Chapter 8

Bert Morehouse had seen more naked flesh and sex up close in the last few hours than he had all summer on the Internet, even when he used his dad's login to Pornamaniacs.

The only thing any of the adults or Misty wore was an eighth-of-an-inch thick by three-quarter inch wide hematite-looking choker, made up of five rows of tightly formed silver-gray horizontal rectangles in a brickwork pattern. The center row was emerald-green creating a stripe. They claimed to have exited from the med check wearing them. Every kid had a wristband made of the same material. The stripe color was the only difference. Anybody thirteen had a yellow stripe; anyone twelve or younger brandished a red one.

Last night, the black guy, Ray-ray, that was what they were supposed to call him, sent boys up the lift with sleeping bags to bed down. The pod's AI had drawn a big circle on the floor. Everybody had to sleep inside its boundary. Kurt and Karl, Ray-ray's two boys, begged to go upstairs, insisting they were big boys too. Bert found it interesting that the twins' acceptance of the grand adventure helped him get to sleep last night.

When he awoke, walls had sprouted from nowhere. Thoughts of food dissipated in the light of discovery. People's names were written on doors. He found his name, along with Ted Oliver's name. Opening the door to their new shared bedroom, he found a room with two twin beds. The layout reminded him of the dorms at the Boy Scouts Sea Base in the Keys. The room was much larger, but less damp.

Louis appeared at the door. "We found the bathroom. Come and wash up so we can go eat."

"Bert, Ted," the AI calling to them startled and stopped them in their tracks. "As the older dependents on this level you need to supervise dependents Kurt and Karl."

Ted as an older brother responded to the AI's directive. Bert, an only child, hesitated. Ted stopped at the door looking back.

"Bert, we just need to make sure they don't trash the bathroom." Ted's confidence provided the motivation for Bert to follow.

Once in the restroom, Bert discovered a button released a platform that let Kurt reach the sink. Everyone identified as a dependent had their name on the upper level bedroom doors and had a corresponding drawer labeled in the bathroom. In Kurt's drawer, Bert found a toothbrush and hairbrush. In his drawer, he found not only a toothbrush and a hairbrush but also, a shaver.

Ted called for the twins to go and pee. Two full-length urinals sat in line with five commodes. Once finished, they marched back to the sinks to rewash their hands. The hugs he received on the lift down to the first level built a small bond with his little buddies.

The fragrance of bacon, eggs, and pancakes assaulted his nose. The growl in his gut caused him to will the lift to go faster.

The woman cooking was Joyce. Bert felt Mr. Jenkins had been forced to take her as a concubine. Going back for his third helping, Bert forgot any animosity held toward Joyce. Mr. Jenkins always preached in class that people had hidden talents. It seemed he was right again.

He wanted to talk with Mr. Jenkins. Entering the master bedroom, he found Misty and Salome making up the bed. Getting used to nude women would take some time. Judging by the tent in his shorts, it would be a long time. It seemed you needed to be under ten to not throw wood. Even Ray-ray stood at half-mast.

"Misty, where is Mr. Jenkins?"

"Bill's in his study getting something called sleep training."

Bert had a difficult time turning away. He hesitated. They paid him no mind. He watched as they put new sheets on the huge bed that dominated half the bedroom.

A hand grabbed his shoulder. "Like what you see?" Bert turned to see Ms. Howard.

Stunned, he answered honestly. "Yes."

She kept up the pressure. "A tits or ass man?"

"Yes." Bert wanted to crawl away and die.

"It's a different world up here Bert." She grabbed his hard on. "You may like it."

"Ms. Howard-" she placed a finger on his lips.

"I'm Leslie the concubine now."

"Ok, Leslie then, I need to go and wait on Mr. Jenkins." He pulled away, turning to ease his cock from her hand. She let go.

He could hear a few giggles. He wanted to hide.

"Once he's done growing, that boy will be bigger than Ray-ray." Leslie mused.

Giggling resumed. Bert stole a glance at Ray-ray standing there naked. He could live with equipment like that.

Bert slipped over to the video screen on the wall, hoping that the College Game Day banter on ESPN would take his mind off his raging hard on.

"Listen up." Mr. Jenkins' voice snapped Bert away from the game predictions. There was the patented pause to settle everyone down. "Joyce and Tiffany are going to take anybody under ten upstairs to the kids' room."

Movement started. It took a few minutes to get everyone under ten sent upstairs.

"Okay, we all need to have a heart to heart." Having Mr. Jenkins slip into lecture mode provided a bit of normalcy. "To quote Dorothy, 'we're not in Kansas anymore.' We're not even on Earth." He paused to let the words sink in.

A hand rose. Mr. Jenkins pointed, "Question, Maggie?"

"That means exactly what?" Maggie, true to form, cut to the chase.

"Basically everything is different." He turned to glare at Phil and Gino, who were wrestling over a seat. "I am in charge of this household." Gino kept poking at Phil. Mr. Jenkins walked over to the pair. He reached out and grabbed a handful of Gino's hair.

"Let go! That hurts!" Gino tried to pry the fingers open. Mr. Jenkins pulled him to his feet. Gino kept pleading, "Ouch, ouch, stop!" Mr. Jenkins marched him to an empty single chair and unceremoniously dropped him there.

"When given an instruction, you will comply." Mr. Jenkins turned back to the group. "There will be clear boundaries and expectations. When in doubt, ask."

He walked back to where the concubines were. "There have been some very graphic public displays of sex." That brought a few affirming murmurs. "Those will continue." That brought silence. "Ray-ray is going to take all the boys but Ted and Bert upstairs and go over the fine art of masturbation in the shower and the use of cum rags in your rooms."

Louis, Ethan, Phil, Randy, and Gino began to move. Bert could have sworn Ray-ray's dick lengthened as he moved toward the lift. Once the boys started up, Mr. Jenkins motioned for Misty to come over to stand by him. He began stroking her right breast down toward her belly button.

"Anne, Maggie, Theresa, Cindy, and Jackie, you girls will go upstairs with Leslie, in a few minutes." Mr. Jenkins stared frozen a moment.

The screen changed from ESPN. Bert recognized the shower. Six hard cocks stood waving in the air. Each boy secured a few fingers of soap. No sound emanated from the picture.

"Girls, Leslie is going to show you how to finger yourself off." They stumbled toward the lift. "Remember, you watched the boys." Several of the girls began sprouting shocked faces, ranging from denial to a mischievous grin or two. "They will get to watch you."

Once the last gaggle of girls entered the second floor, Mr. Jenkins turned to the remaining group. "Any of you can choose to relieve sexual frustration like the groups upstairs." He began unfastening his belt. "As I understand the rules, you five thirteen-year-olds are presented a stepping stone into adulthood."

Bert turned and looked. Every student still in the room was thirteen but Eve. She was twelve. Turning his attention back, Mr. Jenkins had his pants open. Misty was cupping his balls. He stepped out of his pants and removed his shirt.

"In six months, Joan will be fourteen." He pulled Misty's hand away from his groin. "In ten months, June will be the last of you to turn fourteen."

Tensely, Ruby stated an obvious fact. "Eve won't be fourteen."

"I know Ruby." Mr. Jenkins held a hand out to Eve. She took it. Standing, Eve hugged him. "I'm going to share. OK Eve?" She nodded.

"Eve was raped this summer by Guy Kibbee and his father." He stroked Eve's hair, pulling her head into his rib cage. She will be having a baby in seven to eight months."

Every female joined the hug. Ted popped Bert on the back of his head enough to stir him to action. Bert followed his friend into the hug.

"Soon you'll be adults as far as the Confederacy is concerned." The hug dissipated quickly. "You each in my opinion have the potential to be a sponsor." He looked at each of them, making eye contact.

"I need you to get nude."

Bert found himself naked. He remembered removing his clothes. Talks with his dad suddenly made sense. Your dick can take control. Glancing from side to side, he exhaled, seeing he was not alone.

"There are rules," Mr. Jenkins began. "No vaginal penetration and 'no' means 'no' for you in the thirteen-year-old club."

"Ladies, I'm going to have the boys and me stand here and let you touch and ask questions."

Disbelief, utter disbelief was followed by then sheer terror. Bert watched as Joan's hand reached for his cock. When she grabbed it, her touch was light and tentative, her eyes wide in surprise at the organ she held.

"Squeeze it tighter." That voice belonged to Salome. "Kneel down to get a closer look."

Joan followed the suggestions.

"Salome, is that pee coming from the tip?" She slipped her hand up the tip, catching the clear viscous dew. Bert almost shot his load. "It twitched." Joan worked the fluid between her fingers.

"Joan, that's often called pre-cum." Salome's description was almost clinical. "It's a normal process. Look up into his eyes, Joan."

The contact was intense.

"Lean in and lick a bit with your tongue." Bert froze. "Each man tastes different but similar." Her tongue lingered a second before pushing forward, catching some of his offering. The elongated 'mmm' accompanied by her closing her eyes made his knees go weak.

"Sniff up near the balls." Her hair brushed his cock and thigh. Her tit pressed into his knee.

Joan owned his soul. His uncle Jake complained that his uncle Frank was pussy-whipped. Bert didn't think Joan would ever need to get that far. She owned him right now.

A voice came from below his cock. "It's sweaty but I like it." He could hear another inhale.

"Taste the sweat on his balls." Salome wasn't giving orders, only suggestions. Bert wished they were his directions.

Bert looked down. He met Joan's eyes. Her nose brushed into his pubic hair. Then moist warm heat caressed his nuts.

"The boy's going to burst," Salome warned. "You want to suck a load off him?"

Time stopped for Bert.

"No, not yet," she looked up at him pleading. "Maybe later," Joan replied.

Bert wasn't angry. Disappointed? Hell yes!

"Would you like to jack him off instead?"

Joan nodded.

"Hold out your hand."

Joan's hand grabbed his cock again. Slick and warm.

"Start pumping back and forth." Joan followed Salome's direction. "Squeeze tighter, Joan." She did. "Lengthen the strokes and watch his balls."

The sounds of moans and grunts filtered into Bert's focus on Joan's action. Strangely, the sounds followed her hand motions. Bert realized he was making the noises.

"Salome, his balls are drawing up." She stopped. "Did I hurt him?"

"No, Joan," Salome answered quickly. "Do you want to blow the boy's mind?"

Bert wanted Joan to keep jacking him off. The devilish grin Joan shared with Salome promised more ecstasy.

"Get a bit of lube on your other hand's index finger." Salome whispered the next bit in Joan's ear. The black woman looked up at Bert. "Spread your legs Bert. Give this girl better access."

The finger tickled the skin behind his balls. Then it slid into the start of his ass crack. Before he realized it, Joan began pressing into his asshole.

"Slide the whole finger in." Her knuckles pressed into his crack. "Feel around Joan. Make soft, come here motions with your fingers. Especially on that round shaped part. That's his prostate and he'll like it if you rub that gently."

"Fuck that's" Joan, don't stop." Bert pleaded. Joan could do this whenever she wanted.

"If anything, pump his cock a little faster in time with your finger." Joan went back to work with extra effort.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Bert could feel the boil starting in base of his balls. "I'm gonna cum."

Bert had to close his eyes. Joan never stopped stroking. His pelvis jutted forward instinctively. He never counted the shots.

Opening his eyes, he saw Joan wearing pearl streaks of his cum on her arm and breasts. Salome ran a finger on Joan's arm, collecting the rope into a dollop. She placed it on her tongue, and then swallowed. She gathered another one from the breast.

"Joan, take a taste." Salome placed her finger near Joan's lips. Closing her eyes, Joan took the finger into her mouth. Opening them, she stared at Bert. Her finger stroked his prostate one last time, then pulled it out. Joan tickled his balls as her fingers caressed them. She grabbed Bert's hips to pull herself up. The lube caused them slip. Salome helped her stand. "Kiss her, Bert."

Their lips met innocently. Bert could taste what had to be his cum on her lips. He felt her tongue part his lips. He met hers with his. Her hands began to draw him in encircling his back. Bert slid his fingers across Joan's ribs. A shudder served as encouragement. Lost in each other, he tried to hold Joan and give thanks for her gifts.

"We have more to experiment with today." Mr. Jenkins tapped Bert on the shoulder. Joan broke away, ever so slowly. This became even more erotic for Bert.

Even having his hair mussed by Mr. Jenkins didn't bother Bert. It felt welcoming, not dismissive, or condescending. "To the bedroom," his teacher instructed, "Misty on the bed. On the way we'll also take a restroom break and clean up a bit."

Bert followed Joan's butt into the room. She went into the bathroom with Ruby and June. Apparently, even in space girls go to the bathroom in groups.

Misty looked tiny, lying on the shimmering red sheets on the bed. The adults all slept together here. It looked like a fifteen-by-fifteen foot square. Mr. Jenkins waited until they entered the bedroom.

"Spread your legs, Misty." Mr. Jenkins helped by pulling her near the edge. "We need to get a good look here." Misty's face began to match the sheets.

Mr. Jenkins pulled Misty's lower lips apart. "As you can see, Misty still has her hymen." He stroked over the opening. Misty flinched. "In ancient cultures this was sign that a bride was pure." His finger slipped up to the open part. Misty bit at her lip. "Girls still have their periods and it does help them to avoid getting infections."

"I can do what I wish with Misty and the other concubines." He turned to look at his students. "Right now you have a choice to participate in sex." He began stroking Misty's clit. "When you turn fourteen, and are CAP tested, you might keep that choice or give it over to your sponsor." He pulled Misty to a standing position.

"Girls, you four just spent some time making me and these two boys very happy. I think its time you get repaid." He smiled. Bert began to fantasize about the possibilities. "Sit on the bed."

"Mr. Jenkins, I can't do this." Eve was a pallid color. Bert put the revelations from earlier together.

"You have the right to refuse to participate in sexual activity." Bert was glad the AI came to her defense.

Eve hugged Mr. Jenkins

"Eve, why don't you sit with Salome and watch," He turned her to the black woman. "She can answer any questions you have." Eve buried her face in Salome. "You can choose what you want to do."

"Boys, you need to know that girls aren't wired the same as we are," Mr. Jenkins began. "Ladies, the guys enjoyed having you go straight for their cocks. Guys, the girls won't want you to be so direct." He ran a finger along June's waist and up her ribcage, avoiding her breast. "Let the girls guide you. Start with a few light touches."

Mr. Jenkins opened a drawer and pulled out a bottle. He motioned Bert and Ted over. He poured a little oil onto each of their hands. "Girls, lay on your stomachs."

Mr. Jenkins motioned the boys forward. "Start massaging their shoulders, gently; you want them to respond."

Bert touched Joan's back. She twitched. He started rubbing in small circles. The tension in her muscles began to wane. He worked his way down her torso. Soft moans encouraged him to continue. As he neared her butt, Joan began sliding her legs apart.

"Bert, roll Joan over." Mr. Jenkins' voice caused Bert to help Joan turn herself. "Kiss her." Bert wanted to. His cock, now back at full mast, wanted more. His cock could wait. He sought her lips and practiced kissing again.

"Slide your mouth down and find her nipple." Joan began pushing his head down her body. Bert kissed his way along her neck. His hands found her breast.

"Suck softly; pull it into your mouth." Joan gasped. "Pretend you're a baby and nurse. Lavish that fleshy button with your tongue."

Bert felt a hand pull his hand down Joan's body. He realized it was Mr. Jenkins. He felt a moist heat, rounded flesh, and hair.

"Caress the outside, Bert, let Joan guide you." Bert let his fingers dance blindly over their newfound playground. Joan dug her fingertips into his back.

"Hold the nipple gently in your teeth." Bert did. Joan moaned. "Don't let go with your teeth. Open your lips, and suck a deep breath past her nipple."

Bert felt the coolness as the air rushed in over the wet nipple. Joan bucked. Bert loosed the nipple. Joan grabbed his hair pulling him into another kiss. Bert felt her legs open. His finger slid into the slick slit. Joan thrashed, breaking the kiss. An elongated 'yes' broke into a growl. She shook bodily.

"Bert, slide your face down and start kissing where your fingers have been."

The odor drew him in. The slick fluid's taste made him think of the ocean. Joan began guiding his head, grabbing his hair firmly but not causing pain. She moved him around stopping here and there.

"Vary your tongue and lip movements." Whom Mr. Jenkins addressed, Bert never knew.

He followed the advice. Joan's moans and cries convinced him the efforts were appreciated.

Joan thrashed again. Bert decided that she was cumming. He made a girl cum, the first time he ever tried. He had witnesses.

"It tickles." Joan squealed. "Stop Bert, stop!"

Bert kept going.

"Dependent Bert Morehouse," that voice came from above him. "The dependent Joan Bishop has indicated she wants you to cease."

Bert pulled up. Joan sat up. Bert closed his eyes, and then braced himself for the slap. Joan kissed him.

"Bert, I want to feel you in me." Those words detached Bert's will from his body.

"Joan," he whispered. "The AI is watching. I've been warned once."

"Insertion of your penis Bert Morehouse into Joan Bishop's anus is permissible in order for her to 'feel you' inside her body."

"Won't that hurt her?" Bert decided that harming Joan was not acceptable. He surprised himself.

"There is reported initial discomfort. Pleasure centers for human females do respond to anal stimulation."

"Try, Bert."

Bert lathered his cock in the lubricant. He placed some on her anus. He placed his tip at the opening. Applying pressure, he began to force entry. Joan gasped. His head pressed in. Joan arched her back. Bert felt his cockhead breach her.

"Don't move, Bert." Joan grabbed the back of her knees and pulled her legs apart, exposing herself to Bert. "Ok now, slide all the way in."

Bert flexed his ass. That started him slipping deeper as Joan rocked ever so softly. Warm, wet, and deep, Bert's entire universe shrank to this sensation.

"Does it hurt, Joan?" The voice came from Eve.

Joan shook her head several times, "A bit at first, Eve. I'm learning to like it."

Salome reached across Joan and took Eve's hand. "Baby, why don't you help and make sure Joan likes this?" Salome pulled Eve closer, "Lick Joan's pussy, girl."

Bert watched as Eve's auburn hair blocked his view of Joan's cunt. Bert felt Joan wriggle under Eve's efforts.

Lips brushed his ear. "Pump slow and strong Bert." Salome bit playfully at his ear.

Bill watched as his charges exhausted themselves sexually. He turned to his youngest concubine. "It's time you started to enjoy a bit of sex yourself."

Misty smiled. She climbed on the bed and flipped onto her back.

"Not this way, Misty." She turned her head to question him. "First, my dear, you need to learn to be a slut and cum on a cock." He whirled his finger for her to roll over. "Once you've become a slut. Ray-ray will help me turn you into a cock hound, our own little household bitch."

Bill pulled her up to her knees. He pressed her face onto the bed. Stroking her pussy, he avoided her clit. Misty tried to wiggle and make contact. "You're getting a nice flow going Misty." He touched her clit. Misty shivered. Bill put the head of his cock at Misty's opening. "Push back."

Misty pushed into the cock. Bill grabbed her hips and pulled. Breaking through the barrier, he pressed in his full length. Misty tried to pull away. She whimpered.

"Relax, Misty," He held her tight to him. "You'll accept the size in a moment."

Bill leaned forward, allowing him to reach under Misty and stroke her slowly. After a few minutes, she began riding his cock to maximize the stimulation from his fingertips.

He slid his hand back to her hip. Straightening his torso, Bill started with long, deliberate strokes.

"Miss Salome," Ruby called. "There is blood on Mr. Jenkins's thing. Are they okay?"

"Ruby, that's normal," Salome offered. "I won't lie. The first time you're penetrated, it does hurt and sometimes a girl bleeds a bit."

Bill grabbed Misty's hips as he began picking up the pace. Misty had started to grunt in response to his efforts.

"She's starting to enjoy it, Ruby, listen."

Ruby moved closer into Bill's field of vision. "Why is he going faster?"

Salome giggled. "Remember earlier when you were jacking him off." Ruby nodded. "Right before Bill shot off he kept saying 'faster, faster'."

Ruby blushed and giggled. "Get ready, Misty." Bill was pounding away.

Timed by providence, Bill started spasming. He pressed deep. Once the pulses faded, Bill added, "Nice and tight Misty; a good job." He pulled out. Misty collapsed on the bed. Bill lifted her, planting small kisses on her face and chest. "Let's get a shower."

Bill and Salome washed Misty. She clung to Bill. He carried her to the far side of the bed, pulled back the covers, and told her to sleep.

Back in the bathroom, he helped Salome rinse off Joan. He had Bert place her next to Misty.

Eve seemed to enjoy the attention as he ran his hands over her body. She moved, letting him touch her.

Bill asked a whispered question. "Could Ted and Bert help?"

Eve looked at Bill. A small smile cracked her lips. "Yes."

"Ted, Bert, Eve wants you two to finish washing her." Bert moved to the right, looking at Ted, then at Mr. Jenkins. "Gently boys," he advised. Together the young men washed earnestly.

"Bert," Eve called. "Will you lick my pussy like you did Joan's?"

Bert knelt before Eve. Slowly he started to worship the sex before him. Eve gasped, digging her nails in his shoulders; Bill could see the boy's skin change color with the intensity of her action. Bill started to pull Bert away, fearful he hurt her.

"Don't stop, please don't." Eve called softly. Bert moved back to pleasure her further.

Bill went to help Ted and Salome finish cleaning June. Ted carried June to the bed.

The sounds of the running shower were drowned out by Eve's loud cum. Ted returned in time to help rinse Eve clean. Bill carried the already sleeping twelve-year-old to join the other three in bed.

Once they finished with the sex and the showers, Bill had four sleeping females in his bed. The adults, save Misty, were in the main downstairs area. Ray-ray lay on his back with Salome riding his face and Leslie his cock.

Bill had the AI project his ideas for the body modifications.