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Castle In The Sand [11-15]
Copyright 1996 by D. J. Pedersen
By: "thaumaturge" (Deana Johns) <Deana.Johns@softcom.net>
(M/f, ff, MF)

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Chapter 11

Cindy basically moved in with them. John insisted on keeping the
bedroom available should one of them, including him - wish privacy. He
set up their computers for them in the Com room. He brought out another
one of his own and set it up. Four top of the line units now crowded
onto the long counter. The girls remained persistent in their stock
tracing.

When they thought they were ready, John set up an actual account for
them with his broker. He didn't tell them he had made a fairly large
deposit to cover them if the need should arise. It wasn't needed. John
kept the video recorders running for some reason he couldn't define,
but now any activity they recorded would likely include himself. He had
purchased extra equipment so that the girls never knew what was going
on back in the closet when one machine ran out of tape and the computer
automatically switched to another machine. John modified the program to
recognize sleep activity and to do reduced sampling to save tape.
Still, he was using a minimum of two tapes a day and usually three.
These he coded and stored in a locked closet off the Com room.

The girls took to wearing random outfits. It wasn't unusual for one to
walk around at lunch in lingerie, or at dinner wearing only tennis
shoes. Sometimes they would dress up fancy with make up and all, only
to seduce each other and peel it all off again. John did his best to
keep a normal diurnal schedule. He spent the majority of his *free*
time working on the master bedroom.

The girls' cabin fever seemed to have faded with the change in
relationships. John asked about another trip to town but the girls both
shrugged and said, "Maybe later." They kept John well fed and
exercised.

One day Cindy said to Theresa, "I'm kind of worried one of us is going
to get pregnant!" Theresa started giggling. "What's so funny?"

"If you were planning on it, you better change your plans. John got his
tubes cut before you ever got here."

"A vasectomy?"

"Yup!" Theresa giggled.

"Shit!" Cindy said. Theresa looked at her startled.... and then busted
out laughing. A moment later Cindy did the same. John did his best to
stay out of the middle of any intrigues. Which wasn't an easy thing to
do with two teenage girls hatching various plots almost daily. If
anything the clothes parade would have seemed almost comical if they
hadn't been so damn seductive.

Despite the girls' *help* he managed to finish the master bedroom. The
girls actually did help when it came time to move in. From the time the
relationships changed, he had changed the design so that there were
*three* large closets. It cut down a bit on space, but the bedroom was
really huge to start with; occupying a whole floor with the exception
of the master bath. The hardest part had been routing the plumbing in a
manner that would remain trouble free, yet efficient.

The bedroom was *still* huge. Even so it barely seemed large enough to
John with Theresa and Cindy sleeping there. The bed was the biggest
water bed John could find; a California King. The first night in
residence the girls tested the limits of the seams, not to mention
John's limits. John solved the problem of where to put the exercise
equipment by moving the new equipment into the old apartment. It was
perfect for it really, with its own shower and hot tub. The kitchen was
a bit much, but was nice to have there to keep orange juice and such
cold. John turned the girls loose to finish a floor of their own. He
had other projects in mind.

"I'm not ready!" Theresa protested.

"Then ask about what you don't understand how to do," John replied
simply. The girls jumped in with both feet. They spent a great deal of
time examining other floors and deciding how to do things, but that was
okay with John. He stopped by from time to time just in case. After the
structural materials were in place, the worst they could do, would be
cosmetic damage, or damage to themselves. John had patiently instructed
both of them how to safely use power tools. (Emphasising the distance
to a hospital and the hassles a trip to one would involve.)

In the meantime John took to converting half the top floor to a
solarium observatory. The stars were really quite stunning out there in
the desert, away from city lights. But it was cold and windy as well.
John built a rotatable frame which held clear Lexan panes. The roof
could be retracted half way to let in the sunlight or stars, yet still
retain the heat inside. John had purchased a pair of heavy duty winches
which now served the purpose of moving the roof. He had figured out one
of the secrets of happiness; stay busy! He applied this to both
himself, and the girls. Each time they would complete one project, John
always had another waiting for them to do. The girls put up token
resistance to this, branding John as a slave driver. Even so, within an
hour or two they would be hard at work on the new task, laughing and
joking with each other as they worked.

John completed the tracking mirror assembly which brought sunlight onto
any level. This contributed a lot to the girls having a more jovial
nature. John couldn't have been happier himself; Theresa seemed to have
taken to the broader relationships very well. She didn't even make
jesting protests. It was as if it had always been so. John didn't push
his luck though, he made certain that he paid just a bit more attention
to Theresa than he did to Cindy. His influence on the girls was
probably good as their vocabularies picked up a bit, but he was getting
concerned over their long term education. Neither had graduated High
School. He approached them on the subject.

"School? What the hell for?" was their mutual reaction.

"So you won't be considered ignorant and unemployable when you decide
to leave me."

"We're not leaving, are we?"

"Someday. I have no doubt of it. As it stands now, neither of you has
even a high school diploma. You won't be able to get a job at a Burger
King without one."

"I don't want to work at Burger King anyway," chuckled Cindy.

"Not the point. Let's say that somehow the feds got wind of my little
underage harem in the desert. They send me away to a hole darker and
deeper than this and seize my assets. You two either go back to your
families, such as they are, or hit the streets on your own. Now do you
want to go home or starve?"

"Neither, but I get your point," Theresa muttered.

"I do too... but how would they find out about us?"

"They probably won't, but what if the helicopter pilot sits down in
that restaurant where we had dinner, with the mechanics who did the
'cruisers and the lady from Victoria's secret. They get talking about
weird deliveries, expensive toys and perverts, then I could become a
love toy for two weight lifters with self applied tattoos."

"That's not going to happen," Theresa said.

"Probably not, but it could. The information is out there. If the right
people ever start to compare notes, I'm toast!"

"Can we butter you?" giggled Cindy.

"Maybe later.... In the mean time I'm serious."

"I was just joking," moped Cindy.

"So, how do you plan to send us to school? You can't very well walk up
to the school registrar and say; I found this girl on the road and
abducted the other one. I'd like to register them for school. Besides
it's a bit far to walk," said Theresa.

"He didn't abduct me, I ran away!" quipped Cindy.

"In the eyes of the law; I'm Godzilla and you're Bambi's mother. But
you don't have to go to *the* school, just to *a* school," John said.

"I don't follow."

"Me neither." John smiled six yards wide.

"Simple. I obtain the material you need to learn from the Internet. You
study it and take your GED tests. By the time you're ready to take the
test, you will be eighteen and legal to do whatever or live anywhere
you want."

"I was sorta glad to be away from school work," Theresa moped.

"Me too," Cindy said, "But it won't be as bad as going to regular
school. We can study here."

"As an extra incentive, I intend to present each of you with a little
graduation present when you get your GED certificates." Both girls'
interest was piqued.

"What?" they queried.

"Matching Land Cruisers."

"But neither of us can drive!"

"A situation I intend to remedy this coming summer when the road dries
out. We've got thirty miles of safe road to practice on."

"You're going to teach us to drive?" Theresa gasped.

"Sure."

"And if we get our GED's you'll give us our own Landcruiser?"

"You got it!"

"OK!" Cindy said, jumping up and hugging John.

"Count me in too!" Theresa said, moving into the huddle. They didn't
let up after a quick hug. John mused that it was getting so any little
event of excitement led to an orgy. He was smart enough not to
complain.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 12

John was nowhere to be found. Theresa searched everywhere for him.
Starting in the exercise room, and moving to the pool and the Com room.
Cindy looked up from her studies in the library, "Haven't seen him in
quite a while." He wasn't in the workshop. She considered checking each
maintenance stop on the outside elevator when she heard muffled music
coming from above. She finally located him reclining in the dark in the
solarium listening to classical music while he looked up at the
incredible star field visible from the middle of the desert.

It had never occurred to the girls that the solarium was useful at any
time other than daytime, when they peeled off what little they normally
wore and soaked up some rays. (John was mildly worried a pilot would
fly over and get a coronary from the two nude nymphs under glass in the
apparent shallow pit in the desert.)

"What are you doing in the dark?" Theresa asked, flipping on the light.
John suddenly squinted and covered his eyes.

"I WAS looking at the stars, but now you've ruined my night vision."

"Oops, sorry," Theresa said, turning the light back off.

"Too late now. What do you need?"

"Nothing, I was just curious where you were. But dinner's about ready."

"I'll be down in a bit."

"Sorry I spoiled your star gazing."

"It's okay," John said. Theresa looked at him a moment and then moved
off. She knew it *wasn't* okay, that John was just being nice. She
didn't understand though why anybody would *want* to be alone. Solitude
was exactly what John was thinking of. He had bought the Silo with
solitude in mind. Lately he got little of it.

Once over their initial shyness, the two girls had taken to sex with
the passion of an Amway salesman at a mud slide. It seemed like one or
the other of them would corner him several times a day with carnal
intent. He had a hell of a time convincing them of the concept that he
wasn't always interested. No, nothing was wrong. He just wasn't
interested in sex at the moment. Finally they accepted the idea that
nothing was wrong (telling themselves it was because of his age).
Sometimes they would go find the other one to console themselves with.
(From the camera's John knew they didn't even need the other to console
themselves.)

Outside the wind was picking up, blowing in a winter storm. The wind in
front of it had cleared some of the dust out of the upper atmosphere
and the *seeing* had been good. Now it pushed high clouds in to obscure
the stars. John sighed and pushed himself to his feet. He tripped the
control to roll the roof completely shut against the coming storm and
made his way down to the kitchen. For all the problems they created, it
was still very nice to have the girls around.

With a little instruction concerning his tastes, Theresa had turned
into an excellent cook. Cindy was coming right along. In the short time
since John had talked to them about it, they had both taken to their
studies with a vengeance. They would be ready for the test long before
they were eighteen, but John just couldn't figure out a way for them to
safely take it with the exception of going home long enough to take
their exams. Both girls had vetoed that idea.

The Silo was fast becoming the underground mansion that he had
envisioned. There were only six out of the fifteen floors left to
complete. John didn't presently have any clue what to use them for. He
already had all the space he needed. He decided to at least finish off
the structure of the floors and the utilities for each level. Space was
something that always ended up being used in the long run. One of the
problems he applied himself to were the hatchway openings into the silo
from the main elevator. It was a real pain to climb through the service
ports and the main elevator was much nicer than the small service
elevators running up and down the walls.

John made arrangements for a concrete saw with a diamond dust blade.
Between drilling, cutting, air chiseling and grinding he managed to
enlarge the ports to real doorway size. They wouldn't have the same
blast integrity as the originals, but that was okay with John. He
didn't intend to be launching any missiles from within his silo. He
started with the kitchen level and did the most commonly used ones
next, moving on eventually to all the floors.

He had figured out early on that he would need vertical access to each
floor. As such, each floor had a trap door which could be opened. When
all were opened, he had a straight shot with the winch cable from the
utility floor all the way down to the pool. He had ended up moving most
the heavier furniture items that way. Most of them wouldn't have fit
through the service ports even if he could have gotten them into the
main elevator.

When he was finished with the concrete cutting, the main elevator
became so much more useful, he sealed off three sub elevator accesses
except between adjoining floors. This meant the main elevator serviced
major floors with the sub elevators serving between stops. One sub
elevator served the whole silo, hatchways opening and closing behind
it. It *could* be used as a dumb waiter. Mostly, they used the stairs
between the main elevator stops.

The girls' investments slowly grew. Their studies proceeded better than
John had ever intended. The winter snow was the only thing holding up
their driving lessons.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 13

John reclined nude in the solarium. It was warm and sunny under the
clear covering. On the surface the winter wind howled and blew clouds
of snow crystals around. The girls entered and stripped off their
shorts. At first they just laid out and listened to the music. They had
learned barely - to tolerate his taste in music. Sly glances between
the girls worked into a conspiracy against John. He had his eyes closed
as he lay back. The girls approached him from both sides. They squirted
oil on their hands and proceeded to rub him down. Down wasn't the
direction he went.

Afterwards, Theresa managed to move herself to another lounge chair.
Cindy remained snuggled atop him. Theresa hadn't noticed the growing
intimacy between John and her friend. She was more than satisfied; she
was satiated. After a time, her regular breathing notified the other
two she was asleep.

John and Cindy shared each other's gaze. John pulled her down into a
gentle kiss. This grew in intensity as their hands began to explore
each other once more. As their tongues swirled around each other, the
trend of John's member reversed. Cindy looked at him in joyful
surprise. Together they moved towards another incredible orgasm. This
one the deepest, most intimate either had ever experienced.

Some time afterwards as John caressed Cindy towards sleep she whispered
softly in his ear, "I love you." He whispered the same in return and
still inside her, he shortly followed her into sleep. John awoke to a
slight chill. It was evening and the sun no longer penetrated the
solarium. Cindy lay snuggled as a blanket atop him. To his great
surprise he discovered he was still inside her. His hands began to
explore her firm nubile body. The thought that they had both slept
peacefully while he remained within her excited him. So much so he
began to grow once more.

Cindy moaned softly and then lifted her head to gaze into his eyes. She
suddenly became aware of John growing within her. Again she looked at
him with both surprise and joy. She bent to kiss him deeply which
helped speed the process of his growth. Once the progress was
sufficient, they began to move together, their eyes wide open and
locked together. This time their orgasm was soft and gentle. Somehow
intensely intimate.

Once again they whispered an intimate vow of love. A final sensual kiss
and Cindy reluctantly moved off him. A glance to the side showed
Theresa had pulled a robe around her as a blanket and gone back to
sleep. At the sound of movement she stirred and smiled at the two of
them. They finished off the day with a leisurely soak in the hot tub.
Afterwards John volunteered to make dinner.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 14

The girls spent much of the next few days stark naked. Somehow Cindy
rebelled from the intense session with John by showering her attentions
upon Theresa. John luxuriated in the brief respite, using the time to
work on various projects around the silo. For one thing he refined his
video interface breadboard. The new one was smaller and more reliably
built. The collection of video tapes had turned into a virtual library,
outgrowing the closet. John solved this by carting them off to one of
the many inspection tunnels that circumnavigated the silo. He stacked
them chronologically along the inside wall around the back side of the
silo in tunnel six. He also took to locking the access hatches lest the
girls stumble on them by random chance while wandering.

He was running low on tape as well as other non-food supplies. He made
up a shopping list and notified the girls to plan on a shopping foray.
The girls were ecstatic. They jabbered back and forth about what shops
they wanted to hit. It was now late January. A semi-warm stretch had
left the road passable by Cruiser, but muddy. John made sure that he
had chains and extra cable in case he got stuck. Just in passing he
threw in a folding shovel. He told the girls to pack a change of
clothes. They looked at him like he was crazy, but complied. By the
time they reached the road they were grateful for them. They changed in
the second 'Cruiser's shack, wishing for wash facilities. A visit on
the Internet had informed John of a new storm front, a big one, due in
just two days.

John turned the girls loose with a wad of cash at the Mall with a
reminder to be discrete and careful. They were both subject to being
picked up by the law. They promised and each stole a long deep kiss in
the relative privacy of the parking garage. They scheduled a rendezvous
and John drove off on his own shopping spree.

The girls would not have been at all interested in the stores John
found captivating. He visited surplus and supply houses. A trip to a
local wholesaler for multiple cases of video tape. Electronics parts
houses. A trip to a large merchandiser netted a small utility trailer.
He splurged many thousands of dollars on esoteric gadgets. He was in
seventh heaven. He solved the problem of security by renting a storage
garage and parking the trailer in it while he went to meet the girls
for lunch. He had one more stop to make first. He spent a whole hour
searching out just the right person on the local college campus. The
person was reluctant to deal with a person of his age, but a wad of
cash overcame his fear and John left with a small package tucked away
in his pocket.

When he met the girls they were laden with packages from almost every
store. He cringed inwardly as they were a walking beacon of trouble.
John helped them load the packages and then made a trip to the storage
unit to stow them while they went out to eat. At lunch the girls were
fairly oozing with sexual energy. The shopping spree had left them in a
sort of sexual frenzy. John managed to remind them to behave
themselves. They almost obeyed. John knew he was in for a hot night
anyway.

After lunch John made a purposeful stop at the storage unit. With the
door pulled down, the girls released each other's tensions under the
single dull light bulb of the unit. They abandoned themselves in each
other's bodies, hardly noticing the unheated condition of the storage
unit. When they were finally spent, the girls donned some of their new
purchases.

Finally on the road again, John made a stop at a large book retailer
and the girls collected study material for their GED's. John went about
pulling computer and physics books from the shelf. The book store cost
almost as much as the girls had spent in the Mall. Last on the agenda
were stops at the grocery and liquor stores. Back to the storage unit
to get the trailer. Now tarped over and bulging at the seams.

A stop at the restaurant where they had eaten on Christmas, parking the
'Cruiser where they could keep an eye on it while they ate. The owner
greeted them warmly and they had a veritable feast. Once again the
owner presented them with fresh bread as they left. Encouraging John to
bring his daughters back soon, as they seemed to be growing up quick.
John looked skyward and the owner nodded his supposed understanding.

They were barely out of town before the girls were back at each other.
John made them keep their clothes on in case he got pulled over. They
complied but every fastener was wide open. He made them climb in the
back and stack some of the things into the front so he didn't have to
watch them. They were distracting him from the driving. At the shack
they all changed into scrungier clothes for the return trip over the
muddy road. A good thing as the 'Cruiser got stuck three times with its
load of the heavily laden trailer. They were all plastered with gooey
cold mud by the time they reached the Silo.

John got the girls to help unload the perishables and then they parked
the rest in the garage to unload later. Once inside and warm, the girls
turned the mud into a sexual game. They went straight into the shower,
clothes and all. The hot steamy water slowly ablating the bone chilling
mud. In surprisingly short time they were squeaky clean and hotter than
ever. They followed the shower with a long soak in the hot tub. John
joined them but they seemed to sense his mood and left him unmolested
as they sat opposite from him and kissed every few minutes. They wore
short terry robes to keep the chill from returning as they sat around
the kitchen sipping coffee. Now that he was warm and clean, and the
worries over logistics and perishables were past, John was in a more
receptive mood.

He gazed at the line of Cindy's legs as they entered her robe. She was
preparing a light snack. Each time she stooped for a dish John got a
little more excited. When she bent into the fridge it turned into full
blown lust. Theresa caught his gaze and followed it. She smiled and
stepped up beside Cindy, bending into the fridge with her. She
whispered something in her ear and Cindy giggled. Then they kissed with
their heads in the fridge. Theresa's hand sliding up inside Cindy's
thigh.

John sat there enthralled. The vision of the two tight backsides before
him almost too much to bear. He approached them and ran a hand over
each shapely mound. The three of them went off arm in arm, stripping
clothes off as they went. Hours latter they all lay satiated. The girls
were sleeping soundly. John was as restless as ever.

He arose quietly and dressed. He made his way up to the surface and
began hauling boxed items down into his workshop. When he had the last
of them carted down, he began to open them up. For the next couple of
weeks the girls saw very little of John. They amused themselves between
their studies and their various carnal activities. Even when their
periods started, it hardly deterred them much more than the depth of
their probes into each others bodies. As usual, John stayed away from
them during their periods.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 15

John was blissfully busy anyway. As he completed assembly of them. he
moved various components of his project onto one of the unused floors.
The result resembled a mad scientist's lab. There was a padded table
with restraining straps and various arms hung about it. Kind of a cross
between a barber's chair and a gynecologist's table. Bundles of cables
ran to a computer set up on a table. This was surrounded with video
monitors and recorders. There was a second table with a sort of frame
atop it, also fitted with various arms and accessories. Another bundle
of cable ran from this to the computer table. Various tanks and
containers of chemicals were stacked under the second table and
connected to the arms by tubes. All in all, the set up looked
intimidating, to say the least.

John did his first tests on a Styrofoam head and an inflatable doll.
The scanner table faithfully scanned every square millimeter of each.
The results echoing on the computer screen. Then John tried phase two,
in which he produced an exact duplicate of the head. Lastly he produced
a "slip cover" for the head. He didn't bother to reproduce the doll,
the chemicals were expensive. But he was satisfied.

Now came the hard part; talking the girls into it. He might have to
wait a while to catch them in just the right mood. Right after their
periods wasn't necessarily the right time. Just before was better.
That's when the girls seemed most receptive to new things. They seemed
game for anything. They had even initiated anal sex once or twice when
they were in that frame of mind. John would bide his time. He locked up
the area and started hanging around the girls once more.

Over the next couple of weeks John talked a bit about his ideas for
some inventions he was working on. Probing the girls about how they
would feel about being scanned. Neither seemed really reticent about
it, but neither seemed enthusiastic either. When John shifted the
concept to custom clothing this changed. The girls had settled into
comfortable, but fairly sexy clothing as their normal mode of dress.
They alternated between terry skin tight shorts with tank tops and
their spandex suits. Both hugged their lithe frames like a glove.
Showing off each delicate curve. When they started to respond to John
and each other several times a day, John knew the time was right. He
helped set them up by preparing a special dinner. This of course was
accompanied with several bottles of wine.

When the girls became a bit tipsy and started caressing John and each
other, he led them to the scanner floor. When they entered they tensed
up a bit. John moved in, caressing and teasing them both till they
loosened up again. He had had the foresight to add space heaters to the
floor so that it was a bit too warm and very comfortable. He talked
Cindy into being first.

She giggled a bit as Theresa and John stripped off what little she was
wearing. Theresa helped a bit, attacking various erogenous zones as
they were revealed. Finally John got Cindy strapped down on the table.
Then with Theresa on his knee -being caressed to keep her comfortable-
John started the scanner. Cindy tensed a bit as the various arms
started to move in on her. When the first two didn't touch her at all,
she settled back. The next one however was more than she bargained for.
She yelped and giggled suddenly.

"Hey! This thing's feeling me up!" she giggled. "And not doing too bad
a job of it...." she added a moment latter.

"Just relax. It'll be over with pretty soon."

"It better, it's getting pretty personal... hey careful there! That's
sensitive," she giggled.

"Okay, first side done," said John as he released her straps. He kissed
her deeply and caressed her firm body to encourage her. Theresa looked
on suspiciously. John managed to get Cindy strapped down again, face
down on the table. Her cute bun cheeks begging one final caress before
John moved off to start the scanner once more. Once again the first
couple of scans were non-contact, but Cindy moaned with delight as the
next few traced over every square centimeter of her body. That is until
the probes delved between her ass cheeks.

"Hey! Now it's getting VERY personal!" she yelped.

"Just hold still, dear. It'll be over soon," John said without looking
up. Theresa thought it was mildly amusing. She moved close and watched
with fascination when the last arm moved in and tiny fingers carefully
probed Cindy's entire pubic area. This part Cindy didn't seem to mind.
John had to remind her to keep still as she started writhing around in
response to the multiple gentle fingers. She giggled a bit, but managed
to keep reasonably still. This didn't last when the fingers started
probing the bottoms of her feet. She started jerking and laughing till
tears rolled down her cheeks. John decided he had enough and turned the
machine off.

Cindy's reaction upon being released was to vent her tension upon John.
She basically took him to the floor and raped him. Theresa helping.
Seldom had John seen Cindy so hot. By the time she cried out in ecstasy
for the third time Theresa was eager for *her* scanning. She stripped
off her remaining garment and had herself half strapped down by the
time John got free of Cindy to complete the task. Even then Cindy was
all over him as he tried to run the scanners over Theresa.

When she yelped a bit Cindy commented, "You might try warming that
group of probes if you really have to probe there!"

"I'll say! That's cold!" giggled Theresa. "And damn personal!"

"Just lay still, dear," John said.

"Okay... but we're gonna scan you when this is done!" Theresa
threatened. Cindy nodded her agreement and John shrugged.

"Sure, why not. It's only fair," he said. He got Theresa turned over
and Cindy moved in to watch as the fingers probed her backside and
between her legs. She seemed a bit contemplative but didn't say
anything then. Theresa was as wild as Cindy had been upon her release.

When the girls were finally through with John and each other, Cindy
piped up, "Your turn!" John resigned himself to his fate and showed the
girls how to run the scanners. Mostly he just had to remind them of
what they had seen him doing while he was scanning them. He prayed for
leniency as they strapped him down. If they didn't run it right the
probes would not only get personal, but painful.

The girls shared the chair as they started the scans. They could still
hardly keep their hands off each other. John gritted his teeth and
didn't dare say a word when the probes got personal. The girls were
right. That set of probes could use a heater. To his surprise he was as
hot as the girls when his scanning was done. He was fully excited. He
grabbed the first girl that got close to him.. Which turned out to be
Cindy. He took her on the floor. Theresa busied herself anywhere he
wasn't paying attention to. Between them, Cindy's orgasm came swiftly.
John wasn't done himself, he grabbed Theresa and entered her with the
same intensity.

When Cindy recovered she moved off to study the machine as John and
Theresa became fully preoccupied. When the two lay side by side on the
floor Cindy came back and guided each to their feet. She led them to
the master bedroom and got Theresa bedded down. John came back from the
bathroom and Cindy waylaid him, guiding him back to the scanner.

"I need to talk to you," she said.

"About what?"

"Oh, about the other attachments that you didn't use," she said.

"Uh..."

"Don't play games with me, I'm not stupid! I figured out what they're
for!" she said.

"Uh... I didn't intend to use them on you."

"Why not?" she said. (To John's great surprise.)

"Uh... well, I didn't know how you'd feel about them."

"You want a complete scanning of me don't you? Isn't that's what
they're for? To measure my insides too?"

"Uh... yes."

"So why didn't you just ask?"

"Like I said. I didn't know how you would feel about it. If you thought
the other probes were personal you damn sure would think these were."

"I figured that out... Look, silly. I love you! You're welcome to probe
my eyelashes if you feel like it." With that she pulled him into a deep
kiss. Her hand traced down his bare abdomen and over his manhood. His
responded by moving his over her breasts and backside. When they
finally pulled back, she said, "So... let's do it!"

"Okay, if you say so. I haven't really tested them. Not really
something that's easy to test. Really a matter of keeping the pressure
low enough to not be uncomfortable while high enough to get a good
reading."

"Come on..... perverted old man that you are. Let's probe my ass and
pussy! If it's not too bad I'll figure out a way to talk Theresa into
it too." John was bright red in his embarrassment, but he allowed
himself to be led. Cindy was tugging him by his manhood anyway so he
wasn't really fighting it. Cindy kissed him deeply once more and then
hopped up onto the table. She wore a smirking grin as John strapped her
down. To cover his embarrassment he talked about what the machine would
do.

"I couldn't really figure an easy way to take accurate measurements of
the inside. So what I figured to do, was to inflate a condom inside...
uh... the subject, with a setting foam agent. My biggest concern is
that the foam gets hot when it sets. So I added small cooling tubes
which I can run cold water through if it gets too hot. You'll have to
let me know if it gets too hot."

"Oh, believe me. I will!" Cindy giggled. As the other scans were run,
John fitted the vaginal probe right off. He smeared the area with K-Y
jelly and Cindy giggled in response. He got the probe started into her
vagina and then kissed her before moving to the computer. When John
started the foam Cindy gasped half in surprise and half in pleasure.
The foam expanding to fill her every crevice. It was HOT, but not
uncomfortably so. John asked her if he should start the cooling and she
threatened him with bodily harm if he did.

She was enjoying it! Never had she felt so full and so hot! Her body
convulsed involuntarily. John worried about the measurement. He hadn't
thought about what an orgasm would do to the readings. But finally as
the foam began to cool Cindy settled down as the foam began to set up.
She was awash with endorphins and content to remain still. John moved
over and kissed her. She responded by giving him a tonsillectomy.
Finally John judged the foam to be set up and moved to extract the mold
from within her. To Cindy it felt huge as it was extracted from her.
She experienced another involuntary shudder as a result. Then John had
the straps off her and she was all over him once more. John held her
off as he deemed now was the time to finish the other side while she
was so hot.

Cindy didn't bat an eye as he queried her about her last bowel
movement. Just a few hours before, she informed him. She was almost in
a state of sexual frenzy when he strapped her face down on the table.
Her hips moving involuntarily to his touch. Moving back in anticipation
of the last probe. John teased her pubic area to keep her receptive as
he smeared the lubricant on her and the probe. He carefully worked it
in and surprisingly, Cindy moved her hips in rhythm with his movements.
She moaned softly in pleasured response until it was fully implanted.
John wiped his hand on a towel and moved to the controls. He eased the
pressure up slowly. Cindy gasped even so as the hot foam entered her
anus. Separated from the delicate tissue by only a thin latex rubber
membrane.

In spite of Cindy's threats John added some cooling. The effect wasn't
lost on Cindy as she felt a mingled HOT and COLD growing within her
backside. Her hips started convulsing involuntarily. She strained at
the straps on her wrists and ankles. Her breath came in gasps. Goose
bumps appeared randomly all over her body and seemingly ran in waves
over her soft skin. Then without any warning she convulsed heavily once
and was still.

John checked the readings just to be sure that the condom hadn't
ruptured. He had used quite a bit more volume than he had expected. No,
the condom was intact. A quick check of her pulse relieved his concern.
She had just passed out. John let the foam set up completely before he
backed the probe out of her. He wiped it off with the towel as he
extracted it. Then he tenderly wiped her clean. He unstrapped her from
the table and cradled her in his arms. Sitting on a chair as he
caressed her back to consciousness. Slowly she opened her eyes and
smiled at him.

"Make love to me," she said huskily. "All of me, just like the
machine." John moved to carry her downstairs, instead of disturbing
Theresa, he entered the guest bedroom. He lay her gently on the bed and
she pulled him to her. Her hands in frenzied exploration of his body.
Later she lay sprawled unconscious atop him. Her body twitching a bit
involuntarily.

John had never known such a passioned attack upon his body. Cindy had
been like a wild animal, possessed and wild with passion. He rolled
Cindy off to the side and lay still while he caught his breath. Their
sweat mingled and ran together as they lay side by side. Finally he
pulled the blanket over her and moved off to the bathroom. He washed
himself and then carried a warm wet washcloth back with him. John
completed his cleanup, rinsed the cloth out. Then he crawled in and
snuggled to Cindy. She opened her eyes just a slit and pulled him into
a great passionate kiss. She pulled herself atop him and hugged him
fiercely, like she would never see him again. She acted like she was
trying to pull herself right inside of his body. John caressed her back
and sides. Goose bumps arose on her skin wherever he touched.

Cindy clenched him tight with her whole body and gasped, "I love you!"
in his ear. John responded in kind and her whole body quivered atop
him. He continued to caress her and after a time he felt her teardrops
dripping upon his shoulder. Her body quivered atop him. He pulled the
blanket over them and caressed her tenderly until they both fell to
sleep.

In the night, John woke several times to find Cindy clutching him with
her whole body. Her legs wrapped around him like her arms. Both madly
clutching him. Each time he caressed her gently and she snuggled to him
as she relaxed under his touch.
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Continued in chapters 16-20.

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