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“So, what did you have in mind, Kattie. Turkey baster, artificial insemination, - do you want me to jack off into a cup or what? Do I need to keep my jizz in an air-tight container in room temperature until I hand it over to you?” Lukas had asked over coffee two weeks prior to their hook-up.
Lukas hadn’t found his true, gay voice until college, when, having moved from his native Pennsylvania and his family’s rigid Lutheranism to attend the free-for-all lifestyle of a very liberal New York City and New York University, living in campus housing on Washington Square West in which his brand of gayness was so ubiquitous as to be yawn-inducing, that he refused to ever again compromise himself simply to lessen the discomfort of another. He didn’t find Kat’s request to be an imposition – he actually thought that helping Kat and her lover conceive was a kind gesture. When she apprised him that her lover insisted on actual, physical copulation is when his head made several 360 degree turns, nearly rendering him immobile. Lukas was clearly nervous, not having had sex with a woman since his high school prom and then only because he had succumbed to peer pressure.
“Lukas, Lukas, please don’t worry – you’ll be fine. I’ll be there too. I’m going to make you a promise right now that I’ll be able to put you at ease. This isn’t my first rodeo, okay?
“Here’s how it’s going to play out; Toni and I will start making love. You can feel free to penetrate her as soon as you’re able. You can bring your boyfriend along if you think that will help keep you hard but I know that even though you’re gay, you’ll still get an erection when she and I start making love. You’ll just have to trust me on this; gay or not, men seem to love watching women go at it. Oh, and did I mention that she has a beautiful body and a firm, lovely ass that you can bounce a quarter off of?
“So then, might I suggest that you take her from behind; yes, just grab hold of her lovely, tight ass and I think you’ll be able to come in no time.” Kat could persuade a starving lion to forgo that weakened, limping gazelle, opting instead for the carrion that had been rotting away in the sun for a week. The deal was sealed and they left the cafe, both satisfied that they were about to be party to something extraordinary.
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Lukas walked out of the bathroom the second time, fully bathed and wearing only his flip flops, his massive erection preceding him into the bedroom. ‘Whoa’, slipped out of Toni’s mouth before she caught herself, not really wanting Kat to know how physically excited she felt at that moment. His body was exquisite, large with well-defined muscles, his facial features were chiseled and his lips, generous and inviting. He sported light, blondish hair on his calves but no where else, his long, reddish-brown hair was tied back in a ponytail. He climbed onto the bed, smiling, having propped himself up on one elbow, alternately staring at Kat’s and Toni’s bodies the entire time.
To prevent any possible alarm Lukas might have had at being naked while in the presence of two naked women, one of whom was sporting a disfigurement that could easily have produced a show-stopping level of revulsion in a man, Kat gave him an earlier, private showing of her mastectomied breast, which had undergone yet another massive transformation, this time with the addition of an intricately conceptualized bed of flowers as bestowed upon her by the uber-cool and talented Tatter’d, who took great pains to more than make up for what Kat had lost to a most dreaded disease – one woman’s gift to another, an offset to feelings of helplessness, a show of solidarity with the intention of providing some measure of beauty against the looming mortality that waited its turn to pounce on yet another victim without warning or hesitation. The design and execution were so delicate and beautifully rendered that one would have to be told there was no nipple to be found underneath the flush of flowers. Luckily, Lukas was more intrigued by the beauty of the artwork rather than any disfigurement Kat had on display.
“Yeah, I think I can do this; you guys are in great shape,” he smiled.
“I was expecting – well, never mind. So now what?” He was clearly ready to provide his services, his hand eagerly, slowly, stroking his member.
“Anything goes, Toni. Remember our end game and let’s just have fun with this, okay? I’d like for our child to be conceived under loving, happy circumstances, not with a trio of fucked-up, scared out of their minds fools, all clumsily grappling at one another. That’s not the memory of her conception that I want imprinted on her DNA – or my brain.
“So, Lukas, I’m going to start making love to Toni and you feel free to jump in whenever you’re ready.”
Kat instructed Toni to join her on the bed, both kneeling. Kat turned their bodies so that Toni’s back was facing Lukas. He indeed found her ass to be quite exquisite. He didn’t have to exert much effort to convince himself to make the most of the experience; he expected to enjoy every minute with them, especially so when he remembered the bigger picture - that he was now part of this monumental baby-making process and although he had agreed to remain on the periphery of the parenting end of things, looked forward to spending time with his child, getting to know him or her.
He thought that Kat would be a wonderful mother so he allowed himself to get immersed in the moment, watching, transfixed, as Kat spread Toni’s legs, putting her hand in a location he couldn’t quite see, but heard and felt the positive effects it was having on them both. Toni made similar motions against Kat’s body. They began gyrating together: perfectly, deliciously, synchronously. Even the sounds they made with the touching of their lips, the wetness of their kisses, the intense passion emanating from their bodies brought his cock to such rigidity that he wanted badly to participate and then remembered that he actually was an integral component of this conception ritual so immediately shot up from his reclining position and settled in behind Toni, guiding his penis to its destination, requiring only minimal assistance from Kat. He plunged deeply inside of her, marveling at the smoothness of his entry and intensity of the sensation it produced.
Toni gasped with sheer delight as his girth was impressive, far more than she had ever seen or felt either in real life or with any of their sex toys and this sensation was markedly better, more organic than anything else; it simply was an extraordinary experience. Lukas dove deeply, slowly, repeatedly, her wetness a pleasant surprise as he hadn’t expected a lesbian to be so welcoming, so accommodating.
He’d brought along several variations of lubricant but those tubes remained unopened, unnecessary, never making it out of his bag. He could feel her tightening, contracting around him then releasing – a powerfully intense cock massage, as he would describe it afterward to his partner, a man who had refused to partake in the festivities as he wanted nothing to do with the sight of some naked, mutually-masturbating lesbians, regardless of how beautiful Kat was.
Kat reached around and shoved a well-oiled dildo up his ass, gently but firmly, wanting him to come as long and profitably as possible, hoping that his load would be enough to ensure a pregnancy. By this time, Lukas had grabbed hold of Toni’s ass with both hands, so enamored he was by her loss of control, her incessant, deep-throated moaning, anticipating the delight she would be feeling from each of his thrusts, digging so deeply inside of her that he feared he might split her apart. At that moment, he knew he could easily get used to their threesomes and hoped it would take her months to conceive. He even shocked himself when he found his tongue and lips on her neck, kissing her gently, loving the way she tasted, amazingly having zoned in on her most sensitive hot spot in a matter of minutes. Toni lost control of her leg muscles with the strength of each new wave of orgasm. She laced her arms around Kat’s neck for support, unable to speak, no longer able to think clearly.
He was then fucking her vigorously, his hands on her hip bones, having lifted her slightly, angling her body to spread her legs as far apart as he could to gain maximum access to her increasingly wet cunt, his body heating up from the inside out. He placed his arms tightly around her waist, his body pressing closely against her back, his head tucke
d neatly beside hers. He came so long and so hard that he half expected to see his come fly out of her nose. He remained inside of her, arms still around her waist, gently pulsating long after he had fully expended himself, so enjoyable the previous fifteen minutes had been, he didn’t want it to end.
Before fully disengaging, as prompted by the silent request made by a terse Kat, he turned Toni’s head, and having placed her chin in his left hand, kissed her cheek several times, reaching over to kiss her on the lips, telling her that he was so happy to now be a part of their family and hoped to forever be in their lives.
He would be a frequent visitor at their home, but sadly for him, Kat only allowed them to copulate two additional times, after which, when she started to feel more like a third wheel than the grand orchestrator, proclaimed that Toni had gotten pregnant, although she had no such knowledge of that fact. She didn’t want their union to transform into some bizarre twist of fate in which she would be relegated to a supporting role. She had to put the kibosh on its momentum lest she lose control and Toni, in that order. She thought of asking for a plaster cast of his erect penis so she could one day have one fashioned out of silicone but decided against it as she thought it best to put the memory of his penis and Toni’s unabashed enjoyment of it as far behind them as possible.
True to Kat’s intuition, Toni’s unrelenting nausea led them to obtain definitive confirmation that she indeed had become pregnant - much to her relief. They would have been pleased to know that the long list of physical trait options was being formulated as they went about the business of preparing for her arrival, one trait from option A, two from option B, and so on, which would ultimately produce a beautiful little girl with Kat’s intensely striking gray-green eyes, a shock of auburn hair but every other feature, being pure Toni. As she had Toni’s stature, Kat would give her the nickname of her mini-me.
Her temperament, however, would be a combination of the best aspects of her parents but with a unique layer of individuality added to the equation that never ceased to amaze. She was the quintessential laid back girl who was quietly introspective and very serious. She would be surrounded by close friends, yet at times be pensive and foreboding, but always loving and kind, taking a measured, thoughtful, reserved approach to life.
Her artistic proclivities were identified at an early age by Lukas, during one of their play dates. He had never before had the inclination to engage in multiple rounds of sports-style fist-pumping, but seeing his daughter so easily learn and transcend his drawing lessons brought out in him a depth of pride and happiness he couldn’t quite understand but needed to express, sharing each of her milestones with his friends and partner, never deterred by their rolling eyes. She possessed a depth of intelligence - a natural curiosity about the underpinnings of every action and reaction. Those aspects of her personality that were more like Lukas than themselves turned out to be, much to Toni’s surprise, quite wonderful. All three were in love with and fascinated by her.
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Chapter 8
Going to the Chapel
“In this crazy, fucked-up world we live in, where so many people are absent from themselves or so self-motivated that their screaming narcissism rules their narrowly constructed emotions, I can’t believe my good fortune to have met someone as open, loving and self-aware as you and then to have you be so in love with me..., I simply can’t imagine my life without you in it. I wasn’t kidding or being an ingratiating opportunist when I informed your family that we were going to be married. There’s nothing I want more. You are the love of my life and I don’t ever want to lose you again.
“I realize the irony because we’ve certainly been having a great time making fun of the gay contingent that has been flocking to the altar, calling them out as sell-outs, giving in to a construct that was never intended to include them – us, but we don’t have to accept the premise as it applies to a proscriptive morality or a holy union or any other socially acceptable reason for getting married. This isn’t about anything other than me wanting to express my love for you in every way possible and now that marriage is a real possibility, I want that too.
“There are practical considerations to bear in mind with respect to certain rights we wouldn’t otherwise have with each other without putting up one hell of a fight, namely legal rights over our little addition, and need I remind you of the cancer debacle, but those things, to me, are still just an added benefit.
“My main reason for wanting to be married to you is to make it undeniably clear that you are mine and I am yours. You need to know that I promise to dedicate myself to you for the remainder of my life – that I look forward to doing it, want nothing more than to do it, would be the happiest woman alive if you would allow me to do it.
“I knew from the first day I met you that I would love you forever – I knew that you were the one, but neither one of us was ready for that level of commitment at the time; even so, I always had faith that our day would eventually come where we would find each other again; I just needed to be patient. No, no - don’t cry my love; let my lips comfort you.
“So please just say that you’ll marry me and I’ll make certain you never regret your decision.”
Toni wiped away her tears. Her smile broadened as she walked over to Kat while freeing her body of every garment. By the time she reached Kat, she motioned that there she was, every inch of her, naked, slightly pregnant and feeling vulnerable, ready to give every ounce of love that she had, everything she was or ever would be, was Kat’s for the taking.
“Yes, yes... A thousand times, yes.” They held hands, laughing and crying with abandon.
Let Them Eat Cake!
“Have you seen the offset spatula? I have it checked off on my list but it’s not here.” Marcella said, as she double checked each item on her meticulously itemized list of required implements and food stuffs.
She had decided to give the best wedding gift that she could conceive of, which was to create the most delicious, aesthetically beautiful combination wedding/birthday cake imaginable. The cake would consist of three tiers, have a fondant outer layer, the bottom most tier to include several medium sized calla lilies, imbued with lavender and a deeper purple lining on the interior of the petals and stamen, with a rust-orange food coloring sprayed on the pistils. Around the middle tier she would place two roses, resting side by side, tied together with a delicate, confection-based lace to represent Toni and Kat. She planned on placing small silver beads around the perimeter of the top tier along with a few extra uncolored floral pieces constructed of fondant, designed to cascade from the top tier in a spiral descending to the bottom.
Marcella knew they both favored chocolate so decided to make a rich, chocolaty red velvet sponge to reside beneath the decorations. Several design variations had been sketched, strewn about the apartment with Marcella flipping through each one, making alterations, thinking, rethinking, discarding, tweaking and then laying out revised sketches every few hours to few days, hoping that one design would speak more loudly than any of the others, thereby ‘winning’ the contest until Gene came home from work one day, picked up two of the designs, commented about how a hybrid of the two would produce the most delicate balance between composition, symmetry, beauty and style. Marcella’s eyes lit up as she grabbed the two drawings from his hands and immediately combined the best, most compatible elements of the two and created one elegant design that brought tears to her eyes and from Gene and Dylan, a rousting round of applause.
After documenting the supplies she would need to accomplish that herculean feat, she calculated a ten-hour timeframe in which to complete it. An aggressive timetable for such a daunting task to be sure but this was a cake for her little sister and she wanted it to be freshly made and technically perfect.
The manager of the restaurant where she worked agreed to let her use their commercial kitchen as long as she promised to do so well outside of business hours, which is how she found herself, at one o’clock in the morning, working
furiously to construct the cake before her eleven A.M. deadline. She had decided that the traditional element of plastic bride and groom, or in this case bride and bride standing together on the cake would be eliminated, in favor of a five orchid cluster sitting on the top tier facing outward with a sixth one placed dead center, above the others, babies breath falling gently over the upper most perimeter. This wedding was going to be unconventional so she saw no point in trying to steer it toward a direction in which it didn’t make sense.
Manipulating fondant was always a chore, one she preferred to avoid if at all possible. To save time, Marcella purchased a roll of pre-made fondant from her favorite supplier, knowing it would be of the highest quality and hopefully easily manageable. This was no time for her to cut costs and experiment with unfamiliar territory. She wanted this cake to be spectacular; the design would have to take center stage and a poorly applied outer layer could easily ruin the aesthetic of the artistry.
One week prior to the weeding, she managed to construct most of the flowers, storing them in several securely fastened containers, tucked away in the back of the walk-in cooler that she normally used for storing the various stages of her baked confections.
She made almost double the amount of butter cream icing that she normally would have, just in case she ran into problems with the unfolding and placement of the fondant, requiring more edible adhesive to complete the framing. After being unveiled at the reception, the top tier would be removed, placed into an airtight container and given to Toni and Kat for freezing, which, at their one-year anniversary, Marcella would insist they all sit together and celebrate by eating a generous slice served with the best espresso available. Some traditions simply had to be continued, and Marcella thought the cake-eating ritual warranted that respect.
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