ACT 1 -- Nurture your females
Chapter 1 -- Angels
Veronica, Ronnie to her friends, Kelleher sat contemplating the advertisement on the screen in front of her for the longest time that her mind failed to note the passing of the postie as she sped past on her little delivery hover. Not that Ronnie was expecting any mail, goodness knows, most of her friends had electronic contact with the lonely woman that sat in the enormous house deep in the bushland south of Brisbane.
The house had been built by her late husband, George, who wanted a big home to have kids in and it had to be near water so that he could take his boat out for his weekly fishing trips. So the big house had been built on the banks of the deep wide Corkscrew Creek. The creek had been named because of the twisting and winding way it coursed through the hills and finally out into the ocean. The land had once been part of that ocean, but shifts in the tectonic plates caused a great deal of destruction along the coast, particularly in the densely populated region that was once know as Paradise something or other.
A mountain range had pushed in close to the old coastline and raised the ocean floor making the coastline appear to have a big bulge. She laughed to herself at the memory of George telling her it was Queensland's balls. The soft giggles turned, as they had been quite a lot lately, into tears as she grieved for the man that had been suddenly struck down by a virulent form of meningitis that had claimed his life in days after he contracted it. It was one of those things, the doctors had told her. There was no-one to blame, sometimes ancient diseases popped up and people were unlucky. Ronnie hated the fact that it was her George that had been unlucky.
The house was empty. No children roamed the spacious yard. The six bedrooms George had insisted on having, telling her that they would be full of little ones, remained empty. Oh they had tried. For just about every day of their 50 year marriage they had tried. Doctors told her that it wasn't anyone's fault, they were both healthy and quite capable of having children. It just seemed that the fates didn't want to reward them for their diligent application to the task of procreation. George had refused to participate in any artificial means of creating children, he firmly believed in natural creation. In the end he had told her that maybe something was telling them that they were meant for other things besides raising children.
They had tried to adopt, but the waiting lists had been too long. Everyone it seemed wanted to have children, whether they were their own or someone else's. Ronnie and George Kelleher just never seemed to get high enough on the lists. Until today. The phone call she had gotten from the enthusiastic agent at the adoption agency was the last straw. The beaming woman's face had fallen when Ronnie told her that George had died three years ago. Regretfully the agent had told Ronnie that she would now have to take her off the lists. Ronnie had simply nodded and cut the connection.
Now there was an advertisement:
"Young single man requires part time housekeeper and gardener for home in eastern Brisbane, prefer person with broad-minded and happy outlook."
Something about the two simple lines appealed to her. A part of her mind told her that she would be competing against hundreds of applicants because of the sex and age of the employer and she would be too old. Another told her that she needed to do something otherwise the large store of alcohol that George insisted on maintaining in the house would start to rapidly disappear. It was a vision of herself drunkenly sitting on the veranda of the house crying for her deceased mate that frightened her most. She sent off the application she had been procrastinating about for the past two days with a flick of her right index finger.
Going about her normal days, cleaning and washing, she forgot all about the application until an attractive brown haired, brown eyed woman rang her a week later. The woman asked if she would like to come and see the house. Her heart missed a beat as she nervously spoke to the woman who introduced herself as Kelsey Gilroy and filled her in on the man who needed a housekeeper. Kelsey's easy laugh and obvious love for the man that she joked with her about and his hopelessness in looking after himself and his house, made Ronnie's hopes of being a part of someone else's life again soar. They agreed to meet the next day and she quickly took down the address code.
Kelsey Gilroy cut the connection to Ronnie Kelleher with a thoughtful frown. Something about the older woman and her sad eyes, despite the happy face, touched her and she hoped that the woman would be far more suitable than the dozen applicants that they had met so far. She giggled to herself as she thought,
I wonder if she is going to handle the scrutiny of three women and a feisty red curly haired little girl better than the ones so far.
"She was sad, Mummy," that same little girl said to her as she turned back towards the lounge room in Sydney's house.
"Yes, Jenny, she did seem a little bit didn't she?" her mother replied giving the little curls a soft ruffle. "Maybe working here will make her happier!" she added as Jenny brushed her paints across a bright blue sky in her drawing.
"She will Mummy," said the girl as she walked over to the mat and pointed to a possum in the branches just above the one she had already named Ian.
Kelsey smiled, her little girl was making it certain.
Jo, her soft wavy brown hair tousled, her eyes barely open as she slowly awoke, looked at the chest barely rising and falling beside her. The strong muscles relaxed as the man slept. A smile split her face as her tongue moistened her lips. Wickedly she let her body slip further down the bed under the covers.
"Jo you cannot possibly want anymore," the man sighed as he felt a hot mouth encircle his flaccid penis.
There was no answer except for the low hum from her throat as she sucked his full length into her mouth. It was the only time she could get it all in, when he was soft and partly asleep. She heard him sigh as she feasted, her tongue only gently awakening his cock. She savoured their combined tastes with a strange contentment as he tried his best to keep himself soft in her hot mouth.
Eventually the flesh began to swell. Jo suddenly decided that her pussy was definitely not up for anymore of his lovemaking, gentle or otherwise and quickly scrambled from under the covers and into the shower across the closed off passageway.
Her nudity as she flashed across the hallway didn't bother anyone in the home and besides the new hallway privacy door had been installed while Sydney had been away so no-one could see her heavy breasts or shaven pussy as she entered the bathroom. She felt him move into the shower behind her and threw him the big soft washer that he caught with a grin and began to massage her back with it. By the time he had worked his way down to her dainty feet and washed them she was tingling. His attention again, he had already washed there, between her legs and the crevice of her firm rump almost tempted her to let him have her in the shower but with a smile she pushed his hands away. "Got more interviews today Syddy, no more play time."
The man groaned. "Couldn't you just pick Mandy?"
"The one with the huge tits, nice arse and come to bed eyes!" she exclaimed.
"What was wrong with her?" he asked nodding.
"Let me put it this way baby, this," she grabbed his half inflated cock firmly, "would never be up that arse you couldn't keep your eyes off!"
"Why not?" he asked with a grin as he rocked his hips a little letting his cock slide through the soapy hands of the big chested nurse in front of him.
She watched his eyes close a little as she tightened her grip making the movement a little more pleasurable for him as her hands slid the full length of his now hard cock. "Because when she saw your bedspread she almost threw up and ran out the door," she giggled as her hands began to rapidly stroke him.
"Oh," he groaned. She wasn't sure if it was in comprehension of what she had told him about the reason for the rejection of the big titted applicant or because of the pleasure she was giving him with her hands. She knelt as she watched his face begin to show that his explosion was imminent.
Sydney's cum hit her wide open mouth as she held him, his hands had stayed firmly by his sides as Jo had taught him her likes. The nurse liked to be able to handle him without his reaching for her hands to guide her strokes, especially when he ejaculated. She liked to control the big man giving her his cream. Not that she often got the chance. In some ways she preferred to be controlled by him, but Sydney wasn't quite as educated about these things as she was. Washing the last of the soap from his cock she kissed him as she stepped from the shower telling him to hurry up.
Ronnie Kelleher was enchanted with the little red haired girl who met her at the door. "Come in Mrs Kelleher," she had said when she had pressed the permission to enter button marked on the small console at the front gate. She noted the other buttons for deliveries and messages, she giggled as she saw the one marked, "Angel" and was almost tempted to press it.
"She would have been surprised if she had!" remarked Jo to Kelsey as they had watched the older woman checking the calling system that Sydney had designed for the entry to his home. Deliveries allowed the person to indicate if a signature was required or if the item could simply be placed in the large container that slid forward from under the house to take it. Messages allowed the visitor to leave a message if no-one answered the Permission to Enter button.
Angel was for the constant stream of women that called in once they had found out that Sydney had returned home from his trips away. The woman would be directed to say her name and subject for tutoring. These were matched to Alfred's database and dependant upon the woman they would be allowed to request further from a new menu that appeared.
Some of Syddy's Angels had very direct and had specific needs. Jo had watched several girls get directed to the garage under the house where they would be met by a rampant Sydney who would watch them strip, masturbate and then leave. Some of course simply raced through the opened door and spent as long as they wished with the big man in his house. The generous handsome man who loved them all and treated them as princesses no matter how earthy their needs.
