A Morris Man’s Tale Part 7

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All characters are fictitious, If a character name is used in connection with a side, it’s just co-incidence if that given name belongs in that side. Insofar as song lyrics being included I don’t know the legalities or etiquette involved, I have given the opening few and last few lines if that is all that is needed or the song in full if the text needs it and credit to the author in either case, traditional songs are treated the same but credited as Traditional.

This is a fiction story, not fantasy and while there is a lot of passion and some very erotic action in later parts and in book two if you are looking for raw action then I am sorry but this isn’t the book for you.




Chapter Fourteen
Monday
i. Morning
……bye faeries, I am again in a very pleasant warm haven, my precious Jenny has hold of my manhood I am very erect, Jenny is stoking me at a very enjoyable pace, I would love to just lie here and enjoy it but don’t want to surprise or freak her out when I come, after another minute or so I hold Jenny’s hand and turn onto my back,
“Thank you my treasure.” I whisper because Chrissie is just behind Jenny
“You didn’t come, flower, I need to finish you off. I want to give you your pleasure.”
“Thanks love, just keep going then, kiss me please,” Jenny comes over to me and I get a slow gentle morning kiss, with enough passion to raise my temperature as her hand slides and squeezes along my length, I turn away from Jenny so that she can rest her arm as she was before upon my hip as she strokes me, making love at this speed would drive Jenny mental.
“A little quicker please treasure, imagine we are making love, what speed would you like?” Jenny speeds up a little, this is nice, it’s better than nice and I am feeling tearful, I am getting closer, I feel the need to thrust, Jenny speeds up a little more, the tingle is beginning and I feel the tension increase, my scrotum tightens, so close, I would like Jenny to slow down, keeping me close to the edge, but it’s too late it’s happening now…….. I am pumping, pumping, five or six times before I stop, Jenny hasn’t stopped, I hold her hand still.

“Sorry love,” I whisper, “men are so sensitive just after coming, it’s almost painful, just hold me. Thank you my treasure, that was really nice,” we lay together Jenny gently squeezing me for a few minutes, we then turn over and I spoon with my precious treasure, my half hard penis rests against the crease of her bottom, and my hand goes round to hold her breast and nipple, Hellooooo faeries…….

……..Bye-bye faeries, thank you for looking after me through the night, my Jenny is in front of me asleep I still hold her breast and sleepy nipple, a small movement of my fingers reawaken her nipple and Jenny wriggles back closer to me, it is properly daylight, and light levels are good inside the van but I have no idea of the time, nine o’clock feels about right,

“Are you awake my treasure?” I whisper,
“Yes flower,” Jenny whispers back.
“Do you fancy a brew love? Big sis, how about you, do you fancy a brew?”
“Yes please love. Please Bruv.” I unzip my side of the bag and leave as carefully as I can so as not to disturb Jenny. First stop has to be the toilet and then give the old man a good wash and rinse, my hands and lower arms get more of the same. I come out of the toilet and meet Chrissie, totally bare and looking glorious and almost glowing, she looks up to me and putting her arms around my back and the back of my head says

“I have full and proper consent for this from Jenny,” and I get the most fantastic early morning wake up kiss I have ever had, there wasn’t the depth of feeling as when Jenny kissed me after our depression talk of Saturday morning, but there is a lot of controlled passion and gratitude. When we break Chrissie still holds me as she says,

“You can have no idea how much I needed to hold you last night while you were sorting me, just like Jenny did this morning; I hope it was good for you. Now if you will excuse me I have to go in there.” I fill the kettle and put it on to heat, I check the time, eight fifty and open the blind on the door, it lets a bit more light in and I ask Jenny, if Chrissie had asked first, of course she has, she wanted to do something else as well but changed her mind after she started to ask. There is a quiet yippee from in the washroom, and a few seconds later Chrissie bounds out of the toilet, drops to her knees and gives my old man a quick suck, just three or four seconds and just as quickly gets up again,
“Sorry Jenny, I just had to! Now I know why I have been feeling so frisky and frustrated this weekend, I will have to phone Alex after breakfast, did either of you notice anything when you were on my breasts last night?”
“I did sis, just after you squirted, you tasted very sweet when I suckled your boob, why?”

“I’ve been taking part in a drug trial for the last ten days possibly taking an unlicensed drug to promote lactation, I have been taking the part of a guinea pig in drug trials ever since I became eighteen; as I am not allowed to give blood because I had a transfusion in two thousand which disqualifies me, being a guinea pig allows me to put something back. This particular trial was to test the effectiveness of a compound related to metaclopromide, against metaclopromide itself, conventional manual and suckling stimulation or a placebo, I have to keep taking the drug for another eleven days, from today and every day thereafter while I am lactating I will be pumped dry on both breasts every four hours, until my production has peaked and then started to decline, if it doesn’t decline, which is the great hope for this new drug I then have a choice of being a cow for the special care and intensive care neonatal baby units at Stortford, taking a lactation suppression drug or trialling a new lactation suppression drug if there is one. I quite fancy the idea of being a human breast milk donor, I certainly won’t object to being one cup size bigger, and if the breast cancer benefits are eventually proven it’s win, win, win all the way, except for sore nipples, apparently a very common side effect of breast feeding and pumping. I do hope Darren won’t mind kissing them better!”

“Chrissie, why would you want to take risks with your health like that? It seems a bit extreme; just because you can’t give blood.”

“You worry too much Jenny, there is more risk having a glass or two of wine with an overnight flu remedy than I am exposed to, the biggest risk in the documentation for this trial is sore nipples and I mustn’t take Ibuprofen or any of its derivatives. Us guinea pigs are well looked after, it would cost more than I earn to get the health care I have access to within the trial at the moment.”

“Sis, what else could have happened in this trial?”

“Lots of things could have happened; if I had taken the placebo, psychosomatic effects could cause lactation but only very rarely, the psychobabblers would study me very intensively, if I had taken Metaclopromide they would want to know why I started lactating at least two weeks earlier than forecast, I know I wasn’t on manipulation and stimulation, that only leaves the new drug, I am not able to say what happens next except that all the milk I produce will be measured and analysed then compared donated human breast milk, and until there is no significant difference with the weighted average it will be dumped, after that I decide what I want to do.”

“Sis, was it the drug that made you frisky, or the changes in your body that caused it?”
“I have no idea and it doesn’t matter anyway, raised sex drive is associated with the whole family of compounds, if it is the drug, it couldn’t be marketed as an aphrodisiac, the lactation side effect would make it unusable, and there is far more money to be made in prescription only medicines than in over the counter remedies.”
“Sis I would take my hat off to you if I had a hat, you are doing far more than I, I have just given my fiftieth donation last year.”
“Treasure, you should be out here talking with us, not hiding in bed, come on out love.”
“Come on Jenny, you don’t have to hide that gorgeous red hair of yours from us.”
“Frank, did you tell?”
“Of course not treasure, we could both see it when you came to bed last night.”
“It wasn’t that either Bruv, Jenny left a family photo on her sideboard, aged fourteen or fifteen, she looked stunning, I should imagine that with her green dress she would have them queuing from here to the Cathedral.”
“Bugger, I forgot about that.”
“Don’t worry Jenny, I suspected you dyed your hair the day you moved in, remember I’m nosey not a gossip; if you want to hide your lights under a bushel basket you go ahead, give us dizzy blondes a chance.”
“I might as well surface then, how is the brew going my precious flower?” Jenny comes to us nude and glorious, I get another good morning kiss, after a few seconds our tongues come out to play, after a fair few seconds we break, and Jenny bends low and kisses my old man. When she rises she whispers, “I’ll be better next time my love.” A few seconds later the kettle boils and I very carefully make a pot of tea, “I think, girls that we should think about getting some clothes on fairly soon, we don’t know when Abby and Becky are going to come visiting do we? I assume you have what you need sis, to deal with any leaks from your boobs.”

“Kitchen roll should deal with the drips but I have to drain them first, I may be occupying your washroom for a fair time while I express my surplus.”
“You haven’t been to the washroom yet love your turn if you need it, then we can put some clothes on and I’ll start cooking what we have in the fridge, but first I’ll pour the tea.” Job done, Jenny’s and mine go on the fridge, Chrissie’s goes on the drawer unit, Chrissie and I sit side by side on the bed, she holds my hand and lifts it to her lips, after giving it a kiss she says,

“Frank, when I first met you yesterday, I had you tagged as a proper cradle snatcher verging on being a dirty old man, I have to say I am sorry I thought of you in that way, you proved to me yesterday, last night, and again this morning you really do love Jenny, I am amazed at the changes in her that have happened in just two days, how do you think she will change in the next four or five months or until you marry”
“There won’t be any big changes; I would expect her confidence to improve as we possibly start to sing together, I would love it if she were to learn to play one of her dad’s instruments, I may be able to help her if she wants to learn box or guitar, and finally, although I have agreed not to mention it to her again, I would love for her to return to her natural hair colour.”
“I heard that flower”
“Stop eavesdropping, I didn’t mention it to you, my promise is still intact” Jenny comes out of the washroom and hoists me up away from Chrissie,

“Come on chef, start doing your magic, we burnt off a lot of calories last night, and we will soon be having visitors.”
“Ok treasure, I hope I don’t have to keep on persuading you out of bed today.” With a wink my Jenny replied, “But I liked the way you got me out of bed yesterday.”
“We will have to try and arrange a repeat performance some time love.” I suppose I had better get some clothes on, I am running out of tee shirts, I only have my Span Fest tee left, I don’t want to risk splashing it with fat or oil so I have a delve in the wash bin and use a lagerboy tee to cook in, I fill the kettle for another brew, we have five sausages, they will take longest so go in the small pan first over low heat, I have a look in the freezer section of the fridge and there is a small box of hash browns and a couple of mine left from Saturday that makes six, half a dozen rashers of bacon, one piece of black pudding and Jenny’s eggs, the hash browns and the black pudding start next, in medium pan low to medium heat.