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This is chapter twelve of twelve. There will be no more.
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Chapter Twelve
It's remarkable how time flies, when you are at peace with the
world, have challenging work and, most importantly, are
surrounded by loved ones.
In November, during my senior year, I met Jack coming out of the
main library on campus loaded down with books. He brightened,
when he spotted me, truly glad to meet me.
"Are you going to open a bookstore?" I inquired.
"I'm near the end of my dissertation, Tom, and my advisor has
just pointed out all the literature that I have not used. This
will add another month to the job."
"And Sara?"
"She's big with child. She'll pop any time now, thanks to you."
"I'm just the local seed bank, Jack."
"No," he said seriously, "I really appreciate it. The fact is
that our family has a nasty gene problem, a fatal respiratory
thing that has killed everyone except Sara and me. Perhaps we
shouldn't have a child at all, but Sara was so eager for it.
Maybe your genes will dominate and the baby will be healthy."
"Are you two sick?" I asked with serious concern.
"Perhaps. We don't know yet, but we're feeling ill."
"But you go on with your work," I said, nodding at the books in
his arms. "You must have hope."
"That's all we have, Tom." He paused for a moment, thinking,
and then said, "Would you come to dinner this weekend, Saturday?
We would like to meet all your wives. I forget how many there
are." He grinned.
"Just two, Jack," I said, grinning back.
"Two and one half, Tom. Two and one half."
* * *
The five of us gathered in the living room of the Grandin's
penthouse. Sara and Alice were off in a corner talking about
babies. Little Alice had a large belly. She was due in about two
months.
"Would you like another drink, Tom," Jack asked, handing
Molly the Coke that she had requested.
"You've turned me into a sot, Jack. I was once so innocent and
pure."
"I take that as a yes."
"Yes. Another vodka, please."
Jack handed me the drink and then sat next to Molly on the sofa,
close to her, their thighs touching. He put a hand on her knee.
I did not mind at all. I caught their eyes, and I nodded my
head toward a bedroom. They got up from the couch, Jack
smiling, Molly blushing, and went quickly from the room.
I went over to the two pregnant women, both of whom were bearing
my progeny. They had become immediate friends, and they were
twittering about baby clothes. Sara was huge.
"Are you expecting triplets?" I asked her and kissed her pretty
face as I sat down on the couch next to the two of them.
"Just a big boy, Tommy."
"A boy? You know that for certain?"
"Yes, and we're going to name him Thomas."
"That's what I'm going to do, if I have a boy," Alice said
brightly.
"Will that confuse you, Tommy, having two sons named Tom?"
I put my arms around Sara and nuzzled her face. "Your Tom will
be Jack's son," I whispered into her ear.
"Perhaps, just perhaps," she replied, looking into my face with
a sad expression which I could not understand.
"Where's Molly?" Alice asked suddenly, looking around the room.
"She's with Jack," I answered abruptly.
Alice's face took on a look of dismay and then anger.
"I was never part of this!" she exclaimed.
"Darling," Sara cooed, taking Alice into her arms and kissing
her cheek, "after we have Tom's babies, maybe we can all spend
some time together."
This seemed to mollify the little pregnant girl, and she kissed
Sara on the lips. We all pretended not to hear the noises
coming from the bedroom. Jack was doing a real job on Molly.
* * *
Sara gave birth to a healthy boy a week later, and within two
months Alice placed a small bundle into my arms, a squalling,
ugly thing named Thomas.
"I think that he's just beautiful," Molly exclaimed, took the
bundle from me and proceeded to coo at the creature.
"Do I see maternal instincts developing, Molly?"
"Tom," she replied in exasperation, "how could a man understand
anything about this?"
I leaned down and kissed the face of my little Alice, which
looked so worn.
"Are you all right?" I asked, petting a sweaty cheek.
"It wasn't fun," she replied tersely, "although I'll do it for
you again, Tommy."
"Darling, you don't owe me anything. You don't have to suffer
another childbirth for me."
"God! Tommy! You're so dense for an intelligent guy. It's a
selfish thing! I want to have your babies!"
I did not understand her, but, then, I had always been clueless
about women. I pulled her to me into an embrace, relishing her
sour smell.
"You decide, darling. I'll give you the seed when you want it."
* * *
When Sara was busy at school, she would leave her baby at my
house, where Alice was eager to care for it. I frequently came
home in the afternoon and Alice would place the two Tommys onto
my lap, sometimes one wet and one dry. I sang to them, German
songs from my boyhood, small ditties which I
learned from my grandmother..
One day Jack came to our apartment, which was not far from his
own. He breathed with difficulty and he did not seem to be at
all well. He looked desperate. I poured vodka for the two of
us, although it was still just ten o'clock on a Saturday
morning.
"You must marry Sara," he stated, looking straight into my face.
"I mean legally. She's still my wife and always will be. But
you have to marry her officially. We're very sick, Tom. It's
what I told you about. There's no stopping it. Marry Sara and
you will have the boy, otherwise, God knows what will happen to
him."
"Is it that bad, Jack? Is it really that serious?"
"Tom, we're dying. I can't state it more clearly. It will
happen quickly, within weeks. He's your boy, Tom. Sara made
sure that you were registered as the father. Marry her, please,
before it's too late.
* * *
I married Sara. It was a brief civil ceremony, and Molly had to
hold my new wife upright, because she was so sick.
"Take your son home with you," Sara said to me, when we were
finished with the judge, struggling with each word, gasping for
breath. "I want to spend the night with Jack. Do you mind?"
"No darling, I understand," I told her, although I really didn't
until the next morning.
Alice answered the doorbell at about eight thirty. I had just
finished my breakfast and was in a hurry to catch my nine
o'clock class.
"Tommy," Alice called nervously, and a police sergeant came into
the room.
"Mr. Foley?" the cop said in a somber voice. "Do you know a
Jack and Sara Grandin?"
"Sara is my wife," I replied, suddenly in a panic.
"I'm sorry, sir, that I have to tell you that they are dead."
I knew it! I knew it! I knew it! I dashed from the room and fled
to my bed, where I buried my head under a pillow and sobbed
convulsively. They had killed themselves. I didn't want to
know the details. I heard a baby crying in the distance, and
then felt Molly come onto the bed to comfort me and to seek
comfort for herself.
"Tommy," Alice called softly from the door way, "the cop wants
to talk with you."
I got up and went back into the living room, where the police
sergeant loomed. A patrolman stood next to him.
"Mr. Foley, the sergeant said coldly, "we have not yet ruled the
deaths of the Grandins a suicide. We have some questions to ask
you, and we want you to come to the station house with us.
"Am I under arrest?" I responded heatedly.
"No," he replied, 'but it would be best if you come with us."
"I choose to remain in my home and to consult with an attorney."
"Why do you need an attorney, Mr. Foley? You haven't been
charged with anything."
* * *
I saw a lawyer that afternoon, one who had been recommended by
Molly's father. Things appeared to get worse for me, as I
unfolded the story.
"It doesn't look good, Mr Foley, not that you need to worry
about any criminal charges. From what I have learned it was a
double suicide. A hose was attached to the exhaust pipe and the
other end was inserted into the interior of the car."
Mr. John Gravely, my lawyer, looked somberly at me.
"The problem will be with the media. The national tabloids are
ravenous for this kind of story. Even the local press. You
father a child with Sara Grandin who is living with her brother
incestuously. You marry Sara, who is terminally ill, and she
commits suicide, along with her brother on your wedding day.
You take your child with Sara home with you, to a house where you
are living with two women, with one of whom you have fathered a
child. How do you think this will appear to the public, Mr.
Foley? The truth of it is bizarre enough. How do you imagine
that it will be reported?"
I had no reply to that. I instructed Mr. Gravely to make arrangements
with an undertaker, and I went home to collect my family. We spent
the next four days in seclusion, out of town, and returned for the
funeral of our friends.
* * *
I recovered soon enough, because, although I did love the two of
them, their loss was, in the end, bearable. I wondered what I
would do if I lost Alice or Molly. I was sure that I would go
absolutely mad. I had not yet bonded with my children.
The funeral service was attended by just we three and several of
Jack and Sara's friends and colleagues. There were, however, a
crowd of reporters and photographers who constantly pestered us.
I refused to have anything to do with them, even when they got
right into our faces.
I noticed a very tall, slender woman of about forty among the
mourners. She was elegant in her attire and strikingly
handsome. She came up to us after the service and introduced
herself.
"Mr. Foley," she said, nodding at Alice and Molly, who were
clinging to me. "Mr. Foley, my name is Ellen Neckel. Jack and
Sara were clients of my law firm. I need to speak to you about
some legal matters, but of course not today. Could I come to
your home, say on Friday?"
I nodded my assent, but I did not exchange words with the woman.
My mind was elsewhere. I just wanted to go home and snuggle
with my babies and my wives.
* * *
"Mr. Foley." she began, her long legs crossed tastefully as she
sat on the couch across from me. "Thomas Foley, Jr. is your
biological son, and Sara Foley was your legal wife. Is that
correct?"
I nodded affirmatively. I assumed that Ms. Neckel was there to
deal with some estate matters.
She handed me a binder full of papers. "Here are all the legal
documents pursuant to the estates of Jack and Sara Grandin. If
you wish, we could go over each of them, but permit me to give
you a precis of their content.
We are dealing with a sum of seventeen million dollars, two
million of which is yours outright, to do with as you please.
The remaining fifteen million are to be held in trust for Thomas
Foley, Jr. and any other child that you father. I do not
understand this proviso, Mr. Foley. Do you?"
"Yes, I do, Ms. Neckel. Tommy Jack, as we call Sara's child,
has a half brother, Tommy Tom, who is Alice's child. There will
be other children. Sara and Jack did not want Tommy Jack to
have an advantage over his brothers and sisters. It's as simple
as that."
"I see. You intend to marry Alice and have other children."
"Not exactly. I will have children with Alice, but also with
Molly, who is my other wife."
Ms. Neckel looked at me with a small, sly smile. "I assume that
you are not a bigamist."
"No, not at all. The three of us are married each to the other
by mutual consent."
"A menage a trois."
"Precisely."
"Actually, Mr. Foley, there is nothing illegal in this, but you
must understand that you might at some time be accused of being
unfit parents, especially with all this money involved."
"Would you care to represent us, Ms. Neckel, in that event?"
"Certainly, Mr. Foley. But what you really need now is some
estate planning and iron clad wills. There could be havoc, if
one of you were to pass away."
"I'll leave that up to you, Ms. Neckel."
"I'll see to it." She then smiled in a most friendly manner.
"You have a surfeit of Tommys in your house. I'd wager that by
the time the boys are six one will be known as Butch and the
other as Slugger."
"That's probably true," I grinned.
* * *
Over the next couple of weeks I had a number of meetings with
Ellen Neckel about my family's legal situation, which was more
complicated than I had previously thought. We were soon
addressing each other by our first names, and we occasionally
strayed from legal matters to talk about our personal lives.
"Tom, this money you have come into, will it change your life?"
"No, not at all. I'll turn the management of it over to Alice,
who is already quite rich. I'll just go on as usual and grind
my way into the medical profession.
"What school will you be attending?"
"I've been accepted here as well as by other universities, but
Molly did not make it here, although she has been accepted at
some schools that are even more prestigious, ones which did not
choose me. I find it strange the way this process works out.
As it is, no school has chosen both Molly and me, so she has
decided not to do medicine, but to get a Ph.D. in biology here."
"You don't want to be apart, I take it."
"Absolutely not. They are my family. Alice wants another child
and Molly has suddenly decided that she wants to get pregnant."
"They're such beautiful young women, especially Molly, who is
extraordinary. And their love for you is so obvious. You
certainly have no incentive to, uh, stray."
I did not respond, and my silence encouraged Ellen to probe
further.
"My husband and I are childless. It was my decision, and he
found it easy to accept because he is always on the move, away
sometimes for weeks on end. He's not a family man. We have an
open marriage. We're free to do as we want, so long and it does
not compromise our basic relationship, our marriage."
Ellen looked at me with a fixed stare, wanting to be sure that I
had gotten the message. She was old enough to be my mother, but
she was powerfully attractive. She had large, exciting eyes and
a generous mouth. Her skin was unlined, fresh looking. She
seemed to be so prim, but there was a definite sensuality about
the woman. She was sexy.
"The three of us have had a 'friend' a few times," I said, "all
of us together, although Alice is content now with just the
family, the babies. Still, she is willing to allow Molly and me
to 'entertain', if she approves of the 'friend'."
Ellen Neckel suddenly became like a nervous young girl.
"Do you think, Tom, that Alice would approve of me? Would . . .
would Molly?"
Molly had made another conquest, as usual without even knowing
about it.
"I would have to ask them," I replied.
"And do you need prior approval?" she asked, leaning toward me,
her intentions unambiguous.
"Yes, Ellen, I do."
* * *
"We seem to be going to extremes," Alice grumbled. "The last
one was a pubescent boy. Now you present us with a woman,
Tommy, old enough to be your mother."
"I like her," Molly said. "She has class, and her legs seem to
go on forever."
"Just don't bring her here," Alice insisted. "This is our home,
and we have babies."
* * *
"You will all have to sign, down here," Ellen pointed at the
bottom of the document, pushing her generous breast into my
shoulder.
"Alice approved," I said, looking up at her cheek.
"Oh!," she exclaimed in a fluster. "And Molly?"
"Molly is fascinated by your legs."
"Oh, my God!"
"So it's Molly you want."
"I want you, Tommy. I really do. But I've had men before. I've
never had a girl, in all my years, and then you present me with
this 'creature' from another world."
"Alice has decided that we can to it for only two weeks."
"She's the boss of your family?"
"Absolutely."
"Can you come over Friday night, you and Molly? God, Tommy, I'm
so excited! How will I begin with Molly?"
"We'll be here at six," I replied.." The only awkwardness for you will
be about getting naked."
* * *
"I don't want to nag," Alice nagged, "but is there ever going to
be an end to this playing around?"
"I will stop it right now," I replied, "if that is what you
want."
"No. I'm sorry. I'm feeling too possessive. I want you to get
it all out of your systems now, while we're still young. I don't
want you reaching Ellen's age and yearning for something you
have missed in your youth."
"We'll be back before dawn," Molly promised and gave Alice a
serious kiss.
Molly and I left the apartment and went down to the garage,
where we got into the Corvette that I had recently purchased.
"We'll have take charge of the woman," I said to Molly as I
pulled into traffic. "She's very eager, especially about you,
but she's flustered."
"Should we do her one at a time?" Molly asked rubbing my thigh.
"No. Let's overwhelm her together, despite her probable
protests."
* * *
Ellen's home was a three story mini mansion set on a large lot.
The sun was still high in the sky as we pulled into the driveway
on that day in late Summer. We found the door ajar in
invitation, so we entered the house without announcing
ourselves. Ellen stood barefoot in the hallway not far from the
front door, clad in a long white housecoat held closed by arms
clenching her body just below the breasts. She was extremely
nervous.
"Here are your robes," she said, nodding to a chair on her
right. "I'll be upstairs." She blushed and hurried up the
stairs.
Molly supressed a giggle, and we undressed quickly, feeling
deliciously naughty about what we would do with the sex starved
woman who awaited us. Hand in hand we climbed the stairs in our
robes, eager for the fun.
There were four doors on the second floor of the house and only
one was open through which we could see Ellen standing near a
far window. We entered the room and stopped twenty feet away
from the woman who seemed to tremble without composure. I
shrugged the robe from my shoulders and stood before her naked.
My penis was flaccid, but it dangled six, fat inches. Ellen
stared at it with an open mouth. I then went to her, pulled off
her robe and took the woman into my arms. She kissed me in
great excitement, but her eyes were open, looking at Molly, who
stood by the door still in her robe, shimmering in her
incredible blond beauty.
I turned to my wife, gave a slight nod and she dropped her robe.
Ellen gasped and went weak in my arms. Molly's body was
absolutely everything that her face promised.
Molly came up and I got behind the older woman. We sandwiched
her, enfolded her with our arms. My cock poked at her ass. We
fell to the floor in a jumble of arms and legs. Ellen was
desperate to to taste Molly's golden flesh and roseate nipples.
She began to eat out the girl, who was on her back, her knees
bent high, legs widely spread. Ellen's butt was raised and I
took her from behind, penetrating her in a single stroke.
It became confused. We each achieved orgasm rather quickly.
Ellen was a screamer. After I withdrew my cock from the older
woman, my semen oozing out and running down her inner thigh,
Ellen continued with Molly, who was very much enjoying herself.
I sat for a few moments on the side of the bed, watching the two
of them grapple together seeking more pleasure. Ellen was
unpracticed and awkward, but Molly took charge and the two of
them were soon gasping sighs.
I got up and went downstairs, where I found the bar and poured
myself a drink. I would be ready for another go at it in twenty
minutes or so, for a long session of fucking. The noises
upstairs became very loud as I sipped my vodka and lounged on a
couch.
After awhile the house was quiet. I went back upstairs and
found the two women lying apart on the floor breathing heavily.
Molly was more inviting, but I went to Ellen and fell upon her
to her surprise. I plunged into her and fucked her to
excitement, banging on her until she screamed and scratched my
back with her finger nails. Again I emptied myself into the
delirious woman and then fell off her. Molly replaced me,
lapping the woman's clit as my semen oozed out onto the carpet.
"Please, stop!" Ellen cried, pushing at Molly's head. "That's
enough."
I was worn out and I dozed, lying on the floor. When I awoke I
heard giggles coming from the bathroom, where the shower was
running. Before long it was quiet and the women came back into
the bedroom clad in their robes.
"Molly," Ellen exclaimed playfully, "who is this naked man lying
on the floor?"
"Whoever he is," Molly said, leaning down and taking a sniff, "I
think that he is in need of a shower."
"Quite right," Ellen responded. "Then he can join us downstairs
for a small supper."
I looked up at Ellen. She was radiant, fulfilled.
* * *
"Tommy, I want to try it. I want to experience it," Ellen
pleaded as the three of us lay upon the bed.
"I advise against it Ellen," Molly warned. "I had it once with
a skinny cock and it hurt."
"Let me get on top, Tommy. I'll be in control. I'll stop, if
it hurts too much."
I said nothing, so Ellen greased my cock with Vaseline, bringing
me to hardness with a carressing, slippery hand. I was curious.
I wondered whether she could actually do it.
Facing me she straddled my body and positioned my cock at her
ass hole. She pushed down and then let up. She did this a
number of times until she popped the head of my cock past her
sphincter. Her face registered pain, but also determination.
The thicker part of my cock was still to come. Her teeth bit at
her lower lip as she slowly sat down on me, finally resting on
my thighs.
"Oh, my God! I feel so filled up."
I thought it amazing that she could do it. I lay still and let
Ellen wriggle around for a moment.
"Molly, lick on me please."
Molly quickly laid her cheek on my belly and began to work on
Ellen's clit with her tongue. The woman went wild. She moved
her body slightly up and down my cock, as Molly licked on her.
Ellen began to scream, and I could not comprehend it. She was
sitting on seven fat inches of hurt, yet she was having a
tremendous orgasm. She quickly collapsed onto me, squeezing
Molly's head, and my cock pulled from her ass. She breathed
heavily into my neck.
"Oh, my God, oh, my God," she muttered and clutched to me.
We fell asleep all tangled together and didn't awake until after
midnight. I got up from the bed as the girls began a gentle
lesbian thing. I went downstairs for another drink. When I
returned to the bedroom they lay apart on the bed.
"Tommy," Ellen said to me with a voice of regret. "We can't do
this again. I want it too much, what we've done, but it would
ruin my marriage. And I know that you can't let me into your
family."
Molly and I were home before dawn. The next day I was informed
that another of the firm's lawyers would be assigned to us. We
never saw Ellen again.
* * *
The three of us sat around the breakfast table the next morning and talked seriously about our future.
"I want a baby," Molly said with determination.
"And I want another one," chirped Alice.
"That's fine with me," I said, surrendering to a superior force. "When do we begin?"
"I'm already off the pill," Molly announced.
"Me too," said Alice.
A baby's cry from upstairs immediately caught the attention of Alice, who rose from the table.
"We'll have to stop playing around now," she said as she left the room, and I understood her words to be a command..
"It's the end of our youth," I groaned, "and we're just twenty two years old."
"It's the end of our foolishness," Tommy. "We still have our youth, but we don't need anyone else. You're supremely handsome, and," she blushed, "don't you find me pretty enough?"
She was putting me on..
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