Captured for a Time
The plates were long cleared from the table, and the men sat around the living room, a football game shining off the screen of the television, volume turned low so as not to disturb the baby resting in his cousin Jack's arms. Jack was married to his cousin Nina, and Shara was their first baby, though number two was a work in progress, more than seven months along inside Nina's belly.
Nina sat down next to Alan on the couch, across from her husband and Alan's dad. She ruffled his hair as she did when he was a kid and she was his babysitter. "So," she said with an accusatory tone in her voice, "You move to the city and we see all of a grand total of ONE time since September? I don't know whether to be hurt or insulted."
"Sorry Nina, been busy, but the phone works two ways. You haven't called me. I'd be glad to come over, especially if you're cooking." Before the first baby was born Nina was the sous-chef at a very well regarded French bistro in Tribeca. Now she was a stay-at-home mom, and loving it.
"Pig," she snorted. "I'll call you."
"After the new year," he insisted gently. "Exams start in about two weeks." She agreed. Alan was impatient for the whole gang to go home. They had eaten at four, and it was nearing eight.
He had plans to stop by at Megan and Leila's that night, but it would be bad form to sneak out while the guests were still hanging around. Leila still took and occasional shift as a PT, despite her med school status, because she liked doing it. She was thinking of doing her residency in sports medicine. Since school was on break for the holiday and a lot of people went away for Thanksgiving, the hospital had begged her to work both Thursday and Friday, so the two of them had remained in Westchester. It was just as well for Megan. She had yet to tell her parents that she was bisexual, and for that matter, bisexual with a live-in female lover, and for that matter, that she was pregnant out of wedlock. Every time she was working up the nerve to tell her folks she could just imagine her father having a heart attack, her mother a stroke.
Alan pulled up to their house and parked shortly after nine. Megan answered the door. "Welcome to the farm," she greeted him with a chuckle.
"Farm? I don't get it."
"You've come to see me--the cow--haven't you?" Megan took a step back from the doorway, and Alan could see her stomach. She was showing her five month pregnancy, a bulge visible from underneath her sweater.
"You look beautiful."
"That's what I keep telling her! Hi, Alan," Leila said coming over and kissing him on the cheek. After he sat down Leila returned from the kitchen with a glass of wine. The minute he had drained it she took it back from him and went back to fill it.
"You don't have to get me drunk," he laughed.
"Megan insisted," the trim Asian woman confided, "If you're drunk you wont think she's fat." Leaning closer she lowered her voice to a stage whisper, "She thinks she isn't pretty since she started to show. It's up to us," she added with a twinkle in her liquid brown eyes, "to convince her otherwise."
With that she stood and took his hands, pulling him up and guiding him up to the bedroom; Megan followed closely behind. Leila stood behind him, turning him so that he was facing Megan and sat him on the end of their bed. As she worked her hands at his shirt buttons she stared over his shoulder at her red-haired lover. "Tell her Alan. Tell her how lovely she is."
"You're gorgeous, Megan. You always were, and you always will be." Megan gasped, her hands playing with the top button of her blouse, but too afraid to unbutton it, afraid that if he saw her naked he would recoil in shock. He approached his former teacher; Leila had unfastened all the buttons, and as he stepped to Megan she had held on to his shirt, so he was topless as he approached her. Gently he removed her hand from her neck, grasping the top of her blouse, and with a deft touch popped open the neck button and pulled the blouse over her head and off her. She pressed her body to his, and he could feel the smooth hardness of her belly. He dropped his arms down from around her neck and rested his palms against her pregnant abdomen, making gentle strokes all around it, and at the same time lowered his mouth to hers.
They kissed for a long time, distracted only by Leila undressing them; once she asked Megan to step out of her skirt, and then took off Alan's shoes and socks, then his pants and underwear. Alan led Megan, clad only in her panties, over to the bed, and sat down on it, pulling her into his lap. She groaned as he fondled her breasts, now more sensitive due to the hormones of pregnancy, her head lolling back to rest against him as the pleasure began to overtake her, little hums and gasps escaping past her trembling lips. Leila joined them on the bed a minute later, completely nude, taking charge of the situation.
Alan laid back on the mattress, and Megan straddled him, Leila kneeling behind her, in between Alan's outstretched legs. Holding Megan by her now more meatier hips she guided her onto his erection and then pulled her down so she sunk down all thy way.
"Ooof! Ah, ah, MY GOD, it's been sooooo loooooong!" the redhead exclaimed, her passions rising as she felt Alan fill her completely, a feeling complemented by the incredible sensation Leila was causing by strumming her hardened nipples. She could feel the softness of Leila's breasts pressed into her back as she rode up and down on Alan's hard cock, and the very idea of it still excited her.
"Tell her again," Leila demanded of him, "She still needs to hear it. Tell her again, and again, and again. She wont listen to me," she ordered him, her eyes boring into his with a frightening sense of determination.
"You're so pretty," he gasped up at his pregnant partner. "So pretty, so pretty, so pretty."
Megan began to cry, tears spilling down her face and over her heaving bosom. "Thank you," she squeaked (hormones again, she thought to herself), a split second before her body seized up as she orgasmed. Alan came in her, and she quivered at the sensation of it, then collapsed and rolled off of him, a stewing morass of emotion. As she laid beside him her hands danced up and down his chest, and watched Leila take his manhood into her slurping mouth, cleaning him of their combined juices, and getting him hard for round two.
Once he was ready she gave him a swat on the side of his butt, and her sat up and moved off to the side of the mattress. Leila positioned herself over the supine Megan so that they were face-to-face, her wiggling behind a tempting target for their teenaged lover.
As Alan sunk into her she lowered her face, and pressed her lips against Megan's. Leila moaned, and Megan snaked her tongue past Leila's hot lips. He began to thrust in and out of her clenching pussy, enjoying the sound of loud slurps that her tight passage emitted; her syrup coated his dick from tip to root, the excess falling in dribs and drabs on the bedspread, pooling between its folds.
Leila's moans and groans increased in fervor and loudness as Alan increased the pace and force of his fucking. As Leila bucked her throbbing pussy back against his throbbing cock Megan was finding it difficult to maintain her lip lock with her Sapphic partner; to deal with this she placed her hands on Leila's temples, holding her fast.
It was a good thing, too, for just as Megan gained a grip on Leila's bouncing head an enormous climax exploded throughout the Asian woman's sweaty body. Alan climaxed as well, and they collapsed into a sweaty mess on the top of the bedspread.
"Mmmmm," both women purred. Alan settled himself between them, caressing each one lightly. He stayed the night. Megan drifted off first, Leila's soft cries echoing in her ears, "Yes, my ass, so g-good, ahhhhh!"
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The train was crowded for a Sunday evening, filled mostly with college students like himself returning to school. He didn't see anyone he knew in his car, so he used to time to study. He had a term paper due for his history intro class, and his outline was complete as the train pulled into the Harlem station. He hailed a cab on 125th Street for the very short trip back to Morningside Heights, and stared blankly out the window as the cab headed west to Broadway.
"Excuse me," Alan heard the heavily accented voice behind him say. He had just dismissed the cab at the corner and turned towards campus.
"Yes?"