Chapter 19

The level of excitement grew as they reached Wayward. The best part of the whole arrival for the younger members of the Jenkins clan came from the promise of camping. They would be living in a courtyard during the pod's conversion into their permanent home.

For the mothers in the group, concerns that were more serious circulated in their minds. Wayward's ecosystem had originally been terraformed for the Darjee. The form of plankton that thrived in the fresh water oceans was indigestible by humans. Fruits, nuts, and grains edible by the Darjee grew wild. Their complex starches and proteins required an altered set of human flora to be introduced to each person's digestive track to efficiently use these new food sources. Hoping to maintain the peace in her new colony, Governor Danvers had hosted several town meetings to allay the growing apprehensions. A key selling point for many of the mothers had turned out to be the promise of reduced gas during pregnancy.

The basic infrastructure of the colony had been roughed in before being mothballed years ago. One building stood waiting on Wayward, an empty shell destined to be the initial home for the government. It was shaped like a crescent, tapering from one story at both ends to five stories in the middle. The arms of the crescent encompassed a three-acre courtyard. To Bill, the building looked much taller than the five stories the windows hinted at.

Governor Danvers wanted to keep a tight rein on the colony. The Darjee expected this colony to provide an economic recovery for their investment in humanity. Danvers sought to create a contributing member to the Confederacy. The strength of Wayward would be the new extended family structure and a sense of community.

Seven males of the Jenkins family found themselves on tent erection duty. Once on the ground in the courtyard, everyone took a good look at his or her new home. The sky appeared powder blue. You could taste water in the air.

As the ranking Marine on site, Lieutenant John Spencer was responsible for setting up the tent city. He in turn fell back on his experience as the junior class sponsor. Erecting a hundred tents in four hours was nothing compared to decorating a gym for the prom. His men had practiced setting up each type of tent on the Kon Tiki during off-peak hours. Once the communal tents were pitched and staked, his forces would spread out to assist the colonists.

Lieutenant Spencer knew his three squads could have accomplished the same task in less time; however having the men of the colony invested in its creation would give them ownership. For the men under his command, it served multiple purposes; primarily they could see the benefits of working as a team. Helping the colonists who found themselves unable to work as cohesive units confirmed the lessons learned during basic training. For many of the marines, it proved a concrete need for a formal command structure.

Three hours, forty-seven minutes and two seconds later, the last team entered the mess tent for a noon meal. A light squall passed by during the meal. Monitors in each tent reported no leaks, which produced a round of cheers.

During the later supper, the interior beds would inflate. After eating, replicated PVC patio furniture would be carried to the tents for temporary use. Outside the gang showers, Lieutenant Spencer had stacks of the furniture placed for easy dispersal.

Bill took his entire allotment of tables and chairs back to the eighteen-room modular tent. Leslie had laid out a floor plan with their AI, Hobson. The extra pieces of furniture could be stacked just inside the entrance. Leslie might not have wanted more; but having additional pieces might prove to be the most prudent action, if she changed her mind.

"Anybody want to go back up to the ship tonight with Ray-ray?" Bill asked his crew of boys.

Bill should have asked, 'who wants to miss out on an adventure?'

No one volunteered. Bill hugged Ray-ray goodbye. In the last six weeks, the two men had formed a cohesive bond. Once it became evident that Leslie would run the household, the two men decided that it was their duty to keep the women smiling.

"Try to get some sleep, Bill." Ray-ray broke the hug.

Bill smiled back, "At least you get a bed to lie in."

"You bastard, Bill," Ray-ray placed the back of his right hand on his brow. "You know those freaky bitches, all I'll get is little sleep and a nightlong," he pumped his hips at an imaginary concubine, "lay."

They turned toward the tent entrance. "You've got the legs and ass for that." Bill popped Ray-ray's ass like a coach sending him into a game.

"Had I known the despicable and unmentionable sexual bliss, I was going to be subjected to. I never." Ray-ray broke into a hearty laugh.

"Don't make me have your cum made to taste like dark chocolate." Bill shook his finger mimicking Leslie. Ray-ray had to sit on the floor to keep from falling over. He sucked in great quantities of air. Bill threatened, "Laugh it up, and I'll do that and tell every woman in the colony."

Ray-ray stopped mid-laugh. "Bill, my ass just recovered from all the groping. Don't do that, man."

Bill showed a sadistic sneer. "I could loan you to the governor for a night."

"That's not funny, Bill." Now it was Bill who fell to the floor laughing. Seconds later, Ray-ray joined back in.

"Thank the stars this didn't happen in the mess tent," Bert whispered to Ted.

"I'm just glad that Misty and Tiffany aren't here." Bert used a hand to point at the tent. "Those two would've wanted to christen each room before we ate." Every boy in the vicinity began to snicker.

A voice from the back of the group yelled. "Attack!" Soon a pile of males became entangled in a wrestling match, Ray-ray and Bill versus the twelve- and thirteen-year-olds. The scrum rolled around the entrance. They drew a crowd.

"We need a ref over here!" bellowed a loud, happy voice. "He should have been counted out twice!" Time passed, the crowd grew larger.

"One, two three, that's a pin," called Lieutenant Spencer. Bert found himself pulled from under Ray-ray's calves. Randy, Phillip, and Bill then suffered a triple count-out, and were summarily removed from the contest.

Louis and Ted remained locked in battle with Ray-ray. Ted lost his balance. Ray-ray rolled him into a classic small package. The lieutenant hauled Ted clear.

"Time for a submission move," Ray-ray yelled. He reached back and grabbed Louis's thigh. "The Seminole Sole Hold," he cried. There was a collective "ooh!"

Twisting and pulling quickly but not meaning to harm the boy, Ray-ray maneuvered Louis's right leg onto his chest. Louis's torso lay between his opponent's legs.

Louis felt Ray-ray begin to tickle his right foot. Powerless to pull away, he was determined to resist. Louis could feel the heavy muscles of Ray-ray's legs pinning him. He realized that the muscles were flexed just enough to hold him. His fingers could find no perch to pry or force them away. The tickling sensation began to crack his resolve.

Louis discovered he could move his thigh a bit. That few inches turned out to be useless. Ray-ray's gluteus muscles only let him wiggle like a worm on a hook.

Finally, Louis broke his silence. "I yield!"

A cheer from the gathered former combatants and spectators, the lieutenant raised Ray-ray's arm. "Once again, old age and treachery defeat youth and enthusiasm."

Ushering everyone into the tent, Bill sent the boys to first, test jump, and then make up, the beds. Twenty minutes later, they were finished. Happily, no one had broken bones.

"Let's go see Ray-ray off and then get some ice cream to eat, boys." Bill stood at the tent flap. The crowd headed toward the mess tent. Recaps of the wrestling action began stretching with each step.

On arrival at the mess tent, Louis caught Mr. Jenkins' attention and pointed at the restroom. Bill nodded his acknowledgement.

Entering the farthest stall, Louis eased his erection out of his shorts. Fortunately, his underwear had forced it sideways, helping to hide it. That side of his tighty-whiteys was slick with precum.

Slipping them off his body, he sat on the commode and thought for a moment. "Hobson are you there?"

A woman's voice answered. "Dependent Louis Jenkins, I am the Colony AI. I am acting in your AI's place until your pod is secure."

Louis examined his dilemma. He needed to beat-off really bad. He did not want to make Mr. Jenkins think he was trying to be sneaky. He just knew he needed some time to relieve himself. It was best to be honest.

"Please tell Mr. Jenkins that I'm jacking-off . I mean masturbating. I do not want him to worry." Louis began to squeeze and pump his erection.

"If an inquiry is made by Mr. Jenkins, he will be informed."

Louis stopped pumping his cock. "Thank you." When the AI didn't respond, Louis shrugged and started jacking away.

In the morning, Bill led the campers to the north side of the crescent building. Using a nexus, they jumped back up to the Kon Tiki. Bert led them back to the pod.

They would need to pack enough for two days of camping. It seemed so trivial that the entire family had become dependent on the replicators. Diapers, lotions, wet wipes, and four sets of clothes were packed for the little kids. Everyone else had two sets of clothes. Paper towels, spray cleaner, and a box of fifty heavy garbage bags sat by the door emblazoned with 'Mr. Jenkins'. This was Leslie's subtle hint as to who was to carry the box.

"Leslie, we will have access to a community replicator," Bill quipped. "You're over packing, dear."

A palpable silence engulfed Bill. He found himself suddenly alone.

"Urumph!" Leslie let her displeasures be known. Bill did not like that sound. Leslie continued, "I believe that I was placed in charge of the move to our temporary quarters."

The last time he heard that voice was at the Perez conference. The one when Mrs. Perez denied the image on the screen was her son pounding the back of another child. Leslie had called her a 'liar.' Bill stood very still; remembering what happened after Mrs. Perez tried to slap Leslie.

Bill tried a pout. Pulling rank would work but in the end would be disastrous.

"Shithead!" Leslie planted a kiss on Bill's lips. She fondled his package through his pants. Breaking the lip lock, she whispered, "I should tie your testicles around your neck in a bow."

Bill tried a Vulcan eyebrow.

"Do as I request, Mr. Jenkins."

Bill replied, "Yes, Mistress," doing his best to sound defeated.

Leslie kissed Bill again.

Pulling apart, she addressed the group. "Everybody put on your backpack."

The names on the bags helped. Bill found his. Slipping it on, he felt a tug on his pants leg. Looking down, he saw three-year-old Tina, who spun to show off her yellow and pink backpack.

"See mine, Papa?" Bill wished he had that grin to use on Leslie.

"That looks great, girl, you go."

Tina reached up for Bill. He knelt to embrace her. Tina put a kiss on each cheek. She then hugged his neck.

"Me got pillow and blanket to go camping." She tried to touch the backpack.

"The guys and I set up the tent. Are you ready?"

Tina nodded twice. "Where Hobson gonna be?"

Groucho was right: never work with kids or animals. Bill punted, calling sub vocally, <'Hobson, help.'>

"Tina," Hobson called. "I will be landing the pod. I will then change this pod into the residence."

"Okay, Hobson," she answered wearing a serious look. Bill knew that Tina was trying to make sense of everything. Tina switched to a worried look. "How long till then?"

"That will take three night-nights and a lunch time, Tina."

Bill marveled at the fact that Hobson was able to convey time to the little girl. Tina could count, but had not been able to understand time. This was mind-blowing to Bill. He really wanted an Early Childhood Specialist to see this exchange.

"Bye-bye, Hobson," Tina blew a kiss into the air.

"Bye, Tina."

Bill half expected a return kissing sound. It never came. Tina wanted down. Bill decided to let the thought drop.

Stepping off the terminal nexus, the boys and men realized they were not at the base of the government building.

"Welcome to the State Ballroom in the Wayward Colony Government Center. You are temporarily housed in blue six." A dot flashed on the holographic three-dimensional map of the camp area rotating off to the side. "The meal schedule will remain the same." The voice was definitely the colony's female-sounding AI.

Looking down into the crescent arms, Bill could see the temporary tent city. The Jenkins clan found itself on the top floor of the government building. This open space was almost twice the size of a football field and designated to be a ballroom and exhibition space. A clear roof towered sixteen to seventeen feet above them.

"Not my Hobson!" Tina stamped her foot. "Who's it?"

Bill pleaded sub vocally, <'AI, please respond to Tina.'> He understood then, in that moment, when females began learning how to manipulate males.

"Tina, I am the Colony AI."

"Colinda?" Tina had difficulty saying 'Colony AI.' "Do you know my Hobson?"

"Hobson is calculating a descent trajectory for your family's pod." The AI answered factually.

Tina flashed a serious visage and looked at Bill. "Tell my Hobson be careful, Colinda." Bill smiled at the girl.

"I verify all trajectory calculations."

Tina smiled, then ran to Eve. "Me need to potty."

Eve picked her up. "AI, where is the nearest restroom?"

"Twenty meters behind you," offered the AI, "any brown door. All are unoccupied."

"Evie, please," moaned Tina.

Eve turned. "Bert! Code-Two brown doors this way!" She began to run.

Bert started a sprint. Eve had a seven-meter head start. He passed Eve with five meters to go. Bert opened the door, Eve entered the opening carrying Tina, and Bert followed her in.

Despite showing a bit of a baby-belly, Eve ran faster than Bill had suspected she could. Since the other women didn't react by rushing after them, he chose to remain calm. Looking around, he saw Leslie and she winked at him. Bill felt much better with his inaction.

The AI broke the silence. "At twenty seven thirty two hours your pod will be visible during the descent to Wayward. You will be able to view the entire landing from this ballroom."

Wayward's rotation took twenty-nine hours and thirty some odd seconds. Bill had avoided the debate on colony time standards. Having strange dictates appear from on high was the norm for teaching. He would adapt once those norms had been established.

Ray-ray put an arm around Bill's shoulders. "If this planet has big thunder storms," he waved his other arm at the expanse about them, "we need to come up here and watch them roll in."

Bill stopped and looked out the clear wall. He could see across the bay on the edge of the colony. Just peeking over the bay, he could make out a peninsula.

"Look!" It was Cindy's voice, no panic, just a bit of wonder.

Jane peered out at the mountains in the distance. "At what?"

"To the right over by the peaks without snow," Cindy tapped the clear wall.

"Yes, yes!" Jane replied. "Salome, look."

Ray-ray dropped his hand to the small of Bill's back. Bill took the hint and moved to behind Salome. He scanned the dark peaks, looking at the formations trying to find the image the girls were looking at.

"Third one should appear" Cindy drew a line in the air northward.

Bill started looking for threes in the panorama, three bald black mountains, three white capped mountains, three moons, three valleys. He remembered three moons; Wayward had three moons that powered the complex and sometimes dangerous tides. Bill dropped out of teacher mode, just watching and listening as his kids and lovers each found the moons.

"We need to head down to the camp and unload." Leslie was right of course. "Jenkinses - this way." The group eased toward the restrooms where Eve had whisked Tina. "Randy, Maggie, that does include you too."

Bill looked back. The pair turned to meet his gaze. He surmised neither of them heard the first call. They looked up and then at each other. Randy waited for Maggie to walk the twenty feet to where he stood, and then strode along beside her, as they hurried to catch up.

The group gathered at the far end. Bill was surprised to find a set of escalators. These exhibited a major design difference from those on Earth. Instead of classic straight stairs, the Wayward escalators spiraled around two twelve-foot columns. The one on the right descended, circling to the left. The extra high ceilings allowed the escalators to make two complete rotations around a column per floor.

Every child under ten except for baby Katy had to ride back up to the ballroom, and then down again.

After dinner, the individual Mind Meld teams began working on their various projects.

Bill slipped Leslie into the temporary master suite. The inflated mattress responded like a foam one. Best of all there was little or no noise as they fucked.

Leslie was riding Bill to her third orgasm of the evening. He wanted to show his appreciation for her efforts at organizing the move. She collapsed onto his chest. Bill stroked her head.

"I've fallen in love with you." She reached up, twisting a lock of Bill's hair. "I don't need you to say that back."

Bill didn't know what to say. Leslie started to rise up. He held her fast to his body. 'What a fucking twit,' he berated himself. How could he do this? He wanted a family. He had tried so hard to build one here.

"Leslie I do-"

Pressing her fingers to his lips, she silenced him. "Bill, I know you love me, I see it every day."

"I should." Bill looked into Leslie's eyes. He was so stupid, "I meant to say I love you Leslie."

She blew a raspberry on his bare skin. That caused Bill to snicker.

"Silly boy," she laid her head back on his chest.

Bill stroked her back. He decided that each concubine needed some individual time with him.

Hands pressed against his inner thighs. Leslie's hands were grasping his forearms as she squeezed her pussy down taut trying to refresh his erection. The newcomer had to be Misty.

Bill helped the hands' owner to separate his legs. A tongue began to stroke the back side and base of his balls. Slowly and steadily, his cock responded to the worship his sack was receiving. The onslaught stopped.

"Mr. Jenkins," it was Eve. "Can I pull your cock out and suck on it?"

Bill looked at up to see Leslie's face caught in a smirk. He opened his eyes to question her thoughts about sharing. Leslie winked with a nod.

"Sure," Bill hunched his pelvis down. Leslie eased her ass up and Eve pulled him free.

Leslie started to climb off.

"Don't get up." Eve stated imperatively. "You two need to cuddle. I just need some cock."

Bill followed the order. Grabbing Leslie under her arms, he pulled her face to his. "Kiss me, Leslie." She started with little smooches, each one becoming longer.

Eve could only manage part of his dick in her mouth. Her free hands jacked the length she could not orally stimulate.

Closing his eyes, he concentrated on dancing his tongue in concert with Leslie. His body wanted to thrust. The deep muscles near his ass cried to spasm. He clutched Leslie close. His legs shook.

Then he shot heavily. Eve never stopped her assault. Bill succumbed to the overload of sensations. He broke from the kissing. Eventually Bill slipped into a jelly-like state of exhaustion.

"Did I hurt him?" Eve asked sheepishly. "He isn't staying hard."

"He's okay," Leslie, answered. "We just drained the reservoirs dry." Leslie rolled off Bill, looking at the semi-flaccid cock Eve held. "He needs to recharge his little warrior."

"I'm still awake, you two."

Bill started laughing and they joined him.

Eve climbed on top of Bill, straddling herself high on his torso. She tugged at the hair in the middle of his chest, drawing circles and tracing muscles. Bill could feel her warm wetness pressing against him. She slipped her sundress over her head, her baby-bump showing nicely.

"I'm fat and ugly." Eve's face began to well up.

"You are not." Leslie moved to hug the girl.

Bill added quietly, "I have to agree." He stroked Eve's arm.

"Eve," Bill heard Leslie flex her concerned teacher voice. "Is there something more?"

"Hobson said I could, I could be penetrated since I was pregnant." It seemed very hard for her to get all the words out. "The dildo isn't enough. I want you, Mr. Jenkins." Eve huddled into Leslie.

Bill was torn. The 'little warrior' quickly wanted to invade new territory. However, he knew that the enhanced 'little warrior' would harm the baby.

Bill reached between Eve's legs, sliding his index finger into the twelve-year old cunt. He began stroking her clit with his thumb. Using a 'come here' motion, he sought to relieve her sexual tension. Eve almost immediately came on his finger, her pussy milking his finger.

Bill sub vocally asked a few pointed questions to the AI. He received an immediate answer.

"Eve, if you really want my cock in you, the AI says you can use your ass to ride it."

Leslie shot him a look that was protective of Eve.

Bill decided to explain the reason for his shift to the crude statement. "We know you and Bert have had anal intercourse." Eve nodded; Leslie still held a stern look. "I'm much bigger than him. If we do this it's going to hurt." Bill hoped to dissuade her with bluntness.

"I still want to try."

Leslie reached into the backpack by the mattress. Pulling out a tube, she handed it to Bill.

"Flip onto your hands and knees." Eve quickly did. Bill squeezed a dollop onto two fingers from the tube the AI had just provided. "I'm going to work in this lube." He smeared the viscous liquid right over her rosebud. Eve flinched at the coolness. "First finger," he pressed one home. Ten strokes and more lube later, "second finger."

"So good," mumbled Eve.

Bill did not announce the third finger. Eve moaned louder. Crooking his fingers Bill stretched her sphincter. Pulling back, Eve chased his fingers on their removal, wanting them to stay.

"Time to mount up," Bill laid back on the bed, thanking the nanites for his fast recovery.

Eve squatted over Bill's groin. She looked a bit apprehensive. Bill saw Louis standing in the doorway.

"Can Louis watch?" The boy was a godsend. Louis's eyes went very wide and he shook his head no. Eve would want privacy for this act.

Grabbing his cock, Eve set it against where his fingers had been. "That's okay with me."

'Shit,' Bill pondered appropriately. Louis stood frozen, watching.

Bill could feel her yielding to his cock. It forced itself past her defenses. Pressure and tightness gripped his glans. Eve relaxed and more of Bill entered. Eve began to sweat. She dropped another few inches, placing Bill halfway home. Slowly she sank the last remaining inches. Bill could feel her weight on his pelvis.

"It all fit." Louis made the comment. "She's smaller than me, and it all fit." He slipped out of the room.

"Is this what you wanted?" Bill massaged her thighs.

"Yes," answered a breathy reply.

"Are you ready to ride?"

"I'm sorry, no."

Bill reached down and began to play with Eve's clit. Purposely, he rubbed either above or below the button. Eve began to chase his finger. That caused her to rock on his erection. Eve started to moan low and soft. Bill felt his actions were very Pavlovian, but she was working herself on his cock.

Eve began to buck in tiny movements. Bill changed his fingers, stroking her to another orgasm. When it began to rack her body, he sat upright, holding her close.

He whispered. "Was that better, Eve?"

"Yes."

Bill stood, leaving the girl impaled on his cock. Turning, he placed her face up on the mattress.

"Tell me to stop if this is uncomfortable."

Bill started pumping about an inch back and forth slowly and steadily. Soon Eve began to participate. Bill lengthened and increased his pace.

"Leslie, would you mind licking her clit?"

Leslie smiled and lowered her mouth onto Eve. In moments, Eve started to moan louder. Bill sped up a bit more. Sucking and slurping sounds dominated the room.

Eve cried out! Her ass clamped on Bill. He shoved as deep as possible and emptied himself again.

"We need to get cleaned up," Leslie ordered. "Take her to the restroom without disengaging and go straight into the shower. I'll meet you there."

He held Eve to his chest, walking out of the tent to the communal shower.

"Bring her here, Bill." Leslie stood near a chair holding a shower wand.

Surrealism reigned in the shower. Several other colony members were engaged in open sex. Under one shower, Maria and Celeste Nez orally checked for any remaining dirt on one of their Marine's genitalia. The big blacksmith was hammering his cock into a bent over woman while he held the boy Tina had been playing with for the last week.

Bill and his passenger crossed to Leslie. He stopped and Leslie hosed them down. His mind flashed back to one summer when his grandmother had turned the hose on two pinned dogs, that were locked together. The strangest part was that Eve wasn't wearing a collar.

Pulling out of Eve had two reactions. The first was a satisfactory moan from the young girl. The second was a wet sloppy fart, which caused her to giggle.

"I think once a week might keep me satisfied." Eve mumbled to the pair.

Even while he and Leslie washed her, she would grab at Bill's member.

To wash her hair, Bill sat Eve in his lap. He had to endure her version of a lap dance. She stopped once his erection poked out from between her legs.

Bill silently prayed to the CAP score gods. With Eve's present libido, by the time she was fourteen she was going to need a squad of personal service marines.

Bill stepped outside to the replicator. Looking at the limited choices, he called for three terrycloth robes. Retrieving them, he returned to his women.

Eve had fallen asleep in the chair. Once he and Leslie were robbed, Eve was wrapped in the last robe. Carrying her, Bill followed Leslie back to the tent. She led him to the master suite. Two side rooms opened from this one. She went to the farthest room.

She pulled the covers back on the bed. Bill placed Eve on the mattress. Leslie climbed in with her.

Leslie motioned for Bill to lean in. He was ecstatic at receiving a kiss. Once she finished, Leslie whispered a message to Bill, his cock twitched.

Going back to the main room in the master suite, Bill changed the bedding. Fortunately, Wayward had a twenty-nine plus hour day.

Bill walked calmly into the main room. He saw Kurt watching a video of birds being netted on a National Geographic Special. Tapping him, Bill mouthed, 'Where's mom?' Kurt pointed towards the galley.

Bill crept into the galley. Misty was rocking a sleeping Katy. Salome placed several containers into the mini fridge. Making a shushing motion at Misty, he waited until Salome closed the door.

Standing, she saw Bill. He scooped her onto his shoulder and walked through the door.

As they crossed the room, Kurt turned to watch. "Make Momma giggle, Papa-Bill."

Bill turned back to look at Kurt. He looked very happy. "Leslie said I had to make her giggle at least four times." Salome started to laugh.

"That one doesn't count, Papa-Bill." Kurt verified.