Chapter 4

Leslie watched Bill split away from the group, holding what looked like a small iPad.

"Leslie, come over here a minute."

She walked to his side. Bill never showed signs of hesitation. In their six years teaching together, she had seen this expression of worry twice. Once five years ago during bus duty, when Denny Spaulding's sugar crashed, causing him to faint. The other time was when Melinda had him publicly served with their divorce papers, during a faculty meeting. At just over six feet tall, he still maintained an excellent fitness regimen. Bill even had her walking with him each morning for over the last few years. That more than anything had helped her shed thirty unwanted pounds. Wisps of silver had invaded his black hair. He still looked yummy.

"We've joked about selecting each other if we were at a pickup." He pulled her into a hug. "If I learned anything from our past six years working together, it's that we are good for each other. Please be my first concubine."

Leslie pondered the implications. "Yes, I will be your concubine."

"Leslie Howard is now the acknowledged concubine of Wilbur Jenkins," spoke the iPad device.

"I hate being called Wilbur." Leslie recalled how Michelle's attorney, had agitated him by doing that throughout the proceedings.

"Are you requesting a name change?" The device spoke again.

"Yes, I prefer being called Bill."

"Name change processed, for verbal recognition and interaction."

He took her into an embrace. A fleeting need to cry passed through Leslie. She manifested her emotions instead by hugging him even tighter.

The Marine she called 'hotbuns' approached the pair. "Hello Wilb-, no, Bill, yes?" He smiled. "Call me Brady." That produced a round of laughter, between the men.

"Brady, this is my first concubine, Leslie Howard."

Leslie shook his hand. Brady's light grip made her feel as if he thought that she was made of porcelain. The Marine glanced at Bill.

"Ma'am, having accepted," he looked her up and down in appraisal, "you need to remove your clothing. It is required."

Placing her hand on the Marine's forearm, while bending her knee, Leslie lifted her right calf to unclasp her sandal. She repeated the process for her left foot.

"Hotbuns, they say you Marines are strong enough to lift a small car."

A hint of blush hit Brady's cheek. "That is classified, ma'am."

Unbuttoning the first button on her blouse, she returned a smile. "I find small talk while I am stripping my clothes off in public somewhat comforting." She punched lightly at Bill. "How 'bout 'dem Bears?"

Leslie shared in this round of laughs.

Stories from the National Enquirer about piles of clothes, left on the floor, popped into her mind. Fuck it. She ripped her blouse open, showering the men with the remaining buttons. An inhale and a tug unlatched her front-hook bra, left arm, right arm, a quick pull; she was suddenly topless. The clothes, flung away landed elsewhere.

Gasps came from the collected kids. Leslie no longer cared.

Using a chair helped her to shed her bottom half. Springing back to a standing position, she spun to her left and then her right. "Naked as asked. I am either going to the stars or I am so fired." She threw the pants after her blouse.

Bill smiled that way he did when his mind was plotting something.

Brady inquired, "Do you have her card, Bill?"

Leslie had it in her purse. Not having shed it with her clothes, she was able to get to it quickly. Bending at the waist brought a new sensation and having Bill rub her bottom slowed the process of removing it from her purse.

"Hurry Leslie," Bill suggested, and then he whispered. "Hey, at least the collar and cuffs match."

"With how good it feels being kneaded by you dough-boy, don't stop." She passed the card back, not wanting him to stop, but shared the groan and giggle at the pun.

He stopped, but he did not pull away. Sounds of a zipper teased her ears. Fingers spread her upper thighs. A sensation of heat pressed into her cunt. Bill slipped into her slowly. Leslie centered herself on the stretching penetration. It had been such a long time since she had a man. The feel of Bill's pubic hair pressing into her made her feel wanted. Once he had placed his hands onto her hips, Bill began a slow and steady stroke. He wanted to claim her; Leslie, oddly, thought more of herself.

How long they remained together, she didn't know. He pulled out. "Leslie, I've got more to do." Standing her up, Bill turned her, planting a kiss. Leslie tucked his cock back in his pants.

"Keep the little shits in line," was punctuated by a peck on her nose, "while I collect me some more concubines." Both eyebrows bounced on all three syllables of concubine. "Private Brady, could you escort her and provide a bit of muscle, if she needs it? Being naked, she might need it." He kissed her again.

Brady followed her over to the waiting students. Yes, she was nude but knowing that she was leaving Earth gave an opportunity many a teacher in the last thirty years wanted. She wasn't about to 'take any lip'.

Guy Kibbee had whistled when she eased back to the group. Leslie glared at him. He reached up and pinched Leslie's left erect nipple. Guy's voice brayed more offensively than normal. "What are you going to do, Teach?"

Her answer was sudden and swift. Brady intercepted her slap. "Ma'am, I'll-" Guy cut him off.

"Fuckin' cunt ass bitch! Try and slap me!" Guy reached under Brady's arm and struck her twice across the face.

As high an IQ as Guy possessed, Leslie knew he should have a better vocabulary. Brady let her arm go. Her retort was a back-fist, but she opened it before contact.

Guy shook with rage. His swing came from a nearby county. Leslie pushed the punch by, grabbing his wrist. She set her foot on his leading ankle and swung her hip into his side. Not letting go, she let Guy's momentum twist him under her. The result placed Guy on the floor with Leslie sitting on him, still holding his wrist. Quickly shifting her knee and weight, it became an illegal arm bar.

"This little fuckin' cunt ass bitch assaulted the concubine of a Confederacy citizen." Applying more pressure, Leslie looked up at Brady. "What are we able to do to it?"

Guy was beginning to sob. "It hurts. Please Ms. Howard, stop."

"This little fuckin' cunt ass bitch, forgot that I birthed a state champion black belt," Leslie added.

Leslie applied a touch more torque. Guy began to wail.

"Since he is over fourteen, if he were a volunteer, Bill Jenkins could insist and this matter could end up at tribunal. If Guy was a concubine, he could be classified as dangerous and would be recycled." Brady spoke loud enough for the other students to hear. "If he isn't selected, then corporal punishment would be in order."

"Mr. Marine didn't the agreements between the U.S. and the Confederacy both stress protections for minors?" asked Randy Williams, politely.

Leslie leaned into Guy's ear and whispered. "If you want your arm to stay in its socket, shut up and be a good little fuck."

He nodded, "I will, I will." Standing back up, she let Guy escape. He retreated into the group muttering curses.

A different voice broke in. The sergeant had joined the group. "That agreement had stipulations about territory." Holding one of the pads, he continued. "Article Twenty-One states that both the U.S. and the Confederacy jointly agree that areas with testing stations are permanent areas of Confederacy jurisdiction, like embassies and consulates. Areas bound by interdiction fields are temporarily under emergency Confederacy control. We cannot lift the field until the emergency, aka extraction, is over. Likewise, extractions of minor dependents operate under Confederacy jurisdiction. This is accordance with Confederacy, U.S. Federal, and common law precedents."

Leslie noted that Brady had returned to Bill's side.

"Records indicate that Guy Kibbee is indeed over fourteen, but is not in possession of his CAP card," spoke the sergeant's device.

The sergeant turned to Leslie. "Ma'am, how did you phrase it?"

She smiled, "Little fuckin' cunt ass bitch."

"He, as a, quote, a-hem, 'little fuckin' cunt ass bitch' needs to behave or else I am within my rights to apply corporal punishment." The sergeant stepped into the group, drilling his eyes into Guy. "I will not be as quick or gentle as the concubine was. Boy, do you understand?"

Guy glared back. He moved back toward the sergeant, raising his hand, and pointing a finger at the sergeant's chest. "My dad's going sue you and you'll be fired."

Before he even finished, the sergeant's hand grasped Guy by the throat. "Answer me, boy!" Guy whaled away at the sergeant's forearm. "Well, I'm waiting."

Dropping his arms impotently to his side, Guy looked down. "Yes sir." His admission triggered the sergeant's hand to release him. His bravado had garnered nothing but rebuke and scorn. Guy had lost any credibility in the group.

The effect brought about a big difference. Those kids who minded, still minded. Those who wanted to misbehave would glance sheepishly at the sergeant. Quickly they turned their attention elsewhere.

A few boys were living vicariously through Matt. The comments, though crude, were not loud. A naked woman appeared to be giving the boy a blowjob. Matt had been in her gifted English class since sixth grade. He had a crush on her since that time. Leslie was glad to have Bill as her sponsor.

Randy Williams somehow had acquired the sergeant's Ipad. God help who ever had to grade his next research paper. The amount of notes he was taking promised a good read. Leslie had her first bout of regret, leaving her family at school. When change comes, one must adapt or perish.

Bill had chosen Leslie Howard as his first concubine. She might have been three years his senior but she had several things going for her. She understood Bill's twisted sense of humor, and could organize a hurricane for constructive purposes. The fact she was a light-framed redhead with hand-sized tits appealed to him on a baser level. He could see himself fucking her often. What she may have lost in her body shape, her twisted sense of humor promised much more through innuendo. Her son was serving in the Marines off-world; her husband had divorced her several years ago.

It was amazing what thoughts rush through your big head when the little one enjoyed direct service. Bill always thought Tiffany Carlson had potential as a cocksucker. Her mouth had fucked enough plans over, at school advisory councils, for the last few years; that mouth finally was fucking him for real. He told Tiffany to strip first, and then to offer her mouth. Her daughter, Teresa, watched as her mom purchased her and her siblings' tickets off the world.

Brady had wandered over to them.

"Damn Bill, this one wants a load." Brady spoke over his shoulder. Tiffany exchanged glances between the two men.

Bill brushed back some of her blonde hair, which blocked his view of her ministrations. "I think she's motivated." Stopping, Bill had to groan as the pressure began to build. "She has three kids she wants me to take." Bill grunted, "Aye!" in concert with each shot of ejaculate. She started to pull away. "Wait and get the dribbles." Tiffany kept sucking.

Pulling out, Bill set his cock back into his underwear. "Put your hands on the floor and raise that ass high in the air."

Tiffany complied. Bill ran his hand along her spine, then sliding around one wide butt cheek. The hanging tits were a bit saggy but appeared big enough for a titty-fuck. Her ass turned out to be a treasure in itself, wide and firm it was the result of many hours on a stair master. He could see her sex clearly. Slick, wet, and inviting, Bill plunged his index finger in. Fucking the finger in and out, he flicked her clit with his thumb. A second finger joined the first. He sought her G-spot. She began to match his rhythm.

Tiffany succumbed to the sensation, "Yes, yes, yes," followed by a gurgled moan.

Bill was satisfied. Looking up he waved at Teresa to come over. Witnessing her mother's display seemed to have little effect on the girl.

"Tiffany Carson do you accept being my concubine and my taking your children as dependents?" Bill still massaged her with his fingers making a slurping noise.

"I do."

"Tiffany Carlson is acknowledged as a supernumerary concubine. Her children are now dependents of Bill Jenkins."

Bill pulled out his fingers. "Sit here Tiffany." The movement was mechanical. "Teresa, go get your mother a glass of water from over there." He pointed at the serving table where several pitchers sat.

"Teresa!" Tiffany straightened herself, looking at her daughter.

Bill had pulled the girl into a hug. "Get the water." Teresa slipped away.

Picking up Tiffany's silk blouse, he wiped her vaginal secretions off his fingers. Bill maintained eye contact with Tiffany. Her face softened from fright to acceptance. Bill felt himself being appraised as a companion. Tiffany's mouth crooked into a little half smile.

Teresa returned with the water. An awkward silence punctuated the new reality for Tiffany.

"Drink, Tiffany." Taking the glass, she did as instructed.

"Teresa, I have taken your mother, you, your sister, and your brother as part of my new family." Teresa nodded. "That means I will be having sexual intercourse with your mother and having kids with her."

"And Ms. Howard?" Teresa asked, glancing back at the collected group.

"Ms. Howard too." Bill answered.

"What about my dad?"

Brady stepped forward. Kneeling, he brought himself to Teresa's eye level. "When your mother agreed to go with Bill here," he patted Bill's leg, "your mom and dad were divorced." Looking at Tiffany and Bill, he continued, "Mr. Jenkins has accepted responsibility for your family."

"Mr. Jenkins," Theresa paused, framing her question, "will you hug and hold mom?"

"Yes," Bill floated an image of holding those tits while being ridden. That was not what Teresa meant. "Teresa, could you explain why your mom needs hugs?"

Teresa looked at her mother, then at Bill. "She and dad have been fighting since Tina came home from the hospital last summer. I haven't seen them hug or kiss since then."

Tiffany spoke low. "Teresa."

"Mom it's not a family secret anymore if we are part of Mr. Jenkins' family now." Teresa hugged Bill tightly. He thought he might not ever breathe again.

Tiffany held her gaze on Teresa, then switched back to Bill. She hugged Teresa. "You're right, tell him baby. He's our family now." Looking over at him, she handed him the glass, then added an order. "Take a drink, Bill." Tiffany rolled her hands, encouraging her daughter to continue. "Teresa, keep explaining."

"Dad's been running around on mom behind mom's back, seeing his boss." Teresa stared over at Brady then at Bill and her mom.

Tiffany hugged her daughter again. "Harry and I decided that since neither of us had CAP scores to be sponsors, we would do what we needed to be picked to save our kids." Kissing Teresa's head, Tiffany began to cry. "His company is controlled by Ms. India Breakstone. She has agreed to sponsor Harry and the kids only, but not me." Tiffany put her head onto Bill's arm. Her face aimed at his groin. "He's trying to knock her up. "I don't believe the Earth-Firsters. My dad is a G-13 with the DOD. He said if I could go, I should."

"Mom found them in the master bedroom last Easter vacation when we got back from Sanibel Island early," Teresa added in a factual tone with no emotion. "Mom's slept in my room on the top bunk since then."

Pulling the two Carlson women into a hug, Bill held them until Tiffany and Teresa gathered their composure. When the sniffles stopped, Tiffany whispered. "I hate that bastard." She reached into Bill's underwear and hefted his scrotum. "I can do this, Bill, no regrets."

"Tiffany you'll be sharing me."

Tiffany still supported his balls. "And I'll be having your babies." She kissed the side of his cheek. "I had a stipulation that I should have insisted on before I accepted."

Brady placed his hand on her shoulder. "Ma'am, concubines cannot make stipulations."

"Tiffany, what would that have been?" Bill inquired.

"None of the children can ever be named Harold."

That was her husband's, no her ex-husband's name. "I agree with that stipulation," snorted Bill.

"The stipulation and request have been noted." The binding comment was acknowledged by the AI.

"Mom, we could send him birth announcements." Both Bill and Tiffany began to giggle.

"That would serve his ass right," Bill spit out in the laughter.

The four walked back to Leslie's group. Teresa moved into the circle of girls. Bill could see she was giving an accurate appraisal of li'l Bill's almost seven inches. The girth was a bit over exaggerated but the girl had never held it.

Bill hugged Tiffany, laying a deep kiss on her. Releasing her, he spun around, grabbed Leslie, and leaned her back onto a table. He timed the kiss with his finger probe. Leslie was wet and ready. This broke the group into oohs, ahs, shits, and damns.

Bill stood her back up before releasing the kiss. "Two down, two to go, Brady."

The Marine shook his head. "Addendum to the rules, three more, Tiffany with three dependents does not count."

"Fuck!" responded Bill. "If anybody else has three kids are they free too?"

"That would require a lot more dependents." Brady paused, "More than have parents here. The boy, Louis, will be transported back in seven minutes."

Bill noticed the wife of the gunman. She was sitting with a Confederacy Officer in gray. They were talking quietly. Half the girls were entangled by their conversation.

"Who's the best fit?" Bill mused.

The reader beeped. "Bill, in which context?" The words appeared on the screen.

"Ask a few questions of the reader; it has everyone's CAP Data loaded. Let me demonstrate." Brady paused and then said, "Display top three contexts."

Across the screen flowed "1 Sexual Compatibility, 2 Integration into Family Unit, and 3 Genetic Potential of Offspring."

Brady continued. "Show dynamics using each couple."

"Why a couple, Brady?" asked Bill. Did he look gay or something?

"Right now you're assigned to Fleet Auxiliary," Brady smiled. "I was a trucker, now I am a Space Marine, and you, the teacher, are now a Space Trucker."

"Counting the redhead and the momma you will have three more concubines to gather." Brady tapped Bill on the upper arm. "Your deployments can keep you from home for months. It's good to have someone to keep the women smiling."

Isolated, sexually frustrated women, cooped up, waiting for him to come home to provide relief became an instant and disturbing picture for him. "Brady, you can teach and old dog like me new tricks."

"Bill," he put his arm around him. "You have to make sure the guy doesn't mind being second fiddle." He turned Bill so they were face to face. "Show traceable data streams for both couples. Cross reference concerning my suggestion to Bill."

"Both men have accounts on Adult Friend Finder dot com. One wants to watch his wife have sex with other men, the other, likes to swing with his wife."

Bill knew the swingers would fit the best. He found himself drawn to the cop even before the readings came up. His prior quick action during the gunplay had impressed Bill. The cop stood an inch taller than Bill, with close-cropped hair framing a strong face, sporting a light beard and mustache that highlighted his mocha skin tone. Bill felt like he was shopping for a new lawn tractor.

The high results for paternal instincts startled Bill. The scores for aggression and initiative kept him from being a volunteer. He found himself approaching the cop and his wife.

The cop spoke up. "Mister, look, take my wife and kids please. I need, need them."

His wife hugged him. "Ray-ray, no, please."

"Wait a moment, Ray-ray." Bill placed a hand on each of them. "I'm looking for a couple. Follow me. Bring your kids." Heading back to where Leslie and Tiffany waited, he did not look back until he stopped. The couple was behind him.

Bill stopped and turned. "Can I call you Ray-ray?" The guard nodded. "Ray-ray, your wife is?"

He looked at his wife. "This is Salome."

She was not what you would call black. Her skin was darker than Ray-ray's. Her facial features were sharp and delicate. Salome's eyes were deep brown with flecks of green.

"Good to meet you," Bill said. Salome smiled. "This is Leslie, my first woman." Bill touched Leslie on the hand. A silent recognition passed between them.

"Leslie, take her kids over with you and Teresa. Keep them safe."

The little boys hesitated a moment. Salome bent down and kissed them both. After a hug, they followed Teresa, who pushed the stroller, with Leslie bringing up the rear.

Bill waited until they were safely behind a wall of students. He turned to Salome.

"I need to know if your husband, Ray-ray can handle me fucking you." She nodded. Bill reached out to touch her cheek. Ray-ray remained rock steady. Sliding his hand down her chest, he pawed a breast, somewhere in size between Tiffany and Leslie, yet firm and responsive.

"So far so good," Bill mused. Brady had what looked like a set of brass knuckles two steps away from Ray-ray. "Both of you strip quickly and Ray-ray, get her wet for me with your tongue."

The sundress Salome wore slipped over her head. She had trouble with the clasp on her bra. Ray-ray unhooked it for her. Once out of her underwear she turned to face Ray-ray. He lifted her by her upper arms setting her on the table.

Ray-ray slipped out of his uniform shirt and shucked his pants. Entangling his boxers in his shoes almost made him fall. Bill slid a chair up for him to steady himself. He turned back to Salome and kissed her.

Pushing her back flat, he drove his face into her cunt. Starting with her labia, Ray-ray teased with licks and nibbles. Then he probed her hole. Building her arousal, swallowing his pride, trying to save his family, Ray-ray pressed on.

A hand hefted Ray-ray's balls. Comments rained in from the watching throng. He tried to prepare himself for a squeeze or a smack. Another hand touched his neck. Bill leaned in to whisper, "Got a bit of fat here but you're built to breed."

Bill's hand slipped around his leg, grabbing his manhood firmly and squeezing gently. Sliding away from the base, fingers tugged his foreskin. Ray-ray felt a hard-on start to respond. "It might be nice to have a hooded snake in the barn, for a change of pace," was Bill's appraisal.

Salome had begun to buck into Ray-ray's mouth seeking more stimulation for her clit.

The hands left contact with his skin.

"Time to switch up," a light slap on Ray-ray's ass, punctuated the instruction. "Stand up, please Salome." Ray-ray pulled her from the table. Bill dragged two chairs over to the table. Helping his wife stand, Ray-ray turned waiting for more instructions. Bill patted the table between the two chairs.

"Ray-ray, lay on the table. Hang part of your ass off the edge. Put a foot on each chair for support." Climbing into the position, it left his balls hanging in midair. Bill pushed the chairs a bit wider, giving Bill more access, while leaving Ray-ray more vulnerable. Bill pressed his open jeans fly gently into Ray-ray's crotch. Ray-ray waited for an assault on his ass.

Bill positioned Salome with her feet on the floor, but moved her to where she could look into her husband Ray-ray's eyes.

From behind her Bill then placed his thumb into her vagina while stroking her clit. Soon Salome began to coo. Once she began riding his thumb, he pulled out.

Salome felt torn, could she let this happen to save her family? What could only be Bill's cock lay high in her butt cleavage. It began a slow descent down her backside riding the cheeks grove and depositing slickness as it sought its target.

The head of Bill's cock pressed lightly against her opening. She wanted to push backwards. She was needing the sensation of him forcing his way into her and staring into her Ray-ray's eyes she could see, he wanted this too.

"Kiss Ray-ray," Bill commanded.

A simple directive, one she complied with quickly. Passion poured between them. Furtively she sought to search her husband's mouth with her tongue. Returning the emotion, Ray-ray pulled her tighter.

"Ray-ray, play with her clit."

Bill began a slow tortuous entry into her, the bulbous head of his phallus spreading her open with deliberately controlled power.

"Salome, if you agree to become my chattel," the deep voice began its offer, "my concubine, it will be my choice whose children you will bear."

With that, he pressed his cock home; there was no time to learn his shape, no time to compare its depth with any of the others that had come before. 'Be his, be free, and say yes.' Words not uttered, but each thrust repeated them in her brain. The voice changed from Ray-ray's to her own, and finally Bill's. She could see the forms of blended facial features of her and Bill Jenkins, lighter in color than her present children's skin. She could not abandon them. Even in the building sensations her need to be a mother, that primal drive, forced her mind back into the present reality. It took all her effort to push away from Ray-ray's lips.

"My children?" She looked over to where several of his students were occupying her babies.

"I would not separate you from them."

His full length probed deep. Ray-ray's fingers continued their assault on her button. They were not in any rhythm or conjunction with Bill's steady pistoning.

"I, I will be your concubine." With those words, relief sprang from her soul.

"Salome Mackay is now a concubine of Bill Jenkins. Karl, Kurt, and Katy are classified as dependents."

Her cunt snapped onto Bill's cock.

"Uh! Uh!" Salome shook, jamming herself back trying to capture and hold captive the cock pounding away at her. Four more strokes and he pressed deep hard, pulling on her hips, seeking her cervix.

Never having fucked a snapping pussy, Bill lost himself to a heavy orgasm. Two strong shots weakened into five lighter pulses." Pulling out quickly, he twisted her around, placing a kiss full into her lips. Holding her, sheltering her, while the afterglow beamed through her.

Burying her face into his chest, she inhaled his scent. His arms engulfed her slim torso. Suddenly fingers began soft caresses from her hips toward the outer conjunction of her ribs and breasts. As a result, the urge to giggle trumped her resolve. Seeking to pull away failed, his arms held her fast, safe but still assaulted by tickling caresses.

"Look at me, Salome." The authority in the words wrapped in tenderness embarrassed her. "There is no need to hide your face from me."

Looking up, she slowly met his gaze. "I am not hiding. I wanted, needed to learn your smell." Reaching up, she licked a few beads of sweat on his neck as she inhaled the musk. "Your taste," she began to lower herself toward his stomach. He stopped her by placing a finger under her chin and lifting softly.

"Bill Jenkins, you still need to select two more concubines." The AI's voice came from the reader on the table.

Bill leaned forward toward Salome's ear whispering. "I need to test your Ray-ray. Climb up here." He patted the table where her former husband lay.

"Yes Mr. Jenkins." Salome stepped onto the chair where Ray-ray's left foot helped to support the weight of his leg. Then she climbed onto the table.

"Put your cunt on his face, Salome." Ray-ray's broad chest forced her legs wide apart. Differences in their torso lengths put her face just short of his belly button.

Salome asked, "Like this, Mr. Jenkins?"

He pushed her shoulder back a bit, moving her farther from Ray-ray's cock. However, that put her slit right on Ray-ray's chin.

"With just your mouth, make her cum Ray-ray. Hurry, we don't have all night." Salome bucked up a bit with his first action. "Hold her legs to keep her steady, Ray-ray."

Part of Bill's brain registered that his students were reacting to the display. His last lesson would be a set of wet dreams, to last a lifetime.

"She's going for the cock, shit!"

Salome wasn't reaching for the cock in front of her. The statement seemed out of place. Looking over at Tiffany, her face held a wide-eyed oh. Why?

The answer came from a hand, which grabbed Bill's cock, with a light touch just above the midway point. Looking down, he followed the arm up to a naked freckled chest with small breasts that had yet to blossom. Long black hair that she had in a ponytail splayed down her back.

"Mr. Jenkins please, I want to go with you. Here is my CAP card."

Misty's blush had spread across her whole face. Locking her eyes in a gaze, Bill pondered an option he had never considered until now. Her free hand held her CAP card. Taking the card, he smiled then glanced back where she was touching him.

"Oh fuck, she's jacking his dick!" That voice belonged to Evan Morton, eldest waste of a squirt that belonged to the heir of Coastal Toyota. Bill looked directly at the boy. With Leslie watching Salome's kids, he might do bodily harm if Evan acted up.

"Shut the fuck up!" An audible slap turned Evan's head. Ruby Crane stood over the retreating form of Evan, grabbing his shirt, another smack, again, and then a final slap across his face. "She's gotta right to live, youse fuck." In moment of stress, Ruby channeled her mother's Jersey accent.

Evan protested, "Well, I'm planning on fighting if the dickheads ever land."

"Evan, your mother blabbed to the whole Garden Club that your daddy took you down to Tortola in the British Virgin Islands for your birthday," Ruby corrected. "If you had a decent CAP score, you would be out there trying to jam your needle dick into somebody! So, shut up before I get mad!"

Looking down, Bill realized Misty had never stopped looking up at him, keen in her pleading glance, a hopeful look seeking his approval with bright blue eyes. Bill smiled and thrust his cock into her grip a fraction of an inch. A small headshake indicated her understanding. Tugging softly, she brought the tip of his slime-covered cock toward her mouth. Looking down at it closely, she caught at a last bit of white spunk clinging to the underside, flicking the morsel into her mouth. She dragged her tongue under the head. That act brought a small groan from Bill. Bringing her tongue out again to greet the head, she caressed the underside while sucking him into her mouth.

That truth disengaged any educational relationship he may have had with Misty. "Don't move your hand, just suckle on the tip." An immense wave of power rushed through his mind. Setting the card onto the reader, Bill blinked once as Misty changed her assault pattern and rhythm. Looking down, he saw that she was looking down the side of cock at his balls. A finger caressed his sack; Bill felt the need to redirect his attention back to the reader.

The readings came up quickly. Overall, Misty barely crested over five-point-two. Her maternal sub scores lay in the upper sixes and none below four point zero. He internally smiled a bit, remembering her using a babysitting pay scale to explain how to solve a mixture problem last year in Algebra. Her loyalty scores were fours but her parents were in midst of custody battle over her and her older brother; her sex scores did not matter now. He pushed her forehead away from his crotch. Pulling out he heard a small slurp.

"Misty Riverton, will you be my concubine?"

She mouthed the words first, and then repeated aloud. "Yes, Mr. Jenkins, I will." A full on smile emanated from Misty. She tried a cute attack.

The CAP reader vocalized the AI's acknowledgement.

Being a small girl, barely four foot eight inches, rail thin and the baby of her family, Misty often tried to act innocent and vulnerable to get her way. Bill needed to break that habit. "Misty, a question," he pulled her up a standing position, "why where you looking at my balls so intently?" Bill lifted her chin to make eye contact.

New shades of reds flushed out onto her cheeks. Reaching out again, she hefted Bill's balls ever so gently.

"They're moving."

Bill smiled. "They do that. It's normal."

"Oh."

She hugged into his waist with her free arm. Not letting go, she looked over at Ray-ray's displayed package.

"Would you like to feel a pair move?"

Misty's expression shifted to a devilish taint of naughtiness. "Yes, Mr. Jenkins." Grabbing a chair, he slid it between the two that supported Ray-ray's legs.

"Sit here." Misty stared at the chair. A light touch on her back moved her to take a seat. Misty found herself looking at an erect black cock pointing upward over a pair of low hanging balls. The cock was as big as Mr. Jenkins was and the smell was just as enticing.

Mr. Jenkins lifted the ball sack. Muscles on both of the black legs flexed, and then twitched as he held the balls. The white skin juxtaposed against the dark sack focused her attention. "Put these nads in your mouth." He let them go as he put pressure on the back of her head.

Moving in, the odor became stronger. Mr. Jenkins pushed her and the chair even closer. Misty found her nose pressed into the warmth at the base of the cock. The muscled legs experienced another small spasm. Opening her mouth, she entrapped her prey.

"Be gentle, Misty." Mr. Jenkins stroked her cheek. "Move your tongue slowly. Let him know his balls are warm, wet, and safe." She could feel Mr. Jenkins' erect dick sliding over her shoulder. "Stay here till I get back. I want to know what you learned." The cock slid away as Mr. Jenkins turned and the black man's balls began to move on their own accord. Remembering her assignment, Misty began following them, as they seemed to want to play.

How long a time passed since she started her task, Misty could only guess. The promise she made to her grandmamie Clara in Montreal over Labor Day Weekend was fulfilled.

"You are a descendant of a King's Daughter, mon cherie," Grandmamie told her upon leaving the testing center. "It is in your blood to go to a New World to live." Hugging her close she whispered, "You may sell your body to entrap a man. Be observant, and learn to be what he needs and you will find an attachment. I did not love your grandfather Pierre for the first two years."

She found herself leaving the planet. Grandmamie was right. Strangely, it didn't bother her to be sucking a set of balls. Misty found herself growing slicker between her legs. Her arousal came directly from following her orders to explore this black man. No, Mr. Jenkins called him Ray-ray. Silently, she thanked the guardians of CAP testing that Evan was a fuck up. She was there last summer when Evan dove off the high dive, and pantsed himself. His balls together would not have filled one of these sacks.

There were crevasses, ridges, and little clumps of hair. When she probed the line where the ball sack felt like it joined his body, she could make Ray-ray flinch. If she did it at random intervals, she could hear him groan. The woman lying on his chest was beginning to pant. She suddenly shook enough to make the table rock. Afraid to lose her grip, she kept her lips sealed on him but opened her mouth wider. A clear fluid had flowed down the length and was sticking to her forehead and the left side of her face.

Tiffany came over. Looking up, Misty began jacking the ebony boner while Tiffany sucked the very tip. The balls began to draw away from her tongue. Probing the place that caused him to flinch, she felt several strong pluses. A set of grunts came from Ray-ray.

"Misty, let him go," Mr. Jenkins ordered.

Misty pulled away. Ray-ray looked even bigger from this angle. He was kissing Mrs. Carlson. After the kiss finished, he reached down to caress Misty's brow, wiping away the fluids on her face.

"Damn, girl. I thought you were going to lick the black off my balls."

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Misty truly wondered if she did.

Ray-ray looked at her then shook his head no and smiled. The smile wasn't threatening. Misty returned it. He lifted her into a hug. She could feel the combined spit that she and Mrs. Carlson had left on his dick and balls. This hug wasn't sexual, it was more like ones she got from her granddad, loving and reassuring. During that hug, she heard him accept to become Mr. Jenkins concubine.

There was not a great deal of pride over the outcome of this sortie. Porkins would stay another four hours in the medical bay. Sergeant Dumont felt his team had worked well. Would this little exercise really help with fighting the Swarm? Truthfully, it would not, in any measurable physical or tactical sense. How had they read each other non-verbally? That was a success; the majority of AI requests made were for information that they needed directly. The only squad member who showed any hint of a pause during normal AI interface was himself. No triple sets tomorrow during calisthenics; just double, and he would participate.

The Contardos, who were the other couple and would not be extracted, agreed to wait until campus PD arrived to take charge of the students, returning them to the school.

"The concubines and dependents of Bill Jenkins should get ready. The sergeant was getting giddy and playful. He bowed motioning to the transport pad. "Your pad is boarding."

The boy, Randy, returned the card reader the sergeant had lent him. It saved him from an onslaught of questions. Instead of rejoining his friends, Randy walked toward the pad.

The sergeant barred his path with his hand. "You, son, have a bus to catch."

"No sir, I do not," Randy spoke respectfully. "I have to go with Mr. Jenkins, I am his dependent."