God, chance, coincidence and choreography

God, coincidence, chance and choreography - A short story by Jacques
Boncoeur Foreword Warning, these words aren't really written for you,
they're written for me. They're written in order for me to better
understand the events that occurred and my feelings, when I witnessed
them. I recognise that as a first hand witness for me, these events are
evidence. For you, they are merely hearsay and you must place your
belief or disbelief where you may. If you're looking to get your rocks
of quickly with explicit sex from the word go, then I suggest you move
on to another story. I re-iterate these are my words, my story not
yours and I'll tell it how I please. 

Even when collating ones memories you are confronted by stereotypes,
words that are accurate but don't really translate accurately! When
posting these memories on this site I'm forced to place them in handy
compartments. Handy for the reader maybe, but these compartments aren't
really accurate, even for reference. For instance, this story is about
my wife Susan and she is certainly, loving. But we all know that
‘loving wives' isn't really an accurate description of this
‘compartment'. In this context it's better translated to ‘slut wives'.
But by any definition Susan isn't a slut. The story contains adultery,
cuckolding and I suppose betrayal, and by definition these words are
accurate. But surely, in order to define them accurately, you have to
make value judgements. That's where stereotypes lead you into further
inaccuracy. 

Adultery can really only be defined by conventional marriage and neither
Susan's or my own beliefs or values can be considered conventional.
This means that ‘betrayal' must now be examined in a different light. I
don't think any of the main actors thought that they had betrayed and
even though I experienced many different emotions and feelings,
betraying or betrayal was not one of them 

Cuckolding, on a site like this is a major stereotype. I can imagine our
puritan, anonymous friends rubbing their hands with glee when they
imagine another wimpy patsy, slithering around behind his slut wife in
order to clean up the latest cream pie left by her dominant lover or
lovers, who almost by definition have eighteen inch cocks, are black
and will whore them out immediately the ‘team' lose interest in them.
I'm not afraid to say, go fuck yourselves. Neither I, nor this story
fits that stereotype and if that's your kick, go read something else, I
don't give a shit! 

So,  in order to be accurate and for you to have any understanding of
the feelings I experienced, I have to revert to stereotypical erotic
story format and explain a little about the main actors in my play and
the background upon which it is set. 

Chapter 1 

I'm Rob, and at the time of first writing, I'm 33. I had a conventional
childhood, went to Sunday School, and was studious but sporty
throughout my life. Got my ‘O' and ‘A' levels and went to University
medical school both at Graduate and Post Graduate level. I had
girlfriends and those that allowed my I fucked rigorously.  I have I
suppose, a slightly above average sized cock in both dimensions, which
to date has never failed to reach a minimum standard both to me and I
believe the partners that it has serviced. 

I don't want to portray myself as a saint but my life long standard has
been to treat others as I would like to be treated. Therefore, I've
never been a bully, a braggart or I hope a bore. I admit I had a temper
when I was younger and I had fights. Some I won, some I lost but I
never fought dirty and I can't ever remember holding a grudge. I never
fucked a girl I didn't care about and although like most lads of my
generation I knew little about sex, I was intelligent enough to ask the
girl I was with what she wanted, fortunately most of them were older
than me, so when if found the key I tried to open the box and fill it
to their hearts desire. Consequently, when I met Susan, at University,
me as a post-graduate student doing my final couple of years attached
to the University Hospital and Susan, in her final year studying Law, I
not only fell immediately in love with her but managed to quickly
convince her that I was going to be her future husband. 

It seems unbelievable considering what university life was like back
then but it took me a week to get her to kiss me. Fortunately, I had
become a really good kisser. Lots of dedicated training. It took me a
fortnight to get inside her bra and knickers and my goodness was it
worth the effort. Her tits were gorgeous with pretty pink nipples that
stood out like bullets when I squeezed, kissed and sucked them. I
thought that having taken two weeks of kissing before claiming her tits
that a fuck was years away but life is a conundrum and I had struck
gold as Susan had a connective and super conductive highway between her
tits and cunt. Half an hour of tit play and several very vocal orgasms
later, I had her panties in my hand and I was taking my first look and
soon my first touch of her luscious almost black bush of pubic hair. As
dense as it was, it couldn't hide her already parted and visibly
dripping cunt lips. I couldn't just play with it, I had to worship it.
I think that my sudden stillness and from the stunned look on my face
that she must of thought that she was deformed. I sat back on my heels
and for several seconds I was transfixed.  "Darling", she uttered and
looked at me with a worried frown. This brought me back down to earth
and shouting, ‘eureka', I quickly buried my face into her slick
opening. Her cunt tasted like heaven and I licked it and caressed it
for hours, causing her almost continuous orgasms, before I did the
‘deed'. I almost called it the ‘dirty deed' but it was anything but
dirty. I treated her cunt as though I was at an altar. I can remember
the fear in her eyes when she saw the size of my erection. But suddenly
she looked up at my face and saw the adoration and the fear turned to a
smile. "Will I really be able to take all of that inside me?" 

It took me an hour to penetrate her fully. She really was a virgin. I
know its hard to believe but its true. I really loved this woman and I
already knew that this cunt was the only one that I would desire for
the remainder of my life, so I wasn't going to hurt her or it. We
thought it best if she was on top and in charge of this very delicate
operation. Who was I to complain? I had that gorgeous clit and those
magnificent tits to take care of. I left the penetration to her and
ensured that her natural juices flowed enough to take care of
lubrication. Flowed doesn't really do justice to Susan's natural
lubrication. She was a gusher and with my manipulations and her
movements of gradual penetration the plum sized end of my cock
disappeared inside those luscious lips. 

I thought I'd gone to heaven. It wasn't that I had orgasamed far from
it; I was too scared to move in fear of hurting her. No, it was the
feel of her surrounding me. I had been in quite a few cunts but I
really don't think I had ever felt what I was feeling at that moment. I
can't really describe it with justice and yet more and greater was to
come. This isn't a pun by the way. 

How her poor legs maintained her stance I don't know but it took over an
hour and tears of pain and joy before she finally settled fully on my
legs, her hands supporting herself on my chest, my balls touching her
bum and our pubic hair, mine mousy brown, hers black and glowing with
perspiration touched. In fact her whole body was glowing. Those
wonderful tits bobbing up and down as she gasped for breath. I know you
might think it impossible to keep an erection for that amount of time.
I wasn't to last long. 

"Oh my God, she croaked, I can't believe I've taken it all. I'm so full.
Hold still and give me a minute to catch my breath" 

I wasn't about to move. I knew that if I started any sort of thrusting I
just wouldn't be able to stop. 

She looked down at our joining where there was a pool of milky white
liquid laying between the junction of her thighs and bathing her
clitoris that was clearly poking out from between her lips. "Yours or
mine?" she croaked. 

"Yours I'm afraid, you're a gusher" 

"Oh my God, what do you mean?" 

"Simple really, you gush when you come and you've come a lot in the last
hour or more, I've swallowed most of it". 

She giggled, "You dirty bastard, you've deflowered me and now I'm just a
leaky slut!" 

"Yes and soon I'm going to fill your cunt full of hot sperm, make you
pregnant and you'll have to marry me". 

"Is that a proposal?" 

"Well its both a proposal and a promise. If you slide up and down on my
pole for just a few more seconds, I will fill you full of spunk. In
half an hours time when I've had time to recover, I'll lay you on your
back put your legs on my shoulders and fuck the living shit out of you,
fill you full of spunk again and I'll continue to do it until you
either agree to marry me or have to marry me. It's what decent girls do
you know?" 

"If I say yes now, will it make any difference?" 

"Not in the slightest?" 

She began to slowly lift off of my cock until we could both see the
beginnings of my helmet. She stopped and after a second she thrust down
and up, down and up, ten or fifteen times. We were both howling as we
came in unison. Well that's not true really, Susan just had short gaps
between her orgasms and it was impossible to count how many times she
had come but after my obvious and very vocal orgasm she flopped against
my chest, her tits slapping against me. I'm not sure if we both lost
consciousness but I had never come like that before. After a minute or
so she levered herself upwards and stared once more at the junction of
our meeting. Our emissions were similar in colour but still different
and mine was now flooding from her inundated cunt around my softening
cock, soaking us both and filling my belly button. She scooped some cum
up with her finger and sucked it into her mouth and then scooped up
some more and placed it into my open mouth, saying, "with this cum I
thee wed". 

Of course I still fucked her shitless. 

Chapter 2 Eight years on and nothing's changed, well everything changes
I suppose. For instance, we're eight years older and we have a seven
years and three month old little girl, Nancy. Spitting image of her
mother, lush black hair on her head but as yet no tits or pubic hair,
what do you expect? Anyway, I'm nuts about them both and life is really
good to us. We're successful and popular Susan's a part-time solicitor
and I know your going to hate this but I'm a gynaecologist.  Hell but
someone's got to do the job. 

I case you haven't got the picture by now, I'm not religious. It's not
that I couldn't believe in a God, it's not the fact that I'm a
scientist as well as a medic. It's because of the ‘shit' that this
world is in and historically, how his ‘church of whatever denomination'
has fundamentally ‘caused it, shovelled it and generally grovelled
around in it'. I can here you thinking, why is he dealing with this
now? Well, I suppose it has got to do with me explaining why I reacted
the way I did, when the following incidents occurred. 

Both Susan and I had forged some lifelong friendships, both from our
childhood and later at University. From kindergarten class I had three
best friends, Mark, Luke and you guessed it John. They were triplets
and take another leap of faith, their older brother was called, ...
you've got it, Matthew. You don't have to be a nuclear scientist to
realise that ‘Mum' was very religious. All of the family had sandy red
hair. The triplets, we all called the gospellers and they literally
lived and died together and I'm afraid that their death is one of the
reasons that my own belief took a downer. Late one evening this summer,
after doing a personal job for me at our summer house, they were
returning to my London surgery to report  progress, when an engine from
a passing Jet aircraft, decided to come loose from its mountings and
descending several thousands of feet in a matter of seconds smashed
into their van, right in the middle of no-where, miles away from any
other habitation . Nothing was ever found of their bodies, nor much of
the van. It's obvious that their mum is sure that God took them up,
personally. I'm rather more certain that several tons of fuel laden jet
engine can vaporise almost anything. Needless to say both Susan and I
and all of our friends, were devastated, particularly when you hear the
rest of my tale. But for that I need to back track about a month. 

Whilst I was still in my last year of medical school I had been lucky
enough to be left a wonderful house on the edge of Bodmin Moor by an
aunt who died after a long and full life, so there was no sense of
despair at her leaving and the ambiance of the place was plain fun and
happiness. It needed loads of work but that's what friends are for and
the ‘gospeller's', our nickname for the terrible trio were builders and
carpenters. Not just jobbing builders but craftsmen. Year after year,
as I could only afford a few weeks every summer, our whole group of
friends would meet, party and do a few jobs. 

This year around fifteen of our closest friends had met there in early
August. It was a breathtaking summer and after about ten days most of
the scheduled jobs had been done. Nancy and a couple of our friends
kids were being looked after by Susan's mum to keep them out of the way
as we had some heavy and dangerous machinery working. But, the work
done the partying began. Although the moor is a rather desolate place,
we are lucky to have a sizable wood that skirts around the western edge
of the property and supplies some shade and a wonderful habitat for
wildlife. I expect you've guessed that I'm into that sort of thing and
when I have time I love to wander the woods with my binoculars and can
spend hours looking at the birds and wildlife. 

This first afternoon of total relaxation started after we had eaten and
drunk far too much for lunch and I thought we would all crash out as it
was really hot. One of Susan's University friends Mike, had other ideas
and it seemed that most of the others were really enthusiastic when a
game of tag hide and seek was suggested. The rules were that we would
draw lots for the hunter and that the remainder would hide. The only
rule was that the hiding was limited to within a half mile of the
house. The person who had drawn the lot would hunt and tag others but
if the person caught was of the opposite sex they could first claim a
bounty as the price for capture. All those tagged would join them in
the hunt until everyone was caught or two hours had passed and anyone
remaining free after that time would be waited on by the hunted for the
whole evening. 

Lots were drawn and another of Susan's old University friends Jules,
drew the short straw. We had twenty minutes to hide and the fourteen
hunted, eight men and six women branched off separately in all
directions to find a hiding place. It was simple for me, as early in
the summer I had set up a camouflaged hide in the wood so that I could
watch the wild life without disturbing them. Within minutes after
striking of in the opposite direction I had skirted the wood and made
my way to the hide, settling in with a bottle of water and my
binoculars already set up on a stand. I think that maybe Susan had
tried to follow me but had lost me as I entered the wood. She had no
idea about the hide as she is not really interested in bird watching
and as she was barging about and making a racket I wasn't about to give
away my location.  She searched around for me but after several minutes
of looking and recognising that as time was passing, she had better
find somewhere to hide, she settled down in a little bower only yards
away from the hide completely oblivious to my nearby presence. 

Another ten minutes or so passed when I began to hear the approach of
the hunter, now by the sound of it more than one hunter. Susan had
obviously heard as well but in her excitement instead of remaining
still she was fidgeting about. I was tempted to shout at her to keep
still but I knew it would give us both away. Needless to say as the
hunters appeared, Jules and now Mike as well, they stopped nearby
listened and within seconds had discovered Susan. 

I of course remained still and silent expecting them to tag her claim a
quick kiss or maybe a feel of her tits and then continue with the
search for the remaining hunted. But suddenly my life and Susan's was
about to change. 

"Found you my little vixen. Now to have my evil way with you." Said Mike
in a dominant tone. 

"Oh no please sir, have mercy on a poor servant girl!" Susan replied
drawing her hand to her forehead in mock submissiveness. 

Mike grabbed her and to my astonishment began to kiss her roughly. 

Susan pushed him away. "Stop that Mike, what an earth do you think your
doing?" 

"I'm doing what I should have done years ago, how I ever let you go
amazes me, I must have been stupid!" 

"Mike, stop it, we're both happily married, dammit you're Nancy's
godfather." 

His dominant tone vanished. "Please Susan, just a kiss, I know you like
kissing." 

Without further ado he grabbed her and began to kiss her. She struggled
and almost broke away before Jules grabbed her by the shoulders and
held her. I was stunned and was about to rush out of the hide to aid
her, when suddenly Susan broke the kiss and whispered, "Just kisses,
promise?" 

My stomach was suddenly churning and I felt sick but I noticed, not from
disgust but from arousal. I'm not the jealous type but I'm not a wimp
either I could and maybe I should have stopped this silly episode
before it got out of hand. If I stopped it now we could have maybe
laughed it off but I didn't. 

Suddenly, while Mike was now tenderly kissing my wife, Jules hands went
around to her tits and began to caress them. Susan groaned but didn't
pull away. Gently, one by one, Jules undid the four buttons of Susan's
sun dress and only when the dress was open to the waist exposing her
white bra did he move his attention to the ties on her shoulders. With
these undone the dress simply slipped down her body and pooled around
her feet leaving her in her white bra and panties. Of course I know how
Susan reacts to kissing and I also knew that if I didn't intervene now,
and if they got their hands on her nipples, my lovely, lovely wife
would soon be an adulteress. My guts were churning, my head was aching
but I knew I wasn't going to stop them, I wanted to see her fucked. I
didn't want them to love her or, her them, I just wanted to see her
fucked. My wish was about to come true. It didn't take long. They
didn't worship her body as I do, even now when I make love to her. In
seconds her bra joined her dress on the grass beneath her feet. I said
earlier that time hadn't changed anything but I omitted to say that
Susan tits had changed from the jaunty pointed handfuls at our first
mating, to full become full and rounded, worthy of the word ‘breasts'.
No doubt caused by the year of breast feeding that both myself and
Nancy had delighted in. Her left nipple had become inverted during this
period maybe because I nursed on her too much but over the intervening
years I loved to make that little devil pop out when I brought her to a
climax just by playing with them. 

Fortunately for them, they paused to play with these bullet like
protuberances and I knew that Susan had lost any fight that she might
put up. It was now down to me or her fate was sealed. I could say that
I was too weak to act but that would be a lie. I was too strong, too
excited to act. They moved to her side and each took a nipple into
there mouths and nursed upon her. She even had the presence of mind to
support their heads as they gorged upon her teats. I looked down at the
front of her panties and saw that she had begun to gush. It was like
she had wet herself but this wasn't yellow urine, this was milky white
cunt juice. Strangely, although I was very excited and had an erection
fit to bust a nut, I never relieved myself. I didn't even release
myself from my jeans. I merely stored the tableau in my memory for
later. I knew that the human mind and imagination was far more erotic
than a video camera and I would feast on this display for the rest of
my life.  But, I still cursed myself that my camera had been left in
the house. 

Mike removed his lips from her breast and bent to pull down her soaked
panties. They didn't need to pull my lovely wife to the ground, her
strong legs that had supported her that first time, eight years before,
just gave way and they had to catch her and gently lay her on the
ground. Mike removed her panties and her legs just fell lewdly open. 

"Open your legs Susan and show us your cunt." She seemed to come out of
a daze and at first I wondered if she would realise what was happening
to her and what she was about to do. I could feel my heart thumping and
I recognised that I hoped she wouldn't stop this lewd display. 

My mouth was dry when suddenly her legs began to open wider and wider
and she displayed her cunt. There was no reason to draw the lips apart
or indeed apply any sort of lubricant. You could have put a golf ball
between her wet lips and it wouldn't have touched the sides. 

Bear in mind, I see cunts every day but Susan's was magnificent. Her
juices were actually running out over the crack of her bum and down
onto the ground. By then the lads had both stripped of their jeans and
pants. Their cocks were hard and bursting. Neither was as big as me but
I had long ago known that size is as much a disadvantage as an
advantage and it was how you used your cock that mattered. Strangely, I
realised that I didn't want them to be gentle I wanted her fucked,
raped even. Not hurt you understand but rutted. 

They only partially fulfilled my desires. There was no fingering or
kissing her cunt, Mike simply got between her wide open legs and thrust
inside, I'm not even sure she felt the two or three thrusts he made
before burying his cock in her and screaming his release. I could see
he balls flexing as he pumped his cum into my dear wife's dripping
cunt. Three or four pumps before his cum began to pour out around the
sides of his buried cock and flowed down to join the growing puddle of
mixed juices forming on the ground under her bum. I knew that both she
and I and possible even Mike were disappointed at this feeble display
but... 

Jules dragged Mike off and pulling Susan's legs over his shoulders he
rammed his cock deep into her cunt. His cock might not have been huge
but he simply reamed her out. In seconds she was howling, so much so
that Mike had to bend down and smother her mouth with his own. Jules
fucked her for going on ten minutes, never slowing his onslaught. He
must have had the staying power of a marathon runner. She wasn't
gushing anymore she was frothing. It was spurting out of her cunt like
crazy foam and towards the end as he was rushing towards his own climax
she must have passed out. He carried on fucking her limp body giving
her no quarter, before suddenly he stopped, buried his cock deep within
her and he howled himself. I'm not sure whether it was a trick of the
light but Susan hips seemed to continue the thrusting motion and Jules
screamed. "Oh my God, her cunt is actually sucking the spunk right out
of my balls," and as if on cue the cum started erupting from her cunt
much like a drain overflowing. 

I was so stunned that when I came back to my senses they had gone. I
must have been out of it for several minutes. I crawled from the hide
my legs still shaking and moved over to the spot upon which she had
been taken. It wasn't a dream, there was a large puddle of liquid on
the ground where it was yet to soak into the grass. I sat next to the
puddle for I don't know how long, my head in my hands and my mind in a
turmoil. What was I going to do or say? It's stupid I know and you are
going to find it hard to believe but I tried to scientifically analyse
what had happened and how I felt about it. Had Susan suddenly been
transformed into an adulterous slut? By definition, yes but in reality,
No! Had she, Mike and Jules betrayed me? By definition, yes but in
reality, No. I didn't feel betrayed. I tried to think, what did I
really feel? I recognised that although my adrenalin level was falling
I was still on a high, very exhilarated and excited at what Susan had
done. You couldn't choreograph what had happened, this wasn't acting it
was real, yet I so wished I had this on film, it would be the only porn
I would ever need. 

Chapter three Later I made my way home. "Where have you been." everyone
was shouting. "You're the only one that didn't get caught but the game
was over hours ago." I managed to convince them that I had fallen
asleep after our heavy lunch. But, I knew I hadn't been dreaming as I
had picked up Susan's sodden panties and mopped up the sticky liquid
before I left the grassy knoll. 

I'm sorry to say that this isn't the end of the tale, It's much darker.
I never told Susan what I had witnessed but a month or so later, last
week in fact, I was in a London Pub with the gospellers when at the end
of the evening, drunk and still high on the erotic scenes imprinted on
my mind and bolstered in my imagination, I confessed to them what I had
seen and the excitement I had felt. 

"Didn't you feel jealous? I know I would," John said. 

"No, strangely I only felt excitement, like she was putting on a
performance just for me. I thought how beautiful and sexy she was. I
felt like thanking them all for the performance." 

"Bloody hell, I wish it had been me that found her, I've wanted to fuck
her ever since you first brought her home to the village." "And me"
chimed in the other two as if in chorus. 

‘Be my guests,' I heard myself saying. "But this time I want it on
camera" 

"You're joking aren't you? How could we set that up?" 

My excitement level was once again rising as my mind dealt with the
logistics of the problem. "You're builders, you set up the games room
with hidden cameras, attach them to a recorder in my study. Get her
into the games room while I'm up in London working and start kissing
her and feeling her tits. I'm sure even three louts like you can find
your way from there?" I could even imagine their flame red hair
surrounding their bulbous erections thrusting between her legs and
mingling with her black bush as they fucked her, maybe tickling her
clit and increasing the strength of her orgasms. 

I arranged for Susan to go down on the Friday, October 13th, to
supervise the clearing up of the last of the year's jobs and I would
join her at the weekend for a last few days summer break. The lads
called me on the Thursday evening to say that everything was in place
and tested. I was like a cat on a hot tin roof all of Friday and it
wasn't until late in the evening that I got the call from Luke that I
had been waiting for. "Fucking hell Rob, she's a sex machine. I'm
telling you five minutes passionate kissing and tit fondling  and she
fucked us to a standstill. I managed four times and so did Mark. John
says she sucked blood out of his dick the fifth time. We're nearly
dead." An hour and a quarter later they were. 

Chapter 4 Susan blames herself.  I didn't find out until I drove up to
the house on the Saturday morning. I had seen the emergency service
vehicles on the main road but hadn't thought anything about it. There
was no van by which to recognise the gospellers. I found Susan on our
driveway, sobbing. It took me hours to find out what had happened and I
finally had to phone Mary, the boy's mother to find out the facts and
she was strangely calm. The second coming I suppose. 

That evening sitting in the dark of our lounge a sobbing Susan confessed
all. The incident with Jules and Mike and yesterday with the boys. I
knew if I didn't come clean she would be crushed by a burden of guilt
that no-one could sustain.  I couldn't allow her to shoulder the burden
herself, so my confession followed. It wasn't a surprise to me that
there were no recriminations. We both agreed that we had enjoyed the
experiences, me as voyeur and her in centre stage yet we both sobbed
ourselves to sleep, knowing the gospellers had left us forever. We
renewed our vows of love by recognising that our ‘mates' had loved us
too. Maybe they loved her more than me but love none the less. We
looked at the video holding hands and although there was lust in all of
their eyes as they fucked, there was undoubtedly love too. I fucked her
three times that night, one for each of the boys. It was hard as I was
getting older but I had a memory to uphold. 

The gospellers most abiding legacy came 270 days later when I had the
joy to ease my three sandy haired sons from Susan's gaping cunt. ‘Mine'
might be a little presumptuous but I'm allowed a certain artistic
licence. As I cleared the mucous from each of their mouths I kissed
them and gently breathed life into their tiny lungs. "This is Mark".
"This is Luke", "This is John", I said to the nurse as I handed over
each in turn about twenty minutes apart and they were laid gently on
Susan's tits as she continued through her labour.  Was it labour? I
don't really know as I had developed a new pain relief technique that I
would test out on my lovely wife. As her labour began and during her
last contractions I gently uncovered her clitoris and began to lightly
brush the bulging tip. I'm sure her last contraction actually combined
itself with an orgasm. We weren't sure whether she screamed, "I'm or
It's coming?" Mark was already gorged on his mothers left tit, and Luke
was well on his way to being satisfied on the right when John uttered
his first wail of life. I gently cradled him and replaced his seeking
lips onto the left teat. Of course Mark was already asleep and I kissed
him again and placed him into the incubator. 

Of course we did not know which of the gospellers had actually
impregnated Susan but who cares, they were my sons and I was so proud.
I was even prouder at one minute past midnight the next day when I
delivered my daughter, Mary. Of course we had known for months that
Susan was carrying Quads but we never expected this black haired bundle
of fun. Nothing like her mum! No tits, yet!!! 

Being a practical man I had been preparing for this day for a month.
Susan's breasts had grown considerably from her eighth month onwards
and I had been inducing milk by feeding from her, right  from the
beginning. It took a week before I managed to extract milk but before
the births actually occurred, I had been extracting milk almost three
times a day and we had pints of it in the fridge in the hospital.
Nothing but the best for my kids.  I of course had to go back to the
cow variety but we all have to make sacrifices. 

The gospellers mother, Mary, was walking around telling people that
obviously God had played a hand in Susan's impregnation and was
delighted to be asked to be their God mother, little did she know she
was their Grand-Mother, or did she the sandy hair had to be a giveaway
but I'm sure she thought it was an act of God or at least a miracle. 

I'm sixty one now but every anniversary of their deaths Friday October
13th, we sit in the games room and watch the video. Susan stops her
contraception in August after we fuck on the anniversary of her orgy
with Jules and Mike. I don't fuck her without a condom during this
period but on the glorious 13th October, she drains me into her
unprotected and sometimes fertile cunt. I can't manage three times
anymore but we have never changed the furniture or the rugs and I
ensure that Susan orgasms on every item upon which she was fucked on
that evening. I then take her up to our bed and place her legs on my
shoulders and fuck the living daylights out of her. After this evenings
exchange of fluids, we use a condom until we know whether she is
pregnant or not. 

Since that event Susan has never wanted, needed or indeed had the time
to relive those sexual exchanges and I have the only video of porn that
I will ever need. Plus, I have had the pleasure of administering pain
relief to Susan's beautiful bulging clitoris on a further nine
occasions, as I delivered my four daughters and five sons, as well as
five grand-kids to date but usually without the patent pain relief
method, by me that is, I love being a teacher, a Dad and now a
Grand-dad. 

Playing with cunts for a living, is hell but someone has to do it!!! The
end

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