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Right from the Start - Chapter Thirteen - By: Beverly Taff Simon(Simone): The main character; Dorie Lou: The girl next Door; Jane Benson: Dorie Lou's mother; Mary & Sandra: School classmates; Toni & Paula: Their Italian lesbian friends; Mrs Webster: Their old form Teacher; Doctor Wendy: Simone's Endocrinologist; Doctor Julie: Simone's Psychiatrist. Sophia & Alicia: Mary & Sandra's mothers. Chapter Thirteen Mary and Sandra smiled, as they lay still conjoined face to face by their favourite double-headed dildo. They were reluctant to respond to the noises in the passage outside the apartment. It was just so nice to lie in each other's arms and savour the fullness of the dildo as it filled each of their vaginas and satisfied the strange urge that had preoccupied them all weekend. The noises in the passage evolved into laughter as Jane Benson enjoyed some funny anecdote about the honeymoon related by Dorie Lou. The laughter reinforced the arrival of Jane Benson and reluctantly Mary whispered to Sandra. "Shall we go and meet her?" Both Sandra and Mary loved Jane Benson. It had been she who had supported them as they came to realise their early, teenaged sexuality and their Sapphic love for each other. When their mothers had reacted painfully to Sandra and Mary's 'coming out', it was once again, Jane Benson who had helped ease the pain. It was Jane who had helped reconcile the mothers, Sophia and Alicia to their daughter's lesbianism and also reassured them that their daughters could still both give them grandchildren. It was Jane Benson who had finally brought their fathers around to the idea of a same sex wedding. It seemed that at almost every stage of their lives, Jane Benson had somehow been there for them. Sandra was reluctant to separate from Mary's embrace and she bit her lip thoughtfully. "They'll call us when they're ready. It's just so nice lying here." Mary understood Sandra's procrastination for Mary shared the same reluctance to remove the satisfying mutual tenant occupying their vaginas. "OK," she agreed with a smile, "we'll wait until they knock." It was early evening before the anticipated invitation came. Indeed, Mary and Sandra had actually slept briefly even whilst coupled by their most intimate parts. Mary stirred as she heard the soft knock followed by Dorie Lou's forced whisper. "Are you two in there?" "Yes," replied Mary as Sandra stirred and squirmed licentiously. "Are you coming in to say hello to mummy?" "Yes. OK. Hold on, we'll be there in a minute." Dorie Lou smiled knowingly to herself. She knew exactly why Mary and Sandra were so slow to respond. Such was the prolonged effect of the love drug; her lesbian friends were still feeling the strange effects. Dorie Lou knew full well that Mary and Sandra still wanted to keep their girl parts sated. She grinned and paused as she turned to return to her own apartment next door. "Don't be too long now. Mummy is dying to meet you again." "Ok. Just be patient," scolded Mary impatiently for she simply wanted to address the inexplicable needs of her body. Reluctantly, she and Sandra separated with a dull 'plop' as the dildo slipped out of Mary's vagina, then she minced needfully to the dressing table to replace the double-headed dildo with a suitable single version. Meanwhile, Sandra fiddled with the straps and eventually removed the complete double-headed dildo from her sex before following Mary's lead. Finally they stood facing each other and breathing a mutual sigh of contentment as their vagina's savoured the replacement dildos. As they slipped into their bras and thongs, they giggled as they studied their panty crotches. The outlines of the 'stop-rings' on their dildos made pronounced rings in the crotches of their tight fitting thongs where normally the 'camel toe' would have appeared. However, the dildos filled the need in their cunts and so the pair continued dressing. Mary turned to Sandra and frowned just as Sandra stepped into her trousers. "Skirts, I think. Trousers might be too revealing with these beauties." Sandra wiggled into her tight fitting stretch jeans and frowned as she realised Mary was right. The crotch of her tight fitting, stretch Lycra jeans showed a distinct 'circle' where the 'stopper ring' on her dildo prevented the appliance from disappearing deep inside her sex. It was just too obvious. Sandra always enjoyed the slithery feel of high gloss tights inside her jeans but the dildos prevented any hope of tight form-fitting trousers. Reluctantly, Sandra removed the jeans and selected a delicate paisley print frock as an alternative. Eventually they were satisfied with their appearances and they went next door. "Come in," called Simone, "the door's not locked." Mary and Sandra entered as Dorie Lou emerged from the bedroom. "Mummy won't be a minute. D'you want a drink?" Mary and Sandra suddenly realised they were quite hungry after an afternoon of sex so they accepted the offer and chose coffee. As they savoured their drinks, Jane Benson finally emerged from the bedroom looking a little flustered but hugely happy to see the pair. "Why my darlings, it's fabulous to see you, come here and give me a hug." Mary and Sandra stepped into Jane's outstretched arms and savoured the emotional embrace as Jane hugged them tight to her breasts. Suddenly Mary felt the front of Jane's blouse go damp. She looked down to see a dark stain and asked If Jane had been crying. "Why no girls, I'm as happy as, -" then Jane felt the same dampness as it cooled when the air got to it. In the warmth of the embrace, their mutual body heat had masked the leaking milk. "Oh Dammit!" she cursed as Sandra also noticed another stain spreading over the swell of Jane's other breast. "What's wrong?" asked Sandra. "Why I, - oh nothing," squeaked Jane as she separated from the pair and stepped back to check her blouse. There was no mistaking the dark stains that were obviously leaking from Jane's bra and she cursed again softly. "Damn! Damn! Damn! I thought I was empty." "Empty?" wondered Mary as she stared uncomprehendingly at the wet patches. "What d'you mean, empty?" Jane's eyes widened slightly with fear. No one but Dorie Lou and Simone had ever known of Jane's lactation condition. She looked nervously at the lesbian pair while Dorie Lou moved forward as her mind raced to find a plausible explanation. "Mummy's got a condition," she said, too quickly and partly giving the game away. "A condition?" asked Sandra, "What sort of condition?" Her emphasis on the word 'condition' revealed Sandra's surprise. Jane glanced furtively at Dorie Lou and frowned, Dorie Lou had only aggravated the issue. She tried to play the situation down. "Oh it's nothing, just a lactation problem." "Just!" gasped Mary as she watched the stains spreading while droplets of white fluid were now leaking through Jane's blouse. "You're leaking like a dairy cow!" Jane had already realised that the situation was beyond any sort of denial so she turned quickly and slipped back into the bedroom. Mary and Jane were left stunned and silent as they waited for some sort of explanation. The silence became oppressive so finally Simone stepped in with the facts. "It's true. Mummy has got a lactation problem. In fact her milk has never dried up. She has to express at least twice a day or her breasts get painful." All of this was true, but Simone had naturally omitted how Jane's milk was sometimes expressed in such an intimate fashion. She went on to explain the bare facts which were basically true. "Mummy has to express her milk twice a day. She has just travelled a long way by air and her breasts were hurting; I think the cabin pressure might affect it, but I don't know for sure. Anyway, before you came in she had to express her milk and she had just finished expressing when you two arrived. Perhaps the cabin pressure had affected the lactation, I don't know." "Twice a day," squeaked a surprised Mary, "You mean she is like a dairy cow!" "Well that's not how we would think of it, but yes," replied Simone, "she has to express at least twice a day. She usually gives it away for free to the local baby unit at home but out here she just, -" Here Simone hesitated as Dorie Lou interrupted. "She just pours it away, down the basin." This would explain why there was no milk in case Mary or Sandra asked to see some. "Gosh, that's just so, - so, -," stuttered Sandra. "So what?" demanded Simone defensively. "Just so wasteful!" interrupted Mary. "Wasteful?" asked a slightly relieved Dorie Lou. "Well yes. She could give it away here. There must be a baby unit that's looking for natural mother's milk in this town." "It doesn't work like that, there's all sorts of stuff and procedures to go through first. They have to check the milk for any hormonal stuff." "Why's that?" "To check that the woman is lactating naturally and it's not drug induced. Any drugs might affect any babies that drank it." "Oh, I see," declared Mary as the facts were explained. "So how long will she be now?" "I don't know. This doesn't usually happen. It must be the flight or something. Mummy will let us know when she's happy with things." The four girls carried on discussing the situation until Jane re- emerged after having showered and changed. Mary and Sandra's eyes were drawn naturally to Jane's breasts and she smiled bashfully. "If you were two boys, I'd say you were checking me out." "Are you OK now?" asked Mary. "Fine, it must have been the cabin pressure thing. It's only happened once before, and that was after a long-haul flight." "Good. Now are you up to going out? We were thinking of going for a meal. There's a nice restaurant just a couple of blocks down the street." "Oooh, that would be lovely!" cooed Jane, glad to change the subject. They dressed and walked the couple of blocks to the restaurant where they chatted late into the evening. "Well, we'd best be getting back," declared Jane, "it's Monday tomorrow and a busy day for you four." The party left and whilst they returned, Mary and Sandra fell back a few paces. Mary had indicated she had something private to discuss. "What is it?" asked Sandra "If Jane's there, we won't be able to share the bed with Simone and Dorie Lou. We won't be able to, - you know, - share Simone's cock." "Ah! I hadn't thought of that, d'you think she'll object?" "Damn! I don't know. How long is she staying? She normally stays only a few days." "I'll check with Dorie Lou when we get back," said Sandra. They chatted briefly as Mary found herself admiring Jane Benson's swaying butt. "D'you know, she's in good nick for a forty something." Sandra grinned and punched Mary's shoulder playfully. "Hey! Don't be getting ideas you 'granny grabber'." "No, but you must admit, if I look as good as her at forty, I'll be very happy." "It must be all that milking," grinned Sandra. "Oh. You! Don't be so pervy." As Mary said this, Jane glanced back and called. "Come along you two. Keep up." Mary and Sandra's heels clicked noisily as they speeded up until they rejoined just before reaching the apartment block. In the lift they stood silent as Mary and Sandra wondered if they were going to get an invitation to stay over. None seemed forthcoming so as they walked along the passage, Mary and Sandra turned to enter their apartment. "Where are you going?" demanded Dorie Lou. "Bed, there's work in the morning." "Oh phooey to work, you're sleeping with us." Mary and Sandra naturally glanced at Jane Benson who shrugged and smiled. "Don't worry about me. I'll be in the spare bedroom. You go ahead. If I'm to have grandchildren you'll need all the help you can get." Mary and Sandra sighed a mutual sigh of relief as Dorie Lou disappeared into the kitchen. They had been so looking forward to another session with Simone's delightful organ and now they had been given full licence to indulge." "You honestly don't mind?" asked Sandra as she looked slightly askance. "Not at all girls, fill your boots," chuckled Jane. Mary and Sandra needed little encouragement and happily accepted the fruit juices that Dorie Lou had prepared for every body. Despite the 'Phooey' about work in the morning, the girls realised they would have to be up in time. Simultaneously, Mary and Sandra felt another wave of lust surge through their loins and they squirmed licentiously on the settee as they noticed Simone twitch and adjust her panties under her frock. Mary and Sandra resisted the urge to smile but there was no hiding the telltale bulge that foretold Simone's burgeoning condition. The soft ripe curve of Simone's feminine tummy had now sprouted a noticeable tubular growth that curved from somewhere in her crotch right up to the little dimpled depression where Simone's navel marked the top of her tummy. The end of Simone's gorgeous organ belled out the front of her pencil skirt distinctly. There was no mistaking the masculinity of the telltale swelling that stretched both Simone's flimsy panties and the delicate lightweight fabric of her skirt. As both girls' eyes became glued to Simone's swollen promise, Mary surreptitiously jabbed Sandra with her elbow and both girls squeezed their thighs in anticipation. Simone could not help but smile invitingly as she stood up and motioned towards the bedroom. The pair nodded eagerly and within moments the three were naked on the bed. Shortly after, Dorie Lou entered after having cleared away the glasses and popped them in the dishwasher. She grinned at the bumps under the large duvet. "Well, you three don't need much encouragement, do you?" "Are you joining us?" demanded Sandra as she savoured the delightful invasion of her needy body by Simone's beautiful, velvety friend. "Don't mind if I do," replied Dorie Lou as she casually stripped naked, for by now the four of them were utterly at ease with communal nudity and intimacy. The rest of the evening was spent in the now familiar Bacchanalian delights until they were all content. To Mary and Sandra's disappointment however, they still had lustful needs even after a thorough servicing by Simone, and they had to return the dildos to their hungry vaginas to achieve a peaceful and relaxed night's sleep. Once again, after the fun had finished, Dorie Lou claimed her marital privileges and demanded that Simon sleep with her seemingly permanently erected cock embedded in Dorie Lou's cunt. "She's my wife and don't you forget it," declared Dorie Lou as she grinned to her lesbian friends. In the spare room, Jane Benson listened briefly to the soft murmurings and giggles of delight and smiled as she realised that soon, if all went well, she would be the proud grandmother of three or possibly even more little grandchildren. Soon a contented silence settled over the apartment as sleep overtook them all. In the morning, the clamour of early city traffic woke Jane Benson early. The spare bedroom was a corner room and despite its seemingly more favoured location in the flat, the windows on two walls looked out over a busy junction. The other bedroom was quieter and that was why Dorie Lou and Simone chose it for their master bedroom. Dorie Lou and Simone had debated installing better windows throughout the apartment but had not yet got around to it. The traffic noise woke Jane Benson early for she was not used to the busy city centre roar. Thus woken, she decided to make breakfast. She took coffee to the girls and smiled as they peeped self-consciously over the edge of the giant duvet. "Have you enjoyed yourselves girls?" she asked with a disarming smile. They all grinned then nodded as they put aside their inhibitions and lowered the duvet to reveal four pairs of ripe firm breasts. Jane did not blink as she poured out the coffees and handed them each their preferred mix. Black for you, white for you no sugar, - and so on. The girls relaxed further as Jane demonstrated her intimate knowledge of their preferences as she settled on one of the dressing table chairs. She smiled appreciatively then broached the subject that most concerned her. "Well, am I going to be a granny?" The girls fell silent. So far there had been no signs and they all admitted they did not know. "Have you not taken pregnancy tests yet?" pressed Jane. The girls all confessed that they had not. "We were just letting nature take its course. What will be will be." "Stuff and nonsense!" scolded Jane with a patronising smile, your mothers; Sophia and Alicia are desperate for news. I promised them I would have something for them." "But that's, -!" Dorie Lou started to protest. "I'll not hear another word. I want tests for the four of you by tonight. That's an end to it." "The four of us?" giggled Simone, "What, me as well?" Jane got a little flustered. "Oh you know what I mean, the three of you then. I keep forgetting when I see you there, like that." Simone looked down at her own ripe full breasts and smiled happily. Like the rest of the girls, the duvet covered her from the waist down as she sat upright sipping her coffee. It was easy to forget that Simone was very different in one important area. She was happy to think that after years of mothering, Jane Benson considered her a girl even in her deepest subconscious. All the girls smiled and giggled as Dorie Lou remarked. "I think Simone should buy the tests in the pharmacy in the mall." "Suits me," replied Mary, "Sandra and I are out on site this morning, we won't be going near any shops." "Very well then, it's decided," declared Jane, "Simone gets the testing kits. Now get up, breakfast is ready." The girls handed their empty coffee cups back and Jane Benson left so as not to embarrass her daughters, for she now considered all four to be her daughters. 'If they're going to have my grandchildren, then they're my daughters as much as anybody else's,' she thought. Mary and Sandra were relieved when she left the room though because they still had their dildos plugging their needs. What they didn't know was that Jane had slipped the antidotes in their coffees. As all four showered communally in the large bathroom, they slowly felt the urges receding. Simone's cock retreated shyly under her clitty hood whilst the other three girls relaxed. Dorie Lou realised that her mother Jane had only pre-empted her intentions of releasing them all from their aroused state and she smiled inwardly as she felt her own vagina begin to relax. The most obvious sign of their return to normality was the virtual total disappearance of Simone's erection to resume its usual appearance of a girl's vulva. However, all the girls gave of a noticeable sigh of relief when they emerged from the showers. "This is weird," declared Mary as she gently unplugged her dildo from her sex. "We must have some sort of clock thing; you know, like our synchronised monthly cycles," added Sandra. "Well, what ever it is, I'm glad. At least I'll be able to wear my pencil skirt or tailored slacks. I was getting worried I'd be stuck in a flared ra-ra skirt all day," sighed Simone. "But you like skirts, don't you?" asked Sandra. "I like to have a choice," corrected Simone. "Ra-ra skirts tend to reveal more than they cover and with a giant stiffy, I've no idea what would be showing in my panties when I bend over. Better to look properly girly is what I find and prefer." "Yeah, point taken," finished Sandra. The girls finished toweling off and emerged from the bathroom to choose their outfits. Mary and Sandra naturally chose their tight fitting Lycra, work jeans and chequered shirts for they were scheduled to go out on site first thing that morning. The new freeway extension work was starting that morning and they would be required to double-check the new contractors and the materials. There had been a lot of trouble with the previous section and several contractors had lost contracts because of faulty or substandard materials or work. Simone and Dorie Lou were returning to their boutique to pick up the reins of their fledgling business. They decided to each wear the stylish outfits they had bought from Toni and in Italy. In the kitchen, Jane Benson had already laid out breakfast and the girls found themselves to be really hungry. Jane smiled to herself as she watched her daughters demolish the food. 'Sex obviously made them hungry,' she thought. 'Still that was a good sign, her daughters had obviously been active during the night and that promised the chance of lots of grandchildren.' As they ate in hungry silence Jane broached the subject dear to her heart again. "I'm sorry to keep on but don't forget those pregnancy tests" The girls looked up as one and nodded their heads. None of them had forgotten. Mary answered for them. "Uhmm, no, we haven't." Jane Benson frowned slightly. "Well as I mentioned last night, now promise me you'll sort it especially you two," she looked at Mary and Sandra. "Why particularly us?" asked Sandra. "Well, you've been trying now since you two were married and how long is that?" "Uhm, nearly six months." "Exactly, surely there should be some sign." The girls exchanged intimate smiles and shrugged. Dorie Lou answered. "When it happens, it happens." "Well that's not really good enough. I was speaking to your other mothers, Sophia and Alicia. They are both keen to be grandmothers before they are too old to enjoy the babies." "Alright! Alright!" scolded Dorie Lou, "We'll be doing it tonight. Simone can buy them at the Pharmacy in the mall." "Why me? I told you before, I don't need one," giggled Simone. "Sandra and Mary wont get to a pharmacy and I'll be busy catching up with the boutique. You won't be busy until any deliveries arrive." "Oh OK then. Gosh the things I do for you girls!" "Oh stop protesting," grinned Mary, "you know you love it. You like all the girly stuff about being a girl." "Well; maybe some, but I'm not sure about all of it. I've seen how grumpy you can be." "Yeah, well if that thing of yours works properly, I'll be free of those for a while." All the girls giggled as Sandra rose from the table. "Come on Mary, it's the start of the new section of freeway today. We don't want to be late." The pair rose to collect the dishes but Jane shooed them away. "You go, I'll finish up here." The pair sauntered into the hall and Simone studied Mary's rounded butt encased in her tight stretch jeans. As Mary gathered her work coat and hard-hat she turned and caught Simone studying her. Mary grinned and wiggled her butt as she followed Sandra out. In the four-by-four she spoke about it to Sandra. "Did you see Simone checking me out?" "No, was she?" "You bet! She couldn't keep her eyes off my butt." "Well it's a lovely butt darling. I can't keep my eyes off it either." "D'you know, I think Simone's still a bit of a boy inside her head." "Well she's all girl to look at, and a really pretty one as well." "Yeah, except for one teeny-weeny little difference." "It's not that 'teeny-weeny," countered Sandra, "at least not when she's doing her night job." "Mmmm, tell me about it," sighed Mary as her fingers drifted down into her jeans. As Sandra turned to check the traffic her eyes strayed to Mary's crotch. "Good God girl! What's got you going now?" "The thought of Simone's teeny-weeny difference," smiled Mary. Sandra shook her head in disbelief as she picked a gap in the flow and moved into the traffic. "You're insatiable girl. We're off to work after screwing all night and you're horny again. For god's sake! What's wrong with you?" Mary didn't answer for her mind was elsewhere. In silence she busied herself for several blocks until Sandra pulled up at some lights and prepared to turn left. Suddenly the shadow of a huge truck rumbled up alongside in the centre lane and the driver glanced down to check out the chicks he had noticed several blocks back. Immediately his gaze fell to Mary's lap as he realised what was happening. He gave a simian whoop followed by a Neanderthal grunt as he tooted his horn. Mary suddenly came to her senses and gave him a finger to spin on as she hastily zipped up her jeans. Then the lights changed and Sandra sped away to the left while the truck lumbered across the junction. Sandra debated whether to tell Mary off for inviting such attention but she thought better of it and drove in silence towards the new freeway. When she arrived at the site she dropped Mary off at the drawing office then bounced across the site to meet an old friend, Harry the general foreman. She parked up behind the same old familiar, clutch of battered containers that usually served as Harry's office and store. She stepped inside and Harry smiled as he looked up. "Hi kid, nice to see you again. " "Hiyah Harry, same to you." "Grab yourself some coffee girl then we'll go out and check these new concrete suppliers. The first mix is due any minute." It was the first day of the new contract so Sandra and Harry would be double-checking the quality of the concrete. On the previous contract there had been some problems and the old contractors had lost the contract for the new freeway section. Sandra poured herself some coffee as Harry finished up some notes. Then she picked up the slump cone and clambered into Harry's pickup. As they crossed the site she recognised a truck entering the site at the contractor's entrance with a load of timber. It was the same truck that had tooted Mary at the lights. Harry pulled over and flagged the truck down as he turned to Sandra. "This is the shuttering, I'll just tell him where I want it." Sandra studied the truck driver as she stepped out of the pickup to study the safety arrangements in a large foundation excavation nearby. The trucker's piggy eyes squinted greedily as he studied Sandra's curves under her tight jeans, then he spoke to Harry. "Jeez'e buddy! Gotcha self a cute engineer." Without looking up, Harry replied. "Forget it. It's the same lady I always have and she bats for the other side." "Wha, - a lesbo!" "Yeah, summut like that. Now go and see that fork lift and ask him to unload this lumber by the Carpenters shop and then take the shuttering ply down to where they're erecting those mouldings." Harry was used to having drivers making coarse remarks about both Sandra and Mary. He usually parried them with a dismissive comment to protect the girls and allay any untoward developments. Harry was fond of the girls because Sandra had several times backed him up over mix qualities when he had expressed doubts about a batch of concrete. In one instance Harry had been threatened with the sack unless he accepted some substandard stuff and it was Sandra who had threatened to go the press. As a qualified graduate engineer, Sandra's threat was more than enough to make the bent politicians and contractors back down. Her reputation for scrupulous standards had endeared her to Harry and the highways authority. Together, she and Harry now made a pretty formidable team. Fortunately, the driver had not seen Sandra's face at the traffic lights and Mary was out of sight in the main site office. When they clambered back into the cab, Harry cursed. "He's an arsehole!" "Usual thing?" grinned Sandra. "Yeah, brains in his dick!" They arrived at the casting site and Harry went to talk with some tradesmen as Sandra took some slump samples from the delivery trucks. By the time they had finished their work it was coffee time and Mary joined them in Harry's container-cum- office. Sandra warned Mary. "That trucker you met this morning; he's unloading a pile of lumber down by the chippies. You'd best steer clear." Mary pulled face and shrugged. Sandra frowned. "I mean it. He's a right dumb-arse ape. If he recognises you, it'll be all over the site like wildfire." For an answer, Mary went to their four-by-four behind Harry's office and picked out a pair of overalls. As she slipped them on she grinned. "He won't recognise these. He was too busy staring at my crotch. I don't think he even got a good look at my face." "Well even so, take the other road back to the main office, less chance of him spotting you." Mary smiled but ignored Sandra's advice. As she left she suddenly remembered she had left her lunch box in the cab of the pickup and she stepped around the back of Harry's office container to collect it. Unfortunately, the trucker had finished delivering his load and was walking up to the back of Harry's office to get his chit signed. He recognised the pickup parked around the back just as Mary was reaching over the seat to collect her lunchbox from the middle storage locker. His piggy eyes squinted as he realised that the girl in the overalls was probably the nympho he had seen at the junction. Realising he had seen an opportunity he scuttled silently forward. As Mary slid backwards out of the cab he stepped behind her and thrust his fingers into the cleft between her legs. Mary let out a squeal of surprised delight thinking it was Sandra's hand. "Oh, you like that do you? You horny bitch!" The grin on Mary's face froze for an instant as she twisted around and realised it was not her partner. The fractional delay convinced the ape that Mary was 'up for it' and he tried to press his suite. It was only as he wrapped his arms around her that she finally recovered her wits enough to let out a squeal of revulsion. "Gerr-off you bastard!" The slow-witted trucker refused to recognise the rejection and continued forcing himself against Mary who was compelled to try and fight him off as she screamed her protests. Her fist hit him as he tried to land a kiss and he cursed furiously. "Why you fuckin' cock teaser! You were horny enough before!" "Gerroff! Gerroff you arsehole!" screamed Mary again as she kicked and scratched at her attacker. The problem was that her protests were drowned out by the sound of a large generator that had just started up. Mary continued kicking out and screaming like a thing demented but it was to no avail. The trucker had picked his opportunity well. The lock-up metal container store that housed the instruments and tools formed one wall of the little bay behind Harry's office and the giant generator formed the third side. Mary was invisible to the whole site. The trucker was as strong as he was apelike and he quickly wrapped his python like arms around Mary. Fortunately Mary still had her aluminium lunchbox in her hand and she just managed to swing the box around and split his eyebrow open. The ape gave a bellow of rage and flung her against the door of the pickup with such force that she slammed her head and sank senseless to the ground. For several seconds, the trucker considered his next act. The senseless girl lying before him was an extremely attractive proposition and he slavered to himself as he considered the opportunities available to him. Then he knelt down and fumbled feverishly with the heavy buttons and belt of Mary's tough working overalls. He tried ripping them open but the material and buttons were too strong and he simply succeeded in dragging Mary bodily across the mud as the overalls resisted his efforts. He let out a curse and resumed fiddling until he finally had the overalls peeled back and Mary's breasts exposed. His eyes widened maniacally as the soft creamy globes bounced free and her stiff pink nipples reacted to the cool air. "Oh yess!" he grunted as he eagerly fingered the stiff pink, thimble sized buds, "now let's see what you're really like where it matters." His hand resumed tugging and fumbling with the zip of her jeans then he hefted her easily upwards as he ripped off her blouse and bra. Next, he tugged both jeans and overalls down to her knees. The unconscious Mary now lay in the mud with her breasts exposed and only her frilly panties to protect her modesty. The flimsy frilly thong provided no resistance, as he ripped furiously until she lay naked and still unconscious. The site of her tight, blond, curly pubis sent a surge of lust through his loins and he grunted with satisfaction as he gaped eagerly. "That's a beauty, a real blond for once, not some chick with dyed hair." He hesitated again as he debated whether to slip his own cock out or pull her jeans and overalls right off to make the job easier. He looked around and realised that he was still invisible from any workers on the site. Having decided he was safe, he resumed tugging at Mary's jeans and cursed as the tight fitting jeans resisted his efforts. 'Fuck!' he cursed to himself, 'Why do broads wear such tight fitting stuff?' He struggled some more until finally he had her jeans off and unrestricted access to the luscious body before him. Savouring the delights now available to him he dropped his trousers to his ankles and made ready to bury his rigid cock into the delightful, unresisting pussy. His procrastinations were to cost him dearly for as he knelt down to indulge his pleasure, Sandra and Harry walked around the container to collect some tools and instruments from the store. "What the fuck?" bellowed Harry as Sandra screeched out "Mary!" The trucker twisted around and cursed as he struggled to his feet but his reactions were too slow and his trousers restricted his balance. Not for nothing was Harry the site foreman. On occasions he had to deal forcibly with fights between the laborourers and he knew a trick or two. 'Speed and freedom of movement were the advantages he had over the trucker's immense size and weight.' Spotting the giant ape's hampered predicament, Harry leapt forward before the man had time to decide whether to pull his trousers up or meet the attack. The trucker fell back as Harry's weight crashed against him and he slipped back into some deep sticky mud. He lay surprised for a moment expecting Harry to leap upon him but Harry realised he would lose the advantage if he joined the trucker in the mud. While he was standing, the trucker could not defeat him unless he removed his trousers from his ankles and that meant untying his work- boots. Realising the trucker had to both get up out of the mud again, and then remove his trousers or pull them up. Harry reckoned he had several seconds' leeway. Harry glanced around urgently until he remembered a broken packing case of tools that he had been opening earlier that morning. He frantically opened the storeroom door and thanked God that he had forgotten to re-lock it earlier. Then he leapt inside and grabbed the pinch bar he had been using to break open the metal banding on the packing case. As he disappeared momentarily into the metal container, Sandra squealed for she thought Harry was abandoning them to the brutal apelike trucker. Her squeal proved fortuitous for it distracted the trucker again just as Harry was emerging from the container with the pinch bar ready for action. The trucker was looking at Sandra debating what to do and Harry seized his second opportunity. With one swing Harry brought the pinch bar across the trucker's skull and he dropped like a pole-axed steer. "Thank fuck for that!" gulped Sandra as she returned to the still unconscious Mary. For a brief second Harry could not avert his eyes from the beautiful naked girl then he gathered his senses again as the adrenaline stopped pumping. "You'd best get her covered up. There are some new overalls in the store; those clothes are filthy. "What about him? When he wakes up, -. He'll." "I'll watch him," answered Harry as he tapped the pinch bar menacingly into the palm of his other hand. "You get the overalls then phone the police. My cell phone's in my office." "Mine's in the pickup, I'll use that. It's in the glove compartment." As Sandra picked a set of overalls from the container store, Harry reached over the still prostrate Mary and took Sandra's cellphone from the pickup. A brief call alerted police and ambulance then he told Sandra to call the electricians who had been setting up the generator. Naturally, they were angry at the scene for like most of the men, they had grown fond of the girls. Mary and Sandra had proved to be willing workers who were not afraid of dirt or discomfort. Despite their lack of physical strength they had proved well able to cope with the work they were scheduled to do. The girls were pretty and also an asset. Additionally, despite their being lesbians, they had mixed with the men after work, sharing many beers. The two electricians gathered angrily around the trucker as he started to regain consciousness. Harry realised things could get ugly. He decided to avert their anger. "Have either of you got a blanket or something to cover her," he suggested as he nodded towards Mary. "I've got some in the camper cab on my van. The wife uses them when we go hunting." "Could you get it please?" The older electrician nodded and went to his van. When he returned, Harry and the younger electrician had found some chord and tied the trucker's wrists behind his back. Sandra had helped Mary into Harry's container where she was giving her a drink of water. "I can't give you coffee darling, until they've checked you out." Eventually, the police and ambulance arrived and the situation was soon in hand. As the ambulance blared off the site, news of the attack raced around the work crews. The vast majority of men on the site were just average decent family men and news of the attack made them angry. Mary was 'their girl' and one of 'their team'. The safest place for the trucker was in the police car. Harry gave a statement to the police while Sandra accompanied Mary in the ambulance. At the Accident and Emergency ward Sandra phoned Simone and Dorie Lou as soon as she was able. "I'm at the A&E now. She's conscious but they're keeping her in for observation. There's a nasty gash to the side of her head above her ear" "We'll be over as soon as," cried Dorie Lou as she relayed the events to Simone. The pair handed over the shop to their staff and left immediately. All thoughts of pregnancy tests had been forgotten in the fright. On the way as Simone drove, Dorie Lou phoned her mother Jane and they arrived simultaneously as Sandra emerged from the reporting room. "Mary' seems OK. I've just given my statement to the duty clerk and she's emailed it to the police. They want to interview me later." "What happened?" asked an ashen faced Jane. Sandra described events and a wave of relief swept around the women as they settled in the waiting area. "I wonder when can we see her?" wondered Simone echoing all their thoughts. As they exchanged worried looks, the charge nurse appeared. "You can see her now. She's been transferred to trauma ward." The four of them hurried down the corridor to find Mary with a bandaged head and sitting up in bed. Fortunately, Mary's wounds were not serious. She was to be kept under observation for a couple of days because of the concussion. It was whilst in hospital on the second day that Mary was told she was pregnant. The doctors advised her that it was routine to check for pregnancy in case there were any complications from the trauma and there might be need for surgery with the subsequent anaesthesia. At home, because of the upset caused by Mary's experiences, Simone forgot to get pregnancy kits that first afternoon. What with visiting the hospital, to-ing and fro-ing, Sandra and Dorie Lou were not to learn of their impending motherhoods until after Mary told them of hers. It was the next evening when the girls and their 'adopted mummy' Jane Benson entered the ward to find Mary smiling despite the lump on her head. "What are you so happy about?" wondered Sandra who was secretly glad to find Mary awake and seemingly happy. Mary whispered the news in Sandra's ear and she staggered back with delight. "What! You're pregnant?" gasped Sandra as they gathered around Mary's bed. "Yes. They took tests in A&E. They told me this morning. "Dammit," squealed Dorie Lou, "That means we should be as well. There you are Simone, proof positive that your equipment works!" Simone blushed proudly as Sandra bent over her and kissed her. "I think you'd better go out now and get those testing kits." "Yes, you'd better!" commanded mother Jane reproachfully. "OK! OK! Don't get your knickers in a twist mummy!" giggled Simone as she remembered to add 'pregnancy tests, to her 'to-do' list. "Is it any wonder I forgot?" "Well I understand," agreed Jane, "we all did. Come on, that's the night sister coming on duty. It's time to go." Whilst they made their farewells, Mary smiled to herself and gently rubbed her tummy yet again as she savoured the wonder that was growing inside her. "Don't forget now, ,'ll want to know about you two by tomorrow visiting time." she called as they left. The four turned and smiled as they walked away. On the way home they stopped at the all night pharmacy and Simone bought the pregnancy kits. Out of curiosity, she bought one for herself just to see what happened when she tested her pee. The following morning the girls gathered in the bathroom to do their tests. Soon whoops of joy echoed around the apartment as Dorie Lou and Sandra confirmed their equality with Mary. To their amusement, Simone's also came out 'positive' and they gasped as Jane Benson suggested her explanation as she hugged her daughters ecstatically. "I don't understand. It must be the hormone mix when Simone was younger. She still takes a small weekly booster, so that might have caused it. I think you'll agree, the whole balance of Simone's body is different from other boys." "Well that's a given!" giggled Dorie Lou, "and viv-la-difference!" "I'll ask Doctor Wendy about it this morning. Now come on girls, it's time for work. I'll meet you outside A&E tonight. Mary might be coming out, if they're happy with her condition. We can tell her the news when we see her." At work, Sandra broke the news to Harry. "Well that's wonderful news. Might I ask who's the daddy?" "Oh, nobody you'd know." Harry smiled knowingly. He knew all about Sandra and Mary's sexuality but had no prejudices about it. "Were they, - you know, - test tube babies?" "Oh no, everything went naturally. The daddy is delighted." Harry's eyes widened with surprise. "What! You mean you both slept with uhm, - men?" "Yes, we both did, but not the sort of man you're thinking of." "What, the same man!" gasped Harry. Sandra nodded coyly. "Yes, and at the same time," she added, winding Harry up a bit more. Harry swallowed a little jealously then grinned. "Well whoever he is, he's a lucky guy. Every man on this site would give his eye teeth to father your or Mary's baby." "Oh I bet they would," grinned Sandra as she kissed Harry affectionately on the forehead. "Even me," added Harry softly with a sad little rueful smile. "Uhhm, that is if I was not married." "Why that's lovely Harry. If it had come from anybody else I'd have been offended, but from you, it's a lovely compliment. Thank you!" Harry blushed slightly and shuffled some papers to hide his discomfort. Then he changed the subject. "I suppose this means I'll be losing you in the fall." "Not for long," reassured Sandra, "We've already got the baby-care organised." "Oh! Lucky you. Do you not intend taking maternity leave then?" "Only for the birth and few weeks before as we get big. We're both pretty healthy girls so we don't expect complications. There was no harm to Mary's baby from the attack and the doctors don't expect any complications." "We can come in and do light work, you know reports and stuff." Harry smiled. "Well that's good news. I don't want to lose either of you. Fall will be a good time, what with Thanks-giving and Christmas to follow there'll be lots of time off anyway. If the weather gets really bad, the site might even shut down for a couple of weeks anyway. You know what the fall rains are like. We'll manage, I'm sure." Sandra smiled. She had been slightly worried about Harry's response but now she was reassured. She made some coffee as Harry pushed the notes aside and put his feet on the desk. "When's Mary coming back then?" "Monday probably." "What's the cut on her head like? I was worried; there was a lot of blood." "Oh it was quite deep but fortunately it's under her hair. The scar won't show." "Well that bastard trucker has been charged and sacked from the company. Apparently there was some other business that was never sorted in Georgia but now the police have got a DNA match." "Good," replied Sandra as the satisfaction hardened her voice." "D'you want the rest of the men to know about the babies?" asked Harry. "Yeah, why not?" agreed Sandra, "We can celebrate after Mary comes back Thursday night perhaps, when the men get paid." Harry grinned. Despite being a tough cookie, he liked the idea of spreading a bit of good news amongst the men. Sandra smiled knowingly. "Go on you old softy. You're just like an old maid at heart. Don't try and tell me that men don't like a bit of gossip." Harry chuckled, put down his coffee and put his jacket on as he turned and grinned. "Well, this 'old maid' has got to do his morning rounds. See you at coffee time." Naturally, Harry's news spread like wildfire and by the time Sandra had reached her concrete mixing site, everybody was smiling and congratulating her. That evening Mary was discharged and the five girls decided on an evening in just savouring the sheer pleasure of learning their news and planning their futures. The biggest item was Simone's desire to breast feed her babies. Dorie Lou, Sandra and Mary were delighted to oblige and secretly savoured the idea of their baby's daddy becoming the milk cow to their babies. "Are you going to find out the sexes of my grandchildren?" asked Jane. "It's too early yet," countered Sandra, "All in good time." "Are you going to feed the babies too?" Dorie Lou asked her mother Jane. "I should hope so. I hope nobody objects." "You'll have to," observed Simone, "I don't think I'll have enough milk for three babies." Simone turned questioningly to Sandra and Mary. "Are you happy for mummy to help?" Mary and Sandra exchanged glances then grinned and shrugged. "Why not," offered Sandra? "The more the merrier, I say," added Mary. Jane Benson gave a secret sigh of relief. She was glad that one major hurdle had been easily cleared. With this issue resolved, she went to make the nightcaps. As she prepared to dose each drink Dorie Lou tapped her arm and whispered. "Not tonight mummy. Let Mary get over her injury and let's make sure the drugs don't affect the foetuses first." Jane paused then nodded. "Yeah, perhaps you're right. I wasn't thinking. Let's give the little darlings a chance to grow normally. God knows what the drugs might do to the precious things." "Exactly," agreed Dorie Lou, "They could be turned into permanent nymphomaniacs or something. Look what happens to the babies of drug addicts." Jane Benson was shocked at the thought and felt a wave of guilt as the idea sent a shudder through her body. 'She might have permanently damaged her grandchildren'! That night, Sandra and Mary tried several times to get Simone horny but it was to no avail. Simone's boy clitty simply refused to co-operate and the lesbian pair were forced to resort to their own familiar tried and tested techniques. Simone was a little disappointed and cuddled up to Dorie Lou for comfort. It was then that Dorie Lou had another worrying thought. 'Could the 'love drugs' have affected Simone's sperm?' she wondered. She decided she needed to speak to Doctor Wendy, Simone's endocrinologist. The following morning while Simone was busy in the stock room with new deliveries, Dorie Lou called Doctor Wendy. "No darling, I can't see any reason why it should," replied Doctor Wendy reassuringly. "The chemicals don't work like that. I've been involved ever since your mother Jane told me about the new drug and I've run my own tests to check stuff like this out. So far I've found no side effects and I honestly don't expect to. However, for peace of mind, I'll be attending a conference over your way next month. Perhaps you could siphon off a sample of Simone's sperm and I could check it out." "I'm not sure any of us can wait that long," sighed Dorie Lou, "she's got such a delicious cock, we've all become addicted to it." "Well no further harm can come to your babies now from Simone's sperm," advised Doctor Wendy, "They're already conceived and gestating. You can administer the drug to Simone anyway. Wasn't that the main purpose of the drug anyway?" Dorie Lou thumped her forehead with frustration. "Why of course! Stupid me! I'll give her dose tonight." "Why not?" encouraged Doctor Wendy, "Grab it while you can, you might be too uncomfortable as your pregnancies progress and your tummies swell." Dorie Lou smiled as the delicious thoughts filled her mind. "Mmm, I think these are going to be the nicest few months of our lives. Thanks Doctor Wendy, see you when you come over." "See you soon. Enjoy." They exchanged kisses over the phone and Dorie Lou replaced the receiver just as Simone appeared from the stock room with some new lingerie in her arms. "Oooh, they look nice," cooed Dorie Lou. "Which stuff is that?" "Toni and Paula have sent it. Yes it is nice, isn't it? Who was that you were talking to?" "That was Doctor Wendy. I was just telling her the good news. Your equipment works." "Oh, yes, nice isn't it. Are you excited as well?" smiled Simone. "Of course I am. You should be so proud." Dorie Lou and Simone hugged each other tightly until some customers entered and one of the two counter girls coughed discreetly. They parted reluctantly then Dorie Lou greeted the mother and her daughter with a wide genuine smile of happiness while Simone showed the Italian lingerie to the counter girls. They were discussing where it would best be displayed when Dorie Lou brought the customers to see the new stock. "Yes madam, Italian and just in, absolutely perfect for the wedding night." The daughter's eyes widened eagerly as she fingered the beautiful material. Simone smiled to the counter girls as they recognised the 'must have' signs in the daughter's eyes. Most of the stock was still in the packing cases and already it looked as though it would be flying off the shelves. The bride to be, demanded that she be allowed to see the whole range and Simone was kept busy with one of the assistants as the bride to be eagerly checked out the designs. She turned to her mother and whispered and the mother frowned nervously before turning to Dorie Lou. "My daughter would like to see what it looks like. Do any of your staff do modelling?" Dorie Lou's eyes widened with surprise as she stammered nervously. "Well, - uhm, no actually. There's never uhm been a call for it. The customers usually just check it out in the changing room mirrors." The mother had obviously shopped at some high-class stores and a wrinkle of disappointment crossed her brow. Dorie Lou could see a good sale going begging and searched her mind desperately for an idea. She excused herself briefly and beckoned to Jeanette one of the shop girls. "Do any of you have any experience of modelling lingerie?" she whispered urgently, "The daughter wants to see what it looks like on a model." Jeanette looked shocked and fretted nervously. "I'm not a model, I'm paid as a counter assistant. What if a man walked in? Besides, I don't know how to model, the way they walk and stuff." Dorie Lou bit her lip with frustration as Simone appeared with more samples from the storeroom. Simone recognised Dorie Lou's dilemma and paused. "What's wrong?" "The mother, she's shopped in some fancy Hollywood stores and she wants a fashion parade." "What! Of lingerie, what's wrong with the changing room mirrors?" Dorie Lou glanced over her shoulder and noticed the mother getting impatient. "Look, we're going to lose a sale here if we don't improvise. Can't you do a turn? You've got the slenderest figure." "What! You want me to give them a show?" squeaked Simone, "What's wrong with Janet or Bridget? You're all taller than me!" "Janet's too shy and Bridget's too fat. Besides, Janet says she wasn't employed to be a model. She would expect more money and our funds don't run to any higher salaries yet. Can you do it pleease?" begged Dorie Lou. Simone took a deep breath then reluctantly agreed. "OK then, but it'll have to be in the stock room. Jeanette's right; what if a man walked in?" "No the light's not good enough in there. You can do it in the changing room area. It's big enough to give them a twirl." "Oh Ok then, just pray that I don't get horny or something." Dorie Lou let out a long sigh of relief. She knew Simone could not get horny without the 'love drug'. "Brilliant! Darling you're a brick. Here, these are the ones she wants to see." Simone took the lingerie and stepped into the changing room while Dorie Lou explained to the mother. "We don't have a proper full-time model. We're only a small store. My partner has agreed to model the items but she's not a full-time professional and she's never done this kind of thing before. The other staff are too shy." The mother smiled condescendingly. "Well you should consider the idea. There isn't a descent lingerie store in the whole town that runs a proper fashion service. I can recommend someone who could model for you on a limited basis. Say two days a week. She's looking for some extra work and her rates are reasonable." "Well, we're really just starting up," protested Dorie Lou, "funds don't run to that sort of service just yet." "She could work on a 'no sale, no fee' basis to start with," suggested the mother. Dorie Lou considered the idea but reserved judgement. Then a soft call from the changing area told her that Simone was ready to take a turn through the changing room area. "I'm ready." Dorie Lou invited the mother and daughter into the changing room foyer and the counter assistants pulled up a pair of chairs. Simone took her cue and stepped nervously into the corridor that led from the changing rooms. The mother's lips pursed critically at Simone's technique but the daughter let out a squeak of pleasure. "Why that's just so beautiful. I knew it was right from the very start." Dorie Lou was tempted to demand that if she had been happy from the start, why did she want a fashion parade, but she bit her lip and kept her silence. Anyway, she felt the mother had a point. It might be a good idea to have an haute couture service. End of Chapter Thirteen - To Be Continued - Feedback Appreciated !!