The Bridge Ch 19 Tuttlehills/maoo

The Bridge - Chapter Nineteen - Tuttlehills & Makoo

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work is copy written by the author. All characters involved in sexual activity are eighteen years of age or older at the time of portrayal.

This work will, at times, contain instances of pregnancy, interracial sex, group sex, Dominance and submission, tattoos and piercings, slavery, lesbianism, romance and affection. There are also threats of violence and a fair amount of heroism and family love and fun.

This is in the Lesbian Sex Category, because that seems to be where people find me.

Chapter 19 - The Tuttlehills & Makoo

Bertha had the cutest baby bump when she and Mac tied the knot on Valentine's Day. Everyone was there, and we all had a grand time. And everyone let her know that the cooking was not as good as hers. I think that made her feel better than anything.

Then the babies started coming. First with Bertha, who's little girl, Elspeth Aaliyah MacGregor came into this world the middle of May, named for her two grandmothers. They'd call her Ellie and so would everyone else.

Next was Linnie, who early in June brought forth Mark Lawrence, Jr. a very healthy 22 inches and almost ten pounds of him. Poor Linnie was a wreck. She told me she thought she blew out her vagina. I assured her it would be just fine in time. I, for one, will go through no such thing. My lady bits will be just fine. And when it comes time for me to get back to business, Duane Royce ain't gonna know what hit him.

Time marches on and invariable the time came for me to lie on the table and have the two creatures within extracted from me. And so it was, on June Twenty-Second, Twenty-Fifty-Five, little Duane Royce, Jr. joined the family, followed soon thereafter by Dina Divine, always to be known as "Diva' his little sister, for reasons that will become more obvious as they march toward puberty. Both children hung in there with me during the 'Golden Hour.' So did Duane. He was with me and held my hand through the entire operation. He never took his eyes off me and he told me he loved me a zillion times.

No mate could have been more cooperative. If he ever thought I wanted or needed something he was on it immediately. I stayed in the hospital for five days. Dr. Rubin wanted to pay close attention and catch any complications before they became a big deal. She didn't release me until I promised her I would bring in a nurse on a part time basis for a couple of months. She wanted me on bedrest for six to eight weeks and she was not messing around. A nurse certainly would be a helpful thing. So, I contacted one of my friends at West Chester's College of Nursing and asked if they had any post practicum students who were pedes oriented and were looking for work. She promised to get back to me. That's when I met Rebecca. Becca to her friends. She was in the last year of her BSN program and was set to graduate in June. Her Curriculum Vitae was very impressive. As well as doing charitable work since the age of twelve, she started a program amongst middle schoolers teaching first aid. She also worked part time through most of college, mostly in hospitals as a nursing assistant, and after receiving her Associates and her RN as a substitute nurse in various departments. But she had one goal in nursing and that was to be a pediatric nurse. She seemed perfect for the job. So, I sent Caroline out to pick her up at her little apartment in West Chester, a neighborhood that was mostly college students and some recent grads, and bring her to the hospital to meet me.

I was between a feeding and a nap when Becca came to see me. She was pretty and very sweet. She had kind eyes. The kind of eyes you want looking at your child. She looked over at a picture I had on the side table of Holly and the kids and I.

"You have a most unusual family. Your children are all beautiful. Where's the father?"

"He came into the picture after that shot was taken."

"So you have five children?

"Six if you include Celeste, Holly's daughter. And if you include Bertha in our family, which we absolutely do, that's seven children in this house. Plus the ones who are in and out."

"Well, for the first week or so that I am with you there will be no in and out without my say so. There's always a lot going around and there is no need risking infection."

"I like the way you think, Becca. When can you start?"

"There's nothing from stopping me from doing it right now. I'll be happy to help with the little ones while you are here at the hospital and then the day before you go home I will help set up the accommodations for the twins. The only monkey wrench in the works is that I have two classes I must attend in person and a final practicum I have to do a half day on Saturdays. Oddly enough it's here at Paoli Memorial, and it's in Pedes for my certification as a Pediatric Nurse."

Duane walked in the door and I immediately introduced them.

"Becca Lynch, this is Duane Royce, the father of my children. At least these two. Duane, this is our new nurse. I didn't ask you what you do for transportation, Becca."

"I have an old '42 Chevy. It jumps and bumps but it gets me where I need to go."

"Well, we'll see what we can do about that. Duane, who's around?"

"Everyone is around, but they won't let anyone near you or the baby unless they have medical clearance and Dr. Rubin hasn't given that to anyone but you me and the staff. Becca got special dispensation because she both did her nursing practicum here and she is presently completing a certification here. I think you've chosen wisely, but you're gonna have to be patient. You've got a long healing process ahead of you and lots of people who want to support you. But

Dammit

, be patient."

"He's

right

Miss Todd. You know it too. Mine is not the only CV that's been read recently. You've got a pretty impressive one yourself. Including delivering a couple of babies, including your housekeepers."

"Yeah, that was something. Probably the greatest thing I ever did in medicine."

"So, it is true? At seven months pregnant you delivered your housekeeper's baby at her home because she couldn't get to the hospital on time."

"Yeah. I just couldn't imagine delivering that baby in the car so we just stayed at Berthas and did it at home. It was really something. One day close to Bertha's due date she and Mac were out at The Farm with the kids trying to get some veggie into the ground when Bertha's water broke. Bertha told the kids to run and get Mommy Hannah. When we saw her and Mac he was struggling to carry her back into the house. I told Aggie to run upstairs and get my medical bag in my office and meet me at Bertha's. She ran up the stairs as I waddled out the door with the kids following behind me. When I got into Bertha's she was sitting back on her family room sofa with Mac holding her hand and trying his best to comfort her as she gets hit with yet another contraction.

"How long between, Bertha?"

"About three minutes."

"Alright, we're close. Hang on, and you hang on too, Mac."

"Contractions went from three minutes to one minute to she's crowning. And the head is making ready to come out and I prayed for an easy birth. All the while my children, all three, are standing there watching what is going on. Too paralyzed to move. I told Mac and Bertha that it's gonna get very messy very soon and do they want to do this here or in the bedroom or the bathroom. I was in on the design of the bathroom and the shower would be easily big enough to do this. So, Mac carried Bertha, baby and all, to her en suite and put her in the shower atop several layers of towels I laid down for her."

I paused and looked over at her and she was smiling. It was a broad, genuine smile. I got the feeling she'd know more about little Elspeth's birth than me after she has the opportunity to pump the kids a little about it.

"It was there and then that I birthed my first child in front of my children. I had performed and assisted on several before this one, but this one will always be different for many reasons. If the kids thought I was invincible before, now they would think I could move mountains. At that moment I think I began to believe I could."

"That's a wonderful story and a wonderful moment."

"I haven't even told you what I think is the best part. When Dr. Rubin came by to give Bertha a thorough checkup, Celeste insisted on being with her. When the doctor asked her why she said, 'professional curiosity.' Well, the doctor got a kick out of that out of an eight-year-old child."

"Tell me about your curiosity, young lady."

"I want to be a doctor, like you."

"Well, I think that's admirable. It is a fine calling but it is not easy. If you truly want to be a doctor it will take a lot of hard work and dedication. You will have to do better than just about everyone else in school and when others are out playing you may find yourself studying. How are you doing in school?"

"I am at the top of my class for third grade."

"Good, do you have any hobbies?"

"I swim."

"You really like swimming?"

"No ma'am, I love swimming."

"Good. Love school as much and you have a chance to become a doctor. I'd like to see that happen. Remember that I'll be watching and if I can help you in any way with your pursuit of medicine feel free to call on me."

"Thank you, doctor. That's very kind."

And that's the story of Celeste and her entry into Medicine. Let's call it pre-entry. We shouldn't get ahead of ourselves.

Becca watched over me in the hospital on a part time basis. Duane occupied the lounge chair in the room and slept over every night. What a man. When we went home Duane would let nobody but him take me to the car. He also carried both the kids to the car and supervised the buckling in process. Then he drove, within the speed limit I might add, all the way home. He then carried me immediately up to bed in my room and brought both kids upstairs to the makeshift nursery in the guestroom next to my room. I wanted to be close and I wanted someone around who could do things a woman confined to bed cannot.

Having Becca around eased my frustration. She kept me sane, especially during the fussy times. I was joyous that I did not have to do the mundane chores like diaper changes and baths. But Becca was splendid at that. And when she was not around Lizzie was doing a great job. And Aggie has become quite the hand with babies. She is at the age where she is getting the urges. She does go out, mostly with her friends, I suppose, but I don't know anything about her dating life. But I've seen her making eyes at Ronnie. He's the only black guy on our regular crew, so maybe she's got a type. Only time will tell.

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The kids got a real kick out of the twins. And Georgie doesn't have to be the little brother any more. He now has two siblings younger than him. Now he can be the middle child. Lucky him.

Even while I was healing, I worked. I took my meetings virtually and kept them brief. Lizzie keeps an office at Todd Acquisitions now, where she does most of our downtown business. She does a lot of work hand in hand with Avi Gold and Les McKelly from Todd Recovery. We are part of a group that has leased the entire floor so we have access to a conference room that is big enough to fit a forty-foot-long table. You can put a lot of bodies at a table that long. Much to my chagrin, Duane has been spending a lot of time down there building the business and doing a damned fine job of it. He's even expanded the cybercrimes division, protecting our clients and investigating any incidents that have befallen them.

My relationships with Dr. Chu and his family grew and Georgia and Lily became besties. They were our straightest friends, but they had a little something-something going on. They were undoubtedly in love and we did everything in our power to promote that. There were lots of sleepovers with them that sometimes included Celeste and Kimmie Tuttlehill. We've become the best babysitters in the neighborhood. And we've learned a lot about what it means to be Asian. Their various cultures bring color and spice to life and they have brought that into ours. Our trips to Chinatown in Philly have been much different since we met the Chus.

Our relationship with the Tuttlehills has been an up and down affair. Duane has asked that I cut it off more than once. My red line has not been crossed so I hang in there the best I can. I am drawn to Gloria and find her attractive in a way I have never felt before. It ain't love. It sure as hell ain't love. But in a sense, I admire her dedication. For that first six months of 2055 she wore those Iron Panties every day, and for those six month she had no sex. None. And that was after allowing her to lick my pussy every month for six months. And do you know what that prick did? That fucking thing that calls himself Master. He told her that he would be happy to give her his dick if I licked her pussy first. Didn't I know that was coming. I was prepared. It was not my first rodeo. And it wasn't my first pussy. Not by a long shot.

I was all healed up now and although reluctant to take a dick, I would love to get my pussy licked. So, I asked her where and when and she said, "Why wait?"

So, we went to a house she said belonged to a friend of hers. Nobody was home and she had the key. "Hannah, my Master has said that if you would eat my pussy, I could eat yours and I'd really like that."

"That's fine with me. It's been a dog's age since I've been in a sixty-nine with a woman."

"Well, you better hold on pretty tight. I'm about to get the first sex I'm having in like nine months. Things are going to get messy. Do you want to go in the tub or do you want to say fuck it and do it on the bed?

"It's pretty rude to make a mess for the homeowner. I'd hate to come home to what we're going to leave."

"Don't worry about that. I've arranged for a cleaning crew to come in after we've left and take care of all that. The bedroom it is then."

The requirement was that before anything else I had to eat her pussy to orgasm. She would not go forward in any other way until that was done. After that she had free rein to do whatever she wanted sexually for the remainder of the day.

Bringing her to orgasm was pretty easy. A woman edged and sexually deprived for over six months doesn't hold back very long, and when she comes, she comes hard. And she did. Hard and wet. And as soon as she came, she was on me. We stayed in the sixty-nine position for what seemed an eternity. Remember, this is my first sex for quite some time too. I was ravenous and it just felt so good and she was really having some major orgasms. I'm multiorgasmic, but this gal is seismic. She doesn't cum, she erupts. I can hardly imagine what's going to happen when she finally does get that dick in her. I hope she's not disappointed. On the other hand, maybe I should hope she is.

The house we had our little tryst in was beautiful. It was ultramodern, especially for Chester County. She showed me around and the place was beautifully appointed but had no personal touches. Not one photograph of a person, or even a painting of one. It could be anyone's house. On its own it had no personality whatsoever. Not one photograph and not one reference to a family.

Before we got ready to leave, we took advantage of the house's very large shower, with two shower heads. We cleaned each other up one side and down the other. We dried off, and as she was blow drying her hair and brushing it out, I noticed something. So, I was rude and just held her hair up long enough to read the tattoo on the nape of her neck that said, "I Hear and I Obey." She quickly pulled away and covered it back up. She gave me a really nasty look. The first time I'd ever seen that one. I don't know if she hated me for that, but she certainly hated that I had done it. Another in the string of tests to our friendship to come.

And another one

was

coming. This would be a test for a lot of people. Some that don't deserve to have this shoved down their throats. That piece of shit who calls himself Gloria's master has decided to wait to give her the dick she has earned. He is waiting for the right time. He told her he'd know when it's right. Of course he would. Over the past six months he's been tracking her cycle and knows just when she is ovulating. He's ready to give her the baby she craves. For a time, she was just going to have to be happy with being out of the Iron Panties. But it didn't last long. He is eager for another child and concerned about Gloria's age. But his plan was deeper and more evil than that.

Malcolm had granted Gloria relief from the pants but still, months after the six-month deadline, Gloria got a call from Malcolm to pack a bag, he wants her for a week. So, she packed a bag, kissed the kids goodbye, gave the sitter and housekeeper instructions and off she went. But before she left, she called me.

"Hannah, it's Gloria. It's time."

"Time?"

"Yes. I'm going to go with Master for a week. I know I'm ovulating 'cause I'm horny as hell. He knows it and he is gonna turn me out."

"And that's what you need, turning out?"

"My goal is to get his dick in my pussy as often and for as long as possible. You never know when it's coming again. I don't even care about the orgasms, give me the baby."

"You are aware of the changes this will make to your life, aren't you?"

"Totally. And I don't care. In fact, I do care. I welcome them. If I have to stand for something, let me stand for this."

"Far be it for me to stand between someone and what they believe. I wish you well, my friend, and a happy and healthy baby."

"Thank you, Hannah. I knew you would understand."

"Oh, I'm not saying I understand, just that I support you in whatever you do."

"That's amazing of you, Hannah. You are a true friend."

"It appears I've passed another of your tests."

"Tests?"

"Of our friendship. It seems you always seem to put it out there testing my commitment. And each step you take with each new test is an attempt to draw me into some web that your master is weaving. Tell him he can't have me and he wouldn't want me. I can't have his child. The shop is closed. After the twins that was an easy decision."

"I'll give him your best, Hannah."

"Don't you ever dare give him my best. You can give him my go fuck yourself."

"That's rude."

"Yeah. I get that way sometimes."

Well, she went off to fuck her Master. He only allowed her to blow him to get him erect, then penis to vagina only. She let me know there was lots of good fucking overall. She had many satisfactory orgasms and a few that were over the top mind blowing out of this world supergasms. That's how she described them.

When she returned from her visit with her Master, she had lost three pounds but was otherwise fit and fine. She was extremely happy and had her fingers crossed that her last period would be the last for a year. But it was not to be. Right on time, like clockwork, Gloria bled. She said that her Master was disappointed but looking forward to trying again. I think that pleased her more than anything. She wouldn't see a dick until her next ovulation. But then she'd see a whole lot of one, if last time was any indication.

The call came again from Malcolm and again she kissed the kids and off she went. Alvin kept the rest under control. Things were getting tenuous with the kids who were starting to think that something was going on. They are very perceptive kids. This time he sent her home after five days. She looked haggard and dragged out. But she was happy. At least that's what she said. And then she said something that sent an icy chill up my spine.