Part Thirteen

Ted had a lot to curse about, and he took this rare moment of solitude to get it out of his system. First were the demands of the new Director, who demanded that a finite food stock somehow be divided to supply an infinite demand. Impossible! And the area's farmers weren't helping, either, refusing to plant for the season until the weather was more cooperative. He knew better than to press the point with them. A guy in Omaha had forced farmers to plant too early, and they'd lost the entire crop. The guy had lost more than his job, too.

Second, his family was just two days away from the Presentation, and he still didn't know how to do it. Terri certainly had the goods to impress any man, and with the training he'd given her, she was now a highly-tuned sex machine. But none of the examples he'd been able to wean from his co-workers and neighbors appealed to him. Lots of people did a stripper routine, with music and lights and dancing. Some put on dark productions, strapping their wives down and inviting The General to use them as dungeon slaves. One guy invited The General to dinner, with all the food served on his wife's naked body. And not only did he have to worry about his wife's Presentation, he had to worry about his daughters' as well. Although they weren't part of the official ceremony, they would be available for soldier visits as soon as Terri received The General. To cap it all off, he'd heard rumors that The General himself would be guarding a huge food convoy on that day, and might not even be around to receive Terri. And heaven help his family if something happened to The General and the whole system changed.

It was enough to make a calm man tense, and his usual outlets had done little to assuage his stress. He'd tried putting his secretary's tight little pussy to good use, but he embarrassingly had lost his erection after just a few strokes. Even her cock-sucking skills, though adept, hadn't been able to bleed the stress from him. His wife had been more than willing to open her legs for him, but even that hadn't been appealing, despite the way that she'd groveled at his feet. And his daughters, though beautifully nubile and firm, had been able to get him hard, but not get him off. As a result, he hadn't shot his load in nearly a week, and that frustration just added to the stress.

On top of all that, he now had to use a bit of their precious allotment of gasoline to pick up Kath from a friend's house on the other side of the Enclave. Normally she'd be able to walk home. But normally the weather wouldn't be this ungodly cold. Why was it so bloody cold this late in the season? And since she hadn't thought to wear a winter coat (who would?), he now had to pick her up in the car.

He was still cursing his luck when he walked into his destination, and into a grown man's dream. There, lounging all throughout the living room, was over a dozen fresh, vivacious and topless teenage girls. He'd never seen so much taut, firm flesh in his entire life. Nipples and tits of all shapes and sizes beckoned to him, and he could feel his cock already beginning to respond to their siren song. Best of all, the bodies that those tits adorned were as firm and shapely as a man could want. All of the girls wore teeny, tiny panties, and it was all he could do to keep from wading into the crowd and slipping his hand between the silky covering and the just as silky slits.

"Inspiring, isn't it?" Ted heard a man's voice ask from behind him. He turned to find the man sticking his hand out. "I'm Mark Storer, Natalie's father. She's the skinny brunette in the corner, with the pink panties. And you're Ted Donovan, I take it. Kath and Kim's father?" Ted nodded as they shook hands. "Natalie says that Kath and Kim are already the talk of the garrison, and they haven't even been Presented yet," the man continued. "Mind if I ask, are they both natural breasted?"

Even after the events of the last two years, Ted was still a bit taken aback by the question. But under the circumstances it wasn't really prying. After all, they were looking at a bunch of people's bare breasted daughters. "Yep, both natural, just like their mother. I heard some guys are getting implants for their daughters, but I think natural is the way to go." He looked back at Natalie and added, "Of course, there's lots of guys who go for the classic tiny tit teen, too."

"Yeah, Nat gets her fair share of attention. But you're lucky to have your daughters and wife. Speaking of which, I hear you joined the Big Tit Club on your side of the Enclave. Oh, don't worry. That one's approved by the garrison. And it's a small place. Word gets around fast. My wife Joanne wouldn't qualify for that one. Not that I mind. I've got something even better going. Maybe you're interested?"

"Could be. What is it?" Actually, Ted couldn't imagine what would be better than having monthly access to a bunch of beautiful, big tit women. But better to be polite.

"Oh, it's nothing much. Just what you see here. Anytime you want it."

Ted turned and gave his host an incredulous look. Mark continued, "Yep. Most of these girls, and a whole bunch more besides. Any way you want. Any time you want. All you gotta do is put your girls into the pool. Tell you what. Why don't I get you a beer and we can talk about it?"

They sat in the kitchen, giving them both a good view of the female flesh lounging in the other room. Ted wasn't sure what to be most impressed with: the deal that he was being offered, or the case of pre-Troubles Coors that Mark had sitting in his refrigerator. He took a long sip of the beer as he contemplated the deal and the teenage girls before him. They laughed, giggled and gossiped in small groups, with some touching up their make-up, and some just watching a video on TV. In fact, except for the fact that they were half-naked, they could be any group of teenage girls from any day in the past, present or future. Ted found it hard to easily dismiss the topless thing, though. Kath's boobs were about the fullest in the group, though a couple of girls had big boobs that weren't as firm or upright. Most were solid B's or C's, with a scattering of A's. Just as importantly, all were well-shaped and healthy looking, with smooth curves and silky skin that just begged to be kissed. Or splattered with hot cum. It was easy enough to imagine all of them stripped down to the raw, their teen pussies ready to be split with a big, hard cock. Just by the look of it, most of them were shaved smooth or had their pubes cut in slim designs. Perfect for getting a mouthful of pussy without having to deal with hair in the way. And for watching your cock disappear into a tight, hot slit.

The deal was simplicity itself. He agreed to let his girls be used by any member of the group. Anytime they sucked, fucked or otherwise performed, he got a chit that he could use with any girl in the group. He could visit a girl anytime he wanted. He could have her do anything he wanted. The only codicil was that her father would have to agree that the act was within the bounds of fair play. Only one guy had ever been warned; he'd been having the girls masturbate with glass pop bottles, which could break off and cause permanent damage. That guy had simply switched to other, less dangerous implements. In fact, if Ted had the chits, he could also have two or more girls get together for a father/teen orgy. Just as long as he let others do the same with his daughters.

While this unofficial club wasn't covered under the Enclave's laws, it wasn't really illegal, either. The powers that be recognized that there were far more women than soldiers. They didn't intend to put a stop to all sexual encounters. They just wanted to assure that any woman was available when they wanted her. The club had a plan for that, too. Before Ted headed over to a girl's house, he was encouraged to call first, to make sure the girl didn't have any visitors from the garrison. After that, he was free to visit and enjoy whatever he wanted.

Ted stood in the doorway to the living room and contemplated the girls gathered there. "You said most of the girls belong to the group," he called back to his host. "Which ones don't belong?"

Mark joined him in the doorway and pointed out the four girls that didn't belong. Even though Ted didn't say anything, he was happy as he surveyed the remaining girls. There were two black girls, lithe things with medium-heavy tits, that he was already aching to put his rod into. In fact, all the girls held a certain fascination, and he was eager to get his mouth on their firm, young tits. Not to mention having the pleasure of sliding his tongue between their lips both sets.

Mark appeared to guess what he was thinking, adding, "You know, these aren't all the girls. If you join, we'll have 36 in all. And one thing you have to remember, most of the girls have some special talent."

"Special talent?" Ted replied. He'd already learned not to underestimate the off-hand statements Mark made.

"Yeah. Here. I'll show you." He turned to the living room. "Natalie? Can you come here a minute, dear?"

Ted followed as Mark and his daughter headed to a storage room off the kitchen. "Natalie, please show Mr. Donavan your special position."

Ted watched as the thin brunette quickly stripped off her bikini bottom, revealing a delicious pussy that was completely devoid of any hair. Laying back to the floor, she pushed her long legs straight up in the air, then contorted her waist and legs until her calves were behind her shoulders, and her pussy was spread almost painfully open. Ted could literally see into her stretched cunt, and if he'd snaked his cock into her, there'd be nothing to impede the final insertion. And, despite the fact that she looked stretched to the limit, Ted imagined that the fit would be very tight indeed.

Again Mark seemed to know his thoughts. "You can fuck her this way, you know. And you've never felt anything quite like it. Natalie's a gymnast, and she knows all kinds of interesting positions. Don't you, dear?"

Ted stared as she unwound before sliding into a full pussy-to-the-floor version of the splits. "As long as I get a chance to warm up, Dad," she answered, retrieving her bikini bottom from the floor. "Can I get back there, Dad? Or do you want me to do something else?"

"Just this," Mark replied, pulling his daughter close and kissing her long and hard, one hand caressing her ass and one hand pinching her nipple. "Is anyone visiting you tonight?" he asked, his hand still running over her firm tit. As she shook her head, he said, "You'll be with me and Mom tonight, in our bed. And we'll see if we can't get these nubs just a little bit bigger. Now give your Pops a squeeze and you can head out there." Obediently, Natalie pushed her hand into her father's shorts, squeezing and rubbing the flesh inside. At her father's nod she withdrew it, then bounded out the door without a backward glance.

"Oh, yeah, you can bet I'm hard," he said in answer to Ted's questioning look. "Sometimes it's nice to get into something fresh. And sometimes it's nice to stay with the stuff you know. And who could resist that little ass, especially when it's sticking way up in the air and just begging to be fucked." He paused, then shook his head rapidly, as if reluctantly clearing away a memory.

"Anyway, Natalie's a gymnast. There's a couple more of those. Some of the girls are ex-cheerleaders, but they can still do the maneuvers. There's a few tomboy types. Good for all-around activities, and they stand up well under heavy use. A few specialize in group action. You can ask another father to join you, but you both have to put a chit in. And if you want two girls at once, you need two chits. There are three bona fide lesbians. The real thing is well-worth watching, though a lot of the girls will do it if you tell them to. Your girls have the biggest tits in the group. That may as well be their talent. There's a few guys who will line up to get a shot at them. As for the rest, well, as you try them out, you'll find out what their specific talent is. Some will amaze you at how kinky they'll get. Some will even suggest that you get kinky with them. Wait'll that happens. They're all young, and despite the way the world is, still a bit naïve. You can use that to your advantage."

Ted noticed his Kathryn saunter past the doorway, her breasts big, bare and inviting. He knew he'd be fucking his youngest daughter that night, probably bending her over the couch as his wife and oldest daughter looked on. He wanted to join the club in the worst way. More than the big-breasted club, even. But unlike that group, he'd never be able to justify this one to his wife. And even though he was the king of his household, his wife could certainly make his life very difficult. Especially this close to The Presentation. He needed her cooperative for that more than anything.

He had to find an angle to justify this to Terri. "Say, Mark. The rest of the fathers. Who are they? Are they anyone special in The Enclave?"

"No. No one more special than any other resident. Nobody from the board or anything like that. I mean, those guys can just write out a warehouse pass and get any woman they want. So they don't need this club. So, nobody special. But, you know, there are a couple guys from where you work, from the FEMA base. Benin Farhouk, I think. And Jerry Barber. Know them?"

Ted didn't know any Jerry Barber. But he knew Benin Farhouk. A good administrator, about two levels above Ted on the organization chart. And in a department that Ted hoped to be promoted into. Benin would be his reason for joining this club. And who knew? Maybe Benin might even be obsessed with fucking big-breasted white teenagers. It could work out that way.