Doctor Weston's Seed

"Hello, Larry." Jim Westron removed the name tags from the back of two chairs as he an one of his grad students, a fit, short, pretty girl with shoulder length curly brown hair sat down. Jim extended a hand across a seat to his old friend. His companion twisted open the restraining string to a plain, buff colored folio and began to tag the sheets within with a red pen.

"Howdy, Jim!" Larry Franks shouted across the not inconsiderable expanse of his wife's lap and an empty seat to his long time colleague. "Quite the crowd here tonight." He motioned his head around. Room 150 Sartre' Hall was the largest academic theater the university possessed. It could seat close to three thousand. The auditorium was not quite filled to capacity but the crowd was large.

"Yes. Sheffield asked me to invite everyone from all the related departments, not just anthropology."

"Inviting me makes sense. I am a top medical researcher."

"That was a long time ago, Larry, a long time." Larry's wife, Sylvia, brought him down to reality. It was a long time ago. In his youth, he had developed a half dozen new protein sequencers but something had sucked the vitality out of him since then. He used to be tennis pro in the summer. Now he was thirty pounds overweight with a pale jowl dripping down from his waxy face.

The new rising star in the Genetics Department was the woman on the other side of him, Katrina Delaney. She was so much like a young Larry; Jim winced when he compared the two. Every moment of her life was dedicated to her new treatment. Using the sequencers Larry perfected, she had begun to trick nerve cells into regenerating. It held enormous healing (and profit) potential for her and the university. Even now, the middle-aged redhead was sorting data on her laptop, using every second while she waited for the lecture to begin. She even played tennis.

"Nice to see you, Sylvia." Jim knew that one cross word to the old battleaxe meant that he would never be allowed to see Larry again.

"I'm just glad one of you eggheads actually included wives in the invitation this time."

"Actually, it was 'spouses' and only professors at that. It was Sheffield's idea. He insisted on choosing the accompanying department members himself."

"Why?" Larry asked a little too insistently for Sylvia's liking.

"Something to do with his topic." Jim held out a flyer. "Ethno biology: Creating the Perfect Egalitarian Society."

"Yeah. I saw that. Big claim." Sylvia shifted in her seat; she felt the edge of nicotine withdrawal coming on. That made her crankier than normal. "That explains why the Dykes are here." She pointed to a square of women in a wing. "Is it a bit chilly in here?"

Jim didn't contradict her but his tone was tinged of disapproval, "You mean Women Studies department? Yes, them and a few feminist societies besides. After Sheff informed them that his theories will blow 'that Mead woman' out of the water, they had to show up."

Jim rolled his eyes. "Looks like this will be a livelier night than I imagined."

The lights dimmed.

A tallish man in a dignified camel colored linen suit walked to the podium to polite applause and a few defiant shouts from the wings. The words, Ethno biology: Creating the Perfect Egalitarian Society, white letters on a loud mauve background, appeared in the screen behind him.

"Good evening. Thank you for coming. My name is Mike Sheffield. I have just returned from Sula Quey." The lecturer picked up a remote and pressed a button, advancing the slide projector. The screen changed to display a map of the South China Sea near the Philippines. A tiny dot was pointed out with an arrow.

"I originally chose this island for my research because I found no evidence of disruption during World War II. I was looking for as uncontaminated a sample of Polynesian culture as possible.

As you may know, the soldiers of both sides introduced hostile species onto many islands, disrupting the eo-systems as well as society. The classic example is in Hawaii where the introduction of snakes eliminated the birds necessary for the making of the traditional royal cloak.

As I sailed progressively smaller and smaller boats towards my destination, I was further encouraged by the information that Sulanese were loathed and despised by the surrounding islanders. They said that people who sailed there never came back. No one would ferry me there. The strait separating the Quey from its sister islands is unmapped shoal waters with severe currents. I could not manage it alone.

Heartbroken, I returned to Port Darwin, Australia. There I found a man without superstition, and, at great expense, rented a long-range seaplane. He had no personal problems with Sulanese or landing inside a reef. The screen now showed a well-loved PB-Y Catalina floating on light blue lagoon water.

I thank my sponsors, the Pan-Asian Group for Mutual Understanding and Cooperation Between Partners for understanding and cooperating with my bill." He motioned to a group of distinguished Japanese gentlemen and woman sitting in the front row. Polite laughter and a smattering of grateful applause followed.

"When our plane landed, we were greeted by a flotilla of canoes weighed down with flowers."

The screen showed several photos of the greeting. A handsome, caramel skinned people paddled the canoes. The exotic young women were topless and their long black hair blew in the wind. The outrigger canoes seemed typically Polynesian. The flowers were red and white orchids.

Larry spotted the Australian wearing a holster and he thought he spotted and automatic rifle in the back of the plane's cabin.

"The natives were so friendly that I was able to take off my equipment in just one trip." Then came a photo of the seaplane taking off.

"I was treated like an honored guest." The screen showed the pale white man wearing several reddish leis. When I inquired about visitors, it turned out that they were occupied by the Japanese. I almost tore my hair out by the roots. Then I discovered that after a short time, the garrison had simply abandoned the war for this tropical paradise and its ways. I could not find one trace of Japanese culture, though I found many descendants with Japanese features.

My energy was renewed. Part of what makes South Sea Islands so dynamic is the occasional inflow of new groups and how they change society. But I could see no change.

At first, I was disconcerted about something else. The tribe had a very unique attitude towards sex." Here, Sheffield paused to take a sip of water. "The men get it whenever they want."

The hall stood still for a moment, waiting to see what would happen. The ruckus started in the wings. The voices were upset and angry but not quite shouting. The women beside Larry and Jim joined those angry voices.

"Please, please!" Sheffield held up his hands. "Let's not judge these people. I like to think we are more enlightened than that."

The idea of being accused of being called "judgmental" slowed the crowd down but it did not still them. Jim got the idea they were really waiting to see how much rope Sheff would hand them. His friend Larry looked like he was trying to burrow into his seat.

"The Sulanese culture, and its sexual proclivities are a direct result of living in symbiosis with this orchid." On the screen, a mauve and white ruffled flower appeared. At the same, time an Asian student gracefully brought forth a rectangular terrarium containing a blooming example of the plant and placed it on a display table.

The orchid reminded Larry of the awful ruffled shirt of the tux he wore to his high school prom. He while he dwelled on that miserable night, he completely missed the scientific name and other important data. "No matter. I'll get a transcript." He muttered. The girl next to him shushed him bitchily.

"Allow me to preface: Sulan Quey and her neighboring islands are under assault, not from any army but from Asian plants. The native, Australian plants are being squeezed out by the more highly evolved Asian species.

The Eros Orchid is an Australian varietal. Even thought it has thousands of chromosomes, it cannot compete with the Asian orchids that have tens of thousands of chromosomes with which to adapt.

It is my theory that this orchid, the Eros Orchid, in a blind effort to survive, made itself useful to humans. Specifically it attached itself most vital part of any human society, the sex drive." The slide showed the professor being offered a beautiful native girl.

"Please be quiet. This orchid is not a simple aphrodisiac. It pollen also stimulates the pleasure centers of the brain, granting a sense of euphoria. In addition it stimulates other, primitive centers of the brain compelling people to act on their baser natures."

The slides showed pictures of the men sprinkling dust on a long row of women kneeling. They caramel beauties simply knelt there with their faces uplifted their black hair handing down like silky water falls as the men using giant clam shells as bowls sprinkle orchid pollen on them like salt on a steak. To Jim, their expressions looked like ones of pure, distilled contentment.

Sheffield had to raise his voice over the din. "By doing this, the orchid has recruited a partner with a vested interest in its survival. The Sulanese have much the same relationship to the Eros orchid as the honeybee to the rose."

The slide changed to a time later in the same scene. The orchids are placed in the woman's hair. The next slide shows the men removing their loincloths. Then next slide showed the women, one after the other sucking on the large, black, uncircumcised penises of the men. The women seemed to be enjoying themselves tremendously.

"Please! Please! Those men are their husbands! Try to be open minded!"

A buzz cut, overweight woman from the wings ran down and seized the podium mike from the professor. "I can't believe you actually showed us this disgusting garbage!"

"Is this you idea of a perfect society?" a woman screamed.

"I'm going to see your ass fired!"

"No! It's the relationship between the flower and society...." But Sheffield was shouted down. The slide of the group fellatio, twenty women, sometimes two at a time sucking men's penises, shown above the lectern. Sheffield calmly checked his watch.

"Let's go, Larry." Sylvia moved to get her purse, and then she noticed it was covered with a fine, mauve dust. "What the hell?"

Jim let loose with a half-hearted whine. "Aw, Sylvia. I want to stay."

"You want to stay and watch this pornography?" She brushed the dust off her purse. It flew into the air.

"It's not pornography. Anthropology is often..." he stopped watching his strong wife totter like a bowling pin.

"It's not what, Larry?" She wobbled.

For an instant he thought she might be having a stroke.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, in fact I feel really good. But I think I will sit down a while."

All the women in the auditorium had, by this time, decided to sit down a while. The woman who had stolen the microphone now proffered it back to Dr. Sheffield with the sincerest of apologies. Neither Larry not Jim could hear her words but her bowing retreat spoke volumes.

The men were speechless. They did not get where they are by being slow on the uptake. Jim checked his pants. In the gloom of the theater he had been sprinkled with mauve colored pollen. He looked to his friend. Larry's wife and associate professor now looked at the plump, whipped old gent in purest admiration.

Jim froze, slowly turned and stared into the big blue eyes of Kathy Sullivan. Her face fairly beamed pure devotion. Her thesis lay on the theater floor, forgotten.

Jim stood, "Sheffield! What have you done?"

Larry joined the growing chorus of outrage. "Does this stuff affect men?"

Men from all points of the compass barked other questions. Sheffield raised his hands, "Gentlemen! Gentlemen! Please. All will be revealed to you. Just give me ten minutes is all I ask!" The outraged men slowly sat down. A loud moan was heard as Sheffield began to speak.

"The men benefit from the Eros orchid. War, jealously, impotence, decrepitude, disease, almost all addictive behavior, etc. reduces the people who cultivate it, so the orchid eliminates things those from our behavior. The only apparent physical side effect is a reduction in the amount of Y-chromosome spermazoa. The Sulanese population holds steady at 80% female." A slide of a row of ten women beside two men standing in back of 2 boys and ten girls appeared. "These are two men, their wives and offspring."

Two more moans issued from the darkness. Strakorski, in agricultural sciences, stood. "So they are polygamous?"

Jim could feel Kathy's hand on his thigh. "Is she just leaning forward to get a better view?"

Sheffield smiled "Which brings me to my next slide." The slide showed two gorgeous grown women dragging an older teen girl from her thatch house. Her expression was one of terror. What Jim took to be her brothers and friends looked on blandly. "This is a Sulanese wedding. In this case, the bride is unwilling. The first bride of her suitor and her mother customarily drag her from her hut, or forest or wherever she is hiding and present her to her husband."

"So violent!" Someone shouted. Larry admitted he was uncomfortable with the violence too.

The next slide showed her kneeling, arm locked by the wife and the mother kneeling before a man. "Then her sister or aunt administers her first dose of the pollen." In a series of photos, a woman with straight blue black hair opens a giant clam bowl, takes a pinch of pollen and sprinkles it on the girl."

The next slide showed the girl with a sour face. "At first they resist." Everyone laughed. "But they have to breathe eventually." The young face of rebellion now became one of peace. "And the marriage is consumed." On the big screen a picture of the girl deep throating her new, middle-aged groom appeared.

Larry stood again. "What does her father say?"

"My dear sir, her husband IS her father."

Sheffield's response seemed to hit Jim's friend like a blow. Larry sat down, seemingly stunned by the repercussions of what Sheffield was proposing.

"Infatuation occurs after the dusting on the first man she sees. Hence why only women are involved in the ceremony. She is drawn to the musk glands in the groin. Imprinting occurs immediately after oral copulation. From then on they will be a happy couple. She will play the role of nurturer. He will be her provider. Just think! No doubt, no worry, just purposeful contentment and a houseful of children." The women of the audience applauded.

"Thank you, thank you."

In all the applause, Larry thought her heard Sylvia say to her husband, "Let me do that for you." He smiled. If there was one woman he would wish that shit on, it was Sylvia. But the way Delaney was crawling all over him it looked like she was ready to go down on him right then and there.

Westron put it all together. "Sheffield's seating arrangement spaces the couples out so our imprinting would occur relatively smoothly. It would be easy enough to tap into the rumor mill to find out who wanted whom. What professor hasn't wanted a student or visa versa? They weren't guests, they were bribes.

It would be just Sheff's sick sense of humor to put him dangerously close to Sylvia."

Suddenly Jim noticed a long fingered hand on his own crotch. It was Kathy. She looked deep into his eyes and said only one word. "Please."

She was the prettiest thing to grace his department in years. He flashed on the memory of the time she laughed in his face in front of the whole department. "Does she finally realize how she makes me feel?" He placed his hand on hers and reassured her that it was perfectly fine for her to knead his cock like a loaf of dough through his pants.

He felt a siren call pulling him deeper into his feelings for the young woman. He knew it was wrong.

Timidly, like she was unwilling to believe her good luck, Kathy almost drew her hand away. Then her big man held her close, close to his heat. Her heart beat faster, faster for him, the kindest, smartest man on the earth. She would take of him forever if he let her.

"Before I go on to how the women like to do all the work around the island, I would open the floor to questions, just about this section please."

"How long does the dosage last?"

"Once a month, menses neutralizes it completely."

"Only a month? Grunt!" A moan followed.

"I believe the induced euphoria serves a double purpose. All of the women are self-medicating after the first dose. Men sometimes forbid them the orchid dust, allowing them reprint the woman on another man.

The withdrawal is horrible but it does allow a man to dispose or exchange a wife with whom he is not longer happy to provide for. It is rare but it does happen."

"What about the dosage for men?"

Jim looked over at his friend. Katrina's face was buried in Larry's crotch. Sylvia lamely tried to provide privacy for her man by throwing her coat over the bobbing redhead.

Jim looked away, disgusted. Then he saw the graceful hands of Kathy just starting to work his zipper. She had seen the act too, and it had excited her.

Sheffield was able to hear Larry over the growing moans. "The dosage for men is trickier to explain. Men grow more virile, much more randy but less violent. The desire for sex and for willing partners moves to the fore. He becomes passive, docile, submitting to 'family life" whiling away his days fishing, growing food and raising the Eros orchids necessary to maintain his lifestyle."

With a force of will, Jim pulled the milky, smooth hands away. "No!" Kathy was devastated. She hid her face in her hands and looked about to cry.

"Ah! But we see the exception! Doctor Westron has demonstrated resistance. By my calculations, only one man in one hundred thousand can resist the pollen. I, too, am one of those men, hence why I and able to be with you tonight and bring this marvelous discovery to you." He bowed theatrically.

"So it uh...uh...eliminates inhibitions?" Larry seemed unconcerned about his friend's success.

"Not all inhibitions, otherwise how I would ever be able to bring you fine people into the know? But it does make sex seem much more natural, less intimate. How it affects just sexual taboos and nothing else? Why? I leave it for wiser men then me to discover."

"But I'm gay!" Jim recognized the voice this time. It was Jack Peters, in organic chemistry. "Cleo...wait...stop! Oh!"

Sheffield grimaced. "Sorry, Jack. But the orchid really needs people who can help it to propagate, that means heterosexuals. You'll still feel gay and enjoy the occasional piece of ass, but you will definitely prefer fucking women. Let's just say there's now a big magnet next to all of our sexual compasses from now on.

An that means you fine ladies up there too." He pointed to the wings where the women's groups sat.

A woman in neat business suit stood as straight as an arrow and shouted out. "We love you Doctor Sheffield!"

"I love you too." He spoke into the microphone like a rock star. The wings exploded in screams of want. "But you just cool your heels down there and keep making our friends from the Maintenance Department happy. Without them, tonight would not be possible.

In fact, if one of you fellahs can spare a moment, can we get the lights up in here?"

That was that. Jim knew Jack Peter's partner, Chris Marely the Research Librarian. They were both decent men who deserved better than this. "Why the hell did he invite Jack anyway?" He resolved to put and end to it. Now he sought premise to approach Sheffield.

"I said, 'Give me some light!'"

When nothing happened, Jim saw his chance and approached the podium. He could hear groans and swells of lust and barks and slapping of flesh, out there... in the darkness. "It's in you hand, Sheff."

"What?" Sheffield seemed startled and worried by Jim's sudden emergence from shadow.

"It's in your hand. The remote controls the dimmer switch." He stepped onto the dais. "If you spent more than a day in a lecture hall you'd know that. Here." Jim took the remote.

In the hand off, the "sequence" button was hit. Slide of slide of beautiful Sulanese women having sex flashed by on the screen, one after the other, all sorts of positions and combinations all with Sheffield involved in some way. Jim ignored the scenes and turned up the lights.

It was like the theater had been turned into a sea of maggots. Hundreds of pale, fleshy forms writhed before the two men. Jack Peters was happily banging Cleo Duane from behind. In the wings, maintenance overalls and tools had been discarded along with the protest signs and banners. Their hands and mouths had other concerns. The Japanese executives were taking turns penetrating the holes of their former female co-worker. The angry way they reamed her both front in front and behind made Jim think there was something personal involved. One of them snapped photos with a tiny digital camera.

Katrina had her legs up in the air and Larry grunted as he plowed between them, trying to shove his cock past his belly. Sylvia, waited, holding her husband's coat, pants and tie as well as any valet.

And then there was Kathy, bitchy, bossy, beautiful Kathy Sullivan; her curly hair in an adorable pony tail, shimmering blue eyes, full thick lips, long, creamy legs, and tits a man could suck on for a month. She had followed Jim like a puppy. Now she stood at the foot of the dais, hands folds, long-lashed eyes downcast, passively waiting for her next orders like a scolded little girl.

"Well?" Sheffield continued.

"Well what?"

"Are you going to just stand there and look at that girl or are you going to help me?"

Westron just stood there, looking out onto the undulating waves of flesh. They were whispering, laughing, crying out and calling each other's names in the throws of ecstasy. It was all too much. He had to think.

Sheffield understood the academic mind. Professorial types always had to think things through. They'd think before they'd pick up a $100 bill. That is why he just didn't blow his friend's brains out right then and there.

Instead, Sheffield cast himself in the role of Satan and put one arm around him. "Come on Jim. You can have all the pretty girls you want. You even borrow them from these saps. Guys like you and me are chiefs! I've seen it. These guys will do whatever you say! Give you whatever you want. They are absolute pussies."

The irony of that last sentence did not escape Dr. Westron. "This isn't about what I want."

"Always thinking about others, you are Jim. That is why you are the pediatrics giant that you are. All right. Let's cast our minds into the future. No more war. No more bigotry. No more..."

"Women, just drones." Jim interrupted. His tone was not angry. Westron was no idiot. He had seen the spy movies. If he said "no" he would not leave the room alive. Plus he did not know if he really wanted to stop what was going on. He curiosity had got the better of him. He wanted to hear more.

"No, not drones. The orchid does not dull the intellect. A person cannot raise crops without a brain. No. The women will still do any work we see fit to give them. They'll just never worry about Madison Avenue redefining their roles ever again. But that's not the best part. Watch.

Kimmy, come here."

Out from the eaves, an absolutely stunning Polynesian beauty approached the dais. She wore a short, tight skirt and a short shirt exposed her sandalwood colored midriff. Her full hair was blue-black and was worn loose and flowed in long waves down to her cheeks. Her round Polynesian features, like her cheekbones, were given length and crispness from her Japanese blood. She smiled with her brilliant white teeth and her smoky eyes turned into amber colored half moons above her cheeks. "She is quite the loveliest girl I have ever seen." Jim looked down and admired her cleavage. Her eyes stayed up, uninsulted and unashamed of the way she appeared. She stood next to Kathy.

Jim reflected. "It was like a prairie flower set next to a what...an orchid?"

"Yes, she is beautiful. You saw the photos; they are all like that, you know why? No birth defects. Not a one for over two hundred years." That got Jim's attention. Suddenly there was no one else in the room but Mike Sheffield.

"Impossible. A closed population, practicing incest..."

Sheffield nodded. "I know. I know. I am an expert in exogamy remember? But it makes sense. Birth defects mean less people to raise the orchid. Maybe that's what it's doing when it messes with the male-female ratio. And the more the men and women conform to the physical ideal..."

"..the more they'll want to mate." Doctor Westron finished the equation.

"Now you are getting it."

"No birth defects?" A vision world free of deafness, blindness and the crippling cerebral palsy that afflicted his beloved sister spread itself out before him. It was his lifelong dream.

"Not a one."

"I'll have to check your data."

"Right here." He held up a bound sheaf and Jim snatched it from his hands.

Sheffield was always a bit wild but his documentation was first rate. Jim's mind whirled. In a very human, some would say American, way, Westron tried to think of ways to cheat nature, to reap the benefits without incurring the cost. "Maybe we could just use part of the strands."

Mike removed his arm from Jim's shoulder and his hand off the Colt in his jacket pocket. "I'm glad it was you, Jim. I knew you'd understand what we offer the world."

Jim was lost in the data. He didn't notice Kim setting boxes of small plastic bags in foreground of the dais. Kathy helped her. She hoped it would impress Doctor Westron that she could be helpful.

Jim flipped to the section with the protein analysis and hit a snag. "I want Larry to check this out. Wait. Where did he go?" Larry, his wife and Katrina were all gone. Only the discarded laptop remained, stepped on, ruined. "Maybe he just went home to get more privacy."

"I do not think so." Kimmy spoke in a perfect contralto. An opera singer could not have sounded more musical. "His first wife came down her, snatched a bag of pollen and the three left. His women seemed more on a mission to me."

Jim thought. "What...?" He almost finished his sentence " ...could be at home." Then it hit him. Larry was a family man. He had two beautiful twin daughters. "I got to ask him about these."

"No problem, Jim. Take the results with you."

This was too easy. "You don't mind?"

"Not as long as Kimmy goes with you."

Jim turned and looked at the beautiful, fit young woman and tried to be brave. "Yeah, sure."

"You go ahead. I want to have a word with Kimmy first."

Jim slid the report under his arm and picked his way over the bodies to the exit. He thought it was Marjorie Shackelton, the chair of Horticulture, involved in a sixty-nine with that social climbing shit, Raj Argus. He shuddered just thinking about break the news to Bill, with he chemotherapy and all. Then he wondered if the pollen would cure cancer and hated himself.

Once outside, he passed two more Sulanese women guarding the doors. They let him pass like he was expected. He thought about beating Larry to the Franks' home. "How much time did I spend reading those damn results?" He cursed himself. He always lost track of time that way.

Larry was probably parked in the hospital just across the street, so he had a huge head start already. Jim on his bicycle would never catch him. He had to stop Larry before he made a huge mistake.

Suddenly, Kathy pulled up in her old VW bug. It occurred to Westron that she must have parked in the student lot at the corner. "Need a ride, Doctor?"

Westron was too much in rush to argue. "All right." He ran around to the passenger seat, glad the old bug's stick shift made reaching over to him difficult. "Head for the lab I need a few things first. Then we head over to Riverview. And both hands on the wheel. Got it?"

"No problem." Kathy turned the wheel and hit the gas nonchalantly.

"This isn't you Kathy. The pollen is affecting you."

"I know. I feel better, more confident than ever before. My mother, my father, money, my boyfriend, all my worries have just melted away. It's pretty hard not to notice. Did you ever have a vacation, a real vacation, one where you didn't have to worry about all the work you will have to come back to?"

"Not since I was a kid."

"Me neither, but here I am, enjoying my first real vacation."

"That's the pollen talking." Westron didn't know if he was reminding her or himself. "You have a life to get back to."

"See? You could have me, completely and all you do is think about my best interests. Everything you say or do just makes me love you more and more. Is it any wonder why I just want you to tell me to pull over and command me to give you the best sex of your life?"

Her perfume was flowery, like a meadow. He once made love in an alpine meadow. "Kathy, I..."

Suddenly, an ebon figure appeared in the headlights. Kathy hit the brakes. By the time the car stopped, Kimmy had Westron's door open and was motioning to let her into the back seat. With her long limbs, she had to sit obliquely.

Westron tried not to think about how fast the island girl had to have run to catch up with the car. "Fitter people grow more orchids." Kathy got the idea. Kimmy smiled innocently.

At the lab, Kimmy passively watched the professor place a dozen or so ampoules in his bag along with four small and one large syringe. Finally, he asked Kimmy to carry a four-foot wide roll of industrial wrapping plastic.

Kathy popped the hood when she saw the big roll of plastic. "That was quick."

"The drive gave me time to think. I think I know I know how to help Larry." He smiled. There were three pieces of luggage in the trunk. Westron shot an inquisitive look at Kathy.

"I was going away with my boyfriend for the weekend. Oh well." Something had to go if his roll of stretch plastic was to fit. Without a second thought, she grabbed the overstuffed garment bag and hammer-tossed it into the Rhodendrons.

The materials fit into the trunk and the three sped off. It was a fifteen-minute drive. The tension was too much for Westron. "Where were you going?"

"You said Riverview, right?"

"No. I mean with your boyfriend?"

"The coast. We rented a cabin."

"Must have been expensive."

"It was. It took us all semester just to save up for the deposit. But look. I am with you now. That's all that matters." There was a pause.

"To tell you the truth, I didn't like that relationship. He always made me worry about how I was treating him, how he was treating me, and then there were all those nasty habits of his."

"I leave beard hair in the sink."

"Of course you do, how else are you supposed to trim it? I like your beard. A little beard hair is not a big deal."

"I leave my toenails on the floor for when I vacuum."

She thought. "I'll just vacuum more often."

"I leave the toilet seat up."

"I'll just be sure to check before I go."

Westron took a big breath. "This is too weird." He craned his neck and looked at Kimmy. She winked at him. He flicked the dome light on and reached for the med kit between his legs and began preparing the syringes as best he could.One by one, he held the bottles up to the light, making sure Kathy got a good look at each label.

He'd done a lot of dosing of animals in his day and had gotten a pretty good feel for the right amounts. "Turn right at Humboldt, left on Spinoza. It will be the brick house with the Christmas lights still on it."

All the time Jim had been hoping that girls were out, that it would take Larry time to round them up. That hope was dashed when he saw the pink Cabriolet parked next to Larry's BMW.

Kathy killed her lights and engine and glided into the driveway. Jim shot her an appreciative glance and he switched off the dome light. After the bug halted, the two and their exotic watchdog disembarked. Jim seemed like he knew where he was going so the women followed. Jim tried not to look back at Kimmy. "What is her game?"

Jim had been there when his friend installed the dog door too close to the deadbolt. He had warned his friend that someone could just reach through and get in. He even showed him, but Larry had done nothing to change it.

He could hear Jackie and Melody yelling from inside the house. "That's good." Jim reached in the dog door, turned the locks and crept in.

In the family room, the blinds and drapes were shut. Katrina and Sylvia pinned the two mystified girls into prone positions. Their heads were the only limbs kept free. They whipped their poker-straight long blonde hair around as they struggled. Katrina used her strength, and she needed it. Jackie was a dancer. If it wasn't for the initial surprise, she might have taken Katrina out. Sylvia used her weight and authority to keep Melody relatively still. Melody was softer and rounder than her athletic sister. In the past, it was only way Jim could tell them apart.

Larry sat at the dining room table. He was carefully pouring the mauve pollen into a Japanese teacup. "I want to thank you again for helping me, Sylvia." He sneered.

"Not at all dear. I've known its what you've wanted for a long time now." She cast a look at Katrina and frowned in worry. "I am still your first wife, right?"

"Of course you are. Just keep your daddy's money coming and you'll be drinking a lot more of my leavings."

"Thank you." She seemed visibly relieved. "Sit still, Melody. You'll love it, trust mommy."

"Hurry, would you please, master? This girl is very strong."

"Daddy? What are you doing?" Melody whimpered.

The pouring ended. Larry Frank resealed the bag. He left a trace amount for analysis later. "Don't worry baby, daddy will take care of you.

Jim?"

"What the hell are you doing, Larry? They're your daughters for Pete's sake." The room seemed to still with Jim's presence, even the twins ceased struggling for a moment.

Larry stood and pleaded. "Please, Jim. You don't know what it's like, with them so close, wrapped in shower towels all the time. And the bathing suits...them and their friends out by the pool and me not having any in so long..."

"Shut the fuck up." Larry shut up. "Fuck you and your excuses. Get your lecherous ass upstairs." Cowed, the man simply left the room, head hanging low. Jim followed him as far as the stairs to make sure he did as he was told.

Jim knew it probably the pollen talking but he didn't dare give him any slack.

He turned and walked back into the family room to deal with Sylvia and Katrina. As he looked down the hall he say Kathy. Her face was upturned and a Japanese teacup was held in her right hand. Her eyes were shut and her breathing, labored. "Kathy!"

Her eyes snapped open. Before Jim could close the distance, she dashed forward and sprinkled the girls with the pinkish pollen. Jim got to the room and instant too late. Sylvia and Katrina were already enjoying a burst of euphoria. The twins were emerging from under the women. And they looked straight at Jim.

Jim stood still; afraid to move, as the two girls slowly crawled on all fours towards him, like cats. He prayed they were going to ask him for help. The two sat up on their haunches, Jackie before Melody and pawed at his fly like kittens at a ball of string.

"Well?" Jim turned. Kimmy was speaking to him. "Well? What will it be? The initial infatuation will wear off soon. All you have to do is wait."

Jim cursed himself for a coward. "This is the moment Kimmy had come along for. This is Jim's test. Hell, she probably put Kathy up to re-dosing herself." Jackie began to work at his belt. He looked down at the two beautiful blonde teens. "If I refuse these girls, Kimmy will know I am against Sheffield and she'll kill me." Melody pulled at his zipper. "I am such a coward."

Kathy helped undress the wonderful man. As she helped him off with his shirt, she whispered, "I knew you'd like them." in his ear.

Naked, he stood before the two kneeling girls. Jackie looked on his phallus wantonly and lolled her tongue around her lips. Melody pursed hers in the wonder of the passions that were now coursing though her veins

Jim had expected that Sylvia and Katrina would have left, if for no other reason but to tend to Larry. But they seemed as fascinated by the ritual as Kimmy.

Jackie plunged right in to deep throat. She did not waste any time. Without hesitation she held Jim's cock in her fist and orally reveled in his meat. Melody mewed and whined. "I want some too." But Jackie selfishly sucked on.

Jim looked up at Kimmy. Innocent smile or no, she was still evaluating his commitment. "Let Melody have some."

Obediently, Jackie separated herself from the sole object of her desire and panting like a marathon runner she held out the cock for her sister.

Melody titled her head this way and that, admiring Jim's meat like it was a work of art. She inhaled deeply of his crotch and then sweetly placed a kiss on its head. Melody took the penis from her sister, but instead of gripping it in a fist, she cradled it, ball and all, like a little bird. She kissed it all over, and then she rubbed it against her cheek. She licked it like a lolly. Finally, she took the head in her mouth. Her lips stayed there, at the head. She swiveled her head and hummed in contentment. Unseen, Jim could feel her tongue flick over and across his head.

Involuntarily, he let his head back and moaned. The feeling was exquisite. Jackie brushed her sister's palms away and engulfed Jim's sack one ball at a time. His right hand gripped on Melody's ponytail. His left caressed Jackie's silken head.

He pictured them naked. Their bodies would be young, tight and energetic. Right now their bottoms were covered but he could envision how they would jut out each time they serviced him like this. Their young, firm, tits wouldn't have any sag to them. He could feel Jackie's now, stiffened by her bra, bumping against his thigh.

His balls began to churn. He felt the pleasant itch arriving. There was nothing he could do. He couldn't stop now. He spoke softly. "I am going to ejaculate soon, Melody. You must share with your sister, understand?" Melody hung on every pearl of wisdom that fell from this man's mouth. She nodded. "Men ejaculate in spurts. After the first spurt, you must place my penis in your sister's mouth. Understand?" Melody nodded

Jackie waited expectantly beside her sister. "I would have been best. I have more experience."

"Quiet!" Jim was too stressed out to take shit now.

That fit of anger set back his orgasm just a bit. "Wait." Melody planted some more kisses on his head. Then he felt his balls squeeze. "Okay. Here we go...here we...auuughhhh. Gooooo." He spurted. "Now switch!"

The second spurt spewed on Jackie's cheek, but the experienced girl stuck the penis in her mouth quickly enough for the third and fourth spats to hit the back of her throat.

Melody leaned back, undid her schrungy, ran her fingers through her hair and writhed on the carpet. "Mmmmmmmmm." It was if she was bathing in womanly sensuality. She ran her hands all over her body like she was feeling it for the first time.

Jackie flopped onto all fours and made quick, jerky, violent convulsions. Her mouth went slack and her eyes lolled into the back of her head. She dropped to the floor, one hand gripping a tit, the other locked onto her snatch. She curled up in a partial fetal position and twitched.

"Every marriage is different." Kimmy approached the naked, flaccid man. "Welcome to the fold, Doctor Westron. Ow! " Kimmy uttered an oath, spun, and swatted Kathy away.

The Polynesian beauty removed the hypodermic from her back. "What did you do?" She hissed at Westron.

"Nothing? Why?"

"Liar!" Even drugged, Westron barely escaped Kimmy's hand. "Quick! Another one!" Were the last things Kimmy heard before she passed out.

When Kimmy woke up, she couldn't move her arms or legs. Westron and Sullivan stood above her. Kathy was speaking. "It was just lying there, on her cheek, going to waste."

"Don't make me tell you again. Wait. She's coming to."

Westron was preparing a syringe much larger than the one she pulled out of her back. "When did you two find time to plan?"

"I was counting on what Sheffield said earlier, about the intellect not being dulled. I held up the drugs in the car and hoped Kathy would guess what I was up to. It is great to have an independently thinking woman by one's side." He didn't notice that Kathy practically flared red at his compliment. Kimmy didn't miss it.

"What poison are you going to give me now?"

"Something that will mimic menses in your body."

English was knew to Kimmy, but her work with her beloved Sheffield had taught her what 'menses' was. She struggled against her bonds. The clear plastic wrap that held her just squeaked.

"Save your strength. I've used that stuff to immobilize male gorillas. If you struggle, this needle may break off and you'll die." He walked over the mummified girl and stuck the needle in her neck. "There. I figure Sheffield will be busy for at least another day, cleaning up that mess he made."

"Mess?"

"Yes, mess. Think of all the loose ends he made."

"How would you have done it?"

"Slowly, carefully. Right now, Sulan Quey is one news report away from being destroyed. Hope you're happy, tying your fortune to an asshole like that."

Kimmy redoubled her efforts but the plastic was too strong.

"Sorry about the lack of toilet facilities. But the foam rubber beneath you will soak most of it up.

Kathy, you keep an eye on her, all right? I need to round those women together for their shots, okay?" He held up four cylinders; two contained big dosages for the women; two held smaller dosages for the girls.

"Yes, Doctor. I won't let you down." The great man left the basement. Kathy found and old rocking chair and set up to watch over the prisoner. She felt like a soldier with and the hypo in her hand was her a rifle.

Kimmy was already feeling different. What this doctor had said made a lot of sense; in light of she had learned in the past few months. She needed to save her people. She decided to strike quickly. She knew how the orchid affected women. "You know you are going to lose him."

Upstairs, it was a whole new world. In an effort to appease Jim, Larry ordered Katrina and Sylvia about preparing dinner. The twins were upstairs freshening up. Jim simply worried and waited for them to come downstairs.

It took an hour and the twins had changed into what they thought to be their most seductive outfits, the things most likely to please their wonderful man.

Jackie wore her spandex athletic bra and bicycle pants. Either she remembered Dr. Westron was a cyclist or she thought to show of her tight bum; either way it affected him. She ran down the stairs and hugged the right side of him. She bent her leg upwards and rubbed his cock. "I can't wait for IT." She whispered meaningfully.

Melody had changed in a low slung peasant shirt and left out her bra. Her heavy breasts bounced as she skipped down the stairs anxious to hear the sound of her doctor's voice. Her short, pleated shirt puffed up with the upshot of air, exposing her white satin panties. She squeezed him affectionately, "Oooo. I love you so much."

Sylvia looked on in approval and smiled. "Hungry, Jim?" Jim didn't miss the double entendre'. Jim noticed she was holding a casserole dish. Something smelled good. "Dinner's ready."

"Yes, Famished. You girls just gather around the table. I'll be right back."

Reluctantly, but obediently, the girls separated from their beloved man. Jim went back down to the basement. Kathy jumped. She seemed to be sweating. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. But she's seems to be going through withdrawal." The Polynesian rocked in a stupor

"That quickly? She must have been close to her period. Kimmy?" He felt her head. It was clammy. He held open an eye. It wasn't dilated, just frantic.

She snapped to consciousness "Please, please, don't leave me. I am so alone." He lost her in some Sulanese then she returned. "So alone, please...can't stand this feeling all alone." The powerful confident woman now sobbed like a terrified little girl.

"So. This is the withdrawal. Sheff was right. It is terrible; an uncontrollable sense of loneliness." He shook his head.

"Will those women upstairs go through the same?"

"Maybe. But Kimmy's been exposed to the pollen for years. Her tissue is probably saturated with it. Things should be easier for them. If not, we have more sedative and wrap."

"If they thrash around this much, you'll need to get them to the bedroom."

Westron looked at Kathy. But the curly haired girl just kept staring at the gibbering island woman. "I guess. Well, best be at it."

As soon as he left the room, Kathy resumed her desperate task. She looked her purse that lay open beside the rocking chair. She looked inside at the two, original syringes that were meant for the girls. To her relief, he had not seen her place them inside. "Now I'll need a sedative, nothing too strong. I think I saw a hypnotic. But first..." she smiled expectantly, reached into her pocket, took a pinch of pollen from her own plastic bag, raised it to her nose, twisted her digits and inhaled deeply. "Jim....."

Once upstairs, he sent Larry out to sleep in his BMW. Of all the people, only he or Katrina would guess what was going on and Jim made sure that Larry ordered Katrina to follow all of his instructions. After his friend left, he administered the serum to the women, sat down to the meal and waited for things to take effect.

The meal was simply steak and mashed potatoes. Jackie and Melody sat to either side of him. Jackie sliced his sirloin and placed each succulent morsel in his mouth. Melody kept his wine glass full. Sylvia and Katrina looked on with enigmatic expressions.

Rather than fight, he let the two girls rub his hard on during the course of the meal. Maybe he drank more than he should, maybe he should not have skipped lunch and supper to run that last test, but he really needed a drink and he had done everything he could have. He was on his third glass when Kathy tapped him on his shoulder. He hadn't heard her approach.

She whispered in his ear. "Kimmy's better. She doesn't; remember a thing after her wedding. She says no woman does."

"Really?" Jim sat and thought.

"Smells good. Katrina? Can I have some too?"

"Sure. The redhead escorted the assistant into the kitchen and fixed her plate and a glass. The steak was almost gone. Jackie straddled the doctor and slipped a slice of steak into his mouth. Then she followed it with her tongue. Her groin ground against his in time his chewing. He could feel his shaft slipping between the creases of her hot cunt.

Melody ripped away his mouth and kissed him openly. Her mouth was now his cup filled with red wine.

It was wrong. He knew it. But Kathy's words rang in his head, "They won't remember a thing." He brushed Melody's tit with the back of his hand. She grabbed it and shoved it under her blouse. "So smooth...."

Jackie was building into frenzy. Breathily she urged their bump and grind on. "Oh, fuck me baby. I can't wait until you fuck me. Fuck me so hard." She hissed with an intake of breath. "Oooo your nasty girl wants her daddy's dick so bad."

It was a good thing Jim had come once that evening otherwise he would have creamed right there. For an instant he took control and stood up. "Wait, this is wrong." In getting up, he must have scratched himself. He felt sluggish but Katrina was right there, ready to catch him. The four women carried him into the living room and lay him onto the plush rug in front of the fireplace.

Jim got the impression of Sylvia lighting the fire. The twins whipped off their clothes. Jackie, so lean, fit and hard. Melody so plush, round and soft. "So beautiful...."

His clothes were gone. He didn't remember taking them off. He was on his back and Jackie straddled him, impaling herself immediately on his stake. "OH! Yeah!" She bucked and humped. Melody embraced her man and offered her tits to him. They were creamy and fuzzy at the same time. He was in bliss.

Katrina said something and Melody rotated, exposing her sweet, pink pussy to her beloved. Her juices smelled like the tropics. The doctor drank of her folds and Melody soared on the wings of true love.

Westron sensed someone had released more pollen into the air.

"Sister! Oh I love you!"

"I love you too."

He felt both girls lean together. He could hear them slurping as the twins feasted on each other. It was too much.

"Oh, Melody! I can feel him coming! He's going to come inside me!"

"I am so happy for you! Come on Jackie make me an aunt!"

"You think? Oh please Doctor Westron, make me a mommy. Make me a mommy!" Jackie took it up as a chant, over and over until..." Make me a mommeeeeee." It was the feeling of his seed splashing inside of her that did it.

Jackie twitched and convulsed as the aftershocks of her orgasm bolted through her. At last she rested against Melody's shoulder. "I love you. Let's never fight again."

"Oh Jackie." Melody gently pushed her sister backwards. At first her plan was to get some cock of her own, then as Jackie slipped off laid back, she got a whiff of spillage. Her lust inflamed, she bent down and drank her beloved's semen from her sister's cup. Jackie hummed and smoothed her hair.

Westron stood. On his knees, he looked down upon Melody's gorgeous, full ass. She had not one flaw, not a pimple, not a sign of cellulite. On his feet he saw one beautiful twin eating out the other, gulping down seed, his seed. Sylvia and Katrina looked at him with a mixture of fear and expectation. Katrina held the teacup of pollen.

He spoke to the two women. "Prepare our bedroom." The two women smiled. "Now!" They bolted off.

Westron rubbed the head of his dick against Melody's cheeks until it hardened. Then he slowly inserted it into the fold of her vulva. Melody cooed in delight.

He started slow. He met spongy resistance. Melody was a virgin. "Perfect."

"I am so glad it is you, my beloved. Go ahead. Break it. It is my special gift. I've been saving it all these years for you, the man I love."

Westron moved his hips inwards and Melody cried out in pain. He felt a rush of blood backflow over his shaft.

Now it was Jackie's turn to comfort her sister. She hugged her. "It's okay, sis. It only hurts a little while. Then it feels real good." Westron continued his strokes. "Maybe we'll have children at the same time, eh?"

Her discomfort did not end. "It hurts, Jackie."

"I know baby."

Melody's writhing began to hurt. "Jackie. Get the teacup. Dr. Delaney left it on the coffee table before she left. Jackie obeyed. "Now sprinkle just a pinch over your sister's face. It should ease her discomfort.

Breathe deeply, Melody"

Melody's expression turned from discomfort to beatific. She was like an angel. "That feels so good, Doctor Westron. Please tell me you'll never stop."

"Doctor Westron sounds so formal. How about you call me something more appropriate?"

"Like...uhuhu what?"

"How about "my lord?"

Melody burst out into giggles. "Seriously?"

Now he was pissed. That was too much like Kathy's spurn. Westron frowned and nodded to her sister. Jackie had gotten the idea and sprinkled another pinch in her sister's face. "Say it, 'my lord!'"

"My loooorrrrd. Mmmmm. I can't believe I laughed before. It's so perfect, my lord, my lord." She chanted with every thrust. His balls slapped against her arse. She was happy and content.

"Your room is ready, Doctor Westron."

He withdrew. "About time. Jackie, bring the pollen."

Two dozen candles lighted the bedroom. Classical music played on the clock radio. The three shared a kiss, tongue entwined, breath was shared. They fell crawled onto the bed and into each other's arms. The three kissed sucked and licked until the dazed Jim wondered if he had any other part besides a mouth, hands and dick. Then he saw a bottle of massage oil on the end table and gained a purpose. "Jackie, come here. Bend over the bed."

She obeyed. Her tangled hair hung low, under her shoulders. "Melody. Take some of the oil. Soothe my aching dick with it." Gently, as was her nature, Melody obeyed. The oil felt cool. "Good. Now you get that tea cup."

He stood behind Jackie and wrapped a handful of hair around his fist. He took a moment to admire her small, tight bum. A man could bounce coins off of it. He scratched it. He smacked it. He squeezed it. Then he pointed his weapon at her arsehole. He leaned forward.

"No! That hurts!"

Westron nodded. Melody was happy to return the favor her sister did her. She sprinkled a bit of orchid dust on her sister's face.

"Hurts so goood. Dr. Westron."

"Call me..daddy."

Melody didn't wait for instructions and dusted her sister eagerly.

"It hurts so goood daddy! Go deeper ahhhh that's it, so big owwww. Yesssss!" Deeper and deeper he slid in, until he bumped into a dooey. Then he simply pistoned from there. He reached for Melody and sucked her tits while he banged her twin sister. He saw their mother watching with envy from the doorway. Over and over he pummeled her. Finally, spewed into her bowels. When it dribbled out, it was thin and runny.

When he removed his member, Jackie collapsed on the bed reveling in new sensation. Melody was sent for a washcloth. He flopped onto his back. Jackie curled up to him and Melody cleaned her sister's remains on her lord's cock with a warm washcloth.

Then Jim dozed off to sleep.

He awoke to the feel of warm, wet lips around his shaft. "That you Jackie? Can't get enough can you?" He bent his head up to see a curly haired ponytail bouncing up and down. "No!" His arms were held down. He looked up into the face of Kimmy. "What the hell?"

"You are right, Dr. Westron. Sheffield is a fool. The orchid would be much better served if you were our chief."

"You remember?"

"Yes. I remember everything, including the loneliness. It is still with me you know? I have you to thank."

Jim didn't like the sound of that. He turned to the one person he hoped would escape all this. "Please, Kathy, think of your boyfriend." She only redoubled her efforts. Melody and Jackie kissed and licked at his chest, adding to his excitement.

"It's all right, my lord. I want a new sister." Melody stuck her hot tongue in his ear.

"Anything to make Jackie's big daddy happy. Go ahead. Cream inside her mouth. It's what she wants. It what we all want." Jackie gnawed on his earlobe.

Sucking kissing, breathing, licking, biting, the pleasure was exquisite. Kathy's valentine shaped ass, bedecked in lacy cobalt blue lingere' loomed over her head like a two hills. Her orifice beckoned his seed with signs and motions as old as time. Westron's cock answered her ancient call. He spat what felt like his entire life into Kathy's mouth. "I do love you." He apologized.

After the final spurt, Kathy reared her head. Her heavy breast loomed over her matching bra. Her blue eyes matched her new ligere' perfectly. Exhausted, drugged, Westron could only watch as Melody and Jackie hopped down to the sides of the bed. Kimmy bent over him. Her heavy, round, mocha breasts hung so close to his face he could feel their heat. Kimmy and Kathy kissed. It seemed oddly tender on such a freakish night.

Melody and Jackie lifted Sylvia and Katrina up to their knees. Both of them were bound to the thighs in industrial wrap and showing signs of withdrawal.

"You switched their drugs. Must have been when I went upstairs." Westron couldn't get his voice louder than a murmur. He wasn't even sure he said it out loud.

The two young girls pinched the noses and cheeks of the stupefied women, forcing them to open their mouths. Kathy calmly walked over and every so carefully, dribbled a bit of Westron's essence into their mouths.

The women's tongues grasped at the stringy mucus like drowning victim's hands to a lifeline. Then they fell back and experienced a very personal splendor.

Satisfied that her noble work was done, Kathy swallowed and entered the paradise she had ached for all night. Now she had no doubts, no insecurities. He life was simple. Her life was complete, like a wheel, and her axis was Doctor James Westron, the finest man on Earth.

Melody and Jackie set about cutting the women from their bonds.

The morning was pleasant. Sylvia and the girls fixed breakfast. Larry was already at work taking down the rusty Christmas lights. Everyone let Kathy, Kimmy and Jim have some time to get to know each other better.

Jim's bladder did not betray him. It stirred in in the morning when nothing else did. He scooted down the bed, between Kimmy and Kathy. Before entering the master bath, he turned. Kimmy looked like an angel. Kathy seemed to stir. He ran into the bathroom before he did something stupid.

He lifted the seat and relieved himself. Then he flushed and washed his hands. The man in the mirror looked very good considering all the happened. He heard the toilet seat drop and turned.

It was Kathy, still dressed in the lacy blue panties and bra. "See? I really don't mind putting the seat down."

Westron was man enough not to fabricate an excuse. "I don't what to say."

She stepped up behind him. "It's not your fault. I couldn't resist what made you happy anymore than I could."

"So. I guess we are stuck with each other."

"I guess so."

"I need to pee."

"I'll take a shower." Westron almost looked to disrobe. Then he simply turned on the showerhead and slipped in. He let the hot water wash over his face and he tried to forget. He felt a draft, then long, slender fingers stroked his back. He turned. She was beautifully tan. He never noticed that before. The two lovers embraced. Westron accepted the inevitability of it all.

The hot water ran down their bodies in rivulets. Their mouthes explored each other, as did their hands. Jim's lover bared her neck and he kissed his way down it, arriving at her right breast. She sighed in happiness. He gorged on it, he feasted on it, just as he hand longed to do for many months.

Then his hands cupped her cheeks. Kathy knew what to expect. She jumped up a bit and wrapped her legs around him. The then man and woman adjusted themselves until they fit; he inside her, she around him.

Jim was in heaven. Her cunt was hot, buttery smooth, perfect. She had even shaved. He humped her like he humped no woman before. Kathy barked and gasped but spoke no discernable word. Jim's face was buriend in her shoulder. He was lost in the moment too.

They knocked the shower door open. Their wild motions carried them outside the stall. Kathy's ass at last came to rest on the counter. Jim fucked her with abandon. Kathy rested her hands backwars, palms flat on the cold, tile surface. Then she grasped him again.

Jim's humping carried them outside the bathroom and at last onto the bed.

Kimmy let out a Sulanese oath at the two rutting animals hit the mattress. Jim grunted and bellowed. Kathy screamed and shouted. Kathy finnaly lost all motor control and splayed herself on the bed. Jim used the extra room to pull back farther for each thrust. Kathy moaned then whimpered with the recoil.

Kimmy was impressed. She slid out of bed to admire the lovers better.

Jim's trusts grew more and more desperate. Kathy snapped and gripped him with her nails pulling him in. He arched his back willing himself to share her orgasm. The two shared a scream.

Downstairs, the girls giggled. Katrina and Sylvia shared a knowing look and smiled.

Jim left himself in and looked down on his beautiful, beautiful wife. Her hiar was plastered and wet. Her skin was flushed. Her make up was streaked and he loved her. But she was tired. Kimmy was right there.

He withdrew. "Suck it." Kimmy knelt elegantly and performed as requested. Already he could feel his blood fill it. "That's good." He pulled Kimmy up to him.

While Kathy rested, Kimmy and Jim made love. Her pourts, her breath, her pussy, everything seem saturated with orchid. She was not much one for foreplay. She spreads her legs and drew him in. Her pushy gushed with expectation. He was like Jim stuck his dick into a swamp. Her beautiful hair spread out in a blue-black halo above her head. He crushed her heavy chest and she grunted. That was the last sound she made. She simply bit her lower lip and breathed deeply form then on. She closed her eyes to focus on the sensation surging up form her loins like a volcano's lava.

Then Jim feld someone nibbling on his ass. It was Kathy. "You want me to do this?"

She abandoned his ass and hissed in his ear. "You kidding? I want you to fuck every woman on this planet. Fucker her my love. Fuck that pussy. She's to quiet! Maker her scream, like I did."

Jim increased his thrusts and Kimmy's sighs did intensify but not enough for Kthy's liking. She snatched the tea cup."Kimmy?" Whe Kimmy opened her eyes, Kathy blew a palmfull into her eyes nose and mouth.

The effect on Jim was dramatic too. He felt re-engergized and he redoubled his efforts.

Kathy yelled at Kimmy. "No scream! Scream for the pleasure my man is giving you! Don't hold back! Let the world know he is your lord and your love! Scream!"

Kimmy squeaked. Then she squealed. Then she barked. Finally she screamed. It was Jim's name over and over again. She swore oaths in her native tongue. Her arms and legs engulfed him. She drew him close. No one had every spent so much pollen on her before. No one had cared so much about her enjoyment. Her chief kept pumping and pumping and pumping until at last she did scream, loud and lustily."Jiiiiiimmmmmmmmiiieeeeeee."

He stayed inside of her a full minute before he could escape. He rolled over to his right. Then the dual tongue bath began. The two women kissed, nibbled and licked every inch of him in gratitude of the pleasure he had brought then that day. Kimmy's silky hair tickled.

When the three came down for breakfast-come-lunch, Jim sat at the head of the table. Everyone got along just fine. The seven of them completed their plans for fixing the mess Sheffield made of things.

Doctor Westron's Seed

The End