My Only Talent Ch. 49
Bouncing Baby Boy
Note
: The descriptions and accounts in these stories are fictional and do not portray any actual people or events
Nora and Lara puttered around in the kitchen all day, prepping for our evening dinner guest. They put me to work in my capacity as a sous-chef, and I made up a series of brines, marinades, rubs, and sauces to be used for the final dishes. Nora was really putting on the dog: an appetizer, two vegetable dishes, a potato casserole, the baked lamb dish, and Tres Leches cake. With all three of us in close proximity in the relatively small kitchen area, there was lots of opportunity for contact and caresses, and lots of stimulation. The womb rat was also highly active, both by kicking and by making a series of Suzie signal noises that were so loud Nora and I were sure Lara could hear them. But she didn't seem to react to them at all.
When everything was ready for the oven except the lamb, we adjourned to the bathroom so we could shower and change in advance of Rachel's arrival. I decided to resign as sous chef and switch to ass worship leader, but Nora pointed out that the output of her small apartment water heater was quite limited.
"Let's get clean and dry quickly, and then take our time playing with each other. We should probably try to work off the edge before our company arrives, so we are not tempted to be too aggressive too early."
"Just what are your intentions there, Nora?" I was curious. I had been getting a weird vibe from her since we met Rachel at the meat counter, and a strange mix of muted Suzie notes from her and the womb rat.
She laughed. "I don't have any clear intentions, but my hormones are storming. I acted on impulse, but it was a very strong impulse. I don't know where it came from."
"But perhaps Rachel is just expecting dinner and nothing more." I was surprising myself by being the voice of reason.
Lara giggled. "Not true, Robbie. I gave her my best dom look and she quivered like a puppy!"
"I missed that."
"Yep, you were staring at her chest. Can't say I blame you. I'm not sure what Nora has in mind, but I have a few ideas about Rachel myself!"
"Such as?"
"Well, Nora has shared tantalizing details about your domestic routine of dalliance combined with recipe prep. Once everything is in the oven and we have to wait until it finishes cooking, I thought we would try to heat up Rachel a bit, too."
Nora spoke up. "Perhaps Lara will give her orders, which Rachel will be compelled to take. She will make her get down on her knees, and then ..."
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Rachel arrived at Nora's place at the appointed time -- early afternoon. She had changed to a nice and very low-cut dress and put on more makeup than she wore at the store, and she looked delicious. There were hugs, and then the conversation became highly domestic and centered around food prep. I didn't know what 'Plugra' was or why it was 'better than butter' and I certainly didn't know how to modify recipes if it wasn't available. Nor did I understand all the intricacies of brining, rubbing, trimming and the surprising subtleties of the organic chemistry of lamb proteins and fats. But my history of domestic food prep interspersed with caresses and escalating sexual tension was making me horny. I couldn't pick up any Suzie signals from Lara or Rachel, but Nora and the womb rat were singing a discordant symphony. It was the Suzie equivalent of one of Ralph's favored old vinyl Zappa records -- melodic and off key at the same time.
Suddenly the lamb was sealed into its baking dish and popped into the oven, and we had two hours or so to fill. I felt the tension in the air but was hesitant to speak. I expected Lara to take the dominatrix initiative, but Rachel showed surprising perception. "I assume you three have seen the cookbook that matches meal plans with positions of the Kama Sutra?"
Nora's Suzie rang like a big silver bell had been struck, and little Warren Randolph Roberts sounded like wind chimes tinkling in a breeze. Lara's eyes shook and she put a finger under Rachel's chin. "NO! Tell me more, Rachel."
Rachel began to babble. I inferred she was one of those people who got verbose when she was nervous and excited. It reminded me of some Linux command lines. "When I first started college here, I really got into Kabala, sexual mysticism, orgasmic worship, communal polyandry, and cooking. I learned a lot about myself, and to trust my instincts. I also think it is interesting that your apartment is actually in Somerville, just barely over the line from Cambridge."
Nora looked puzzled. "I noticed that in the lease, but my postal address is Cambridge. Why does it matter?"
Lara spoke up. "I am impressed, Rachel!"
Rachel looked pleased, like a kid who had given her favorite teacher the right answer in class. Lara tilted Rachel's chin up a little and kissed her on the cheek. Rachel quivered, and drew in a deep breath. The Lara put her hands atop Rachel's shoulders and pushed her down to her knees. She looked up at the three of us with eyes as big as saucers.
I looked down her dress at her marvelous breasts, hard-wired mammal that I am.
Lara said, "Tell them why, Rachel!"
She cleared her throat. "Somerville was the first city to pass a local ordinance that legally recognizes polyamorous domestic partnerships."
Lara purred. "Very good! We three are in a long term committed relationship, and I am working out the legal aspects so we can be formally married, a task I will hopefully complete before Nora delivers our first born in three weeks or so."
Rachel turned her eyes to Nora's obviously pregnant belly, only inches away. Nora put a finger under Rachel's chin, too, and Rachel's dark eyes got even bigger, if that was possible. Nora said, "We three are each other's co-stars for life, Rachel, but we do enjoy the occasional guest star! Tonight's episode may feature a beautiful dark-haired girl with perfect breasts! What do you think, Rachel?"
"My instincts tell me to trust Robbie, and by extension, you two." Nice to hear.
Nora bent down and kissed Rachel full on the lips, and Rachel shivered. I had the fever, too.
Lara spoke up. "Being a guest star means you follow the script, and I am writing this episode. Also, everything that happens here between us is strictly private -- never to be discussed with anyone else! Do you understand?"
Rachel smiled beatifically. "Yes, Mistress!" she said, and then shook like a leaf.
Lara gave her the two-kilowatt dominatrix smile. It made me quiver a bit, too. "Rachel, I think Robbie really wants to see your breasts, uncovered and unencumbered! So do I."
Rachel beamed again like that bright kid who knew she had the correct answer. If they wanted breasts, she knew she had the right stuff. She dropped the straps of her dress and the bounty poured out. Some of nature's best work, I thought. I could see the change in her nipples as they stiffened up.
Then she gave us a bit of a hot look of her own. "May I see yours, Mistress?"
Lara knew she had the right stuff, too, and she made a slow strip show of dropping her blouse and bra. I, for one, was captivated. So was Rachel. They looked each other over and began deep breathing. I was already panting.
Nora broke the silence. "I suppose I should, too?" Nora's pregnancy had swelled her already perfect breasts at least one or two bra sizes, and their shape had changed, too. They were fuller, literally, and her nipples stuck out further and looked an even more perfect confection on top. I am sure little Warren Randolph would settle right in. I sure wanted to.
Lara smiled her best superior grin. "Very nice! Rachel, we must make some accommodations for Nora's advanced pregnancy, so we are going to limit vaginal penetrations this evening. Robbie, I would like to see you rub Rachel's nipples with the very end of your cock. I think we would all enjoy that. Don't worry, Nora, we are all going to be paying you plenty of attention soon."
I adopted the old technique that worked so well with Mrs. Douglass back home, just gently circle all around the nipple without actually touching it. The expression on Rachel's face was a joy to behold. My expression must have been pleasant, too.
Nora knelt beside Rachel, cupping her swollen breasts, and offering them up to me. We should have guests for dinner more often. I was enjoying the tracing, and not at all racing, but those marvelous mounds were having an effect on me. I got harder and redder and warmer, and a little clear fluid began to mark the course of my excursions with a reflective trail.
Lara reached down and pinched Rachel's nipples smartly. She squeaked and shivered. "Rachel, you hot little slut, do you want to suck Robbie's cock or eat Nora's pussy?"
Rachel's had that confident right answer expression on her face again. "Both, please Mistress!"
"Smart girls are the best! You may proceed!"
Nora pulled up her skirt, revealing the lack of any panties, and put one leg up on the little kitchen stool decorated with a collage of food photos. Rachel startled with her first glance at Nora's platinum pubes, and then she unveiled a long tongue to match her prominent nose, and it extended and lapped at Nora delicately at first, then moved more aggressively.
"Oh my!" She looked up at Nora in amazement. "You taste incredible!"
Lara laughed. "Another sophomoric conversational mystery solved! Some women do taste different when they are with child! I think she tastes even better than before."
