65: Sunday September 27, 2043 2000 hours CST: Larger Than Life
"You may wander the estate freely. Please do not pick any of the flowers or fruit or pester the wildlife." The docent of the estate was droning on and on about the rules. There had been champagne, and Zach needed to take a leak.
It was the Sunday evening after Colleen's Friday night pregnancy party. Alexis had gotten her positive results that morning. She had something planned, she informed them all. She demanded they all show up at this Feffenhoffer plantation estate outside Houston.
The seventeen of them were there, both crews and Becky. There were a lot of other people in the crowd with them. They were all listening to this dreary guy talk about the birds on the estate. It was already an hour after dark. They were probably not going to go outside or see many birds.
As Zach listened to the docent drone on, he reviewed his insemination schedule in his head. Anming had been last night and this morning. He'd caught up to Michaela during the day today. Tonight and tomorrow morning were devoted to Becky.
Zach felt another twinge in his bladder and decided to wander off and find a restroom. There was a promising-looking hallway off to the side. It looked like part of the restored portion of the mansion that might house the added facilities. He wandered along a long hallway. Sure enough, near the end on the left, he found a door marked "Gentlemen."
The public restroom within was modest. A couple of urinals, toilet stalls, and sinks were crowded into the small room. He unzipped and peed into the urinal next to the wall. As he did, a portion of the wall paneling slid back. It revealed a three inch diameter hole at a suggestive level.
He was done, so he quickly shook off and zipped up. "Hello?" he said to the hole. Was this some kind of peeper? He peered into the hole, but it was just dark.
A woman's vulva pressed itself against the hole. All vulvas were pretty to Zach, but this one seemed especially pretty. It was not spread wide. It was just in its resting state. It was not very hairy, nor did it look shaved. It had obvious prominent inner lips, those little tabs some women had. One drooped a little more than the other. This vulva had character! The woman was darker complexioned. Perhaps she was black. But a lot of Asian and Latina women also had dark tips, as he thought of them. It was like the coloring of a Siamese cat. Except in the case of women, it was pussies rather than ears, face, and paws. The owner of the lovely vulva rocked it back and forth against the hole, as if to suggest, "Touch me!"
Zach carefully washed and dried his hands. The vulva adamantly stayed put. At the very least he should investigate it a little. If the attention was unwanted, it could always withdraw. He held the inner lips gently but firmly by their convenient finger-sized tabs and spread them gently. The vulva thus revealed was juicy but not generally moist. He loved the flushed pink inner coloring, a brilliant contrast to the dark outer coloring. Yum! Like a chocolate covered cherry. This vulva had been thinking juicy thoughts. Perhaps it had even been pleasured through clothing. But nobody had recently opened this bad girl up and spread out this juiciness nice and smooth.
It was generally a healthy thing to spread this lubrication around. Keeping the vulva well spread with the fingers of one hand, Zach spread the woman's wet with a finger. A high pitched moan came from behind the wall. It sounded like a younger woman, teens or twenties, but one could never really tell from a moan. He dabbed his finger in the reservoir of excitement welled in her vagina. He gently painted it across her vulva until it glistened with slick moisture. She had plenty of it. He gave her sloppy little urethra an extra little circular caress. Then, what the heck, a few laps with his slick finger around her straining erect clitoris. It was displaying itself proudly from under its tightly drawn hood. It seemed to throb with delight as he stroked it. She had such a beautiful vulva. What made it even more beautiful was that it was now absolutely quivering with sexual tension.
The woman pressed her spread vulva hard against the hole. Given this insistent gesture, not wanting to disappoint, Zach knelt. He took a good whiff. This lovely snatch had a nice gingery spicy aroma. She'd had something gingery for dinner. He ventured a taste. It was definitely ginger. He got his mouth in there and kissed the area between clitoris and urethra gently. He stroked his tongue up and down it. The woman moaned as his tongue and lips worked on her. He gently sucked and nibbled on her inner lips. He had a big tongue compared to this little vulva. He spread his tongue and tasted and lapped at the whole thing. As the woman tensed, he focused in on licking and sucking her whole clitoris and urethra region. The woman behind the wall quivered and orgasmed with an interesting sound, "Heeeeuh! Heeeeuh! Heeeeuh! Heeeeuh! Uh!" It was a nice long one, and sounded satisfying. Almost as if she were embarrassed, the vulva abruptly disappeared.
Zach backed off to find a silent dark hole again. "Thank you," he said, but received no response. He rinsed off his fingers and face, then left the bathroom to investigate.
There was a corridor off to the left just after the bathroom door. He couldn't remember if it had been there before. There appeared to be just the thickness of a wall between the bathroom and the corridor. There was no room for the glory hole woman. It must be an optical illusion. He glanced back into the bathroom, and the hole had closed. It was still barely visible, but looked like an ordinary patch in the drywall.
A young woman in a wheelchair sped up to him from along the hallway. "The cards are going to catch up to me!" she said in a panicky voice.
Grabbing the handles of her wheelchair and speeding her around the corner and away, Zach asked, "What are you talking about?"
"Well, they're going to catch me," she said.
Zach found an unlocked side door in the hall. It looked like a supply closet. He wheeled the young woman in and shut the door behind them. The door had a push button lock on the inside, and he locked it. Gently he spun the panicked girl around and asked her, "Now what is this about?"
She smiled brightly at him. She was a blonde girl, thin and petite, with big eyes. She had on an early twentieth century period outfit. It was a blue summer dress and black patent leather shoes. "Good, we got away from the queen and her card guards," she said. "I'm Alice, by the way, but really I'm Carol. And you are?"
"Doctor Zachary Carson, at your service," said Zach.
"Oh, no way!" Carol breathed. "You're perfect! Come here." She reached up and grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket to pull him closer. "May I?" she asked. Not waiting for a response, she popped the velcro of his shirt at the bottom. She stroked the cool palm of one hand across his bare abs. "This is wild," she giggled.
"So you're Alice in Wonderland?" asked Zach.
"I can make the transition from fantasy to science fiction," Carol breathed. "I hope this is the part where we get it on, 'Doctor Zach Carson'," she said. "Ever since those beach images they shot... well... I'm ready." She dragged his hand under her dress. Her panties had a nice little wet spot developing. She looked up into his eyes. "But before, tell me your real name. I told you mine. Since we're... you know."
Carol thought Zach was playing a character. "No, I really am the real Zach Carson."
"I appreciate your dedication to your craft," Carol said. "I won't pry further. In the interests of scientific accuracy, I'm pretty sure the real Zach Carson doesn't have a dick this big." With a gleeful grin, she shamelessly stroked his semi-erect penis through his pants. "Best twentieth birthday present ever!" she squeaked. "You could be his twin, though, honestly," she encouraged. "He spoke at my university once. I saw him from about a hundred feet away. You're taller, and, well..." She stroked his hardening cock again.
"How did you get the wheelchair?" Zach asked.
