Chapter 12

3 Section 50 -- Godwin orgy

Rob and Allison were stretched out on the bed, taking in each other's visage, gently kissing and whispering endearments to each other. They completely ignored the mass of spectators, all vying for comfortable positions on the fifty-yard line. Beth, last to arrive, had parked the lubricant and washrag on the headboard before climbing up in front of Diane, whose arms quickly encircled her sister.

The twins shrieked when Martin walked in, followed by Jack. "They said yes! They said yes!" they chanted loudly. "Please, please, please!"

Martin adopted a mischievous expression, his arms akimbo. "You know, I hear the head guy around here can be bribed." The twins were nonplussed. The rest howled with laughter. Even Rob and Allison chuckled. Jack had climbed onto the bed and accepted Sandy's invitation to sit behind her. She wrapped his arms around herself, planting his hands on her breasts.

"What kind of bribe?" asked a credulous Emma.

"Well, whaddya got?"

This was too much for Rob and Allison. They disentangled themselves so they could watch the exchange.

"We've got our bodies," Emma said coyly.

"He's already got those," chuckled Martin. The family barked laughter. Emma's coy expression disappeared into surprise.

"He could have our eternal thanks," put in Erin.

"Well," countered Martin, "that and a dollar'll buy a cuppa coffee."

Emma didn't understand. "How much is a cup of coffee anyway?"

"A dollar," smirked Martin.

Both girls scowled. "Hey, I thought teenagers were tough negotiators," smiled Martin. "Isn't this about whether or not you are teenagers?" The twins brightened at that.

"How much are you going to torture us before you give in?" asked Erin.

"Is this torture? Who said anything about me giving in? I thought we were just negotiating."

"Okay," Erin sighed dramatically. "We will give you our CHEERFUL obedience forever. Wait, wait, wait. I know. You already have our obedience. You really do. What we offer is our immediate, unhesitating, no arguing, cheerful obedience, for always. If we balk, the magic word is 'cheerful.' Is that enough?"

Martin looked at them, one and then the other, back and forth, a stern expression on his face. "AI," Martin solemnly spoke, "please exempt Erin and Emma and deem them to be thirteen years old, with all of the rights and responsibilities that age entails."

"Acknowledged," intoned the AI.

The twins shrieked and wailed their joy. It was amazing how high, how loud and how long they could shriek. They bounded off the bed and wrapped Martin in a group hug. They groped his cock as they alternated kissing him, each kiss more expressive than the last. They let go of Martin and turned to join Allison and Rob.

"Uh, uh uh," said a smiling Beth, wagging her finger. "You'll have to stand in line if you want to play slap-and-tickle with either of those two. Why don't you go give your first-ever blowjob to Jack? Sandy might even give you a few pointers. When you're done with his cock, make sure he's hard. She might shove it up her bung hole."

"Take the lube with you," added Diane. "Let her show you how it's applied and how to prepare an ass to be fucked. See if you can get her off with your fingers."

"One of you do that," said Martin. "The other one, come over here. I want 'squirt' up my nose. I want to be the first except yourselves to get you off."

The twins looked at each other. Then, in the way twins silently communicate, Emma headed for Jack and Erin joined Martin.

"Roooob," said Martin, "how you going to show her you can fuck her all night if you don't shove it in? But you can't fuck her all night. I'm next. I get sloppy seconds."

Emma and Sandy were about to do every nasty thing to Jack except fuck him. Allison and Rob were the main event, but they seemed in no hurry to begin their performance in spite of the copious fluids emanating from their crotches. Diane's arms wrapped around Beth had sagged and now Diane's two fingers were drilling for oil in a hole deep in Beth's body. Erin was about to get an explosive orgasm on Martin's tongue. For the nonce, Sarah and Laura were left out.

Sarah crawled across the bed on hands and knees until she reached Laura, who was away by herself. "May I sit here?" Laura nodded. "Where?"

"Would you sit behind me and let me lean against you?" asked Laura. "I can't find a position that doesn't hurt my back."

So that is what Sarah did. Feet out, knees up and spread wide, Sarah touched Laura's elbows, coaxing her to lean back. Laura wound up with her head just under Sarah's left shoulder. Laura collected Sarah's arms and draped them across her belly. She put her own arms atop Sarah's thighs, her hands on Sarah's knees.

"You don't know how thankful I am for the pregnant rule. I've been a cum dump -- that's what he called me: a cum dump --for so long that I've come to expect it. It feels empowering to be able to control my own body."

"As Martin told you," Sarah said, her hands now gently caressing Laura's tummy, "you're just the first pregnant woman who benefits from the rule. I don't think any of the rest of us had it as hard as you. Still, for every pregnant woman I've ever known, including myself, there are times when just being touched was almost unbearable. To be forced to have sex then would be inhuman. Other times, you just need the warmth and comfort of a loving touch."

"I didn't know things could be any different than I had with Kevin. I thought I'd be a wreck without him. Instead, I feel like I'm flowering. Martin is just the opposite of Kevin. I don't know about Jack and Rob yet. I love the rule. I just don't know if anyone, man or woman, can abide by the rule when they're in heat."

Laura had brought Sarah's hands up and placed them on her breasts. Sarah languidly hefted them, gently caressed them, and explored the areolae and nipples with her fingertips.

"Thank you for doing that," breathed Laura. "My boobs haven't had much attention lately. They weren't even good handles. He just used my hips. 'Slam, bam', but no 'thank you ma'am'."

"That's awful," sighed Sarah. "You'll soon find to your dismay that the baby's suck makes the nipples tender. That's another reason that having more than one nursing mother would help. You would do yourself a great favor if you invited some of us to suck, to get them a little toughened up. Not right now...."

They sat in silence, watching the sexual gymnastics going on all around them. Rob had commenced the main event, and Allison was on her way to getting more sex at once than she'd had if she totaled together every night for a year. They were quiet, except for an occasional squeak or grunt, until her first orgasm swept over her. She whined and wailed. She evidently squirted in some quantity but Rob's body kept the liquid close by. Rob kept pumping away, grinning like an idiot, so proud he'd given her her first orgasm since their honeymoon. Many more orgasms followed.

When Allison recovered her senses, she held Rob's ass cheeks and stilled his attack. "That was wonderful, Rob," she positively glowed while watching his eyes. "Do that to me again tomorrow. Tonight, your dance card is full. I think my sisters the twins each have a cherry for you to take."

Emma was well into her first blowjob ever, coached by Sandy. Jack had tried to turn the blowjob into a '69' so he could pleasure Emma at the same time. Sandy nixed that, pointing out that a rookie should try one thing at a time. Sandy also declined to sit on Jack's face, citing the same reason. She did not object to him using his fingers on her pussy, nor tormenting her sphincter by refusing to enter it. She reciprocated by kissing him, licking and nibbling his ears and whispering the most filthy things she knew.

Emma was having the time of her life. All the cock that had been tantalizingly close was now -- literally -- within her grasp. Jack's rod was all that she had dreamed of and more: hard as steel, yet soft at the same time. It reminded her of a living thing; hot, pulsing and throbbing, oozing precious liquid from its tip. Jack praised and encouraged her, caressing her face and everything else he could reach. She loved the words, but she treasured the involuntary shakes and spasms, grunts and hisses that sang out Jack's ecstasy that SHE was delivering. She tried to vary her methods, licking the length of his shaft, then taking as much of him as she could into her mouth, then licking and sucking on his balls. She was beginning to hope he would flood her mouth soon -- her jaw was getting sore. She wanted him to cum before her strumming her own clit took her over the edge.

Rob crawled over and came quite close to her, still wearing his shit-eating grin. "I popped her cork, Sweetie. She gushed all over us. Did you hear her go off? She asked me to stop and I was still hard!"

Shock and fear instinctively coursed through her. She could not get her head around the absurdity of her father babbling gaily while he watched her suck dick. Unable to respond while her mouth was full of Jack's cock, she patted his hand and winked.

"Do you know what a snowball is?" he asked her. She shook her head as best she could. "That's where you keep all his jizz in your mouth. First you show him your treasure. Then you french kiss as many people as you can, passing a bit of your treasure to each one." Emma was shocked. How perverse! She was strangely excited by the thought.

"He's right," giggled Sandy. "Kiss me first after you show Jack, will you? I'll help you share the wealth. Be sure to kiss your twin."

The idea of a snowball was too much for Jack. He roared his orgasm as he blasted his seed into her mouth. Emma was so surprised that she instinctively recoiled. Her own orgasm flooded through her body. She was able to recover quickly enough to keep the tip of his shaft between her lips. It was all she could do to prevent very much of the hot white stuff from leaking out of her mouth.

When his orgasm subsided, she wanted to suck every last bit out of and off of his cock. She could not quite figure out how to do that with a mouth already full of jizz. After a couple attempts where she left as much as she collected, she gave up.

Straightening her back and kneeling before Jack, she proudly displayed the pool of white in her mouth. To her surprise, Jack licked around her mouth and chin while he thanked her profusely and praised her budding skill.

Sandy wasted no time capturing Emma's face in her cupped hands. Eyes twinkling and smiling brilliantly, she heaped her own praise on the youngest woman -- almost woman -- in the family. Sandy's kiss was soft and chaste and loving, but it did not take long for the kiss to escalate into a tonsil hockey match. Sandy broke the kiss after capturing at least her share of treasure. With a titter, she turned away in search of a victim.

After a very satisfying bonk with Rob, Allison had languished in the middle of the bed, watching Diane over Beth in a '69'. She had actually scooted over, hoping to learn some technique. She raised herself onto an elbow and beckoned Emma to her. Allison's face shone with pride and joy and love. "Will you share with your old... sister?" Emma giggled and complied. A tender kiss was delivered with only enough tongue to pass a share of Jack's seed. Allison held Emma's face close to hers and, eyes twinkling, she said, "You are blossoming into a wanton slut, Emma. Welcome to the club!" Emma almost spilled while she suppressed a laugh.

As Emma had gone to work on Jack, Martin had climbed onto the bed, laid Erin out before him, and proceeded to kiss every part of her face while he whispered sweet nothings to her. Now kissing and licking, he proceeded around to her ears, then down her neck, across her shoulders, down and across her chest above her developing breasts and finally around and around her breasts, each circle smaller than the last.

When he reached her nipple, he took it in his teeth, captured her eyes with his own and pulled the nipple away from her body. She hissed her surprise and pleasure. He moved directly to the other nipple and did the same thing. He sucked the entire areola into his mouth and lashed it with his tongue. He did the same on the other side. By now Erin was unable to lay still, her hips moving back and forth, trying to find some friction.

Mercifully, Martin began his journey down Erin's abdomen, around and then through her still-growing bush and around both sides of her aching clit. Then he began his attack in earnest.

The twins had pleasured each other many times in the past. But every episode was illicit, and speed was paramount. Skill and finesse were not part of those events. It had not occurred to them that pleasure could be enhanced by stretching the time to achieve orgasm.

Martin had devoted years of study and practice to his art. He skillfully brought her up and down the ladder of lust. Time after time, he brought Erin near but never quite over, the top. Erin expressed her increasing agony with squeaks, and whimpers, and gasps.

How did he know? How could he bring her so close to the edge and then stop? Why would he not let her finger her ass? How could he know how to torture her so much, so long, so many times?

She waited until she was almost there before attacking her own budding breasts, mauling them, pulling and twisting her nipples, desperate for that little extra that would bring her to orgasm. He knew! He knew how much more she would get from her breast play, and she STILL could not get over the edge.

"Pleeeaassee," she screeched. "Please, please, please! No more! Please let me cum!"

And so he did. When her orgasm arrived, it was as though she was being electrocuted. She screamed like a banshee, a long, shrill, heart-stopping wail. She flopped and flailed, head lolling back and forth. Great gouts of girl cum squirted powerfully from her body.

And then she was still.

Martin set about gently cleaning up some of the enormous mess that he was responsible for. He kept up with long, slow, gentle licks until Allison scooted over to cuddle her... sister. She looked lovingly at Martin. "Thank you," she whispered. "She will never forget her first encounter with you. That was wonderful. That was awful. I didn't know you could be so cruel!" Her face glowed. Martin moved up and they kissed, a long but soft kiss with nibbles of each other's lips.

Emma finished delivering her snowball to Martin and then cuddled up on the other side of her still-unconscious twin. Allison caressed both Diane and Beth, still loving each other next door.

While she lashed away at Diane's pussy, Beth used hand signals to bring Martin close. More hand signals were finally able to convey what she wanted. With a sparkling smile, Martin got himself in position and, in a single slow but steady stroke, slid his cock to the hilt in Diane's pussy.

"I think she likes it," Martin said softly as her body spasmed in orgasm. "Diane, they boosted your Kegel muscles a lot. You're clamped down on me so hard, I can't move." When she did relax, he resumed his thrusts in a firm but not frantic pattern. To his surprise, she had another powerful orgasm and, shortly after that, still another.

"Not fair," Diane squeaked between licks. "Cock or tongue." More licks. "Both at once..." more licking "... not fair." She wailed through a very long, powerful orgasm.

"Momentum," Sarah said softly. "Each orgasm comes sooner than the last. Rather like tug-of-war. My older sister on the bottom over there has advanced from novice to expert in only a couple of days. She's keeping up the sexual tension without touching the overly-sensitive parts."

Diane had been quiet though uncounted orgasms. Now she fairly sang her pleasure as she fell away from her attackers, thrashing and quaking through a very long and powerful orgasm.

Sandy had grabbed the lubricant before scooting over near Sarah and Laura, still sitting together. "I'm about to deliver 'Sodomy 101' to young Jack. Would you mind lubing me up?"

"Well, I will if you want me to," answered Sarah as Laura wordlessly placed a gob of lubricant on the shelf of her tummy. "It seems to me that preparation is the most important skill. The better you're prepared, the less he has to be cautious when he enters you. He can't throw caution to the wind, but it will be easier for him not to hurt you. I suggest you teach him, rather than having it done for him."

With a nod, Sandy turned back to Jack. He gave a doubtful smile but nodded his head. Sandy pulled him in for a soulful kiss while she guided his hand to her breast. Finally, she pulled away and looked in his face with sparkling eyes. "I'm not going to butt-fuck you, not tonight anyway. But I am going to prepare your ass as though I would. You can feel what it's like and know what you're doing to me when it's my turn. Remember: whatever I do to you, you can and should do to me. Don't worry. Don't flinch."

She delivered another fiery kiss and then guided him away from her, on his elbows and knees. She had him put his cheek on the bed and relax his arms. She positioned herself on her knees between his legs and began softly to caress his ass cheeks, squeezing and gently pulling them apart. "You can make the foreplay last a long time," she breathed, "by kissing, licking and caressing the inner thighs and all over the ass. Right now, I'm insanely horny and I want you inside me, so I'm going to speed this part up."

With that, she kissed one cheek and then the other. Her tongue directly on his sphincter made him quake. "Don't flinch," she giggled. "This is virgin territory for you, I know. You're going to like this a whole lot, I promise." She blew on his sphincter and it was evident that he had to resist recoiling.

As she resumed her oral attack on his crack and sphincter, he breathed, "I never knew... that feels incredible!" She began in earnest to enter his sphincter with the tip of her tongue. She had to spank him a couple of times to get him to relax. Finally, she made good progress.

Almost seamlessly, she withdrew her tongue and gently pressed her well-lubricated index finger deep inside him. She reached beneath him with her other hand and began to caress his straining cock. "Hey, Mikey!" she giggled, "I think he likes it!"

She withdrew her index finger, collected another gob of lubricant and returned, applying the lube just around and within his sphincter. Her index finger re-entered him. She began slowly sawing in and out, applying lateral pressure in a different area of his ring each time. Jack did not at first notice when Sandy's second finger was added.

"Feels pretty good, eh?" Sandy whispered. Jack groaned and nodded languidly, his eyes closed. "Feel how I'm stretching your anal ring?" He nodded. "You get the abbreviated lesson tonight. You'll have to find out for yourself how much is enough. Too much is a waste of time, although it feels really good for the recipient. Not enough and you'll have trouble getting your cock in, and she'll feel pain."

With that, she gave a squeeze to his cock and a slap to his ass as she withdrew her fingers. "My turn," she chirped. She drew him to her and delivered another scorching kiss. She handed him the lubricant, turned away from him and assumed the same position as he had.

"You can extend the preparation play another time," she chuckled. "In three minutes, your cock better be buried to the hilt in my ass."

He followed the steps she had taken on him, a little more hesitantly, a little less smoothly, but he got the job done. Sandy praised and encouraged him the whole way. He entered her and slowly, carefully sawed in and out until he was completely within her.

When he first entered Sandy, Sarah, her arms still protectively surrounding Laura, took up a running dialog. "I'll tell you, Jack, Sandy knows there's no act as filthy as sodomy." Sandy quivered, moaned and squeaked as he found a rhythm. "Sandy loves being ass fucked. It makes her feel deliciously foul, filthy, cheap and dirty. She knows that only cheap street-corner hookers let their Johns -- their Jacks -- fuck them in the ass. It's humiliating for her, and she loves it. She has the most powerful orgasms when she feels a man blast his burning hot load deep inside her bowels. After she dresses, she floods her panties with her nectar when she walks around, knowing that the stuff oozing from her ass hole is man juice mixed with her own shit. Sometimes she pulls on just her dress and sits down until the wet spot's big enough. Then she goes about her business. She knows everyone will know what it is. She knows everyone will know she's a whore. She fantasizes about ripping off her panties and walking around with shit-flecked jizz dripping down her legs and onto the floor."

Sarah looked up to see Emma sitting on Allison's face while Erin's mouth was locked onto Allison's pussy. Allison's squeaks and moans were muffled under Emma's body. Emma added her own sound effects as Allison's efforts bore fruit.

Meanwhile, Laura captured Sarah's hand, put her index finger into the gob of lube on her tummy, and brought it down onto her clit. Sarah, not missing a beat of her rambling monolog, gave Laura a loving squeeze with her other arm while she began to slowly, gently caress Laura's pussy. "Not none," Laura whispered, "but not too much. Cruise control." Sarah squeezed Laura again.

"She's torn," Sarah continued. "She needs your spunk fired deep within her, but she also desperately wants you to pull your cock out of her ass and jam it down her throat. She wants to swallow your fiery jizz that's contaminated with her own shit."

Sandy clasped Jack's hands at her hips, preventing him letting go as she collapsed into a shrieking, screaming, thrashing orgasm. "More!" she was finally able to say. "Fuck me more! Harder! Faster! More!!"

Sarah had to raise her voice over Sandy's continuous wailing. "She can hardly wait to suck loads of shit filled jizz from one twin's ass after the other." Sandy was now flailing so much that Jack could barely hold on. With a tremendous roar, he loosed his hot load into her. He held on tight, his cock buried as deeply within her as he could. Sandy's thrashing slowed and stopped.

"I needed that soooo bad," she hissed. "My god, Jack, that was wonderful! Allison, it's so good, those ass-virgin twins might die of a heart attack!" Everyone laughed.

Despite her languor, as soon as Sandy felt Jack's softening cock flop out of her, she spun around and sucked his cock into her mouth. Looking lovingly into his eyes, she said, "Did you notice..." and she ran his cock in and out of her mouth, "that I wasn't..." Another suck, "a motor-mouth when..." Another suck to his now-re-hardening cock, "my sister..." a lollypop lick from base to the piss hole, "spewed the most filthy lies...." His cock passed into her throat and back. "Filth!" she cried, her shining eyes locked onto Jack's, "Lies! She helped you get me a totally awesome, powerful orgasm. Thank you so much, Jack!"

"This isn't a sprint," smiled Martin. "This isn't even a marathon. It's okay to fall asleep in the middle of our orgy. Nobody set the end time. If we aren't finished in the morning, we can continue. In fact, we probably will continue, for days and days if not forever. We have pretty much nothing to do for a month except gel into a family. What if you've been sponsored into a perpetual orgy?" Everyone laughed.

"Does that mean you won't fuck me now?" asked Allison, an evil grin on her face. More laughter.

"You, my pretty," and he tried his best for his own evil grin, "shall receive my undivided attention -- and my rigid dick -- as soon as this interlude is ended." Turning back to the group, he said, "I think a bit of R & R is in order. You should fortify yourselves against the strenuous efforts still before you. Order nourishment and libations through your AI connections. The twins just volunteered to deliver same from the kitchen."

The twins cheerfully bounced off the bed and out of the room. Beth motioned Jack to her, washrag in hand. He arrived and, after a prim kiss that quickly became fiery, she gently but thoroughly washed him, front and back. True to form for a fifteen-year-old, he got hard again in the process. She had to work hard to stifle a laugh: his expression, his entire demeanor said he was completely stunned, nearly stupefied by the enormity of his good fortune, far, far beyond even his wildest, kinkiest fantasies.

While Martin spoke, she coaxed Jack onto his back. When she inhaled most of his cock, he made to sit up in surprise. With one finger on his lips, she calmed him and got him back down again. When she was satisfied that his cock was sufficiently wet, she straddled his thighs and impaled herself in one thrust.

"I thought the whistle blew when I called time out," chuckled Martin. "What are you up to?"

"I'm multi-tasking," Beth declaimed. They roared in laughter. She had to raise her voice to continue, "You have a great deal of my somewhat divided attention. Our assignment for the night was to exhaust his balls before exhaustion overwhelms his mind and body. Three orgasms is a long way from eight." Looking down at Jack with a sly smile and a gleam in her eyes, she said, "So I'm taking two in a row. Jack's going to learn how to stay hard through and after his orgasm."

"A laudable endeavor," chuckled Martin. "AI, I'm afraid poor Jack is incapacitated and unable to place his own order. Please choose for him."

"Acknowledged."

"For the rest of you, I want to take up two serious issues while your minds are sex-addled." Beth began a slow, slow steady rhythm. She leaned forward and kissed Jack, eyes open and locked on his. She closed her eyes as she began to lick and nibble his lips.

"The issues I have in mind," Martin continued, "are the gender proportion of the twins each of you will deliver, and the timing and order of pregnancies. We can take up either one that strikes your fancy."

Martin then crawled over and lay on his side close behind Allison. Head propped on his arm, he tugged her close to him as he spoke, otherwise completely ignoring her. It was as if he had pulled his cat into his lap during a serious conversation. She realized that he could do that to her because he owned her. That realization was oddly comforting and surprisingly arousing. A small spasm ran through her as she lay there, almost purring. Her owner....

"I suggest the gender issue first," said Beth as she replaced her tongue with a nipple in Jack's mouth -- barely. She withdrew and advanced languidly, teasing Jack.

"May I speak first?" asked Sarah. There were murmurs of agreement. "This entire episode borders on bizarre," she chuckled. "We're having a serious conversation while my former you-know-what is getting her pipes cleaned. I'm talking to all of you while I'm jilling Laura." Laura recoiled and blushed crimson. She didn't have far to move, cocooned as she was in Sarah's embrace. They all laughed as the twins happily returned with food and beverage.

"Here we have food and drinks," said Rob. "It's like a dog chasing a car: what does it do when it catches it?"

"O ye of little faith," intoned the AI as small firm surfaces began to rise from the surface of the bed. "If a glass is overturned, fear not. It will be cleaned almost immediately. You will have to go get a replacement yourself."

"I'm liking this Confederacy thing more and more," laughed Sandy.

When the twins had finished beverage distribution, Sarah said, "Back to Martin's important topic at hand. I feel rejuvenated and ready to apply my razor-sharp mind to the issue."

"That's because there's no jizz in you yet," charged Sandy to howls of laughter.

"I think," smirked Martin, "that you guys are having entirely too much fun. Sex slaves are supposed to be oppressed and maltreated. I fear I have been grossly derelict. The way it's going, I'm distressed at the prospect that this will turn into a happy, healthy home for us and our multitudinous children." More laughter.

"Enough!" squeaked Beth. "I can't orgasm while I laugh!"

When the laughter subsided, Sarah continued. "To me, the two main elements of the diaspora are growing as many warriors as possible, as soon as possible. The other is growing enough humans to survive as a race."

"It's frightening to consider that the extinction of the human race is entirely possible," observed Diane. "It makes me incredibly horny." She could hardly finish her repartee before she laughed uncontrollably.

"Stop it!" Laura cried. "I'm laughing so much, my sides hurt!"

"Okay, okay, okay," said Sarah, still trying to bring her own laughter under control. "Let's sober up with the thought that it is conventional wisdom that the CAP test discriminates against women. Let's consider whether that fact provides us with an advantage or a disadvantage."

Jack moaned and groaned through his orgasm. Beth cooed and whispered to him, her hips moving gently, trying to keep him hard. She kissed and licked his lips, occasionally kissing him deeply.

"Martin's children will have the natural advantage of whatever attributes are genetic," Diane pointed out.

"Ladies and gentlemen," said Beth, "Jack did it. He's still hard and I get a twofer. As for babies, we can teach to the test, if you will, now that we know the levels on which the CAP test exists. If we want all of our children, boys and girls, to be qualified to volunteer, we'll devote ourselves to that end. I'm confident that our children will score significantly higher than the norm."

"If that's Beth's sex-addled brain, I can only imagine how sharp she must be in the daytime," said Laura.

"It seems to me," said Diane, "that the extension of Beth's argument is that our girls and boys will both be likely to qualify. Boys give babies a jump-start, but they're proudly made by the girls. Look at us: three men and eight women. We should make more girls than boys."

Beth's orgasm was louder than before.

Martin had been using his position behind Allison to good advantage. Studiously ignoring her, he let his free hand roam everywhere above her pubes. His touch was mostly feather soft, and it was driving Allison crazy. His fingers' peregrinations occasionally brought them to the very tip of her less-generous-but-firm-and-shapely breasts, where he alternated between gently scratching right across the nipple with very brief but sharp pinches. She did not have to say that she liked what he was doing. Her body told him loud and clear.

"What should be the ratio?" asked Laura.

"If half of us have a girl and a boy," said Emma, "and half of us have two girls, then the ratio would be three girls to one boy."

Beth quaked and squeaked through yet another powerful orgasm.

"AI," said Martin, "do you have anything to add to this discussion?"

"There are not yet any children born in the diaspora who have reached adulthood," the AI told them. "Your CAP score is very high. None of your concubines has a particularly low CAP score. Concubine Jack has a very good chance of qualifying to volunteer in the future. All of the children in this family unit have good prospects."

Laura silently spasmed through her orgasm. "Thank you, Sarah," whispered Laura, "I really needed that. So much better than do-it-yourself. Stop now and feel how much an orgasm affects the baby."

"Look at it from the other side," said Diane. "If we make a lot of boys, and they don't qualify, what have we got? If our girls don't qualify, they can do what we're doing, saving the race by popping out babies lickity-split. But let's plan on the girls all qualifying. They can volunteer and make babies, too."

"I'm persuaded that we've landed more or less where we should be on this," said Martin, "unless we change our minds. I won't worry about the future until the future arrives. I hope you'll think about it. We should discuss it again in a day or so to see how you feel about it."

Jack roared his second orgasm, blasting his spend toward Beth's womb. Beth collapsed onto his chest before rolling off to his side. She cuddled with him and they spent some time in their own little world, gently kissing and talking quietly.

Erin said, "How will you decide whether the girl/girl twins will be identical? Won't we have any identical twin boys? You can't with a girl/boy pregnancy."

"That's a good point," said Sarah. "We can trade and get identical twins, if we want to. I'll get two girls and Sandy'll get two boys, for example."

"I think we've made very good progress on this issue," said Martin. "On the other issue, I hereby delegate to the producers the decisions about the length of time between deliveries, when the first of you should become pregnant, the order in which you get pregnant, and the gender of the offspring."

While the twins cleared away the detritus of the snacks, Beth crawled over to Sarah and Laura. "I'm wasted and I need a rest. Laura, would you let me be your chair back? I promise not to touch you without permission. Sarah's got a lot of catching up to do." Laura agreed. Sarah untangled herself and moved away. Beth assumed the same position, pointedly keeping her hands to herself.

"I'm not a porcelain doll," Laura snickered as she wrapped Beth's arms around her belly. "Kiss me right here," she said and pointed at her neck. Beth obliged. "Ooh, like that. You can keep that up as long as you like, if you keep it low key. Hold my tummy if you like."

Sandy stretched out beside Beth and Laura. She had a good view of all the events. It was not long before Beth saw that Sandy had fallen asleep.

"Laura, would you mind if you and I talk in private? Right here where we sit, but with the sound screened out, both ways." Laura nodded. "AI?" asked Beth.

"Acknowledged," said the AI quietly. The sound screen is now in effect."

"You know I'm jealous of you," Beth said softly as she gently kissed and nibbled her neck.

"Jealous of me?!?"

Beth snickered. "If I was big pregnant instead of you, I'd pirouette around the room, singing, 'na, na, na, na, na' to Allison, Sarah and Sandy. They're jealous of you, too."

Laura was gobsmacked. She sat in silence, rubbing her hand over Beth's hand on her tummy. "Then I'm not the charity case in the family?"

"My massa, he din't take on no cripples, no siree. Ain't none o' dem girls over yonder gonna let you skate. In fack, when dem girls want cock, dey jus' crook d'er finger and point at d'er twat. You, you want dick, you gotta as' fer it, right out loud. 'Oh daddy! I gotta itch way up dere I can't reach! Would you scratch it fo' me, please?'"

Laura was trying very hard to stifle her peals of laughter, bouncing up and down, back and forth on the bed, hand cupped over her mouth, tears running down her shining face. "Please!" she hissed with glee. "Stop it! Stop it!" Laura's mirth was infectious. Beth could not help joining in.

"So I'm just one of the guys?" asked Laura, still chuckling. Beth nodded, unwilling to risk talking lest she burst out laughing again. Laura pressed one of Beth's hands into her breast and the other around her tummy. "Aww, I was just warming up my Brat routine. I got me a pedestal though. I climbed right up top. I think I'll hang on for dear life before I climb back down. Think that's okay?" A smiling Beth nodded and kissed Laura's neck. "Maybe I'll pirouette around the room singing, 'na, na, na, na, na' to see if you're right. If you are, I'll give them all hugs."

"There's more," said Beth soberly. "I need your help. The twins of course are virgins. Their bodies are still growing and filling out. They're just trying to imagine having tits. They don't have a firm grasp on what it would mean to be pregnant. They'll be fine.

"Diane was Martin's trophy wife. I'm sure you've seen trophy wives. You've seen Diane in your office. It will take you a long time to fully understand what it means to be a trophy wife.

"The Earthly Diane had the finest body she could buy or earn. I'm sure she spent a great deal of time in her home gym, at the beauty salon and the manicure place and at the finest clothing stores. Yeah, yeah, you should have it so tough. She was closer to being a living Barbie Doll than you are to being a porcelain doll. Being a living Barbie Doll isn't all it's cracked up to be. The point is, she had a fit, tight, beautiful body and she devoted a great deal of her mentality making sure that it stayed that way.

"Now, she knows she has to have babies. She's actually in worse shape than you are. You already are ballooned up and, in your own mind, unattractive in the extreme. Now you've learned that that's not true, but still....

"For Diane, that's in the future, the pretty near future. Instead of being a charming socialite and a fuck bunny, she's going to become a walrus. That frightens her more than death itself. I'm proud of her for being able to hold herself together this well.

"That's where I need you to help her. Diane is fast becoming my good and great friend, my lover, my mate. I ask you now to make a conscious effort to become my good friend, and Diane's good friend. I can help you get closer to Diane. She can help you get closer to me. My own girls are already my buddies so, if we're not careful, Allison and the twins will be left out. I don't want that. Martin won't have that. I'll have this same conversation with Allison. We'll all work together to become sisters closer than Earthbound sisters ever thought of being. Okay?" Laura nodded.

"I know I have you paying attention to me and you have to ignore the live porn show right in front of us. There's one more thing before you end your first day in your new family.

"We are only beginning to understand how hard you had it with Kevin. You are free of him now. You are in what is fast becoming a loving, compassionate family. We know that your emotions, especially your negative emotions, were suppressed for quite some time. Now you are much like a soda bottle that Kevin has shaken up and from which we must take the lid off."

"But I'm...." protested Laura.

"Wait, Laura," said Beth. "Wait until I'm done and then you can deny it if you must. Laura, during this pregnancy, have you felt extremely horny?" Laura nodded. "Have you felt revolted at the thought of sex?" A nod. "Have you sometimes been unable to stop crying?" A nod. "And sometimes euphoric? Impossibly happy?" A nod. "Have you felt a deep need to be cuddled?" A nod. "Have you prayed not to be touched at all?" A nod.

"Laura, during this pregnancy, have you been enraged? I don't mean just mad. I mean plate-throwing, face-scratching, table-tipping rage?"

Laura was silent.

"Laura, when you're pregnant, you get the entire palette of emotions. Which feelings do you suppose are bottled up?"

Silence. Tears ran steadily down Laura's cheeks. Beth hugged her from behind as they sat together.

"You think maybe they're not in there? That you've controlled them, defeated them?" Laura shook her head.

"Laura, most of the time, the family will be impossibly good for you. Laura Godwin, sex slave, powerless and vulnerable, will be far more free than she has ever been. Far more. No more being too young, too little. No more mean moms curbing your teenage mischief. No teachers, no homework, no boss. No housework, to speak of! Yes children, many children. As long as we work together to keep the children healthy and happy, you can do whatever you want.

"But that rage will erupt, make no mistake. When it does, the No Touch Rule will not be repealed. No one will touch you without your leave. But we can surround you. We will corral you into a safe place, a safe place for you and your baby, and a safe place to release your emotions. Because you're home now, Laura. You're safe." Laura sobbed, at first quietly but then a full-throated complete breakdown, her sobs wracking her entire body, her arms clinging tightly to Beth.

The sound screen was clear on Beth's side but translucent on the other. The other members of the family were happy to give Beth and Laura some alone time together. Partly due to the screen and partly because the orgy was in full swing, the rest of the family was unaware of Laura's straits. Beth smoothly managed to get them both stretched out, facing each other. They caressed and kissed, talking softly, until both fell asleep.

While the twins collected plates and glasses after the break, Martin turned his attention to Allison, who had taken the liberty of reaching between her legs to pull his cock through. The involuntary motions of her hips let it slowly and gently rub between her labia and across her clit.

Martin rolled away from her and, in one smooth motion, climbed over her, between her legs and guided his cock into her. He put his arms behind her and curled his hands over her shoulders from behind. Their eyes sparkled as they looked at each other. He bent to kiss her softly, licking and nibbling at her lips. She returned his kiss, inviting his tongue to join hers. He began to make long, slow thrusts into her.

"Thank you," he whispered as he locked eyes with hers and smiled.

"Thank you for what?" she asked.

"Thank you for being exactly who you are," he smiled. "Thank you for suffering all the trials and overcoming all the obstacles that made you who you are. I know you still have a great distance yet to travel before you are completely at home in our family. I know you will arrive successfully."

"What do you mean?"

"Think about the rest of the adults in our family. You've all been made or will be made eighteen, all beautiful, healthy and strong. I'm sure we'll make Jack eighteen as well. But between the ears, Diane and Beth are still forty-somethings. Jack is still going to be a fifteen-year-old. Same with Rob, Sarah and Sandy."

He stopped whispering and devoted his attention to her neck, ear and jaw. She liked that -- she forcefully threw her hips up to meet his thrusts.

He looked her in the eyes again, his expression affectionate but serious. "The difference between you and all of them is this: they were comfortable in their bodies before they were enhanced, and you weren't. I'm afraid you will feel that there is a hideous troll inside your beautiful shell, that it's a lie and you're cheating, and you don't deserve the love, respect and admiration you get.

"So I want to tell you right now: I want the woman who lives in here," and he touched both of her temples, "and here," and he tapped over her heart, "in our family. I need that woman to be proud of herself, proud of her contribution to her mates and to our children, proud of her standing in our family and in our community, happy to get, and deserving of receiving, the love we will live. I want you to be the fiercest friend and the most implacable enemy. I want you to know unequivocally that the love and affection and, yes, even orgasms, are your just reward.

"I want you to go through the med tube as often as you must, until the woman on the outside and the woman on the inside are the same. I don't care if you need to be a midget, or a giant, or weigh three hundred pounds or eighty pounds. I don't care if your breasts are triple-E or pimples. I don't care what you look like, as long as you are comfortable in your own skin and almost as proud of yourself as I am proud of you. Allison, you are a treasure. Come home to us."

Allison started bawling. She wrapped him in a bear hug and squeezed for all she was worth. In a flash, she flipped them over and she was on top of him, hands on his shoulders. She began to fuck him hard, hard and fast. Her orgasm overtook her and she quivered and shook, still bawling but smiling angelically, eyes locked on Martin's. "Do you mean," she choked, "I do all these things for us, and you're going to make me be HAPPY?" Her whole body shuddered. "I'LL DO IT," she barked, laughing, "but just for you, my owner. I will do anything, anything for you, always."

The twins had been side by side, enjoying the prelude to their first sodomy, Rob behind Emma and Jack behind Erin. Sarah and Diane had forced their pussies into the twins' very willing mouths. Now everyone in the room was entirely focused on Allison and Martin.

"What happened?" asked Rob.

Her eyes still locked on Martin's, Allison said, "Oh, Martin knows I think they just slapped a new coat of paint on this ugly old body, and it's really just the same as it was. He's going to make me go to the med tube over and over until the woman in the mirror is me." Everyone laughed and cheered and clapped. Allison leaned forward and delivered the most passionate kiss ever.

When she broke the kiss, she looked him in the eyes and said, "Gimme some of that grease. I suddenly feel the need to have my bowels stimulated."

Martin's cock was still buried deep within Allison. While she was jamming lube into her sphincter, she ground her hips enough to make sure he stayed hard. She kept her eyes locked on his. When she was ready, she slowly lifted herself all the way off, moved his cock back a bit, and just as slowly, just as steadily, lowered herself back down. When she bottomed out, she looked positively serene. "Oh my god, Martin, that feels sooooo good!"

Turning to Sarah and Diane, she asked, "Will you help me?" They nodded enthusiastically. "Will you please come suck my titties?" They were there in a flash, one on each side of Allison. Of course they each needed a soulful kiss before ravaging her tits.

Allison started with very long and very slow thrusts as she caressed her sisters. She let one hand trail down into her pussy. Diane saw it, slapped it away and replaced it with her own fingers.

"Hurry up, Daa... er... Rob," said Emma. "Hurry, Jack. I want to try for simultaneous ass-orgasms with... Allison."

"You'll never catch me," sighed Allison. "My boobs were never this sensitive. I'm gonna...." and she stopped while a powerful orgasm rumbled through her. "Oh, god! I have died and gone to heaven. What'll I do when the baby suckles me to multiple orgasms?" That brought laughter.

"Robert?" she said, looking at him, "if you're going to help me be happy, I'm going to need a lot of dick." Rob grinned and nodded vigorously.

Rob and Jack were both lined up and gently pushing on the twins' sphincters. Rob got the head of his cock through and he held still while Emma tried to relax. Jack was not making progress and Erin was beginning to grimace. Rob motioned for Jack to retreat. Rob began working on Erin's anal ring with one finger, then two and finally with three. When Jack started to say something, Rob grinned and said, "You just need more reps. Don't worry. Try again."

This time, Jack was successful. Like Rob, his helmet passed through and he stopped, waiting for Erin. In a very short time, Erin wiggled her butt, signaling Jack to continue. Rob started in again too.

With Sarah and Diane gone, the twins were back to looking at each other while they lost their ass cherries. Both had sparkling eyes and giant grins. "Come here, slut," whispered Emma, "I need some tongue." Soon they were kissing passionately, their nearby arms extended and holding hands, their other hands strumming their clits.

"Martin, I need to feel you cum in my ass," breathed Allison. "I need that pretty soon, Martin. I can't go much more."

Now it was Martin who suddenly changed their positions. No one ever knew what signaled Diane to jump out of the way. Before Allison knew it, she was on her back with her heels beside her ears and Martin was pressing himself back into her colon.

"You know, twins," chuckled Martin, "if one of you takes it with your ass in the air and the other one takes it like Allison is, you both might be able to figure out how to have a cock in your ass and a clit in your mouth."

Rob said, "Ass in the air is one way, Allison is showing you a second way. Unless you are a contortionist, the only other way I know of is with you stretched out on your tummy." Rob coaxed Emma's legs out behind her while he kept himself buried to the hilt in her ass. When she was comfortable, he was able to lean forward until his lips were able to reach her neck and ear.

"I'm going to stay like I am," huffed Erin, "so we can compare notes later. Oh, god, Jack, you feel so good! So huge in my backside. Mom... oops! Allison won't be able to talk for a couple days. I wonder if you can overdose on orgasms!" The twins giggled. "Rrrob -- I got it right -- how's about some tonsil hockey with me while you put Emma over the edge?"

It was awkward, but they did it -- briefly. "Back to work," huffed Rob, "before I run out of steam." He started pounding into Emma, faster and faster.

Emma began to groan and squeak and hiss. The sound went up the scale and the volume increased. Finally, the sound stopped as she thrashed through her orgasm. Rob kept going until his own orgasm blew hot jets of sperm deep within her bowels.

"Oh, god, oh god," chanted Erin as her own orgasm approached. "Harder!" she screamed. "Faster!" Jack's orgasm sparked Erin's and they both howled.

Rob lay down beside Emma and cuddled with her. "Thank you," he whispered to her as they caressed each other's faces.

"Thank me?" answered a confused Emma.

"Thank you, Emma, for the gift of your virginity," he smiled, "and thank you for one hell of a ride. Can I come back for more some time?"

"Of course you can," she giggled.

Jack withdrew and lay beside Erin. "That was wonderful," he softly said. "Thank you for choosing me to be your first. Thank you for making me feel so good, so proud, so wanted."

"Silly boy," she giggled. "You were wonderful. Will you do me again, and again, and again?" He smiled and nodded. They cuddled and kissed.

Sarah had not had any all night, except on Jack's tongue at the beginning and a brief ride on a twin's tongue. She hoped that Rob's enhancements really did increase his stamina because she wanted some of that tonight.

Diane had suffered a two-on-one with Beth on her clit and Martin in her pussy. She had to escape -- that was too good to handle. Now she was horny again, and set on providing the coup de grace on Jack's balls.

Together Sarah and Diane brought over the bowl containing the warm, sudsy washrag. The rag had seen service earlier but it looked -- and smelled -- brand new and clean. Sarah handed the rag to Diane, who went to work on Jack while he and Erin cooed to each other. By the time she had finished her cleanup, Jack's cock was beginning to respond again.

"Give praise for young men," Diane crooned. "Jack can get it up again. Erin, you got jizz in your ass? It's seeping out?" Erin nodded with a big smile. "Then the very last sperm belongs to me," she cackled. "Jack, you've had sex tonight every way but hanging from the ceiling, AND good old missionary position, which I shall deliver to you this very moment."

Which is exactly what she did. As Sarah cleaned Rob, Diane made a production of leading Jack by his cock to an open area of the bed. She lay on her back, raised and spread her knees and held her arms out to him in invitation. No fool, he quickly positioned himself atop her. She had his cock inside her to the hilt before he got his first kiss.

"Oh, Jack," she purred, "you feel so good in me. Come here and I'll tell you all the advantages of the missionary position." But first, she delivered a kiss for the ages while she got him thrusting into her with a nice rhythm.

Sarah meanwhile led Rob over near Diane. She positioned herself beside Diane but with her feet pointed in the opposite direction. She was able to turn her head and see Diane's face. Sarah brought Rob to her, onto her, into her. She and Rob had a long, entirely unremarkable but deeply satisfying fuck. When they were done, she coaxed him over to her side where they cuddled and kissed before falling asleep.

"Let's see," Diane grinned, pushing Jack back so he could see her sparkling eyes, "where to begin. I think I did just begin. This is one of the best ways to get scorching kisses from your lover." She guided his lips to the side of her head. "Women are incredibly aroused by kissing, licking and nipping the neck and ears. And not just the side of the neck. We like to deliver these, too, but mostly we like being on the receiving end." Jack seemed to be taking instruction very well.

"You can't do hardly any of this when you're fucking doggie-style. When she's riding you cowgirl, you can only do these things when she bends forward and lets you do them. My gawd, Jack, you feel incredible in me. We're going to have us some fun, you watch. Now, back to the lesson. The tops of the shoulders should be treated the same way, but there you can actually bite -- with your teeth, gently but firmly -- and hold on for a bit.

"A woman's armpits are a surprisingly powerful erogenous zone. If you can lick her ass, you can lick and nibble her pits." He tried it out and liked the response he got from her, including a burst of powerful thrusts at his cock.

"Moving southward, she'll like her chest being kissed, but it's pretty neutral on arousal. Some other time, I'll give you an entire seminar on a woman's breasts. You have already learned that some women love to have their nipples mashed.

"In the missionary position, it's hard for a guy to easily do very much that's worthwhile south of her tits and north of her anus. When you're ready for the advanced class, I'll show you more."

She locked her ankles behind him. "The legs, however, give you lots of opportunities. You like my legs locked where they are?" He nodded. "Well, try putting my legs over your shoulders." When he did, she moaned. "You get your deepest penetration this way. You feel so good, Jack." Jack felt the tremors of orgasm run through Diane. "Put your hands on my thighs near my knees. Push my legs toward my shoulders." It was plain he had never tried that before, but he did it.

"Now while you're penetrating me so deeply, I'll tell you that the backs of her knees are very erogenous. Kiss them. Lick them. Nibble them." He did, and was rewarded with another burst of powerful thrusts.

"Her feet and toes are good targets, too, but not in missionary position. Your lesson is over, Jack. Let my legs back down, get up here and kiss me, and fuck the living shit out of me."

He did, and he did, and he did. He thrust through her orgasms, one after the other. He had cum so many times that the urge was not a problem for him. Still, as the continuous strenuous thrusting was beginning to sap the last of his energy, he kissed her hard and roared his orgasm.

But nothing came out. He felt the powerful spasms in his cock. He had never felt that before. Perhaps because there was no ejecta, the spasms felt so powerful that they almost hurt.

He stopped his thrusting and lay atop her chest. "I can't take all your weight, Sweetie," she squeaked. He quickly propped himself on his elbows. "That's better," she said as she kissed him. "That was wonderful, Jack. Thank you for that."

"I think it's me that's supposed to thank you, beautiful lady," he smiled, "and I do. You got your dry orgasm from me. That felt so weird." He chuckled and smiled at her. He kissed her tenderly, again and again.

"Now would you like to sleep with me? Or, if not, will you let me go to sleep? I'm exhausted."

"How much sex did you get tonight, Jack?" Diane spoke sleepily.

"Well, let's see. Sarah licked me 'till I came all over my chest. Emma gave me a real blowjob. I fucked Sandy's ass. Beth rode me to two orgasms for me and who knows how many for her. I fucked Erin's ass. And I rode you to a wonderful, freaky, dry orgasm. I guess that's seven."

Diane did not hear him. She had fallen asleep.

There were a lot of bodies on the enormous bed. The youngsters were not all that accustomed to sharing a bed with anyone else. The rest had shared a bed with another for years, but only one other. They were not used to bumping into a body no matter which way they turned. Such a large number of sleeping people made more noise. Thankfully, none of them snored, but still....

Many of the group had to get up during the night for a potty break. When they returned, some found the place they had vacated taken by someone else. Some chose a new place on the bed to sleep. Others did their best to take back their places without much disturbance.

After years of experience, Martin was acutely attuned to the peculiarities of a Diane blowjob. He awoke feeling her bathing his cock with long, slow licks alternated with the feel of his cock passing through her mouth and into her throat. When she was satisfied that he was both clean and fully erect, she gently crawled up his body and impaled herself on his cock. She leaned forward for a soft, long, loving kiss. She broke the kiss, put her finger on his lips to keep him quiet, and lay her head on his chest.

She lay there quietly. He could feel her internal muscles caress the length of his cock. Again he marveled at the increase in strength of her kegel muscles. After a time, he felt moisture -- tears -- drip onto his chest. She had let him know she did not want him to speak. He would say nothing until she did. He used both hands to lovingly caress her back, as far as he could reach, from her hair to her ass. He felt her crying become increasingly intense until she shook with silent, wracking sobs.

Finally, her crying slowed and stopped. She did not speak. She did not change position, still lying on his chest with her head on his shoulder. She was still for some time. Martin knew she was awake. He continued to gently stroke her.

At first so softly that it was barely perceptible, she pressed her pelvis into his, gently grinding her clit on his pelvic bone. Slowly, slightly, she began to move her hips. The strokes were very short and very slow, only a bit more than what it took just to keep him hard. Slowly, slowly, the strokes became longer but still gentle. This was not about sexual release. This was about affirmation, solace and comfort. The gentle, slow strokes went on and on.

"Give," was all she said.

When he could, he let himself go deep within her. Feeling his pulses, she shuddered, slowed and stopped. Moments later she was asleep, still lying on his chest. Martin lay awake for some time, enjoying her weight on his body, enjoying the smell of her hair, remembering, thinking, planning.