Part Four

Palms sweating and head buzzing, Terri felt more nervous than she had at any time in her life. A glass of their very, very precious stock of wine had done little to put her at ease. On the other side of the door her husband sat on their bed, wearing only a pair of silk boxers, waiting for her to join him. And seated on two chairs next to the bed would be her two daughters, her very first sexual audience. At Ted's suggestion they were dressed in bathrobes and sleep shirts. Ted had said that he'd make the lights low enough to not be embarrassing, but high enough that the girls would get a good view of the proceedings. Typical man. Avoiding embarrassment would be impossible! She just needed to avoid getting sick!

She looked in the bathroom mirror one final time, cinching the bathrobe so that it was almost suffocating. With a few tugs, she managed to cover up most of her cleavage and most of her ass. That she was completely naked underneath, and had only a thin strip of pubic hair, was something that she wanted to leave unthought. She tried to focus on the education and advantages they'd be giving Kim and Kath. In her encounters with The Sniper, Kim had only lain face down and naked on the bed, while he entered her from behind and left his seed inside her. She'd never even touched his manhood. And this morning, she'd discovered that Kath was even less experienced. Her sole sexual experience had been a drunken coupling that had stolen her virginity but had left her without a single moment of pleasure. Now they were going to watch Dad put it to Mom. She didn't even want to think about the kind of questions they might ask afterward.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door and stepped into the bedroom. Ted sat on their bed, leaning against the backboard, while Kim and Kath scrambled to find their seats, their bathrobes flapping as they moved. Ted hadn't discussed his plans for the evening, so she just perched on the bed as he turned to address the girls.

"I know this is going to seem weird for you at first. But in just a few weeks, you're probably going to have a whole bunch of guys trying to get into your panties, and you're going to have to let them in. You know how much the world has changed. And you know all the stories your new friends have told you about this place. You're smart, beautiful girls. We're going to show you what to expect, and how you can make it into a good experience. When the General comes walking into your room, you're going to be ready to give him the best time he's ever had.

"So, it all starts with how you look, and how you look at him. Come over here, my sweet," he motioned to Terri, getting up from the bed to stand directly in front of the girls. At his direction, she knelt before him, grateful that the floor would steady her trembling knees. "Always remember that men are turned on by what they can see, and by what they can imagine. Right now as I look down I can see an eager face and the suggestion of a nice pair of tits hidden by a tight robe. And farther down, I see a nice pair of taut legs, with her thighs and intimate parts completely hidden. But if she loosens her robe Now I can see some of her succulent breast, and though her pussy is still in the shadow, I know that it will soon be open to me."

Terri turned to see her daughters' reaction to such graphic terms, but they were just nodding their heads as though taking mental notes. Before the Plague, kids were already very sophisticated. Now they were even more so. At a nod from her husband, Terri shifted her robe back off her shoulders, leaving her breasts open for all to see. As she reached up to remove his shorts, he stayed her hands for a moment.

"Here's one rule you should almost never break. When you're giving a blowjob, you should always be bare-breasted. It gives the man a feeling of power and some extra visual stimulation, too."

For Kimberly, this was the moment she'd been waiting to see. Her mother, finally on her knees where she should be, submitting her will and her body to her father. After all those years listening to the woman whine and complain about the simplest decisions, it was nice to see that he might be able to get some pleasure from her. Kimberly could see that her mother wasn't at all comfortable being in this position. That made her very glad.

Kim hadn't seen very many penises in her life. A few flaccid ones when they'd gone skinny-dipping in a pool several summers ago. A few erect ones in pictures they'd found on the Internet. But none in person. None close-up. Even when The Sniper had fucked her, she hadn't gotten a good look at it. When her father's boxers slid away, though, she felt a real sense of awe and pride. It was already half-erect, with a circumcised mushroom head and thick veins lining the shaft. Huddled in a taut sack just below were his heavy balls, covered in a sparse field of pubic fur. She'd never seen this man look more powerful and commanding, and it was all she could do to keep from pushing her mother away and taking him into her own mouth. She wanted nothing more than to be coated in his cum, and to give him the pleasure he so richly deserved.

As discreetly as possible, Kim slipped her fingers under her robe and sleeper, to slowly caress her already tingling slit. Just three feet before her, her mother was squeezing her father's cock, and daintily licking off the first clear drop of cum that appeared there. She glanced over at her sister, who sat primly on her chair, her eyes locked not on their father but their mother. Kath probably thought that their mother was the one in control; that she was doing him a great service. Ha! Her mother now sucked and licked the great cock before her, finally forced to give him the pleasure she'd so obviously denied him before. Kim noticed that her mother's nipples were barely hard, while her own were hard as rocks. And her mother had closed her eyes, unwilling to look into the commanding face above her. The flesh in her mouth was now stiff as a board, and Kim desperately wanted to know what it would feel like to worship a man in this way. And how good it would feel to worship this man.

Even now, late at night, alone in her bed, she still fantasized about taking The Sniper into her mouth. If only she hadn't been so impatient that first time! The Sniper had shot, and killed, an armed man who had been trying to break into their home in the old neighborhood. Her father, rightfully recognizing that their family needed extra protection, had come up with the idea of giving The Sniper a thank-you gift. But The Sniper had all the food he needed, and he lived with several women. When her father had suggested that one of the girls be the reward, her mother had hit the roof. It had taken hours of arguing to convince her of the simple logic, and Kim had volunteered her services. To her, The Sniper was sexy, powerful and mysterious. Plus, he'd saved her from almost certain rape and probable slavery.

The day of the gift, her father had put her in her bedroom and told her to strip naked. He would bring The Sniper to her, and she was to do anything he wanted. Laying on her bed, her legs splayed open and pointing at the door, she imagined him coming in, seeing how beautiful and open she was, kissing his way up to her lips even as he frantically removed his clothes. Then she would take his manhood in her mouth and make him even harder, before inviting him to fuck her all day and all night. A half-hour later the door remained closed, though her imagination had begun to spin out of control. She found herself lightly caressing her pussy, then fingering the inside, and finally frigging herself with all her might. At that moment, the doorknob began to turn, and she immediately flipped onto her stomach, knowing that her red and glowing pussy would be a dead giveaway to her actual state of arousal.

Laying there, panting and horny, her pussy hot and juicy, she felt him settle onto the bed and heard the soft sound of his zipper releasing. "You don't have to do this," he said softly, his body moving into position over hers. "I know," she had replied, spreading her legs just a little to give him better access to her hole. When his cock broke her hymen, the unexpectedly sharp pain made her cry out. "I'm sorry. I didn't know," he'd said, to which she could only grit out that he should keep going. Soon he'd urged her into a kneeling position and he was pounding his cock into her. She'd looked back and between her knees for some sign of the monster-sized shaft that seemed to be splitting her pussy open, but all she could see were his balls swinging this way and that. Finally he exploded into her pussy, and she could literally feel the liquid jets splashing against her insides. He'd left her there, still on her stomach. And the second time he'd come for a reward, he'd asked to have her the exact same way. And so she'd never even glimpsed the cock that owned her virginity.

Turning her attention back to the scene before her, Kim saw that her mother had abandoned her languid pace and was now frantically sucking, licking and pumping the rock solid flesh in her mouth. Her robe, once demurely draped over her thighs, now lay pushed off to one side, leaving her entire body naked to everyone's probing eyes. As she gobbled at him, her eyes held a wild and desperate light, as though she'd do anything he asked of her, just to keep his cock hard and happy. To Kim, this was a side of her that she'd never seen. A side with her father firmly in control. And her mother rightfully under his power. It didn't even occur to her that this balance of power might have been in effect for many years. Kim had judged her mother long ago.

With a slight push, her father pressed her mother back on her heels. For a fleeting moment, Kim thought she saw a look of disappointment cross her mother's face. Then, at a nod from her father, her mother opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, like a baby bird awaiting a meal. Squeezing his cock in his hand, her father pumped at it until a stream of white, viscous liquid spurted from the tip, with some landing on the waiting tongue, but most splashing on her mother's face. Her father groaned as he launched spurt after spurt towards his wife, and he almost collapsed when she reached forward to tongue the remaining drips from the crown of his cock.

That was his sperm, his cum, Kim realized after an awestruck moment. The same stuff she'd cleaned out from inside of her after The Sniper had fucked her. There was so much of it! And it looked so much more potent covering her mother's face, who still knelt obediently before her husband.

"Nothing shows that you respect a man more than swallowing his cum," her father instructed, breaking the silence. "And if you let him cum where he can see it, it shows that you're really ready to serve him, and only him. Remember how I said that men were turned on by the visual? Well, this really turns a man on."

As he said it, he nodded to his wife, who carefully collected all the errant cum onto her fingers and sucked it into her mouth, looking for all the world like she wanted to do it all again. But when she was finished, her father simply ordered the two of them back to bed, asking Kim to shut the door on the way out.