caressing and playing for a few hours unhurriedly.   

A couple of hours after much kissing and fondling Esmeralda raised her upper thigh and placed me at her opening, grasping my slippery stiffness his her warm, soft hand.  I entered her luscious belly once more with deliberate, leisurely facility.  With a slow rhythm I pumped my flesh into her while still showering her back with kisses and stroking her body.  This pretty young woman had whittled away at my endurance for two hours while we had cuddled and played.  As a result of her efforts, half an hour later I filled her womb with my love potion.  She asked me to stay where I was embedded within her, and to continue to cuddle her lush form.  Some twenty minutes later, I felt her passing back into the land of dreams with me still inside her.  Two hours later, we both awoke again.  I realized that I had missed the house lunch, but that preoccupation passed quickly as I tended to the more important reality of Esmeralda's arousing body in my arms.  She turned onto her other side to face me and we kissed nose to nose while embraced in each other's arms.  

The continued cuddling and caressing quickly transformed into improved exploratory kisses and into the bestowing of oral pleasures.  I could taste my insemination mingled with her honey as I indulged in her inflamed generative opening.  I was increasingly aroused by her oral caresses as I felt myself engorging in between her sultry lips.  Our hands began to wander ever-greater distances over the other lover's figure, as the heat rose within us to a crescendo.  When her secretions were finally flowing down and over my pleasure-giving trap, I took her exposed clitoris into my adoring lips.  She immediately began to thrash as climax after climax passed through her body like a series of strong electric currents traversing a lightning rod in an open field beneath a dark and thunderous sky.  I let her subside into perspiring tranquility once my stimulation ceases, while I just let my body touch hers placidly.  As she recovered from the aroused convulsions, she asked me to give her my love once more with a croaking, overwhelmed tone in her voice I had not heard in quite some time.  

Happy to oblige Esmeralda with continued gratification, I circled the bed to where her attractive rump hung over the edge of the mattress in unmoving limpness.  I lay my hands on her tempting bottom and smoothly ran my hands to the crater bellow her buttocks.  Parting her without raising her leg, as she lay on her side, I entered her womb, yet again bringing forth moans, groans, and whimpers of satisfied bliss.  My hands wandered over her legs and body as we copulated amorously where she lay askance upon the mattress.  For over an hour, I humped her delicious plumpness.  Eventually my desire for her behind filled my cup of lust to overflow its brim.  I pulled out and reentered her snug aft-aperture.  With an exclamation of pleased surprise, Esmeralda indicated that she had been look forward to that stuffing penetration all morning.  Daring me with my endurance, she asked me to sodomize her for an hour before spilling my germ.  I failed her challenge, sabotaged by her seductions.  I could not endure her tempting, comfortable bottom; I exploded my essence into her back end hearing her ecstatic giggles of victorious delight.  

We finally dressed ourselves and went down to the kitchen to have some brunch, where we met Sara preparing more dough for the establishment in the kitchen of the house.  She gave us both mischievous knowing looks and smiled broadly, as she served some warm fresh rolls that had been well buttered with a cup of coffee each.  After eating, we went on a walk and ended up in the orchard of the Seer's complex, sitting under a guava tree as we talked and exchanged doting touches.  Under cover of the tree from the searing sun, she snuggled closer into my arms and we began kissing again.  Unfortunately, the time had come for her to go back to the café, so we parted ways with her swearing to catch me again in her net upon my next visit with the following new moon.  I made my way to the common room to get more refreshment and lay in a hammock hanging in the beachfront porch, watching the sunset over the rolling waves of the Pacific Ocean.

I had dosed in the closely woven, soft cotton hammock for some time when Angela came to wake me.  She  put her hand on me and proceeded to arouse  me  into  an  erection through my robe  while she  told me that the preparations for the festivities  on Sunday were complete.  I learned that the politician's wife had left after breakfast and that a group of four women from Atlanta was expected to arrive tomorrow night from Cabo San Lucas.  Angela knelt by the hammock and enjoyed me in her lips for a few minutes, before telling me that she knew that I would keep the birthday girl company tonight, but that the two cooks had been asking for me in the kitchens.  I stood and kissed Angela wantonly for some time while my hand stimulated her slit beneath the short raised dress.  We walked together through the large house until I found the piano bench just outside the music room near the steps that led down to the enormous kitchen in the basement.  With Angela leaning over it, I pushed into and loved her sodden, sweltering hot channel for some time.  When we unlocked from being joined with each other, I walked downward into the kitchen, leaving a damp trail of drippings between my feet.

Marie-Louise and Amelia were quick to undo and let fall the dresses they each wore beneath the large aprons.  I put their dresses with my gown on a dry shelf and returned to love the cooks as they leaned with their aprons over the various confections, bread rolls and meringues they were decorating and completing for the feast.   Once all the finishing touches were complete, Amelia walked to the  large  refrigerator where the chilled cakes and other deserts would set until the party on Sunday while I pushed the bulging cap of my pendulous organ past the sphincter of the Chef.  With her body bent and leaning onto the large prep table, we both began to thrust into each other, forcing my testicles to bounce uncomfortably on the Chef's behind.  This went on for some time until I took the long limbed blond with green eyes up into my arms and took her away with Amelia in my wake, to a hammock beneath a guava and mango tree in the orchard.  Before entering Marie-Louise, Amelia insisted on rendering me more fit with a brief session of fellatio.  Through the mesh of the hammock, I entered the Chef's blossom that waited open, puffy, and covered with love dew for another penetration.  While holding the hammock to keep it from swinging too far I rocked the flushed and satisfied blond Chef, impaling her body repeatedly until the heat within her attractive body released in a wet gush that coated my tool and testicles.

Marie-Louise simply turned herself onto her side in the hammock after her release to observe the lascivious Amelia take the sopping rod into her jaws with bold liberty and delight.  Now that she lay with the crack of her bum pressed against the mesh, I had easy access to stimulate her anus and her crack with a hand while stroking the head and face of the wanton Amelia with the other.  As she raised her head and then lowered it I slipped my fingers in between the buns to bugger and masturbate Marie-Louise through the mesh of the hammock into a smashing buildup of arousal.  It took quite some time for Amelia to draw into her lips the liquid that she sought after, after which I mounted her like a dog with a bitch in heat to the cheering encouragement from the Chef.  Locked together in this way, we danced together late into the night, switching between cooks at intervals, until Clarita came to get me from my entanglement in the orchard for