3 comments/ 41958 views/ 21 favorites The World Is Different Now Ch. 01 By: LaPatitMort It has only been four generations since a well-intentioned aggressive female President of the United States rushed to truly liberate women. Just a little gene therapy and women were free from menopause and their periods were easily controllable. The entire European world, India, China and Japan followed within ten years. Within two generations, we learned that the results were catastrophic for women and men alike. Women are horny and fertile from puberty till death now. About half the males born are sterile with suppressed I.Q.s because of mutated "Y" chromosomes, a fourth are ok and a fourth are virile but can pass on mutated genes. Already, the ratio of fertile women to fertile un-affected men is twenty to one, in the affected areas of the world. High priced sperm banks are rampant; the market for unaffected organs is so lucrative that the underworld makes more from organs than drugs. The demand for unaffected men is quadrupling every year. Polygamy is now legal. Few people bother to get married. For a short time, some men took to wearing a government issued "AM" (all male) badge to signal that they were tested, virile and genetically pure. They could develop harems overnight. But that marked them for beatings, and worse, from the majority of men who want mates but are sterile or genetically affected. The intelligencia are trying to decide whether women's I.Q.s are also dropping and how to save the human race. Ideas range from pregnancy permits, to only invetro pregnancies, to cloning, to required abortion of all fetuses who carry bad genes, to some really wild stuff, like mandatory sterilization of affected humans or requiring females to become baby factories for known good embryos. The population is dropping in all expect the Latin cultured countries. Most of those countries have restricted their men from leaving and highly restrict travel into their countries. Entire cultures are extrapolating the generation of their total demise. Productivity is down, research is down and innovation is down world-wide. The best and brightest men are for sex now, not work. The best and brightest women seem to be driven to have unaffected children. Forged medical reports and documents are big business. A whole new set of legal problems have arisen. Many women have paid fortunes to sperm banks to have healthy male babies, only to be scammed and be saddled with the expenses and heartbreak of raising a dim witted, sterile male. Adopting your own healthy child out for money is now legal. Do it five times and you are set for life. I'm Tom Carrow and I'm an unaffected male of twenty-five." Does that sound like an ancient intro at an Alcoholics Anonymous Meeting? It is much worse than that. If affected males knew that they would want to bash me and kill me. If females knew that am pure, they would hound me way beyond human capacity. So I act dim witted, depressed and stay to myself; I pretend to be one of the affected majority. Like most of my kind. I hide. I work in a tire shop, even though my I.Q. is over 130. I have moved away from home so no one knows me. I would love to go to college and have a fulfilling job. I long for a wife, or two, or three, but then word would get out. Maybe not this year, or the next, but eventually, someone would kill me. I am different. I totally understand, that the lowest common denominator is far below me. I would have to be reduced by the masses of men who also want women. Vanna lives in my apartment building. We have had dinner together several times, always in her apartment. She has three sisters who live with their mother. She and her family all want normal children. They have all read how families used to be. How men and women worked; how children were reared; and how life was about 2020. She speaks of it as a fairy tale and glows as she keeps me up to date on her friend who has had a fully normal female baby. We both know there is only a slight chance that little girl will grow up and ever see a normal male, much less marry and have children with one. "How about you Vanna? Have you ever thought of having children?" "O, yes, all the time. I'm only a one-half. My family stopped the therapy of newborns after two generations. Surely, if I had three children with a whole man, one would be fully healthy." "Would you give so much of your life to raising the other two, just for one complete one? How would you protect a normal male child? Have you decided how you will get pregnant?" "Tom, I know my dreams are not sensible. I don't have an answer to any of that. I don't even know an un-affected male and I don't have the money for invetro and testing enough times to get a good baby. There are so few babies today. I know I would be a wonderful mother. It is just a fantasy." Twice, Vanna had come to my apartment. I never invited her; she just knocked and came in. Today, she came again, presumably to ask me to dinner and to meet her visiting older sister. She doddled around, looked at my books and quickly checked the history and favorites log on my computer, when she thought I was not looking. She noted my electronic subscriptions to what used to be called "Newspapers" and e-zines. I knew a challenge was coming. "Tom, you are not like the men I know. You have interests and intelligence. You are more articulate than most. Are you sterile and affected?" "You know me. I work in a tire shop. We've talked many times. Do I seem smart like that to you? Don't make me admit to my shortcomings. You know how much I like you. Don't you think I would tell you if I could meet any of your dreams?" "I don't know. I think you are more than you seem." "Well for God's sakes, if that is what you think, don't say it too loud. You could get me killed." "Tell me the truth. I'll keep your secret, whatever it is. I don't know a single male who reads the things you do, knows current events or has an intellectual side like you do." "You're a mean woman, Vanna. I'm just a regular guy who finds you attractive and knows you rejected me long ago. I'm just a friend. Don't make me admit my lack of completeness." "I can find out you know. I work in the records office." "Please don't do that." "Then tell me the truth." She could be lying. It is not easy to get such DNA info. Even today that is not like DMV records or criminal records. "Vanna, it is time for you to leave. I will come for dinner this weekend, only if you promise not to ask such questions again." "Ok, I'm sorry Tom. Saturday, evening about seven. Goodnight." That was too easy. I did not sleep well that night. It was too easy. Women had become more aggressive in the last two hundred years. They knew they were in control of business, intelligence and money now. They were just very, very unfilled and unhappy now. Why didn't she pressure me? I did not know, Vanna's mom, Marge, was visiting also. I had heard she was a nurse. Her older sister, Addie, was the administrator of the same hospital. Maybe I was affected. I didn't make the records connection until I was shaking hands with good ol' mom. At least for a few minutes, I set my fear aside, when I saw Marge; she was a mid-forties, shapely, big-breasted redhead whose green eyes sparked with the knowledge that she could fuck any man into submission. I acted shy, avoided getting into any conversations and kept my eyes to my dinner. Into the entrée Marge challenged me. "You can stop the act now, Tom. We know your background and that you are keeping your purity under wraps." "I have no idea what you are talking about." "Your real name is Tom Callow, you come from a small town in the farming belt of Kansas. Your family has home schooled for generations. Your entire family was pure. You had two brothers and a sister who were killed along with your mother and father. It took me three tries to get your real blood work up. You've done a good job covering your tracks." "Not good enough." I got up to leave. Vanna caught up to me, "Tom, please don't get mad. I really like you and needed to know about you." "Your medling is going to get me killed. You, your sister and your mother are beautiful intelligent and successful. Your interest alone, will bring unwanted attention. Women like you would not be interested in an affected male. I've hidden well here for three years." "Tom, please stay." I stayed. Real conversation was a treat. An intellectual argument was near ecstasy. I was dreading the fall of the other shoe. Women always had a motive for such meetings. It finally surfaced. Marge started it off, "Vanna wants you to give her a baby. If you do that, I'll finish covering your tracks so only we will ever know." "I want to see her genetic work-up and medical history too. It will have to be the old fashioned way. Too many records otherwise." "Have you ever had sex before?" I was irritated, and it showed in my voice, "There is sex in Kansas. That wasn't my sister who was killed. It was my girlfriend and she was pregnant. I've been here ever since." "You are really mad at us right now." "Damn right. But the company, the conversation and the view has been wonderful." Marge piped up again, "Girls, this is a playful demanding man. Be on your toes, just to keep up with him. You may never see another." For the next few weeks, Vanna and I talked casually, until one night there was a knock on my door. Women did not risk dressing like this any more. Her mom had a hand in this. Vanna had on a tube-top, a short skirt, no shoes; she was clean and smelled of vanilla. She was bright red, embarrassed and stuttered when she asked to borrow a cup of sugar. I think she is older than me, but I played. "Were is your cup for the sugar, little girl?" "Oh, I guess, I forgot it." "That's alright, I cannot risk a little virgin like you being out by yourself. I'll lend you a cup. Come sit on the couch while I get one." "How did you know I am a virgin." "I guessed. Don't worry, I'll be good for you. You will not be a virgin when you go home and hopefully you will be pregnant." I never knew what a swoon was until that moment. She was mine. Totally pliable and I had not even touched her. "Vanna, you can ask me to stop at any time. I know why you are here but I want our time together to be wonderful. Let's pretend we are in love. Trust me, give yourself to me and I will give you what your want." Our first kiss was a bad one. Our noses were in the way. The second was better. I nibbled at her lips and licked them. When I pushed my tongue between hers, they parted and she sucked. For twenty minutes we learned to kiss and felt each other's body through our clothing. When I lowered my lips to her breast, she arched into me. I pulled her top down and kissed her nipple. A soft moan filled the air. I could smell her need by the time I finished loving her other breast. She offered no resistance when I reached under her skirt and pulled at her panties. She stood and gave them to me. She never blinked when I brought them to my nose, inhaled and put them aside. I led her willingly to my bedroom and she opened her legs for me as I pushed her down onto the bed. "Not yet, Vanna. I want to enjoy every inch of you. Taste you, make your body ache and fly before I cum in your belly and give you the baby we both want." She looked at me strangely. I'm sure every thought up to that time was of "her baby." I slipped her top completely off and kissed down her left arm, across her armpit and settled on her nipple again. Her body did not know what it wanted, so it just wiggled under me. Down again. Down across her ovary, down the top of her leg, across her knee, down to her foot, where I kissed and sucked at each toe. She was moaning now. Up now. Up inside her leg, inside her thigh. Her legs parted wider for me. I opened her lips. I could tell she was a virgin but she should not have much pain. I lapped at her lips and the sides of her pussy. I kissed below near her ass, then up to lightly touch her covered clit. Just a hint of what was to come. I opened her and kissed away some of her flowing wetness. She was sweet, clean, not soapy, she tasted only of a woman. I stretched her wider and her little pearl sparkled in front of a man for the first time. When I licked it, she froze. When I licked it again, she moved. When I sucked it lightly the first time, she clasped my head to make sure I would not move away. I let her have her way. She ground into me as I struggled to keep my kisses and touch gentle. Without warning she cried our some unintelligible words and came on my lips. I never slowed, just moved off her sensitive clit. I nibbled at the right side of her pussy and sucked her belly button. I kissed and licked at her ovary buried deep. "Look at me Vanna." I stood by the side of the bed and slowly undressed for her. She seemed to appreciate my chest, stared at my nipples and the hair. She looked all down my legs when I removed my pants. I paused as she looked directly into my eyes, as if to plead, "Please, hurry." When I stepped out of my boxers my cock was rigid and wet, bobbing on its own. I noted a little fear, so I went to her, laid on her, let her feel my weight. "Touch me, Vanna. Guide me into your body." There was no hesitation. She rubbed the head of my cock all around the opening of her cunt, centered it and pushed her hips up so just the tip nestled against her maiden's barrier. I pushed and the helmet stretched her and lodged inside. She gasped. "The next part will hurt for a moment but only the first time. Then I will be inside you. Your body will stretch and easily take me. Your womb will suck the semen from me and it will puddle at your cervix. In just a little while, your body will be satisfied and you will be pregnant." I felt her open wider for me. Challanging me. I thrust. She cried out and tightened all her muscles to protect herself from pain. In only a minute, the pain was gone and she rolled her hips, learning how she could use my shaft to rub her clit. Again she rolled and I matched her movements by pulling out half way and thrusting so our pubic bones bumped together the first time. She smiled up at me, "Again, Tom, do that again." She was ready now. Ready to fuck and to fuck back. Ready to find out why once there were so many people in the world. Ready to feel the pleasure her woman's body could give her. She came again quickly. My mind was filled with worry, so I did not cum with her. I rolled her on top of me and moved her hips with my hands until she learned to ride me. Her body was winning me over. Her sheath was slippery and tight. I could feel the depth of her each time she settled her weight to my crotch. Her eyes were almost closed. She moaned and drooled and she came again. Her eyes flickered open, questioning. "Now it is time, Vanna. Get on your hands and knees." I knelt behind her, entered her and jarred her with my first thrust. On my second our bodies slapped together and on my third she met me half way. Sweat was pouring down my face, dripping onto her ass. She never felt it. She was calling my name and saying words that had never crossed her lips before. "Fuck me Tom. Cum into me. Fuck me Tom. Give me a baby." She screamed into the mattress and came. That drove me wild. My strokes into her were wild, almost uncontrolled. I slipped out once. Swore and put my cock back in and fucked more controlled. This time I panted, "I'm going to cum. I'm going to fill your cunt up. You will drip for a week." She screamed again into the mattress and pushed back at me violently. I held on and we shared each wet, throbbing pulse of my cum into her hopeful womb. I fell but hung onto her. I landed on my side, pulling her with me, my cock buried deep. My breath returned to normal. I felt her squeeze her cunt muscles. My cock was too soft to twitch, so I ran my hand around her and cupped her breast, pulling her to me. She snuggled and we dozed for a while. When she awoke, I turned her, hovering over her and kissed her. She was warm and compliant. "Do you like not being a virgin?" "It was a lot of fun getting that way." "Suck me, Vanna, get me hard again." When she saw my cock, covered with our combined dried cum stains, she hesitated. "Get me ready. I want to make sure you are pregnant." Her lips closed over me and she sucked. Soon she was licking, kissing and enjoying our taste. She had me hard in moments. "On your back. I'm going to show you what your body can take." There was a look of fear in her eyes, when I pushed all the way into her soaking cunt. I pulled out and thrust hard. Her body bounced. I had fifty pounds on her and lots of strength. But she felt how her body was made for this. Her hips spread my power and her body cried, "Do it again." Again and again, I pounded into her. She was helping now, rising up so I could slam her down. "When I cum this time, I'm going to be very still, so you can feel me pump into you." I pushed a pillow under her for more depth and to get a better angle to impregnate her. Five, ten, maybe twenty more hard thrusts and I froze. She was cuming during my first pump. The feeling was exquisite. Her body was sucking me. Pulling every drop from me. To get what she wanted she would take my blood and my life into her womb. It was all I could do to keep myself from collapsing onto her. Instead, I looked at her closed eyes and made my cock dance inside her. She caught on and tightened her muscles after each of my jerks. Her lovely eyes opened. Sleepily, she smiled at me. "I could get used to this, Tom." When I finally lay down beside her. She spoke. "Do you think it worked?" "Yes I do. But if it didn't, we'll have to do it again." There was a long pause then she asked, "If it did work, can we still do it again?" The World Is Different Now Ch. 02 Vanna and I talked every day for the next couple of weeks. I really liked her. She was so excited and frightened the morning she could take the pregnancy test. Her mom was with her again. She waited for me to get off work and the three of us had dinner scheduled at her apartment. Everyone promised to have a good time whatever the results. I so hoped I would not have to see disappointment in her eyes. Her mom and I both went with her to the bathroom to watch her pee on the little indicator. I took the plastic tube from her, so I would be the first to know. I don't think she breathed for the two minutes. "You are pregnant Vanna." She fell into my arms and her mother wrapped her arms around both of us while Vanna cried. Marge and I sat down and shared a bottle of champagne while Vanna called her sisters. The practiced official story was: she had gone through artificial insemination, was now in debt, she was going to move in with her mother and sisters in the suburbs and everyone was helping financially. I had things I wanted to discuss. I wanted to help also and be a real father. I would not get a chance to talk tonight; Marge had her own agenda. "Tom, we all have noticed how you hide and live like a hermit. If you came to live with us in the secure gated community for medical personnel, you would be safer and have more freedom. We could give you the identity of my dead nephew, he was marginally affected." "Why Marge? Why would you do that? Why do you want a kept man?" "I am not after a sex slave. Your life would be your own. Of course, I am hoping you will father children with my other daughters and maybe me. All your choice. We will not black mail you. We would never disclose your genetic secret to anyone unless you said it was all right. Maybe it's by default, but you are part of my family now." My mind was spinning. I remember the stories my mother used to tell me from the Old Testament. Women had to have a husband to survive. Men would sometimes take responsibility for the wives and families of deceased brothers. Sometimes a man's wife would plead with him to take her widowed sisters, even her mother, as wives so they would not become beggars. Relatively poor men wound up with many wives that way. In a convoluted way this would happen to me, if I did as Marge asked. It was tempting. They were all beautiful, sexy and desirable. "How could you afford what you are proposing?" "It will not be easy but the reward of healthy children will be worth any sacrifice. My husband left insurance and the house is paid for. My income and what the girls earn while they live here will be enough for us to eat and live well enough. I think I can get most all of our medical free or discounted." I had a lot to mull over. I had to decide how much to risk with Marge. There was something about her. Sure she was smart, educated and powerful at her work. But she seemed almost apologetic, deferring to me when we talked. "Let's party tonight. Give me a few days and I'll ask Vanna to get in touch with you. We need at least one more meeting on this. If we do this, I have some items to discuss with you also." In a week, I had decided. I did not want to recap tires and hide all my life. I could have a magnificent life; if only, I could be safe. I called Vanna. "Vanna, please call your mom and have her come to dinner at your place, tomorrow. Ask her to bring your older sister, Addie." "Are you going to take mom up on her offer?" "Let's talk tomorrow night." All the women were anxious to know my decision. "Marge, I would like to try what you have proposed. However, I want to contribute a little to our well being. We all have to trust one another. Addie, I need your help. I'll need you to take a few days off several times over the next few months. Your business background and demeanor are perfect for you to represent me on something. Will you do that for me." "I'll have to know what it is. It can't be illegal or anything that would cost me my job." "No, nothing like that. When my family was all killed, I inherited the family farm. It has been leased for years. All transactions go through coded and numbered accounts. I want you to be my representative in selling and closing on the property. If I go back, everyone knows about me and that I own the farm. I would never make it out. But you, with my Power of Attorney, could act for me and we could have the funds flow directly into established accounts." Vanna asked, "How much is the farm worth." "Enough to make things easier, my nosy little-mother-to-be." She realized her question was out of bounds for now and started to apologize. Her face was flushed. "It's all right Vanna. That is a logical question. I'll disclose more when the time comes. How about it, Addie? You have to promise to keep every element confidential until I tell you otherwise. Do we have a deal?" "Sure, I have plenty of vacation time coming. Sounds like fun." Over the next three months, behind the scenes, I played puppet master and directed Marge and three of her four daughters. Vanna had all the early tests. She was carrying a perfect boy. I had her go to her mom's house and never return home. Her youngest sister, Alice, became our moving director. For her first task she had to rent a truck and we loaded all Vanna's possessions, vacating her apartment. For her second task, she started arranging the same for me, a month away. Addie had listed my farm and we immediately had two interested parties -- the current lessee and a corporate farm co-op. Marge hung on my words, often staring at me. She would look down when I caught her. When I stood very close to her, she seemed to be small and fragile. Yet she was neither. In the guise of a weekend painter, Marge got me into her secure community for the first time. I had to wear a locator, be escorted inside the door of her home and promise not to go outside without calling for an escort. Marge and I actually did work hard all day Saturday, moving furniture, making one of the bedrooms available for me, cleaning closets and sorting things out to give to Goodwill. The garage was hot, we were wet with sweat when I came upon a box of risqué female clothing and toys. I called her over. "Do the clothes fit you?" She looked surprised. "I didn't know all that was still around." Marge stood nervously near me as I rifled through the box. There were lots of toys, restraints and outfits in the box. With an oversized dildo, a small nine-thonged whip, a butt plug and a set of clamps in my hands I asked, "All yours?" She nodded. "To be used on you?" She nodded again. "I would like that. Do you take orders well?" "Yes." "Are you noisy when you cum?" "Yes." "I am very oral. How about you?" "Yes." "Do you have a gag reflex?" "No." "What position do you like the most often?" "Doggie." "Rough?" "Yes." She was breathing irregularly and showing no sign of resisting me or my questions. "Would you have sex with me today, if I asked?" "Yes." "Why? For the girls sake and their future or because you want to?" "Because I want to." "Put this box in your bedroom. We will need these things later." The box was large and heavy but I did not offer to help. "When you come back, have a skirt on, no panties, no shoes and meet me in the kitchen." I was in the kitchen holding two glasses of iced tea, when she came in. "You have me half hard wanting you. Can you take care of the other half?" Marge knelt in front of me, slowly undid my pants while maintaining contact with my growing cock through the material. She slid my pants and boxers down and off. She massaged my cock between her hands and rubbed my pre-cum on her cheeks. Before she took me into her hot, wet mouth, she said, "It has been so very long." Her husband had trained her well before he was killed. She had me rock hard and throbbing in seconds with little more than teasing, licking and kissing. The entire time she worked on me, she had fingers rubbing her clit. I pushed out a kitchen chair with my foot, sat down and said, "Straddle me, push my cock deep into your cunt, drink tea with me and learn to fuck me." She was slow and sensuous. We had not kissed but she was rubbing the head of my cock up and down her cleanly shaven slit. A long moan escaped her lips when her opening resisted, stretched and then head of my dick penetrated her. She made little bouncing moves to open her long unused but needy pussy. I felt drops of her juice trickle down my shaft. Her eyes were closed. She had half of me in her now. I was thicker there. She struggled but was determined. When she had all of me, she raised her feet off the floor and wiggled, opening her ass cheeks to get the last inch of me into her that this position would allow. Then she was still. Her cunt muscles milked me, making me fight for control. I needed distraction. I gave her a glass, put mine on the table, stripped away her blouse and bra. I retrieved my sweating glass and rubbed its cold wet sides over her hard hot nipples. Water beaded and ran down between her breasts, into her belly button, down over her clit, between her lips and onto my cock. Her body tensed. "Not yet, Marge. We are just teasing now. I want to taste you, feel you, get you close and keep you on the edge. You must not cum, unless I tell you to. Do you understand?" Her body was trembling trying to hold off. She answered in a groaning, pain-filled whisper, "I understand." We both struggled to drink half our tea. I sat the glasses on the floor, stood with her still impaled on my cock and lay her back onto the table. When I sat down again, she was hot, gaping and salted with sweat. I went straight for her nest; I had to taste her. I wanted to see her cum, feel my power over her but for now I had to torture her. First I licked at her wetness. She raised her legs and held them open for me. I licked, kissed deep and pushed my tongue into her. I sucked pulling little tasty streams from her. How far would she go? I licked lower. She had been clean this morning. Now she was sweaty and musty. She said a loud, "OH, YES" when I licked her asshole and trailed up to her clit. Several times I did this and each time she urged me on with, "Yes." Her legs were shaking when I leaned back and pulled her feet into my lap. She rolled and pinched her own nipples, as I molded her feet around my cock and thrust up and down between them. My pre-cum flowed coating her toes and slicking her arch. She gasped again when I brought her right foot to my lips, sucked each toe and licked her arch. She pulled harder at her nipples. When I started on her left foot she moved a hand to her clit. "No, Marge. I did not tell you that you can cum." With reluctance and a great sound of complaint, she returned her hand to her breast. "Be careful. You might come that way. Hold you legs again for me." Again she spread herself wide for me. I wet my fingers in her juices and slipped two into her to press her g-spot. Her stomach muscles tightened. She was fighting not to cum. I stroked at her sponginess and licked at her clit. I could see my fingers distort her lovely smooth belly. She was moaning constantly now. I pulled my wet fingers from her cunt and pushed them at her resisting sphincter. Slow and steady, they slipped in and Marge howled. Her finger nails dug into the skin on her breasts, almost drawing blood. She struggled hard and whimpered trying not to cum. I could not take any more. I lifted her from the table and moved her just far enough to be on the carpeted floor instead of the cold kitchen tile. She was lying alone, spread wide, flowing, moaning, her body was begging for release. Her eyes were pleading, watching my every move. I knelt between her out-stretched legs and pushed my cock into her as slowly as I could, making sure every millimeter raked across her clit. Her stomach was tight, she was not breathing and her legs were tense. She did not want to disobey me and slip over the edge. I trust in and pulled almost out of her a dozen times. "Do you want to cum now?" Her mouth opened and moved but no sound came out. Her eyes were rolled back. Her upper body arched off the carpet. Only the back of her head touched. Harder I slammed into her. Her face was contorted in real pain. She could not take any more. Again I pulled almost all the way out of her. Her cunt was nursing the head of my cock. I readied for a mighty thrust. When my hips started forward, I ordered her, "Cum for me Marge. Come for me now." My ears rung with her scream. Her body curled up against mine. I drove it back down and assaulted her. She screamed again as her second climax began. When I felt her body wetting us and the carpet, I lost all control. "Take me. Take me now, Marge. I'm cuming into you. I going to fill your cunt." I growled like the most primitive caveman. I twisted my fingers into her lovely hair and pulled. I heard her head hit the floor and our bodies slap together over and over. Two pulses of my semen surged into her and she went totally still under me. I wasn't finished yet. A few more thrusts into her lifeless body and I too collapsed; almost unconscious, breathing hard but yet unable to get oxygen into my lungs. We were asleep tangled on the wet carpet for most of an hour when I came back. I squirmed aroundand started kissing my angel awake. The kisses were soft, loving, not passionate. I nibbled at her eyes. She blinked and smiled weakly at me. "Am I still alive and on Earth?" "Yes, my lovely, you are. You almost killed me. You and your body are so wonderful, that would have been all right with me." "It would not be all right with me. I have never been so satisfied. I cannot loose you, now that I've found you." "You didn't tell me you are submissive. That is perfect. You cannot loose me. I never allowed myself to even hope that I would find someone like you." "I think Lil, my daughter that you have not met, would be like me, if she had the chance." "I'm interested in you. Let's get cleaned up and you tell me how you see our future. I'm having trouble imagining five women and me living under the same roof. So many issues are unclear and frightening: privacy, jealousy, secrecy, future relationships." "Please, not yet. Lay with me a little longer." No sooner had she said that, we heard a key in the front door and we both scrambled toward Marge's master bedroom suite, grabbing most of our clothes on the way. The World Is Different Now Ch. 03 I came out of Marge's bedroom washed and put together as best I could. Addie and Vanna were in the kitchen. A young blond, "girl next door" woman was coming through the front door laden with bags from a baby store. Addie said, "Mom do you know there is a big wet spot on the carpet by the kitchen. It has a strange odor." Before Marge could answer, Vanna twirled my boxers and challenged, "You think these have anything to do with the wet spot?" Marge blushed. I just walked past her and took some of the bags from Lil, "You must be Lil. We haven't met. I'm Tom." She shyly shook my free hand. She was the smallest, thinnest, youngest and most athletic looking of the five women. About eighteen, I would guess. "Vanna, stuff those into one of these bags. Going commando isn't very comfortable." Everyone except Lil laughed, uncomfortably. After dinner, over dessert, the floor was mine. "Thanks to Addie, I have some things to share tonight. My farm closed. We netted forty-four million. With no capital gains right now, we get to keep it all. I know that sounds like a lot but we have to be very careful not to draw any attention to ourselves by spending too much. What we have done, so far, is pay off all the bills and pre-pay re-occurring expenses for a couple of years. That will give us breathing room and give us time to figure out other things." Only, Addie's mouth was shut. There had been no real inflation since the gene crisis started. It was a lot of money. I would have complete control but they had given me some security and freedom. Life would be good for all of us. Already, I was having sex, was awaiting a healthy son, could laugh openly and soon would not have to work in the tire plant and act dumb all of the time. For the first time in many years, I felt masculine and alive. That evening we drank, danced, talked and got to know each other better. I had asked to spend a few days alone with each woman after we get settled. No expectations; but no competition either. I wanted to talk one-on-one and make sure I was not being overly foolish. One gossip in the group and life could get really bad, really quick. I was surprised when none of the sisters took offense when their mother kept me pinned on the dance floor and then swept me into a secluded corner. She had not finished this afternoon. I decided to push her a little. "Marge, please get us some more wine. I would like to dance with Lil. I don't even know her." Lil protested that she did not dance. "You do now. Come here." She came to me, put her little hand in mine and asked, "What do I do?" "Follow my movements and do what your body tells you to do." She learned the tried and true two-step in half a song. She never fought. If I moved her in a new way, she went. I dipped her at the end of the song, allowing my right leg to press into her stomach. Like her mother, her legs opened. Marge was right and I was in heaven. The night progressed. Some were talking about turning in. Lil asked, "When will we feel the baby move?" Marge filled in all the details, said she would bring home an ultrasound so we could all hear him and then some pictures during the fifth month. Vanna wasn't really showing yet but she pretended she was. I pulled Addie aside. "The sale would never have happened without your help. I want to thank you very, very much. I owe you a great deal and hope I can repay you. Marge tells me you are very frugal and saving for some big secret. Tell me where you want me to transfer it and I'll put one million into your account." Addie is normally a vocal confident woman. She was visibly shocked and speechless. Two of her sisters rushed to her. I whispered, "The money has to be our secret. Not even your sisters can know. Tell them, I told you a naughty joke or something." About ten, I decided to push my luck and exert myself. "Ladies I hope you don't mind but your mom and I are going to turn in. Lil will you bring us a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses?" Marge squealed when I swooped her up and carried her, feet kicking, into the bedroom. Lil stood in the doorway. I ignored her for the moment. My back was to her. I dumped Marge on the bed and removed my shirt slowly, "Marge, strip for me. I want to kiss every inch of your body." "Tom, Lil is behind you. Maybe, we should wait." I looked at Lil, her eyes were as big as silver dollars, she was sweating and the two glasses in her left hand clinked together. She did not move an inch. "Marge, I don't think she wants to leave just yet." Firmly I added, "She can stay as long as she wants. She can sit in the chair by the bed." Marge flowed seamlessly into character. Quickly she was naked, sitting in the middle of the bed. I took the wine and glasses from Lil, bent down, kissed her sweetly and licked her lips as I pulled away. I poured wine for her mother and me. "Drink my lovely. Drink what you need. I want to kiss your lips, suck your breasts and turn you on enough to make another wet spot on the bed." She downed the entire glass and lay back on the bed to wait for me. I was only seconds behind her. I could not get enough of her lips, her tongue and touching her body. I licked all around inside her mouth and she pulled me down to do the same to me. I stretched her hands over her head, straddling her breasts. I kissed and licked her hands, her arms, under her arms, down her sides and worshiped every inch of her breasts. I went to kiss her lips again. She wiggled under me. Her eyes were ablaze, "Let you spit drip into my mouth. Help me remember of how your cock spit into me today. Please, use me. Make me do things." "Only if you put two fingers inside your lovely cunt and fuck yourself. She moaned and frantically pulled her hands free, pushing them under me and between her legs. I could feel her arms working. This was new for me, but why not. My first stream was slightly off and hit the side of her mouth and ran down her cheek to her throat. Her eyes were slits. She moaned. My second stream was true. I watched it hit her tongue and slip down her throat. She did not swallow. She brought a puddle to her lips, pushed her tongue through, then opened her lips slowly. I was spellbound watching the stream slip down her open throat into her stomach. I almost came in my pants. "Don't move, My Lovely. I want to feel our bodies touch. You almost made me cum. When I do, I want to be in your body." Two, maybe three fingers of her right hand were rhythmically thrusting in and out. A steady squishing sound filled my ears and the smell of her hot juices filled the room. As I stepped out of my pants, my cock sprang wetly into view. I had not realized, Lil had sat down in the chair by the bed. My dick was bobbing only two feet in front of her face. In one long stroke, I pulled all the pre-cum in my pipe out onto my fingers. Before I turned back to her mother, I wiped my fingers across Lil's lips. She licked for more but they were gone. "Touch yourself Lil. Keep time with us. Finish with your mother and don't stop until she does." Marge had watched me play with Lil. She was racing, almost there, breaking the rules. Her goody box of toys was only a few feet away. I selected a few items. One loud crack of her thronged whip across her belly, made the room absolutely quiet. All eyes were on me. Marge still had three fingers imbedded in her cunt and juices glistened on her hand. "You were about to break your agreement, weren't you?" "Yes, I'm sorry." "Stretch your arms high above your head and open your legs wide." For the next few minutes, I used soft Velcro cuffs to bind her wrists to the slats in the headboard. Her legs were cuffed and stretched wide to the corners of the bed's foot. I kissed and teased her closed eyes and then covered them with a furry mask. "Twist, wither, try to get away. Fight against me. Your body is mine. Mine to do with as I want." Marge moaned and thrust up with her hips, showing me what she wanted. I was not touching her. "I can tease you. Tickle you. Twist your hard nipples. Hurt you if I want." Her body was begging to be touched now. It was moving, searching for contact. Any contact. I bent and kissed her open mouth. She searched and sucked seeking my tongue. All of her body was pushing up. Screaming, "Touch me." It was not ready. It was still demanding. Marge would have to beg. I stroked her with a rabbit fur glove; at first, so lightly she had to hold her breath to feel its hairs slip across her neck, twirl around her nipples and rub just above her pussy from hip to hip. I let her feel my hot breath above her clit while I stroked her thighs with my glove. I found a wire brush in the box. When she arched for the soft fur, the harsh cold bristles pressed her nipples. She recoiled but came back for more. She crammed her right nipple into the brush and gasped at the pain she caused herself. Yet, she did not retreat. Ten, twenty more minutes with every texture I could find – paper, an ice cube, a feather, the eraser of a pencil – I rubbed her body. I kissed her lips and she moaned never knowing where she would be touched, how hard or with what. When the electric "Magic Wand" crackled on her breasts and moved to her belly she cried out. "Not yet, Marge. Not yet." An electric shock to the lips of her pussy made her wither. I laid it aside and brought my lips to her breasts. I licked and sucked. She made a sound in her throat as if she were drowning. Her head rolled back and forth. I knelt between her legs and lowered my mouth to her cunt. She froze and waited. I waited. Her cunt searched for me. I licked her. She moaned. I sucked her lips and kissed her glistening clit. Four times I stopped when she got too close. "Please. Please, Tom." I licked her and talked directly into her pussy, "Please, what Marge?" "Please. I'm hurting. Please let me cum." "Are you begging me?" "Yes. I'm begging. Anything you want. Anytime you want. Anywhere you want. Please, let me cum." I untied her and removed her mask. "Do you want me to take you or do your want to ride me?" Tears ran down her cheeks. She lay open for me in total surrender, "Fuck me hard. Tare my cunt apart with your cock. Make me cum. Use me." "Put me inside you. Give yourself totally to me and your own pleasure." Marge grabbed my cock with both her hands and pulled. Her aim was perfect. We both exhaled in pure pleasure. My shaft slipped steadily into her until our pubic bones ground into each other. I could feel her rigid clit demanding abuse. I started to thrust into her. Her legs at first widened. I went in deeper. Her legs wrapped around my hips and thighs. She would not let me get away. I quit pumping and just rolled my hips into her while my cock explored every wet, tasty nook and cranny. I was about to loose it. I needed a diversion and whispered, "Marge look at Lil." Lil was naked; her legs were spread over the arms of the stuffed chair. One hand cupped her right breast and the other worked her clit. Her eyes were unblinking staring at her mother's pussy stretched around my cock. She was breathing heavily through her mouth and saliva was trickling from the corner of her lips. I think she could see us but she was totally spaced out, struggling like her mother, wanting release, savoring the torturous pleasure of trying not to cum until she had permission. Marge was slipping over the top, "O My God, she is so beautiful." Evenly, smoothly and hard, I slammed into her. She growled trying to hold back. She had lost. I would not let her think she had failed me. "Show her beauty. Cum for your daughter. Cum as hard as you can so she can cum too. Cum for me, now." Marge drew me tightly to her with her legs and dug her nails into my back. I could barely breathe but my cock kept thrusting and feeling her cunt suck me in deeper each time. She talked to her daughter, "Watch Momma. Watch me cum. Cum when I do." Then mom, the proper nurse, screamed one word loud and long enough to damage the house, "Shitttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt." And she came, spurting around my cock when I thrust. Spritzing into the air. Her nectar landed over the bed and sprinkled onto Lil. That was enough. Lil was her mother's daughter. She said some unintelligible words, humped her fingers and wet the overstuffed chair. The beauty was stunning. I had tears in my eyes but I had not cum. Marge was still floating, when I pulled out of her and flipped her over. "On your knees now. I need to cum." She was unsteady. My hand slapped noisily onto her right ass cheek. She pushed back at me. "Again. Spank me, again." I pushed my cock deep into her and spanked her in time with each thrust. She was cuming again, clinching the pillow to her face and cursing into it. My balls tightened painfully. "Take me. Take it all. I cuming." She reached between her legs and pulled my sack. "Harder damn you!" I wasn't going to take that from a sub. "OK, Bitch. You asked for it." My next thrust almost flattened her, but she rebounded. Again and again we slammed together. Marge kept screaming "Harder" and I sweated, trying to please her. My balls were dry. I was finished cuming but my cock was still hard. Mercifully, "Harder" became "Stop. Stop. I can't take any more." Marge melted into the bed and I slid down on her back. My cock still buried in her pulsing pussy. She was gasping for breath and still panting in time with her cunt. "It won't stop." I thrust. "No. Please." In a couple of minutes, my dick popped out of her and I rolled so most of my weight was off to her side. She was very still, but awake. I rolled her over and kissed her down from her high. "That was even better than this afternoon." "It's because of you. Your body drives me wild." We were quiet for a while. Lil was leaning over the bed, looking. Her hand was buried between her legs. "Open your legs wider, Marge." She hesitated as if to say, "No more right now." "Do what I tell you." Her legs opened. I spread the lips of her pussy. My cum was starting to leak out of her. "Look close, Lil." Lil leaned more forward and gasped at the beauty of her mother's open, freshly-fucked and satisfied cunt. "Touch her. Taste her. So you will know." She hesitated then brought her pussy drenched hand to her mother and dipped her fingers into my cum. Without prompting she brought her own fingers to her mouth and sucked. She tasting my cum and her mother for the first time. Marge watched but did not blink or move. I got up and laid Lil down on the bed. Marge asked very softly, "Please, don't take her now. Wait until she asks you." "I won't Marge. I am just going to taste her." I brought my lips to Lil's swollen pussy. When I licked the first time she drew up her legs and opened wide for me. She had learned from her mother. Marge moved to hold her and kiss her and stroke her breasts while I feasted between her daughter's legs. She had made herself cum but had been distracted. It had not been all that she needed. I pushed her up so her feet rested on the bed and her knees spread even wider. Her hips churned slightly without her knowledge. She was sweet from her asshole to her clit. Her short pubic hair was wet and I lapped at it also. Her first sound was a low pleading groan into her mother's mouth when my lips closed over her bare glistening clit. She was so ready. I sucked and licked. I pulled at her pussy's lips. She was almost there. I stroked at her asshole with a wet finger and nudged at its opening. She liked that and pushed back. Her entire body tightened and a muffled sound spread into Marge's mouth when my finger slipped in. Lil's body did not relax. She thrust into my lips and pulled my hair putting my mouth exactly where she needed it. She was whimpering now. It was her turn. She rolled away from her mother, onto her back and she fucked up at my lips and tongue. I felt her belly tighten and her legs draw up higher. Her lips opened wider and her clit fully extended from its hood. I increased the speed of my finger and my sucking. She came for me. She needed pressure inside her to give me her body's nectar. I would get that some other time. But for now, I was content to look up at her contorted face, endure the pain of her pulling my hair, enjoy her taste and feel her body race through two climaxes. She did not have to push me away. I knew. I pulled away and rested my head on the trimmed blond hair above her pussy. Lil recovered quickly. I sat her up and kissed her lips firmly. "Thank you for letting me please you. Are you all right?" "Yes, it was wonderful." "What you saw and did tonight was one night. There is no guilt or expectations. You never have to do anything again. Thank you for being there for your mom and me. You have a magnificent body, made for sex, and you are not afraid of letting go to get your pleasure. You are very beautiful." Lil, her mother and I rested on the bed together for a while. I knew when Lil left for her room. I was wasted. I just pulled the covers up, avoided the wet spot, spooned my sticky body into Marge's warm, soft, sticky ass and went to sleep. The World Is Different Now Ch. 04 In the morning I pulled Marge out of the bed and led her to the shower. We washed each other without much comment until I touched her pussy. "Oh, that is a little sore this morning." I backed her into the cold tile and knelt in front of her, "I'll kiss it and make it better." Marge propped one foot onto the edge of the tub and said, "Get me off quick, I'm starving and I bet all the girls are waiting for us at the table." "My little sub is giving me orders this morning." "Yes, I am and I know you will make me pay and have me begging you to fuck me by noon." I laughed, pushed a soapy finger up her ass and started to suck her clit. That was an abrupt approach for her. It took a few minutes for her to begin to respond. When she rolled her hips to give my tongue a better angle at her button, I slipped a wet finger to her g-spot and set up a three-way assault rhythm. Marge's little humming sound let me know I had been forgiven for my direct approach and that I had a winning combination. Humming gave way to grunts and hip thrusts that tried to crush my nose. She squirted from deep inside. I drank most of her. Lost some and saved some for her. Her knees shook and were weak when I pulled my fingers from her cunt, ever so slowly slipped the one from her ass and rubbed at her little sensitive ring. I stood towering over her. She knew and tilted her head up to me. I let her juices slip from my mouth. She wiggled against me until she could catch them on her tongue and let them trickled down her throat. Her eyes dreamed into mine. "Let's forget breakfast, I need you to fuck me again and now." "No, you didn't want me before. Now, I'm hungry." I slapped her on the ass after I toweled her dry. "Will the mean man spank me later and do horrible things to me?" "You bet your sweet ass, he will." She pranced away and looked over her shoulder coyly, "O goodie." I was only three minutes behind Marge making it to the kitchen. I had missed a lot. Three of her daughters were around the table. Marge was pouring our coffee. The entire group was in cahoots to try and embarrass me. When she saw me, Marge said, "I guess, we were a little noisy last night. Addie and Vanna want to know if there is a video." Even Lil was beaming at me smiling. "Well, I'm sorry we didn't set up the camera last night. You should have come in and watched like Lil did." Addie and Vanna looked shocked; they hadn't known. Lil was bright red. Marge just smiled at me. Lil would have a lot to answer and tell her sisters. About one, it was apparent the fun was over for this weekend. A knock came on the door to remind Marge that her painter had to be out by three. Soon after that Alice came bounding through the door, full of things to tell about her weekend retreat. The looks from her sisters made her wonder what she had missed. Marge just looked satisfied; I wanted to eat her out right then and there, on the coffee table, squealing in front of all her daughters. Well maybe someday. For now I had to return to being an undesirable, less than equal almost human. My apartment seemed very quiet. I had gotten used to people, voices and laughter around me again. It had taken less than two days. Vanna didn't live in the complex any more. I was anxious for the next three weeks to pass and then move to Marge's house. The evening news brought a cold chill of reality down my spine. Two more men were killed last night. Here I am dreaming, fantasizing, enjoying a wonderful afterglow of sex and my growing harem. I'm loosing it. I'm not being careful. I could be the next body on the news. I started talking to myself, bringing myself down, "Don't stand to straight, don't smile, don't look like you just had sex, don't swagger, don't use any three syllable words, don't daydream and don't hope for a better life." After three days, Vanna called me right on cue. "The baby is moving now. Mom let me hear his heart beat last night. Tom, I'm so happy. Thank you." "I'm happy too. I wish I were there with you and could put my hand on your stomach and feel him kick. Don't be mad at me, Vanna, but I want to tell you something." "I won't." "I know you have always talked about "your baby." I understand. I know my place and how all this happened. Still I want the baby as much as you do. I hope you will let me be an attentive dad and not feel threatened by that. I hope we can be a little family. I enjoy our time together. I have a hope that you at least like me, want to spent time with me, be silly, be serious and have sex. I imagine us sharing life, even after the baby comes." Vanna was very quiet. The phone seemed dead. "Vanna?" "Tom, I thought you had moved on to my mom and Lil; that you had left me behind. I did not know you were so interested in the baby." "I am trying to learn how to act and who I am. I was a one-woman man before I started to hide. The most wonderful things in my life were my girlfriend and the baby we were going to have together. I lost them both." The phone was dead again. "I do not know how to live and act in my new world. I love it. What man would not. When I spend a day with your mom, please don't think I have forgotten you. You, your family and I have talked a lot. For all that you are giving me, I believe it is my place to use my unaffected gift to return what your sisters and mother want from me. I am very afraid that jealousy and feelings of rejection, will destroy what we are trying to do. I've already discussed my concerns with Marge. My concerns are so serious that I almost said "No" to the arrangement. A few angry words and we could all loose a lot." She was slow to respond. I just waited on the quiet phone. "Before I was pregnant, I wanted a baby and I wanted each of my sisters to have one too. When you and I had some time together and I got pregnant, my thoughts have been about the baby and you. Mom knew how to please you and the two of you had so much fun together. I was jealous." "If you do not want me to move into your mother's house, I will honor that for our baby's sake. But I will want to see him and at least let him think that I'm his uncle or something." "No, I want you to come live with us. Let us girls talk some. You just keep working to get here with us." When Alice, Marge, Addie and I had all my stuff moved from my apartment and storage shed and unloaded in the house, we took a break. Marge called in Vanna and spoke very seriously to us all. "Tom, we have had several family meetings over the last week. We have faced that our storybook fantasies needed to be tempered by reality. We have faced our priorities and how we must compromise to get what we want in our lives. I think all of us can be open with each other and share our feelings for the benefit of our family. Women are naturally jealous, we promise to face those demons and protect you. We understand what you are risking and what you are doing for us." "I thank you for that. I have to tell you all that I am naturally playful when I am at ease. I do not want to cause problems by flirting with one of you and seeming to ignore another. I think you are all beautiful and desirable. If we can learn to live this alternative lifestyle, we can contribute some to the recovery of the gene pool and to making our own lives more happy and fulfilling." That conversation bounced around the table for a long time. I was becoming comfortable when Addie rushed from the table. In a few minutes, Alice followed her. Marge started to go to them. "Marge, let me go. If I'm part of the problem, I want to be part of the solution." Through a gallon on tears, my knowledge of the gene problems grew, even beyond what Addie's and Alice's mom knew. Addie had been saving to undergo invetro. The initial testing showed that her eggs were not normal. They were wrinkled and leathery. The doctors did not know what that meant. Also, she was a three-quarters. She had low probability of having an unaffected girl and an even lower probability of having an unaffected boy. She had talked to Alice. After testing they had discovered that Alice had exactly the same problems. They were so devastated when they got the information about Alice, they had sort of given up. But this was my first day hearing any such thing, as a male, I had a problem to solve. "How about Lil? What is her situation?" They looked surprised at my question and viewed me as some kind of genius. "Stay here. I'll be back." I went to corner Marge. "Marge what is the gene situation for each of the girls?" She was obviously hesitating. "What, were all of your words bullshit?" She flinched a little. "You already know Vanna is a one-half. Addie and Alice do not know it but they are three-quarters. Lil is keeping it quiet, because I asked her to, but she is as pure as you are." Go get Lil for me, please. Meet me in my room. We made a space among the boxes and I explained my discussion with Addie and Alice. "Lil, if it came to it, would you let some of your eggs be harvested, fertilized and implanted into your sisters?" She looked puzzled. Marge explained the procedure; the risks and that she had hundreds and hundreds of eggs. "Yes, I would do that." "OK, no more family secrets. Agreed?" Marge and Lil, knodded. Now, let's get everyone back into the dinning room. I took the floor, "If we get our heads together, we will usually be able to come up with possible solutions. They might not be the solution we hope for but they are solutions." For the next thirty minutes, I shocked Addie and Alice by disclosing their secret and telling them that their mother had known it for years. I shocked, Marge and Lil by disclosing the secret they kept because they did not want to hurt Addie and Alice. Vanna just sat quietly, enjoying the soap opera. The solution did not have to be spoken. Everyone saw it at once. "We do not need or want all of you pregnant at once. Let's learn how to be parents with Vanna's boy and decide who will be next." My intent was to stop the tears. I was not successful. Now, more tears. Women get us both ways, sad and happy. The next day was a whirlwind of getting the house back in order from my moving in. I got a chance to talk alone with both Addie and Alice during the day. I told each of them, "I like you and am looking forward to learning more and more about you. I find you lovely and desirable. I hope when the time comes and a fertilized egg is implanted in you that you will let me make love to you so that will be the memory both of us have when the baby is born." Alice was about five-foot four, twenty-three, seemed happy in her elder sister's shadow and seemed shy because she was quiet. Addie had joined us and was very near her sister, when I finished my speech. Alice said something I did not hear, Addie gasped, "Alice!" I wanted to know, "What did you say, Alice?" She was quiet and turned a little away from me. I reached out, held her chin and turned her face to me. I kissed her squarely on the mouth and held my lips there, until her lips parted. I licked them. "What did you say, Alice?" "I asked if we could practice first." "With a hot, demanding body like yours, I certainly hope so. Lots of practice. I would love to watch you cum on my fingers, my mouth and my cock." She had gotten in over her head. Her eyes and her sister's eyes were big as silver dollars. "But, if I'm the lucky guy, we practice only when you are sure and only when you are ready. It is so much better that way." Again she spoke under her breath. Addie was holding her breath not believing this was her shy sister. "Whisper to me, what you were afraid to say out loud." "I'm ready now." I reached out closed my right hand on her left breast. My fingers toyed with her nipples while I bent and kissed her again. This time, her mouth opened. She shared her tongue and sucked at mine. Addie watched. I slid my hand from Alice's breast and rubbed over her belly. I pushed into her belly button with my index finger and rubbed my thumb into an ovary. Addie was too still, too uninvolved. I reached over, took her hand and put it on her breast. I returned my hand to Alice, pushing it between her legs. I had to guess where her clit was. Her jeans were thick, damp and hot. Her scent was intoxicating. Addie could smell her sister. I pulled Alice to me. She straddled my legs and we kissed; making out like teenagers. I lowered my head and kissed her nipples through her top. I blew my hot breath through the material and suckled her. She moaned and rolled her head back. I waited for her to recover. While Alice still sat on me, I reached over and pulled Addie to me. She had kissed before and was not afraid to show her passion. Her mouth was hungry. I matched her. Alice's small hand reached between us and she felt her first hard cock. She paused and then squeezed. I moaned into her sister's mouth and then pulled away. When I got Alice off me, I was uncomfortable. Both women could see the twisted bulge in my pants. I stood, unzipped and then put Alice's hand into my boxers. "Pull him up, straighten him out, so he will fit back into my pants." I was wet with my own precum. The hand lingered, feeling, testing the slippery fluid and measuring. As I pulled her hand away, she said, "Will that fit into me?" "Very easily, my beautiful woman." Her palm was wet. When she looked at it, I pushed her hand to her lips. "Taste me Alice. I want to spend hours tasting every inch of you." Her tongue flickered out. She did not resist my hand slipping down the front of her pants. She gasped when I touched her clit, rubbed and continued down to push a single finger into her slit. I pulled slowly up, teasing her clit again. She watched me bring her wetness to my mouth, suck it and lick it from my finger. "God, Alice, you taste wonderful." I think she came from the play. Her eyes were closed as I zipped up. My hand smelled of Alice when I reached out and turned Addie's face to me again. "Promise you will play with me also? You all take my breath away. Which every candy I touch or taste, I yearn for the other." I trailed my hand down Addie's body and let it rest over her abdomen. "You will be extra beautiful when you are pregnant. I hope you will be extra horny when you are pregnant and I can touch your belly each night and feel the baby kick inside you." This was Addie's fantasy. I did not need to say anything else. She was miles, events and months ahead of my thoughts. I was near madness that evening. Marge, Addie, Lil and Alice had gone out to shop for groceries. I heard Vanna come in visiting her female friend three doors down. She was hungry, tired and her feet hurt. It was fun to serve my little mother-to-be. She had not suffered morning sickness but was having trouble controlling her body's temperature. I wiped her with a damp cloth and let the room air cool her flushed skin. I make her the snack she wanted, leaned her back with her plate and massaged her feet. Her stomach was keeping her from bending over easily now. Her nails needed work. I cleaned and rubbed her feet. At first she was embarrassed but then relaxed and let me cut, file and polish her toenails. I slipped out from under her feet. She was dozing. I had finished cleaning the kitchen when I heard her gasp. She had been kicked hard and it woke her up. "Let's see if he is ready to play." I pushed her dress high to bare her rounding belly. I found a little foot and put my hand on it and pressed softly. Soon there was a kick to make me move. I pushed where the other foot should be. Nothing happened. I pushed harder. In a few moments there was a kick. Back and forth it went. I pushed until he kicked. Vanna laughed out loud when I first could move my hand back and forth and be kicked before my hand even got settled. She looked at me and almost panicked, "What is wrong Tom, why are you crying." "This is so beautiful. My father taught me to play this game with my fiancée and my son three weeks before they were all killed." My tears dropped near her bellybutton and trickled down. Should I run away? Should I stay and defend her? How could I best protect my son and his mother? I did not know what to do. Bad things happened so quickly; you never see them coming. Then you have lost those you love. I lay my head down on my son and let him kick at my ear. I took Vanna with me to my room. We never spoke. She was sad looking at my face. Her sadness did not keep her from cuming on my tongue or again when she sat on me and rode my cock. I did cum but it was not the carefree, playfulness that I had felt with her sisters or her mother. She was still awake when I dozed off with my hand on her tightly stretched skin.