October 31, 1997 (when I started writing this story)
I've had this one around awhile, and have two more chapters (unfinished). Got a little wordy in places, but still plenty of sex. Let me know what you think.
Henhouse part 1
Hi, my name is Mike, I own a large house near a sizable Liberal Arts College. My wife, Mary, and I bought it about six years ago, with the intention of making it in to a bed and breakfast inn. Before we got very far though, she was diagnosed as having cancer. We hurriedly fixed up six sleeping rooms upstairs, and started renting them to college students. With my wife ailing, we were unable to supply meals, but did allow full use of the kitchen and large dining room. At my wife's insistence we only rented to female students, thinking they would be less rowdy and destructive. I have never regretted her decision!
One of our standing rules was, no boys on the second floor, just in the kitchen and dining rooms. Around campus, we received the nickname of 'Henhouse', since no 'Roosters' were allowed. Any boys who came to take out a girl, had to come to the front door, and pass through me. I wasn't mean to the boys, and even got to know some of them quite well. I was mainly concerned that I knew who the girls were dating. I received my share of kidding from the girls, though they never seemed to really mind.
One of my ongoing projects at that time, was to transform a large upstairs closet into a community shower room, to free up the small downstairs bathroom for me. I removed an unused chimney to run the pipes up, and installed a ladder from the basement, to ease installation. It was as I neared completion, that I realized that I had a perfect spot from which to spy on the girls shower room!
With my wife's slowly sinking health, we hadn't had sex in over six months. I was very bored with the sex magazines, and avoided being seen at the local strip clubs. I spent many an evening glued to one of the several view ports I had installed. I was also very pleased with the indirect lighting installed along the floor, for leg shaving I reasoned, which also illuminated the darkest crotch! I never told anyone of my activities, especially the fact that I masturbated wildly, as I drooled over these tender young pussies being soaped, rubbed, and even shaved inches from my face!
My wife's health continued to fail, until it finally became necessary to place her in a full care nursing home. The insurance covered most of the cost, and the rent income had finally paid off the initial loans for the construction. I then invested in some needed improvements. First, video cameras were installed in my pussy viewing nest. Next, motion detectors in the shower, turned on the lights, and the cameras! I also installed a whole house intercom system, with part of it just for the girls personal use upstairs. My only joy during this time of misery, was to return from visiting my wife, and finding a full tape waiting for me at night!
I enjoyed watching the girls day to day activities, and began to notice things. Like when they were menstruating, they showered alone, usually later at night. I could tell when they were close, they would use liners. And, when flowing, they always had the string of their tampon showing.
It was during our second year of operation, when Cindy had her 'little problem'. She had been one of the first girls to rent from us, and had reserved her same room for this year. It was near the end of the first term, when I noticed she was consistently showering very late. She had been wearing panty liners for a week, and seem very disappointed that she wasn't leaking yet So, I guess Cindy and I figured out at about the same time ... she was pregnant!
My wife and I had always encouraged the girls to confide in us, which I continued. With my wife so ill, the girls would talk to me as a kind of substitute father. This was especially true with Cindy, since her father had died five years earlier, in a car accident. She walked into my living room, the next night, closing the door behind her. I usually left this door open, to encourage visits from the girls. Only if privacy was needed, would the door be shut.
Even though I knew what she wanted to discuss, I waited for her to mention it. The story spilled out about Jeff, her current boy friend. He had managed to talk her into going to his apartment. One thing lead to another, they had sex, she was pregnant. Simple, but devastating to Cindy. She cried, as I hugged her. She sobbed as I remembered her, naked and crying, in the shower room last night. I asked her if she wanted to call her mother, she shook her head. Seems her mother had warned her about not getting pregnant early, like she had. Her mother had such high hopes for Cindy, she was sure she would be very disappointed.
I approached from a different angle, and mentioned Jeff. This made her almost explode! It seems that Jeff had no further use for her, since he knocked her up. He was only interested in putting another notch on his bedpost.
I then tried the straight to the heart of the matter. Did she want to keep the baby? Was she going to drop out of college? Would she ever get another chance to attend later? And, to myself, I wondered if I had seen her trim, sexy body for the last time.
Cindy was sure she would never get back to college, if she left. She was also sure her mother would be understanding, though disappointed. And, no, she did not want the baby!
I told her that she should think about what we had discussed for a few days. And, I would talk to a Doctor, I knew in town, about her problem. She hugged me close, and made me promise to not tell anyone, especially her mother. I agreed, as I enjoyed the feeling of her firm young tits pressed against my chest!
That Friday night, after all the other girls were out on their dates, Cindy joined me in the Living room. I had some material from the Planned Parenthood Agency, and the name of the Doctor, who promised complete discretion. Since Cindy was legally an adult, and abortion was legal, there were no problems in obtaining an abortion. As we talked, I casually mentioned to Cindy that I had a vasectomy after my wife had our second child. She commented that she would like to give Jeff one, using two dirty bricks! She seemed mad enough to do it that night.
Plans were made, and a schedule was put into place. A visit to the Doctor confirmed what we already knew, Cindy was pregnant. The in office procedure would be preformed on the Monday before Thanksgiving, when everyone would be home for the holidays. Cindy told her mother that she was staying at school to study with some friends. This was all the more believable since her grades had been suffering since the onset of her pregnancy.
When we arrived at the office, I thought my job would be to wait in the waiting room. Cindy wouldn't hear of it! I was to remain at her side through the whole procedure. I washed and donned surgical scrubs, then joined Cindy, who was already strapped into the stirrups, and covered with a light paper sheet. I could vividly imagine every curve and hair beneath that sheet! I kissed her forehead and told her I would be there for her. I held her hand, as they gave her a sedative, which put her into a mild sleep. I did move behind the Doctor once, to gaze upon Cindy's upturned and spread pussy. I was shocked by its appearance, they had shaved the hair from the opening, and bloody discharge stained her entire crotch and thighs! I was again standing by her head, when she came back around.
"Mike?" She asked weakly. "Is it over?"
"Almost, baby." "Everything is going to be fine."
She smiled, sighed, squeezed my hand slightly, then faded back to sleep. I looked to the Doctor, who had just finished packing the dressings. He asked me if there was someone to watch her and remove the dressings in about six hours. I informed him it would be me, which caused his eye brow to raise a little. I informed him that, I was not the father of the baby, but I did feel like the father of the mother. He nodded and said that as long as someone monitored her temperature and removed the dressings to avoid infection, she was ready to leave.
She was still quite groggy, when we made it home, I took her to my bedroom. She wanted to go to her room, but I flatly refused. I told her that I needed to watch over her and she was in no condition to climb stairs. She was unable to muster any argument, and gratefully collapsed on the bed. I covered her with blankets and lowered the shades. I worried all day, and a call from Cindy's mother wanting her to call, didn't help.
It was almost time to remove the dressings, when Cindy awakened. I was sitting nearby drinking tea and reading, when she turned to me. I smiled and asked if she needed anything. She informed me that she had to go to the bathroom and she was hungry.