Cuckoo

Part One: An old problem and a new solution

"They say that money can't buy you happiness and I'd agree with that but it can certainly buy you convenience. Take my son James for instance. That's how this whole story starts. Vivian and I both wanted a child but there were the usual problems of modern life, which kept getting in the way. Vivian has a pretty high powered career these days."

Richard knew that much. Ms Greenway had retained her maiden name after the marriage. She was an advertising consultant with one of the more prominent agencies and she'd risen rapidly to reach the board before she was thirty, quite a remarkable achievement but one that was no doubt helped by her classical good looks. Vivian had a cascade of raven black hair and an aristocratic aquiline nose. Her long legs were perfectly turned and her trim body was firm but supple under the smart business suits she preferred. Richard had known Sir Peter before he first started seeing Vivian. He was nobody's fool. But Richard wondered if he'd met his match with Vivian in more ways than one. She was sharp and ruthless and knew exactly how to get what she wanted.

"You both have important jobs", Richard said. "It must have been awkward."

Sir Peter nodded amiably.

"Vivian didn't want to interrupt her career or her social life for nine months of increasing discomfort, which is how she saw pregnancy. I sympathised but there was no solution we could think of which would satisfy our requirements."

"Did you consider adopting?"

"Briefly. But I wanted a child that came from my own loins and Vivian had the same feelings about her own genetic input. We might never have got any further if it hadn't been for a curious dinner party conversation. I'd invited Edward Stebbings and his wife to stay over for the weekend. Do you remember him? Short portly sort of a chap. He was in the year above ours at school but I knew him through the cricket team."

Richard scratched his head trying to recall an old fellow pupil.

"Wasn't he the one who was nearly expelled over the mysterious drugs incident? I don't think we ever did learn everything that was going on there."

"That's Eddie Stebbings", Sir Peter confirmed. "But what you may not know is that he went on to become a doctor and now he's a respected Harley Street specialist - a gynaecologist in fact. He's married to Patricia. They met at medical school and she practices with him. She's a bit of a harpy to tell the truth - hard nosed and with sharp little features but they get on well and Eddie has ways of enjoying himself which I found out later. That Harley street practice is a very cosy set up.

Anyway, the subject of children must have come up in casual conversation and my wife mentioned our dilemma. That was when Eddie suggested we try surrogacy. Vivian wasn't very enthusiastic at first and to tell the truth, neither was I. But we hadn't understood the progress of medical science. The doctor explained to us that there was now no reason why a surrogate mother couldn't be implanted with the egg from another woman already fertilised in vitrio with the sperm from the father."

"So this so called 'mother' contributes no genetic material to the child?"

"That's right", Sir Peter confirmed. "In effect she's just a borrowed womb to carry out the business of bringing an alien baby to term. Very convenient and exactly what we were looking for except for one major problem."

"Which was?"

"Well, you must have heard of all those court cases where a legally arranged surrogate mother takes it into her head to keep the child. There's been plenty of trouble in the States about this kind of thing. And sometimes judges revoke the original agreements. It's a messy legal area and who can tell what might happen when a woman's hormones get done over by the pregnancy? I didn't want to risk this kind of complication with its attendant publicity and said as much to Edward. Happily he had a solution for that problem too…"

He paused for a minute as his guest luxuriated in the oral attentions of the lovely blonde maid. Her tongue was so delightfully delicate that Richard knew he would have to spend himself down the back of her throat before long.

"Dr. Stebbings asked if either of us had any ethical objections to breaking some of the social rules which operate in conventional society. Naturally we said no."

Richard laughed. He'd helped Sir Peter to conceal a range of financial indiscretions in the past and he knew that his friend was a man of few qualms when it came to the exercise of power and privilege. Sir Peter thought that the law was for the bourgeois and that for the rich, morality was what you made of it. He was ultra right wing and such scruples as he seemed to possess struck Richard as part of a carefully calculated façade.

"The doctor explained that he was working on a treatment to 'pacify' recalcitrant patients and redirect their inner drives along lines suggested by their therapist. Vivian pointed out that this was rather out of his normal run of work as a gynaecologist to which his reply was that this research was something along the lines of a hobby, which he shared with Patricia. Apparently he'd been studying some modern drugs and their effects upon the brain. He'd started with analgesics and worked his way up to something quite strange and potentially very powerful. As I listened I grew more and more excited, sensing the prospect of a solution to our problem and a way to help the doctor and his wife in their research. So the four of us began to make our plans…"

"You'll have to excuse me," Richard interrupted at this point. "I'm rather excited myself!"

"Of course", Sir Peter chuckled.

Richard grasped Amanda by the hair and pulled her head up, bending down to pinch her nose. She squeaked like a frightened little mouse and her face flushed pink as her lips opened into a wide O to let her breath. It was obvious what the guest wanted and his exultant prick was soon enjoying the moist pressure of her mouth. She swallowed once in an involuntary reaction but fought valiantly to keep her throat open as the tip of Mr. Mann's cock pressed onto the top of her tonsils. He gave a little grunt of pleasure and unloaded inside her - thick wads of hot sticky come. He let his left hand cup the back of her neck, the thumb sliding round and forward above her Adam's apple. He didn't want her to choke so he released her nose but he did want her to swallow all his seed. A light pressure at the top of the windpipe was all it took to make her give a series of convulsive gulps in which his sperm was drawn deep into her stomach. When he let his cock slide out there was only a small sticky residue at the tip, which was smeared over her face before he allowed her to clean the last few drops with her tongue. The sight of his semen drying to a hard crust across her pretty cheeks as she worked was most engaging.

"Code Babel Off", Sir Peter said. "Fetch us another drink Amanda, there's a good girl."

She did as she was bidden then when the men were comfortable again Sir Peter told her to stand in the corner with her hands on her head and wait.

"Code Babel On", he said.

"Code Babel acknowledge", the girl replied. This time Richard was sure that he saw her eyes glaze briefly as she passed from understanding to non-comprehension.

"I sometimes have her pose like that for an hour or two when I've no other use for her", Sir Peter said. "She makes an interesting decoration don't you think? Now let's continue."