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Pearl Ch. 01

By: Hatsuda



This story has a great deal of actuality associated with it, and while the time frame is consistent, the names have obviously been changed to protect the innocent (and the guilty). It's been a great trip!

No animals were injured in this story; no horny robots, aliens, swamp monsters, or the like are included to baffle or confuse.

If you have constructive criticism to offer, I'm grateful. If offered, please 'fess up, as it is very difficult for me to thank anyone who responds with 'anonymous.'

And, please enjoy!

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It was late into the year 1962, and I was a young 22-year old Navy medic stationed at Pearl Harbor Naval Shipyard in Hawaii. As most readers probably know, Hawaii's fall and winter are known mostly as "the rainy season" here in the 'islands.' It stays pretty much warm, but the humidity climbs to astronomical levels, and rain and mildew become a fact of life for most residents here in paradise during this season.

I was living in the 'projects' here in Pearl, in an apartment on the second floor of a barracks type complex that was originally used to house military families during the Second World War. Now it had been given over to the state to operate as affordable housing for folks too poor to afford the more opulent structures closer to Honolulu. Ironically, lower ranked service personnel qualified for this type of housing, simply because of the extremely low pay scale of enlisted personnel at that time.

Fortunately, I was a petty officer, and as such I was allowed to find accommodations off the naval base, and preferring my own private living quarters over on-base barracks, I had put my name on the applicant list for this apartment. Within 2 months, I was comfortably living in a one-bedroom apartment in this complex, and had furnished it quite decently with the meager savings I'd managed to scrape together.

I occupied the end unit on the second floor, and my next door neighbor was a young military couple, married about two years I'd gathered. The husband was a marine stationed at the same Pearl Harbor Naval Base, but assigned to the brig on base. The wife was a quite pretty young brunette, bearing an amazing resemblance to Cher, whose star was rising quickly at that time. A Lance Corporal, Bob was a typical specimen of the brave and fearless Marine Corps serviceman of this time, heavily preoccupied with weight-lifting, macho-bonding and of course, martial arts. This left his wife, Barbara, alone at home quite a bit of the time, but I didn't really bump into her too often. On the occasions where I passed her on my way down the balcony to go to work or return to my apartment, I found her very polite, but fairly withdrawn and shy. A bit slim, but having very attractive curves in all the right places, I'd have 'done' her in a heartbeat under different circumstances.

Which comes to my real reason for obtaining private quarters; I'd managed to charm a young college student from the university downtown to a life of relative sin and debauchery with me while she studied for her degree. She seemed to feel that shacking up with a young sailor was 'cool', and a suitable statement to her independence from her folks back on the mainland U.S. Hey, the sex was good, and she provided me with a fair amount of intellectual stimulation, something that I lacked in the barracks back on base, so the arrangement worked out well for both of us as long as it lasted.

Alas, all good things seemed destined to end, and all too soon. My roommate had finally run out of college funds after the first semester, and her folks had decided to move her back closer to home on the 'mainland' U.S. where the educational process was a bit more affordable. Of course, that left me at point zero once again as far as companionship was concerned.

I was in no particular hurry to get attached again right away, as there were always plenty of attractive young tourists on the local beaches to get acquainted with when time and circumstances permitted. Unfortunately, the frequent unexpected squalls and rainstorms made the beach scene rather 'iffy' during our rainy season. Right now though, I had the annoying task of getting my small apartment back into bachelor mode, stocking up the 'fridge' with lots of cheap beer and TV dinners, and moving my belongings back into the spaces vacated by my recently departed roommate.

It was about a month after my roommate left that I noticed a pleasant addition to the family next door. As I returned from work on the base one early afternoon, I noted a slightly younger version of Barbara sprawled out on a lounge chair set up just next to their front doorway. Located just right to catch the afternoon sun, she seemed to be intent on catching whatever rays she could from the unpredictable weather. As I walked past her, I slowed my pace to get a better look at this Barbara "clone", and see if there might be an opportunity to introduce myself.

She lay face-up on the lounge chair, wearing a pair of sunglasses to cover her eyes. Since she hadn't moved or acknowledged my presence in any way once I'd passed her chair, I assumed that she might even be asleep. With that thought in mind, I stopped, turned and examined her more closely. Long flowing black hair framed her head. She possessed wonderfully sensuous lips, glistening with what I guessed was some sort of lip balm, and definitely a very sexy, Cher-like nose. Wearing a yellow bikini top and bottom, rather skimpy for the even the '60's, and well-greased with sun-tan lotion, she was definitely 'wet-dream' material. Taking my time, I moved my gaze slowly up her figure, noting long slender legs, ending in what could only be described as a 'heavenly junction' where they disappeared into her bikini bottoms. I saw no stray strands of hair, so surmised that she probably kept that little bit of heaven well-trimmed, or even shaven.

My mind was wandering into even more erotic observations when I was startled out of my reverie by someone behind me clearing their throat. As I jumped and turned around I saw Barbara just inside her doorway, watching me as I was watching the young lady in the lounge chair. She smiled at me apologetically, and said "Well, Jim, I can see that I really need to properly introduce you to my baby sister."

Suddenly the figure in the lounge chair came to life, and raising her sunglasses, she turned to her older sister and said "Damn it, Barb... I'm NOT a baby, and if you'd waited just a little longer I could've really checked him out!" At that she turned to me and laughed; a wonderfully playful laugh, and apologized to me. "I'm sorry," she said. "I couldn't help but take advantage of your rather detailed examination to return the favor."

By now, I was blushing profusely, trying to think of a graceful way out of this awkward situation. Busted, I thought. However, the ladies were being very gracious about my boorishness, and proceeded with introductions as though I'd just walked up. Barb introduced her sister as Beth, a 3rd year nursing student from SDSU in California. Beth had come to the "islands" for two reasons; to house-sit for Barb and Bob when they left in a few days for a visit to their parents in Texas and California, and to take a well-earned vacation from the rigors of college. 

Barb explained that she and her husband planned on being gone for at least 2 weeks, possibly 3, depending on the health of her mother who was convalescing from heart surgery. Bob was expecting orders to California, and they would be moving in a few months, so they were taking advantage of the situation to check out housing and visit relatives.

She was hoping that I'd keep an eye on things, including her sister while they were gone. "You know," she said, "just check in on things once in a while." I noticed that Beth was giving her a dirty look just about now, but I sensed a 'happening' in the making and spoke up. "I think that Beth looks perfectly capable of taking care of herself, but I'll be around if she thinks she needs any help." Giving me a grateful look, and wrinkling her nose at her sister, Beth said, "I've come this far, dear sister, I can certainly take care of myself for a little while over here... You just take care of yourself and Bob."

Not wanting to get involved in a sisterly dispute, no matter how benign, I quickly excused myself and went to my apartment. She certainly was a beauty, I thought. Not that her older sister wasn't, but at least she seemed like she could be a bit fun. We'll see, I thought.

Then, something happened that changed the whole picture. I had duty at the Medical Clinic on the base the next day, and was assigned to an ambulance crew for the 24 hour shift. About 2:00 AM we received a call from the Hawaiian State Police, informing us that a couple of our servicemen had been involved in a fiery collision on the highway just outside our main gate. My crew mustered quickly and proceeded in "Shin-plaster One", the code name for our ambulance, to the front gate, expecting anything as usual.

Once we approached the gate, the State Police quickly gave us a very noisy escort to the scene of the accident about a half block away, where we could see an automobile off the side of the road, with flames leaping high into the early morning sky! The police were already providing first aid to two casualties on the road tarmac. My medic assistants quickly gathered up their equipment and ran to their assistance, while I radioed in details to the Base Medical Clinic. While I was preparing the Clinic for incoming patients, I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye at the crash site. There appeared to be yet another victim in the back seat of the car that had apparently been overlooked by the police!

Dropping my mike, I ran to the rear door of the blazing auto, and without thinking about consequences, I grabbed the door handle and yanked it open with all of my strength! I quickly grabbed the young serviceman, who was absolutely in panic, and pulled him to safety. Getting him to settle down, I yelled at one of my assistants to come and take care of him. I'd have done it myself, but I now knew that my hands had been burned pretty badly, and I would need some assistance myself.

"Shin-Plaster Two and Three" were dispatched that night as well, and the casualties were transported to the facilities where their injuries might best be taken care of. I was brought back to the Clinic, and the doctor on duty spent the next couple of hours cleaning and dressing my hands. By the time he finished, I had what appeared to be 'boxing gloves' on, and a bottle of pain killers to sedate me.

I slept well into the afternoon, and fortunately it was a Saturday, so I didn't have to face the entire workday staff with my ridiculous injury. What the hell was I thinking, anyhow? When I managed to get the sleep out of my head, and had taken enough of the pain pills to take the edge off the screaming pain from my hands, I was given a choice; I could either get myself admitted to Tripler Army Hospital for follow-up treatment, or return to my apartment for a while. IF, I could convince the Clinic staff that I had the necessary support there to take care of the usual things; like bandage changes, bathroom visits, bathing, etc.

The last thing I wanted was a group of my subordinates giving me bed baths, wiping my ass whenever I went to the bathroom, or feeding me. No one at the base knew that my previous roommate had left for the 'states' yet, so I used that to get my ticket back to my apartment. I convinced them that she could perform all of these necessary functions. How I would manage any of those 'other' things once I got there, I had no idea. But, I thought I could figure out something.

The Clinic sedan delivered me to my apartment complex about 4:00 pm Saturday afternoon, and the driver helped me up the stairway and down the outside passageway to my apartment. I was still dressed in a clinic blue gown, underneath which was nothing but my boxers, socks and shoes. 

As we approached my doorway, Barbara suddenly burst through her doorway, blocking our way back to my apartment. She immediately wanted to know what had happened, and pestered the medic that had assisted me until he finally told her, "Look, he's a fuckin' hero! Oops! Sorry, miss." And he went on to relate all that had happened much earlier that morning. But, he added, since I had someone at home to take care of my convalescent needs, they allowed me to come home. However, I had to report back to the clinic in a week for a checkup, just to make sure that everything was healing well.

It was at this time I shot a beseeching look at Barb. I'd lied to these people, and I didn't want them to know it. Catching my look, and understanding what I might be concerned about, she quickly came to my rescue. "Yeah," she said. "We have a nurse on this floor that is not working at the moment, and I'm sure she'll be happy to take care of our little hero."

Thinking that Barb was referring to my roommate, the driver nodded his head and winked at me, passing over a heavy bundle of my clothing, clean dressing supplies, and the medicinal salves and antibiotics that were to be used in my daily changes to her. Barb accepted the package, and raising an eyebrow at me, escorted me into her living room.

After the driver had finally left, she turned to me and said, "Jim, just what the hell were you thinking? Just how did you expect to treat yourself in those, those... boxing gloves?" How could I explain to her my situation? Here I was, doped up on pain-killers, wrapped up like a Christmas present, struggling with my pride, and trying to figure out how I was going to answer those questions that she'd just thrown at me. 

Having given me more than enough time to answer, Barb had finally gotten an idea as to how my dilemma was going to work out. Interrupting my dumb look, she said, "OK, I'll make you a deal, mister hero; I'll talk Beth into checking in on you and changing your dressings, but you'll have to promise me that you'll keep an eye on her while we're gone. Got it?" Thoughts were still stumbling through my head, and I couldn't really sort them out. Not being able to figure out a better resolution to my problem at the moment, I simply nodded my head 'yes.'

Barb dragged me over to her couch and made me sit down. Sensing that I wasn't quite 'with it' at the moment, she told me to stay there while she fixed me something to eat. She must have been clairvoyant, because I'd had nothing to eat since the accident, and was starving. Along with the hunger, the pain in my hands was slowly returning, and the only thing I could think about at the moment was that I'd need my medicine soon.

As I was thinking about that, I heard the front door slam, and Beth came slowly walking into the room. I guess you'd say she was 'walking', but she moved like she was on a catwalk, and she had a two-piece swimsuit on that left little to the imagination! Between my medicated state, my lack of companionship lately, and the vision in front of me, my groin began to lose control. As my bath-robe began to slowly rise in front of me, I pulled my hands from my sides and placed them in my lap to hide the obvious interest that my cock had suddenly taken in her.

Surprised, Beth walked over to me and, turning to Barb who was just returning from the kitchen with a sandwich for me, said, "Hey sis! What's going on? Entertaining Mr. handsome in our living room, and in his pajamas?" Fortunately, she was so busy teasing her older sister that she hadn't noticed the rigid problem I was wrestling with in my lap.

Barb quickly explained what had happened to me that morning, and then pulled her into the kitchen, to give her instructions on my treatment, I hoped. By the time they returned, I had struggled through my sandwich (ever try to eat a sandwich with boxing gloves on...?), which had left debris all over myself and the floor. My intense hard-on had also subsided as well, somewhat. I mumbled my apologies, and sensing the pain was getting too much of an edge on me, asked for a dose of painkiller.

Beth quickly sorted through the bundle I'd brought with me, and finding the medication fed it to me quickly with a small glass of water. She then explained to me that she and Barb had agreed that Beth would take care of me until I could take care of myself, and that all I had to do was ask if I needed anything. After she'd said that, I thought I saw a twinkle in her eye, but in my condition, it could have been my imagination. Seeing the mess that I'd made out of the sandwich, she also told me that she'd be making me something to eat until I could feed myself.

Once we'd worked out the details of what I'd probably need in the way of assistance, both Barb and Beth escorted me back to my apartment so that I could finally get some rest. I whispered to Barb to remain behind a bit after Beth returned to their apartment, as I had one last request to make before she left my apartment, and it was a little embarrassing.

After Beth had left, Barb asked me what the favor was, and I hesitantly explained to her that I couldn't drop my boxers to go to the bathroom myself, but if she'd quickly drop them to the floor, I could just keep them off, and I'd be able to do "my thing" without assistance. I could sense my face was flaming red, but if I expected to be independent in any way whatsoever, I would have to get them off. Unfortunately, while I was asking her this, my cock had again begun to swell, and a rather substantial tent in my boxer shorts was painfully evident.

Smiling, Barb quickly knelt down in front of me, and pulling up my bathrobe, she was immediately confronted with my rather substantial hard-on. Once I spotted the shocked look on her face, I quickly turned around and suggested that she pull my shorts down from behind. After a moment, she did so, and I felt the warm breeze from my living room blow softly across my ass and balls.

Getting up from the floor, and helping me retrieve my shorts from the floor, Barb turned to face me with a wide grin on her face and asked, "Well, Jim, is there anything else I can do for you before I go?" Thanking her, I said no, and escorted her to my door. Exhausted, I turned to relieve my bladder before hitting the sack for some well-earned rest. 

While taking my constitution, I noted yet another awkward facet of my condition. I couldn't seem to keep the clinic bathrobe out of the stream of my urine, simply because it was donned backwards to a regular bathrobe. Making a bit of a mess, I traded it in on a bathrobe that opened in the front, so I could at least pull the sides back out of the way of my 'business.' Solving this problem only created another one, as I was soon to find out.

Sunday morning, at about 11:00am, there was a knock at the door, and in came Beth, dressed in shorts and a blouse tied at the waist. I swear, if she were dressed in a circus tent, she'd still get my blood pumping! All business now, she directed me to a seat, and snipping off my old dressings, she carefully surveyed the damage done to my hands. I had a few nickel-sized blisters on my palms, and the rest of the areas were beet red. Painful? You bet! Fortunately, I had no 3rd degree burns, and my recovery was expected to take place within the next couple of weeks.

I had to give her credit, she was quite professional, and after cleaning the injuries, she wrapped them back up (this time with thinner bindings) in no time at all. Reaching into the basket that she'd brought with her, she came up with a couple of delicious ham and cheese sandwiches, one of which she proceeded to hand-feed to me. 

While she was taking care of me, while feeding herself, I noticed that she kept looking down, obviously distracted. Following her gaze I was shocked to see that my robe had fallen slightly apart, but enough so that my cock and balls were plainly in sight! Worse yet, while sitting there with her, my cock had been slowly getting hard, as though to acknowledge her presence.


Pearl Ch. 01



 First there is no sex in this story, and it is a first story so beware of armatures. It takes place in the Swarm Cycle universe.

The Swarm Cycle is a collection of stories written around a concept introduced by the Thinking Horndog about an alien invasion and Earth's reaction to it. The intent is for it to be a public, multi-author universe after the fashion of the popular Naked in School stories. The Sa'arm, an apparently insectiod race, is sweeping across this galactic arm toward the center. The communicate by some sort of ESP, and ignore any race that does not. In their path is the Confederacy, a Galactic civilization that universally practices nonviolence -- and Earth..

The swarm universe is not available on Literotica, but my stories aren't representative of it. One of the basic ideas is that people who score above a 6.5 on an objective "CAP" test, given by a computer AI, will be allowed to select concubines (slaves) to take off-Earth as a reward for fighting the swarm. The higher your score the more slaves you are entitled to take. A perfect score of ten gives you ten slaves. 

The method of being enlisted in the alien army is done by a pick-up where an area is surrounded by a force field and those with a high enough score are allowed to choose their volunteers. Generally this is done by a "test-drive" of said volunteers. Once chosen a concubine has no rights and a dissatisfied owner can and frequently does space concubines.

I have written a counter story where a man with a very high score is using a different set of criteria to pick his concubines.

There are some terrific stories in this "universe" and obviously I enjoyed many. 

Finally, as DG Hear says, thanks for taking the time to read my story and please let me know what you think of my it and my writing. 

*

This was my tenth pickup, and frankly it didn't look too promising. They'd picked a popular watering hole that was featuring the first two drinks free for ladies. Granted there was a large selection of women to choose from, but I didn't think I'd find what I was looking for.

Let me explain a bit about myself. My name is Jim Fellows and I'm sixty-seven, although after the Confederation treatments you wouldn't know it. I look twenty-six and fit. I'd been married to the same wonderful woman, Pearl, for forty-five years when she died from an AAA (Abdominal Aortic Aneurysm) in a podunk town on our way to camp in the Grand Tetons.

It was a case of criminal negligence on the part of the ER doctor, one he and the hospital paid a large fortune to ameliorate. I asked him three times to check for AAA, since it had killed her mother, and the arrogant son of a bitch told me, in barely understandable English, that he was the doctor, not me, and he would treat my wife for what she had, not what I dreamed up.

I got the whole thing on my phone's recorder. I watched my wife suffer for almost eight hours before she finally died. At least he gave her morphine, which eased her pain.

But, I digress. It was shortly after she died that the Confederacy showed up and began passing out CAP scores. I took the test, but before I would agree to volunteer I forced the AI to allow me to attend as many pickups as needed to find concubines who would be compatible with me. I guess a lifetime of working with Artificial Intelligence paid off for me because it was in my contract.

So this was my tenth pickup on my third ship and I'd only found one concubine. Actually, she wasn't really what I was looking for, but was the granddaughter of a dear friend. A real jackass was getting ready to give her a test drive with no intention of taking her when I stepped in. Jessica found someone else on the ship she wanted and is now pregnant with her first child. Her sponsor is a good man, and they're safe on the planet we've been assigned to. Now, I was back on Earth trying to fill my quota.

I waited patiently in my new nano suit while the marines sorted out the volunteers from the crowd and then isolated those who didn't want to go from those who wanted to be concubines. I'd been arguing with the AI for weeks that my task would go faster if I were allowed to check the scores of the would-be concubines before the volunteers began taking their test-drives. But I'd been unable to get around the "all volunteers are to have an equal opportunity" subroutines.

Resigned, I began at the end of the line reading CAP sub-scores, and as I feared, women who were enticed by a couple of free drinks didn't have what I was looking for. The sixth woman I checked was about three-fifths compatible and I had started to question her when I realized something unusual was happening.

One of the would-be-concubines had just asked for the volunteer's CAP card! I stopped in mid-sentence and watched as the volunteer sneered back "I've got a 6.5 and that's all you need to know horse-face!"

In a pleasant voice she answered "I'm sorry, but I need at least a 9.6." She then politely added, "Good luck with your search." I was a little shocked by the clear lack of interest she'd shown, after all she was asking to be selected. I was also intrigued. To be fair, to call her horse faced was unkind ... to a horse! She was tall, probably over six feet, if she'd had proper posture. Given her shapeless outfit, it was hard to know what her figure looked like, but I could tell from her arms that she was skinny. The outfit surprised me too. Not only was she the only candidate who was fully dressed; she was the only one who wasn't wearing clothes designed to show off her assets. She had good skin, but it had that pasty look that said that she spent all her time under artificial light. It was hard to tell much about her hair, other than that she'd never bothered to have it styled.

The volunteer, who needed a second or two for her dismissal to sink in, turned an interesting shade of puce and showing amazing speed, ripped open her blouse putting two small and not particularly well shaped breasts on display.

I've often heard the expression "my jaw dropped," but I had never experienced it until what happened next. It wasn't that the woman attempted to slap the volunteer, but that she was allowed to connect! Not only did she leave a five-fingered-handprint, but the female marine standing next to the jerk stopped his retaliation!

The woman made no attempt to cover her breasts, but in a voice cold enough to freeze nitrogen said, "Never cast your pearls before swine! Now, leave before I'm forced to hurt you."

I know that they'd announced that "No meant no" when testing a would-be-concubine, but I'd never seen it actually enforced, or need to be. I handed back the CAP card to the woman I'd been talking to and walked over to the anachronism. She was young, I'd guess no more than twenty-two, and was totally unconcerned about what had happened

"You do know volunteers with a 9.6 are about as scarce as hen's teeth, don't you?" She gave me an indulgent smile, but made no effort to cover her breasts ... she might have been more attractive if she had.

"Actually, I won't settle for anything less than a 9.8 but I didn't want to embarrass him. I didn't have high hopes for this pickup, but it was convenient; so I thought I see how they're done first hand."

She said it with such quiet confidence that I ignored the implication that she'd been able to anticipate this pickup and asked, "Why do you think you need someone with that high a score? I mean, I can understand someone wanting to know more about her sponsor, but what could one volunteer do for you that another couldn't?

"Actually, that isn't my only requirement, but anyone with a score of 9.8 or above would certainly be offered a planetary governorship, and I want to be a governor's wife."

If she'd used any other tone, I would've immediately lost all interest. I hate social climbers and the only thing worse is someone who's power hungry too. I just didn't get that feeling from her.

"My name's Jim, what's yours?"

She held out her hand for and old-fashioned handshake, "My name's Teresa."

"You do know that you're not applying for the role of wife, but something very close to slavery don't you?"

"Yes, well, I'm quite prepared to do all the sexual things that my husband might want to do. I've made a study of sexual acts, and while I might find some uncomfortable, I'm prepared to be an active participant as long as my needs are met too."

I was a bit stunned at the flatness of her voice, "Have you had a lot of sexual experience?"

"Of course not, I'm not married! My daddy told me that if I wasn't ready to marry the guy, what made me think I was ready to risk having a baby with him. All birth control has risks, and it just made good sense to me. I haven't met a man I thought I might want to have babies with, yet."

"You do know that one of your prime duties will be to have your sponsor's babies, don't you?"

"Yes, I like the idea of having babies, with the right man of course."

"You're prepared to become a part of a harem with someone you've known less than an hour? That doesn't make sense to me."

"The Confederacy sub-scores will tell me as much about a man as months of dating would, and if we're a good match that'll be enough ... of course, he'd have to forgo all his other choices if he wants me, I'll only go as a wife. I mean, I'll have to obey him, be a proper Victorian wife. I mean I'll be modern about the sex but I'll be the perfect subordinate wife. That won't be a problem for me with the right man."

"You have a submissive side?"

"Not really, but I'm prepared to accept the role to get what I need ... I can live with having to make all of my body available, actually that sounds fun, but I'll put up with all the rest as long as I have time and resources to pursue my passion."

I stepped back and blinked several times. There wasn't an ounce of arrogance in her tone or body language yet she'd made it clear that she thought she was worth what she was asking. "Do you think you'll find who you're looking for, someone who will want you that much?"

"My father told me a story about a man who found a perfect pearl, and sold everything he had in order to buy it. I'd come home crying because I was the only girl in sixth grade that no boy had given a Valentine card. He told me I was a pearl of great price and if a man wasn't prepared to give up everything for me; he wasn't worthy of me. I believed him, and I still do."

That was the second reference to pearls she'd made. It gave me a weird feeling.

"Where's your father now, do you still live at home?"

"I still live at home, but both my parents were killed in a private plane crash right after my freshman year in high school. I've lived alone there ever since. Look, I don't mean to be unkind, and I am enjoying talking to you, but if you aren't what I need, shouldn't we both be looking for someone else?"

I smiled, "That might be true, but we can probably waste a few more minutes. Aren't you scared of what will happen to you when the dickheads get here? Isn't that a good reason to settle for less than your ideal?"

She frowned, "I've heard that we're supposed to be scared of the swarm, but I haven't been able to figure out why."

I started to say, "Because they'll eat you like an apple when they get here," but clearly she'd heard that and still wasn't scared. "Why aren't you afraid of them?"

"Well, if they do come here, I suppose we'll have to get rid of them, but that shouldn't be too hard. Of course I wouldn't do it personally, but I can think of at least two maybe three things that should work. The problem will be getting rid of them without committing genocide. It just depends on..."

"Not too hard!" I blurted, she'd been so nonchalant that I couldn't help it. I suddenly wondered if I HAD been wasting my time. "Would you mind if I look at your CAP card?"

She frowned, looked me straight in the eye, and I could see her make a decision, "Not if you don't mind me looking at yours. I do have to tell you that except for the intelligence rating I've altered most of the rest. I just couldn't seem too..."

"Do you know the penalty for counterfeiting your CAP card..."

"I didn't change the card, I just made sure I scored what I wanted to when I took the test so it doesn't show my real personality." She said as she handed me her card and took out her own reader. It wasn't a Confederacy reader, it had a sleek human design, and I suspected it might have a few extra features built in.

I was nonplused; "No one can cheat on the CAP test..."

"I told you I didn't cheat; once the test started I figured out the algorithm and then I just made sure I got the scores I wanted, not my real scores, except the intelligence test. I couldn't bring that one down enough.

She already had my card in her reader and was studying it carefully before I looked at her overall score, a 6.4! I checked her intelligence score. It was a ten, but had an asterisk. It was beyond the ability of the Confederacy to measure! She had a 2.8 in aggression, and everything else was a 6.4!

As far as I, and my reader, could tell it was an authentic CAP card, but I decided to check with the AI.

"The card is authentic, but the scores are impossible..." There was a long pause, "This subject is of great interest. She was asked to volunteer at the time she took her test, refused, and then disappeared. If you can convince her to be your concubine, she will not count against your quota, in fact, you will be authorized to pick an additional nine concubines. We will authorize ten additional concubines if she will volunteer. She will be required to work in research..." Another long pause, "She will be allowed to select any area she wishes to work in if she will volunteer and also explain how she has obtained her scores."

Now that was very, very interesting! I knew the aliens would not allow anyone to be forced into volunteering, and it seemed as they wanted Teresa even more than they wanted me! A Pearl of great price indeed!

After a quick glance I had to ask, "Why were you here today? You're not from here, and I can't believe you'd drive a hundred miles for two free drinks."

She continued to study my card and replied absently, "I calculated this would be the next pickup ... you have some very interesting sub-scores. I didn't think I'd be able to find scores like yours, we should continue our conversation. Would you like to go someplace quiet, without all these distractions?"

"Perhaps, but you do know about the interdiction field? We're sort of trapped here until they take it down."

"Oh!" Well!" She shrugged. "I can open that if you'd like. I wasn't sure I'd be able to make it here in time so I designed this to allow me in if I was late." She held up another slickly designed gadget. "I could use it to leave if you'd like. If they leave without us, I've already calculated several other nearby pickups."

Again the unusual tone, she might have been talking about the local bus schedule, and I knew that only the AI knew the schedules! Could she have...

"Have you hacked the AI?"

Her head jerked back, and I actually saw injured innocence. "I didn't hack anything! I just asked for the protocols when I took the test, and AI gave them to me. I had to design an interface, but that wasn't hard."

"What is it that you do? What sort of job do you have that allows you to make your gadgets?"

She blushed, "I think I'm listed as a professor of advanced nano-technology at the University. They told me I had to have a title to keep accounting happy and to justify my expenses, but I've never been asked to teach classes. I just do my research and someone takes care of all the rest. The University has assigned extra grad students whenever I've asked; they've really been very nice. Is my title important to you? I know it is to some of the faculty, I've never understood why, I'm sure I can find out if you'd like."

I had a great aunt that used the expression "vexed." I've never known exactly what it meant until I saw her expression. She was VEXED!

"I really don't want to leave them, it's really a little embarrassing. They've given me everything they can, but it's going to take years get my lab where it needs to be. I've looked at Confederacy technology, and they already have what I want.

"I finally decided that I'm going to have to leave if I'm not going to waste years. Do you think I should give them notice? I read that being picked up takes care of all that legal stuff, not that I ever signed a contract."

She took a deep breath and I heard something new in her voice when she said, "So, if you can get me my lab setup I'll be your wife."

AI's response was so loud I thought for a second it was audible, "Your destination planet is already designated for research, and this subject will be given whatever she wishes if she will volunteer." There was another long pause, "and you will be allowed twenty concubines."

"I think I can manage what you're asking, but how do I know I'd like you as a wife?"

She blinked several times, and I saw another expression I've never expected to see. She was gob smacked! "Oh, um ... I thought if I'd agree to be your sex slave and do any other silly game you want to play ... I mean if I'd let you make my body into whatever you want it to be, let you change me to look like your favorite fantasy and change my looks as often as you wish, that that would be enough. I suppose you could make me a virgin over and over and I'll act the part. I'm not sure about being constantly pregnant, but I guess that's part of the deal with the Confederacy."

"There's a lot more to a wife than sex. I had a wonderful wife for forty-five years, and sex was not what kept us together or made us so happy. You say I'm a very good match for you, how do I know you're a good match for me? Then there's the idea that you think you can defeat the dickheads. How do you plan to do that?"

"As I said, I could never do it personally. I couldn't even tell someone else how to do it. That's why I refused to volunteer. I just couldn't kill another mother's child ... The easiest way would be biological attack, but that's not my field. I do know we can design nanobots that can do the same thing."

I'd done that jaw-dropping thing again. A phrase I remember being attributed to Gordon Dickerson by Jerry Pournelle in "Lucifer's Hammer" came to mind, " Trouble rather the tiger in his lair, than the sage among his books. For to you, kings and armies are things mighty and enduring, but to him they are but toys of the moment to be overturned by the flick of a finger or the turning of a page."

"Don't look at me like that! I said I couldn't do it personally. I couldn't kill a sentient being; I'm just saying that since I know how to do it, others can do it too."

"Wait a second; that sort of 'bot would have to be self-replicating. I've been told that an all-in-one 'nanobot' would be the size of a baseball, which of course couldn't do the micro work required. A generalized self-replicating 'bot would have to be much larger."

Her eyebrows shot up and she had a puzzled look on her face, "Oh? I don't know who told you that. I mean, if we use the Confederacy model that would be true, but their design is far from optimal. That's my passion. I've got a whole new generation of 'bots designed but my lab can't build them. I need a Confederacy lab to do it. I mean the general purpose 'bots, not the killer kind. As I said, I wouldn't design those personally. Besides, those can be done with our own tech, or at least what the Confederacy has given us. They don't have to be general purpose, you just have to have a couple of Swarm to test them on ... that's another part I just couldn't do."

She paused, and if it weren't impossible I would have sworn she was accessing the AI. Then she turned to me and in a humble voice asked, "Would you let me show you my real scores, I think I'm a good match for you. The only thing I'm really worried about is our age difference, but I'm really very mature for my age. I'll be what you want..."




Pearl Ch. 01



"You still want me give up a harem? What about when you're not in the mood?"

She gave me the same look that Pearl used to give me when I was being dense. "You can tweak my libido to whatever you want. The only time I won't be 'in the mood' is when you're not."

She paused again and her expression turned wistful, "I don't know what love is, but I will hold no part of myself back from you. I will give you my complete respect, loyalty and devotion."

She took a deep breath, let it out in a rush, "Do you think you might ... could fall a little in love with me ... when you make me look like ... well you know who you want me to look like, don't you?"

She stood there, her breathing now shallow, so vulnerable. This wasn't the confident scientist, who took Universities wooing her as naturally as breathing. No this was the girl who'd been rejected in her first blush of womanhood. I could see that her heart could be crushed as easily as the most delicate orchid.

Her lips didn't tremble, there weren't tears in her eyes, but they were nearby. Through those liquid eyes, I saw into her soul and it touched me ... but I'm sixty-seven, I will not act like some mushy teen.

Still, I felt my face soften and while I'd tried for gruff, I'm afraid I sounded more choked as I said, "Love doesn't work that way. I'll accept that you think your scores are perfect for me, but if I'm going to give up everything for you, I need to know you. We need a few weeks for courting..."

"But won't you have to change me first...?" there was a tiny but emotionally charged hesitation, "I've been told I'm not very pretty..."

In those few words I saw her huge dike of denial tremble. All the pain, all the nasty comments were being held back by her loving father's few words about pearls. Before I understood what I was doing, I was dismantling my own thick, high walls, walls built since Pearl's death in order to shore up hers "As you said, we can change your looks later, if you really want to, but those are so unimportant..."

Before I could finish, a brilliant smile made my words true. The danger was gone, the troubled waters stilled and I saw what I'd only seen in Pearl: unconditional commitment. If my bladder hadn't been renewed, she would have scared the piss out of me. In forlorn desperation, I changed the subject.

"Can you really break through the interdiction barrier?" She gave me a look I knew too well. It was the one Pearl gave me when she was saying "I'm going to let you get away with changing the subject, but we're not done yet." I tried to ignore it and plodded on, "Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? Can you think what would happen if it fell into the hands of something like Earth First?"

She gave me a blank look, "Earth First? Isn't that one of those old environmental groups? Why would they want one? Besides, anyone could build one. The AI was quite plain about how it was done. All I had to do was build a diverter to..."

"How many people know about that little device?"

"No one, I actually built this myself. I didn't think I'd need it but I worried that my timing forecast might be off so I did."

I admit, I was a tiny bit skeptical; so, after checking with AI about a safe location, she opened a door exactly like the one I'd heard about being done at a state fair, and we left.

Once we got to her car, she gave me a different card, and her reader. I sat in the passenger seat and studied it. She was right, a perfect match. She gave me Pearl's look that said, "You remember that conversation we interrupted? We're going to finish it now."

I cleared my throat, "Teresa, having a harem never really appealed to me. I'm a one woman sort of man, but I hate not to use our slots to evacuate..."

She interrupted me, "I never meant that we shouldn't take people with us, I don't think the Eugenics concept works well with humans, but there are all sorts of people who would make our colony more pleasant. The CAP test doesn't score artistic talent very highly, and while I'm not a big fan of most 'modern art' I do think we need to have all the arts to have a decent society. Perhaps you could use your nineteen slots..."

I smiled, I knew I'd found my perfect pearl, and nothing was too high a price ... I just didn't want to let her know it yet. It was going to be hard enough trying to keep up with her, but oh what interesting times it will be! 



Pearl Ch. 01



I quickly fumbled to cover myself, apologizing profusely. Thinking that I'd screwed up this opportunity to remain home while healing, I tried to think of some excuse I could use to keep Beth on track with my treatments. Looking over at her, however, I noted that while her gaze indeed was intent, her face was also flushed, and she couldn't seem to keep her eyes off my lap. I also noticed that the skin beneath her chin to where her blouse opened on her chest was also bright red.

Slowly clearing her throat, Beth said, "Uhm... Don't worry about that, I'm...uhm, a nurse, ...almost a nurse you know." I tactfully waited while she composed herself, and had a chance to clean up the mess that the dressing change and the sandwiches had created. She then laughingly took her leave, shooting back over her shoulder, "You better stop teasing me, sailor." Nice recovery, I thought.

There's just something about having too much time on your hands, particularly when you're having to re-learn how to do ordinary things, like going to the bathroom, turning on the TV, changing channels (no remote in those days), trying to open a bottle of beer with boxing gloves on, etc. Added to all this, I was beginning to spend too much time thinking about the sexy broad next door, and wondering if I could ever learn to 'jack-off' again with these bandages on my hands (actually I thought I could figure that out, but my hands were too painful at that time.)

Promptly at 5:00pm she popped into my living room once again. It seemed to me that she had managed somehow to expose even more skin with the outfit that she wore. Short-shorts; and a bra that did more to expose her B+'s than to conceal anything. Again, she instructed me to sit while she changed my dressings. Having magically produced a small, nutritious evening meal from her basket, she cracked open a couple of my beers, and we chatted for a while. Apparently her sister and her brother were leaving for the mainland first thing in the morning, so Beth was probably going to be a little late on my dressing change Monday morning. No problem, I told her. Another pair of beers was opened. As we talked, I suggested that she take a bit of time off and try to meet some guys while on vacation, since she was still single.

She laughed, and cracked yet another pair of beers. Actually she said, Barb had suggested that she strike up with me. While they had been living next to me, they had gotten the impression that I was a 'steady-eddie', or a reliable young man, even when shacked up with my old girlfriend. Dropping her head, and apparently thinking a bit, she suddenly looked up at me, with a grin on her face and stated, "I shouldn't even tell you this, but Barb said that she'd 'jump' you if she ever had a weak moment." At that, she began to laugh. My reaction however, was to try to control the development of another 'woody.' My horniness was beginning to develop a mind of its own lately.

I was beginning to love that laugh. It was becoming apparent however, that she was starting to get just a little 'tipsy,' and before I screwed things up by making the wrong move, I helped her clean up the debris from her ministrations, and helped her to the door. I couldn't however, conceal the fact that my cock more than appreciated her presence, and she had definitely taken notice. At the door, she turned around, looked at me a bit quizzically, rose up on her tip-toes and planted a quick kiss on my lips. Taken by surprise, I could only stand there dumbly. Sensing that she had me by surprise, she quickly reached down, took hold of my robe and pulled it open, exposing my raging hard-on to her gaze.

She stood there for a moment looking at it, and then softly grazed the head of my cock with her forefinger before releasing the robe to cover me up again. I, on the other hand, was in complete lust overload. I could see that she was trying to say something, but failing that she turned and ran down the patio to her apartment.

Shaken, I returned to my room, wondering how I was going to relieve myself from my painful situation. The pain this time was from my rock-hard erection. So, I embarked upon another learning adventure; how to jack-off with boxing gloves, covering extremely painful burns on my hands. I did learn how, eventually, and the resulting climax sprayed cum from one end of my bathroom to the other. It HAD been a long, long time. I couldn't make up my mind however, whether Beth's behavior was a good thing for me or a bad thing.

Monday morning came early this week, and I found both Barb and Beth at the door. Barb wanted to say goodbye until she came back in a couple of weeks, and to ensure that I'd keep up my end of the 'bargain' she'd made with me the week before. I assured her that I'd do my best to keep track of Beth, but I also reminded her that Beth was an adult now, and could certainly do whatever it was she wanted to do while here. Satisfied with that answer, they both left for the airport. Watching the two exceptionally fine butts swinging away from me brought my lust-level to peak intensity, and I prepared myself for another lonely afternoon of clumsily trying to jack-off to this vision.

The wait for my next dressing change became longer that day; not just because Beth was skipping my morning one to take her sister and brother to the airport. I was genuinely missing her company, although the sexual frustration was beginning to make me really edgy. On schedule however, Beth came through my door about 5:00pm. This time however, she had on the very skimpy bikini that I'd see her wear that first day I met her. I fancied that I could actually see her nipples pushing out from the thin material of her bikini top, and the outline of her pussy displayed from her bottom.

Even with this brazenness, she seemed a bit shy and uncertain. Had I been completely able, I'd have pulled her into my living room and shown her what pent-up sexual frustration could really accomplish. Instead, all I could do open the door, and hold it while she entered my apartment. Unlike before, she walked straight to the kitchen and took a couple of beers from my fridge. Cracking them on her return, she offered one to me, and took a deep swig from hers. "Well," she said; "Let's get this underway." 

Again she quickly and expertly cleaned and re-dressed my hands, this time with even fewer dressings than before. This was a clear indication that I was healing, and I was grateful. I didn't have to take as much pain-killing medication as before, and I was beginning to maneuver around my apartment much easier now. This time however, she wrinkled up her nose and asked, "Whew! When was the last time you had a bath? You're getting a little intense right now." She got up and slowly walked back into the kitchen, and pulled out a couple more beers. It was a good thing I'd stocked up on my sailor's refreshment before my little accident, it seems.

She was right of course. I hadn't had a decent bath since Friday the week before, and to be quite truthful, I hadn't had a change in clothing since then either, although I only had one bathrobe to my name. What she had in mind however, wasn't entirely clear.

Handing me a beer, and taking another long pull on hers, she grabbed my arm, and pulled me to my feet. "I'm a professional, you know... a nurse and all that...," she said. As she was saying this, she was pulling me towards my bathroom. I stumbled along after her, having little choice at the moment. "Nothing personal, you understand... But you have to get cleaned up..., she muttered. Once we were next to the shower, she turned it on and adjusted the water temperature from the shower head. After that, she promptly removed my bathrobe, tossing it into the dirty laundry bin I kept nearby. 

She then produced a couple of what appeared to be latex sleeves, and slipped them on my arms, covering my bandages, and sealed them at both ends against my skin. Standing there naked did not do much to suppress my carnal appetite right then, and I promptly sported yet another impressive boner. Helpless in her firm hands, I allowed her to push me into the shower to begin my clumsy bathing process. In only a moment however, I figured out why she had worn that skimpy bikini outfit to my house this evening. Climbing in next to me in the shower, she grabbed the shampoo and began washing me down.

Rinsing my hair, she picked up the bar soap and starting from my face, scrubbed down my body to, well... the rest of my body. All this time I had lost all hope of controlling my cock, which was aimed I believe, at a spot just above her navel. Looking at her face, I saw that she seldom took her eyes off my cock, blushing slightly as her scrubbing got closer and closer to it. I also noted that her bikini top had become soaked and had begun to slip down from her breasts. My cock got even harder, if that were possible.

Saving my crotch for last, Beth lathered up her hands and began slowly washing my cock, balls and my asshole. I was trembling with pent-up lust, and was hoping that she'd take as much time as she could with the cleaning. As she scrubbed my crotch, she worked slower and slower, making sure my ass was squeaky clean, and then grasping my cock with her right hand, my balls with her left, began to jack me off. Whether or not it was intentional I couldn't tell, because she seemed to be in a trance at the moment.

On inspiration, I gasped, "Since you have me completely naked, it seems only fair that you take off your bathing suit." She stopped what she was doing for a moment, seemed to consider what I'd said, then slowly untied her bikini top and bottom, letting them fall to the floor of the shower stall. Since my crotch was thoroughly rinsed off by then, she knelt down in front of me, turned my back to the showerhead, and slowly slid her mouth onto my cock.

As she massaged my balls with her left hand, she fed my cock into her mouth with her right. I couldn't do much with my hands, but I placed my forearms on her shoulders to encourage her to take me in her mouth deeper and deeper. She gagged slightly a time or two, but never missed a stroke, slowing only to lick my balls a bit, and run her tongue up and down the shaft of my cock. The sight from my perspective was delicious; watching her lips clasp my cock, and her now bare tits shake back and forth from her sucking. Aside from my imminent orgasm, I couldn't help thinking about how her pussy might look, or how it tasted.

I held on as long as I could, but I finally had to yell out, "I'm cumming!" Giving her warning was the least I could do for what she'd just done for me. Surprisingly, my outburst only caused her to grab my ass-cheek with her left hand to haul me deeper into her mouth, and to reach between my thighs with her right to slowly scrape her fingernail across my asshole. Once she'd done that, I felt an almost electrical sensation shoot through my groin, causing me to have an orgasm that nearly melted my legs. I thought I'd never stop cumming, and although Beth had kept up with my discharge pretty well, there was still a bit of my cum dripping from her chin when I finished. Once I'd settled down, Beth took my cock in her hand, and gently milked the few remaining drops of my cum into her mouth.

Still shaking from my orgasm, I glanced down at Beth, still naked, resting on her heels, and looking up at me with a slightly glazed look on her face. Her hands were still massaging my cock and my balls, much to my satisfaction, but I figured if there was going to be a next chapter to this story, it was going to be the one that I write.

I tapped her on the shoulder and motioned her to turn off the shower. She stood up, reached past me and turned the water off, pressing the front of her naked body against mine as she did. Despite emptying my balls into her sweet mouth just moments ago, I felt my cock begin to rise again. This was going to be the most memorable treatment session that I'd had so far!

We stepped out of the shower, and Beth quickly began drying me off with towels, and removed the latex sleeves that had been keeping my dressings dry during my bath. Still paying attention to my now resurrected cock, she finished drying herself off, then grabbed it and pulled me into my bedroom. Once there, she lay back on the bed, spread her legs a bit, and motioned for me to come to her.

Once in the bedroom, I really had a chance to finally examine her body in detail. She was absolutely gorgeous! Her legs were as flawless as I'd recollected when I first laid eyes on her, right on up to her pussy, which was crowned by a well-trimmed strip of dark-brown pubic hair. The lips of her vulva were very wet and puffy, showing me that I yet had a duty, a delicious duty to perform. Her breasts were firm, showing only slightly the tan lines that she'd managed to obtain in the short time that she'd been here. Her nipples were fully erect, and her light-brown areolas were wrinkled tightly with passion.

At that moment, I never wanted anyone more than I wanted her, injury or not. Naked, and hungry in lust, I knelt upon the bed between her thighs, and bowed my head to drink from her sex. Her soft musky, sexual smell sent a strong message straight to my groin, and my cock began to jerk in anticipation. Before I took advantage of that pleasure however, I wanted to taste her. Leaning on my elbows to keep my weight off my bandaged hands, I gently wiggled my tongue from the top of her cunt, slowly moving down to the bottom, savoring the taste of her pussy juices as I moved on.

I felt her tremble as I moved my tongue into her body, lifting her hips to meet my mouth. Running my tongue softly around and across her clitoris caused her to jerk and buck under me. Her thighs began to press strongly against the sides of my face as I drank from her, and I was beginning to feel the handicap of not being able to run my hands around and into the more intimate parts of her body. Finally, she grabbed the hair on each side of my head, and pulled my face firmly into her pussy, bucking into my face with a very strong orgasm; one that I thought might rob me of my air supply!

As she slowly came down from her sexual high, I took advantage of the delay to further explore the folds of her sex with my tongue. I had tasted nothing sweeter! A natural aphrodisiac if there ever was one. Moreover, my cock apparently agreed, not having lost a bit of its rigidity during my humble performance. I was now ready for the grand finale.

I could hear her catching her breath, a signal to me that I could raise my head and move up alongside her. Once I had done that, I began to nibble on her ears and neck, slowly moving to her mouth. Since my hands were encased in bandages, I couldn't caress her body in any way, and that really bothered me. Moving my 'boxing glove' hands about was really not going to enhance my romantic prowess, but I figured that one mobile part of my body could make up for a good part of the lack of manual stroking; my mouth.

My nibbling and kissing was beginning to do its work on her, as I began to hear her breathing more heavily as I progressed across her eyes, lips, chin and now down her neck to her chest. As I caught hold of the nipple of her right tit in my teeth, she reached over to grab my still rock-hard cock. As she did so, she stroked the full length of my throbbing member and breathed, "Man, I really need this..."

Not wanting this moment to pass too quickly, I continued to suck, nibble and lick her tits; first one, then another with increasing intensity. Finally, I began trailing my tongue back down to her pussy, which was beckoning me with its subtle, sexual aroma.

At that moment, Beth surprised me by grabbing me by the hair, and blurting "NO!" Rolling over on top of me, she pinned my shoulders to the mattress, and planted her crotch squarely on mine. There was no doubt that she intended to be the one in charge from this point on. I was not in any position to object; nor did I want to. Just one look at her passion-filled face convinced me that I'd better buckle-up for the ride.

Her eyes were looking a bit wild, and her lips appeared swollen. Her whole upper body had an intense red glow, and I couldn't think of anyone I knew before ever being more ready for serious sex. I was wondering what I had unwittingly unleashed. And anxious to find out.

Reaching behind her, she grabbed my cock, and slowly introduced it into her very tight, very wet cunt. Leaning back, she slowly impaled herself on my grateful cock. Keeping perfectly still for a couple of moments, she soon began to slowly rotate her hips, causing my erection to rub sensuously against the walls of her pussy. As if that weren't enough, I could begin to feel the gentle flutter of her vaginal muscles massaging my cock as she did so. It was the most erotic sensation that I'd ever experienced before now.

After a bit of this, she began to slowly, maddenly pull herself up until the head of my cock was just within the lips of her pussy, and just as slowly lower herself until she bottomed out on my crotch. The feelings flowing through my groin were very near to electrifying right now, just keeping me from orgasm; teasing me, bringing me closer to the very edge of sexual bliss. My God, I thought! Where did she ever learn all this?

As she began to speed up her pace a bit, I felt as though all of the sexual experiences I'd ever encountered in the past were but poor preludes to what I was experiencing now. Every few strokes, she would stop and plant wet, passionate kisses to my face and lips, as though to include taste to all of the sensations we were now experiencing, in addition to touch, smell and sound. To say this was the ultimate sexual experience that I'd had up until now, would have been an extreme understatement.

Finally, she stiffened, straightening her body upright, clamping the muscles of her pussy tightly around my cock in a final spasm of orgasm, and we came together in an extremely exhausting, if not noisy climax. As she lay on my chest, breathing heavily, I couldn't help but wonder, what just happened...?

I don't really remember dozing off, but we both awoke the next morning firmly entwined around one another; naked, with her head resting peacefully in the crook of my neck, my arm lightly resting on her shoulder. I gently kissed her on the lips, awakening her. Looking up at my face, she smiled sweetly, and said, "Damn, sailor boy, are you always this charged up?"

Me? Me charged up? I had just been taken on the sexual ride of my life, and she thinks that it was because of me? It seemed that my problem now would be to see how I could follow the act of last night without disappointing her. But I knew now, in my heart, I certainly wanted to try.

The rest of the week pretty much followed the events of today. Beth simply moved in with me for the time being, stopping back at her sister's apartment to make sure that everything was all right each day, then returning to mine. We spent our time wisely, discovering both physical and intellectual attractions between ourselves, and exploring the very limits of our sexual desires. I'd have to say, it was the most memorable week of my life up until now. We were both avid teachers, and equally avid students in the ways of love and companionship. 

Friday came all too quickly, and Beth made ready to take me onto the Naval Base to the Medical Clinic for a checkup on my healing process. After helping me into my uniform, she took this opportunity to actually dress up for the first time since her arrival here in Hawaii. I'll have to confess, she looked awesome. Decked out in a professional business suit; a black jacket and skirt, with white blouse and a tastefully black cravat, she could have decorated any boardroom. How she managed to still exude sensuality through that getup, I really can't say. But she did.




Pearl Ch. 01



Arriving at the clinic at about 0700, we were both greeted by a bit of a surprise. The clinic staff was in the process of assembling in the rear parking lot for morning quarters, and Beth and I were summarily escorted to the front of the assemblage. Instead of the OIC of the clinic at the front ranks to lead Quarters, the Base Commandant was in attendance! 

What happened next was almost as embarrassing as the act that had caused this moment. I was presented with the SecNav Commendation Medal, with Valor Device for my 'heroic' stupidity of grabbing a blazing hot door handle bare handed! Of course the citation described my actions in a more glowing and heroic rhetoric, and the assembled group broke protocol long enough to give me a cheer! I felt my face turn blazing red.

Beth seemed to take all of this in stride, and after the ceremony, escorted me back into the clinic to have my injuries examined. From that point on, I was just a passenger. She received high accolades for the fine work that she'd performed on me during my convalescence! If they only knew the entire extent of her treatment! I could now let my hands go free of bindings and bandages; free for 'other' activities...

Allowed one more week of convalescence before I returned to full duty, Beth disposed of her acquired entourage of horny little sailors at the clinic doors, and escorted me back to the car and off the base. Returning to my apartment, she helped me change into 'casuals' as well as herself, and pulled me back out the door. As I was being jerked down the steps to the parking lot, I asked her, "What the hell are we doing now?"

"Celebration, my little hero," she responded, with a little sarcasm thinly veiled in her voice. Looking closely at her, I thought I noticed just a hint of admiration in her eyes, but I'm sure that was just an illusion. She pulled open the passenger door for me just as we reached the car, and bowed with a grand flourish. We were both grinning ear to ear as we prepared to 'do the town!'



Pearl Ch. 02



I'd recommend reading Chapter One to get to know these folks before proceeding on; not a requirement, just a suggestion.

This Chapter contains equal parts of reality and fiction; as always the incriminating parts disguised as they should be.

As always, I welcome constructive criticism, understanding that no written product is ever perfect, and that improvement can only result from objective readers. Whether you hate this missive for some reason, or enjoy it, any feedback would be welcome.

Please enjoy this chapter of the adventure.



Instead of heading towards town however, Beth aimed the car towards the wilderness beaches of Waianae and the end of paved highway at the north of the island. The holidays were over, and the further north we traveled, the less traffic we encountered until at last, we ran out of highway altogether. Dirt road was all that remained in front of us, and Beth had no fear as she pushed the car over ruts and runoffs to reach the most isolated beaches on the island.

Finally reaching what appeared to be a totally isolated stretch of beach, she pulled the car off into the bushes on the high side of the dirt road and parked. Looking over at me, she winked and began to take off her clothing; all of it! Taking my cue from her, I was soon as naked as she was, but as I finished I saw that she'd already taken off across the road towards the beach! Not wanting her to get too far ahead of me, I raced after her.

We reached the breakwater at nearly the same time, and watching her dive into the surf I soon followed. Finally catching up to her, we both floated in the water, gasping for air. Her hair was plastered over her head, she was as wildly primitive as I'd ever seen anyone! Laughing, she jumped on me, grinding her body against me, wrapping her arms around my head, and mashing her lips against mine! I never wanted that minute to go away, as we splashed wildly in the surf.

Finally, the effects of the warm lagoon water, and the proximity to an extremely sexy, naked woman began to take its toll on me, and my cock began to think of better things to do with this unique opportunity and began to grow. Seeing Beth freewheeling in the water made me hope that she was on the same wavelength as me.

Since the incoming waves made coupling a bit difficult, I broke loose from her tight grip, and putting my arm around her waist, I marched her towards the beach, aiming us back towards the car and a little bit of seclusion. As we broke from the water, however, we discovered that our little piece of paradise had already been discovered by others; a trio of young ladies, accompanied by an equally young man.

Two of the ladies had discarded their bikini tops in favor of a risqué (for the 60's) topless look, and the remaining girl and the young man were apparently an item, walking along the beach, hand in hand. They had been engrossed in some kind of conversation, but we all noticed each other about the same time.

Surprised, the small group stopped in their tracks, simply watching a very naked Beth and me emerging from the water and making our way back up to the road. Beth, after the initial shock of discovery, began laughing and turning towards the group, waved to them before heading back towards our intended destination. The two topless ladies waved back, and we heard the sound of cheerful laughing behind us as we approached the car.

Undeterred, Beth pulled a blanket out of the car, and paying no attention to the stares of the two couples, dropped to her knees in front of me and began sucking my cock in a frenzy! I had my hands alongside her head as she bobbed up and down, but feeling the eyes of the strangers on my back was making me a bit edgy, and I knew if I turned around to see where they'd ended up, I would expose Beth's nakedness to them all.

Beth solved the whole issue by taking her head off my cock, pulling me down on the blanket with her, and positioning me on top of her, spreading her legs. She was breathing in quick ragged gasps, but I remember her hissing into my ear as she pulled me deep into her pussy, "Now! Fuck me now! I'm so fucking hot!"

Taking but a moment to prepare for what was to come, I glanced over towards the beach to check on the location of our surprised 'guests,' and discovered that they'd moved to within 30 feet of where we were about to fuck our brains out! Feeling a quick pang of jealousy at the full exposure of Beth's 'charms' to an entire group, I quickly noted that they had apparently used our 'moment' to initiate some action of their own.

The two topless young ladies were caressing each other's bodies as they occasionally glanced over at our action, and the other couple were preoccupied with each other's erotic explorations. My jealousy quickly turned into lust, and I began pounding into Beth's cunt with swift, urgent strokes. I'd never seen her hotter, bucking her hips into me as we quickly came to a mutual mind-blowing orgasm!

Shaking my head, it finally dawned on me what we'd done! We'd just wildly fucked each other in the presence of an audience! As we slowly moved our heads towards the direction of our audience, we discovered that all four of them were now engaged in their own performances, and that ours had been forgotten. One of the topless ladies was now standing naked, her partner's face buried deeply into her crotch. The other couple was kneeling on the sand, the man taking the girl from behind, her bikini top pushed up to reveal her rather generously endowed tits, now receiving the full attention of her partner's hands.

Giggling, Beth soon got up, shook out the blanket, and urged us into the car. She said, "See what you started? Now let's get out of here before you get us put into jail!" I was about to snap a quick reply back at her, but she was already rummaging around the back seat for her bikini bits. So, I simply found my trunks and pulled them back on, grabbed my keys and aimed us back towards the apartment.

Arriving back at the apartment, we discovered that the memory of our experience on the beach that day was enough to keep our sexual motors revving for the remainder of the evening and into the night! I'll have to confess that the following morning had finally brought me to a sexual standstill. I...was...sore! Fortunately, Beth confessed that she needed a rest as well, and we declared the weekend a 'neutral zone,' at least until we could muster up enough strength to continue.

Sunday evening however, I again began to experience the feeling of 'all good things must come to an end.' Beth received a call from her sister, announcing their return from the mainland on Tuesday evening, and that she'd have to make preparation for her return to San Diego. Needless to say, we definitely planned to make Monday and Tuesday as memorable as possible, and exchanged addresses and phone numbers; just in case we ever were to have an opportunity to meet up once more.

Monday turned out to be a perfectly dismal day; rain, heat, and humidity taking the starch and energy out of everything and everybody. Coupled with the news that Beth would be returning to the mainland this coming Thursday, we simply sat on the couch in my apartment and cuddled. Yeah, that's right; we cuddled. It just seemed like the right thing to do at the time. I'd found that in her short visit into my life, I'd grown more fond of her than I'd had with anyone else, and the thought of her leaving soon depressed the hell out of me. Her attitude towards me indicated that she pretty much thought the same.

After a brief break for a late lunch and a couple of beers, our cuddling began to turn into something a bit more passionate, and before long, we were both absolutely nude and running our hands and lips over any part of each other's body we could reach. Tasting each other, smelling each other, and simply feeling each other seemed to satisfy our need for each other's company for the moment, but our desire was increasing.

Finally, Beth rolled me over onto my back and mounted my hips, positioning my cock at the entrance to her cunt. Slowly she lowered her body onto mine, pressing her pussy down the shaft of my cock until she bottomed out at her cervix. Sitting there for a few moments, I suddenly felt her cunt muscles gently massaging me, sending little electric shocks into my groin. Soon, she began moving; slowly, ever so slowly, up and down my cock, bringing my sexual senses to new and intense heights!

Looking up at her, I noted that her eyes were closed, head thrown back. While I couldn't tell what she was thinking at that moment, I knew quite clearly what was on my mind. I'd miss this woman, who had become such an important part of my life right now. Her beautiful breasts, nipples taut with passion were beckoning, inviting my touch, which I willing applied with my hands, turning and tweaking them between my fingers as she sighed with pleasure.

Soon she placed her hands on my shoulders, and began rotating her pelvis on mine, causing my cock to reach everywhere within her pussy, and I knew that I wasn't going to last much longer. Suddenly, I felt something warm and wet drop onto my face. Looking up at her face, I thought it might have been a drop or two of sweat from her exertions, but it soon became apparent that she was silently crying. The addition of that bit of emotion was all it took to bring me to a gut-wrenching orgasm, sending pulse after pounding pulse of cum deep into her body.

Feeling me jerk into her hips, Beth fell into her own shattering climax, and I felt her cunt grip my cock tighter than I'd felt up until now. It was if she were binding me to her physically, her knees tightly squeezing against my ribs. Exhausted, she flopped down on my chest, and tucked her face into the crook of my neck. As my cock slowly softened within her body, I pressed her into my arms, and gently rubbed up and down her back. Together we fell into a well-earned sleep.

Tuesday morning came awfully fast, and after cleaning ourselves up and getting a little lunch, we began rounding up those belongings of hers that had slowly migrated to my apartment over the past week so that she could take them back to her sister's apartment. It's amazing how much more than a toothbrush an apartment can accumulate when a young lady makes a move, however temporary or minor. We were both pretty depressed during this operation, but we'd resolved to stay in touch.

Since her sister's plane was scheduled to arrive at Honolulu International at 3:15 pm, we did a quick survey of our late 'playground' to make sure no obvious evidence of our activities remained, and tried to give her apartment a 'lived-in' appearance before the return of her family. She wasn't sure that it would be an important issue or not, but she wasn't willing to take a chance. The one thing we did pass on, though, was our initial impulse to have one more 'quickie' before we left; we were both a bit 'bummed' about her imminent departure the following Thursday.

Since I was essentially healed, I accepted her request to accompany her to the airport to pick up the returnees, opting to drive their station wagon rather than my VW convertible. Didn't take a lot of thinking there, I guess... We were both silent on the way to the airport, each of us lost in our own thoughts. I wasn't sure about her, but I was already beginning to experience a profound sense of loss, and she was still sitting here beside me.

Although the absence had been only a week and a half or so, the reunion was 'girlie' emotional, both of the sisters laughing, crying, embracing and trying to talk at the same time. Bob and I played our parts appropriately; shaking hands, slapping backs, and shaking our heads over the antics of the women. Soon we were on our way back to the project, Bob and me in the front in silence, Barb and Beth in the back, just chatting away.

Once we arrived at the projects, I assisted the group with the luggage, and just generally tried to appear all around helpful. Once the dust had settled, I felt like it was time to take my leave, and allow the family to catch up on news. Announcing my departure to my own apartment, Barb suddenly rushed up to me, embraced me, and thanked me for taking such good care of her sister. Turning her head to kiss me on the cheek, I had the bad (?) timing to turn to tell her it was no problem, and her kiss landed right on my lips!

A look of surprise flashed across her face, but recovering quickly she finished the kiss in true style, running her tongue across my lips before backing away, winking at me! I finished what I'd meant to say, telling her that her sister had gotten me back to 100%, and had been most excellent company as well while they were away. If she only knew how excellent! Perhaps reading something in my comments, Barb looked a little askance at me for just a moment, before a smile broke across her face and she returned to the unpacking taking place behind her.

Returning to my apartment, I immediately felt the emptiness that Beth's absence had already created in my life. Opening a cold beer and turning on the TV, I became resolved to retreat into my old bachelor ways once more. The problem was, I couldn't concentrate on anything right now; not the beer, not the TV, not the thought of what I was going to do from now on.

Finally, after several hours of pouting, and feeling sorry for myself, I turned the TV off and got ready to go to bed. As I was about to turn off the living room light, I heard a knock at the door! Since it was late, I cautiously checked to see who was outside, and was surprised to discover that it was Beth! In a nightgown! 

When I opened the door, she leapt into my arms, showering my face with kisses! Pulling her into my living room, I turned to her with questions all over my face. Catching her breath, she blurted out that after a rather long conversation regarding the events of the past week, Barb thought that we needed to be together before her departure back to school on Thursday. Kicking the door shut with her foot, she turned to me and began pushing me back into the bedroom.

Once she'd pushed me through the bedroom door, she said, "Hang onto your socks, sailor-boy! This is going to be a pretty bumpy ride!" A bumpy ride it was, but it was one that I wouldn't have missed for the world. This woman was insatiable. Not that I had any reason to complain, mind you... It was just that she kept blaming me for her increased sexual drive. From my viewpoint, I was just along for the 'bumpy-ride.'

As usual, morning came much too quickly, but Beth had promised Barb that she'd return today to help her continue unpacking what they'd brought back from the mainland visit. I was again left to myself, but I was encouraged by the probability that I'd see Beth before the day was through.

Sure enough, around 3:00 pm Beth stopped by long enough to invite me to dinner at Barb and Bob's apartment that evening at 7:00 pm. Barb's cooking skills were legendary amongst the friends that they had over to the apartment from time to time, but I'd never had an opportunity to be invited to one of her 'events' before now. So, I had a double delight; I could spend a bit more time with Beth, and...I could finally have an opportunity to taste some of Barb's wonderful home cooking.

The evening went exceptionally well, and the food tasted exquisite. Bob was his usual blustery self, pounding down beer after beer until Barb finally had to apologize to us and put him to bed. Returning to the table, Barb began reminiscing about the early days of growing up with Beth, causing Beth to start kicking her under the table. Laughing, Barb continued with the stories until all three of us were laughing hysterically! Truly, this was the most fun I'd had with my neighbors (or neighbor) since I'd moved next to them.

Not surprisingly, Beth accompanied me back to my apartment for her final night in Hawaii. Also not surprisingly, I was eternally grateful that she did. Her flight left in the morning around 11:45 am, so we couldn't mess around too much, but it was a treat just to lay next to each other, touching and kissing. To say that I was growing a bit fond of her would have been a grand understatement, and I wanted to be a part of her life as long as possible.

As usual, morning came much too quickly. As a matter of fact, Barb had to wake us up by pounding on my door to make sure that Beth would make it to the airport on time. But, we all made it in fine style, and all that remained was the emotional good-byes. And emotional they were... After her sister and brother had declared their goodbyes, it was finally our turn. After having resolved to be stoic about the whole exercise, we both broke our rules and ended up hiding our tears by our long, long embrace at the tarmac.

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I finally got back to work at the medical clinic, and after a short 'honeymoon' period as the local hero, things got back to normal. The usual illnesses, injuries, and wild rides in the ambulance at night. Before long, the routine had sucked up nearly 5 weeks of time since I bade farewell to Beth at the airport. Bob and Barb were soon to be transferred to Camp Pendleton, just outside of San Diego, and within shouting distance of where Beth was finishing her nursing degree.

Beth was sending me notes nearly every week about her school classes, friends, and the absolute 'shit-head' roommate that she'd allowed to share the cost of her apartment near the University. Apparently, her roommate was a bit of a slut, and every now and then Beth had to toss her roommate and her latest 'stud-muffin' out of the place because her 'partner of the moment' would figure that she (Beth) was part of the bargain, and begin pestering her.

A couple of weeks before their transfer back to the mainland, on a very humid, hot evening, Barb dropped in to see me. She looked as though she'd just jumped out of the shower; her hair was damp, plastered on her head in disarray, and the sun dress that she had on was wet as well, hanging on her body most provocatively. Although she had a bra on, it was damp as well, and the air conditioning in my apartment was causing a most alarming effect on her nipples, which were now aimed at me like miniature gun barrels.

Swearing a bit, she apologized to me for her intrusion on my evening, but she explained that something had gone wrong with her air conditioning and her apartment had become insufferably hot and humid. Bob was on duty that night, so he could be of no help, so she was wondering if I would be kind enough to check it out. I had nothing better to do that evening so of course, I said yes.

Since she was drenched in sweat, she asked if she could use my shower to freshen up a bit while I was checking her air conditioning out, and when I agreed she returned to her apartment to pick up a change of clothing while I got some work clothes on and a few tools. We passed each other on the landing, and I heard her thanking me as I stepped through her doorway.

It was soon apparent what the problem was, a common one with these old window units. The exhaust grill was completely frozen over, so the simplest solution was to turn it off, and let the ice thaw out. Then it could be cleaned out with the reverse blow of a vacuum cleaner. In the meantime, I rigged up one of her room fans to blow air against the grill to hasten the thaw. I'd check it out later this evening to finish the work so that she could get some comfortable sleep.

Returning to my apartment, I was reminded that I too, was drenched in sweat after my work in Barb's apartment, so I cautiously checked to see if Barb had finished freshening up. Spotting her in her bathrobe in the hallway between my bathroom and bedroom, shaking her hair with a towel, I quickly explained the problem to her, telling her that it would take a little time for the 'fix' to take place. Inviting her to stay for a while and watch some TV, I told her that she could grab some beer from the fridge while I took my own shower.




Pearl Ch. 02



 This is not a stand alone story, and has no sex either. It is part II of a series of short stories set in "The Swarm Stories" universe. There are over 100 stories written by over a dozen authors in the universe available on other sites.

My stories are a bit different from the others so don't hold them against the others. For a too brief explanation of the universe see my first story "Pearl."

Let me also thank my editors, Mike Mulligan and George Allen. Still, after their suggestions I've made other changes, I can't help it, every time I read it I think of a better way to say something or ... you get the idea. 

This may or may not be the last story in my little series. I have the next one blocked out, but I'm having trouble finding a Round Tuit. 

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I cracked a bleary eye at the rose petal filled tub in the bridal suite at the Driscoll Hotel in Austin and wondered if I had the energy to drag myself over to it. I was so drained that I'd risk drowning if I fell in.

Prying my other eye open, I tried to locate my bride. Exhibiting more of her apparently bottomless energy she was fully dressed and was typing furiously at the hotel's antique desk. I tried to get irritated, but couldn't muster the energy.

Last night, after the most utilitarian wedding imaginable, I'd taken Teresa to Austin's famous 6th street for a round of clubbing at the many live music venues. It hadn't seemed to lighten the mood she'd held all through dinner. I don't know how death row inmates act at their last meal, but I'm pretty sure Teresa gave a sterling emulation.

After champagne, I'd gone into the bathroom to allow her time to get ready for bed. When I returned, my naked bride was reading a tech manual on her PDA. She'd glanced up and said, "Will this take long, I just found a great article on the use of exotic alloys in sub-micro manufacturing."

I studied her intently to see if she was either teasing or perhaps trying to cover nervousness, and had to conclude that she had indeed, just found an article she'd found more interesting than losing her virginity. I admit I verged on getting vexed, but decided that in this case ignorance was an excuse.

Fifteen minutes later, following her first orgasm, I decided my demure bride had metamorphosed into a succubus! I was fighting for my life!

When I'd had my apparent age regressed from sixty-seven to twenty-six I'd taken the opportunity to have the medical unit give me a recovery time measured in mere minutes. Little did I know just how much drain on my body my new stamina would engender. The woman almost killed me, but-- damn it, I was certain that by daylight I'd at least diverted her attention from that damn article.

The blow to my pride was sufficient, just barely, to get me to walk over to see what she was working upon. After translating a paragraph that contained more polysyllabic words than I knew existed, I said, "Sweetheart, we didn't invent sex..."

Rounding on me with the quickness of a snake she gave me an indignant look and said, "Of course not, or the race would have not survived. However, I've done a survey of the available studies and I've not found anything like the psycho-physical and emotional responses you induced in me..."

I interrupted, "Angel, if you want to understand love making, you go to the poets and erotic literature, not Lancet and the New England Journal of Medicine!"

She gave me a puzzled look and I continued, "Besides the first time is never as good as after a couple gets to know each other more intimately."

I saw the look I'd come to know only too well last night, "No, honey, we both need to eat first, and we really need..." We did get to eat ... later, much later. I don't remember what it was but I distinctly remember dipping something into a sauce filling Teresa's navel, and whip cream, I remember whipped cream.

I also know that I slept again, because that must have been when Teresa, a page at a glance reader, with the closest thing I've ever seen to a photographic memory discovered StoriesOnLine dot net and Literotica dot com. It took all my persuasive power to convince her that some of the acts described by the writers on those sites simply weren't physically possible. I'm not sure my dear wife was convinced but I'll admit I'm looking forward to proving it in the near future.

When we checked out and were heading for a place I'd leased on Lake Travis I asked Teresa if her article on exotic alloys had proved as interesting as she'd thought. She got a stunned look for a second and with an evil grin said, "Who gives a rip! WE might not have discovered sex, but I HAVE, and you're right it does get better with practice. How long until we get to this place you've leased?"

I laughed and said, "How's the search for my other nineteen concubines coming? I'm on a bit of a deadline. During the months and the ten pick-ups I've spent looking for you, I've also been setting up to fill all three of the thousand-pod-ships I've been allocated for the research planet I'm supposed to head. We've got 17 days before those three ships are to begin their pick-ups and once they're done, we're gone for good."

Teresa surprised me. I thought the comment about getting to our place for more sex had been a joke, but looking at the conflict on her face it clearly wasn't. I watched her struggle to bring her mind around to what we'd agreed would be her responsibility. 

I wasn't sure if her expression was just pensive or mingled with anxiety. "Jim, I've been looking at profiles and biographies ... I just didn't know I had so little time. Of course I haven't tried to contact any of them. I don't know if they'll agree..."

When the pause became awkward I asked, "I suppose you could make a longer list and prioritize it and just keep going down it until you've filled my quota. You need to keep in mind that some of your candidates might have high enough CAP scores to qualify on their own."

"Oh, I checked on that before I chose them. I've also made sure that they aren't married, although one or two have children under 14 ... if they accept and I'm sure they'll want to take their kids..."

After another long pause, I said, "Teresa, that's the idea, we want to get as many people off Earth as we can, the only problem is that we might be pretty crowded until we get to the planet. Make sure everyone is both tolerant and very compatible"

"I understand that, but I haven't figured out a way to get them all together for a pickup. They're scattered all over the English speaking world."

"That's not a problem so are my candidates and many are in non-English speaking countries too. We'll have universal translators so language won't be a problem. We can treat their pickup like they've been doing for children of concubines, just show up and ask if they want to come."

She looked thoughtful, "Would it be possible to send something like a secure email to ask if they'd be willing to be picked up? If we're going to make individual pickups, we just won't ever send the pickup data. That should keep it from turning in something dangerous."

"Hmmm, that might work for them too; if you have good data on where they are, we'll do a late night time pickup. Make sure they understand that the invitation is for them and their dependents only. Anyone else there will be stunned if they try to come. Just let me know when you have your list together, and if you have a great candidate, I don't see why we can't use a spot for their spouse, after all they're only going to be my concubines in name only."

Teresa gave me a very strange expression and changed the subject. "How are you picking the people you're going to pick up and are you going to try to do them as individuals too?"

"Most will be individual pickup because there's just no way to get them together someplace without too many people noticing. The people I'm picking up are all top defense researcher, engineers and designers. These people all have the equivalent of Top Secret code word clearance. It's just not possible to get many of them at the same location, with the people they've chosen as concubines. Instead I'm using secure phone lines to give them a time window. These folk have the brains and the training to get themselves and their concubines together. The candidates with full-time bodyguards are the only ones I expect any problems with. We might also have a problem with those who work in isolated compounds like the way they set up Los Alamos during WWII. There, the problem, aside from getting the concubines where we can get them, won't be the ones we're picking up, but the ones we aren't.

"It's been a Herculean job to get our numbers down. I've spent most of my life in the defense industry, but I don't know all of these people personally. It's been a nightmare. These people are the prima donnas of prima donnas. They all have staff and most wanted to take all their staff, as part of my quota of volunteers. Most of these folk's staff have scores high enough to volunteer, but not for us. However, our people are also used to budgets and bureaucrats, and all of them can do basic math, they know we can't take everyone. I've had to be a real hard ass and I've refused to even speculate to anyone about who other candidates might be. There are going to be some pissed off people when they find that I haven't agreed with their assessments of who should be the top three-thousand people to design and build weapons systems to defeat the Swarm.

"If that wasn't enough, over half the volunteers have a spouse who has a CAP high enough to also volunteer. I've said that they can come as a couple with a full quota of concubines as long as they will share the same pod until we get to our planet. There are going to be some very overcrowded pods. The average CAP score of all of our volunteers is 8.4. We don't have anyone under 7.6 which means we've got a large number of high nines.

"Forget about pods with private bedrooms on the way out, what we'll have is something close to dorms in most of them. We might even have to have some concubines staying with people who aren't their sponsors just so we don't overload the environmentals on the ships. In all too many ways this is going to look like that picture you've seen of a slave ship with every inch of space used for bodies ... although I think I've read that that ship design was never actually used.

"Anyway you cut it; this is going to be months long nightmare even after we land. Right now we have over thirty-eight thousand people to pick up counting concubines, and all their children. If it all works out we'll do it in a little over a day. If it takes much longer than that people we don't want to know what's going on are going to notice and I don't even want to think about what will happen then.

"With all these logistical nightmares, I think you can see that picking up my other nineteen concubines isn't, well, something that I'll worry about. However, if there are security issues Earth First had a cadre of people that can provide almost anything we need."

"Earth First? I thought you said they were terrorists?"

"There are two organizations and both chose the same name. The one we'll work with are dedicated to defending Earth and there are some good people involved. Frankly, I almost didn't volunteer, volunteering sounded too much like being hired as a mercenary for races who are too "good" to do their own fighting. I don't know if we can stop the Swarm before they get to Earth or not, but the more of them we kill out there, the more likely we can keep them from wiping out Earth.

"The 'friendly' aliens don't really give a damn about Earth; they probably think its destruction would be a good thing, fewer of us "barbarians" to worry about once the Swarm threat is removed. They have to know that one of the biggest problems with hiring someone else to do your fighting is that we might decide that when it's all over there's nothing to stop us from taking them.

"I think that's why they've tried to make it hard for the colony planets to be self-supporting. As long as they control the replicator technology and the AIs are loyal they have a mighty big stick to control us."

Teresa got a look I've come to understand is her brain turning at supersonic speed, then she smiled a smile that made chills run down my back. "Well, if we need, we'll handle that when the time comes. For now I'd like your input on what sort of artists and what kind mix you think would be best."

I hadn't given that even a random thought. "I'm not sure; creativity needs to be the first qualification. No actors though, boiled down to the basics their creativity is nothing more than the ability to lie, to pretend to be someone and something they aren't. Thankfully, that's a rare skill and I don't begrudge them what they earn, but I'd much rather have a screenwriter than an actor or producer. As I think about this, I think I might want to add a few science fiction writers to my core complements. I remember reading an old sci-fi book about an invasion of Earth where all the major sci-fi writers were gathered to spin off ideas about what might work. I remember one of the major writers was called Robert Anson ... which was Heinlein's first and his middle name?

"Don't worry about writers; I think I'll figure out a way to make slots for them in my logistical slop. I say I need someone to write specs and manuals. I've got a few extra slots on each ship for staff...

"I'd say get me some visual artist ... although I've never been able to see the point of any "modern" art, and judging from the way people don't flock to museums of modern art ... it has a rather limited if loyal audience.

"I think I'd put a high premium on music composers. I'd go with the more popular ... but make sure they're still prolific, probably the younger ones with several hits. Make sure you take some who write scores for movies too ... and maybe one hillbilly banjo picker.

I know that we'll have a few architects among the spouses or concubines already picked, but I don't think we have any landscape architects. I need to check to see if we have any talented interior designers, I'm pretty sure we do, but a top talent would be welcome.

"I'd love to have musicians ... but trying to get enough to make a decent orchestra would take too many spaces. Perhaps composers who also perform might be more of a premium. If you can find a good clothes designer I'd consider him ... or her."

A thought struck, "I know there are a lot of gay men in the in the entertainment and cloth trade, but I don't want to take any. I don't have a homophobic bone in my body, but any male concubines I have I want to be interested in getting women pregnant. The goal here is to grow the race. Also, potential concubines who have several children will be given priority over those that don't.

If we have to have to hot bunk triple-deck beds in my pod, I'll be delighted, hmm, I hadn't thought about hot bunking, we probably won't have to farm out concubines or their kids to someone other than their sponsors. It's going to be a three-month trip to the planet ... I'll be glad when we give it a name, and I expect that we'll all be at the ragged edge by that point."

Teresa gave me new wide eyed look I hadn't seen before, "Why don't you name the planet after you? I can't think of a better name than yours!" Her tone was new also, soft, and if I didn't know better ... what was happening to her? She almost sounded like a love-struck teen.

When we got to my rented place, it was much bigger and nicer than I'd expected. If it had been on the Mediterranean it would have been called a villa. It had everything you could wish for, tennis courts, pool, sauna, putting green, and hell; it even had a bowling alley. The view was to die for and it was only with the greatest of difficulty that I was able to force myself to get back to my task of collecting the people I'd chosen. It was much worse than herding cats ... think of trying to get a herd of senior civil service folks, say top level GS-15s to all agree to work together in a windowless cube farm ... with only one coffee pot ... and no meeting rooms!

The people I wanted had earned their perks and expected them. Oh they'd work 18-hour-days and never mention it, but they expected to have whatever they wanted at their fingertips when they wanted it and for someone else to take care of all the bullshit.

During the next two weeks I learned that Teresa was brilliant and more than capable of extreme measures to get what she wanted. For the moment what she wanted most was me, in bed! Once or twice I thought I was going to have to chain her to her desk, just so I could get some work done ... and if you believe that I've got some tropical rain forest land to sell you in Tibet. If there's anything more erotic than a woman who really wants your body, I've yet to discover it. I don't think Teresa had ever had inhibitions, but I can tell you that she'd had training in yoga and I think she was triple jointed. She had more energy than Tigger and wanted to try everything sexual she could research ... right now.

When the day finally arrive that we were ready to board our ship I was looking forward to our next jaunt as much as she was, and my mind was sixty-seven years old! The Marines set up an interdiction field on the tennis court and a naked Teresa officially became my concubine as we stepped onto the ship. I hurried to my pod and told the AI that Teresa had my full authority to do whatever she wanted. She was to have complete freedom of the ship and access to any area that allowed humans.

I told Teresa to make whatever changes she thought necessary to the pod, but to do it very quickly because as the ship filled the resources to make changes would be very limited.

I would love to say that the pickups went flawlessly, hell, I'd love to say they went smoothly, I'd even settle for successfully. The fact of the matter was that if I defined success as getting the three thousand people I wanted and their full complement of concubines and the concubines' under age 14 children aboard then we earned a passing grade, if you consider a D- to be a passing grade.

I lost count of how many "pre-selected" concubines got dumped when the sponsor discovered that I wasn't taking any of their "essential staff." Most concubines were re-selected when; oddly, most of the staff persons declined the honor of being a concubine instead of a volunteer on a different planet. I never quite promised that arrangements might be made so that when a qualified staff member was picked up the normal way they would be routed to our planet, but I left that impression. Who knows with my group perhaps flying pigs are a possibility! Other staffers either didn't want to continue on staff or weren't interested in leaving Earth period.

The only thing that went according to plan was security. 'Our' Earth First teams were alerted to larger site pickups and provided a screen for the nut jobs who also called themselves by the same name.

We did lose a few of the concubines when they discovered their real status, but we only had to space one per ship. One example was enough, thank God. We did send several hundred back to Earth when the AI determined that we had more bodies than could be sustained for the trip. The concubines thought we'd spaced the rejects as well, but I couldn't see the point while we were still in Earth orbit. I'm not sure what I'll do if we have problems after we're underway.

I was about to drop on the spot, or scream as the last sponsor and his "family" of eight concubines and thirty-five children, under age fourteen, were being guided by their PDA to the last pod. You know, I'm pretty sure one of those thirteen-year-old "boys" had just shaved off a full beard. Those looked a lot more like razor burns than acne! Still the AI accepted his papers...




Pearl Ch. 02



The total number of souls aboard was 79,983, and AI indicated that emergency capacity was 80,000. Since we had almost a hundred and ninety-seven late term pregnant women aboard it was going to be more than close.

How did we end up with so many when we only had three thousand sponsors and the average number of concubines was six? We had over 68,000 dependent children under fourteen.

We'd done the whole thing in a little over twenty-four hours. It would never have been possible without using Marines from bases all over the planet and quite a few from the base on the Moon.

We'd started the pickups at 2 AM local time and moved with the time zones across the globe. We used the extra hours as the time moved across the Atlantic and Pacific to catch up. Generally the pickup consisted of two Marines doing some creative "breaking and entering" into a sleeping house and waking everyone up. It made for some very cranky people, but sleepy ones. Excitement only lasted so long before people were anxious to get back to sleep, especially the kids. Unlike most pod ships we didn't have cafeterias. Every common area space was devoted to either kid's playground or to labs and workshops. Why labs and workshops? I didn't want to tell my prima donnas they had to sit in their overcrowded pods with life and death power over those in them. I knew we'd have to have play areas for the younger kids to work off their energy and work areas where sponsors could get away from their charges.

Not having cafeterias also allowed me to make a rule that the only reason for concubines to be allowed out of their pods was if their sponsor allowed them to accompany their children to play areas, or to work in the labs.

It was my hope that since almost all the sponsors had military experience or had worked with the military that we could operate on something close to military discipline until we arrived at our planet. After all, these were dedicated professionals steeped in the concept of duty, right? Okay, so I was building a house next to a leaking dike, but I just didn't see any way around what I was doing.

All the sponsors had understood that one of our goals was to get as many useful people off Earth as we could. We'd encouraged sponsors and concubines to adopt as many dependants as possible in the limited time available without compromising security. Security had proved not to be a problem. Frankly, I'd expected a bit more problem with getting some of the "adoptions" past the AI, but then the people I'd selected had been dealing with crossing "T's" and dotting "'I' s" for officialdom for most of their careers. The AI hadn't stood a chance. All the dependents' computer and paper records had been in perfect order. The too perfect records might have raised red flags if it had been a human doing the checking.

It was remarkable how many of the adoptions of their friends and neighbor's children had taken place in distant and corrupt countries. For example who would question why a NASA engineer would adopt his nephew in a country he couldn't pronounce on a bet? Did it matter that few concubines could read the language used on their "children's" adoption papers?

Allow three thousand highly intelligent and highly competitive people the task of putting one over on "them," the "authorities" who wouldn't allow them every take all the staff they felt entitled to take ... as I said the AIs didn't have a chance! Did I mention that somehow all my candidates were kept informed about how many dependents others were taking? Competition is a wonderful thing! Actually, I was surprised to find that many of our "adopted children under 14" had training in the fields of their sponsors. That was a dodge I hadn't seen coming.

You would think that people smart enough to pull all this off would understood that the competition to see who could bring the most kids would result in them being crammed into their pods tighter than sardines. Everyone had been warned to make sure their concubines and dependants were compatible. Surely people as smart as those I'd chosen, would understand how important something that basic was, wouldn't they? Do lemmings understand why they they're running to the cliff? Okay, so lemmings don't really commit mass suicide. Disney staged those animal documentaries in the 1950s so maybe my folks would let logic reign ... oh foolish mortals!

Anyway, after over twenty-four hours of getting new arrivals sorted out, I headed back to my pod. I was mildly curious about how Teresa might have decorated it and more than mildly curious about whom she'd chosen as my other nineteen concubines. I was terrified to contemplate just how many rug rats she might have acquired. My Teresa was a competitor's competitor, and I knew she'd won the dependent per concubine race, but I hadn't actually counted how many she'd gotten.

When the pod door open I couldn't get "Honey I'm home!" out of my mouth before I was shocked speechless by the sight of 40,000 rug rats climbing all over what was supposed to be a rather small living room. Okay, so that's an exaggeration! There were actually less than 25,000 or at least it seemed that way. The noise level had to be at least 600 dB! (a jet at take off is about 120 dB and a rock concert peak is 150 dB) Hell it might have been as high as 900 dB!

An absolutely stunning naked woman began running toward me. I had just a split second to admire the way this stranger's parts moved as she ran, when she threw herself into my arms and kissed me. I was so shocked it took me at least ten ... twenty seconds okay as soon as I could get my mind to remind my body that I was a married man and I pulled away.

"What's the matter Jim? Aren't you glad to see me? I can't tell you how much I've missed you!"

I held her back and looked at her eyes, "Teresa? Is that you? What have you done to yourself?"

She smiled tentatively, "You like? I had AI measure your pupils as you looked at women since our wedding night. We decided this was the ideal look for you, so I had myself modified as soon as I got your concubines on board."

She was beautiful, ethereally so, (too ethereally really!) too close to my ideal of beauty to be real. It was intimidating to be around someone so perfect. I finally looked up from her perfect breasts to eyes that could suck out my soul and I saw her uncertainty.

"Teresa, I love your look, but it's too perfect, I think I should put you up on a pedestal and do homage to the perfect form. You're much to perfect to touch, much less do the sorts of things I'd like to do." I gave her a hug. "I suppose I can stand this packaging until we have enough time to bring back more of the 'Teresa body' I fell in love with back in Austin."

I had a brief glimpse of tears before she buried her face and murmured into my chest. I couldn't understand her, but I was pretty sure I'd said something right.

Thus ended the last peaceful second that I would enjoy for months! Years? The rest of my life?



Pearl Ch. 02



Ahhh... The shower sure felt great after sweltering in an un-cooled space! Thinking back briefly to the vision of Barb at the door, with her clothing stuck to her body, nipples poking out of her chest at me began to cause a familiar reaction in my groin once more. Her very close resemblance to her sister, and the fact that I'd not been laid for a few weeks was beginning to have a somewhat 'warming' effect on my libido.

Turning off the shower, I looked for a towel to dry off with, but discovered that Barb had apparently used the last one, and had been drying her hair with it. Since my change in clothing was across the hall on my bed, I had no choice but to open the bathroom door a crack, and shout out to Barb to find me a towel in the hall closet so I could dry off. I heard her rummaging through the closet, and soon, to my surprise, she opened the bathroom door completely, and walked right in!

Standing there in front of her, naked, with a semi-erection still pulsating from my earlier thoughts of her, I was rooted to the spot! Although she had a towel in her left hand, she didn't offer it to me to dry myself; instead she offered me the open beer that she held in her right hand. Numbly, I reflexively took the offered beer, and watched helplessly as she began to dry my damp body herself. By the time she'd reached my crotch, my cock was aimed right between her eyes, and she'd dropped to her knees in front of me.

Glancing down at her, I quickly noted that her bathrobe had flared open at the top, and there was no evidence of a bra, her beautiful tits in full view. Her nipples were still rigid, and the resemblance to Beth's physique was eerie. Looking up at me, she said, "I don't believe I've properly thanked you for your help, both for taking care of my little sister while I was gone, and taking care of my little problem next door." With that, she bent over and flicked her tongue across the head of my cock, removing a large drop of pre-cum that had quickly accumulated there.

Finally getting my shit together, I began to explain to her that it wasn't necessary, and we probably shouldn't be doing this, but she said, "Sorry, two to one... You're outnumbered." pointing down to my very erect cock, twitching in front of her face.

I guess she could sense that I was very close to an internal explosion, because in a virtual replay of her sister's first shower encounter with me, she grabbed my now painfully erect cock, and led me back into my bedroom. Once there, she loosened the sash on her bathrobe, and allowed it to drop to the floor. Still at a loss for words, I gazed upon a fully mature, naked vision of loveliness. As I'd surmised before, aside from her hips being a bit fuller than Beth's, she could have been a carbon-copy of her beautiful sister. She even used the same soft perfume.

Watching her lie back on my bed, naked, with legs parted just a bit, my sensual control center quickly took over, and I just wanted to get a taste of her pussy before I lost complete control! Placing my untouched beer on my bedside table, I dropped to my knees before her offering, and began kissing and nibbling up the insides of her thighs, stopping only to wait until she stopped shaking and trembling long enough to continue. As I moved up her thighs, she slowly spread her legs wider and wider, offering me more access to her most private treasure.

Finally, reaching my goal, I was gratified to find her more than ready for my explorations, warm, wet, and exuding that mild, musky odor that men find irresistible. Slowly sliding my tongue into her cunt, I found her to be absolutely delicious, and her reaction to my intrusion was equally gratifying, each time I touched her tight little clit, a quick jerk into my face and a little yelp!

Suddenly, very unexpectedly, she clasped her thighs against my head in a massive orgasm! I was confronted with the possibility of not having enough air to continue, but I made up my mind to "bull" myself through it, allowing her the full pleasurable extent of her orgasm. Thankfully, she came down off her high fairly quickly, and I was able to come up long enough for a good gasp of air. But no sooner than I'd done that, Barb grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me up onto the bed with her.

I never suspected that this quiet woman was this hot! Positioning herself lengthwise on the bed, she pulled me onto her body, between her spread legs. There was not a protesting molecule in my body as she placed me firmly between her legs, my cock pressed against the opening of her cunt. Pulling my face into hers, she crushed her lips into mine, pressing her tongue deep into my mouth. As she did that, I slowly pressed my cock deep into her pussy.

One difference from her sister that I noted right away; she was a woman of few words, and less patience. As if she were feeding a hunger, she set a pace for our fucking strokes that was a virtual guarantee that I'd be making my deposit very soon. Sure enough, I soon felt that familiar tightening in my balls that signaled my climax. As a partner's courtesy, I grunted out a warning, and began to pull out of her, intending to spray my discharge onto her lovely stomach, a bit of a turn-on for me.

At my warning however, Barb threw her legs over my waist and held me tightly to her, forcing me to spurt weeks of frustration deeply into her body! As I lay there on top of her, I supported my weight on my elbows, and tried to catch my breath, wondering briefly, what next? The answer was soon in coming, as I felt the unmistakable movement of her cuntal muscles, very much like her sister. It took me a bit by surprise, but was already beginning to do it's magic on my still-softening cock, urging it on to an encore. I was beginning to wonder what genetic key these women shared that created this marvelous sexual ability.

Insatiable; that was the only thought that entered my mind at this time. My cock had been teased into yet another round of romping with Barb, and my hips had already begun digging back in to the treasures just enjoyed. Sticky; wet; sure, but what the hell! The additional lubrication, along with the fact that I'd just unloaded into her assured that this round would take a bit longer.

Once she'd gotten me back into a full erection, Barb began a motion that signaled the start of what turned out to be a seriously long fuck. I pulled myself a bit higher on her body, causing the shaft of my cock to press a little harder against her clitoris, wanting to ensure that she would have a climax this time. She responded by thrusting her hips into mine, groaning loudly into my ear on each stroke of my cock into her body. After a somewhat exhausting period of pounding into her body, Barb suddenly tensed up, and sunk her fingers into my lower back.

That was all it took to bring me to release as well, and I was amazed at the intensity of my own climax, pumping several long spurts of my semen into her womb. Once again, she had clamped on to my body with both arms, not releasing me until we had both come down from our respective climaxes. Then, slowly I rolled off her body, and spent the next few minutes trying to catch my breath. We were a mess. The center of my bed was nearly soaked with our mutual juices, so I reached for the towel that she had brought with her into the bedroom, and scooted it under her hips.

Getting out of bed, I remembered why it was she'd come here in the first place, and told her I was going to return to her apartment and finish the cleanup of the air conditioner. I then told her that I'd turn it on, and return to let her know if things were cooling down in her apartment or not. Slipping on a pair of swim trunks, I went to her apartment to verify that the grill had thawed out enough for me to use her vacuum cleaner to blow out the 'cruddies' plugging the filter mesh. Having finished that, I turned the air conditioner on, and satisfying myself that it was working properly, I returned to my apartment.

Entering my bedroom, I found Barb sleeping on my side of the bed, her legs curled up under her, and the towel that I'd tucked under her hips when I left wedged between her legs. I pulled my bed sheet up over her to make sure that she didn't get a chill from the dampness on the bed. Returning to the kitchen to crack a beer, I decided to give her apartment an hour or two to cool down before I woke her up, and turned on the TV. 

This gave me some time to reflect about the circumstances leading up to this evening's activities. I recalled Beth's confession that Barb had told her that she'd "jump me" if she ever had a weak moment. Was this that weak moment? Maybe it was a combination of that, and the genuine desire to repay me for taking care of Beth and perhaps fixing her air conditioner, but it seemed a little excessive, even for that. I wasn't goofy enough to believe it was simply because of my magical charm and masculinity, because her hubby was certainly more macho than I was, and I didn't recall any difficulty between the two.

Finally, it began getting a little late, so I woke Barb up, and explained to her that her apartment should be habitable again. I also offered her the use of my shower once more, since we'd collectively messed each other up since her last one, but she gracefully declined, stating that if her apartment was indeed cooling down, she'd take one there. Pulling my towel from between her legs, we both noted that my cum began dribbling out of her cunt, so she quickly replaced it over her pussy, apologized, and said that she'd take it with her and return it after she washed it.

Once she'd donned her robe and gathered up the clothing that she'd brought with her earlier, she began to take her leave to her own apartment. Pausing at my front door, she suddenly turned and threw her arms around me, planting her lips squarely on mine. Pushing her tongue into my mouth once again, I thought that she was trying to to rekindle the fires that she'd started earlier. With some relief, she broke contact, and thanked me once more, "for everything!" Quite frankly, she had exhausted me that evening, and I needed a bit of rest. Reaching her apartment door, she opened it, stepped in, then back out to give me the 'OK" sign and disappear.

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The next couple of weeks went on pretty routinely. The few times that I met Barb on the stairways, she greeted me as usual, as though nothing had happened between us. It was actually a relief to me, as I was having a bit of angst regarding how I'd treat our altered relationship after that night. As for Bob... well, Bob was Bob... He saluted me whenever I bumped into him; again, everything as usual.

My notes from Beth still came through the mails regularly, and I almost felt that nothing had changed, except for the physical bit. She was still having problems with her roommate and her quirkiness, but was doing exceptionally well in her studies. She was on the way to graduating from Nursing School sometime the following summer, and was wondering when we could 'hook up' again. She pointed out that I had ruined her for 'regular' lovemaking, and that now she needed my help to 'get her off' whenever she 'got the urge.'

Of course, that gave me plenty of 'pound-off' material to assist me in relieving myself whenever my 'ball pressure' got too high. But a few weeks later, the moving vans were parked at the bottom of the apartments, ready to take Bob and Barb's household effects to their ultimate destination. They had about 2 days to get their packing finished up and ready for 'take-off.' That evening, as Bob was out celebrating his departure with his 'buds,' Barb came over to my apartment, and knocked on my door.

As I opened my door, she promptly pushed me back into my living room, closing the door behind her. As I was about to say something, she pressed her forefinger against my lips, shushing me. Instead, she said, "Not tonight, Jim. This one's for you. Beth is so fucking lucky!" Finishing that cryptic statement, she began unbuttoning my shirt and finishing that, she popped open my jeans and dropped them to the floor.

Yanking down my boxer shorts, she leaned back on her heels, watching my equally surprised cock begin to slowly come to life. Dropping her head into my crotch, she quickly sucked up my dick, nursing it to complete attention. It all happened so quickly that all I had composure to do was to bring my hands up to her head to help guide her onto my grateful cock. Sliding my hands into her hair, I gently kept pace with her bobbing head, barely resisting an impulse to push my cock deeper into her throat.

The combination of watching her eyes looking up at me while she moved her talented mouth up and down my dick, and the fondling of my balls with her talented hands was a powerful recipe for me to take the shortcut to heaven. All too soon, I felt the twist in my groin that announced my imminent discharge, and I choked out a quick warning to her. Instead of pulling back, Barb grabbed my ass cheeks in each hand, and pulled me into her face until her nose was buried in my pubic hair. Holding me there, she took my entire load into her mouth, pulling back only when I released her head to let her know I was finished.

Getting back up, Barb again mashed her lips into mine, and stepping back she said, "I really can't thank you enough. Good-bye!" With that, she disappeared back into her apartment to finish her pack-up. Still standing inside my doorway, with my clothing down around my ankles and the faint taste of my own cum in my mouth, all I could think about was what a lucky bastard Bob was, married to a woman like that. If she belonged to me, I'd definitely be spending much more time at home with her.

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All too soon, the apartment next door was vacant, and after a short stream of 'lookers' had wandered through the empty space, a rather large Samoan family moved in, displacing the familiar memories associated with the past several weeks. Only the regular weekly letters from Beth kept me in touch with the best weeks of my life so far. I figured that even those would fade away over time as she settled in to her new academic routine. Until that happened however, I vowed to myself that I'd try to keep up my end of the correspondence, even as unaccustomed as I was to writing.

I was beginning to believe that Beth had ruined me for 'regular' lovemaking as well... But my enlistment was up in a few months, and her correspondence had indicated to me that perhaps..., just perhaps, California might be a good place to put down stakes. 




Pearl Ch. 03



I'd recommend reading Chapter One and Two to get to know these folks before proceeding on; not a requirement, just a suggestion.

This Chapter contains some reality, but mostly fiction; as always the incriminating parts disguised, as they should be.

I would particularly like to thank Honeywildcat for her editorial prowess, without which this story would certainly contain way too many grammatical 'poopies!'

As usual, I welcome constructive criticism, understanding that improvement can only result from objective readers. Whether you hate this missive for some reason, or enjoy it, any feedback would be welcome.

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The remaining weeks turned into months, and although the letters from Beth continued to arrive with anticipated regularity, I missed touching her, hearing her laughter, making love to her. I found myself thinking about her more often, wondering if she were dating again, or falling in love with someone else. On those days when I was feeling a bit down, I often found myself experiencing the unfamiliar pangs of jealousy, imagining someone else enjoying the same wonderful delights that I'd shared with her. Something was happening to me, I thought, and I wasn't quite sure what.

The completion of my enlistment now enabled me to financially finish my degree through the G.I. Bill. I'd already completed nearly two and a half years towards a bachelor's degree, by taking advantage of the BuMed tuition aid program. Things apparently had come together, and I could hardly wait to let Beth know.

For the first time since her return to the mainland, I called her up by phone. I'd had her number ever since she'd sent it to me in her first letter. Resisting the urge to use it right away, I didn't want to appear too eager, I'd forgotten all about it. Apparently it was her roommate who answered the phone, because I was suddenly swamped with a barrage of questions about who I was, why did I want to talk to Beth, how long had I known her, etc. Phone calls to the mainland, U.S. from Hawaii were pretty expensive, and I began to lose patience.

Suddenly, as I was just about to hang up the phone in frustration, I heard a squawk at the other end, followed by a couple of thumps! Then, a more familiar voice came on, "Jim! Is that you?" Beth shouted into the mouthpiece. "Hello, hello!"

After I settled her down with my voice, I began to explain to her my options at the end of my enlistment. I could either reenlist, or take advantage of the G.I Bill and return to college in San Diego. It took some time for the shrieking to die down, but in the end, the consensus was that I'd join her in San Diego within the next two months. Before I hung up I heard her say something that brought a lump to my throat, but seem to sum up what I was feeling as well. "I think I'm falling in love with you, Jim."

As you might imagine, the last couple of months before my discharge and return to the mainland were the longest two months of my life. During that time however, I managed to finish the enrollment procedures with SDSU, and to give away or sell most of the household effects that I had remaining that were still worth something, but not worth moving. Soon, I was at Honolulu International Airport, with a one-way ticket to San Diego.

The flight was uneventful, but very long, and eventually we landed in San Diego. Imagine my surprise and my delight at seeing both Beth and a very pregnant Barb at the airport to greet me! Rushing up to the arrival gate, Beth threw herself at me, strangling me in her hugs, kissing me all over my face! I returned her enthusiasm in kind whenever I could, but she was rested and I was tired from the long flight. They both dragged me and my baggage off to their station wagon, and on to Beth's apartment.

When we arrived, there was no evidence of her roommate, and when I asked her about that she said, "You gave me the perfect excuse to kick her ass out of here!"

While she pointed out which room was going to be my room, she directed me to hers, urging me to take a shower and get some sleep. With jet-lag weighing heavily on my body and my mind, I barely had finished my shower when I passed out on her bed, leaving the women in the kitchen chatting away.

When I finally awoke, the clock on the bed stand was showing 2:30 am and I could hear the faint snoring of Beth beside me. The feel of her naked leg, slung over my waist gave me an instant feeling of having come home. I only had one major obstacle to overcome before I could cement our relationship once more. Since seeing Barb at the airport, guilt had reared its ugly head, and I needed to rid myself of this feeling by taking my greatest risk ever, confessing the incident to Beth.

Now, don't get me wrong, I don't do guilt easily. I usually don't do guilt at all. But this situation was literally too close to home! If I hooked up with Beth on a more permanent basis, I'd have this 'thing' hanging over my head. I was never even a mediocre liar! On the other hand, this whole confession thing could blow up in my face, and I'd lose something that I had truly desired forever!

Me being wide awake, snuggled next to a very warm, naked, succulent female began to have its effect on me. I felt my very neglected cock beginning to impose itself onto this quiet scene. She had the same sounds, the same smells, the same effect on me that she had when she was with me overseas. Her persona had put an indelible imprint on me and the effect was predictable. If this were to be the last time I'd have with Beth, I wanted to make it a memorable one!

In the dim light from the nightlight, Beth's soft, sensuous contours were calling me, even though she was asleep. I turned slightly, and began caressing her thigh, remembering the reactions that this precipitated when we were in Hawaii. Sure enough, she started moaning in her sleep, causing an instant reaction in my groin. Trying not to move too swiftly, I took some time to examine my prize, now that she was unaware of my attention. She was lovely! As much as I wanted to mount her on the spot, I wanted to remember her as she was now, sleeping next to me, a smile on her face. What was she dreaming about? I wondered. I reached out and carefully pulled a lock of her dark hair away from her face, but as I did so she slowly opened her eyes and looked up at me.

"Hi'ya tiger," she said. "All rested up?" As she said that, her hand made its way down my chest towards my groin. She softly scratched her fingers through my pubic hair, before grasping my cock at the base, assuring herself of my readiness for her. I suddenly noticed that I'd been holding my breath the entire time, and let out my own soft moan.

It'd been so long, but I wanted to make this time again with her last. I leaned into her, bringing my right hand up to her face, my left behind her head. Dropping my face to hers, I gently nibbled on her lips while I brought my hand slowly down to her neck, then to her breast. As I began to tweak her stiffened nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I pressed my tongue into her mouth, again slowly, relishing the taste of her. She began to fight back, entangling her own tongue with mine, and beginning to stroke my cock with increasing speed, something I was trying to delay.

Pulling myself back, I began to nibble and kiss my way down her throat to her breasts, forcing her to release my cock, which was about to make its own mind up about how long this was to last. Taking her nipple into my mouth, I lightly teased it with my teeth, causing her to begin thrashing around a bit, trying to hurry me along. Not satisfied with one, I then turned to the other one and gave it equal attention. Beth was breathing in gasps at the moment, so I was hoping that I might just be able to get her off before I began my own explosion.

It was becoming more difficult to hold back her passion, but I was determined to stretch out her pleasure as far as possible and in turn keep my own under constraint. She was the magnificent instrument. I was but the poor musician, but I drew my pleasure from hers, so it was not necessarily a one-way street. She was certainly worth all my best efforts, and I began to work my way down her belly to her navel, where I spent just a bit of time tasting the center of her tummy. I tried to ignore the clawing of her hands into my shoulders and her grip on the sides of my head.

My goal was at hand however, as I could smell the sweet musky scent of her overheated pussy. I verified her readiness by drawing my hand through her vaginal lips, which I found full of her aphrodisiac moisture. The blood was pounding in my temples, as well as into my cock, and I knew I couldn't hold off much longer. Replacing my fingers with my mouth, I began the feast of her that I'd dreamt about these past few lonely months. It was brought to an abrupt end when she suddenly stiffened, tightening her thighs around my head and began shuddering in an intense climax! As I was holding on to my bucking partner, I took note that her climax had not come silently. She had let out a howl that was sure to wake the neighbors. A first for us, I thought.

As soon as her twitching subsided, Beth grabbed me by the sides of my head and pulled me up and onto her. Her legs still spread wide, she reached down to my very happy cock and placed it at the entrance to her body. Simultaneously thrusting her hips upward, and jamming her heels into my ass cheeks, she literally impaled herself on my cock in one stroke! She immediately took control, and began a rhythm that virtually ensured that I would be joining her in sensual heaven very soon.

Sure enough, I began to feel the tightening in my balls that signaled ejaculation. Holding off as long as I could, I was soon defeated by her heavy breathing into my ear, finally forcing me to spurt streams of neglected sperm deeply into her body. Feeling my climax, Beth wrapped herself around me in an iron embrace, not giving me any wiggle room until I collapsed in exhaustion! This had to be the most intense release I remembered in my life. Lying there on top of her, I slowly began to catch my breath, but I soon found out that Beth had other plans.

After a brief few moments of basking in the glow of sexual relief, it occurred to me that Beth had not experienced her release this time, as I had. The reason for this reflection was the soft massaging of my cock by her cuntal muscles, again causing me to wonder how in the world she managed it. Despite the colossal orgasm that I'd just experienced moments ago, my cock slowly began to respond to her ministrations.

It took a few minutes, but relentlessly, her massage along the length of my cock teased it into attention once more. Accepting my fate, I began a slow, deep stroke into her body, and back out. I paused only to realign my cockhead to rub along her clitoris to give her the most contact possible from my thrusts. The increased angle of my strokes, and the fact that I'd just exploded into her body just a few minutes ago was the assurance I needed to make this a long, loving and pleasurable fuck. As I slowly moved in and out of her, watching her flushed face moving back and forth on the pillow, I thought I saw a shadow pass the bedroom door out of the corner of my eye. Looking that way, I saw nothing out of the ordinary, nor did I hear anything.

Finally, I could take no more, and Beth's increased tempo signaled that she was coming very close to climax as well. Leaning down over her chest, I reached out with my right hand and took her left nipple between my thumb and forefinger and placed her right between my teeth. Just when I judged that her breathing had reached the peak of crescendo, I nipped and tweaked her nipples at the same time, driving her into a shuddering climax! I hung on as she thrashed about, but I finally went over the edge as well, emptying whatever remained in my balls into her womb. When we finally came down off our sexual high, we just lay there, wrapped in each other's arms. After a few minutes, I began to hear the slow easy breathing that informed me that Beth had finally fallen back to sleep.

Disentangling myself carefully, making sure that I didn't wake Beth, I decided to wander into the kitchen and make a quick snack. After all, I was now wide awake, not having had a chance to shake off the effects of jet-lag yet. Pulling on my boxers, I started for the kitchen but stopped short when I saw a light already on and heard some shuffling sounds coming down the hall from it. Approaching it cautiously, I peeked around the corner of the doorway, and discovered to my surprise, Barb in a loose-fitting nightgown, sitting at the kitchen table.

"C'mon in, Jim," She said. "I can fix you a sandwich or something if you're hungry."

I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, but I was. My impulsive tryst with her back in Hawaii was the key problem facing me in my relationship with Beth, I thought. But I now saw an opportunity to enlist some help in how to approach Beth to try to explain it to her before she found out about it on her own. The only catch was, would Barb be willing to incriminate herself to save my relationship with Beth?

Without waiting for an answer, Barb got up and began putting together a rather delicious looking Dagwood sandwich. It must come from being married, I thought, female intuition or something. I noted that she still looked wonderful, even carrying a belly full of infant. Even pregnancy agreed with these women, I thought. Feeling a little self-conscious in just my boxers, and a little damp around the fly, I settled myself opposite of where she was sitting when I came in. Barb quickly finished up and returned to the table where she deposited a monstrous sandwich in front of me, accompanied with a large mug of hot herbal tea and sat down opposite me.

Thanking her, and taking a deep blistering gulp of the tea, I took in a deep breath and said to her, "Barb, we need to talk..." She just sat there for a minute or so, but it seemed like a lot longer. 

Then, raising her face to look straight into my eyes, she said, "Yeah, Jimmy, we do..." The tone of her voice began to raise goose bumps on my arms, and I thought that this was about to become a doomed mission. Another pause, and finally she said, "Ya'know, you two fuck like a couple of bunnies. Loud bunnies!" I looked at her and she was smiling. "She's lucky to have you, Jim. Really lucky," She said. "And you're damn lucky to have her," she continued. "I need to tell you something, and I want you to keep quiet until I finish." Her tone made me understand that I was now the audience, not the orator.

She began her story as I began to work my way into the Dagwood sandwich. "My sister and I have always been close, Jim, very close. I would do anything for her, anything! She has been happier during her relationship with you than I've ever seen her with anyone else, and there weren't that many before you, just in case you thought that she'd been slutting around," she continued. I never thought that might have been the case, but a response to that statement didn't seem the tactful thing to say at this time.

Letting out a big sigh, she continued, "She only went along with it because of me, and thinking that she'd probably never see you again. It was only your letters to her that finally convinced her that she might be with you again." Fearing the worst, I sat back in my chair, not really knowing where all this was going. I saw tears beginning to form in her eyes, finally trickling down her cheeks. 'Went along with what,' I thought. Should I be outraged, upset, pissed off? This was not going well, I thought, and I was finally faced with the possibility of a life without Beth. If what she'd done didn't break us up, then what I'd done surely would.

Watching Barb trying to compose herself, I hadn't noticed that Beth had woken up and was now standing in the kitchen doorway. Looking at her sister, she said, "I thought we'd agreed to do this together." Startled, Barb began sobbing even harder, bringing her hands to her face. Looking at Beth, I saw she was now dressed in the t-shirt that I'd discarded after my shower the night before, and little else. I felt that old, familiar stirring in my groin once again. My cock certainly had little patience with drama, I noted.

Crossing the kitchen and sitting next to Barb, Beth put her arms around her and hugged her. Trying to soothe her as you would a child. Now I was left to myself on my side of the table, feeling like a shit, and I hadn't had an opportunity to either find out what this was all about, or to reveal my own little transgression. I just wanted this whole scene to be over, so if I had to, I could pack my stuff and get on my way.

Finally, the ladies composed themselves enough to continue. Beth began with, "If you decide to leave after we've revealed what we've done, I understand. But, I hope, from the bottom of my heart that you'll forgive us and stay." Seeing that I wasn't about to say anything, and that she had my full attention, she continued. "My sister and her husband have been married for nearly 4 yrs." She said. "During all that time they've tried to have children, but without any luck. Bob continually accused Barb of being sterile, or barren, or somehow less than a 'real' woman."

Looking at Barb's very large and pregnant belly, I tried to lighten the somber air in the kitchen at the moment by saying, "Enough times at bat, and any player can get a hit. Looks like Bob hit one 'out of the park' this time!" I regretted the remark as soon as I finished! Barb began sobbing even louder than before, and Beth shot me a dirty look. I threw my hands in the air, indicating that I'd keep my mouth shut from this point on.

Beth continued, "Since I was in nursing school at the time, I suggested that they go to the doctor for fertility testing, so that they could find out what the problem might be. As soon as I did, Bob went into a rage, accusing us of trying to pin the blame onto him. His bloody macho bullshit just wouldn't allow for the possibility that the problem might reside with him, and he refused to have himself checked, and further, forbade her to get checked. Eventually, I talked her into getting checked off base, and the results came back strongly positive. Her doctor even joked that if she washed her underwear with her husband's, she should get pregnant!"

While she paused for a moment, I noticed both of them watching my face carefully, apparently for some kind of reaction. But me, big, dumb and clueless, sat there with a blank look on my face. Seeing no reaction, Beth continued, "Then I was invited to Hawaii to house sit for my sister and her husband, and enjoy the islands while they visited their families in the states. And then... I met you. You gave me the best two weeks of my life, and since I was going to return to school and probably never see you again, I began to hatch a plan to help my sister." 

Just about then Barb choked out, "It was my fault, not hers!"

Shushing her sister, she went on, "While we were together, I checked out several things to make sure it would work. The same hair color, eye color, same general build, accounting of course, for Bob's obsession with working out. Your dog tag information assured me that you both had the same blood type, so there would be little chance of anyone discovering the possibility that anything was wrong. I had her wear my perfume, wait a few weeks after I was gone, and then, at a time she was in peak fertility to mimic the activities that had resulted in our first, uhmm, compatibility match. She even told me that you'd tried to stop her." The silence after she'd finished that statement was deafening. I had been pretty thick during this entire revelation, but now I could definitely see where this was leading.




Pearl Ch. 03



As the realization sank in, and the hairs on the back of my arms began to rise, I tried to do some quick mental calculations of the months that had passed since Barb and I had had our little tryst. Naturally, I was handicapped by the fact that I'd never inquired how far along she presently was. Finally, seeing a reaction from me, Beth confirmed what I'd finally managed to figure out, but she added this, "Since there's no real way to easily determine whose baby this is, there's a better chance that it's Bob's than it is yours. Remember your earlier observation, 'the more times at bat...'"

I was speechless! As I was trying to get my mind around all this, all I could come up with is a recollection of an old gangster movie I once saw, where the warden breaks into the execution chamber and cries out, "The governor has just called, and granted the pardon!" Mistaking my shock for revulsion, Beth and Barb began speaking together, trying to plead with me to forgive them, to stay, to try to allow them to 'make things right.' I just couldn't let this drama go on, so I got up, walked over to Beth, pulled her up out of her seat, and began pulling her back to the bedroom. As I reached the doorway, I turned to Barb and said, "Barb, you were one of the best I've ever had. Thanks!" Then, turning to Beth I said, "But you, my dear, were the very best!" 

As we walked down the hallway to our bedroom I heard Barb say, "And you, handsome, were the very best as well!"

The tension when we reached the bedroom could barely be cut with a saber. But as if to prove her gratitude for me not taking offense to her trickery in trying to get her sister impregnated, she turned into a tigress. Throwing me onto the bed, ripping off my boxers, and mounting me like this was going to be the last fuck on earth! I was perfectly willing to let her take charge now, as I knew she'd take me to places that I really, really wanted to go.

Pieces came together after that. I found out that Barb spent Bob's duty nights with Beth because she hated the thought of spending nights alone, especially while pregnant. I had no objections, since I learned more about them and their family while they traded 'barbs' on duty nights than I would've any other way. Those evenings were precious, as Beth and Barb were at their best and worst, recalling hilarious events from their 'formative' years. But finally, the 'special event' came about.

Just a few days before Beth was to attend graduation ceremonies, we received a call from Bob that Barb had been taken to the hospital to deliver the baby. Beth threw some things together, and we were soon on our way to the Naval Hospital at Camp Pendleton. Bob had met us at the gate once we arrived and escorted us to the hospital's delivery room. About an hour later, Barb delivered an 8 lb, 8 oz baby boy! Once we were all allowed to view the baby, I was on pins and needles not knowing what to expect.

'The moment of truth,' I thought. Looking at the baby, I don't know what I expected, but as I peered at the little rascal, I only saw a baby! Bob's parents were in attendance, and of course they saw the 'spitting image' of their son in his. A fuzzy crown of brown hair, blue eyes, and attitude! He seemed pissed to be here, which would have been the only attribute I could claim as my own. But thankfully, there was nothing that pointed explicitly to me. Relieved, I left the immediate family to their miraculous new addition and wandered back to the waiting room.

Things settled back down after that, and Beth went on to her graduation ceremony. She'd gotten a job at Grossmont Hospital, not too far from where we were staying, and I continued to attend the university getting into the old collegiate routine. Classes, assignments, study and sleep. Punctuated by some pretty creative, steamy sexual acrobatics whenever our respective schedules coincided. It soon became inescapable, we were destined to be together, as boredom with each other seemed impossible.

We made our wedding plans to coincide with my own graduation several months hence, and of course this gave Beth and Barb yet more stuff to plot and scheme about. I left the details to them naturally, because I couldn't, wouldn't, fathom the mysteries of the wedding ceremony. Call it a 'guy' thing, but I was satisfied with the way things were going.

One evening, as I was sharing my communal evening with Beth, I noticed that she seemed a bit distracted, even though I'd been nibbling on her nipples, something that usually got her right to the spot for the activities to come. I'd also been softly stroking her vaginal lips, stoking her up for my anticipated feast, but her distance tonight began to bug me a bit. Finally, I said, "What is it? Is something wrong?"

She mumbled a bit, but I kept at her, teasing her distraction out of her. Finally, she turned to me and said, "I don't think I could tolerate any kind of infidelity from my husband."

Taken a bit by surprise I responded, "Of course not dear. I hope you don't think that I'm going to be screwing around on you, do you?"

Looking up at me, she smiled, and said, "Of course not. I was just thinking..." Now that she had my curiosity piqued, I had to find out what it was that was bothering her. I knew I wouldn't get anywhere with her until the question had been answered. Still looking into my eyes, she told me that Barb had mentioned to her that she wanted another baby, hopefully a girl this time!

Ok, I was a little bit confused right now, but I thought that the right answer would be, "Bad timing, eh?"

Once I said that, Beth shot me one of those 'you idiot' looks, smiled, and said, "You're not my husband yet Jim, so actually, it's really all about the timing."