Barb wanted nothing to do with him.
"I'm a lesbian for goddess's sake! I don't fuck men. And I don't want you fucking men. You might develop a habit you can't break."
Aylean was taking no crap.
"We're not talking men, we're talking A man, actually, a donor. Once we have our donation we're done. And he's not just any man, he's your second cousin, your DNA."
Barb shook her head, hard.
"Why can't we just do it the usual turkey baster way? How come you have to have dick in you? No matter how great the kid is I am going to have that scene that I am not part of stuck in my mind the kid's whole life.
"But you will."
"Will what? Think about it? Damn straight I will."
"No, you are going to be part of the conception, too."
"You mean they got some new kind of strap on that I can use that will squirt just in the right place at the right time?"
"Hey, that's an idea. We could patent that. Little chamber just the right temperature. Bulb or trigger you can squeeze... I like it."
"But..."
"But that isn't the idea. It's more like a...a...
"Threesome."
"Yeah, I guess...for want of a better word."
"And just how would this ménage work so that I don't get grossed out?"
Aylean was positive that she was at the peak of her fertility that night. Her temperature was right, her nipples were a little sore, and she really was in the mood to fuck. In fact, at lunchtime, in a corner of the warehouse behind some big cartons of toilet paper, she had got herself off so hard she wet her pants. Fortunately an eighteen-wheeler roared into the dock just as she came, because her whoop was that loud.
She had worked the whole thing out with Casey. She was so ready. That wasn't the hard part. The hard part was getting Barb ready. The deal was that Casey would not appear until the absolute last moment. A key word and he would pop in the side entrance just in time to do the seed deed and slip out again. Those were Barb's terms. That's what Aylean told Barb was going to happen.
But Aylean wasn't dumb. She knew men. She had had her time with men and then moved on. But she knew how they worked. A rigid pecker doesn't just come ready-made in the door, full of fertile sperm, ready to spout. A healthy, mature guy can use a bit of warming up, just like a woman. Aylean had offered to have her friend Marcie come over and be a "fluffer' like they called them in porno movies, somebody to get Casey excited. She knew Marcie would pay good money for the privilege.
Casey had nixed it. Too many cooks. But he was grateful when Aylean offered to find a way he could watch them unobserved, a comfortable chair in the corner, half hidden behind a wicker dresser. He would have to wear a big silk kimono she bought just for the occasion, so he would blend in with the Asian flavor of her room décor. He also had to do one other thing. Aylean had other conditions. He had to shave his chest and his legs.
"I feel that hairy mat against my back and I'm gonna freak. You're smooth I can pretend you are Lurleen my ex ex. She was ripped and she was tall and she liked to take me from the back with a nice strapon. It should work.
Everything was ready. Miles Davis on the pod, filling the apartment. Nothing but candles. Aylean got a special outfit for Barb, a little butch, a little femme, suede with lace, a low scooped neckline to show off the crisp lines of her collar bones and the plump mounds beneath them. It worked. But she was not allowed to put it on until Aylean had taken her into the shower and scrubbed her from soles to scalp with a loofah and some natural bath oil. Aylean had considered a nice long, sexy bath, but she didn't want Barb relaxed. She wanted her pumped, wired, ready to spark.
She pinched Barb's round bubs and her tight ass cakes. She scratched her back and she tickled her a.h.
Barb begged Aylean to get on her knees in the streaming water and eat her box until she squirted and slid down the wall. That was one of their favorite games. But tonight Aylean would allow none of it. She wanted her woman fired up and hard. She wanted Barb to do her best to drill this baby into her. She wanted her so stoked that when the time came for Casey's little donation Barb would hardly notice. She'd be too intoxicated with lust, too damn busy.
"Bitch tease. A little cuntly warm up won't make you crack an egg. Just a taste, please?"
But Aylean would have none of it. She wanted to feed her gal, nothing too fancy, but nourishing, the stuff Barb loved.
So the steak was expensive and rare, so soft you could poke a finger through the soft meat. Barb did it. Picked the thick T-bone up by the bone and poked her carefully clipped middle finger through the meat.
"Suck my rod, honey."
"Aylean boldly took the whole finger into her mouth and sucked the gravy off it until her lips were up against the hot meat. Fiercely, she gnawed right into the steak, leaving a sizeable hole."
"You asked for it babe. But I'm generous. If you don't get enough you can eat some of mine."
They tried to eat slowly, but it was almost impossible. The big salad with thick ruddy slices of tomato and crunchy croutons disappeared in a flash, as did the thick baked potatoes loaded with butter, sour cream and chives. Most of a bottle of Beaujolais disappeared. Aylean fed Barb a large helping of a creamy, obscene tiramisu. Some of it she spooned into the hollow of Barb's collar bones, licking it off as it oozed down her ample breasts.
Aylean was playfully slapping at her gal's strong hands as they tried to sneak into any available crevice even though she was so eager for those firm digits to push up into her, to feel them dig deep into her ass, and squeeze her bubs until the nipples gleamed shiny and tight. She wanted those strong white teeth on her tender nips. She wanted that tongue to dance everywhere.
But she held Barb off, waiting, listening. It was as though she could feel that tender egg ripening inside her body, as though she knew that there would be a moment, an aching moment when it would release from its little sac and start down to her womb and at that moment she wanted to come. She wanted Barb to come too, both of them lost in a hard-soft kiss that was so deep they couldn't reach the bottom of it.
Aylean had frozen beside the table, the last spoonful of the dessert in her hand.
"What's the matter, hon?" Barb was squeezing her hand.
Aylean filled her mouth with the last bite of the creamy concoction and let it drift down her throat before she spoke.
"I am so ready for this. I'm on fire."
"Come on. Burn me up." Barb growled into the side of her neck.
Locked hip to hip they moved dreamily into the bedroom, now and again stopping for a deep wet kiss. Finally, they reached the end of the bed. They were totally unaware of Casey waiting quietly in his corner.
Casey tried to keep his breathing light as Barb began to undress Aylean. The two women were so different, and yet there was a magic energy that seemed almost to turn them into one being. Barb was sturdy, but with a dancer's arms and legs, cut, showing smooth, toned muscle whenever she moved. The hair on her head was cropped into a short curly mop, the hair on her bush a neat triangle.
Aylean was gypsy dark, with eyelids heavy and seductive. Her breasts were thick and meaty and crowned with purple domes rising like puff pastry to the marshmallows on top. Her hips were wide and her belly accented by a deep groove that ran from her breastbone down into a mop of dark curls. When she moved her ass danced in all directions.
Barb very slowly drew the strap of Alylean's silky peach dress off her rounded shoulder, kissing the firm flesh as it was revealed inch by inch. As the second shoulder was released the slippery fabric slid down Alyean's dark amber skin and puddled around her feet. Under the dress she wore a teddy as filmy and close fitting as a second skin. Her high breasts seemed to be imitating those of a nursing mother, pushing out against the thin fabric as though bursting with rich milk.
"My nipples!" Aylean cried with her eyes closed as Barb's hand brushed the left one. Barb could not wait for the silk to be gone. She lowered her head and took the tight cone in her lips, silk and all, mouthing the filmy stuff until it was soaked and tickled and revealed the deep maroon puckered corolla.
Aylean felt her womb clench until it ached, her lower lips thicken and weep until the fabric was slick. Her thighs turned to butter and grew so weak she sank to the bed strewn with rose petals.
Barb fell on her and filled her mouth with a powerful kiss that melted into a serious tongue battle. Their bodies tangled in a loving wrestling match, each trying to get the top hold, to work the other until she burst under the swift pressure of rubbing fingers and hot mouth.
Usually, Aylean couldn't wait for Barb to go down on her, especially as she began to lubricate. She itched for Barb to cup her strong lips over the whole of her mons, tongue lapping up the thickening honey as it began to pour. She needed to feel Barb's thick tongue dig in and spread the inner lips as far apart as they could go. But much as she needed that hot mouth she wanted that swamp to be slick and fertile and ready for the seed that was soon to swim up into it. So every time Barb's mouth began the descent onto her belly she dug her fingers into the thick curls on either side of Barb's head and pulled her up to disappear in a deep kiss.
Then she took over, surprising her sturdy partner with her fierce moves, shoving Barb back deep into the coverlet, pinning her arms to the bed, eating each nipple until it knotted into a tight bead and the pink carolla around it was puckered tight and buffed red.
