Chapter 6

(Author's warning: this chapter depicts very mild, very brief mm sex.)

"Hi, Kayla!" chirped Stacy. "Come on in!" She took the overnight bag from her friend and set it aside on a kitchen chair.

"I feel like I want to jump right out of my own skin," whispered Kayla. "I'm so nervous."

"Kayla, this night is for you," said Stacy. "Everything we do tonight is intended to make you happy and fulfilled. None of us wants to do anything to make you uncomfortable. You have to trust me, Kayla. You have to trust my mom and Michael." She drew her friend into a long, warm hug. "We want to make this a night you will cherish forever." She collected a wineglass, poured it half full and handed it to Kayla. "Come on into the living room and join us."

They made their way into the living room, hand in hand. Michael and Jenny, each sitting in an upholstered chair, greeted Kayla warmly but did not stand. Stacy indicated the sofa to Kayla and sat down beside her.

"Kayla, I talked to both Jenny," and Stacy emphasized her mother's name, "and Michael. They think what we have planned is a wonderful expression of how I feel about you. I will admit that we have realized that we can help you and help ourselves at the same time.

"I told you that Michael has the CAP score needed to volunteer, that Jenny has accepted Michael's offer to go with him, and that Michael invited me to join them as well. I probably will go with Michael and Jenny. I already know they love me unconditionally and I love them. If I choose some other volunteer, then I run the risk that I will not be loved in that family. I haven't decided, but I'm strongly leaning that way.

"If I go with Michael and Jenny, then Michael has one more spot to fill. If I decide not to go, then Michael has two spots to fill. We feel we need to begin to explore what it would be like to have another person join our family, as a full member, lover, wife and sister. Even if you change your mind and don't want to go through with what we planned to do tonight, we four will still have gained some experience.

"We don't want a mock pickup tonight, where all we do is tear off our clothes and fuck. In fact, even if we get only part of the way to having sex, or if we get almost nowhere, we will still benefit.

"So those are the boundaries for tonight. The first goal we three have set for ourselves is to give you the best time you can accept. The second goal is for us to find out, and for you to find out, what it would be like with us four as a family."

Jenny stood and pulled Kayla into a warm hug. "Stacy said it exactly right, Kayla. Please don't do or say anything you don't want to. Please don't let us do anything you don't want us to do. Please ask us to do anything for you, or to you, that you want." Jenny kissed Kayla on the cheek, released her hug and sat back down.

"Ewww, mushy!" joked Michael. "Enough of that. Let's please relax and enjoy ourselves. Let's let the night unfold on its own and see where it takes us."

"Here's a toast," said Jenny, as she raised her glass. "To us. To friendship, and caring, and perhaps even love."

"Hear, hear," said the rest.

"What Stace said, is what we mean," said Michael. "We really want to fulfill your fantasies about this night, an event you have probably thought and dreamed about for years. The problem is, we don't know what your fantasies are. Somehow, asking you to blurt out your most secret thoughts didn't seem right. So, we thought we'd help you share your hopes and dreams over a bit of an extended time. We want to share our hopes and dreams with you, too. We're just as nervous about talking about that as I bet you are.

"We thought a good way to ease into deep water would be for us to play Truth or Dare. We thought we'd start with 'G' rated questions and dares, and let the questions get more personal as we go along. How does that sound to you?"

A tear ran down Kayla's cheek. "You guys are so sweet! Here I was so scared, and you've all gone so far to put me at ease. Stacy and I are almost like sisters, we tell each other everything. But I really don't know that much about you two and you don't know a whole lot about me. I think Truth or Dare would be a great way to get to know each other."

"OK, then," said Jenny, "do you want to start, or would you like Stacy to start?"

"Will you start, please?" Kayla asked Stacy.

"You asked for it," giggled Stacy. "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," said Kayla.

"Kayla, I know you love your mom. Do you *like* your mom?"

"I've never thought about it. I trust her, I respect her, I love her. But we aren't buddies. We don't really like the same things. We don't chat idly. So I guess the answer is 'no' I don't really like my mom." The other three nodded.

Kayla turned to Jenny. "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," said Jenny.

"How do you feel about agreeing to be with Michael?" Kayla asked.

"Oh, wow," said Jenny. "We don't have enough time tonight for me to fully answer that question. A one-word answer is 'serene'. I feel like a woman again for the first time in a very long time. I feel beautiful again, and I haven't felt that way for a long, long time. It turns me on to know that Michael *wants* me, wants me as a woman. I haven't felt *wanted* for a long time. Is that enough for now?"

"Oh, yes," smiled Kayla.

"Truth or Dare, Michael" said Jenny.

"Dare," smirked Michael.

"I knew you'd say that," laughed Stacy.

"Michael, go and give Stacy a toe-curling kiss," said Jenny.

And so he did. He poured all the love and passion he could into that one kiss. Kayla watched, fascinated. Finally, Michael returned to his seat.

"Wow!" said Kayla and Stacy at the same time. They both giggled.

"Truth or Dare, Stacy?" said Michael.

"Dare," smiled Stacy.

Michael shook his head slowly, a wicked grin on his face. "Take off your pants."

There was a sharp intake of breath from both girls. Stacy didn't hesitate, though. She stood, removed and folded her pants, laid them on the floor next to the sofa, and sat back down. She stuck out her tongue at Michael, and then giggled.

"Truth or Dare, Jenny" said Stacy.

"I'm staying with Truth for the time being," laughed Jenny.

"Have you ever peed in a swimming pool?" asked Stacy.

Jenny blushed deeply, held her hands over her mouth, and nodded 'yes'. The others laughed.

"Truth or Dare, Kayla" asked Jenny.

"Dare," said Kayla.

"Now you give Stacy a toe-curling kiss," said Jenny.

"I'm liking this, so far!" laughed Stacy. Kayla leaned over to her friend, laced her fingers into Stacy's hair, looked deeply into her eyes, and zeroed in and delivered a barn-burner.

"Wow!" said both Kayla and Stacy when the kiss ended. They giggled.

"Truth or Dare, Michael" said Kayla.

"Truth," grinned Michael.

"Do you have a stiffy right now?" asked Kayla. The three women laughed. Michael stood and removed his pants. His erection was plainly visible. He sat back down, smiling.

"Truth or Dare, Jenny?" asked Michael.

"I guess I ought to do a Dare," smiled Jenny.

"Take off one garment," said Michael. Jenny blushed, hesitated, then pulled her top over her head, revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra.

"I was hoping you'd choose your top," said Stacy. "I'd do that too if I had tits like yours." Jenny blushed but smiled.

"Why don't you and Kayla come over here and explore my tits?" asked Jenny. "Kayla, have you ever touched another woman's breasts?"

Kayla slowly shook her head 'no' but said nothing. Stacy rose from her seat, moved close to Jenny, and went to her knees beside Jenny's chair. She turned and looked at Kayla. That was enough prompting for Kayla, who did the same on Jenny's other side.

Stacy reached out and hefted Jenny's breast, feeling its weight. She stroked the skin in a slow circle, first beginning well away from the areola. After a look from Stacy, Kayla was finally able to reach out her own hand and follow suit. A look of wonder showed on Kayla's face. Jenny smiled at them both.

Stacy continued her slow circular travel around Jenny's breast. She reached the areola, then closely around the nipple, and finally over it. Jenny's nipple puckered and lengthened in response to the gentle stimulation. When she saw that Kayla had finally reached the same place on the other breast, Stacy clasped the nipple between her thumb and index finger, pinching and then pulling. Again, Kayla did the same. The blush appearing on Jenny's upper chest wasn't from embarrassment.

Stacy pulled her top off and caressed her own breast while she returned one hand to Jenny's breast. Then she took Kayla's unused hand and guided it to her own breast. "Kayla, tell us what you notice about Jenny's breast, and mine," she whispered.

Kayla hefted and squeezed a breast of both women for a moment. Turning to look Stacy in her eyes, she softly spoke. "Jenny's breasts are larger, but she's more mature. Jenny's are softer. Yours are more firm. I love the slope of Jenny's breasts, not really sagging but naturally part of her breasts being both larger and softer. Yours stand proud on your chest. The small areola and proud nipples are very similar."

"Will you let me compare your breasts with mine?" asked Stacy. After a moment, Kayla pulled her own top off and tossed it aside. She let her hands fall to her sides. Stacy switched hands at her own breast and gently moved the now-free hand to collect Kayla's breast, smaller than Stacy's but well-suited to Kayla's body size and shape. She alternated her gaze between Kayla's breast and eyes.

"I love that your areola are puffy," whispered Stacy. Jenny's and mine aren't. Our areolae are smaller than yours." Under Stacy's gentle ministrations, Kayla's areola tightened and the nipple stood proudly away. "Your nipples are longer than ours," Stacy softly said. She captured Kayla's nipple with her thumb and index finger, gently but firmly pinching and pulling.

"Oooh, Stacy," said Kayla, "that feels so good!"

"It feels good to me too, Kayla," Stacy said with a shy smile.

Jenny was getting no attention. She reached her hands to the backs of both girls' heads and slowly but firmly guided their faces to her breasts. As Kayla watched intently, Stacy extended her tongue and circled Jenny's areola. Kayla followed suit at the other breast. Stacy flattened her tongue and licked over Jenny's areola and nipple. Again, Kayla followed suit. Stacy put her mouth over Jenny's areola. The sharp intake of Jenny's breath was heard by all. Stacy pulled back, Jenny's nipple captured between her teeth. She pulled the nipple away, then let it snap back. Stacy moved her mouth back onto Jenny's areola.

Jenny whispered, "Lash it with your tongue, Kayla, please." She looked over and saw Michael watching intently, stroking his rigid cock through his underwear. They smiled at each other. She returned her gaze to the girls at her breasts and moaned softly.

Presently, Stacy drew her head back from Jenny's breast. Kayla again followed suit. "Help Jenny out of her pants," Michael softly said. "Tell me if her panties have a wet spot." The girls each collected the waistband of one side of Jenny's pants. As Jenny lifted her hips, the pants were pulled down and off.

"They're soaked, Michael," giggled Stacy. The moisture had highlighted the camel toe of Jenny's pussy.

"Stacy, help Kayla out of her pants, too," said Michael. "What about a wet spot on her panties?"

Stacy moved behind her friend and slipped her pants down. Kayla was on her knees. Stacy guided her to a sitting position and worked the pants all the way off. Stacy nudged Kayla's knees apart and the prominent wet spot was revealed. "There it is," Stacy said softly.

"What about your panties, Stace?" asked Michael.

"My God, Michael," said Stacy, "of course they're dripping. This is one of the most erotic things I've ever experienced." She looked at each of the others, a shy smile on her face.

"Michael, close your eyes, tight." When she saw that he had, she coaxed Kayla to stand with her. She guided Kayla to one side of Michael and she took the other. At Stacy's prompting, each girl collected one of Michael's hands and guided it to her breast. As Michael blindly explored a mound of flesh with each hand, a look of contentment and pleasure showed on his face. Michael made a thorough examination, squeezing and hefting each breast, running his hands over the soft flesh, pulling and pinching each nipple.

Stacy gently guided Michael's mouth to her breast. When she knew he would remain there, she let go his head. She caught Kayla's look of wonder. Soon Michael, eyes still tightly closed, moved by himself and captured the breast on his other side, the breast that he knew belonged to Kayla. She gasped, but didn't resist.

When Michael sat back, Stacy guided Michael's hand to her panty-covered mound. Kayla hesitated, then reluctantly did the same. Stacy drew Michael's hand up and down her slit. Kayla did the same. Stacy guided Michael's hand under the elastic waistband and onto her hairless pussy. Shaking visibly, but determined, Kayla followed. The look on Michael's face was priceless. He immediately discovered that Kayla didn't shave. He thought her bush was trimmed. He gently explored both of the girls. Stacy moved to her friend and delivered a soft, passionate kiss. Soon Kayla invited Stacy's tongue into her mouth and they kissed deeply.

Stacy let her panties fall to the floor. Nervous, but even more determined, Kayla did too. Michael gently explored each girl's pussy, the puffy outer lips, up the moist slit, over the clitoris. He removed both his hands, brought them one by one to his nose, made a show of enjoying the aroma, and tasted first one and then the other. He smiled broadly.

While Michael's eyes were still tightly closed, Stacy leaned over and collected the waistband of his undies. When Kayla was in position on the other side, they slowly pulled downward. His rampant cock sprang free to the sharp intake of breath from both girls. Soon his shorts were puddled around his ankles.

Stacy went to her knees and nudged Michael's knees apart. With Kayla beside her, she reached out and gently grasped his cock. She made room for Kayla's hand as well. Kayla's face had a look of wonder. Together, they slowly, gently slid their clasped fingers up and down his shaft. Kayla followed along bravely. Stacy collected Michael's balls and gently massaged them. When Kayla moved to do the same, Stacy let go and returned to stroking his shaft.

Stacy leaned forward and began to slowly lick Michael's shaft from bottom to top, like a lollipop. With obvious trepidation, Kayla moved to join her. "Do you know what a snowball is?" she whispered. Kayla softly shook her head 'no'. "Let's take turns sucking him off. Whoever has him when he cums, holds his jizz in her mouth. Then we kiss and share his gift. We'll swallow at the same time." She giggled. Kayla looked horrified, but nodded agreement.

The girls continued their long licks up his shaft. Soon Stacy opened her mouth and took about half his length into her mouth. She made a show of sucking, her cheeks drawn in. She pulled back and released his cock with a pop. She giggled again, and Kayla giggled, too -- she was plainly overcoming her earlier terror.

Kayla did as she had seen her friend do. The taste and feel of his man-meat in her mouth was amazing. But instead of a single pass down, up and off, Kayla began to bob up and down. She felt Jenny kneel beside her, Jenny's arm around her waist.

Boys don't have much stamina anyway. Michael's lust had spiraled up as he had watched the girls with Jenny, then as they came to him. Without notice, Michael began to blast jet after jet into the mouth of a very surprised Kayla. Anticipating her reaction, Jenny held the back of Kayla's head in place, denying her room to pull away. The look of shock on Kayla's face was evident.

When she knew Michael was spent, Jenny released her grip on Kayla's head. Kayla sat back on her haunches, a mixture of shock and lust on her face. Stacy shot forward to collect her share of the bounty. She clamped her mouth over Kayla's, sucking most of the white goo into her own mouth. She then forced much of it back into Kayla's mouth. When Stacy broke her kiss, Jenny instantly took her place, demanding her own share.

The three women sat back. Looking from one to the other, they all made a show of swallowing their treasure. They laughed. They looked up to see Michael, plainly blissed out, leaning back in his seat with a serene smile on his face. They sat together for a bit, smiling with pleasure and not a little pride. Finally, they rose and returned to their own seats. When they looked back at Michael, they found Jenny's panties over his nose and mouth. Michael breathed deeply the aroma of Jenny's nectar.

"Oh. My. God," breathed Kayla. "I can't believe we just did that. We shared ourselves. We shared Michael. Where do I sign up?" Kayla giggled.

Michael suddenly sat forward, his eyes round as saucers. "Kayla! Someone stole your clothes!" They all laughed heartily.

"My turn to toast," sang Stacy. "Here's to love, and trust, and caring and sharing. And here's to powerful orgasms, may they be shared in plenty!"

"Yea!!" they all cried, then proceeded to drink deeply of their wine.

"Scoot forward," Michael ordered, "part your thighs, and proudly show us all your most secret place." They did, leaning back onto their seats. They sat in amiable silence, re-living their experience.

"My God," Michael said softly, "you are so beautiful, so sexy, every one of you." The women smiled broadly.

"Michael," Stacy screeched in mock horror, "look at you! You just had a world-class blow job, and your dick is standing at attention again!" Michael looked down and saw that what she'd said was true. Everyone laughed.

"I think we need to take a break," Jenny said, "and talk for a while. Our Truth or Dare game seems to have been forgotten. Kayla, I hope your fears and worries have disappeared. Maybe we don't need to use the game to wrench out your dreams and fantasies. I won't put you on the spot, though. I think Stacy and Michael and I can share with you our own fantasies, and you can chime in when you're ready."

"Can I start?" asked Stacy. When there was no immediate objection, she continued. "I was a virgin until yesterday. Was it only yesterday? I've shared every bit of my teeny experience with Kayla. I briefly told Michael yesterday how little experience I had had. Jenny, I had sucked a boy, well, two boys actually, but I had never really *seen* a cock -- it was always too dark, and we were in too much of a hurry. No one had ever touched my boobies or my pussy, not even girls.

"Yesterday was the most wonderful, amazing day of my life," Stacy said. "I got to see, and feel, and explore Michael's assets. I delivered my first blowjob to a man I love. He ate my pussy and I had such a powerful orgasm, I passed out. I helped Michael torture Jenny until she was overcome with lust. I jilled in front of both of them while I watched them do the same. I fed Michael's jizz to my mother, my lover. I watched Michael deliver Jenny's first oral sex. He did so well that she went boneless. Jenny watched Michael eat me out, too. Jenny let me watch while she fucked Michael, then helped Michael bust my cherry and I came so hard, I passed out again. I slept all night in bed with Michael and Jenny. I'm only virgin on one place. I want to lose that, too, and soon."

"Wow," was all Kayla could say.

"Kayla," asked Jenny. "Can we explore your fantasies?" Kayla nodded. "Have you ever fantasized about having your privates exposed in public? How do you feel about being watched while you have sex? Have you ever, do you want to, watch others have sex? Do you dream of being restrained, tied up? Does being spanked light your fires? Are you looking forward to oral sex with a woman?"

"Just listening to you, Jenny," chirped Stacy, "is making her pussy spasm."

Kayla giggled. "Guilty on all counts, I'm afraid. I've seen pornos where the woman was tied up and fucked hard. In another one, the woman was spanked until she came so hard, she squirted. Both of those made me so hot! I dream about going '69' with Stacy all the time."

With a sly smile, Jenny moved to the floor facing Kayla's exposed snatch. "Would you guys help, please? Would you get on both sides of Kayla, and each hold a wrist and an ankle?" Michael and Stacy moved into position and collected Kayla's limbs.

Jenny slowly approached Kayla's center. She watched Kayla's eyes intently. Her hands smoothly slid up and down Kayla's thighs. Her eyes still locked with Kayla's, Jenny brought her mouth down until it nearly touched her snatch. She gently blew, causing Kayla to shudder. Then, flattening her tongue, she licked from nearly Kayla's sphincter all the way up and over her clit. Kayla shuddered again. Her involuntary flinch was restrained by her friends.

On the next pass, Jenny made a point of her tongue and pressed as deeply into Kayla's slit as she could. She felt, but passed over, the entrance to Kayla's womb. When Jenny reached the top, she lashed Kayla's clit over and over. Michael and Stacy continued to restrain Kayla's ever more powerful trashing. Faster and faster, Jenny pressed her attack, varying her motions to keep Kayla off balance. Michael and Stacy watched, fascinated, as Kayla's lust built to a crescendo. She went over the edge, screaming and flailing about as much as her bonds would allow. Jenny kept going until Kayla begged for mercy. Jenny leaned back on her haunches while Michael and Stacy released Kayla's limbs. She lay there, quivering, with a look of pure bliss on her face. Jenny, Michael and Stacy returned to their chairs while Kayla struggled to regain control of her body.

They were concerned when they saw tears roll down her cheeks. But she smiled beatifically. When she was able to speak, she whispered, "That was incredible! It was my first time! It was all I dreamed about for a long time. Thank you so much, all of you." The three just smiled at her.

"Jenny, Stacy, will you let me see up close while Michael's cock disappears into your bodies?" Both women nodded, smiling.

"Are you ready to approach the main event?" asked Jenny. Kayla nodded. "You know how we did it with Stacy?" Kayla nodded again. "Good. Then I think we should do it that way again. Four in the bed might be a lot but, as Michael put it, if we're squished, we'll just make a pile of ourselves."

With that, the four stood and made their way to the bedroom. Kayla felt her apprehension beginning to rise, but she fought it back down. They altered the process used the night before a bit, considering that Kayla had just had a powerful orgasm. Jenny had made sure she was wet. She had Stacy position herself over Michael's mouth while she straddled his hips. She directed Kayla's attention to Stacy's crotch while Michael began his oral ministrations. When Kayla was satisfied that she had seen enough, Jenny brought Kayla down toward Jenny's own sex. As Kayla watched intently, Jenny swiped Michael's rigid cock through her slit, positioned herself above his upright cock, and began a slow descent. Soon Michael was buried completely inside Jenny. Kayla's face revealed the wonder she felt.

Jenny edged Kayla back, then she and Stacy leaned forward into an embrace. Jenny drew Kayla into the embrace. They shared a three-way kiss while they caressed and pinched each other's tits. Jenny's bouncing on Michael's cock sped faster and faster. Stacy was obviously getting her money's worth of pussy lashing. When Jenny felt Michael let go deep within her, she keened her orgasm, followed almost immediately by Stacy's own orgasm. Soon, both stopped. Kayla looked at first one and then the other.

"Watch, Kayla," said Jenny as she lifted herself off Michael's still rampant cock. She put her hand over her pussy, holding Michael's spend inside her. "Trade places with me, Stacy."

Jenny straddled Michael's mouth. Stacy positioned herself over Michael's crotch. "Watch, Kayla," Jenny said again as she pulled Kayla down toward her crotch. Jenny withdrew her hand and Michael's mouth was filled with his goo. He didn't flinch a bit. Rather, he seemed to relish his treat. After swallowing, he began his attack on her pussy.

Kayla turned her attention to Stacy's pussy. As Jenny had done, she swiped Michael's cock through her slit a few times, aligned herself and slowly sank down. When Michael was completely inside Stacy, Kayla surprised her by licking her clit vigorously.

Kayla sat upright, then joined Jenny and Stacy in a three-way embrace while Jenny and Stacy fucked themselves on Michael. Jenny pulled back and said, "Slow down, Stacy." Jenny herself redoubled her own efforts until an orgasm swept over her. As soon as she was able, she moved off Michael's face and urged Kayla to take her place. She did.

Kayla was so aroused that it didn't take long before a series of orgasms swept over her body. She had leaned in for her share of another three-way embrace. Stacy had just cum on Michael's tongue. It didn't take long before she was cumming again on his cock. She screamed. Michael blasted jet after jet into her womb.

Jenny guided Stacy to lie down beside Michael. She then nudged Kayla into position over Michael's amazingly still-hard cock.

As she had seen both Jenny and Stacy do it, she swiped Michael's cock through her slit. She started to align herself over Michael's cock when Jenny spoke. "Take it slowly, Kayla. Line up the head of his cock with your entrance. Push your hips forward, trying to press him into you. Do it several times, a bit harder in each time. You'll be a woman before you know it."

Kayla did just that. Her entrance stretched, and the head of his cock popped through. A little whine escaped her throat. The look of surprise on her face was total. She held herself stock-still.

"See," Stacy whispered. "It only stings, right?" Kayla nodded. "Keep still until the sting goes away and you get used to the feel of him inside you. Then start moving up and down, slowly and gently at first. You'll have him all the way inside you soon. Go faster and harder if you want to, when you want to."

Kayla began to rise and fall, slowly, until Michael was all the way in her and she was resting on his legs. A look of awe was on her face, a far-off look in her eyes.

"And now you are a woman, and my sister," whispered Stacy, a huge smile on her face. Kayla looked down at her life-long friend, smiling brightly. "One last thing: lift yourself up until he's almost out of you. Look down at yourself. We want you to see your own blood on Michael's cock." Kayla did as she was instructed.

"When you're ready, Kayla," said Jenny, "start to fuck yourself on Michael's cock. Slow or fast, soft or hard, whatever feels right to you."

Kayla did begin slowly, but she rapidly picked up the pace. Soon she was slamming herself down hard, pounding her pelvis onto Michael's. Stacy remained lying down. Jenny began to stroke Kayla's back. Kayla's peak suddenly overwhelmed her and she thrashed and quaked.

"Move her into the same position as you last night, Stacy," said Jenny. "You take Michael doggy-style and eat Michael's spend from Kayla. Remember, she'll be sensitive, so be gentle."

When the girls were in position, Michael slammed himself balls-deep into Stacy in one thrust. Stacy cried out in surprise and pleasure. Michael was working on his fourth orgasm in a very short time. He pounded into her for all he was worth. Stacy pulled away from Kayla's crotch to keen her orgasm over and over, but Michael kept up his attack.

Finally, exhausted, they wound down their marathon. Kisses, cuddling and murmured sweet nothings led them all to sleep.

The party was in full swing. Some of the jocks had a hot, noisy poker game under way. Most of the other tables were in use, card or board games being enjoyed. The Tripoli table seemed especially popular.

Elsewhere, the beer was flowing freely from the kegs. There were at least two drinking games under way, and it was plain that some of the participants were well on their way to a world-class hangover. The guys had enticed more than a few girls to compete, and some of them were quite drunk. The rapid rejection of excess poison was still rare, but it was clear that the restrooms would reek before long.

Ellen had been patrolling the entire place, especially areas with any semblance of privacy. She boldly entered both the men's and the women's rooms. She occasionally found couples in relatively tame embrace. She usually said nothing but made a show of closely observing the goings-on. Some couples broke it up and moved away when they sensed her presence. A few brazenly greeted her and promptly returned to their activities.

In the men's room, she saw under the door in one of the stalls a pair of feet pointed toward the toilet, as you would expect of a man standing using the toilet. But the urinal was unused, there was no sound of water hitting the toilet, and the stall door was latched. She quietly stepped into the next stall, stepped up onto the toilet seat and peered over the dividing wall. There, she found two boys, one standing on the toilet seat, the other with his mouth full of cock. She silently watched them until the boy on the seat looked up and saw her. He cried out, pushed the other boy away, and anxiously stuffed himself back into his pants. The boys, both frightened out of their wits, tried to race out of the room. Ellen intercepted them, calmed them down, and invited them to join her for a little discussion.

She made a point of seeing that they both had a beverage. They were quite young and seemed to have had their fill of alcohol for the night. They selected sodas. Ellen had her wineglass refreshed. They sat at a table at the edge of the room, one which afforded them a scant amount of privacy.

Both boys were nearly ready to panic. They looked one way and then another, afraid of the approach of some unknown doom. Tears ran down the cheeks of one boy. "First," said Ellen, "you are not in trouble. In fact, this may well be the luckiest day of your young lives."

That struck the boys a mighty blow. They looked at her, still plainly frightened, but now with wonder as well. "Second," she continued, "pull yourselves together, or someone will think something is wrong, and there is nothing wrong at this table." She sipped her wine, watching the boys collect themselves.

"I am more than a little sympathetic," she told them. "You have known me for nearly as long as you can remember. Although you do not mingle with adults a lot, have you ever seen me at a public event other than alone?" They thought about it and decided that they hadn't. "Most people are wired AC, and are attracted to those of the opposite sex. I am wired the same way as you. Well, I'm wired exactly opposite of you, but I think all three of us are wired DC." The boys flashed shock, but recovered quickly.

"Now that we understand each other, I think you would serve yourselves well by explaining your situation more than what I just observed. Eric, would you like to start, please?"

"We sort of found each other in Boy Scouts," he began. "We've been messing around with each other for about three years."

"Does anybody know about you?" she asked.

"NO!" both boys hissed. "At least, we don't think they know," added Steven. "We aren't adults, and we don't know how they think about what they see, but nobody has ever caught us."

"Until now," said Eric.

"But now you are adults, aren't you?" They shyly nodded. "And how have you been able to get together?" she asked.

"We sleep over at each other's house pretty often," said Steven. "If our moms suspect, they have never given us any hints."

"Have you done more than suck each other off?"

Both boys blushed, but nodded 'yes'.

"I shouldn't hold you in suspense any longer," she said. "I have a sufficiently high CAP score that I can take a number of people with me. Are either of you qualified to volunteer for the Confederacy?" They shook their heads 'no', heads down in shame.

"Let's connect the dots here. The women who will be extracted with me, and perhaps I myself, will need to be impregnated. For myself, that may be the only time I will be with a man. If you can perform that duty, then the rest of the time you can entertain yourselves. I have no interest in men. I hope to find other women who share my appetites, although if they come with me they will be in my bed whether they like it or not."

She let that thought hang for a while, then asked, "Are you interested?"

Neither boy hesitated at all. "Yes!" they both said happily.

"I want you to reserve final judgment until much closer to the extraction date. I want to reserve final judgment until much closer to the extraction date. I will say this: I can presently think of nothing that would cause me to change my mind. Is that all right with you?" Both boys nodded vigorously, smiling brightly.

"Until then," she continued, "if you have need of a private place to be together, then you might think about coming to visit me some time at my home." The boys were now grinning. "And I would expect you to be even more circumspect than you have been. I don't care how horny you might be tonight, this is not the place for that." She smiled broadly at them.

Bob had decided to attend the party partly as his duty to the community and to the kids, who would be beginning their Program on Monday. He also wanted to be attentive to Sandy, one of the youngest of the newly-minted adults. He certainly didn't want his daughter to suspect that he was there to keep a watchful eye on her, so he had nudged her off to join her friends and enjoy the party.

He found her later, sitting at a table playing Monopoly, a half-full glass of wine at her side. As he watched her, it was apparent that that wasn't her first glass of wine. She was happy and vivacious, but obviously more than a little drunk. She saw him standing there and smiled brightly. She was having a good time. She was safe, after a fashion. The drink wouldn't do any real harm, he reminded himself. He waved to her and moved on.

Ellen's rounds brought her to the room that would hold all the sleeping youngsters when they crashed later that night. There, she found a long lump under a blanket. The sounds and motions from under the blanket left no doubt of the activity beneath. Ellen casually ripped the blanket from over the now-exposed couple, near naked and united at their middles. "Did I mention you'd have an audience?" she said, chuckling. Both of the miscreants were very drunk; he was so drunk Ellen wondered how he had so obviously penetrated the girl. They smiled at her, showing no embarrassment or modesty. He didn't even stop pumping himself in and out of her. Ellen watched until they howled out their orgasms. Then she turned and left, shaking her head. At least, she thought, she had fitted the girl with an IUD earlier that day.

Mike had been heckled until he relented and joined in on the poker game. He was having a pretty good time, and the cards were being nice to him for a change. It was easier for him, as most of his opponents had already had too much to drink.

Across the table from Mike, and behind the seated players, a boy had what appeared to be his girlfriend on his lap. He seemed intent on sucking her lungs out, and she seemed to be enjoying it. She was glued to him, wiggling and writhing on his lap. When Mike looked a bit closer, he noticed that the boy's hand was deep under her skirt, and probably deep within her body. The couple sat in plain sight of nearly the entire room, oblivious to the show they were putting on.

Now more and more boys were unable to reach the rest room under their own power, and had to be helped. Jean made an appearance in the boys' room. As she entered, the stench of vomit was overpowering. She could hear at least two boys retching as they hugged the toilet. She pushed open a stall door and found a boy unconscious on the floor, vomit all over the stool and his clothes. She returned to the party, drafted two boys to help her, and supervised as the boys lifted up the victim and helped him out the door.

They half-supported, half-carried the poor young drunk to the room that had been designated for sleep. The kid was well beyond being able to find his own blanket. Jean pulled one of the furniture moving blankets from one pile, and a towel from another pile. The latter was rolled up to serve as a pillow, with the secondary attribute being its absorbency should there remain any liquid in the youngster's stomach. A number of wastebaskets had been stocked for the purpose of catching vomit. One was placed near the boy's head. They got him stretched out, covered, with a wastebasket nearby, and there they left him.

Ryan had re-connected with Sarah after he had had far more than a few beers. He was amorous, and he seemed to have six hands. His ardent kisses shielded his actions from her sight. Every time she successfully removed one hand from under her blouse, another hand seemed to appear up her skirt. Partiers passed them, oblivious to their activities. Some of them stopped to gawk, tittering at her seeming inability to successfully fend him off. Finally, she had had enough, and broke their embrace. His strident complaints quickly turned to name-calling. She decided he had touched her for the last time.

Still later, Bob and two other of the chaperones were helping the exhausted and very inebriated revelers to find their blankets and get settled down for the night. Many of the jocks got a radar lock on girls who were half-passed out, half-asleep or, better still, completely unconscious. They climbed under the blankets with the girls and gave free rein to their hands. Some of the girls were still at least enough in command of their senses to push away the boys. Bob realized that some of the other girls were defenseless. He cast about for a solution. Finally, he had one.

He walked slowly around the room. Wherever he found a lump under a blanket too large to be a single person, he summarily yanked off the blanket. When the boy objected, he came down on one knee and told the boy that, if the boy was feeling frisky, that he, Bob, would be most willing to put him in a lip lock. Unless the girl engaged with Bob, telling Bob that she wanted the boy's attention, Bob encouraged the boy to go get his own blanket and bed down elsewhere.

For many of the drunk, horny, arrogant jocks, these were fighting words.

Given the unlimited supply of free booze, and a party population laced with jocks, Bob had had an inkling that something like that might happen. Earlier in the day, he had stopped in at the hardware store and purchased a bag of fine sand. Kathy had been nice enough to make him a flat bag out of denim, about three inches across and about sixteen inches long. He insisted that the bag be stitched with flat felled seams. He had filled the bag with sand and had it stitched closed.

Bob took care to allow the boy the first swing. He also took care to conceal the sap until it was too late. It only took one swing with Bob's sap, and the boy was out of the fight. He didn't even break the boy's skin, thin as it was at the scalp. He squared off with a boy twice, laid out the boy twice, and that was the end of it. The rest of the boys got the message, loud and clear.

* * * *

By three o'clock in the morning, almost all of the partiers had sought their blankets and bedded themselves down for the night. Jean and Mike rounded up the other chaperones and sent them to bed. If the others would pair off and take two-hour shifts later, Jean and Mike would remain on duty for the next hour, driving the last of the partiers to their blankets. That was agreeable to all. Bob and Ellen were scheduled to be next on duty, so they'd only be getting one hour's sleep. Bob gave his sap to Mike and explained its use, and how truly dangerous it was.

Bob settled himself under his blanket. He heard quiet moans and murmurs, unmistakable sounds of genes being transferred. He was amazed at the stamina of some of the round-heeled girls. Then he felt someone spoon up against his back. "I wasn't expecting company," he whispered.

"I was cold," Sandy whispered back and, after a pause, "and lonesome."

"I'm a married man," he chuckled. "No hanky-panky for me." He turned and drew her into a hug. "I hope you had a fun time, Sweetheart."

"I did, Dad." She spoke into his chest, her words muffled. She freed her face and looked at him. "Have I ever told you that I love the way you smell?"

"What?" he feigned indignation. "Are you saying I smell?"

"No, Dad," she quietly giggled. "I love your scent. Did you know I used to take one of your shirts to bed with me, so I could smell you near me all night?" Words failed him. A rush of love swept over him. He hugged her close to him. They fell asleep.