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By Rawly Rawls

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All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.

Late 1950s, somewhere in the Midwest …

Chapter 11

Sally woke in the morning feeling quite guilty for listening to her mother give her eighteen-year-old brother a blowjob. What would Sally’s husband, Jack, say if he knew she’d touched herself while sounds of that perversion crept through her thin bedroom walls? Sally also felt terrible for her father. What was Susy thinking, getting Patrick off like that? So what if her dumb little brother had a big one?

She pulled herself out of bed, still in her flannel pajamas. She needed to confront someone about last night to lift the guilt off her own shoulders. Sally walked across the room on bare feet, opened her door, and stepped into the hall. From downstairs she could hear the clanging of pans as Susy made breakfast. The scent of frying bacon rose up to her. From the washroom down the hall, she could hear the shower running. Better to face Patrick than Susy. She could push her brother around. Her mom could be very tough. She closed her bedroom door and padded down the hall.

When Sally tested the washroom door, she found it unlocked. The washroom churned with steam. Behind the shower curtain, Patrick’s frail body wiggled as he scrubbed himself down. He sang Rock Around the Clock softly and a bit off-key. Sally took a step inside, closed the door, but then hesitated. Did she really want to confront him in the shower? On the one hand, she’d catch him at his most vulnerable. On the other, he’d be … well, naked. Sally convinced herself it was the right thing to do.

“Pat, we need to talk.” Sally took another step toward the shower and put her hand on the curtain, but did not open it.

Patrick jumped and stopped his scrubbing and singing. “Sally? What are you doing in here?”

“You really are a dummy.” Sally suddenly struggled to find her breath. Maybe it was the steam. Through the shower curtain, she could only see the faint shape of his body with very little detail. Even so, she found her eyes falling to where that giant penis must be hanging. “I heard you last night.”

“Oh, sorry.” Even though the water was warm, Patrick shivered and hugged his skinny chest. “I sometimes talk in my sleep.”

“No, Pat.” Sally was panting now. “I heard … you and Mom.”

Patrick quietly let the water run down his back. This was a nightmare. He’d come in here sweaty, but the water must have washed it off. Unless the sweat had somehow gotten mixed in with the steam. Could that happen?

“You seduced her, you little shit.” Sally wondered what Patrick’s dick actually looked like. She had held it, but hadn’t seen it. Would it be so bad to have a look while she put him in his place? “I heard you. And you need to leave her … alone.” It was so hot and steamy in the little room. Sally was breathing hard and now sweat seeped from her pores.

“It wasn’t me, Sally.” Patrick’s voice was weak and feeble. “There was a meteor and –”

“Just shut up with that crap.” Sally threw open the curtain. She didn’t even pretend to make eye contact with her brother, her gaze focused squarely on his gadget. It hung down obscenely between his skinny little legs, longer soft than Jack’s was hard. “You’re going to ruin our family … with that thing.” She pointed her index finger at his dick, and as if by magic it grew and grew until it was jutting out horribly from his slender body. “You’re going to …” Without thinking, she stepped into the shower with Patrick and closed the curtain behind her. The legs of her pajamas were instantly soaked by the shower. “You’re going to ruin my marriage, Pat.”

“Sally?” Patrick could only look as his red-haired, freckled sister kneeled in the shower before him. She was blurry without his glasses and she and Donna did look much alike. Maybe if he pretended she was Donna, it would be okay. “Sally, you don’t have to –”

“Shut up, dummy.” Sally reached out with both hands for his penis, but stopped herself halfway. She stared at her left hand for a few seconds. Then with her right hand she pulled off her wedding ring and reached under the curtain to place it on the cool tile of the washroom floor. She pulled her hand back into the shower and grasped the magnificent tool in front of her. “I do have to.” She caressed the sides, feeling those bulging veins with her fingertips.

“Okay.” Patrick let his arms fall to his sides. It was clear to him that he was caught in the widening gyre. Perhaps things had already progressed too far. He could only hope to find the source of this perversion. Until then, he wanted nothing more than to see his pretty sister slurp his dick. “Go ahead, put it in your mouth.”

Five minutes later, Sally found herself in the middle of the most wild and delirious blowjob. Her pajamas were completely soaked through and hung heavy, clinging to her shoulders, boobs, and thighs. Her head bobbed back and forth, with her left hand on his shaft and her right cupping one of Patrick’s giant balls. Her mouth made the most ridiculous slurping and popping noises. Her whole purpose had whittled down to making her brother explode down her throat.

Patrick tried not to make too much sound. He knew, given the situation, it was crazy, but he worried that Sally would later make fun of his high-pitched grunts. “Sally … if you don’t stop … I’ll …”

That was music to Sally’s ears. She needed his cum. This was already the most fulfilling sexual experience of her life. In that moment she wouldn’t have been able to remember her honeymoon, even if she wanted to. She kept up her pace and massaged his testicle a little more firmly, trying to hurry along that orgasm.

“Sally … oh … Sally.” Patrick put both hands behind her head and pulled her farther onto his shaft. She gagged a little but didn’t resist.

Sally moved her hands to his thighs just as the first surge of cum flooded her mouth. Electricity ran down her spine and her pussy clenched tight. Lights shot before her eyes and she was only dimly aware of the second, third, and fourth blasts of cum that filled her mouth, bulged her cheeks, ran down her throat, and leaked between her lips.

“Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh.” Patrick held her wet red hair until his balls finished churning, then he let go. His dick flopped out of Sally’s mouth as she fell back on her butt on the tub floor. “Wow … that was almost … as good as … Donna.” Patrick had gone from no blowjobs in his life, to three beautiful, intelligent ladies happily sucking him off. And he was related to two of them. He tried to turn his brain around those amazing facts.

“Donna?” Sally opened her pale blue eyes and looked up at Patrick. He still had his monster erection and a drop of leftover cum dripped down the bluish head. His cum also slowly slid down Sally’s freckled chin. The pure saltiness of it lingered on her tongue. “Donna? Is that the girl Mom is so mad about?” While leaning back in the tub, Sally slowly unbuttoned her pajama top.

“Yeah.” Patrick’s frustration at not being able to see was always present when he wasn’t wearing glasses. But never more acute than at that moment. He could see Sally unbutton her shirt and throw the sopping thing open, and he could see the shape of her boobs, hanging to the sides as she leaned back. But he couldn’t get any of the details. Were they freckled like the rest of her? Were her nipples large? How about her areolas? “Donna’s my girlfriend.” Wow, he said it. And he really believed it. She was, wasn’t she? “And I love her.”

“Good for you, Pat.” Sally shrugged out of her top and dropped it on the washroom floor with a wet splat. “I don’t know what’s come over me.” She put her thumbs in her waistband and shimmed her wet bottoms off. “I thought I was mad at you about Mom.” She tossed them out of the tub too. “But I think I want to be just like Mom.”

“You’re so beautiful, Sally.” Patrick could just see the blur of the red triangle between her legs. He could see well enough the curve of her hips and boobs, and the slender delicacy of her arms and legs.

“All these years, Pat.” Sally slowly got to her feet. The water coming out of the shower head was still hot. She pushed Patrick out of the way and washed the cum off her face. She then turned to him, pushed her wet hair back, and opened her eyes. She could feel his penis pushing up against her thigh. “I never thought of you as anything more than a cute little runt.” She pressed her legs together and moved so that his erection slipped between her thighs, rubbing against her pussy. She put her arms around Patrick’s slim shoulders. “I was so wrong.” She rocked her hips so that his penis rubbed against her. “We can’t put it in me. Okay?”

“Whatever you say.” Patrick was in heaven. He was getting the feeling that she wanted a kiss. He put his hands on the spectacularly curved small of her back. “What about Jack?” His dick felt amazing sliding between her legs. He hadn’t even known this sex act was a thing, or what to call it.

“Ooooohhhhhh.” Little shivers spread through Sally’s nerves as that rough, veiny thing rubbed against her spread lips. “That’s why …” She leaned closer to Patrick. “… we can’t put it in.” Her boobs pressed up against his skinny chest. She placed a tentative kiss on his lips. And then another one. Pretty soon they were necking like a couple at Lovers Point. The washroom filled with the rhythmic splashing sounds of their wet bellies slapping together.

“Pat, you in there?” Fred sounded annoyed as his muffled voice came through the door.

The siblings broke their kiss and looked at each other wide-eyed. But their hips didn’t stop moving, it felt too good. Water cascaded over Sally’s shoulders and washed over both of them.

“Yeah, Dad,” Patrick called out.

“Save some hot water for the rest of us.” Fred banged on the door for punctuation.

“Okay.” Patrick couldn’t believe he was still moving his hips. He should have been way more terrified in that moment than he was.

“Pat … are you …?” Fred paused. “Jesus, Pat. I can hear what you’re doing in there. You share that shower with your sister, don’t do that in there.”

Patrick’s tension went up another notch. He was sure he and his sister had been caught. But yet still their bellies kept slapping.

Sally saw the worry on her brother’s face and shook her head. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, “He thinks you’re tugging it. He doesn’t know I’m in here.” With enormous willpower, she stopped her hips and the slapping sounds ceased.

“Sorry, Dad.” Patrick called out.

“Fucking teenagers,” Fred’s voice faded away as he marched off down the hall.

Sally giggled and giggled when she was sure he was gone. Pretty soon Patrick started laughing too. While they chortled together, their hips started up again. Then Sally cut off their laughter by placing her tongue back in her brother’s mouth.

A few minutes later, Patrick came again, shooting most of it behind Sally onto the shower wall. But some of his cum splashed onto her thighs and butt and again, giving her the most delicious sensations.

Neither of them wanted to press their luck, so Sally washed off, stepped out of the shower, and wrung her pajamas out into the sink. When she was ready to leave, she looked back at the outline of her brother through the shower curtain, scrubbing the cum off the tile. “That was … really crazy, Pat.” She then opened the door before he could reply and looked down the hall. The coast was clear, so she darted back to her bedroom, wrapped in a towel with her pajamas tucked under her arm.

As Patrick shut off the shower and dried off, he had doubts about the mystery for the first time. Maybe he didn’t need to get to the bottom of anything. He shook his head. No, he had a responsibility as an investigator. He’d talk it over with Donna when he saw her. Patrick planned on telling her everything. He hoped she’d understand.

~~

“Maybe …” Mark lay on the hotel bed, his bowtie undone and hanging around his neck, his shirt wrinkled and open at the collar. “Maybe this is too dangerous, my lady.” He eyed his wife sitting very upright in the bedside chair. Something was clearly different about her. Her body seemed more round and her eyes seemed … more full of life? Could she be enjoying her role as the solo investigator so much?

“What are you saying?” Donna offered Mark a faint, passing smile. Almost enough movement to bring out the dimples on her freckled cheeks. “Has the irrepressible Mr. Farmer met his match? I’ve never heard the words ‘too dangerous’ pass your lips before.”

“Well, did you find Dr. Cobb or her team?” Mark flipped a pen in the air over and over again. He missed each and every catch attempt.

“They were not at their accommodations.” Donna raised an eyebrow. “Maybe Patrick and I could ride around town and see if we spot any of them.”

“You’re seeing a lot of our junior investigator.” Mark’s brows furrowed.

“He is our junior investigator.” Donna set her chin and let her face go blank. She would offer Mark no hint at what really happened while they were out investigating.

“Something is very wrong here.” Mark sat up on the bed and looked into his wife’s deep sea-green eyes, magnified by her spectacles. “We should leave Portsmith.”

“Just give me a little more time.” Donna’s pulse quickened. She did not want to leave Patrick or the town. “Let us see what we can come up with.”

“Us?”

“Yes, I need help, Mark. Patrick is helping me.” She did not add that the teenager was mostly helping her resize her vagina and rethink what sex could be.

“Fine.” Mark nodded slowly. “A few more days. And then we leave. Good enough, my lady?”

“Yes.” But it wasn’t anywhere near good enough. Donna had no intention of giving up on Portsmith.

~~

David woke in the morning to find his mother shaking his shoulder. He smiled up at her. She already wore a nice housedress and she’d done her hair. Had David slept in?

“Your father and I got up early today. He had to go to work at the crack of dawn.” Linda smiled down at him and brushed back his messy blond hair with her hand. “He left a few minutes ago.”

At that, David sat up. “So, can we do it before school?”

“There’s time.” Linda looked over her shoulder at the open bedroom door. “But I wanted you to meet our new houseguest first.” She took his hand and pulled him out of bed.

“Okay, I suppose.” David stumbled to his feet. His morning wood tugged at his pajama bottoms as his mom dragged him from his room and led him into what had once been his older brother’s room.

“I’m glad you two are up.” Linda stopped halfway across the room and appreciated the view.

Olivia sat up with her back on the pillows. She was naked, her pale skin radiant in the morning light. In her arms, she cradled Wendy, who suckled and licked milk from Olivia’s small breasts. “Oh, my. This is embarrassing.” Olivia looked up at mother and son. She covered up her exposed boob with her hand, but let Wendy continue sucking on the other boob. “We just couldn’t help ourselves.” Olivia looked back down at the former government investigator. Wendy’s dark brown skin was in stark contrast to Olivia.

“Nothing to be ashamed about, dear.” Linda reached behind David and gave his butt a squeeze. It was so firm. She hoped he’d still exercise regularly now that basketball season was canceled. “This is Wendy’s ongoing baptismal. I’m quite sure this is all the work of God.”

Wendy released the nipple from her mouth, and turned to face Linda, still lying on Olivia’s lap. Milk dripped off her chin. “I was baptized into the Catholic church.” The cross around Wendy’s neck vouched for her story.

“Of course, you were.” Linda nodded. “But now you’re being baptized into our little community in Portsmith. Ms. Wendy Gonzalez, meet my son, David.”

“Hello.” Wendy eyed David with suspicion. She didn’t want anything to come between her and the milk that flowed from Linda’s and Olivia’s breasts. And as Linda’s son, he was an obvious rival in his home territory.

“Hello,” David nodded down at the naked woman. He’d seen very few naked women in his life, and all of them had pale skin. He eyed Wendy’s black nipples, and the faint dark, stretch marks on her hips.

“Eyes elsewhere, bub.” Wendy covered her boobs with an arm and covered the black triangle between her legs with her other hand.

“Sorry.” David looked down at this mother. “Mom, can we go do … that thing now?”

“Hold on Davey.” Linda looked down at the women on the bed and smiled patiently. “Olivia has already experienced the full baptism, but now it’s your turn, Wendy.” Linda dropped to her knees and pulled down David’s bottoms. His long, hard penis sprung free.

Wendy gasped.

Olivia stared wide-eyed.

Linda licked some precum off the tip and shivered. “In this house, Davey is the holy messenger.”

“Mom. I don’t think that’s … oooooohhhhhh. Your tongue feels so good.” David put his hands on the back of Linda’s blonde hair.

Both women on the bed watched with mouths hanging open.

“But he’s your son,” Wendy said. It seemed each passing moment Wendy spent in Portsmith broke some cardinal rule. She watched Linda work the monstrosity. It was such a loving, caring blowjob that even if she hadn’t known Linda was David’s mother, she might have guessed it.

David looked over at the women on the bed and thought they were both quite beautiful. A light sheen of sweat broke out all over his body.

Ten minutes later, David stood on the carpet in his brother’s old room, with three gorgeous women working his dick and balls. Linda had moved to his left testicle, and had it in her mouth, adoringly looking up at him with her lovely blue eyes. Olivia and Wendy took turns sucking his dick, switching back and forth every thirty seconds or so. When it wasn’t Wendy’s turn, she licked up the side of his dick or stole a few licks on his right nutsack.

“I’m going to cum, Mom.” David flexed his hands by his sides.

Linda released his ball. “Get ready for your baptism, Wendy.” Linda nudged the two women to the side and stroked David with both hands. She pointed the head at Olivia and Wendy sitting on their knees. For a brief moment, Linda thought maybe that wasn’t the best idea, as she’d have to clean the carpet later.

David let his mom pull the cum out of him and he blasted on the two younger women.

Linda aimed the dick from one houseguest to the other, and watched them topple and writhe as David’s goo covered their breasts, hair, and generally all over them. Both women cried out in ecstasy.

As David recovered, he watched Olivia and Wendy lick his cum off each other like it was the most delicious thing either of them had ever tasted.

Linda somehow found the willpower to shepherd David into the shower, and then downstairs for a breakfast. She managed to get him off to school in time, but not before she let him have a quick little go at her pussy in the kitchen. She stood leaning by the window, dress around her hips. And David filled her up from behind.

~~

“Do you have a hall pass?” Margaret Simpson eyed Patrick as he walked by mid-period.

“Of course, Mrs. Simpson.” Patrick held up his pass. It was one of the convincing fakes that Roy had made a while back and shared with his friends. Patrick saved one in the bottom of his backpack just in case he needed to slip out of class. Until that moment, he’d never used one.

“Very well, carry on Mr. Lannit.” Margaret went back to reading her magazine.

Patrick walked down the hall, slipped into the library, and made his way to the stacks in back.

“Over here,” David whispered to Patrick.

Patrick found David leaning against some shelves. The rear of the library had windows that overlooked the parking lot. David’s spot allowed him a view of the yellow, red, and orange fall foliage, while also giving them a good deal of privacy.

“I’m glad you called the meeting. Where’s Roy?” David looked down at his skinny friend.

“I don’t think he’s coming. You still want him here?” Patrick adjusted his glasses, and leaned on the bookshelf near David.

“If he wants to apologize, fine. But if not …” David shrugged. “Anyway, we have to talk.”

“I –”

“Let me talk first.” David held up his finger to silence his friend. “I should have told you while ago. You know that doll that popped my cherry.” David looked around, but the library was mostly empty this time of day and they had rows and rows of books between them and anyone in the front of the room.

“Yeah.” Patrick nodded and folded his arms, trying to look hip and with it.

“It was my mom.”

“Shit, I knew it.” Patrick hadn’t known it. But he probably should have.

“It was the sweat thing, like Roy said.” David looked out the window, not wanted to look into his friends magnified, brown eyes.

“All the way?” Patrick’s cheeks flushed.

“All the way and then some.” David nodded.

“My mom jumped me last night, but we didn’t go all the way.” Patrick looked out the window too. “And then my sister hopped in the shower with me this morning. But we didn’t go all way.”

“Sally?” David gave a low whistle. “But she’s married.”

“Well, so’s my mom. And so’s your mom.” Patrick frowned. “And so’s Donna.”

“My mom’s been bringing women home to stay in Ryan’s old room.” David smiled a little to himself. “She’s brought two home so far.”

“You go all the way with them?” Patrick watched out the window. Mrs. Rodgers exited the school out of a side door, looked around several times and then jogged across the side lawn.

“Fifty-fifty.” David squinted as he watched the blonde teacher move. She jiggled and bounced awkwardly in her tight swing dress and high heels. “My mom’s breasts are making milk and she’s using it to seduce these women. The preacher’s wife did it too with her milk. She seduced some scientist lady.”

“Jesus.” Patrick shook his head. That was a new twist.

“Yeah, my mom thinks it’s Jesus. But I’m pretty sure it’s not.” David’s eyes followed Caroline Rodgers as she arrived at the equipment shack, looked around again, and then slipped inside. “How much you want to bet that Roy is giving it to his mom.” David’s mouth turned down in disgust, but his dick swelled a little thinking of the trim, classy Mrs. Ackerman giving in to her rude, fat son.

“Speak of the devil.” Patrick watched Roy exit that same side door and head over the lawn directly toward the shack. “He’s doing Mrs. Rodgers isn’t he.” Patrick could see the sweat glistening off Roy’s chubby cheeks, even from all that distance. The dark-haired boy got to the equipment shack and slipped in.

“I think so.” David stared at the shack, thinking about what was almost certainly going on inside. “What do we do, Pat?”

“Well, maybe we track the meteor to its impact site. Then we can get to the bottom of all this.” Patrick took a deep breath. “Moms, sisters, investigators, milk, and meteors. I’m not sure how to sort this all out without finding the source.”

“I don’t want to go back to way things used to be.” David looked back at Patrick.

“Me neither, Pal. But someone has to get to the bottom of this. We’re the last line of defense.” Patrick looked back up at David. He could feel a nervous tick pulling at his right cheek. He’d just had to process a ton of shocking news. Or, more correctly, news that would have been dumbfounding a few weeks ago, but in the moment seemed almost inevitable.

“Okay, I’ll help when I can. But I’m really busy right now.”

“With what?” Patrick pulled his glasses up and down his nose. “Oh.” He stopped and shoved the frames up where they belonged. “You mean …” Patrick’s cheeks went to a deeper shade of red. “Well … well … I guess if you need to spend time with your mother.” It was the wrong thing to say on so many levels. “Just be ready, if I need some help. Okay?”

“Yeah, sure, Pat.” David looked back at the shed.

“Thanks, David.” Patrick looked back at the shed too.

Both boys thought about what sort of perversions Roy must be committing in there with their young teacher.

~~

“This one’s no good for long-distance either.” Ed Reynolds slammed the payphone down and the clank echoed back to them from the store fronts on the other side of the street.

“What are we going to do, Agent Reynolds?” Helen Bales hugged her skinny frame tight. Her messy brown hair fell over half her face. Her blue dress was wrinkled and carelessly buttoned. She wasn’t used to desperation.

“Excuse me.” A smiling, middle-aged woman walked up to them and stood with her hands clasped. Her green housedress was perfectly pressed and her hair neatly coifed. “I couldn’t help but overhear you. My long-distance is working perfectly. I just hung up with my sister in Chicago not five minutes ago.”

“Okay?” Ed watched the woman suspiciously through his sunglasses. Something nagged at Ed. This woman was somehow familiar.

“You look like a nice young couple. You can use my phone if you need to.” The pretty woman smiled at them.

“Oh, we’re not a –” Helen said before Ed cut her off.

“Thank you, that would be most helpful.” Ed looked at Helen with a slightly raised brow. “Wouldn’t it, honey?”

Helen was just a secretary. She wasn’t used to all this field work. “Yes?”

“My name’s Marigold,” the helpful woman said. “And you are?”

“Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds.” Ed didn’t much like using this woman’s phone, but she seemed harmless enough.

Ed and Helen followed Marigold off the main street, down a few side streets, up a walkway, and into a modest bungalow.

“Wait by the door, honey.” Ed left Helen just inside the front door and followed the woman into the kitchen.

“Okay.” Helen watched them go. She looked around her. It was a neat, orderly house. She couldn’t hear Agent Reynolds, but he was probably whispering in his report to headquarters. She wandered into the open living room. The tick-tock of the mantle clock kept steady rhythm. In the corner of the room sat a fine, old sideboard. Sticking out from underneath the closed sideboard doors, Helen could see green fabric identical to the dress Marigold was wearing. Strange.

Helen looked around, but no one was about. She walked up to the sideboard, bent down, and carefully opened one of the doors. Helen’s breath caught in her throat. Gagged and bound and uncomfortably stuffed inside the sideboard was the exact woman that had brought them to this house. Unconscious as she was, this Marigold had her eyes closed.

“Oh, my gosh,” Helen whispered. She quickly closed the door and backed away from the sideboard.

“It’s such a nice living room, isn’t it?” Marigold’s cheery voice suddenly filled the room.

Helen gave a little shriek and turned around. “Um, yes.” Helen trembled all over. For some reason, her vagina wettened considerably when she saw the duplicate housewife standing there. “Where’s Agent … I mean, where’s my husband?”

“He’s getting ready for his swim, dearie.” Marigold stepped into the room and started unbuttoning her dress.

“What?” Helen took a step back but paused. She didn’t want to get any closer to that sideboard. Her heart thumped in her chest.

“In a little bit, he’ll take a long swim.” Marigold advanced further, her buttons now down halfway, exposing the pale skin on her chest and her supportive bra.

“I don’t want to go for a swim.” Helen shivered again. Unconsciously, her arms moved from their folded position over her chest and she cupped her small breasts with her hands.

“Don’t worry, you’re not heading for the lake. My master has other plans for you.” Marigold’s voice continued to be so chipper and friendly. She pulled off her dress and stood before Helen.

“Oh, my gosh.” Helen’s jaw dropped. The middle-aged woman had quite a normal body, except her panties were torn and pushed aside as a giant penis grew from her crotch. The thing was long, curved upward, and dripped fluid continuously from the head. Beneath it there hung two dangling balls. The fat sacks repeatedly compressed and relaxed as if in a constant state of pumping. Helen had never conceived of such a thing, but it was now the most compelling sight she’d ever witnessed. Helen needed that cock inside her like she had needed nothing else in her erstwhile boring life.

“I should tell you, dearie. I am not Marigold.” Not-Marigold stepped up to the brunette and tore Helen’s blue dress from her body with a loud rip. “I am Smith and soon you will know your place here in Portsmith.”

“No,” Helen could only whisper. She stood before this monstrosity in only her underwear, trembling.

Ten minutes later, Helen found herself bent over the couch while the older woman, now called Smith, rammed her huge penis deep into Helen’s womb from behind. “What … ah … ah …. Have you done … to me?” Helen shrieked and brayed as Smith stretched her out. She wondered if Agent Reynolds could hear her participate in this most unnatural mating.

“It is a gift I bring.” Smith still sounded as chipper and amiable as she had when she called herself Marigold. “You now join us.”

“Please … don’t … oooohhhhhhhh.” Helen could feel the penis erupting, spraying molten seed inside her. The last coherent thought she had before her mind drifted off in euphoria was that she was somehow going to have another woman’s baby.

~~

Donna sat in her car in the parking lot as school was about to let out. Here she was, an accomplished paranormal investigator, wife to the indomitable Mark Farmer, waiting in a line of cars to pick up a high school senior that she, maybe, had started thinking of as her boyfriend. She rubbed her thighs together. Even without any of the mysterious sweat effect, her pussy was wet and ready for the teenager.

The bell rang and Donna pulled the rearview mirror down a little so she could see her reflection. Her makeup was subtle and effective. Her freckled face looked clean and fresh. Her copper hair was pulled neatly back into a ponytail. Everything looked good. She wondered for how long she’d look clean and fresh. Not long she guessed. She adjusted her black-framed glasses and looked back at the school’s doors. A flood of students burst out and into the parking lot.

Within the stream of students, she spotted Patrick and waved. The blue stone in her wedding ring glinting in the afternoon light. Patrick saw her and his little, charming face lit up like the Fourth of July. He ran over to her car, opened the door, and hopped in. He tossed his backpack into the back seat.

“Wow, Donna, you look beautiful. I missed you.” Patrick sat in the seat, his hands in his lap, with all the energy of an eager puppy.

“I missed you too, my lord.” Donna could see that he was a bit shy, so she leaned over to give him a little hug.

“My lady.” Patrick mistook her gesture and planted his lips on hers. They were quickly necking and rubbing their hands over each other’s bodies. Their glasses clinked together on their faces.

The car’s windows didn’t have time to fog up, however, as some angry parent honked her horn at them from behind. Donna pulled away from Patrick, smoothed out her dress, and put the car in gear. “What do you have planned for us, Junior Investigator?”

“I have a lot to tell you, Donna,” Patrick said. “Let’s go somewhere and talk. Maybe the lake again?”

“No, I don’t want some hiker to spot us.” Embarrassment tried to seize her as she thought of who might have seen them in the school parking lot moments ago, but she shrugged it away. “I reserved a room at the hotel this morning, just in case. Let’s go there.” She glanced over at him.

Patrick nodded with enthusiasm. He’d never thought he’d be with a woman who could buy them a hotel room. That was so cool.

A little later, Donna pulled Patrick by the hand through the hotel’s back parking lot. “Mark isn’t supposed to leave his room while I’m gone, but knowing him, he might.” Donna looked back at Patrick with a worry line running down the middle of her forehead. “So, I rented a room on the other side of the hotel. And we’ll go in the back entrance.” Her shoes clicked on the pavement as she walked briskly.

“Sure thing.” Patrick’s gaze kept shifting between Donna’s bouncing red hair, her exposed calves, accentuated by her knee-length hemline and kitten heels, and her round butt, rolling under her tight skirt. “I really think I love you,” he whispered.

“Enough with that talk.” Donna pulled him in the back door, pulled the key from her purse, and dragged Patrick into room number forty-two. They were both starting to sweat after the hurried walk to their room. “Here we are.” She closed the door behind them and tried to lead Patrick over to the chairs so they could talk. But she felt his strong, small hands on her hips, then pressing against her boobs through her blouse, and finally spinning her around and holding her against him by gripping two handfuls of butt. “I thought you had some things to tell me.” She pulled off her glasses and set them on a nearby dresser. “Shouldn’t we talk first?” She looked down at Patrick’s brown hair as he nuzzled her boobs.

“Let’s talk after.” Patrick pressed his erection up against her and elicited an audible gasp from the wife. “Or during. I don’t care.” He leaned up and kissed Donna’s soft lips.

Soon, Patrick was sitting naked on the edge of the bed, his glasses were the only thing he kept on. His cardigan, undershirt, pants, underwear, and socks were all strewn about the room. He looked down at Donna’s pretty face as she bobbed her mouth on his giant dick. She was only wearing a white bra, panties, and her heels. She gagged and purred as she worked him over.

“So … ah … the first thing I should tell you … is that … I didn’t go all the way … with either of them.” Patrick held tightly to the blanket on either side of his hips.

“Wwwwwwmmmmmhhhhhh?” Donna looked up at Patrick with questioning eyes. She kept slurping on his prong. It was clear to both of them that she meant ‘who?’.

“My … uh … sister and mother.”

Donna spat the cock out of her mouth and her hand paused mid-stroke on his shaft. “Get out of town. Tell me.” Her hand went back to stroking up and down, her fingers slick with saliva. Her other hand reached for one of his weighty balls.

Patrick told her everything that happened with both women, emphasizing that he hadn’t instigated either one. He also told her about Roy, David, and the women producing milk.

All the while, Donna continued her handjob. When he finished his story, Donna’s pussy was a sopping mess. She’d never been more ready for sex. “Let’s put a pin in the situation with your family.” She pushed him back on the bed and straddled him, pulling her panties to the side. “I haven’t made any milk. So maybe that is this mystery’s defense mechanism only triggered when in threat. At least we can assume that was Dr. Cobb with the pastor’s wife.” Donna grabbed that fat cock and lined it up with her vagina. She lowered herself down and felt herself stretch to accommodate the monster. “Ooooooohhhhh, Patrick. You’re so thick.”

“We … need to get … to the impact … site.” Patrick placed his hands on her wide hips and pulled her the rest of the way down on his dick.

“It’s not that … easy.” Donna rocked her hips back and forth with a little wiggle to the side. She’d never moved her body like this before she’d met Patrick. “Do you want … to bed your … uh … uh … uh … mother? And sister?” The thought drove Donna wild. Susy Lannit had really given Donna the business the other day. The idea that a woman like that would give in to her own skinny teenager was just too perfect.

“Yes … no … I don’t know.” Patrick felt he could tell her anything, but he wasn’t sure himself.

“Well, I want you … uh … uh … to be happy.” Donna’s hips sped up. She could feel her orgasm approaching. “I’ll be your girlfriend … Patrick … and you can … use that to make … your mother … jealous. If you want her … that’s how you get … her. And just … make sure your sister … hears it all. She’ll come to your bed … too … oooooooohhhhhhhhh.” Donna came on that monster, grinding it deep, deep inside her.

Patrick watched the trembling woman. Could he really have his mother, sister, and this amazing, beautiful investigator? Did he want it all? He did. While she was still cumming, Patrick maneuvered her onto her hands and knees and mounted her from behind.

Within minutes, Donna was shrieking and shouting, “Pull my hair,” and “Slap my ass, my lord.”

“Yes, my lady.” Patrick complied as he railed her. He was learning all sorts of new things. He listened to her cry out each climax and wondered how many people in the hotel were also listening to her.

On the other side of the hotel, Mark was trying to read when he heard shouting coming from somewhere. After a little investigation, he realized it was echoing through the vents. He put his ear up to the vent and listened. He couldn’t make out any of the words, but the situation was clear. Some floozy was screaming her head off during rough sex. Mark smiled and wondered if he and Donna had ever sounded like that. He thought not, but he knew she enjoyed their gentle lovemaking. The woman on the other side of the vent was clearly made of different stuff. Mark idly wondered if she was someone’s wife holed up at the hotel on a clandestine triste. He shrugged. That wasn’t the mystery he needed to investigate. He sat back down and tried to read, tuning out the lovemaking faintly echoing into his room.

Back in room forty-two, Patrick was ready to unload. “I’m … close …”

“Do it … in me … I’m your girlfriend …” Donna looked back over her shoulder at his wiry frame and young, handsome face. Her boyfriend still had his glasses on.

“But … uh … uh … pregnant …”

“I don’t care … oh, please … I don’t care …” Donna tensed as she felt hot cum fill her up. Nerve endings throughout her body exploded with pleasure. She wanted this feeling to last forever. She would let this boy fill her up each and every day. Nothing else really mattered anymore. The mystery, her husband, their other investigations, all of it had now clearly fallen into second place.

 

Chapter 12

Nine months was a long time to wait for experimental results. Especially when one had just spent years and years crossing interstellar distances. Axcix looked over the adjustments she’d made a while back. Four months was a more reasonable waiting period. It wasn’t an easy task to alter gestation rates. Especially for a complex species. But Axcix felt she’d been more than equal to the task.

~~

Linda leaned over the toilet and heaved again. It had been like this for several days. She’d wake up before anyone else and throw up for a while. Between that, and her swelling belly, it seemed like David might have succeeded in breeding her. Except, of course, it was too early for her to show. So maybe it was just something she ate. Linda retched again. Or maybe not.

After a while, she felt better and stood up. She rinsed her mouth out a good long while at the sink and wandered into her bedroom on shaky legs past her snoring husband. Poor William. So sweet and so clueless. At least she’d given him a little sex over the past few months. If this was pregnancy, she’d be able to give William a plausible tale of fatherhood.

Linda shuddered as she opened the door and slipped out into the hall. She opened David’s door and locked it behind her. They had a couple hours until William usually woke up, more than enough time for a little mother-son time.

“Davey, I see you’re already hard, sweetheart.” It was true, his penis stood proud under the covers as he slept on his back. Getting no response, Linda lifted the covers and crawled underneath. The smell was pungent and divine under there. It smelled of raw teenager. She shivered in anticipation. “Davey.” She moved in between his legs and nuzzled those overripe balls. Her hands went up to the shaft and stroked slowly. She breathed in his scent over and over.

“Mom?” David opened his eyes. His room was still dark. “What time is it?” No one took care of him the way his mother did. His whole body surged with pleasure.

“It’s … early … Davey,” Linda said between licks of his scrotum. She climbed up his lean body and straddled his pole. “It’s going to be another beautiful day.” She sighed, the blanket still covering her head, and sank down, feeling that long gadget spear her completely. She rocked her hips gently.

“Mom?” David looked down at the lump of blanket humping him. It still blew his mind, thinking about his little mother moving like a harlot on his dick. He lifted up the blanket and put it over his head so that they shared the same confined space. He could smell her wetness under there.

“Yes, sweetie?” Linda sped up her hips. She was already going to cum.

“I want to do Ms. Gonzalez.” He grabbed her ample hips. “Can I?”

“Yeeessss …” Linda shook all over and buried her face in David’s broad chest. Her fingernails dug into his skin. When she recovered, she lifted herself back up and bounced up and down on his long shaft. “If you’re a good boy … and you fill me up … ooooohhhh … this morning … I’ll let you have her … when you get home from school.” Linda’s face contorted as she came again.

“Thanks, Mom.” David watched the dark shadows of his mom’s boobs bounce in counter-elliptical paths. It was mesmerizing. Ten minutes later, he flooded her pregnant pussy with cum.

~~

There was a knock on Roy’s door. “Roy, you slob, have you seen Mom?”

“Don’t be a bitch, Annie.” Roy stopped his hips and rested his fat, sweaty belly on his mom’s swelling tummy. He put his right hand over her mouth to keep her from crying out with his sister right outside. “I haven’t seen her. She’s probably in the shower or something.” He looked down at his mom’s wide, brown eyes and smiled. “Mom gets so dirty, Annie.”

“Ugh, you are so gross.” Annie gave one last whack at the door. “I’m going to school now, later loser.” Her loud footsteps descended the stairs and then she was gone.

Roy took his hand off Amanda’s mouth and grabbed one of her large boobs. The nipple was darker than usual. His hips resumed thrusting.

“Be … nice … to your … uuuuhhhhh … sister.” Amanda’s toes pointed straight up in the air and her hands moved around on Roy’s back, flexing her fingers with pleasure.

“Hey, Mom.” Roy ignored her request. “I’ve got … a question.” He was now hammering her with long powerful strokes. With his dad and sister out of the house, he didn’t have to try and be quiet. His bed squealed in protest and the mattress sunk down every time he lowered all his weight onto her hips. “Are you having my … baby?” He wiped sweat from his forehead.

“Ooohhhhh … Roy … I think so. It’s not your … father’s.” Amanda grunted, putty in her son’s hands.

“Sweeeet.” Roy slapped at her right boob. “You’re going to have so many grandkids, Mom. And I bet you’ll pop out the first one. Yeehaw. You’re my bitch now, Mom.” He withdrew from her pussy and lined his dick up with her anus.

“No Roy.” Amanda made little fists and beat at his back to get his attention. “My wedding ring’s in my butt. If you … do that. We’ll lose it.”

“Oh, yeah.” Roy raised his dick and slipped it back into her pussy. He reached under her and grabbed her wide ass. He humped into her with all his might.

“Thank you, Roy. Oh, thank …” The first hot splash of cum filled her vagina and the euphoria swept any further thoughts out of Amanda’s pretty head. She howled as her son seeded her before school.

~~

“I found your ring while cleaning the bathroom yesterday.” Susy stepped back from the stove and reached into the pocket on her apron. She pulled out the sparkling wedding ring and held it up for her daughter to see.

“Oh, that’s where that went to.” Sally walked over to Susy and took the ring from her mother’s hand. “Where’s Pat?”

“Still sleeping. He’s been sneaking off to see that harlot of a girlfriend. She tires him out.” Susy moved back to the stove and picked up the spatula. The smell of hash browns and bacon filled the room. “And your father left for work a little while ago. Sit down, Sally, I’ll have some breakfast ready for you in a minute.”

“Sure, Mom.” Sally didn’t make eye contact. She felt very uncomfortable for forgetting Jack’s ring. Especially after getting her eighteen-year-old brother off, twice. Even worse, she had an image in her mind that kept playing over and over. It was what she thought her mother’s mouth might have looked like when she wrapped those pink lips around Patrick’s fat cock. She pulled out one of the kitchen chairs, tucked her dress under her, and sat down.

“So, daughter of mine.” Susy eyed Sally as she sat at the table. Her daughter slipped the ring back onto her finger. “Our husbands expect more of us than misplaced rings without a second thought. What if I hadn’t found it? What if you went home to Jack without those beautiful diamonds on your finger? I’m sure he’d be very upset.”

“You’re one to talk.” Sally’s brow furrowed and her lips pressed into a thin line. “You did it, too.”

“I’ve never lost my ring, sugar.” Susy used the spatula to remove the hash browns and bacon from their pans and neatly placed the food on a white plate. “Your father wouldn’t hear of it if that happened.”

“You know what I’m talking about.” Sally looked up as Susy delivered the plate in front of her.

“I really don’t.” Susy raised an eyebrow. She’d managed to push her untoward actions with Patrick to the back of her mind. Denial could be a powerful tool. And she had no idea that her daughter had heard her sloppily sucking her son the other night. She really didn’t know what Sally was talking about.

“Never mind.” Sally felt bad for her father, but she was just as guilty as her mother. She didn’t have a leg to stand on. She picked up a fork and pushed a hash brown on her plate. “I’ll be more careful.”

“That’s good, sugar.” Susy turned and walked to the refrigerator. “Would you like some juice?”

“Yes, please.” Sally felt herself pulled in a million directions. Her family’s actions were out of control. She should run home and away from there. Get back to Jack. But she didn’t want to leave Patrick. She wanted to spend at least a little more time with her brother. Maybe she could even meet this new girlfriend of his. Normal sisterly thoughts vied in her brain with strange perversions. She didn’t know what to do so she ate her breakfast in silence. To make matters even worse, it seemed that her clothes were a bit tight on her. Was she gaining weight?

~~

David and Patrick passed Roy in the hall and nobody made eye contact. When Roy was long passed, David leaned down to his friend. “What a slob.”

“He’s always been a slob.” Patrick looked up and tried to smile. The three friends had been together for years, it was difficult to have Roy split the way he had.

“Yeah, but not like that.” Patrick offered a faint smile back. “Hair a mess, shirt untucked, sweater torn. He looks like a beatnik.”

“Forget him.” Patrick looked up as the bell rang signaling next class. “Are you busy … with … um … you know … your mom … after school?” They stopped in the hall as students rushed by.

“We did it this morning.” David leaned in closer and whispered. “She said I could do it with the new houseguest afterschool.” His smile broadened. “You find that meteor yet?”

“Well, um …” Patrick stammered.

“You got sidetracked with your detective girlfriend, didn’t you?”

“Yeah.” Patrick nodded.

“Just enjoy it, man.” David clapped Patrick on the shoulder. “We’re living the dream.”

“Some dreams turn into nightmares.” Patrick’s smile left his face.

“Not this one.” David gave him a nod and walked into class.

Patrick followed, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth.

~~

Roy, with complete nonchalance, walked into Caroline Rodgers’s chemistry class. “The principal wants to see you, Mrs. Rodgers.”

The energy in the class leapt a level as several conversations sprung up among the students.

“Quiet class. Hello … Mr. Ackerman.” Caroline’s round cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink. She pushed her blonde hair behind her shoulders. “Did he say to what this is pertaining?”

Roy shrugged.

“Okay.” Caroline pointed to the front row. “Chrissy, you lead the class on a review of Chapter 13. I’ll be back in few minutes.” She gave the class a stern gaze. “Mind Chrissy, class. She’s in charge until I get back.” With that she smoothed out her blouse, stepped out of the classroom, and followed Roy down the hall. They stopped outside the freshman math classroom. “This isn’t the principal’s office,” Caroline whispered. She looked around, but the halls were empty.

“Shit, did you think that was real?” Roy chuckled to himself. “Go in there and tell Mrs. Bennett that she has to come with you.”

“Why?” Caroline looked down at the slovenly eighteen-year-old and felt butterflies in her stomach.

“Do I have to spell it out for you.” Roy talked to her like she was a misbehaving child.

“I won’t.” Caroline shook her head.

“Hey, everyone.” Roy called loudly down the empty hall. “I’ve got a teacher here trying to –”

Caroline put a shaking hand over Roy’s mouth. “Fine, I’ll do it. But how?”

“Make something up.” Roy shrugged again. He watched Caroline take a deep breath and walk into the room. The class all turned to watch her as she entered. She said a few things to Fiona Bennett, and then Fiona said something to the class. The two women walked back to the door. Roy was quite interested in Fiona. She was an older teacher, and recently she’d lost most of her gray hair, some of her wrinkles, and slimmed down considerably. All but her breasts, which had gone in the opposite direction. Roy wanted to see what she looked like under those smart swing dresses she always wore. Her now mostly-brown hair was back in a tight braid.

Caroline led Fiona out of the classroom. “I let her know that the principal put you in charge of the drill in the …”

“Art room.” Roy nodded and smiled. “There’s no one in the art room this period.” He led them down the hall doing jumping jacks the whole way.

“Are you sure about this?” Fiona looked over at the younger teacher. She thought Caroline looked quite nervous about something. “This is quite …” She looked at the fat kid exercising in front of them as they walked. “… unusual.”

“Yes, it’s a drill.” Caroline lowered her blue eyes.

The two teachers and the student entered the art room. There were wide tables all about, some stacked with large sheets of paper. Everything else had been put away.

Fiona went to turn on the lights.

“No lights.” Roy ambled over to her and moved her hand from the switch. He then reached down and locked the door.

“What’s going on?” Fiona’s thoughts drifted as the sweaty, disgusting kid touched her. There was the most wonderful scent in that room. She hadn’t remembered smelling it there any time before. A warmth spread out from her vagina and she felt most peculiar.

“Mrs. Bennett’s a nice lady, Roy.” Caroline’s knees trembled as she watched the pivotal moment. “Don’t do this.”

“Mrs. Rodgers, kindly take off Mrs. Bennett’s clothes.” Roy unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to his ankles.

“What’s happening, Caroline?” Fiona looked to the taller blonde teacher with confusion in her eyes.

“I’m sorry, Fiona.” Caroline stepped over to her and unbuttoned Fiona’s blouse. “But you will feel things you never thought possible.” She pulled the blouse off, folded it, and placed it on a nearby table. “You’ll love it. I promise.” Caroline then bent at the knees and pulled down the woman’s skirt. She helped Fiona step out of it and then placed it with the blouse.

“I need … I need …” Fiona’s nostrils flared.

“I knew it, look at that body. You’ve got one classy chassis, Mrs. Bennett.” Roy looked the teacher up and down as she stood in her supportive bra and panties, heels still on her feet. “I’ll show you what you need.” Roy lowered his underwear and his massive erection flopped into the open. The dark, almost black, knobby head looked very angry.

“I’ve never seen anything …” Fiona’s large breasts rose and fell and she struggled for breath. “… like that.”

“Help her out, Mrs. Rodgers.” Roy winked at Caroline.

“Okay, Roy.” Caroline put one hand on the back of Fiona’s head and one hand on the delicate curve at the small of her back. She gently pushed Fiona onto her knees in front of Roy. “He likes it when you put one hand on the shaft and the other on one of his testicles. You know … while you’re sucking.”

“I’ve never done this for my husband.” Fiona stared at the precum oozing out of the head. “And even if I had …” She felt gentle pressure on her braid and her head moved forward until the penis touched her lips and rubbed against her cheek. Sparks exploded before her eyes and euphoric lightning shot through her nerves. She needed more.

Five minutes later, Caroline sat on a nearby table, her skirt up around her hips and her panties pushed to the side. Without shame, she stroked her blonde pussy as she watched the older teacher slobber on Roy’s monster. Caroline’s mouth hung open. It seems Fiona could follow instructions, even in new enterprises. The old woman, who looked remarkable for her age, slid her left hand up and down the shaft, while she massaged Roy’s right ball with her right hand. Caroline looked at the diamond ring gliding along that veiny cock and thought about all the faithful decades Fiona had just defenestrated.

“What do you … think, Mrs. Rodgers, should I … cum on her face?” Roy breathed hard with his hands on his hips and looked over at his pretty chemistry teacher.

“Yes,” Caroline squeaked. Her left hand moved quickly, a blur on her engorged clit. She gave Roy a slight nod with her head.

“Mmmmmpppphhhhhhh?” Fiona had never even considered such a filthy thing. He would ejaculate on her face? What well of depravity had she stumbled down? Minutes ago, she stood primly in her classroom, teaching math to freshman. Now, she slurped at a perversely large penis and waited to be defiled. And she couldn’t stop it.

“Here … it … comes … Mrs. Bennett.” Roy pulled his dick from her mouth, slapped her cheek with it, and then let loose inches from her face. “Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh.”

There was no time for the disgust she expected. The second the first drop of sperm hit Fiona’s nose, she experienced the most blindingly pure pleasure. She fell to the floor and writhed as the eighteen-year-old boy coated her with his seed. She was only dimly aware of Caroline and Roy talking as she coasted on her high.

“Amazing.” Roy jerked out the last few sprays of cum. “Get her up … and bend her … over the table,” he panted.

“Okay, Roy.” Caroline had just had her own orgasm watching Fiona submit to the fat teenager. She slid off the table and grabbed Fiona under her arms, careful not to get Roy’s cum on her own clothes. She pulled Fiona to her feet and bent down to remove her panties. Fiona leaned against the table with vacant eyes, offering no resistance. Caroline reached behind Fiona and unclasped her bra. It fell to the floor revealing a pair of large, round boobs. There were stretch marks at the top, and some sagging, but those did not seem like the breasts of an older woman. “Alright, Fiona. Get ready.” Caroline maneuvered the teacher and bent her down over the art table. The woman’s bare boobs pressed into the Formica and the cum on her face began to drip onto the tabletop.

“Say goodbye to your old pussy, Mrs. Bennett.” Roy giggled, stepped up behind her, and rubbed her slick vaginal lips with the head of his dick.

“Wait.” Fiona looked to her left at Caroline, the focus had returned some to her eyes. “We can’t let him –” The long dick unlocked something deep inside her as it slipped in and spread her out. “Oooooohhhhhh nnnnnoooooooo.” It was like discovering the Fibonacci sequence for the first time. So beautiful, and so obviously the way nature had intended things. Fiona braced herself against the table as the fat boy pistoned in and out of her vagina. She could feel his chubby stomach slapping against her butt.

“Go on, Roy.” Caroline stared at the mating couple. Her right hand massaged her boob through her blouse. “Make her yours. Claim her.” She didn’t know where those words came from. How could she cheer on the fall of this once dignified woman? “Slap her butt.”

“You slap her butt, Mrs. Rodgers.” Roy moved his left hand to give Caroline access to the wobbling left butt cheek. He held firmly to Fiona’s right hip with his other hand.

“Okay.” Caroline brought her hand down with a smack on the pale, jiggling flesh.

“Oh,” Fiona said.

“You’re his now, Fiona.” She slapped the butt again and left an indelible red handprint. “You’re ours now.”

“That’s teamwork, Mrs. Rodgers.” Roy put his left hand back on Fiona’s hip. The large room filled with the sounds of smacking skin and the loud squelching of Fiona’s wet pussy. “Now give me a boob, Mrs. Rodgers.”

“Yes.” Caroline hurriedly unbuttoned the top of her blouse and pulled her left boob out of her bra. She held it up to Roy’s waiting mouth. “Yeeeesssssss.” Caroline sighed as he rolled her nipple with his tongue.

Roy took his mouth off the pink nipple. “Thanks. That’s enough.” He slapped at her exposed boob and watched it wobble, and then looked down to the woman squealing on the table. That shaking ass was truly terrific. “Give her … some encouragement … Mrs. Rodgers.”

“Okay, Roy.” Caroline leaned down on the table, her boobs pressing against the cool Formica, and looked into the older teacher’s brown eyes. “You’re doing great, Fiona. Everything is different now. You’ll want to fight it, but don’t. It’ll be better if you just accept him.”

“So … aaaahhhhh … deeeeeep.” Fiona’s mouth hung open and her pupils didn’t seem like they wanted to focus. The expression on the once composed woman’s face was somewhere between shock and ecstasy. “My … hussssbbbb …”

“Your husband never did this for you?” Caroline nodded, still keeping her face close to Fiona’s. “I know how surprised you must be at what sex is really like. Especially after all these years. How long have you been married?” It was hard for Caroline to make eye contact with her colleague as Fiona’s head jolted forward with every thrust she absorbed.

“Thirty … two … years …” Sweat dripped down Fiona’s face. The way she squealed sounded almost like a pig. Decidedly unladylike.

“And what’s your husband’s name?” Caroline reached for Fiona’s left hand on the table and squeezed it with her hand.

“B … B … B …” Fiona couldn’t get her husband’s name out. A surge of electricity rushed through her and she realized she was having another orgasm.

“She’s already … forgotten … his name.” Roy grunted. “You’re mine now … Mrs. Bennett.” Roy’s balls churned. “Aaaaaahhhhhhh.”

Just as Fiona came down from her orgasm, she was rocketed off again by the rapture of hot cum splashing inside her. Her head flopped side to side, her braid coming undone. The sounds that came out of her mouth were completely inhuman.

“Wow.” Caroline watched Fiona take Roy’s load deep inside and marveled at what had become of the woman. Caroline wondered if she was still fertile. Would Roy plant his baby inside her? She suspected he would.

A few minutes later, Caroline purred as Roy slid his cock into her waiting pussy. She sat up on the table next to the still panting Fiona. Caroline’s skirt was around her waist and her panties dangled from one ankle. “Take me, Roy.” Caroline put her hands behind his head and ran her fingers through his short, messy brown hair.

“You want … uh … uh … uh … that baby, Mrs. Rodgers?” Roy grabbed on to the tits that still spilled over her blouse and used them to pull Caroline back and forth on his dick.

“Yes … ooooohhhhhh … yes. Put that baby … inside me.” Caroline shrieked out the words. This fat, hung student used her however he liked. And that was perfection.

“A … baby?” Fiona struggled for breath, looking at the Formica right in front of her eyes. She’d spent her whole life living by a set of rules and making sure those in her charge did as well. She turned her gaze to her left where the couple humped liked heathens and realized that all society’s norms lay shattered around her. She felt the boy’s sperm drip down between her legs, and she knew that the moral code that bound them had been much weaker than she’d ever imagined. Soon, she saw the young blonde wife cry out and willingly accept sperm in a place that was the rightful property of her husband.

“Take … my … baby …” Roy jammed his cock all the way inside Caroline and felt her pussy clench around him.

Minutes later, Fiona’s bare knees were pressed into the cold tile of the art room floor. All she wore were her high heels. She looked up at the long, thick monster before her with frightened eyes. He’d already released himself three times. How was he still hard? What sort of abomination was this?

“Clean off my dick, Mrs. Bennett.” Roy looked down at the white frothy mess that covered his pole, leftover cum and secretions from two married women. This was the life. “You too, Mrs. Rodgers. Let’s clean up before we go.”

“Really?” Fiona’s voice was shaky. She leaned forward and with a reluctant frown on her face licked her way up the shaft. Her eyelids fluttered and little sparks shot across her vision. The salty mess tasted divine. The frown disappeared and she greedily licked and sucked.

“Oh, Roy. Why do you have to push us so far?” Caroline dropped to her knees and helped Fiona with her task. She started by stretching her tongue out and removing dried cum on Roy’s right testicle.

“That’s good, ladies.” Roy looked down at the women so dutifully slobbering all over his gadget. Both had their eyes focused on their work. In the future he’d make them look up at him while they did this. “That’s good. Now, Mrs. Rodgers, you need to clean off Mrs. Bennett before we leave. And hurry.” Roy looked up at the clock. “We only have a few minutes before the bell rings.”

At this request, Caroline balked. She looked at Fiona sitting next to her and could see the dried cum on her face, breasts, and even her back.

“It’s okay, Caroline.” Fiona looked at the floor, defeated. “Go ahead.”

And so, Caroline crawled over to the other woman and licked the cum off her. She started with her face, then moved to her back, and finished with those ponderous breasts. She could feel Fiona shivering the whole time Caroline’s tongue was on her. There was nothing to be done about the cum in Fiona’s hair, so Caroline left that as it was. When she was done, Caroline pushed her own boobs back into their bra and buttoned up her blouse. She then stood Fiona up and dressed her as quickly as she could.

When the women looked over at Roy, they could see he’d put his penis away and was beckoning them to the door.

Roy opened the door a crack and peered out. “The coast is clear, hurry.” Roy slipped out into the hall.

The teachers followed him. Instead of going back to class, all three rushed out the back door and into the parking lot.

“Looking forward to next time, Mrs. Bennett.” Roy called after Fiona as she walked hurriedly away from them to her car. She didn’t acknowledge him. Roy turned to Caroline who was busy walking as fast as her heels would allow toward her automobile. “Hey, can I have a ride?”

“Sure, Roy. Hurry before someone sees you.” Caroline opened the door to her car and slid behind the driver’s wheel. She slammed the door behind her.

“Great.” Roy got in the passenger’s seat and they sped out of the lot.

When Fiona got home, she paused a long time in the hall, looking at a photo of her family. As long as no one found out, everything was still fine. Her sweet, pot-bellied husband and her two grown children would never know. She could put the incident behind her. She then called the school and told them she’d suddenly fallen ill and had to go home. She hated lying, but sometimes it was the lesser of two evils.

When Caroline got home, she didn’t stop and stare at any family pictures. Even though, as she entered the front door, there was a fine photograph of her, her husband, and her in-laws at the park. Instead, she forcefully returned Roy’s kiss and reached into his pants to hold that steel rod of a cock.

They discarded their clothes as they moved down the hallway, groping each other the whole way. Her husband would be at work for many more hours, so they had time.

A little later, Roy had her bent over her kitchen table as she called the school’s office to explain her early departure. The school secretary thought it very odd that Caroline hadn’t checked out when she left school, but she did admit that Caroline sounded awful. The secretary didn’t know that was because, at that moment, she had Roy’s massive tool jammed up her butt.

When Roy finished with Caroline, the orange afternoon sun cast long shadows across Portsmith’s streets. Roy whistled to himself as he strolled home.

~~

Agent Stuart Mills oversaw the unloading of food and bottled water from the flatbed trucks. He directed his detail to put the radio receivers and the bulkier transmitters up in one of the second-floor rooms. They’d booked five rooms at the hotel for an indefinite stay in Portsmith.

The letter Stuart had received from Agent Reynolds had been cryptic, and distressing. When they arrived in town, they’d discovered it had been several days since anyone had seen Dr. Cobb, the agents, or the rest of the team.

The mission was clear. Find the team and locate any hostile foreign entities. Stuart watched his men and women unload in the long afternoon shadows and scowled. He’d never assembled a crew with so many women before. Dr. Cobb’s info had highlighted the importance of a woman’s natural immunity to the phenomenon. Stuart hoped she was right, and hoped these women were up to the task.

It was a big job at that. He could feel it in his bones. Commies. It had to be fucking commies. Well, they’d get to the bottom of it and send those pinkies off with their tails between their legs.

~~

The hours between when he got home from school and before his father returned from work were David’s favorite part of the day. Naked, on his brother’s bed, he plowed his mom’s pussy from behind. She was naked too, on all fours, grunting and gripping tight onto the sheets. On either side of her lay Olivia and Wendy on their backs. The women had their shoulders tilted and their heads under Linda’s rocking boobs. Both Olivia and Wendy gulped down the sweetest milk from Linda’s dark nipples.

“Can I … cum inside Miss Gonzalez, Mom?” David held firmly onto Linda’s hips.

“You’ll … ohhhh … have to ask … her.” Linda pushed her butt back against every thrust.

“Hey, Miss Gonzalez … want my baby?” David looked down to his right. He could see Wendy’s curly black hair move as she shook her head under his mom’s right boob. Maybe he could get her to change her mind. “Sorry, Mom.” David pulled out of his mom’s pussy and climbed off the bed. He reached down and took Wendy’s dark hand in his and pulled her to her feet next to him. He looked down at the short woman, with her black nipples, and brown curves. She was breathtaking. “I bet this is new for you.”

“It’s all new.” A dribble of white milk ran down Wendy’s chin. Her brown eyes widened as the tall teenager lifted her into the air and flipped her upside down.

David spread her legs on either side of his head and looked down at her dark pussy lips and the pink underneath. He buried his face in her pussy and dove his tongue between her folds.

“Ooooohhhhhhh.” Wendy had learned a bit about cunnilingus from the other women in the Riles house, but that had been nothing like being suspended upside down and aggressively eaten out. She grabbed onto David’s mammoth cock just to have something to hold onto.

“My word, Davey.” Linda looked up at her conqueror of a son. She now lay on her back with Olivia sucking on her left boob. “You’re an animal, aren’t you?”

Olivia looked up at the scene, too, as she lapped milk. Her eyes wide.

After a few minutes of readying Wendy for the coming invasion, David flipped her right side up, facing away from him. He put his hands on the bottoms of her thighs and lowered her so that his dick nuzzled up against her pussy. “Put it in, Miss Gonzalez.”

Wendy nodded, reached down, and guided the thing inside her. There had been so many twisted firsts for Wendy in the last few days, but feeling that monster gadget slowly fill her while looking down at the two women below her was not a moment to forget. “Goodness … you’re in my belly.”

“How … about a baby … now?” David bounced her up and down with long, fluid strokes, his dick supporting a surprising amount of her suspended weight.

“Nooooo,” Wendy whispered.

“Okay.” David continued his onslaught. He enjoyed the way her little brown feet bounced helplessly out to the sides. Eventually, he tired some and lowered her down to the bed on her knees. He stayed firmly inside her and reached around and grabbed her breasts. They were larger than before, he thought. He pulled her up to him so that her hair was right below his chin and pounded away some more. He watched Linda’s boobs shake as the bed bumped up against the wall with every slam into her pussy.

“So deeeeep.” Wendy grunted, and sobbed, and shook through several orgasms.

“Now ask her, Davey.” Linda could tell her son was close to his own orgasm.

“Want … my … baby?” David wanted nothing more than to let go inside her.

“Yeeeeeessssss.” Wendy bucked back against him. Her rapture spilled over as hot cum filled her pussy. Her eyes rolled back and she took every drop.

When David was done, he released her and let her flop down on the bed. “I’ve got more.” He panted, his erection not in any way diminished. “What do you say, Miss Green?”

Olivia nodded her head and crawled into position, presenting her ass high in the air for him. She let out a shriek as David entered her pussy and then gritted her teeth. She lived for pleasure now. Only pleasure.

~~

“It’s not safe for you here, Mark.” Donna paced next to the hotel bed, her arms folded over her chest. “You should go.”

“We should go, you mean.” Mark sat on the bed with his legs crossed. He’d left his shirt unbuttoned and his bowtie hung over one shoulder. He never bothered to tie it anymore. “Am I not correct, my lady?”

“No.” Donna unconsciously adjusted her glasses, but didn’t look at her husband. She paced seven steps, watching a spot on the wall, turned, and paced back, watching a spot on the opposite wall. She did this over and over. “There’s important work to be done in Portsmith, Mark.”

“I see.” Mark raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t been called my lord in several days. Clearly, something was bothering his wife. “We don’t need to risk our lives for this, Donna.”

“We’ll be fine.” She glanced his way and the briefest smile flitted across her freckled face. “This is something I need to do. We have to get to the bottom of this.”

“Well, then. I admire your commitment and I, of course, trust you completely.” Mark stood and put his hands on his wife’s shoulders, stopping her pacing. “I will need to take the automobile if I am to go.” He looked her in the eyes, searching.

“That’s fine, Mark, I’ll figure something out.” Donna kissed him on the rough stubble covering his cheek. She watched him turn and pack his suitcase.

When Mark had packed, he tied his bowtie in the mirror, grabbed the car keys, and straightened his suit jacket. “All set.” He flipped on his fedora and went to the door. “Maintain constant contact, Donna. I will worry every moment we’re apart.” He put his hand on the doorknob.

“I will.” Donna walked up to him, gave him another peck on the cheek, and stepped back.

Neither moved for several beats.

“Goodbye, now.” Donna waved and smiled.

“It seems …” Mark gritted his teeth. “That now that I have resolved to make my departure, I cannot go.”

“What do you mean?” Worry lines formed on Donna’s forehead.

“Something … some malevolent force, maybe, has stayed my hand, and shackled my feet with invisible bonds.” Mark’s breathing came more shallow. He grunted with effort but could not bring himself to open the hotel room door.

“It’s okay, Mark.” Donna stepped up to him and loosened his grip on the door with her fingers. She had him put down the suitcase and guided him back to the bed.

“This is quite distressing, my love.” Mark sat down. His mind seemed suddenly in a fog.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Donna took the keys from his hand. She wouldn’t need the car immediately, but best to hold on to them. “You relax here and I’ll get to the bottom of this.”

Mark nodded and watched silently as his wife exited the room.

Donna felt for her poor husband. She’d find a way to get him out of town. But at the moment, she had butterflies in her stomach as she walked across the hotel to the room she’d reserved for her regular time with her boyfriend. School was out and Patrick should be riding his bicycle her way at that very moment. She wanted nothing more than to welcome the teenager with wide open legs.

 

Chapter 13

The school bell rang and Donna’s hands trembled on the steering wheel. The anticipation of spreading her legs for her young boyfriend sent a surge of adrenaline through her. She adjusted her glasses and watched the high school empty out. She needed Patrick to fill her. Her life revolved around the hours each day they writhed together in their own little hotel room.

“Over here, Pat.” Donna leaned forward and waved through the open window. She could see his smiling face as he jogged over. She sat up and looked at herself in the rearview mirror. She liked what she saw. Her hair was perfectly coifed and her makeup expertly applied. She knew she wouldn’t look quite so put together later that afternoon. Patrick had taken lately to forcing his monster cock down her throat, and that tended to make her mascara run.

Patrick bent at the waist and gawked at Danna through the open window. She was so breathtakingly pretty. “My lady.”

“My lord.” Donna beckoned him into the car. “Get in, Pat. I can’t wait to get you all to myself.” They hadn’t made any pretense at solving Portsmith’s mysteries for over a week. Their mutual need was just too strong.

“Me too.” Pat opened the door, climbed into the passenger seat, and closed it behind him. He tossed his backpack into the back seat. “My mom’s out shopping, my sister’s visiting a friend, and my dad’s at work.”

“So?” Donna put the automobile in gear and drove away from the curb toward the hotel.

“So, I was thinking. We never get to do it at my house.” Patrick adjusted his glasses and watched her pretty freckled face as she concentrated on driving. “I want to do it in my parents’ room. We’ll have the house to ourselves all afternoon.”

“Oh, Pat.” Donna shook her head and a slight smile curved her red lips. “You’re so bad.” She took the next right and drove toward Patrick’s house.

~~

“You’re … so … deeeeeep.” Donna sat on Patrick’s lap with her feet over his shoulders. The pair had recently tried all sorts of new sex positions. Donna found that with Patrick’s youthful exuberance, lithe body, and long cock they could do all sorts of wonderfully perverted things she’d never been able to do with Mark. She held onto Patrick’s narrow shoulders, her body bent, with her round boobs pressed into, and spilling around, her thighs.

“I’m going to … uh … uh … uh … cum again.” Patrick had his legs crossed and he sat upright on his parents’ bed. He was completely naked but for his glasses. Before they started, he had put a beach towel under them. That was a sound decision as sweat and cum from both of them now stained the towel, but hopefully not the sheets below. His fingers pressed into her thighs and he helped her bounce. “Where do you … want it?”

“Fill me up … my lord … fill me all the way up.” Donna squealed as the teenager released inside her. Doubled over as she was, he had spectacular access to her depths. She rode that magnificent high that Patrick’s cum always gave her. Nothing else in life came close to that feeling. When she came back down to Earth, she was still in his lap with her feet over his shoulders. “I … could … feel it all the way … in my belly.” She let go of his shoulders and leaned her head back on the mattress.

A voice by the door startled Donna and Patrick.

“What in heavens are you doing, Pat?” Susy stood in the doorway, her eyes and mouth wide in shock. She held a hand up to her ample bosom, clutching at her white housedress. “With that tramp … in my bed … and that smell … it’s so …” Unconsciously, she reached to her collar with both hands and began unbuttoning her dress.

“Mom …” Patrick scooted back and away from Donna. His long dick slowly slid out of her until it sprung free with a plop. There was all sorts of frothy cum and pussy juice covering his blueish dickhead. His dick didn’t deflate one bit as he sat there. “… I can explain. You see …” But there was no explaining this. He scrambled off the bed and got to his feet. He looked into his mom’s brown eyes and he could see that telltale vacant look. Oh no, his sweat was twisting her mind. He tried to cover his manhood with his hands.

“You can’t keep doing this, Pat.” Susy unbuttoned her dress down to her navel and kept going. Her cleavage peaked out from inside her bullet bra. “What would your father say?”

“He’d say … um … that I’m a man?” Patrick glanced at Donna. “Sweat,” he whispered to his girlfriend.

“Go for it,” Donna whispered back. She reached for her glasses on the nightstand and put them on. She then stretched out on her side on the bed and propped her head up with her hand. She should have been mortified at being discovered in the midst of her affair by her teenage boyfriend’s mother. But she was still dreamy from the last orgasm, and she was more than curious to see what would happen next. Cum leaked out of her and dribbled down her pale thigh to the towel below.

“Dad wants me to be a man.” Patrick folded his arms over his thin chest, inadvertently exposing himself to his mother again. He saw his mother’s gaze fall to his dick and fix itself there.

“Oh, we all know you’re a man now, Pat.” Susy finished unbuttoning her dress and dropped it to the floor. She stood before them in her white bra and panties. “You’re a man with a trollop.” She waved her hand in Donna’s direction. “She doesn’t even have the decency to cover herself up.” Susy pulled her eyes away from Patrick’s penis and looked over the shapely woman lying on her bed. She was quite a sight, Susy had to admit. “And on my bed. How could you, Pat?” She looked back at Patrick’s raging erection and took a step toward him.

“Mom, there’s something you should know about our sweat.” Patrick’s brain moved slowly. The curvy woman approaching him clouded his thoughts. He stole another quick look at Donna and she nodded at him with encouragement. He had her approval for whatever was about to happen. “There was a meteor and –”

“Don’t talk nonsense.” Susy reached behind her, undid her bra, and let it fall to the floor.

“Wow, Mom. They’re perfect.” Patrick looked at those massive tits with their dark nipples and then he looked back up to her face. Her high cheekbones, dainty nose, and cleft chin were all perfect. Every inch of her was perfect. “What … um … are you going to do?”

“I’m going to satisfy you with my hands.” Susy stepped up next to her son and circled his dick with her fingers. “If I satisfy you, you won’t need her anymore.” She nodded at the redheaded woman leaking cum on her bed.

“I love her, Mom.”

“It’s puppy love, she doesn’t love you back.” Susy’s hand’s slid along the veiny monster.

“I do love him, Mrs. Lannit.” That was the first time Donna had admitted it out loud.

Both Susy and Patrick looked over at her.

“Really?” Patrick hadn’t expected the first time a woman professed her love for him he’d have his dick in his mother’s hands. “I love you so much, Donna.”

“I know. You tell me all the time.” Donna nodded and watched the spectacle. “If you really want to win him back, Mrs. Lannit, you’ll need to take him in your mouth.”

“You’re crazy.” Susy looked down at the woman with a frown and then brought her focus back to the monster in her hands. “Your juice is all over him. That’s disgusting. I’d never.”

Five minutes later, Susy found herself on her knees in front of Patrick, lovingly licking and sucking on his penis. It was clean now. Somehow, she’d cleaned the whole thing. Even his balls had no secretions but Susy’s saliva on them. It was degrading to be doing what she was doing in front of that trollop, and in only her heels and panties, but the redheaded tutor was right. She needed to go the extra mile to win her son back.

“I know your son, Mrs. Lannit. He isn’t even close.” Donna sat up cross-legged on the bed, still with only her glasses on. She leaned forward as she watched, her nipples just brushing her knees. “You’re going to have to do more.” Donna had always been so quiet and reserved with other people, but seeing this haughty woman fall to her own son really changed things.

“What else is there?” Susy said between licks. She looked at the blue veins running the length of the penis before her.

Donna giggled. She was really enjoying this. The woman would give it all up in a matter of minutes. “You could satisfy him with your breasts. But that won’t be enough. I think you know what it’s going to take.”

Patrick looked over at Donna and mouthed the words I love you.

It’s okay, Donna mouthed back. I want this. I love you, too.

Susy was too busy sucking on one of Patrick’s balls to notice the back and forth between the lovers. She spit the ball out of her mouth and took a deep breath. “I couldn’t do that to my husband.” She looked over at Donna, sitting on the bed Susy shared with Fred. Why was she seeking this hussy’s guidance? Susy didn’t really understand what was happening, but she felt caught up in the force of the moment, like a leaf on a current.

“I love my husband, too.” Donna nodded. “But they don’t ever need to know.”

“You’re right.” Susy let go of Patrick’s penis and stood up. She shimmied out of her panties, revealing the dark triangle of hair between her legs. “How do you want me, Pat?” Her breasts rose and fell with short breaths and her heart beat like a drum in her chest.

“You mean?” Patrick’s dick gave a jump as he realized what Susy was about to give him.

“Yes.” Susy nodded and slipped off her heels. She didn’t make eye contact with either person.

“Could you … could you get on your back, Mom?” Patrick watched her round butt and wide hips as Susy nodded and turned away from him.

“Be gentle, Pat.” Susy stepped over to the bed and flopped down and rolled onto her back. She had never been this wet before.

Donna scooted away to give them some room, but still sat on the bed watching closely. She was off the beach towel now, but maybe the cum was done dripping from her vagina.

“The towel, Mom.” Patrick climbed onto the bed and reached for the towel. He pulled the towel toward Susy and she lifted her hips off the bed so he could slide it under her. Patrick then spread his mom’s shapely legs to the sides. He reached down and slid a finger into her warm pussy. There was so much pussy juice that his hand was coated in the stuff. “Wow.”

Susy looked down past her breasts as they hung to either side, and past her belly, down to the spot that had been reserved for Fred and Fred only. Good heavens, she was about to give her vagina to her only son. At that moment, she thought about what her life would have been like if she had given birth to a third daughter instead of a son. Susy was sure she wouldn’t have been on her bed, spreading her legs, at that very moment.

“I love you, Mom.” Patrick took his dick in his hand and lined the blue head up at her opening.

“I love you too, sugar.” Susy stared at that blue head about to spear her.

Donna held her breath.

“I can’t believe I came out of here.” Patrick slipped the head in with a plop.

Susy’s back arched and she pressed her brown hair into the mattress. Her hands gripped the sheet and towel tightly on either side of her hips. “This is how much I love you, Pat. I’d do anything for you.”

“You’re the best, Mom.” Patrick slid his dick slowly in and listened to his mom mew like a distressed kitten. “I know it’s the sweat. But I don’t care.” He slid more and more into her. When he was all the way in, Susy convulsed, throwing her head side to side. Her first orgasm and he hadn’t even started pumping yet.

“She’s yours now, Pat.” Donna licked her lips. What sort of mystery made such things possible? In all their travels, she and Mark had never seen anything remotely like this. If she believed in God, she might have attributed the miracle to Him. This was biblical. But of course, that was preposterous. Donna rocked on the mattress as Patrick pumped his mother with long, slow strokes.

“Oh, Pat … ooohhhhhh … Pat … you’re going to turn me inside out with … that thing.” Susy shuddered through another orgasm. Her sweet boy took hold of her ankles and held them by her ears. She was completely exposed and helpless.

“This is the best … uh … uh … uh …” Patrick’s hips sped up and he really slammed into her. He bounced Susy’s body off the mattress with every smashing downstroke. “We’re going to … do this … all the time … Mom.”

“Noooooooooo.” Susy orgasmed again. She’d only meant to tempt him away from his girlfriend, but as the electricity surged through her nerves, she realized that had never made much sense. Underneath it all, she just wanted to give the boy what he needed. It dawned on her that she was jealous of the redheaded tutor. Especially because they were about the same age. She wanted to give Patrick everything that any other woman could give him. She was his mother after all. She needed to make him happy.

Donna’s hand slithered its way to her cum-soaked vagina and rubbed her clit. Oh, the things they were going to do to Susy Lannit. Her own orgasm rapidly approached.

Twenty minutes later, Patrick trembled and his teeth clenched. His body fatigued, but he was almost at the finish line. “I’m ready …”

“No, sugar.” Susy looked up at his lean frame with vacant eyes. She could see his thin muscles tense with every thrust. “We don’t have … a condom.”

“Take it Mrs. Lannit.” Donna rocked as the mattress shook with Patrick’s efforts. Her large breasts rolled back and forth in front of her. “You need to take it inside.”

“Yes.” Susy turned her head and looked at the woman. She was right. Susy needed to take it all inside her. “Go … ahead.” She looked back up at Pat. “I’m yours … Pat … whatever you want.”

“Uh … uh … uh … mine.” Patrick let go of her ankles and grabbed her rocking tits. He leaned forward and mashed his mouth against hers. Their tongues met. He was making out with his mom and about to unload in her. All while his amazing girlfriend watched. He thanked his lucky stars for that meteor. He broke the kiss and looked down at his mother’s twisted face. “Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh.” Patrick screamed out his orgasm and flooded his mom’s pussy.

Susy shrieked and experienced the most ecstatic moment of her life. She was completely subsumed by the power of her son’s cum as the heat of it spread through her womb.

Minutes later, Patrick gave Susy one last kiss on the lips and pulled out of her. He looked down at her gaping pussy as it leaked cum.

“That’s four times today, and there’s still so much.” Donna leaned closer to get a look at Susy’s destroyed vagina. It was an amazing sight.

Susy looked over at Donna and blinked her eyes slowly. “I can’t replace you. You’re not going anywhere, are you?”

Donna smiled back at her and shook her head.

“That was so great, Mom.” Patrick leaned forward and rested his cheek against Susy’s sweaty right breast. His hard dick pressed into her belly.

“He’s going to keep doing both of us, isn’t he?” Susy raised her left hand and ran her fingers through Patrick’s messy hair. Her wedding ring glinted in the afternoon light pouring in through the bedroom windows.

Donna nodded.

“One more time, before Dad gets home.” Patrick reached down between them and slipped his dick inside Susy again. He pumped gently at first.

“But … you already … did it … four times … today.” Susy knew about teenage stamina, but Patrick was incredible. His heavy balls slapped against her butt. How much did he have in there?

“One … more ... time, Mom.”

And Patrick took his mother to lofty orgasmic heights again. Her shrieks filled the quiet house. She took another load inside again. When they were done, the three of them crammed into the shower. Susy found her attitude shifted. She was polite to Donna. She was thankful to the other woman for facilitating the most amazing experience of her life. She didn’t even call her a trollop or a harlot or any other names as they dried off and dressed.

They all agreed on secrecy and then sent Donna back to her clueless husband. Patrick and Susy stood at the front door as Donna drove off. Patrick waved with his right hand and placed his left hand squarely on his mom’s round butt. His usually stern mother didn’t reprimand him at all.

~~

Over the next few days, Patrick and Susy constantly humped. They did it in Donna’s hotel room with Donna watching. They did it at home when Sally and Fred were out. They even snuck into the basement in the middle of the night where the rest of the family couldn’t hear them.

Susy made a few weak protests about condoms, but quickly gave up. She wanted to make her boy happy and, it turns out, she’d do anything to make that happen. She even watched in fascination as Patrick and Donna mated. After her initial reluctance faded, her only worry was that the rest of her family would find out.

~~

Sunday morning arrived and the Lannit family ran late for church. “Fred, dear, are you ready?” Susy called upstairs.

“Almost ready.” Fred called back down.

“Sally, are you coming?” Susy shouted.

“I’m here, Mom.” Sally stepped into the kitchen in a splendid Sunday dress. “You look nice.” Sally eyed her mother’s shapely figure in her own tasteful church outfit. Susy looked quite decorous in her swing dress. Her mother’s dangling earrings glittered almost as bright as her smile when she saw Sally.

“You look wonderful too, sugar.” Susy envied her daughter’s trim figure. She looked Sally up and down and frowned. Maybe not as trim as she used to be. The dress did look a little tight on her. Maybe her extended stay at home wasn’t the best thing for Sally. Maybe Susy should serve her less bacon and hash browns in the morning.

“I’m here.” Patrick jogged into the kitchen adjusting his tie.

“And now I’m here too.” Fred followed him in.

“Wonderful.” Susy looped her arm in her husband’s arm. She looked up at him, very proud to have snared such a handsome, dashing husband. She then frowned when she thought about what she’d done behind his back that week. She was torn between the two main men in her life and it seemed Patrick was winning the race. “Let’s hope they don’t start the service without us.”

~~

Across town, Pastor Neilson began with the invocation.

Amanda sat in the pews, with her husband, Nathaniel, on one side and Roy to the other. Her daughter, Annie, sat just on the other side of Nathaniel. Father and daughter clasped their hands in their laps and concentrated on the pulpit. Roy kept pawing at Amanda’s leg. She slapped his wayward hands away. Amanda tried to concentrate on Pastor Neilson’s words but her thoughts kept returning to her growing belly. Was she really sitting like a proper lady in church with her son’s baby inside her?

Pussy was all Roy could think about. He didn’t want to wait until after church. He just wanted to mess with his mom’s pussy a little right there. He finally got his hand past her defenses and under her skirt. He looked around. No one seemed to notice anything. He wiggled a finger under her panties and found her lips already wet. He could just barely hear her soft, plaintive moan as his finger moved inside her. Again, no one else seemed to notice.

This was too much. Amanda tried to keep her composure, but soon her hips wiggled a little on their own and sweat broke out on her forehead.

Pheromones wafted through the large room. Soon, all the young men in the place were fighting with erections, and the older men’s eyes went vacant. Pastor Neilson stopped mid-sentence and repeated “Christ is watching,” again and again.

Amanda looked around and saw mothers kissing sons, brothers fondling sisters, and all sorts of perversions in the pews. Thank goodness the children were doing Sunday school in a completely different part of the church. She leaned her head back and shrieked out an orgasm as Roy frigged her vagina with his fingers.

“Mom?” Annie looked past her comatose father to see her mother writhing with her brother’s hand clearly between her legs. “What are you doing?” She shook her father. “Dad, Dad, wake up. Look what they’re doing.”

Nathaniel didn’t respond to his daughter.

“Mom,” Roy said as bedlam broke loose in the church. They could hear the blissful cries of women and the deep grunts of men all around them. “You know she’ll tell Dad when he wakes up. I have to take her.”

“Yeessss.” Amanda came down from her orgasm. She nodded, stood, took her daughter’s hand, and pulled her in close. “Annie, darling. This is the only way.” She spun them around. She could see Roy already had his hideous, glorious penis out in the open. Amanda lifted up her trembling teenager’s dress, pulled her panties aside, and pushed her down onto Roy’s lap. “Heaven help us, you can never tell your father.”

“What are you doing? This is so – aaahhhhhh.” Annie cried out as Roy entered her. “Get that thing … oooohhhh … out of me. You’re in so much trouble … when Dad wakes up.”

“Get used to it, Annie.” Roy looked up at his mom who was watching them with her mouth agape. “Get her dress and bra off. I want to see titties.”

“Oh, Roy.” Amanda nodded and bent down. She turned her daughter’s face toward her and could see the fight had already gone out of her. Annie’s eyes had a vacant, distant look. Her hips bounced quite willingly on her twin’s long dick. “How can I deny you, Roy?” She unzipped and pulled Annie’s dress down to her waist, she then unclasped her bra and dropped it in her comatose husband’s lap. She looked down at Nathaniel. “I sure hope you don’t wake up anytime soon.” He just stared blankly ahead. Amanda looked back at her copulating children, tuning out the rest of the insanity going on around her in the church. She sat next to them in the pew, reached her hand under her dress, and watched her daughter’s eighteen-year-old breasts bounce.

“Nice tits, dummy.” Roy’s eyes went from the vacant look in his sister’s eyes, down to her bouncing boobs. They were smaller than Roy was used to but had a lovely round shape and puffy pink nipples. “This your first time?”

“Noooooo,” Annie whispered.

“Your dumb boyfriend?” Roy reached around her and grabbed her trim ass through her rumpled dress. He forced her to quicken the pace.

“Yes.” Annie nodded, her brown hair flying about.

“He fuck you like this?” Roy tightened his grip on her ass. He wanted to see what else was happening around him, but he couldn’t take his eyes off his bitchy sister losing herself on his dick.

“Oh, God nnnnooooooo.” Annie’s eyes rolled upward and she shook her way through her first orgasm. Her hips stopped and she pushed down to get her brother as deep as possible. That was very deep indeed. When her orgasm subsided, she looked over Roy’s shoulder and could clearly see Mrs. Rollins riding her son a few pews back. Depravity unfurled everywhere she looked. For some reason, that spurred her on and her hips rocketed off again, bouncing her up and down. “What’s … happening?”

“You’re gonna … have my baby. That’s what.” Roy gave Annie’s shaking boobs several sloppy licks. “And here … it … comes …”

“No, no, no, no,” Annie chanted. “Nnnnooooooooooo.” Annie’s womb filled with heat and her mind completely left her as the electricity of an earth-shattering orgasm ran through her. The last cogent thought she had was that she was hooked. Nothing in her short life had ever felt remotely like taking her brother’s cum inside her. She needed more.

Amanda’s own orgasm approached as she watched her daughter take Roy’s load deep inside her. Her gaze went around the room. There was Linda Riles riding her tall son’s gadget. Next to them, in the aisle, Mrs. Forestal’s nineteen-year-old nephew plowed into her from behind. Everywhere she looked it was copulation. In the pews, on the floor, everywhere. And any man over twenty-five just sat mute and dumb, as if nothing was happening. She looked back at her daughter and was at least glad that Annie seemed to be enjoying her brother’s penis so much. The siblings now kissed deeply as she rode him.

~~

The Lannits parked their car in the church parking lot and got out. The four of them walked across the asphalt in the bright morning sunshine. As they neared the church, Fred suddenly stopped walking.

“What is it, Fred?” Susy looked over at her husband. “Oh, no, I think he’s having one of his spells again.” Susy smiled over at her daughter. “Sally, we’re already late. Would you be a dear and take him back to the car? He’s done this a few times recently, and it takes him a little while to recover. He’ll be fine once it’s over. Get him comfortable and then come meet us inside. We’ll save a seat for you.”

“Sure, Mom.” Sally nodded and put her hand on her father’s back. She turned him and guided him back across the parking lot. Something smelled delightful. It reminded Sally of her time with Patrick in the shower. Suddenly, Sally was quite wet and had to waddle a little as she walked in her kitten heels.

“There you go, Dad.” Sally tucked him into the back seat of the car and rolled down the windows for him.

Fred stared at the seat in front of him with a blank expression.

“Come in when you’re ready,” Sally said and she turned back to the church.

~~

In her lake outside town, Axcix turned to live data. Something of interest had started in one of the communal buildings the dominant species frequented. She patched into the feed and sorted through the events. Of course, a chain reaction. She should have expected this. One, sparking the next, sparking the next. It was inevitable, and mostly harmless. She watched the rampant copulation with mild interest.

~~

Linda got off her son’s long cock and stood next to another mating couple in the aisle. Cum leaked down her legs under her dress. She smiled down at David and took a deep breath. She turned to her houseguests. Olivia straddled Wendy and the two locked lips as Olivia gyrated on top of the darker woman. “Your turn Olivia. Now for a new baptism in the sanctified presence of Him.” She grabbed Olivia’s shoulders and pulled her off her roommate. She then guided the young fiancée onto her son’s lap, lifted her dress, and slipped his long cock into her.

Olivia immediately let out a long shriek and rocked her hips. She looked down at the smiling teenager and tried to remember what her fiancé looked like. She couldn’t even picture Robert’s face.

“Come on Wendy, no need for you to feel left out. We are all serving Him here.” Linda lovingly rubbed the cross hanging from her wrist. “You’ll have your turn in a bit. Until then, let’s make some use of you.” She pulled Wendy down onto the floor behind Olivia’s shaking ass. Linda pulled up Olivia’s dress. “Let me help you.” She then took a fist full of Wendy’s black hair and pushed her face down to David’s heavy balls. “Clean him off, sweetie.”

Wendy could only do as she was asked. She looked up and saw Olivia’s shaking butt as her roommate took long, powerful thrusts on the monster cock. Olivia’s panties were pushed to the side and Wendy could see her pick butthole and the tight ring Olivia’s pussy formed around the shaft. Wendy darted out her tongue and licked at David’s rough balls. She spasmed as the ecstasy of his drying cum hit her. She then greedily cleaned off the rest of his seed and sucked on one ball and then the other.

“That’s good, Wendy.” Linda watched these women that she’d brought home serve her son in church. She thrilled at her part in His plan. Of course, the town would fornicate in God’s house. This was the most proper place for a baptism after all. She looked at her husband who was sitting a little farther down the pew and staring off into space and felt sorry for him that he missed out on this communion. But then again, it was probably for the best. William wouldn’t understand.

~~

Sally, with her panties wet, waddled back across the parking lot and stopped when she noticed a nearby car rocking back and forth. She stepped closer and looked in. Her jaw dropped. In the back seat, with her bare feet up in the air, Mrs. Crabtree was getting her pussy pulverized by her son, Mike. Sally knew Mike. He’d been a quiet type one year behind her in school. She turned away in shock and moved faster toward the church.

Once in the vestibule, Sally stopped dead in her tracks. A cacophony of grunting, shrieking, and shouts filled her ears and echoed out of the nave. What on Earth? She took a few uncertain steps and then nearly fainted when she found her brother and mother.

Susy faced away from Sally in the doorway to the nave. She was down on her hands and knees with her dress hiked up over her round butt. Susy’s whole body shook as Patrick took her hard from behind. “I … told … you, Pat. We … shouldn’t … be doing this here,” Susy grunted with each deep stroke.

Sally’s hand went to her mouth. If they shouldn’t be doing it in church, did that mean Susy thought they should be doing it elsewhere? How had this happened? The whole town would soon know how depraved the Lannits were. How could they do this in front of everyone?

“I … can’t … stop, Mom. I just … have to … have you.” Patrick gripped the flesh at the top of his mom’s ass with his small fingers. His glasses sat crooked on his face. He still had his jacket and tie on, but his pants were around his ankles.

“How?” Sally whispered to herself. How had the sanctuary of church so failed them all? How did Patrick’s massive cock even fit inside their mother?

Sally almost ran out of the church and fled all the way back to her loving Jack waiting far away at home. But instead, she lifted her dress, moved her panties to the side, and got down on all fours next to her mother. She looked back at her brother over her shoulder. “Me too, Pat.” This would put her marriage in jeopardy, but she didn’t care. She didn’t even care about all the people in church. She then looked into the nave and saw that it didn’t matter. The lust-filled insanity pervaded the entire building. Sex was rampant among the pews. It took Sally’s breath away.

Susy looked to her right with lust filled eyes. Her head jerked forward with each thrust she absorbed. “You too … Sally?”

“Yes.” Sally nodded. There was no more to say.

Patrick pulled out of his mother, scooted to his right and slipped into his sister’s wet pussy. “Oh, Sally. You’re … so tight.”

“Give it … uh … uh … to me.” Sally gazed into the nave and watched as the most faithful of Portsmith’s citizens gave into their animal selves. Even the Pastor’s wife had her head buried between some woman’s thighs. The older men simply sat and ignored the beastly behavior. Even the pastor, who still stood facing his congregation, seemed not to see the evil under his nose.

“Can … uh … uh … uh … I …?” Patrick sped up his hips.

“Yes … Pat … spray it … inside me.” Sally looked back at her brother, her pale blue eyes wide and expectant. Her freckled face twisted in pleasure.

“Wait.” Susy, still next to them on her hands and knees looked up at her son. His sweet face now looked positively demonic. “She’ll get pregnant. You can’t.”

“Sorry.” Patrick slammed home and held himself deep in his sister’s pussy. “Sorry, sorry, soooorrrryyyyyyy.” He released inside her.

Sally’s ecstatic scream added to the cacophony inside the church. She knew she would allow her little brother access to her pussy whenever he wanted it. He had mastered her. When her mind floated back down from space, Patrick was no longer inside her. He was back inside their mother. Sally leaned back and sat on her butt. She watched with wide eyes as Patrick rode Susy hard from behind. Somehow Sally had taken the full length inside her and her mother did the same. Sally wasn’t sure how, but the Lannit women could accommodate a giant cock, it seemed.

“Are you … going to … fill me again?” Susy looked down at the carpet, not wanting to meet anyone’s eyes.

“Yeah, Mom.” Patrick felt himself in a frenzy. He needed to spread as much cum as he could between these two women. He could see in the church where his buddy David was pounding a dark-skinned woman David had bent over one of the pews. One of his houseguests, Patrick guessed. He could also see Roy drop his sister to the floor and stalk down the main aisle. Pretty soon the fat slob had the pastor’s wife bouncing on his dick and screaming out in joy. Patrick felt bad for her, but he was powerless. At least Patrick focused his sexual gifts on the women he loved. And not, like Roy, despoiling the first skirt that happened by.

“Mom, he’s about to do it inside you.” Sally watched her little brother with awe. For such a skinny eighteen-year-old, he moved with raw power. It would take something powerful, Sally mussed, to get Susy Lannit to so willingly give up her pussy. She’d always known her mother to be strict, moral, and self-composed.

“I knnnooooowwwwwwww.” Susy convulsed as her insides bathed in Patrick’s seed.

After a minute, Patrick recovered and switched back to his sister and took her from behind again. Ten minutes later, he unloaded a second time inside her.

As the three Lannits staggered out of the church, many continued the bacchanal behind them.

Susy drove them home. Patrick’s cum leaked out her pussy, through her panties, and onto the inside of her Sunday dress. Sally sat next to her. Patrick, his eyes down, sat in the back next to his nonresponsive father.

“No one mentions any of this to your father.” Susy gave a stern look to Sally and looked at Patrick in the review mirror.

“Yes, Mom.” Sally and Patrick mumbled at the same time. Neither looked anywhere but down.

“And we’ll never speak of it again.” Susy turned her eyes back to the road, her knuckles white on the steering wheel. “Understood?”

Both children mumbled their assent.

“I don’t want you two doing it again, either.” Susy frowned. “Never again. Is that clear?”

Brother and sister nodded, but they both noticed that Susy hadn’t said anything about mother and son not doing it again. That was conspicuous. They both knew she couldn’t stop giving Patrick her pussy.

They drove the rest of the way home in silence.

Fred didn’t recover for a few hours and by then they were all home and showered. They told him he’d fallen asleep on the way over, which he readily believed. Mostly because he’d had the strangest nightmare of watching churchgoing folks staggering across a parking lot. Some of them humping each other like animals out in the broad daylight. His dreams had been so strange lately.

 

Chapter 14

“Have you been staying away from your sister?” Susy closed Patrick’s bedroom door softly. She turned to Patrick, who sat pulling on his long thing on his bed. To think she had been so worried about walking in on her eighteen-year-old son not long ago. She knew how teenage boys were with their hormones. But now, she almost sort of hoped she’d catch him with his penis in his hands.

“We haven’t had sex again.” Patrick looked up at his beautiful mother. It was true that Sally hadn’t let him stick it in her since the incident at the church. But she had taken to giving him clandestine blowjobs when Susy was otherwise occupied. His redheaded sister would murmur and shudder as she gulped down Patrick’s seed.

“Good.” Susy unbuttoned her swing skirt and carefully stepped out of it. Her shapely legs were pale and radiant in the early afternoon light. “I just wish she’d go back home to Jack. But I can’t just throw her out, can I?”

“No. Sally just wants to have a little time away from Jack.” Patrick worked his long cock with his hands, his skinny arms shaking. He watched Susy’s hips wiggle as she removed her panties. There were few things more alluring to Patrick than that brown triangle between his mother’s legs. Well, there was Donna’s copper triangle.

“A little space is sometimes good for a marriage.” Susy lifted her blouse over her head. She watched Patrick’s brown eyes dart all over her body through his thick, tortoiseshell glasses. She smiled to herself. It had been a long time since her husband, Fred, had admired her like that. “Speaking of marriage, have you been staying away from the tutor, too? You’ll ruin her taste for her husband with that thing between your legs.” Susy eyed the bluish head as it oozed its warmup fluid. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra.

“I love Donna, Mom.” Patrick knew he had a sheen of sweat all over his naked body, and wondered if that had been what drew his mother into his bedroom. They had been humping regularly since the bacchanal at the church, but it usually followed some sweat on Patrick’s part. He couldn’t smell his mother’s sweat at all at the moment, but he no longer needed it to persuade him to take her. He was a little ashamed to admit that he had given in and wanted her apart from whatever was happening to Portsmith. “And she’s not my tutor. She’s an investigator. I’m helping her uncover the mystery of the meteor and …” His voice trailed away when Susy’s tits dropped out of their bra. Her nipples and areolae seemed to be darkening over the past week or so. They begged for Patrick’s mouth.

“At first I thought it was just your fevered teenage brain.” Susy walked over to him with a smirk on her face, enjoying the effect her bare, wobbling breasts had on him. She pushed his hands away from his thing and climbed onto his lap. She had to sit high above him to maneuver his penis upright under her, which she did. “Now I wonder if you might be right about your meteor. Ugghhhhhh.” Her wet vagina spread for him as she let gravity pull her down its almost comical length. It was a miracle every time that it fit inside her. Her hips bucked against him and she placed her hands on his meager chest, pushing him down to the mattress. “I mean, I can’t stop doing … ugh … ugh … ugh … this with you. I know it … isn’t right … ah … ah … but here we are again.”

“Donna and I are … going to get to … the bottom of it, Mom.” Patrick adjusted his glasses. When he let his mother control their lovemaking, she was always so tender and sweet. She bounced on him now, not letting more than a quarter of his length out of him on every upstroke. He could tell from the way her mouth twisted that she was quite happy. “I mean … if Donna and I fix this … do you want to stop doing … uh … uh … this with me?”

“We have … to stop … eventually.” Susy looked down at Patrick’s handsome face with distant eyes. She saw sweat drip off her chin and splatter his glasses. “Your father would … ugh … never understand. We … have to … stop … sometime … uuuugggghhhhhhh.” Her whole body gave a violent shake and Susy climaxed on her son’s long pole. Her mind fragmented and all she knew was pleasure.

Soon, Susy found herself on her belly clutching at Patrick’s sheets, desperately trying to hold on as he assailed her vagina from behind. As gentle as she tried to be with her son, he had no such interest. He always humped her with the intense need of a desperately thirsty man arriving at the oasis. “You’re … going to … break … me … sugar,” Susy said between clenched teeth. She had no idea how he hadn’t already broken her with his monstrous thing. But, instead of splitting her in two, Patrick gave her the most intense joy of her life. “Go … ahead … and do it …” Susy always told herself she wouldn’t let him fill her when she had the calm, cool resolve of distance. But with him pumping her insides like an animal, she always ended up asking for it. “Fill … oooohhhhh … mmmeeeeeeeeee.”

“I’m gonna … explode …” Patrick had a firm grip on her upper butt, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. His hips went erratic. “Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh.” The surges of his life-making fluid pushed deep into his mother. He slammed her a few last times and then lay down on her smooth back, his dick still firmly entrenched in her.

“I hope … Sally … didn’t hear … that …” Susy panted.

“Probably … not …” Patrick kissed her pale, sweaty shoulder. The whole neighborhood probably heard that. He was sure that his sister had not missed his mom’s wailing. His hips started moving again. The squelch of Susy’s full pussy filled the room.

“Oh … sugar … again?” Susy looked to her left. She could see her knuckles turn white as her grip tightened again. Her wedding ring glinted at her, half buried in the sheets.

“Just … one … more … time.” Patrick lifted himself up, his hands on her lower back for support. “I … need … more.”

“Oooohhhhh,” Susy squealed.

~~

Sally sat on her bed, her back supported by her pillows. She was naked, with her legs spread wide. She worked her love button furiously as she listened to her brother breed her mom. They had been going at it all afternoon.

Something about listening to the all-powerful Susy Lannit give in to her goofy, bespectacled son drove Sally wild. She could hear almost everything through the thin walls. Sally tensed and orgasmed again. She thought about her little sister away at college. Adeline was even more self-possessed than their mother. Would she turn into a floosy too when faced with the new Patrick? The thought sent Sally’s pleasure spiraling.

It would be difficult to keep Patrick from between her legs forever. Touching herself while listening to him take their mother over the last few days had taken the edge off. As had the ecstasy of him spurting down her throat. She owed it to her husband, Jack, to try whatever she could to keep his dick from filling her again. As long as it didn’t mean going home to Jack. Not quite yet, at least. She needed more time in Portsmith. And maybe her sister did, too.

~~

“Get down here now, Roy.” Nathaniel looked at the pile of Roy’s stuff piled in the middle of the kitchen. One of Roy’s sweaters, his backpack, and a sock for some reason. Nathaniel fumed. “I mean right now.”

“What’s the deal, daddio?” Roy sauntered into the kitchen.

“Clean up your mess,” Nathaniel growled. He loosened his bowtie and regarded his slovenly son. Roy’s collared shirt was incorrectly buttoned and hung out of his pants. He was sweating like a fat pig and looked quite insouciant. Nathaniel set down his briefcase. “Well?” But his son didn’t make a move toward the pile.

“You need to cool your jets, Father.” Roy smiled.

“What’s wrong dear?” Amanda walked into the kitchen straightening her dress and fixing her black hair.

“You look flustered, Amanda.” Nathaniel narrowed his eyes at his wife.

“Oh … I was …” Amanda quickly put her left hand behind her back. Her wedding ring was still in her butt where Roy liked her to put it. “I was … just cleaning …”

“Not in here, obviously.” Nathaniel glared down at Roy’s pile.

“Jump.” Roy whispered to her, a dark grin spreading on his face. He smacked her butt while his father was distracted with the pile. Amanda started hopping up and down.

“You need to stop indulging that boy. He’s eighteen. It’s about time he …” Nathaniel looked up at his jumping wife. He could clearly see her boobs bouncing under her dress. Even when she was pregnant with Roy and Annie, she hadn’t had a body like that. He wondered if she was letting herself go. “What on Earth are you doing, Amanda?”

“Oh … I’m … just … getting … some exercise.” She kept hopping. The first beads of sweat formed on her forehead.

“Well, knock it off.” Nathaniel sat down at the kitchen table. “You look ridiculous. This whole family seems to be acting quite odd. Be a dear, quit your exercise and make me a martini.” He turned his dark eyes on his smiling son. “And you. Wipe that grin off your face or I’ll wipe it for you. And clean … clean … clean …” Nathaniel’s brain fogged over. He had the distinct impression that his wife was still bouncing. “Clean … clean … clean …”

“Great, Mom, you broke Dad.” Roy laughed and walked over to his old man. He waved his hand in front of Nathaniel’s face. Nothing. “Now, where were we?” He turned to his mom and dropped his pants. It was a wonder his persnickety father hadn’t noticed the hard snake running down his trouser leg. He tossed away his shirt, pants, and underwear, now only wearing one sock. His knobby, blackish dick stood horribly out from his body.

“I was telling you we … had to stop … because your father would be home soon.” Amanda stopped jumping and took a deep breath. “Put that away. We’re done for today. I’ll make dinner while your poor father recovers.”

“Nah … I don’t want to.” Roy stepped over to her, his dick and belly swaying about, and grabbed his mother about the waist.

“Roy … you can have me again … tomorrow … after he leaves for work.” She struggled against him, but her heart wasn’t in the fight. Even with her comatose husband staring right through her. “Roy?” She let him bend her over the kitchen table, her ringless left hand inches away from her husband’s clenched fist. “Not the butt … not the butt! My ring is still in there.”

“Right.” Roy eased his massive tool into her pussy and listened to her coo. “Give me some good pussy, Mom. And maybe I won’t have to stop by Annie’s room … ah … ah … when she gets home.” The sound of his hips on her ass, and his balls flopping against her thighs, filled the kitchen.

Amanda pushed her butt back, meeting his fierce lunges with her own. If she could satisfy him, maybe he would leave her daughter alone. Ever since the church incident, she had heard grunting and thumping coming from Annie’s room on most nights. She knew what Roy was doing to his twin sister. And she was pretty sure he wasn’t using protection. But she couldn’t confront her son about it. “Just give me … uh … uh … everything you’ve got … in those giant sacks … Roy.” Maybe she could be Annie’s protection if she satisfied him.

They humped like that for a while, violently slamming into each other. Nathaniel stared vacantly through his wife’s tortured face. And as her orgasms cascaded, Amanda stared right back through her dumb husband. Her defilement was now happening right under his nose, and Nathaniel would do nothing about it. Amanda lowered her gaze to the table.

“You think … Dad … can see us?” Roy reached for her hair and pulled back so that she was forced to look at her husband.

“I pray … he can’t.” Amanda squealed and groaned out another climax, her vagina clenching on the pistoning member.

“I should just force you … to kick him out of the house.” Roy didn’t let up as he neared his own ending. His belly smacking against his mother’s ass.

“No.” Amanda tried to shake her head, but Roy still gripped her hair firmly. She was at his mercy.

“I should make you bring me more women.”

“No,” she squeaked.

“How’s Nanna and Aunt Peg?” He let go of her hair and curled his fingers around her hips.

“You … wouldn’t …” How had Amanda raised such a dirty boy.

“I would. I’m going to knock up … every woman in Dad’s life …” Slobber flew from Roy’s mouth, but he didn’t care. “Starting … with … you …” Roy let out a scream that would have deafened his father if the old man could hear properly. He unloaded deep inside Amanda, holding his dick all way in so that it jerked and twitched in her womb.

“EEezzzzzzzzz.” Amanda tried to tell him off, but her final orgasm of the day was her strongest. It always was magical when she took his seed. By the time she recovered, Roy had already left the room. Amanda stood bent over the kitchen table for a good long while, until she felt Roy’s stuff dribbling out of her.

“I’ll clean up … and then … make us some supper,” she said to her statue of a husband. She straightened, moved around the room picking up Roy’s things, and then stumbled off toward the stairs. She desperately needed a shower before starting her wifely duties.

~~

A line of women in crisp, olive green skirt-uniforms walked out of the back of the hotel. Patrick watched them with wonder as they piled into several sedans that were waiting for them and drove off in a hurry. What was that about? Patrick leaned his bike against a light post and walked to the hotel’s back entrance. He tried to find some inner resolve. He and Donna needed to actually work on the mystery and not just lose themselves in each other’s bodies for another afternoon.

Patrick knocked on the door of the room Donna had reserved for them.

“Well, hello there, junior investigator.” A low voice approached from down the hall.

“Oh … hello …” Patrick turned to see Mark Farmer strolling toward him, dressed in his suit, bowtie, and fedora.

“I thought you were out investigating with Donna. Where is she?” Mark looked around the obviously empty hall.

A cold sweat broke out on Patrick’s forehead. If Donna opened that door, Mark would know his wife was up to no good. The handle jiggled as Donna unlocked it from the inside. “I meant … hello, Mr. Farmer,” Patrick nearly yelled the words, praying Donna would hear him through the door. The handle stopped jiggling.

“I’m right here, young man. No need to shout.” Mark tilted his head at Patrick, puzzled. “You look a little peaked. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. It’s just so nice to see you, Mr. Farmer,” Patrick yelled again.

“Where’s Donna?” Mark narrowed his eyes. Obviously, something was wrong.

“She sent me back to … um … give you a message.” Patrick looked at the door. “That’s why I’m knocking on your door.”

“That’s not my door.” Mark looked at the room number and seemed to make a mental note of it. “Are you feeling all right? Where’s my wife?”

“She’s in the library. She’s working on a theory.” The wheels turned in Patrick’s head. He needed to come up with something plausible. “I am feeling a little under the weather. And that got us to thinking, if something wanted to affect all of us at once. You know, if something wanted to make us sick. How would it do it?” Patrick was stalling.

“The air?” Mark shrugged. “We could breathe it in.”

“Yes, but …” Patrick waved his finger as he thought. “That would be too diffuse, right? Something more direct.”

Mark shrugged again.

“The water supply, Mr. Farmer.” Patrick smiled at the realization. “Something would use the water supply to get to everyone in town at once. We all drink the water.”

“That’s … smart.” Mark furrowed his eyebrows and thought over the implications. “Did you come up with this theory?”

“Yes.”

“Well, it seems I’ll have to promote you to senior, junior investigator.” Mark patted Patrick on the shoulder, his concern over his wife and the boy’s health forgotten. “So, Donna’s looking up the source of the town’s water supply at the library, and she sent you to give me an update?”

“Exactly.” Patrick nodded.

“Well done, lad.” Mark walked past Patrick toward the door. “Consider me updated.”

“Where are you going?” Patrick watched him walk to the end of the hall and open the outer door.

“My wife wants me to be a shut-in, but I feel it’s quite safe to go for a stroll from time to time. And it’s lucky I did or you would have been knocking on the wrong door all day.” Mark laughed. “Maybe I’ll pick up a carton of milk while I’m out. No more water for me.” He waved goodbye and exited the hotel.

Patrick took a deep breath. Had he really just cracked the case? He knocked on the door again. “It’s me, he’s gone.”

Donna opened the door, her cute, little nose wrinkled with worry. “What happened?”

“We need to go to the library.” Patrick took her soft hand, but let her pull him into the room. She closed the door after them. And he told her what he and her husband had unraveled. But that was not all that unraveled.

Ten minutes later, Donna’s large, teardrop breasts flopped on her chest as she rode her senior, junior investigator’s cock with great bounding lunges. “You’re right … we … need … to … investigate the water supply … oooohhhhhh … my lord.” Her glasses hung halfway off her nose and slipped a little farther with each violent impact her body absorbed.

“Do you want … to investigate … with my stuff … inside you?” Patrick smiled up at his girlfriend. He wondered if Mark would hear their grunting through the door when he returned from his stroll.

“Be a dear … and fill … me … up …” Donna’s glasses finally fell off her face and bounced on the hotel bed next to them. She screamed when she felt that familiar heat spread through her insides.

~~

Donna ran out of the hotel room, clicking her kitten heels on the hallway linoleum. A minute later, Patrick followed her out, carefully looking both ways. They had decided they needed to go to the library after Patrick’s second orgasm, but they were both terrified of running into Mark. If he was walking out the back entrance, and his room was at the front of the hotel, they weren’t quite sure on an escape plan. They decided speed was of the essence.

As Patrick fumbled the key in the hotel doorknob, a pretty blonde woman in a military uniform strode past him. She gave him a sweet, half-crescent smile and kept on walking. Patrick couldn’t help but stop his work with the key and watch her disappear down the hall. He loved the way her butt wiggled in the that tight, olive green skirt. When she turned a corner, heading to the front of the hotel, Patrick finished locking the door and headed to the back entrance.

A blonde woman stepped in through the back door in a green uniform. She gave Patrick a sweet, half-crescent smile, and passed Patrick in the hall walking toward the front of the hotel.

It was impossible, but it was the same woman that had passed him before. Patrick turned and watched her butt wiggle in her tight, olive green skirt. It was definitely the same woman going in the same direction. There was no way she could have doubled back around the hotel in the few seconds it took her to disappear down the hall and then reenter the building. “Excuse me?” Patrick felt like he needed to see if she was real. Was he going crazy?

“Yes?” The woman stopped and turned in her heels to face him, that same smile still on her face. “What can I do for you, young man?”

“Um …” Patrick didn’t like the way she looked at him. There was something feral hidden deep behind her pale, blue eyes. “I thought you dropped something. Never mind.”

The woman stepped toward Patrick. “Perhaps we should have a talk, you and I.” The woman had a high voice, but there was a bit of steel to it. “Shall we step into your room there?” That sweet smile broadened.

“I … have to go.” Patrick turned and ran out the back entrance. He grabbed his bike from the light pole, hopped on, and raced it over to the bushes where Donna had said she’d wait for him. Sure enough, she was there. He stopped the bike. “Get on. Hurry.” He turned his head and saw the blonde woman emerging from the hotel’s back door.

“What’s the matter?” Donna hopped on the seat and held onto Patrick’s skinny chest from behind. “Did you see Mark?” She always felt ridiculous riding with Patrick on his bicycle, but it would be so much worse if Mark caught her clinging onto Patrick while she teetered on the seat behind him.

“Not Mark.” Patrick pumped the peddles and they careened down the alley. He spared one glance over his shoulder and didn’t see the blonde woman. “There was a woman. There was something off about her.”

“I saw two women go into the hotel while I was waiting.” Donna’s grip tightened on Patrick’s cardigan and her face went pale as he swerved around a corner.

“They were the same woman.” Patrick peddled harder. He turned left toward the library.

“They both had on the same uniform.” The bike bounced over some potholes, and Donna’s abused vagina protested as it hopped on the seat.

“No, they were the same exact woman.” Patrick looked behind them again. No one there. He finally slowed the speeding bike down to a more sustainable pace. “They had the same face.”

“Are you sure?”

“No. But I think so.” Patrick was sweating from his effort.

“Fascinating.” Donna breathed in the dark, jungle scent of Patrick’s perspiration. Her body responded with familiar urges. “It’s like the Fortimer Triangle cases. The same woman followed herself everywhere. But we found that to be a manifestation of Kumokum.”

“A manifestation of what?”

“Kumokum is an Indian deity. A coyote trickster. We had a case in Oregon where …” Donna was now having trouble concentrating. She needed more of her boyfriend’s semen. “I’ll tell you about it later. Pull into that alley over there.”

“What’s wrong?” Patrick turned the bike off the road and they coasted into a dark alley.

“It’s embarrassing.” Donna stepped off the bicycle and adjusted her glasses. “Just stand by that wall and take down your trousers.” She watched as Patrick did as he was told. She then pulled up her skirt, pushed her panties to the side, and turned her butt toward him. “I need it, again.”

“Here?” Patrick didn’t wait for an answer. It was odd having sex with this prim, dignified wife in a dirty alley, but he wasn’t going to say no. He stepped up behind her and slid his dick inside. “Aaaahhhhhhh. How are you so tight?”

“Fill me … quickly, Pat.” Donna put her hands on the mossy brick wall and pushed back at him. “Anyone could walk by.” They were somewhat hidden from the street, but not completely. What had she become that she now had sex with her teenage boyfriend in public? All she needed was for some sweet grandmother to decide to take a shortcut through their alley. “Quickly …” Waves of pleasure surged through her.

“How … are you … still … so … tight?” Patrick hammered away at her. Fifteen minutes later, they were back on the bike, another load of his stuff deep inside her.

~~

“Go away, Roy.” Annie sounded exasperated.

“Let me in, Annie.” Roy knocked on her door again. “I’ve got what you want.”

“You don’t have anything I want.” Annie turned up her record player, trying to drown out Roy.

“Leave your sister alone, Roy.” Amanda stuck her head out of her bedroom and looked down the hall.

“Go back to bed, Mom.” Roy smiled at his mother.

“But, Roy, darling …” Amanda didn’t know what to say. “Just … go easy on her.”

“Roger that.” Roy gave his mother a two-finger salute, and watched her disappear back into her bedroom. He knocked on the door again. “Annnnniiiieeeeeeeee. Open the dooooorrrrrrrr.”

The door swung open and Annie stood there in her pajamas, her eyebrows knitted in anger. “I said, leave me …” But her voice trailed off when she saw her fat pig of a brother was naked and his dark, knobby dick was pointed right at her. Her face went slack and she took a deep breath. The smell was of earth, and growing things, and dark secrets. She could see the glisten of her brother’s sweat catching the light from her room on his protruding belly. “You’re … um … leaking on the floor.” She could see a steady stream of precum dribbling down the head. So much of it. Her gaze fell to his overripe balls. Did he store his precum there along with his other cum? Annie didn’t know.

“Out of the way, bitch.” Roy pushed her aside and brazenly walked into the room. The record player blasted out Elvis Presley’s Hound Dog. Roy let it play.

“Hey … you’re going to be in so much trouble walking around like that. Get out.” Annie put her hands on her hips. It was hard to believe she’d shared their mother’s womb with a disgusting twin like Roy.

“Mom knows I’m here.” Roy chuckled. “She wants me to go easy on you.” He had a sarcastic lilt to his voice.

“I’ll tell Dad.”

“And then I’ll tell him about what we’ve been up to since the church. You want him to know that?” Roy halfway turned and slammed the door.

“No.” Annie looked at the floor and frowned. Her brown hair bobbed a little in its ponytail.

“Well?” Roy faced his dick toward her and put his hands on his hips.

“Well, what?”

“Well, come suck it, bitch.” Roy wiggled his hips so that his stiff dick made small circular motions in the air.

“Don’t call me that.” Annie’s eyes found her brother’s dick. She couldn’t look away. The smell that followed him into her room seemed to open her up.

“You ain’t nothing but a hound dog, Annie. My bitchy sister.” Roy kept his dick swaying in circles, enjoying how his sister’s eyes moved as they followed its path. “Now get over here.” He watched her pretty pink lips part.

“You are so gross.” Annie stepped over to him, dropped to her knees, and reached out for his dick. She stopped its motion with her hands, softly squeezing and milking it. His dick’s weight was … odd. It was like the thing was made of lead. She tried not to think of her poor boyfriend, Bobby. “Let’s be quick. I want to go back to listening to my music.”

“Sure.” Roy watched her stretch her mouth wide and slurp on his head. When his precum hit her tongue, he could see her eyelids flutter and her shoulders shake. She looked so awkward, with his big thing in her delicate mouth. Such pretty, snotty teenagers weren’t supposed to gobble on big, ugly cocks. Roy grabbed her ponytail and forced more of himself down her throat. The sputtering, gurgling sounds were pure perfection to Roy. With the task of taking him in her mouth before her, Annie had stopped stroking him. “Pump it … too … bitch …”

Annie’s cheeks burned with shame at performing for her pig of a brother while he called her such horrible names, but she pumped him with her hands as asked. The thought of the ecstasy that his cum would bring her now pushed most other thoughts out of her brain. She bobbed her head with his encouragement, getting almost a quarter of his great length down her throat. She wondered if he’d someday make her take more than that. Her gagging subsided as she adjusted to the monster, and she worked hard to bring on his completion. “Ggggggppppphhhhhhh.” She wanted to encourage him to give it to her, but of course words were impossible while she serviced him. She trembled in anticipation. The expectation of what he had in his balls for her was a pleasure better than anything her boyfriend had given her. And that was just the appetizer with Roy. She worked him for a good long while as Elvis sung in the background. Goodness, she really was a stupid bitch of a hound dog.

“You … ready … Sis?” Roy tightened his grip on her ponytail. He wouldn’t let his dick leave her mouth until he’d completely erupted. He wanted her to swallow it all.

“Mmmmpppppphhhhhhhh.” Annie squeezed her eyes tight. Please, she thought. Please drown her in that amazing stuff. Then she heard Roy croak out a long grunt of satisfaction, and her mouth was awash in his hot, salty mess. The bliss was so intense, that Annie lost track of her body. When the tide ebbed, she found herself on her back, her pajama front covered in cum. “Far out …” Her voice was so high and slight, her body still giving little convulsions as aftershocks hit her.

“How do you want it?” Roy leaned down and tore her pajama top open. Buttons ricocheted around the room. Her small tits reminded him of his mother before her body’s recent changes. He roughly pinched Annie’s puffy right nipple and watched her body spasm in response.

“What?” Annie blinked. Did he still want more? He was so ravenous with her. She watched him with vacant eyes pull off her bottoms and underwear. “Condom?” It was almost a question she was asking herself. On the one hand, she should protect her eggs from his swimmers. On the other hand, if they were going to do it, she wanted to feel the rapture of his cum again.

“Nah.” Roy picked her up and tossed her halfway on the bed, so that her legs were still on the floor and her ass was up in the air. “I probably already knocked you up anyway.” He admired her butt. Not nearly as wide and round as their mother’s. But enough curves to let anyone know she was a woman built for babies. He smacked her pale right cheek.

“Ouch.” Annie gripped the sheets, ready for the coming onslaught. “Go easy on me. Remember what Mom said.”

“Nah.” Roy bent his knees, got behind her, and slid his dick into her. She was sopping wet. He admired her once tight pussy as it clamped around his bulging veins. “You never went easy on me.” He sunk all the way inside her and felt his balls rest up against her trim thighs. “So, I’m not gonna go easy on you.” With that, he grabbed her hips and pounded away at her pussy. He could tell from the stupid sounds she made, and the way the small muscles in her back tightened that she was already cumming.

“Ugh … Roy … you … dumb … jerk … oooohhhhhhhhhhh.” Her head tossed side to side, her ponytail whipping around.

“Shut up … uh … uh … uh … and take it.” Roy tightened his grip on her hips and smashed her. His sister seemed to have taken his advice. She didn’t say anything else but grunts, shrieks, and the occasional nonsense she blurted during her orgasms. “You got … a sweet pussy … Annie. Too bad … Bobby … can’t have what I’m … having.” He looked down at her tight little asshole and wondered if she was ready for that. Did he care? No. He slid out of her, his dick slick with her juices, and positioned himself up against her little pink hole.

“Wait … wait … I didn’t mean to call you … a jerk.” Annie’s mind told her to get up and run, but instead she gripped the sheets tighter. “Not there. You’ll ruin me, Roy. Not … aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh.” It pushed at her and she resisted. For a second, she thought she would be able to keep it out of her butt if she clamped tight enough, but only for a second. Then it was in. Pain flashed at her and then that was gone. The thing moved deep into her guts and new pleasure crept over her. But she didn’t have time to slowly explore the new sensations, Roy’s hips pounded into her again and soon she was taking his massive penis just like she had in her pussy. “Oh … God … Oh … Roy …” Annie shut her eyes tight and quivered as she had her first anal orgasm. She wondered what it would be like to have that powerful cum up her ass. She decided she was ready to find out. “Cum … Roy … ugh … ugh … ugh …” She pushed back against him. “Cum … for me.”

“Almost …” Roy had a pretty good rhythm going, but the way his sister pushed back at him was out of sync. He was so used to the way older women matched his moves, that it was a little off-putting to have her exuberantly shake her ass like that. She felt like a new dance partner that kept stepping on his toes. Roy put his hands just above her ass on the small of her back to hold her down. That worked. “Gonna … resize … your … bitchy … ass.”

“Oooooohhhhhhhhh.” Annie didn’t bother to tell him that he’d already resized it. She wouldn’t ever be the same.

“Gonna … cum … gonna … cum … gonna … aaaaaahhhhhhh.” He roared and emptied himself up her butt. She screamed as she took his seed, almost harmonizing with Elvis in the background. It was paradise in Annie’s ass and Roy was going to return again and again. When he was done, his body shook a few more times, and then he pulled out of her. She was babbling, so he grabbed her shoulder and turned her over. Her face was completely slack, her mouth open. Drool ran down her chin over the dried cum from earlier.

“So … good … so … good …” Annie mumbled and slid to the floor, her chin resting on her chest.

“Thanks, Annie.” Roy shook his softening dick and flicked a few drops of cum at her. “Enjoy your music.” He realized that the record was over, and the player was filling the room with the rhythmic scratching sound. He turned and left, leaving Annie to clean herself and her room whenever her brain started back up again. Roy was tired. He was ready for bed.

 

Chapter 15

A knock sounded on the door. Lieutenant Abby Kerns depressed the button on the radio. “Colonel? I think our water shipment is here. I’m going to step away for a moment.” She released the button and the radio buzzed with static. There was so much interference in Portsmith.

“Message … ceived … care… and out.” The Colonel’s reedy voice barely made it through.

Abby nodded, adjusted the garrison hat perched on her blond head, and stood. “Code?” she said to the delivery person on the other side of the door. There was no response. “Code?” Another three knocks. Abby let slip a half crescent of a smile. “I keep telling you guys, use the code. It’s not funny when you give me the silent treatment.” She walked to the door, her crisp skirt uniform moving stiffly on her hips. Those delivery boys were always trying to mess with her. They knew this was an odd assignment, what with all the rumors of Russian scientific experiments in the heartland and missing staff. She looked at her watch. “You’re also three hours early,” Abby said to the closed door. She put her hand on the knob, unlocked it, and swung the door open.

“Well, hello, former Lieutenant Kerns.” Abby’s doppelganger stood in the door.

It was like looking in a mirror. Everything was the same, down to the identical intelligence pin on their ascots. “What?” Abby gaped at the woman smiling her smile back at her. “Who?” She stood frozen.

“Me?” The mirrored Abby pushed Abby aside and strode into the room. It forcefully closed the door behind it and eyed the lieutenant. “I am the new Abby Kerns. I’m here to relieve the erstwhile Lieutenant Kerns of duty. You see, Axcix needs eyes and ears inside this little operation. Is there anyone else here with you?”

“I … I …” Abby’s heart thundered like a military drum in her chest. Was this … was this a Soviet trick?

The mirrored Abby stepped up to the real one and slapped her on the cheek. The sound reverberated around the small hotel room, layering over the static spilling from the radio in the corner. “I said, is there anyone else here with you?”

“What are you?” Abby rubbed her cheek and stepped back from the imposter. The slap had brought her out of her shock induced stupor. She bent her knees slightly and hiked up her skirt so she could better move her legs. She should have never let this woman in the door.

“Axcix calls me Smith. But you’re not looking for a proper name, are you?” Smith held up its left hand and its fingers merged and elongated. The flesh pulsed and twitched as it changed. “I’ve been reassigned to … maintenance. I clean up messes.”

“Ew.” Abby felt her stomach roll with revulsion. “You’re some kind of Russian experiment.” She sidled to her right, making her way to the desk where her service revolver lay. She watched as the woman before her transformed her arm and hand into a writhing rope of flesh with a bulbous head on the end. A smell entered the room. A dark, primaeval scent that carried with it elemental promises. Abby’s knees trembled, and her pussy clenched spasmodically. Only a few more feet to the revolver, and then she would end this monster.

“Don’t worry, Lieutenant Kerns. While you will no longer be exactly … yourself. You will be quite useful. You just need a little reeducation.” Smith stepped closer to the other woman. It could see Abby’s intent quite clearly. When the Army officer jumped for her weapon, Smith caught her with the snaking appendage in midair.

“Oh, God.” As Abby’s mind reeled, her body thrilled at the touch of the misshapen thing. The creature Smith spun her around in the air and brought her down on the bed. Abby struggled, but she could feel the appendage tightening around her waist. And then, to her horror, the head of it slipped under her skirt and tore her panties right off her. “You can’t … aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh.” Fireworks exploded behind Abby’s eyes as what had once been Smith’s left hand sunk inside her vagina. Only crazed communists could come up with a plan so vile and … beguiling. Abby closed her eyes tight and fought to resist the pleasures of the flesh that spread through her as the bulb plunged into her depths.

“Open your eyes, my sweet little thing.” Smith’s rope-like arm stayed wrapped around Abby, with the tip pistoning in and out of her. But the thing was so long now, that Smith was able to climb slowly onto the bed and look down at the beautiful lieutenant. “Do you feel it? You are becoming one with us. Soon you will swim in deep waters and feel the power of a great joining.” With her right hand, Smith tore open the front of Abby’s uniform, and ripped off the woman’s bra. Two firm mounds bumped on the woman’s chest in time with Smith’s pumping. Smith could remember enough from before to enjoy perfect breasts when confronted with them.

“You’re … aaaaahhhhhhh … sick.” Abby’s body shuddered with pleasure. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at her evil twin. “Never join … you Reds … I’m an officer … of the U.S. of … oooooohhhhhhhhhhh.” Abby had fooled around with her fiancé plenty, but he’d never unlocked her body the way this abomination did. Her muscles went rigid, she arched her back up off the bed, and her mind went into a frenzy. When she came down from her high, she found her hips were thrusting up to meet the ravaging member inside her, and she couldn’t do a thing to stop herself.

“Do you see now?” Smith, in its perfectly starched uniform leaned down to kiss its mirror image, in her torn and wrinkled khakis. “You belong with us. You all belong with us.”

“Ohhhhh, God.” Abby’s lips opened to accept the kiss from this monster of a woman. The dark copy of herself knew what it was doing with its tongue. They made out for a long time as the long appendage drove Abby to new heights of pleasure. After a while, they broke their kiss and Abby’s eyes tried to focus on the woman-thing above her. It seemed to be vibrating, its mouth hanging impossibly wide above Abby.

“Get ready to take … the gift of Axcix.” Smith’s body longed to complete the process. To fill and claim this woman for their cause. Something dark and urgent drove Smith. It wasn’t instinct, it was a drive even more compelling and total.

“You’re … augghhhhh … not going … to …” Abby knew what the thing was about to do. Despite the fact that it was screwing her with what had once been its arm, it was about to shoot its seed inside her. For a fleeting moment, she wondered where its balls were. And then, her body filled with the most delicious heat. “Soooo … wonderfullllllll …” And then she shrieked out her most wonderful orgasm yet.

When Abby again opened her eyes, she could see the thing pretending to be her sitting by the radio. She sat up in bed, her breasts hanging out of her uniform.

“No, it wasn’t the water delivery. Just someone at the wrong room.” Smith’s left arm had returned to normal, and it looked perfectly like Abby again. It looked over at the real Abby, winked, and its face brightened in that half crescent smile.

“Something … in the barn … checking it out.” The Colonel’s voice broke through the radio’s static.

“Roger, that.” Smith said.

Without a word, Abby stood on shaky legs. She could feel Smith’s warm stuff leaking out of her. She straightened her stockings, which she knew were torn and did her best to button her uniform. She must look a sorry sight, but it didn’t matter. She wobbled to the door and out into the hall. Swimming. She needed to go swimming. Like a homing pigeon, Abby stumbled out of the hotel and walked west.

~~

The long table near the back of the stacks was empty, but for Donna and Patrick huddled over an old set of plans. She traced her finger along a blue line. “So, the treatment plant is here.”

“Right.” Patrick adjusted his thick glasses and scanned the paper. “But where’s the source?”

“It could be a well … or …” Donna scrunched up her freckled face as she thought, her glasses hanging just on the tip of her nose. “Not a well … look.”

“Lake Ipuza Ikpi,” they said at the same time and looked at each other. Both of their brains working furiously.

“When David, Roy, and I saw the meteor. It was low in the sky, heading due west. We were here.” He pointed at a series of sewers and water pipes near the center of town. “The lake would be a logical landing spot. The meteor was coming in here,” he picked up a pencil and drew a faint line on the old plans, and the lake is a few miles over here. He drew an x on the lake and circled it. “Whatever it is, it’s there. I know it.”

“You’re right.” Donna nodded. She couldn’t say why, but she was sure of it, too.

“We need to go out there. Right away.” Patrick stood up. He suddenly realized that he’d defaced the library’s property with his pencil. That was no good, but the library, and every citizen in Portsmith had bigger problems, he told himself.

“Well, we’re not going to bicycle out there.” Donna took the pencil and tried to erase the marks they’d made on the plans. “Let’s circle back to the hotel and pick up my car.”

“And the blond women?” Patrick shivered, thinking about the feral, hungry look that the second military woman had given him.

“We’ll have to chance it.” Donna stood, looped her arm around his waist, and stuck the pencil in her purse. “Maybe we should get reinforcements. Your tall friend?”

“Right.” Hip to hip, they walked out of the library, leaving the plans on the table. They didn’t even consider what an odd sight they must have made. The cosmopolitan woman, and the eighteen-year-old teenager from a small town, walking like lovebirds for all the town to see. “We’ll get your car and swing by David’s house.”

“Will he be home?” Donna thought maybe they should ask Mark, too. But decided he’d probably be worse than useless. What an odd thought to have about her once-dashing husband.

“Yeah. He’ll be spending time with his mom.”

“Oh.” Donna thought that over. “Oooohhhhhhhhh.” The thought of that tall strapping lad giving it to his mother made her a little weak in the knees. She tried to clear her mind. They needed no distractions. They had important work to do.

~~

“Um … I’m not sure how to say this.” David sat in the back seat of Donna’s automobile as they drove through the woods.

“What is it?” Patrick put his elbow over the front seat and looked back at his friend. He caught David looking at Donna’s copper hair with distrust as she drove. “She’s okay. Whatever you tell me, you can tell her.”

David shrugged. He had to get it off his chest and the woman was his best friend’s girl. “My mom’s pregnant.”

“Congratulations … wait … I mean … are you … ?” Patrick’s face turned beet red. He glanced at Donna and could see her blushing, too.

“My father isn’t the father,” David said in a hush. It felt good to tell Patrick.

“Are you sure? I mean …” Patrick counted on his fingers. “Since this all started, it hasn’t been that long.”

“I’m sure.” David smiled. It was good to get this out in the open. “She’s already getting big.”

“But that’s not possible.” Patrick was mystified by the timing. “Is it?” He looked to his girlfriend as they pulled into the familiar parking lot by the lake.

“I had a case once where a woman gave birth in little over a month from conception to delivery.” Donna found a space in the empty lot, parked, and turned the car off. “But that was demonic possession, and I don’t think that’s what’s going on here.”

“What is going on here?” David listened to the car pop and ping as it cooled.

“Meteors, strange changes in Portsmith across a wide range of citizens, Roy going evil –”

“Roy didn’t need much of a push.” David frowned.

“True, but still. I think it’s clear that what we have is something in the water.” Patrick adjusted his glasses and pointed out at the lake. “Something from another world.”

“That’s why we’re here?” David got out of the car and the others followed him. They ambled up to the edge of the lake. “This is where the meteor landed?”

“To the best of our estimations.” Donna folded her arms over her large chest and shivered. A cold breeze blew in off the mountains and gathered speed over the choppy water.

“So, what are we going to do?” David turned his head to the shore about a hundred yards to their left. A blond woman in a torn military uniform stumbled out of the woods.

“Investigate. We have a look …” Patrick trailed off when he noticed the woman weaving like a drunk toward the water. “That’s her. That’s the woman with the evil twin.”

“Miss? Miss?” Donna called out to her. The woman ignored them. “What’s she doing?” Donna whispered. The wind picked up and blew Donna’s red hair back over her shoulders. Waves lapped at the mud by their feet.

The three investigators watched the blond woman wade out into the water, which quickly rose above her khaki skirt.

“Look.” Patrick pointed out into the middle of the lake. Several large bubbles had risen to the surface. The bubbles were opaque, and seemed to have large, dark squirming animals inside them. The wind now howled around them.

“Hey, lady. Don’t go in there,” David shouted. But she ignored them and moved further out, now up to her chest in the lake. “Shit.” David quickly chucked his shoes and socks. He pulled off his shirt, and dropped his pants. “I’m going to go save her.”

“I’ll go with you.” Patrick unbuttoned his cardigan.

“Can you swim?” David looked over at him with a wry grin. He waded out into the water, heading for the woman who was now up to her neck.

“No.” Patrick rebuttoned his shirt.

“Then stay put. Get the car running. We might have to take her to the hospital.” David dove into the icy water and swam with powerful strokes.

Donna turned and ran back to the car. Patrick stood on the shore, helpless. He looked over to his right and his mouth dropped. Those large, ominous bubbles were headed right for him. Each was a half dome on the water’s surface, and the things inside seemed to be in a frenzy. At least they weren’t headed for David, Patrick thought. “David! The bubbles!”

David stopped his swim and treaded water. He looked to his right and saw the strange things headed for his friend. “Go! Get in the car and go!” David screamed. “I’ll take the lady out on the other side away from those things. Go get help.”

“Who should I get?” Patrick cupped his hands to scream above the sound of the wind in the trees.

“The police, dummy.” David turned and swam toward the woman again. He could now only see her little hat and some blond hair floating on the surface of the water. He moved as fast as he could. Both to save the stupid woman before she drowned, and to get out of the lake before those bubbles turned toward him.

“We’ll be back!” Patrick turned and ran toward the car, looking over his shoulder. The dark bubbles were now almost on the shore.

“Get in.” Donna pulled up next to Patrick with the passenger door hanging open.

“Go, go, go.” Patrick jumped in and slammed the door. He turned around and looked back as the car’s tires spun out and then caught, jerking them forward. The bubbles had rolled into the lot. There were four of them, and now that he got a close look at them, bubbles didn’t seem the right word. They were tough and rigid, showing no give to the ground below. This was both disquieting, and a relief. Patrick had been afraid the things would burst and spill their frenzied cargo out in the open.

“Are they still behind us?” Donna spared the quickest little glance in the mirror.

“They’re falling back.”

Donna took her foot off the gas and the car slowed.

“Now they’re catching up. What are you doing?” There was panic in Patrick’s voice.

“I want those things to follow us as long as possible.” Donna’s lips pressed themselves into a thin line, her eyes fixed on the road ahead. “You don’t want them turning around and going after your friend. Right?”

“Right.” Patrick gripped the back of his seat tightly and watched behind them. Their car sped up and slowed down several times. They’d traveled several miles before the balls stopped rolling after them and turned around. “You ever have a case like this? What do we do now?”

“Never had a case like this.” A grim look spread on her face. Donna gunned the car and drove as fast as the curving road would allow. “Now we’ll do what your friend asked. We’ll get as many policemen as we can and head back to the lake.”

~~

“There’s a woman being attacked in the lake by … um …” Officer McHenry looked back at his notes and rolled his eyes. “… a small team of bubbles.”

“Balls.” Patrick tapped his foot. Time was wasting. “I didn’t mean bubbles. Far out balls. And she wasn’t being attacked. We were. She was drowning, and my friend, David Riles, swam out to save her.”

“And why’d you leave your friend and the woman with … these balls?” Officer McHenry looked over at Patrick, and then to Donna.

“They were chasing us. Look, I’ll show you. We need to pack as many squad cars as we can and head out there right now.” Patrick slammed his hands down on McHenry’s desk. When McHenry squinted down at them, he removed his hands quickly.

“Look, officer, it’s very complicated.” Donna tried to sweet talk him. “The crux of the story is that there is a drowning woman and young man trying to save her. We would request your assistance in –”

“And what is your relation to the young men involved?” McHenry cut her off. He let his eyes wander the curves of her dress, not caring much if he offended anyone.

“I’m a relative visiting from –” Donna was cut off again by a clatter as the front door to the station swung open.

“Hello, everyone.” David walked in. “It is me, David Riles. I am here.” He walked to the center of the room and stood, somewhat awkwardly. All of his clothes and hair were dripping wet like he’d just stepped out of the lake the instant before. A pool of water spread around him. He smiled at the room.

“Wait … how did you …?” Patrick tugged at his brown hair, a flood of relief and confusion rushing through him. “Why are you so wet? You left your clothes on the shore.”

“I fell in.” David’s wide smile showed no signs of letting up. “Oopsie.”

“And how did you get back to town so fast?” Donna’s eyebrows bunched together. “And where’s the blond woman?”

“There was no blond woman. It was just a funny looking tree.” David winked at the officer. “Just a misunderstanding.”

“No woman?” Patrick was dumbfounded. “And the bubbles … balls … whatever?” He shivered at the thought of those things.

“Maybe … gas from the lakebed?” David shrugged. “You are science person, not me.” With that smile still plastered to his face, he turned and headed for the door. “Mystery solved. I, David Riles, am now walking home.”

Patrick and Donna exchanged baffled looks.

“Do you want a ride?” Patrick called after him.

“No, thank you.” David strolled out the door.

“Well, that ties that up nicely.” Officer McHenry tore the sheet out of his notebook, crumpled it into a ball, and tossed it at his waste bin. It bounced off the side and rolled to a stop by Patrick’s feet. “On your way now, you two. I’ve got important things to do.” McHenry put his feet up on his desk, stuck a pipe in his mouth, and elaborately lit it.

“But –” Patrick was in shock.

“I said, on your way.” McHenry smiled at them helpfully.

“Come on, Pat.” Donna put an arm around his narrow shoulders and led him out of the station. “The important thing is David’s okay,” she said loudly enough so that the officer could hear her.

“I don’t know, he seemed strange.” Patrick let her pull him into her side. He felt the reassuring swell of her breast against him. “And he never said how he got back to town.”

When they were outside with the door closed behind them, Donna leaned into Patrick’s ear. “I am quite certain that something has happened to your friend and the blond woman.” She squeezed him when she saw the look of worry on his face. “Don’t worry. We’ll get to the bottom of it. They’ll be okay.” She led him to her car and helped him into the passenger seat.

Patrick waited for her to get in and start the car. “So, are we going back to the lake to rescue the woman?”

“No. It’s too late. Not now.” Donna drove the car toward Patrick’s house. “We have to think this over. Observe things through this new looking glass.”

“Okay.” Patrick slumped in his seat, looked at the familiar town pass by out the window. Everything seemed strange and foreign. “Should we … stop drinking the water.”

“That would be best.” Donna nodded. “Do you want me to drop you off today? Or …” Donna stole a glance of the teenager. With everything that had happened, she needed another round with Patrick before going back to her husband. She hoped he’d invite her in.

“You want to come in?” Patrick looked over at her. She seemed like an anchor in the storm. How odd that he hadn’t even known her a short while ago. “I mean … it would be nice …” He blushed.

“It would be nice.” Donna nodded like that settled that.

~~

While rushing past the kitchen, Patrick heard a torrent of feminine laughter. He stopped and peered in. Both his sisters sat at the kitchen table. They turned to see him, and the way they looked at him made Patrick suspect they had been talking about him. “Hello, Addy. When did you get here?” Patrick was happy to see the younger of his two older sisters, but after what he’d witnessed that day, he wasn’t thrilled to have her in Portsmith.

“Hello, Pat.” Adeline smiled up at him. “Sally called and invited me for a long weekend. I don’t have classes on Friday, so how could I say no?” Adeline turned to regard Donna standing next to her brother. “Hello.” She smiled and nodded at Donna, her brown ponytail bobbing behind her.

“Oh … um … this is … my … um …” Patrick looked around at the women in the kitchen.

“That’s her.” Sally leaned toward her sister and gave her a nudge.

“Oh, my.” Adeline looked the woman up and down.

“I’m Patrick’s girlfriend, Donna Farmer.” Donna gave Adeline a thin smile and nodded. After the ordeal that day, she’d wanted simply to lose herself in ecstasy with Patrick. But now she found herself in an awkward social situation.

“She’s my …?” Patrick raised his eyebrows. Well, why not, he supposed.

“I’m Adeline. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Adeline’s eyes fell to the wedding ring on Donna’s hand. This was quite scandalous. She couldn’t believe her mother would allow Patrick to go steady with a married woman. But she could see why Patrick was all for it. The older woman was beautiful, if somewhat bedraggled looking. Maybe she’d had a rough day. Maybe it was tiring trying to keep Patrick’s little hands off her. Adeline couldn’t suppress a giggle.

“Well, we’re going up to my room to … um … study.” Patrick tried to cut the awkwardness short. He was thinking how hard it would be to be quiet enough that Adeline wouldn’t suspect what they were up to.

“Don’t be silly, you’re not leaving without a hug.” Adeline stood. She wore a smart, floral swing dress that swished around her knees. She could see both Donna and Patrick looking at her dress as she walked toward them. She blushed a little. She had put on some weight that year, but that’s what happened when one was a freshman in college. It was no reason to stare.

“Wow.” Patrick couldn’t help himself. He wondered if the thing in the lake had somehow grown Adeline’s breasts and hips, too. But that was impossible, wasn’t it? The water system was confined to Portsmith.

“You think I’m fat, don’t you?” Adeline reached over and hugged him so he wouldn’t have to look at her anymore.

“No … I didn’t mean …” Patrick was ready for the day to be over.

“I think you look swell.” Sally eyed her sister’s wide rump as the hug ended. “Patrick does too. Don’t you, Pat?”

“Yeah. You look like a woman. I mean …” Patrick stepped back. Her curves did sing to him with a siren’s call. He needed to get upstairs with Donna quickly. “… really nice.”

“You two have fun studying.” Sally winked at Patrick and waved them off.

“Nice meeting you.” Donna followed her boyfriend upstairs. She slapped his butt on the way up the stairs. “Shame on you. Ogling your sister like that,” she whispered.

“I didn’t mean …” Patrick turned around and saw the smile on her face.

“After everything with your mother, you wouldn’t think me the jealous type, would you?” Donna followed him into his room.

“No.” He closed the door and looked at her. He was so ready to take her after the day they’d had.

“Good. Now kiss me.” Donna stepped into him, pushing her breasts into his skinny chest, and met his lips with hers.

~~

“That’s it, Annie. Take it all … the … way …” Roy had his hands entwined in his twin sister’s wavy brown hair. He’d almost got all of his cock down her throat. He had been merciless at training her over the last few days, and she had become quite willing to try anything he demanded. What a complete one-eighty to their relationship. He enjoyed looking down at her in her cheerleading outfit. He often demanded that she wear it when they had fun together.

“Mmmmppppphhhhhhh.” Annie held her chin up, trying to keep her neck straight so that she could finally get that last bit in. She knew his tumescent balls were only an inch or so from her quivering chin.

“Roy, darling?” Amanda’s voice carried through Annie’s bedroom door along with a soft knock. “There’s a friend here to see you.”

“I’m … busy … Mom.” Roy pulled on Annie’s head and sunk another half inch down her throat.

“I know.” Amanda sounded apologetic. “I know that your time with your sister is important to you. But … it’s David Riles at the door. I thought you’d want to talk with him.”

“What does he want?” Roy pulled himself out of his sister’s mouth with a great slurp and pulled up his trousers. He tucked his dick under his belt and let his shirt flaps hang over the front. He didn’t really care how it looked.

“How … was … that …?” Annie panted and looked up at Roy with expectation.

“Better.” Roy felt some frustration at being interrupted, but he couldn’t for the life of him think what David wanted. Curiosity got the better of him. “Stay here. I’ll be back in a few. You going to give me your ass today?”

“Yes, Roy.” Annie looked down at the floor. How had it come to this? “I’ll be here.”

“Good.” Roy walked out of the room and down to the front door. His tall friend waited for him leaning on the doorframe with an idiotic grin on his face. “What do you want?” Roy stopped a few feet away in the hall.

“I am David Riles,” David said.

“No shit, dummy.” Roy rolled his eyes.

“I have come to make us a …” David looked around the hall as he thought of the word. “… team again. You and I shall work together.”

“Why are you talking like that?” Roy squinted at David. Was he putting him on?

“Classes,” David said, enigmatically. He still grinned at Roy.

“Classes?”

“Classes.” David enjoyed the word. “Classes, classes, classes.”

“So … um … sure. We’re friends. See ya.” Roy moved to close the door.

“Friends.” David happily repeated the word and stepped into Roy’s front hall. “A team. Upstairs.”

“I’m busy.” Roy could hear his mom humming as she readied supper in the kitchen. “I’ll catch up with you at school.”

David leaned in close and whispered to Roy, “A team. You pass me the ball. Or sister?”

“What?” Roy was having a hard time following David. “You want to …?”

“Imagine Bobby Connors’ face when he learns you passed me the ball.” David’s smile impossibly brightened further. He strolled down to the kitchen doorway. “Hello, Amanda Ackerman.”

“Hello, again, David.” Amanda looked over at the tall, handsome eighteen-year-old. She paused chopping the onion. Something seemed different about him.

“David Riles.” David nodded to her.

“Okay, dummy, come on.” Roy thought it over. He liked the idea of loaning out his sister. Maybe he would tell her stupid boyfriend about it someday. He pushed David in the back toward the stairs.

The two friends burst into Annie’s room a minute later just as she’d finished composing herself after the interrupted blowjob.

“Roy?” Annie gave a start. “What’s he doing here?” But she didn’t have time to think. David walked over to her and lifted her into the air. All she could think was that his clothes were rather damp and he smelled … really good. “Put me … down …” She felt her panties slip to the side and then something as big as Roy entered her. “Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh.” She flung her arms around his broad shoulders and her legs around his hips. She hadn’t even noticed David dropping his pants. “He’s … got me … Roy. He’s got meeeeeeeeeee.” Annie looked over David’s shoulder at her stupid brother with glassy eyes. It had all happened so fast.

“Holy smokes.” Roy stared as his on-again, off-again, on-again friend took his sister like a machine. He could see Annie’s cute, little face bouncing above David’s shoulder. Her eyes rolled and she shrieked out an orgasm. It seemed David was almost as good at this as Roy was. He stood by the door and watched David hump her in midair for a while.

“Roy, darling.” Amanda’s voice came muffled through Annie’s door again. “I hope you’re not doing what I think you’re doing with your friend.”

Without looking at the door, Roy opened it so his mother could see.

The door creaked as it slowly swung open. Amanda could first hear the slap of skin on skin, manly grunts, and feminine yelps. Then she saw her daughter caught in the air on David’s thing like a ragdoll. “Lord in Heaven. What’s …” But before she could think or do anything, Roy grabbed her, turned her around, and tossed her dress over her backside. “Oh, Roy. You can’t do this.” But she let him enter her from behind as they both looked at the other mating couple in the room.

“What part can’t I do?” Roy reached around Amanda and grabbed handfuls of heavy breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra under her dress. That was good. He got into a rhythm behind her.

“All … ugh … of it.” Amanda had clearly failed as a mother. She had spoiled her son, and he had run rampant. She didn’t know how to contain him now.

“I can do whatever I … ah … ah … ah … want.” Roy wondered if he’d share his mother with his new teammate, too. Maybe. “But don’t worry, I don’t think he’ll knock her up.”

“Really?” Amanda could only see David’s muscular backside from her angle. So, she couldn’t see if he was wearing a condom. “Is … he … protected?” She watched the young man’s butt flex with each thrust deep into her daughter.

“Nah.” Roy picked up the pace. “But with the amount of cum I already dumped in Annie, she’s probably already having my baby. She can’t get knocked by two people at the same time.”

“Oooohhhhhhhh.” Amanda shuddered out her first orgasm of the afternoon.

A half-our later, both Ackerman women were on their hands and knees, naked now. They faced each other, both jerking forward with each thrust so that their heads almost collided every second or so. David hammered away at Annie from behind, his grip firm on her hips. Roy was behind his mother.

“I never really … was one … for team sports.” Roy smiled as he looked into his sister’s tortured face. She came again and squealed as David took her butt. “But I … now see why you like it.”

“David Riles,” David grinned happily at no one, his hips a blur. “Explosion … near.”

“Classes.” Roy shook his head and laughed over the sound of female ecstasy. “We’re going to get into so much trouble, Dave. So … much … trouble. Aaaaaahhhhhhhh.” With supreme satisfaction, he emptied himself inside his mother.

~~

Axcix monitored her new creation. It had been a hasty modification. The creature was still itself and it wasn’t. Well, no matter. It had served its purpose already. And now … well, she had changed enough variables that at the very least it would offer interesting new data.

This was always a precarious time in emergent systems. As the whole order moved to the edge and realigned. Threats had already developed and more would come. Axcix tried to plan as best she could, but it was no easy task. Entropy and creation were at war in the universe she had been born into. Her creators had designed her to tame the savage beast of chaos, and as she tinkered, she was mindful that one did not organize in the breadth of a gamma ray. It took time and determination.

What to do with the two that had escaped from her sentries? Axcix was loathe to uproot too many data sets at once. It was perhaps unexpected that they had found her. But, those two oddly-matched members of the dominant species couldn’t do much on their own. She wouldn’t worry. And if they strayed too far, they would probably find themselves cleaned by Axcix’s growing number of maintenance workers.

Order and chaos. It was a fine balance. Axcix was forced to play at the very edge. And given that constriction, the experiment was humming along as best as any creator could have hoped for.

 

Chapter 16

Ten women, all teachers, lined up in the science room. All stood naked in front of a table still decked out in Bunsen burners and beakers. The science class had been dismissed early. The students must have left in a hurry, eager to end the school day early before their teacher could change her mind. Some of the teachers trembled with nerves or anticipation. Some stood, with dilated pupils, breathing hard, addicts ready for their fix. All the teachers were married and showed hourglass figures to varying degrees. Some of the older ones looked years younger than they had a few weeks before. None of them were thinking about their husbands.

“This is the life, eh Davey?” Roy also stood naked and sweaty, overseeing his kingdom. His long, dark cock stood out straight before him.

“David Riles.” David stood naked, too. His stupid grin still on his face. He looked up and down the line of women.

“You’re damn right, David Riles.” Roy laughed, his belly shaking before him. He turned to look at Caroline Rogers, her hands clasped before her blond pussy. She looked quite calm and ready to Roy. He had ridden her hard over the past few weeks and tamed her completely. “Nice work, Mrs. Rogers. Just think, you’ve brought all these women to me. You seduced them every bit as much as me. Well, maybe not as much.” Roy chuckled again and looked down at his waiting cock. “I’m the one that bred them.”

“Yes, Roy.” Caroline looked down at the floor, her large breasts got in the way. She was immersed in a world she could not have believed or foreseen, but here she was. “Does your friend have to join?” She looked up at David. “You’re a good kid, David. You don’t want to do this. Do you?”

“I want.” David’s tall, muscular frame heaved as he panted.

“Oh.” Caroline looked at his penis. She would have thought Roy was a one in a million freak, but his friend’s gadget was just as big as his. She rubbed her growing belly. “Okay, then.” She dropped her blue eyes again. “Well, um …” The next question wanted to bubble out of her. She tried to contain it, but she blurted, “… do you want to take me first, David?” She turned away from the eighteen-year-old boys and put her hands on the table. The beaker in front of her contained some green liquid. It smelled acidic. She stuck her ass back at David and wiggled it, trying to entice him.

“You want, too?” David took a couple steps over to Caroline and bounced his dick on the globe of her right ass cheek. He watched the ripples.

“I do.” Caroline knew Roy and all the other women in the room were watching her closely. She shuddered as David touched her, and gasped when his bloated head parted her entrance. Once, that entrance had been a sacred place for tender love consecrated by her church and fortified by her vows. Now she freely gave it to the most powerful, lurid, and animalistic young men at school. “Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh. David, you’ve speared me with your …” She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood and let the little lightning bolts of pleasure travel through her. That was what she lived for now.

“Like … husband?” David firmly took control of her hips and slammed into her. He had to bend his knees quite a bit to keep at her level, even though he’d raised her hips as high as they’d go.

“Yes … I still like him.” Caroline knew this was a line of questioning quite popular with Roy, and wasn’t surprised that David was interested, too. She was a bit confused by his stunted speech, though. He was usually such a gifted speaker. Maybe it was lust. The new kind of sex she now had with Roy and David certainly clouded her brain. “I … love … my husband. I just … can’t resist … this.”

“No … I … like … husband.” David practically roared the words. Several of the women in the room flinched as they watched him take their friend.

Confused, with another orgasm on the way, Caroline looked back at the savage youth with questioning eyes. What did he want? “You’re better than him. Is that what you want to hear? You’re much better than my poor Bernard. I … ugh …” He hit a spot deep inside her. “I thought it was … ugh … good with him but …” She hunched her butt back at David and screamed out an orgasm.

“Good … good,” David panted.

“Nice.” Roy clapped his hands. “I like you better this way, Davey, you big dumb lug. We’re going to fuck all of them today, aren’t we?” He stuck his hands on his hips and surveyed the unclaimed nine teachers.

“All.” David nodded enthusiastically, looking down at the squirming teacher before him.

“Well, that’s settled then.” Roy kept his hands on his hips. “Mrs. Bennett? Mrs. Hendrickson and …” He pointed to a short, brunette teacher at the end. “… Mrs. Stapleton. Start me off with a blowjob. We got all afternoon.”

“But …” Fiona Bennett stepped forward. She was ready. She’d wasted most of her life without realizing what pleasure really was. Now, whenever Roy called on her, she dropped whatever she was doing and practically ran into his chubby arms. “How can three of us give you one blowjob, Mr. Ackerman?”

“Figure it out, you dumb broad.” Roy watched the three women drop to their knees and crawl across the linoleum floor toward him. He was so impressed with the way Fiona looked. Every day seemed to bring her more into her prime. “The rest of you can finger each other, or watch, or whatever. Just be ready. My friend is hungry.” To his right he heard David roar out his climax and then toss aside the nearly comatose Caroline Rodgers. Roy could see her eyelids fluttering as she slumped to the floor, like she was a Caddy with a busted piston.

“Done.” David moved to the next teacher in the row, Mrs. Brown, lifted her up in the air, and pinned her on his long cock. “More … more … more …”

“Oh, my … oh, my …” Pamela Brown was used to rough sex since Roy had got his grubby hands on her. But that aerial pounding was something else entirely.

“See. I told you he was hungry.” Roy looked down as the three women sorted themselves out on his dick. Fiona opened wide to suck in his head, looking up into Roy’s leering eyes. The other two women alternated between licking the shaft and slurping on his ripe balls. Neither of them would look up at him. It was quite a sight. “That’s good … unlike Davey, I like to get warmed up.”

Hours later, nine of Portsmith’s most upstanding citizens lay strewn around the science room. Each of them had cum on and inside them. Some had their pussies filled to capacity. Some leaked the teenagers’ stuff from their butts. All of them, were exhausted, satisfied, and a little jealous of the tenth, Edith Stapleton.

On his knees, Roy plowed Edith’s butt from behind. He knew it was the first time she’d ever let a man enter her there, because he’d asked her just before he put it in. He wondered how she liked it, but he couldn’t ask her because her mouth was full of David’s mammoth cock.

“Mmmmppph … mmmmmmmm … gggggpppphhhhhhhh,” Edith said as she shook her way through the second anal orgasm of her long life. Married thirty years, and nothing had prepared her for that moment. She was a plaything for two students and she wanted nothing else. Her hands pressed into David’s hips and she tried not to choke on the penis that pushed into her throat every time she absorbed a shock from the back.

“Take … prize.” David grasped her brown hair with both hands, watching her full lips strain into thin lines around him. He had a flicker of recognition for a brief second. This was his history teacher. A nice woman. He looked up and saw his friend, or was he an ex-friend, sodomizing the poor woman only a short distance away. “Roy?”

“Do it, Davey. Destroy her.” Roy cheered.

David wanted to say no, but his hips bucked, and he erupted in her mouth. He heard her trying desperately to gulp him down. The last thing David thought before his mind turned back to mush was that he needed to get away from Roy. He needed to get home.

“How’d you like my women, Davey?” A little while later, Roy stood out in the school hallway. He was sure they were the only ones left at school.

“David Riles.” David had that wide grin on his face again as he turned and wandered off down the hall.

“Share and share alike. Right?” Roy called after him. “I nailed your mom before. I’d love to do it again. And sample some of those dames she’s boarding.” He saw David’s head twitch when Roy said the thing about his mom, but otherwise, the dumb lug just kept on walking. “Okay, maybe tomorrow.” Roy turned and opened the door to the science room.

Ten disheveled women dressed slowly, looking around at themselves in bewilderment.

“Who wants to give me a ride home?” Roy said to the room.

Several hands shot up. Roy smiled. The eager ones were the women he’d broken in first. He wanted to drive one of their cars home while they gave him a blowjob. That sounded like the perfect thing after a long hard day. “Mrs. Bennett, get your shoes on. I’ve got a special treat for you.” Roy laughed as the woman raced across the classroom, hopping on one heel as she tried to put the other on.

What was left to conquer? As Roy drove home, the sounds of slurping filled Fiona’s old car. He let his mind wander. He really did want to take Linda Riles again. But more than anything, he wanted what he couldn’t have. Stupid Patrick and his stupid mom had both given Roy the cold shoulder. He’d show them. Portsmith was Roy’s town now, and it was time everyone learned their place.

~~

“Do you feel any different?” Donna held Patrick to her naked, sweaty breast. Her whole body buzzed from the hour she’d just spent with her legs spread for her boyfriend.

“I feel good.” Patrick sighed and nuzzled her nipple. He noticed that it wasn’t as pink as before. It seemed a darker shade than what he was used to.

“No, silly.” Donna ruffled his hair and looked at the hotel ceiling. “I mean, since we haven’t been drinking the water. Any changes?”

“I don’t think so. My mom still glazes over when I sweat around her. And I … um … so does my sister. I did it with her again.”

“Your oldest sister or the one visiting?” Donna tried to keep the excitement out of her voice.

“They’re both visiting, but it seems like Sally’s moved in. It was Sally.” Patrick reached for his glasses and put them on. He looked up at Donna. “She was all sweaty from working with mom in the garden. One minute I was reading a comic, the next I had her bent over the couch. Hopefully, Addy will leave on Monday. I don’t want to … you know … do all the women in my family.”

“I understand.” Donna imagined Patrick humping his older sister in their living room. She was sorry she’d missed it. “I perspired before returning to Mark last night. Even though he’s on a milk only diet, he glazed over as always.”

“Maybe it takes a while to get the stuff in the water out of our bodies?” Patrick looked at her hopefully.

“Or maybe, we need to stop the thing at the source.” Donna put on her glasses and sat up in bed, pulling her knees up to her chest. Her breasts spilled around her thighs.

“About that. I had an idea.” Patrick looked away from her, so her beauty wouldn’t distract him. “There’s that building on the far side of the lake. The one without windows.”

“It must be the pumping station.” Donna nodded. “But even if we shut it down, that thing will still be in the lake. And don’t forget the squirming bubbles.”

“I haven’t forgotten.” Patrick shivered. “I don’t want to shut it down. I want to use it. The thing must use electricity to pump all that water. Lots of electricity. So …”

“So?” Donna thought about the time Mark had electrocuted that shapeshifter with a 240-volt line. “So, maybe there’s enough juice to sizzle whatever’s in the lake.”

“Exactly.”

“We’ll need help.” Donna didn’t like any of their options for help.

“David was acting really strange. I could ask him again, but …”

“Maybe it was just shock from what happened with that poor woman, but I agree. Not our best option, but we should try. We’ll need to be careful with him. I’ll go with you to ask tomorrow.” Donna pushed Patrick onto his back. “But first …”

“How can you want more at a time like this?” Patrick smiled up at her as she mounted him.

“This isn’t my first rodeo, cowboy.” She slid him in. “Danger is my middle name.” Her hips rocked back and forth slowly. She built up to speed. “Plus, you seem eager and ready, too.”

“I can’t believe we’re going to save the world with my stuff inside you.” Patrick laughed at the beauty and absurdity of the moment.

“Me … neither … ugh …” Donna leaned her head back and let out a long groan as she orgasmed on top of her young boyfriend.

~~

“Wow, Nanna, you look great.” Roy stood in the entrance to the kitchen, looking in at the four women seated around the kitchen table. Dark, fresh sweat stains marked the pits of his shirt as he put his hands about head level on the door frame. It was true, his grandmother looked like she did in those old fuzzy pictures from the 20s. Except, maybe, she filled out her dress more now. Her hair was dark again, and her face was pretty and composed. Aunt Peg sat next to her with a dreamy look on her face. The smell of sweat was already hitting her. Their resemblance to Roy’s father was uncanny. He wondered how anything so alluring could share traits his father.

“Hello, Roy.” Maybelle looked at her grandson, and then looked around the room. “Um, Amanda, are you using some sort of new cleaner? If you are, you must tell me the name. It smells rich, and full, and makes me …”

Amanda exchanged a look with her daughter as they sat next to each other. “Maybe you should run along to your room, Annie darling.” Amanda didn’t want her to witness what she knew was coming.

“Nah, Annie, I want you to stay.” Roy unbuttoned his shirt and slid it over his head. His pudgy belly wobbled into view.

“Good Lord, stop that Roy.” Maybelle turned to her daughter-in-law. “Amanda, control your son he’s … um … not behaving.” But her voice carried little conviction.

“I haven’t been able to control him for a good long while.” Amanda reached out and gripped her daughter’s hand and squeezed tight. Was she looking forward to seeing her husband’s mother and sister fall under Roy’s spell? Maybe she was.

There were some cries of disbelief in the kitchen when Roy dropped his pants and his penis swung out stiff and proud. Whatever Maybelle and Peg had thought an invitation from Amanda had meant, this wasn’t it. It would have been just as likely if Roy had turned into a cosmonaut, as it was seeing that horrific, massive penis in the bright, clean kitchen swaying before them.

“I have to … go.” But Peg didn’t move from her chair. Instead, her dark eyes fixed themselves on her nephew’s gadget like a steel ingot to a magnet. “Bob is expecting dinner and I should really go,” she mumbled. The smell in the kitchen, which Peg suddenly doubted was a new cleaner, opened up every pore of her being. She felt so receptive and passive. She leaned forward across the table to get a better look at the crisscrossing veins standing in stark relief to the smooth skin on Roy’s thing. She would have never guessed that the snotty little teenager would be so well outfitted. Heck, she wouldn’t have guessed that any man would come packaged so, given her experience with her husband.

“So, Nanna, and Peg, what do you think?” Roy wiggled his hips and bounced his dick around. His fat, heavy balls flopped between his legs. A malevolent smile played on his lips as he looked at their shocked, hungry faces.

“I never.” Maybelle seemed to gather herself a little. “In all my years, I have never seen such impudence. Put that thing away this instant and – mmmmmmppppphhhhh.” She was cut off as Roy stepped up to her and forced the knobby head past her lips.

“That ought to stop your yammering.” Roy put his hand on the back of her head to keep her from spitting him out. She struggled for a few seconds, still trying to talk around the wide invader. But he could feel her tongue swirling around him soon enough. And after a minute, she experimented with moving her head to lurch maybe an inch of his dick in and out of her wet mouth. “So, Aunt Peg, you didn’t say what you thought.”

Peg’s mouth hung open in shock, about as wide as her mother’s. “Am I … dreaming?”

“No, jeez.” Roy shook his head. “Just tell me you like my dick.”

“It’s terrifying.” Peg couldn’t bring herself to look away. It seemed that her mother was now trying to bring him pleasure. She watched in horror as Maybelle’s hands reached up and tenderly cupped those giant testicles. Even in a dream, Peg should be running. But she sat glued to the chair. She realized her vagina was leaking profusely.

“Nah, you just have to get to know it better.” Roy hated to pull out of his nanna’s mouth, especially now that she was so eagerly squeezing his balls with a soft, rhythmic motion. But he could tell that Aunt Peg wouldn’t wait around forever. He let go of Maybelle’s head, pulled out of her mouth, and slapped her cheek playfully with his heavy dick. He then turned to his aunt, stepped over to her chair, and slid his dick right into her mouth. Her mouth was still so wide from shock that he didn’t even have to tell her to open up.

“What’s … happening …?” Maybelle looked over at Amanda and Annie. She could see no surprise on their faces. Just the most odd mixture of revulsion and longing. “I don’t … understand.”

“Look.” Amanda pointed to Peg.

All eyes turned to the gagging woman struggling at the kitchen table. Peg’s eyes bulged and her nostrils flared as she sucked in oxygen through her nose. Her hands flailed in the air like she didn’t know where to put them. Roy, grunting, forced more and more of his cock into her mouth. He was now more than halfway.

“Shit … I’m going to own … all of Dad’s women.” Roy held her firmly by her brown hair.

At those words, Maybelle stood and made for the door.

“Mom, Annie, ah … don’t let her leave.” Roy wasn’t going to give up on Peg so soon, but he couldn’t have his nanna running either.

Without a word Amanda and Annie sprung up and intercepted Maybelle before she could get to the door. The old woman didn’t struggle much as they held her in place. They turned and looked back at Roy and Peg to find that Roy looked just about ready to burst. His face was red and his brow furrowed. He moved his hips so that most of his long penis slid in and out of poor Aunt Peg’s stretched mouth.

“Mine … mine … all … mine.” Roy’s shoulders gave a violent quake and then he erupted.

“GGggggppppphhhhhh.” Peg’s eyes bulged even further and rolled back in her head. She kicked her heels at the kitchen floor. All the fight left her completely as she got her first hit of the pure ecstasy that Roy’s sperm brought.

“That’s … good …” Roy pulled out of her and watched the flood cascade past her lips, down her chin, and land on the bosom of her dress. “More.” Roy pulled the woman out her seat, roughly turned her around, and bent her over the table. Much to his delight, she reached back of her own accord and lifted her dress up over her pale butt. She then dropped her panties about halfway down her thighs. “She wants it.” Roy looked back at the other three women clutching each other near the door. “Aunt Peg wants it, Mom.” He smacked her exposed ass and laughed at her squeak of surprise. “Tell me you want it, Aunt Peg.”

“I … I …” Peg’s mind was in a fog. She still hadn’t come down from the high of Roy’s semen.

“Don’t …” Maybelle could see that her daughter had already given in. How could she? She watched in awe as the young delinquent thrust into Peg from behind and the room was filled with a pitched keening. Peg took his great length inside her. The room resounded with Roy’s grunting, the slap of his skin on his aunt’s, and Peg’s mindless wailing.

“Oh, my … oooooohhhhhhhhhh, my.” Peg’s nails dug into the tabletop. It was clear that she was quite enthusiastic about this new experience.

Happy with her taming, Roy suddenly withdrew from Peg. He left her gasping on the table and sat down in the one of the kitchen chairs, turning it toward the other three women. His cock glistened under the room’s electric light. He knew his father would be home soon, but he didn’t care. He could see the sweat on the back of Aunt Peg’s neck. And Nanna was about to start perspiring big time. Roy had it all under control.

“What are you going to do?” Maybelle sounded faint. Her son would be home soon. Hopefully, very soon to put a stop to all this. Nathaniel would really have to knock some sense into Roy. The young man was completely out of control.

“Hey, Mom?” Roy winked at his mother.

“Yes, Roy.” Amanda tried to hide her excited smile. She didn’t want to seem like she was enjoying any of this.

“Can you please have Nanna sit down on my lap? It’s time.”

“Do you want her facing you, or …?” Amanda raised her eyebrow as if this was a normal question between mother and son, and she was only mildly curious.

“What do you think?” Roy watched Maybelle closely. She wasn’t trying to get away from Amanda and Annie, but she didn’t look thrilled about her prospects either. That would change quickly. He heard Peg moan, still bent over the table and he leaned back and slapped her ass again.

“Don’t make me chose, darling.” Amanda took her mother-in-law by the shoulders and led her to Roy. Along the way, Annie pulled off her grandmother’s dress. Maybelle stood there in her sensible bra and underwear. Everyone could see Maybelle’s breasts overflowing the bra that was clearly too small for her. “This must be uncomfortable.” Amanda unclasped the bra and let it fall. Maybelle offered no resistance. There was a collective gasp shared between Annie, Amanda, and Roy. Maybelle’s breasts hung, but at the same time stood out proudly. She did not look her age at all. Her panties fell to the floor next.

“I made up my mind.” Roy smirked. “I want her facing me. I want to see those tits bounce.”

“You can’t.” Maybelle turned her face toward Amanda, but was met with an indifferent smile.

“I must.” Amanda’s hands ran down Maybelle’s curves and settled on the woman’s hips. She guided her onto Roy’s lap, took his cock in her hand, and slipped it into the matriarch.

“Eeeeiiiiiiii.” Maybelle gave a shrill scream. Whatever she had expected, it hadn’t been that the wide thing would enter so easily. She hadn’t had sex with her husband in years, but somehow, she found her entrance had become quite pliable. “Aaaaggghhhhh.” With a grunt, her body took over. Maybelle’s hips shook wildly at first, and then they rocked back and forth. Those great big balls rubbed at her butt. She had seen how much he had stored in there when he’d unloaded in poor Peg’s mouth. Surely, he must have spent all his seed. But those sacks still felt supple and full. Suddenly, Maybelle didn’t want her son to come home at all.

“All right, Nanna.” Roy laughed and grabbed a fistful of heavy boob in each hand. He pulled and pushed on her boobs to encourage her to move with more vigor. She complied. “You want it, too. You all want it.” Roy held his head to the side to see around his grandma. His mother and sister looked on with wide eyes. He looked over to Aunt Peg, who was still clutching the table. Peg had her head turned toward them and her dazed eyes gazed at them. Her lipstick was smeared and drool trickled out of the corner of her mouth onto the tabletop. Roy laughed again.

Outside, Nathaniel pulled into the driveway. He parked next to his sister’s car. How nice, he wasn’t expecting a visit. She probably brought along his mom, too. They lived just on the other side of town, but he saw them so infrequently. He hummed as he walked to the front door. He opened it and heard the most odd sounds, like someone was torturing a ferret. And then, his mind clouded over. “Not again,” Nathaniel murmured.

Inside the kitchen, Roy had coaxed his grandmother into bouncing on his lap. “Check on the … ugh … door, Mom. I think Dad’s home and didn’t … close it.”

Amanda nodded and hurried into the hall. She closed the door and pushed her dazed husband down the hall until they were both in the doorway. “What should I do with your father?” Amanda knew her son very well by now. She didn’t even really need to ask the question. Roy would want him present.

“The old man’s off his rocker again?” Roy looked around the heavy tits flopping in front of his face and saw his stupid dad standing there with a blank look. “Put him in the corner. I want him here when I take all his women.”

“You’re going to put it in … all of us?” Annie didn’t want to sound too eager, but she’d thought he would be too busy with their aunt and grandma to give her some, too.

“Would you like that?” Roy looked over at her avid, pretty face.

“Yes, Roy.” Annie nodded.

“Where?”

“My butt, please.” Annie said the words without even thinking them.

“What about Bobby … ah … Connors?” Roy was just about ready to unload in Maybelle.

“Who?” Annie hadn’t really forgotten about her boyfriend, but she knew what Roy wanted to hear.

“Oh, yeah. It’s all me. Take it … Nanna.” Roy let go and exploded inside his grandmother’s pussy. He could feel her clutching him, pressing all that boob-flesh into his face, practically smothering him.

Maybelle had been listening to all of it. Her poor son was there, but somehow unable to see them. Roy, it seemed, had worked his way through all of them. She had always known he was a dark seed. But nothing could have prepared her for this. Or, for the pleasure that took hold when his hot stuff hit her in waves deep inside. Sex with Roy had been a revelation, but taking his essence was something she would trade anything for. She now understood the hungry expressions on her daughter-in-law’s and granddaughter’s faces. She screamed out this new feeling and gave herself over to Roy completely.

They went at it all evening. None of the women ate any supper that night, but they did all gorge on Roy’s seed. Eventually, just after eleven, Roy finally ran out of steam. He stumbled to his feet after letting out his final load in Peg, who was still trembling on all fours on the linoleum. “Let’s make this a … regular thing,” Roy said, as he lurched toward the door. He stopped to pat his deaf and dumb father on the shoulder. “Thanks for letting me have your women, pops.” Roy chuckled to himself and left the others to clean up his mess. As he headed to bed, he wondered how many times he’d cum that day. Was it eight? Nine? Where did it all come from? He didn’t much care. Even as he crashed onto his mattress, he was already looking forward to what the next day would bring.

~~

The sun blazed into Patrick’s room when he woke with a hand running down his skinny back. He rolled over and looked up. “Mom?” Without his glasses, she was a blur. But he could still make out her high cheekbones and dainty nose, just barely.

“Rise and shine, sleepy head. I thought that I …” Susy paused. “Well, I was going to make an excuse for taking care of your precious big thing this morning. But, I suppose, I don’t need one. Do I?”

“Mom, you don’t have to. I think I found a way to stop all this. There’s a pump station at the –”

“Shh.” Susy put her finger to his lips. “I don’t need to hear about your games right now. This isn’t a chore like washing your dishes, Pat. I like helping in this way.” She pulled down the blanket, and smiled at the stiff rod that stood so proudly for her. But before reaching for his manhood, she fetched his glasses from the nightstand and lovingly settled them on his face. “There now, I know you wouldn’t want to miss this.” Susy slipped out of her dress. She was naked underneath. Her smile broadened when she took in Patrick’s happy expression.

“You’re so pretty, Mom.” Patrick tried not to stare at the teardrops of her boobs, but he figured she wanted him to see, so it was okay to stare a little. He looked her up and down, enjoying the way the sun played off her olive skin and the dark triangle between her legs.

“Thank you, young man.” She bent over, her boobs hanging straight down under her, and took hold of the warm penis in front of her. It looked pink, hearty, and ready for the day ahead. “What do you want me to do with this?”

“Where’s Dad?”

“He’s golfing.” Susy glanced at his face and read the next question there. “And your sisters are off on a long walk. We have the house to ourselves.”

“I should really get going. I have to save the world today.” Patrick made an attempt to rise but his mother leaned over and met his lips with hers, softly pushing his head back to the pillow with a kiss. Soon enough, they were eagerly kissing while she bounced her pussy on his cock.

“Oh, Pat. Oh … sugar. You reach so far,” Susy said between kisses. “You’re … touching my soul … with the tip … of your thing.”

“Mom … mmmmppphhh.” And the rest was lost to kisses, their tongues intertwining. He knew he’d been right. There really was no time to waste. He needed to save the world. But that could wait an extra hour or two. The thing in the lake wasn’t going anywhere.

A half-hour later, Patrick held his mother’s hips from behind as he plowed her like a dog. He banged into her soft ass with aplomb, watching the ripples spread out from each impact. It was so easy to lose himself in her. So easy to fall into the trap of love and ecstasy and not even care to find his way out. A shriek at the door brought his mind into somewhat clearer focus. He looked to see both his sisters standing there. His hips stopped with his dick all the way inside his mother.

“Mom … Pat … What are you doing?” Adeline didn’t know what else to say. The act that her brother and mother were committing was so outside Adeline’s worldview that her brain rebelled when she tried to comprehend it. Of course, she knew they weren’t dancing or playing bingo. But she couldn’t make the act concrete in her mind. When she asked what they were doing, she really wanted to know. Because her eyes couldn’t accept what they were seeing.

“They love each other, Addy,” Sally said tenderly. She smelled that familiar scent and suspected that her repressed sister was feeling the same tingling that she was.

“You shouldn’t … ah … see this …” To Susy’s horror, her son moved again behind her, and she pushed back at him. “Leave … you two. Right … now.” Susy’s left eye blinked uncontrollably as Patrick found the perfect spot inside her. Her face screwed up with pleasure.

“It’s time we behaved more like a family.” Sally pushed her sister into Patrick’s room. “No more hiding. No more pretending we can’t hear what’s going on in the next room.” She put her hand on the door.

“Sally?” Adeline and Susy said at the same time. Although Adeline’s was a high squeak, and Susy’s was more a grunt of a question.

“No, Sally. Leave Addy out of this.” Even as he said the words, Patrick’s hips kept a steady rhythm and his fingers tightened on his mother’s hips. “I have to go.”

“That’s not what it looks like to me.” Sally swung the door shut. The sound of it echoed throughout the house. More percussions echoed soon after.

 

Chapter 17

The scent of something basic and primeval filled Patrick’s room. It mingled with what Adeline guessed was the smell of sex. Up until that moment, she’d been a good girl. She’d gone to college to find a husband like most modern women. But she hadn’t let any of those handsy university boys get past first base. As she looked at Patrick’s massive gadget plumbing the depths of their mother, she thought maybe she shouldn’t have been so coy with boys. Did all men have such magnificent looking penises? Patrick’s dick was so long, hard, and strong. Adeline’s knees trembled as she watched her brother hump their mom. “Can I …? Can I …?” Adeline squeaked. She didn’t even know what she was asking for. As her nostrils flared, she realized she wanted all of it.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Sally watched her small, skinny brother pulverize their well-proportioned mom with his gift from God. She’d heard them go at it so many times, and imagined what it looked like. Her imagination hadn’t done the union justice.

“What?” Adeline slowly turned her eyes away from the savage show and looked at her prim and proper sister. For the first time in her life she felt something stir between her legs while gazing at another woman. Maybe it was just that she was carried away from watching the indecency taking place on Patrick’s bed. Or maybe, it was something else. Sally was very pretty. With her red hair and freckles, she looked almost exotic compared to the brown hair and olive skin of the rest of the Lannits. Without thinking, Adeline leaned over, her eyelids fluttering. The feeling was similar to her experiences in backseats at drive-ins with boys. But this was her sister. And Adeline didn’t have the foggiest notion why she so needed a kiss.

Did her younger sister want to kiss her? Sally sucked in her breath. She looked at the pretty woman leaning toward her, with what was unmistakably a kiss-me-face. Why not? How was it any different than all the kissing her and Patrick had been doing lately? Sally stepped in close and snaked her arms around Adeline’s shoulders. Their lips met and electric sparks shot between them. Sally felt her sister’s hands on the small of her back. It was pure magic. Their tongues entwined, and soon the muted sounds of their make-out session joined the slapping, grunting sounds of sex that filled the room.

“Mom, look.” Patrick watched his sisters as he stretched out his mother from behind. Susy had her face buried in Patrick’s pillow. He saw her curly brown hair wiggle as she shook her head. Even after all that happened, Patrick felt awkward taking complete control of Susy. But he really wanted her to see what was happening. “Look at them.” He reached for her hair and took a fistful from behind. He lifted her head, tightened his grip, and turned her face toward the young women who were now feeling up each other’s boobs from outside their dresses and rubbing up against each other.

“Oh … no … oh … no …” Susy chanted through clenched teeth. She had been a fool to think the genie could go back in the bottle after what had happened at church. She had given her body to her son to take him away from an older woman. Then, she’d thrown herself into lust to spare her daughter. But all she’d accomplished was her own depravity. She knew Patrick would take whatever he wanted now. He was a good boy. He usually made sound decisions. At least, he did for a boy only eighteen-years-old. But she couldn’t rely on him thinking with his upstairs head anymore. No, he was now guided by the head that kept banging at the entrance to her womb. “Stop … stop …” Susy croaked at her daughters. But either they didn’t hear her or they didn’t care. “Leave … leave … leeeeaaaaaaavvvveeeeeee.” Her body seized up as Patrick slammed up against her butt and another orgasm washed over her. She was lost. They were all lost in a sea of animal instincts. She heard Patrick grunt out his own climax and another orgasm hit her right on top of the first. By the time her mind was lucid enough for thought, she was lying by herself on the bed, sperm leaking from her pussy onto the sheets.

“Oh, wow, you two look so good doing that.” Patrick said.

“Pat?” Susy lifted her head and gazed at the middle of the room. Patrick stood naked, his long penis extending out in front of him. His sisters kneeled before him. Sally had his right testicle in her mouth, and she slurped on it loudly. Adeline giggled and tentatively stuck out her tongue to lick up the bodily fluids left there by mother and son. Susy was too awash in the after-buzz of sex to reprimand the lot of them. Instead, she rested her head on her arm and watched the Lannit family unravel.

“How does it taste?” Patrick admired the way his sisters worked him. They couldn’t be more different. Sally was confident and showed her experience. Adeline looked dreamy and unsure of herself.

Adeline sucked a large dollop of cum into her mouth and her eyes rolled in her head. She leaned back. “So … ggggoooooooooooodddddddddd.” Her whole body quaked for a moment. “Like … salt … and heaven.” Her eyes blinked several times and she looked up at Patrick. “What happened?”

“You haven’t ever had an orgasm before?” The surprise showed on Patrick’s face.

Adeline shook her head and focused back on the large, spongy head of her brother’s cock with avarice.

“Well, get used to it, I guess.” Patrick guided his dick into her mouth and let the sisters work him for a while.

Forty-five minutes later, Sally lay hip to hip with her mother on Patrick’s bed, an enraptured expression on her face. She lazily watched her younger sister and brother hump. Her mother lay on her stomach, and Sally lay partially on her back, her boobs hanging toward the edge of the bed.

“Is this … uh … uh … uh … what sex is … always like?” Adeline had an expression of deep reverence on her face as she locked eyes with Patrick. They faced each other, standing up. She leaned her shoulders back against the wall and thrust her hips out at him. Her naked tits jigged on her chest with each impact.

“Until … ugh … a little while ago. I didn’t know about it either.” Patrick had his arms around her hips, gripping her round butt tightly, hunching himself into her repeatedly.

“Should we tell them this isn’t what sex is always like?” Sally reached over and ran her finger tips over the beguiling curve of her mom’s ass. A brief image of her loving husband flashed in her mind, but then she sent it away.

“I never …” Susy’s gaze fixed on the mating pair. It was true, this was a new kind of sex that Patrick had invented. Nothing like the other men in Susy’s life. The power of the moment had broken Susy down to the point that she didn’t even protest when Adeline pleaded with Patrick to put it all inside her.

Shortly after, Patrick obliged.

~~

Listening to David work his way through their houseguests upstairs, Linda stood in the kitchen wringing a dishtowel in her hand. Something was wrong with her son. Her normally eloquent and thoughtful young man couldn’t string two sentences together. And all of the gentleness he normally brought to their lovemaking had evaporated.

The last few days he’d been acting so odd. When he’d come home earlier, he’d smelled heavily of sex. But that hadn’t prevented him from pushing her down and nailing her with his giant cock to the front hallway floor. And he’d never even bothered to close the front door. It was a wonder the neighbors hadn’t spotted them rutting like that. Without arriving at his own orgasm, he suddenly discarded her and raced upstairs. It was all so strange. Even stranger than what Linda had become accustomed to.

One of the women upstairs started to scream. Linda thought it sounded like pleasure. Maybe she should check on them. But she didn’t want to confront this strange new version of her son.

A knock on the door brought Linda out of her trance. She put down the dish towel and went to answer the door. It wasn’t until her hand was on the knob that she realized she couldn’t open the door while the frenzy carried on upstairs.

“Mrs. Riles? You in there? It’s Roy.” Roy shouted through the door and pounded at it again.

Linda stood nervously behind the door. The smell of sex wafted down from upstairs and her vagina gushed despite the situation. She couldn’t help it. She put a hand on her bulging belly and tried to think what to do. She hated that fat teenager, Roy. He’d taken advantage of her. She wasn’t about to let him into her house.

“Notice anything different about your son?” Roy’s muffled voice reverberated in the front hall. “I know how to get old Davey back to normal.”

“Really?” Linda brushed a wayward strand of blond hair out of her face. Her hand turned the knob and the front door swung open. There stood the short, fat, and ugly Roy Ackerman. A sheen of sweat on his forehead shone in the afternoon light. His smile curved upward with what seemed to Linda to be ungodly malice. She didn’t bother with pleasantries she might have extended to any other guest. “What about David?”

“Well, hello, Mrs. Riles.” Roy stepped in through the doorway, pushing Linda aside. “Very nice to see you, too.” He gazed down at the round belly stretching the material of her dress. “Looks like you’re preggers, just like my mom.” He rubbed his chin as he stared at her bulge. “Come to think of it, your babies might have the same father.” He glanced at her questioning blue eyes. “Me. Dummy.” Roy sniggered. “Anyway …” Roy spun her around and had her face a family portrait on the wall. He could tell she was already under his perspiration’s thrall. The sound of hot and heavy sex filtered down from the floor above. “… it was probably either me or Davey, right? The old man not giving it to you like he used to?” He ran his hands down over her slowly, lingering on the tantalizing curve at the small of her back. He could feel her trembling.

“My husband is a good man.” Air blowing in from the open door tickled her exposed butt as Roy lifted her dress. She hadn’t put panties back on since David had taken her earlier. She tried to focus, to get what she needed from this horrible boy. “What’s wrong with David?”

Roy laughed. “How should I know? I lied about all that stuff. I just wanted to have another go with you.” Roy’s mean dick flopped out when he lowered his pants. It was ready. He was going to make every woman in Portsmith bow before his cock. Even his stupid friend’s mom. He rubbed his dark, knobby head at her opening from behind. Of course, she was wet and ready.

“No, you can’t … aaaaahhhhhhhhh.” Despite herself, Linda pushed her hips back against him, urging the invading member inside her. Where was her willpower? She hated the man entering her, but welcomed him all the same. “That should only be for … Bill … and David … oooohhhhhh.” In front of her, the family portrait began to bounce on the wall as she took his thrusts. She stared at the posing family before her. The picture was only from a few years ago, but she barely recognized herself. The happy, naïve smile on her photographed face while she pressed up next to Bill stood in stark contrast to the twisted expression that tortured her face now.

“Damn … you’re hot for me … aren’t you?” Roy slapped her ass hard. He looked out the open front door as a car drove by. He didn’t know if anyone had seen them. He didn’t care. He pumped his hips faster. It was clear that no one could resist him. The men would go limp before him, and the women would spread their legs. All hail Roy, King of Portsmith. “You like that?” He smacked her again and enjoyed her shriek in response.

“No … only for … David.” Linda’s fingertips dug into the paint on her wall.

“You know … you’re telling me … that you’re saving your pussy … for your son … right?” Roy laughed again. “You’re a sick … bitch … Mrs. Riles.”

“Oh … God.” Linda shook uncontrollably. People weren’t supposed to talk to her like that.

“You and … Mrs. Susy Lannit … are friends … right?” Roy watched another car pass down the street. Eventually they’d be discovered. He relished the thought. Everyone should know his power and tremble before him.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh … nnnooooooooooo …” At the mention of her self-possessed friend, Linda orgasmed on that unforgiving cock. Would this fat teenager destroy Susy’s vagina, too? She thought it likely. The whole world had turned upside down, and it seemed only the basest instincts controlled their lives.

“Tell me … the baby … is mine.” Roy didn’t slow down as the housewife suffered through her obvious climax. He was intent now on only two things; her complete fall, and his own pleasure.

“It’s not.” Linda hissed through clenched teeth. No matter how much she hated the teenager behind her, she couldn’t stop pushing back at him. He had her gripped by the hips. But really, he had her soul in a vice, squeezing her frenzied pleasure centers. “It’s … ugh … David’s.”

“Doubtful.” Roy humped her for a while, listening to the screaming going on upstairs. That dimwit was really giving it to somebody.

“Linda?” A woman’s voice came in through the open door. “Oh … good … gracious … no.”

It wasn’t easy to feel anything but ecstasy at the moment, but a dull sense of horror did make some headway in Linda’s brain. She had forgotten about the open door, but now that she turned her head and looked out, she could see her neighbor, Mrs. Gilbert standing on the sidewalk, looking right at her humiliation with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. “Don’t … look … ugh … Liz,” Linda pleaded. But even now, she couldn’t pull away from the hideous deed she performed in the hallway. Even as reality pushed its ugly nose into what should have been a private disgrace.

Lizzie Gilbert turned and ran down the street, her heels clicking off into the distance.

“What … have you done?” Linda, totally defeated, turned and looked at her poor family, immortalized in innocence by the picture on the wall. “The whole town … will know.”

“You’re nothing … but a common harlot now.” Roy was ready to mark her insides with his stuff again. He couldn’t knock her up anymore, but he wanted her to know she was his territory. “Everyone will know … you’re mine.”

“Nooooooo.” But even as she said it, her body told her it was true. Whatever Roy had done to David, had left Linda vulnerable. And Roy had used the opportunity to take a vile foray into her most private places. “Just do it. Just … put it all inside … me.” Linda cried out for the whole neighborhood to hear. That molten elixir bathed her insides in pure pleasure. When she came to a few minutes later, she was on the floor. She watched Roy’s white butt ascend her stairs to wreak more havoc upstairs. With a trembling hand, she finally closed the front door. She then stood and slowly followed Roy to the second floor.

~~

Everything was in order for a visit to her boyfriend. Donna checked her reflection in the sidelight by Patrick’s front door. Her lipstick was perfect, and her hair neatly tucked back in a ponytail. She adjusted her glasses and smoothed out her swing dress, tugging it into place a little where it resisted her new, bulging body. She looked smart. A woman ready to collect her partner and take the fight to whatever hid in the lake. Her knock went unanswered. Donna knocked again, but nothing.

It had been a rocky start to her relationship with Susy Lannit, but things seemed well in hand now. When you share sex and secrets, that can change even the bitterest rivals into bosom buddies. She didn’t think Susy would mind if she let herself in. Donna tried the door. It was unlocked. She quietly let herself in and closed the door behind her. Inside, all she heard was the faint ticking of a mantle clock.

Exploring the first floor, Donna found nothing stirring. She supposed Patrick’s father would disapprove of the mess around the house when he returned home from work. She hadn’t known the Lannit house to be in such a state of disorder in the past. “Hello?” No one responded. Something tingled down her spine. Had something happened here? Donna stopped, bent down, and carefully removed her heels. Best to tread lightly into the unknown.

With apprehension growing, Donna made her way to the second floor. She found the master bedroom well-made. She checked in on Sally’s bedroom, and it was neat as well. Adeline’s bedroom had a suitcase on the bed. Finally, with bated breath, Donna opened the door to Patrick’s bedroom. She let out a sigh of shock and relief. There on the bed, piled together in their nakedness, were Patrick, Susy, Adeline, and Sally. They napped heavily, clearly exhausted from their afternoon’s activities. Donna tilted her head and nibbled on her bottom lip. Of course, Susy and Sally were not news to Donna. But Adeline was. And having all the Lannits together at once was certainly a surprise. She doubted very much that Patrick had planned this. It wasn’t his style. And besides, he would have told her in advance. She didn’t think he kept any secrets from his girlfriend.

“Ahem,” Donna cleared her throat, standing in the center of the room. The scent of something ancient and implacable filled her nostrils. She knew it was the leftover aroma of sweat and cum on their bodies. A tingling sensation spread between her legs. That wouldn’t do. “Ahem, ahem.” Donna tried to gently rouse the sleeping trio with her soft coughs as she moved across the room and opened Patrick’s window. Fresh air rushed into the room and out the open door. Donna breathed deeply. Her mind cleared. That was better.

“Donna?” Patrick lifted his head off Adeline’s boob and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “It just happened. I didn’t mean to.”

“Oh, heavens.” Susy’s eyes opened and she shot out of bed, her naked body bouncing every which way. “What have we done?” Susy threw a blanket over herself. “Girls. Wake up.” Her daughters were grown women, but she dragged them out of bed like oversleeping teenagers. “You need to get showered and dressed. It’s late. Oh my.” She hustled them to the door, trying not to look at all their jiggling lady-parts. “Your father will be home soon.”

“Hello, Mrs. Farmer.” Sally caught Donna’s eye, and then smiled over at Patrick like a cat that had caught the canary. “Goodbye, Mrs. Farmer,” she said as her mother pushed her out the door.

Adeline kept her eyes to the floor and didn’t say a word as she disappeared into the hall.

Donna and Patrick were now alone. She looked down at his long, soft cock as it rested on his thigh. It was clear that the thing retained great power, even in repose.

“So … um … I was with my mom.” Patrick searched Donna’s emerald eyes to see if there was any anger there. He wasn’t sure if he should have had sex with his whole family or not. “You know, I was doing it with my mom. And Sally came in with Adeline. And –”

“Shh.” Donna sat at the edge of the bed and tried to straighten Patrick’s wild hair. “It’s not you, it’s the thing in the lake. Remember? And even so, I …” A slow smile spread on her pretty, freckled face. “I think you deserve to be happy. And so do the women in your life. Right?”

“Right.” Patrick nodded.

“Anyway, it’s time to rid ourselves of the horror in the lake. You still up for our plan?” Donna kissed his cheek. “My brave boyfriend.”

“Yeah.” Patrick nodded with more vigor. “Let’s go see if David will help us. Then … send that thing back where it came from.”

“Well, I don’t know about sending it to space. I’ll settle for killing it.” Donna stood and dragged Patrick from his bed. “Come on and get dressed. We’ve got work to do.”

~~

Whistling as he walked away from the Riles’ house, Roy adjusted his dick from one trouser leg to the other. He hadn’t decided if it was better or worse to go without briefs. On the one hand, his package wasn’t crushed in confinement. On the other, it tended to bounce about and move to uncomfortable positions. It was probably worse without, but he was still experimenting.

A car approached. Roy spotted Patrick in the passenger seat with that stupid investigator woman driving. Roy jumped into some bushes before they spotted him and watched them pull up to David’s house. He chuckled. This should be interesting. The new Cro-Magnon David wasn’t going to be so helpful or friendly to Patrick and his stupid games.

Roy watched them exit the car and walk up to the house. He focused mostly on the broad. She seemed to be busting out of a dress that barely contained her. Had Patrick, the sly dog, knocked her up? Roy could see the faint swell of her belly. Well, if so, too bad Roy wouldn’t get the chance. But as Roy watched her, he thought maybe he ought to move her up on the list of conquests. She was pretty, and regal, and he wanted nothing more than to turn her into an animal and take her away from the bespectacled dummy next to her.

The door opened, but Roy couldn’t see into the house from his angle. So, he continued to focus on the investigator’s ass. After a while, the pair of them talked animatedly with someone inside. Then, hanging their heads, they walked back to the car and drove away.

When they were long gone, Roy marched back to David’s house. He opened the door and let himself right in.

“What are you doing here?” Linda trembled with nervous energy at the sight of that horrible boy. She stood in the kitchen, preparing dinner. David sat at the kitchen table, with a big glass of milk before him.

“What did they want, Davey?” Roy pulled up a chair and sat down, ignoring Linda.

“David Riles!” David said with enthusiasm.

“Patrick. What did Patrick want to talk to you about?” Roy said very slowly.

“Lake!” David picked up his glass and drank his milk, spilling much of it down his chin and onto his shirt.

“Ugh. You’re impossible.” Roy turned and looked at Linda. “What did they want, Mrs. Riles?”

“They were talking crazy.” Linda turned her spatula in a mixing bowl. Some flour spilled out and covered her apron in fine dust. She didn’t look over at Roy.

“Spit it out.” Roy’s voice rose, and his patience faded.

Linda told him what they’d said in a hushed voice.

“They think they can turn everything back to normal? But electrifying the lake?” Roy thought things over. Linda started to say something, but he shushed her. “We’re going to borrow your car, Mrs. Riles. Come on Davey-boy, let’s go.”

“You’re going to help them? Will this make David better again?” Linda rushed to get her car keys. It was all so ludicrous, but everything was insane now.

“We’ll see, Mrs. Riles.” Roy took the keys from her and pushed his imbecile of a friend toward the door. “We’ll see.”

~~

The numbers looked good. Axcix glanced over the latest data. Offspring were gestating rapidly, showing the expected range of dimorphic variances. She gurgled to herself in her underwater home. The Creators would be very pleased with her when they received her reports some several centuries from now.

She didn’t pay the slightest attention to the activity spikes springing up all around Portsmith. Why should she bother? She had her sentinels in the water, and others out roaming the land. They would take care of any behavior from the dominant species antithetical to her goals.

~~

The entire Lannit family, minus Fred who was still at work, followed Donna out to her car.

“Is this dangerous, Pat?” Susy squeezed her son’s hand. She had just agreed to help him remove some sort of animal from Lake Ipuza Ikpi. His friends, apparently, did not want to help.

“I told you, Mom, it’s super dangerous. But it isn’t a two-person job.” He looked over and caught the look of anxiety in his mother’s eyes. “But don’t worry, Donna’s been through way worse. She’ll know what to do.”

The group clambered into the car. Donna, still barefoot, got behind the wheel. This was no occasion for heels. Patrick sat in the passenger seat. The three Lannit women piled onto the back seat.

“Is it true you’ve seen strange things … before?” Susy put her hand on Donna’s shoulder as the automobile purred to life.

“I have.” Donna reached up and patted Susy’s hand. They had really left their rivalry behind. “There was a vampire once that preyed on young housewives. Mark and I had a close shave there. We didn’t kill the wretch, but we did send him on his way much worse for wear. And then there was the shapeshifter who –” Donna stopped abruptly as a car skidded to a halt perpendicular to them just inches from her front bumper.

Patrick leaned his head out the window. “Roy, what the hell?” Somehow, Roy and David had stolen Linda’s car for a joyride. “Get out of the way, you idiot.”

Roy slowly rolled down the window. Everyone waited.

“I’m the idiot?” Roy narrowed his eyes at his erstwhile friend. He looked over the contents of the other car. Stupid Patrick was taking his whole family with him on his mission. His eyebrow twitched as he thought over whether Patrick might actually succeed. “You want to end this? The best thing that happened to any man ever, and you want to throw it all away? Let’s go into your house and talk.” Roy began bouncing in his seat and moving his arms around inside the car, trying to break a sweat.

“David told you?” Bemused, Patrick looked over at his tall friend who had the most moronic smile on his face. “About the Lake?” He looked over at Donna and whispered to her, “Go around them. They’re both crazy.”

“Maybe I should talk to him. Roy always liked me.” Sally leaned her head into the front seat with a hopeful look.

Patrick shuddered. It was true, Roy had had a crush on Sally for a long time. Patrick was revolted thinking about what present day Roy would do to her if he ever got her cornered. “No thanks, Sally. We’ll need your help at the lake.”

“Okay.” Sally reclined back and leaned against her sister. She was still buzzed from what they’d done earlier in the day. All the apocalyptic revelations and angry, fat teenagers couldn’t kill her buzz.

“Hold on everyone.” Donna put the car in reverse and the wheels screeched on the pavement as their car lurched backward. The gears groaned a protest as she quickly switched to first and darted her car around Roy’s auto. She could clearly hear shrieking rubber as Roy gave chase. She checked the mirror. Sure enough, the boys weren’t far behind. “I mean it now, everyone hold on to something.” Donna accelerated, and took a sharp turn.

Patrick grabbed the door. The women in back held each other. Sally somehow wound up with a handful of boob on either side, but since her mother and sister didn’t complain, she kept her hands where they were.

Several blocks down the street, a patrol of three army jeeps slowly cruised down main street. Lieutenant Abby Kerns was behind the wheel of the last vehicle. There had been a number of disappearances from their rank lately, so they were to travel only in large groups going forward. Two to each jeep in this case. The imposter Kerns moved liquidly under its pressed khaki uniform as it wondered how to bring about more disappearances. Two cars zipped by in the opposite direction, clearly one giving chase to the other.

“Lieutenant … erns.” Captain Millbank’s voice came over the static that plagued their radios in that little town. The fake Abby could see the captain’s lead vehicle swing around to give chase. “… ollow … and bring … for questioning.”

“Perfect.” Abby purred. It swung its jeep around to follow the other two and floored the accelerator.

“What?” Lieutenant Ellen Mosley’s face went white and she clutched at a handhold above her head.

“I said, we could use a distraction.” Abby’s right hand slipped off the steering wheel, its fingers lengthening.

“I don’t understand. I …” Ellen paused. It felt like there was a snake brushing against her leg. She couldn’t take her eyes away from the road as it sped past them, but when the thing nudged between her thighs, she looked down. “Eeeeeiiiiiiiiiii,” Ellen screamed in horror. Her partner’s arm had stretched like rubber along the floorboard, and it was now reaching up under her skirt. She could barely process what she was seeing. “What’s happening … what’s happening …” Despite her training as a specialist ready to confront the new Red menace in Portsmith, Ellen could tell she was hyperventilating. “Get it off mmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.” The thing had pushed through her nylons and found her pussy. Her fingers dug into the handhold. Seconds before her grip had been out of terror, but now it was purely out of pleasure. As the town raced past outside the window, Ellen had her first orgasm on the deformed arm of Lieutenant Kerns.

In the lead car, Patrick craned his neck to see behind them. “There are three jeeps behind Roy and Dave. Wait.” There was a sound of great wrenching metal behind them. “Only two jeeps. One of them just hit a tree.”

“We wanted to sneak up on the thing in the lake. This isn’t sneaking.” Donna let Patrick fill her in on the happenings behind them. She couldn’t spare a glance in the mirror. They had just turned onto the road out to the lake, and it was a narrow, winding piece of construction. It would be very easy for her to join that jeep in becoming one with a tree.

“No, you’re right.” Patrick tried to give his mother a reassuring smile as he looked over her head at another jeep running off the road. This one hit a stone wall and burst into flames. It was clear that the remaining jeep had just run the other two off the road. He hadn’t the foggiest idea why any of this was happening. “Should we … I don’t know, do this later?”

“Sorry, lovebird.” Donna felt quite at home in the thick of things. But it was odd not to have Mark by her side. “I don’t think we’ll get another bite at this apple. Not with your friends back there in on the plan. And the Army right behind. We’ll have to do this now.”

“Mom, you still with me?” Patrick wasn’t sure how to keep everyone focused.

Susy put on her most stern demeanor, like she’d just caught one of her children in the liquor cabinet. “Whatever caused all this will be sorry to have met the Lannits.”

“Sally? Adeline?” Patrick looked to his sisters.

Sally winked at him.

Adeline tried to smile, but wasn’t convincing. Only a few days ago she’d been looking for a husband in college. In the last few hours, she had lost her virginity to her brother, made out with her sister, and watched her mom have sex. And now she was careening down a road in a car driven by her brother’s much older, married girlfriend. Being chased by the Army and Patrick’s somehow evil friends. And the goal was to kill a meteor that landed in their lake. She felt she might throw up.

“That’s my girls.” Patrick turned back to Donna and adjusted his glasses. “So, Roy’s not that far back and the jeep is right behind him.” He gazed at her calm resolve and was reminded what a force this woman was. It was awe inspiring that she’d chosen him. “What’s the plan now?”

“Well, I was hoping your mother and sisters might be available to help us cut the line and get it in the water.” Donna turned things over in her mind. “But that’s not going to work. If I can get us enough distance from our pursuers, maybe we could use a bit of misdirection. You and me stay, and your family draws the others away. What do you think?” She chanced a quick look at Patrick, and was relieved to see that he seemed to be taking this all well. And he wasn’t breaking out in a cold sweat. The last thing she needed right now was for lust to melt her otherwise sharp mind.

“Sure. Whatever you say.” Patrick nodded and leaned into the door as they took a sharp curve. He could just see the blue-green of the lake through the trees to their left now. They were getting close.

“Hold on.” Dona turned next to the familiar parking lot and careened down the rough, dirt road that ran around the lake. She nearly banged her head on the ceiling when they hit their first big bump. She looked in the mirror to see both cars follow. She had to put some distance between them.

~~

Axcix suddenly turned from her meditation on the data inflow. Her proximity sensors flashed at her. She hadn’t bothered with much in the way of defensive mechanisms. The local population was too crude to offer any kind of threat. Her sentinels were enough. But something was happening out there. And what little defenses she had would soon be put to the test.

Much to her surprise, Axcix realized that the creature Smith was among those moving rapidly around her body of water. What was it up to? What where those members of the dominant species up to? With curiosity, she launched a drone to get a better view. If nothing else, this moment should render some remarkable data.

 

Chapter 18

“Heels off, everyone.” Donna spun the wheel, and her car fishtailed around a curve in the rough road.

Weightless for a split second as the car hit a bump and bounced sideways, the three Lannits in back jostled together. When they returned to solid ground, the spinning tires caught. The ride turned back into something less than a trip aboard Sputnik, and the women reached down and removed their shoes.

“Done.” Susy said.

“Anyone back there a strong runner?” Donna glanced in her rearview, Roy was having a hard time with the poor road and the distance between them grew. The jeep seemed to be right on his tail.

“I ran track in high school.” Sally looked down at her bust straining the fabric of her dress. Her boobs jiggled every time they hid a pothole. “Well, I was. My body has developed since.”

“Adeline?” Donna eyed the great big box of a building housing the pumping station behind the trees. It grew steadily as they drew nearer.

“No,” Adeline squeaked. She had never had a body for running.

“Okay, here’s what’s going to happen.” Donna wiped her forehead and quickly returned her hand to the wheel. Uh oh, her fingers were moist. She tried to think cool thoughts. She couldn’t have Patrick lose his focus now. “I’m going to pull up in front of that building. Patrick and I are going to get out, grab some tools from the trunk, and make a run for it. Hopefully, before the people behind us can see what’s happening, we’ll be out of sight.” She checked the mirror again. The other cars had disappeared behind a curve. That was a good thing. They needed distance. “Then, Susy, you’ll take the wheel and the three of you will turn around and drive right past our pursuers.”

“Right past them?” Susy didn’t sound sure.

“You’ll be fine. Just use whatever space is available in the parking lot to go wide. You’ll be by them before they know it.” Donna set her narrow chin in determination. Of course, she had no idea if any of the plan would work. But best to keep that to herself. “Then, you’ll drive back to town. Hopefully, Roy and the jeep will follow. When you’re in town, try to let Sally out so she can run to the hotel for help. My husband Mark will be there, and so will the military.” She gave them the room numbers.

“What about the police?” Adeline trembled listening to the plan.

“Forget the police.” Donna could just make out the open space of a parking lot as they neared the pump.

“And while Sally’s getting help?” Susy wondered at how odd it was that she was taking orders from this woman now. She had to admit, Patrick had found himself a smart girlfriend.

“You and Adeline drive away from town. Try and get the other cars to follow you.” Donna swerved the car into the small dirt parking lot. Her hand moved to the parking brake. “Okay, everyone, hold on. Here we go.”

~~

“Yeehaw!” Roy bounced the car over another depression in the road. The whole thing shook around him. Months ago, he would have been sure his mother would kill him for the way he was treating her car. Now? What was she going to do about it? “You having fun, Davey?”

“David Riles!” David stared out the windshield with that goofy grin on this face.

“Yeah, buddy, I can’t see them either.” Roy squinted ahead. He’d been having so much fun backroad driving, he hadn’t really noticed how far behind they’d fallen. He floored the pedal, but it just caused some spinouts. Well, it’s not like his mom’s car had any muscle. He looked behind and saw the women trailing them in their jeep not five feet back. “What do you think the broads behind us want?”

David looked over his shoulder through the rear window. “Danger.” He stared with some intensity at the blonde driving the jeep.

“You scared, Davey?” Roy chuckled. “They’re women. We can handle them.” Roy could smell his body odor in the car. “I’ve got my trusty magic sweat going full throttle. I …” They rounded a bend in the road and Roy gripped the wheel tighter. They had entered a small parking lot next to that large, cube of a building. To his left, Patrick’s girlfriend’s car sped in the other direction, trying to sneak past them. “Son of a bitch.” Roy stared, but couldn’t see Patrick inside with the glare of the car’s windows.

The jeep behind them swerved to its left. Roy stuck his head out of the window and watched as Patrick’s car and the jeep raced toward one another. There was a sickening crunch of steel and glass.

“Patrick!” David suddenly found himself sitting in a strange car in the middle of the woods, watching a jeep and another car perform an awkward collision two-step. He had a feeling that something had gone terribly wrong, but couldn’t quite place what it was. And then a thick fog of confusion swept over his mind.

“Well, shit.” Roy stopped the car and got out, some twenty feet from the crash site. Steam wove into the air from the crumpled hood of the jeep. The damage on Patrick’s car was mainly to the front driver’s side. A brown-haired woman jumped out of the passenger side of the jeep and ran headlong toward the lake. She moved oddly, like her legs would turn to Jell-O if she didn’t reach the water in time. She was completely silent. “Patrick? You okay?” Roy took a few cautious steps toward the wreck, leaving David in the idling car behind him.

“We’re all pretty far from okay.” The creature Smith, still posing as Abby, stepped out of the jeep. Its right arm seemed to wiggle and retract as it stood upright, army issue heels digging into the dirt of the parking lot. “Why are you here? You all looking to visit Mother?” Abby turned her cold eyes on Roy.

Suddenly, Roy wasn’t so sure his sweat would conquer this woman. She seemed … very strange. “My friend is in that car.” Roy took a step back.

“Your friend?” Abby’s voice carried a faint mocking sneer. “Well, let’s fetch him. I’ll send you all to mother, and let her sort this out.” Abby walked with great deliberation toward the crashed car in front of her.

“All?” Roy didn’t like the sound of that. He took another step back toward his mom’s car.

~~

“Mom? Mom, wake up.” Adeline shook her mother, who groaned. The front windshield was cracked, and the driver’s side window lay in small pieces all over Susy’s lap. “Mom!” Adeline looked out the cracked windshield at a blond woman in a khaki uniform walking toward them. The woman should have been pretty, but something in the set of her face was wrong. And the way she walked, with her pelvis forward, seemed quite out of place. Adeline didn’t want to be in that spot when the woman arrived.

“Addy?” Susy hurt all over. She blinked her eyes, but couldn’t quite focus. She felt her daughter’s hands on her, tugging at her breasts and shoulders. “Not … you too.” Susy thought Adeline was trying to take advantage of her mother, but then realized she was being moved out of the driver’s seat. “Let me just rest, for a second.”

“No time, Mom.” Adeline struggled pulling her mother out of the way. She seemed to be even thicker than Adeline remembered. Once she’d dragged Susy far enough, Adeline climbed over her. Crossing Susy’s breasts was like traversing a mountain range. Her mother moaned beneath her, but Abigail focused on getting behind the wheel as quickly as possible. The blond woman was only fifteen feet away now. She turned the key and the engine rolled over, but didn’t roar to life. The woman drew closer. “Come on, come on.” Getting killed by a crazed military woman seemed a fitting end to this trip home. She wished she was still safely back in her dorm at school. She turned the key in the ignition and the car didn’t start again. “Please.” She turned the key one more time.

~~

The engine turned over in the wrecked car, but didn’t start. “Maybe we better get going.” Roy sank his bulk back into the driver’s seat and watched the woman approach Patrick’s car. Whatever she had planned, it wasn’t good. His mouth dropped when the woman got within five feet of the car and her right arm inexplicably lengthened like melting taffy. The woman’s hand now dragged in the dirt. But, now that Roy looked, he couldn’t really call it a hand anymore. His stupid friend sat silently in the passenger seat as Roy watched in horror. The wrecked car’s engine finally ignited, its wheels kicked up dust and rocks, and it spun a little half circle away from the pursuing blond woman.

“Not Patrick.” David offered the most obvious truth. He could see into the car and there were three Lannits, but Patrick not among them. Adeline drove, with her eyes wide, and her lips compressed together. Susy leaned against the passenger window. And Sally slumped sideways as the car’s momentum threw her unconscious body across the backseat.

“No … I don’t see him either.” Roy craned his neck to look back at the building. He just caught a glimpse of a blue dress disappearing through the steel door. He looked back in front and saw the damaged car tear out of the parking lot. The blond woman gave chase, but slowed to a standstill in a cloud of dust as the car darted back the way it’d come. “It’s not like he’d come all the way out here to end the sweat thing …” Roy turned it over in his head, deciding whether to follow the car. “… and then just go back home.”

Abby turned toward the young men still in the parking lot. It pulled its khaki jacket partway off, but couldn’t get it past the elongated right arm that dragged in the dirt again. So, it tore the jacket off. The thick fabric ripped like it was nothing. It then shredded its shirt, bra, and skirt. It walked toward the boys in only its tights, hoping the body it had stolen would be enough to distract them.

“Holy shit. I have the strangest boner.” Roy stared out the windshield. The woman was incredibly pale and vulnerable looking, with small breasts that rested high on her chest. But her movements were off. It was like looking at an elaborate windup doll set loose upon them. And that arm seemed to have nearly liquified. Roy shivered.

“Go.” David hit the dashboard, and the thump resounded around the car. “Go, go, go.” He hit it harder, and the molding cracked.

“Yeah, let’s take door number two.” Roy put the car in first and jammed the pedal. He aimed right at the abomination. They closed the distance fast and the woman hit the hood, rolled up, cracked the windshield, and then tumbled over and off the backside of the car. Roy turned the car toward the building and drove as fast as he could. He had to tilt his head to look around a green smudge on the windshield. The woman lay motionless in the parking lot behind them. A smile crept over his face when he realized he’d finished her off. “Let’s stop Patrick.” Roy pulled up next to the large steel door. He could see its lock had been forced, and it stood ajar a few inches. He got out of the car.

“Patrick,” David agreed and got out of the car too.

The water’s edge ran right up to the side of the building, just beyond the parking lot. Roy looked out over the lake and saw what looked like large bubbles rise to the surface. The iridescent balls seemed to grow larger as they headed their way. Roy didn’t like the look of them. “Let’s get inside.” Whatever they were, he hoped they’d be gone when he returned to his car.

Together, the friends entered the pumping station.

~~

Sweat trickled down Donna’s neck as they moved past a labyrinth of pipes. The whole place hummed with the raw power of a beating heart. She looked over at her boyfriend, who was carrying the duffle and saw the sweat on his forehead. But she didn’t need to see it. Not really. It was already having its effect on her. Their mission shrunk in her mind, pushed by visions of Patrick’s hard, lithe teenage body.



~~

Quite curious that the members of the dominant species were piling into the pumping station. Axcix knew the building well. She had relied on it to reliably distribute her changes to the population. She had even augmented here and there where needed. Confident but cautious was her mood. She ordered her sentinels to take up positions in the water around the area.

Oh, and her faithful Smith was on its way to explore the inner workings of the place. That was … acceptable. It knew to be careful in that place. All of Axcix’s focus fell to the building. All her other concurrent projects forgotten for the moment. What would these wayward humans do? Everything about the day’s events was quite stimulating.

~~

“Help me lock the door.” Roy didn’t want that creepy naked lady following them into the building. He huffed and puffed, his great belly heaving as he scanned the steel door. The lock was busted on the inside, too. “Shit.”

“Shit,” David echoed.

“Don’t just stand there like an idiot, look for something to bar the door with.” Roy rushed to the side, looking between two tall metal boxes. He looked back at his friend who stood there like an idiot still. Then, Roy had an idea. The boxes weren’t bolted to the floor.

The door rattled to Roy’s right as if someone was testing it. Roy’s pulse quickened. He reached up and pulled at the box. It was really heavy. “Help … me …” He couldn’t budge the thing. The door shook again.

“Yes.” David walked over, put his hands on the edge of the box, and with a great effort pulled it down on the floor right in front of the door. The boom of the falling thing joined the constant thrum inside the place. The door banged against the box, but couldn’t move more than an inch now.

“Good.” Roy sighed. They’d have to figure out a way to get out of the place later. After he’d stopped Patrick and stolen his girlfriend. Cautiously, they wove through the maze of pipes, looking around every turn to see what had become of Patrick. “They’re probably setting up traps or something. I saw this sort of thing on Buck Rodgers once. Keep a sharp eye out, Tonto.”

“Kemosabe.” David followed his friend into the hot, steaming room.

~~

She couldn’t help herself. She knew it was crazy. Who knew what was after them? And they only had a little time to kill the thing in the lake. But still. Donna stuck her tongue into Patrick’s mouth while she tore at his trousers. She pulled him a little farther into a corner, hiding them down a dead-end alley behind a large, rotating piston. There it was, her hand grasped his raging member, and she shuddered with anticipation.

Patrick pushed at her heavy breasts, breaking their kiss. “Wait … it’s the sweat.” He watched her sink to her knees. “We have to … aaaaahhhhhhh … Donna … I can’t think … straight.” He wove his fingers through her red hair and leaned his head back against a cold masonry wall as she greedily sucked on his cock.

“Mmppppphhhhhhh.” Why couldn’t she just wait until after they’d saved the world? Donna’s loss of control had never been more evident. And she’d never cared less. She worked her neck muscles hard as she bobbed on him, turned her face with every thrust. A cloud of pleasure surged through her as she thought about how vital this young man was. And how she was about to drain him. Empty that vitality right down her throat. No, that was wrong. She needed it in her womb.

“Donna?” Patrick watched her rise with hunger in her eyes. Her soft, freckled face looked anything but innocent at the moment. He let her seize his dick with her left hand and lead him farther into the shadows. “We … have to …”

“It’s okay … as long as you’re quick.” Donna turned to the wall, lifted her dress, and pulled her panties to the side. She stuck her ass back at him in the most undignified way. “Put it in … please.” Her lip trembled as she stared at the gray wall. Then lightning shot through her. He was inside and all was right with the world. His hands took up their familiar positions on her hips and she let him take charge. She so very much liked when the teenager did with her as he pleased.

The slaps of their bodies together joined the rhythmic sounds of the machinery all around them. Both were now completely lost. Lost in the labyrinth of the place, and in their own impulses.

“You feel … extra … tight.” Patrick wondered if their mission had somehow primed her pussy for him. Or could it be the excitement of the moment.

“Oooohhhhhh … gosh, Pat. I miss it … so much … when it’s not … in meeeeeeeeeeeee.” Her face went slack, and her fingers pressed harder into the wall. They were in such peril, but all that mattered was the purity of the orgasm that ran the course of her brain.

~~

A faint sound played at the periphery of Roy’s perception. It danced around the rush of water through pipes and the thump of the giant pump. It had a slightly different rhythm than the louder machinery, and seemed to be accompanied by a high-pitched wail, like steam escaping from a valve. “Do you hear that?” Roy wondered if that disfigured woman had somehow gotten in the front door. Was she somehow making the discordant sounds? He didn’t think that possible, but he shuddered all the same.

“Danger,” David said as he ducked under a pipe. “Danger, Roy Ackerman.”

“Very funny, meathead.” Roy turned his ear toward those strange sounds. “Shh.” Roy stopped and held up his hand. “I think It’s coming from over there.” Roy turned to his right and crept down a narrow service alley.

“Shh,” David echoed.

The eighteen-year-old teenagers moved to a junction, turned left, and ground to a halt. They both stared at the unexpected sight that greeted them.

“Damn, Pat. I didn’t think you had it in you. You’re really giving it to that poindexter broad.” Roy admired the way her ample body shook as she adsorbed Patrick’s thrusts from behind, her hands and forehead pressed against the wall. Patrick seemed better at screwing than Roy would have thought. He just hoped Pat hadn’t let it out yet. Roy didn’t want her too sloppy on his turn.

“Stop … Pat … stop …” Donna couldn’t see well past her fogged glasses. She turned her head and there were two shapes standing about fifteen feet away. One was tall and slouching, the other fat and erect with purpose. It was excruciating willing her ass not to push back at her boyfriend’s massive pole. But this was too much, they were in danger. She told her body to stop. But, to her surprise, her brain ignored her. She kept meeting each thrust.

“Roy?” Patrick looked on in a daze. He had forgotten what they were doing at the pumping station. His purpose started to come back. Still slamming into Donna’s pussy with heavy strokes, he lifted his right hand off her hip and wiped the condensing steam from his glasses. “Dave?” It was seeing his gentle, tall friend with a leering grin that broke the spell. Everything was wrong. So wrong. And he needed to put it all back right again. Patrick pulled out of Donna, his balls pulsing in frustration. He pulled up his pants, tucking his dick under his belt to keep it secure and out of the way. He breathed hard, sucking in the muggy air. He had to think. He had to think. How were they going to complete their mission?

“So, you came here to ruin this for everyone, but wanted one last screw before you broke the new Portsmith?” Roy took a step toward them. He watched as Donna frantically pulled down her skirt and tried to pretend they hadn’t been caught like newlyweds on their honeymoon. “I’m going to fuck the fight right out of you, investigator lady. And then I’m going to give you to my ape of a friend to play with. I’ve seen him break women. And I’m going to make your loverboy watch. How does that sound?”

“I … I …” Donna’s blood ran cold, but she could feel her vagina opening at the thought of being taken by these savage youths. The sweat was both beguiling and terrible. She had to get Patrick away from there. She looked around wildly. Stupidly, they had hidden themselves in a dead end. The only way out was past Roy and David.

“Dave … Dave … you don’t want … to do this,” Patrick panted.

“David Riles.” David stepped closer to Roy, as if to show his allegiance.

“Donna, what do we do?” Patrick reached for her left hand and held it in his right as they watched the boys advance on them.

“I don’t know, Pat.” Donna could now smell the odor drifting off the perspiring predators as they closed in. Her will to resist, frail as it was, was fading.

“We’re friends, Dave. Remember? Roy?” Patrick squeezed Donna’s hand tighter. There was a whir of movement just past the pitching pistons. The doppelganger lady Patrick had seen at the hotel rushed into Roy and David’s backs. She moved with quickness and frightening liquidity. She was pale and naked, her small breasts lurched to the side as she closed in. Her beauty was undeniable, but it was all … wrong. Her arms trailed behind her, much too long and languid to be human.

“What the –” Roy felt something slither around his waist and lift him off his feet. A split second later, his body crashed into the masonry wall. A dull red throb fell over his vision. He was spun in the air and saw to his horror that the blond woman had somehow followed them in. And she now had both David and Roy dangling from snakelike, rubbery arms.

“Do not disturb Mother.” The Creature Smith, still wearing its Abby veil swung the intruders against the wall again. Its legs elongated, and moved along the floor.

“Let’s go, now.” Donna pulled Patrick. She could see that it meant to seize them with whatever its legs were becoming.

“Right.” Patrick bent down and hefted Donna’s duffle. He reached inside as he followed Donna around the melee. He couldn’t leave David to fight that thing with nothing, even if his friend’s brain had gone wonky. He pulled out Donna’s pocketknife. “Here, Dave, take it.” He tossed the folded blade up into the air toward David and watched his friend pick it out of the air like a forward pass.

“David Riles.” There was fear in those three syllables.

Patrick spared one glance back as he and Donna turned the corner of that narrow service alley. It looked for all the world like his friends were fighting a hydra. He desperately wanted to help, but knew that protecting Donna and ending the thing in the lake had to take priority. Not twenty seconds later, the sounds of the struggle behind them were subsumed by the noises of the machines. They found themselves in a wider area, with a great metal pipe running parallel to their path. Patrick pulled Donna to a halt. “We need to stop.”

“No, we need to go.” Donna’s voice cracked with the horror and urgency of the moment. She pulled, but couldn’t budge her skinny boyfriend.

“If we go, we’re just going to end up doing it again. I’m drenched in sweat and so are you.” Patrick let go of her hand and dropped the duffle. He rummaged through it until he found the small hatchet they’d used to force the lock on the door. He reached out and touched the pipe. He could feel the rushing water inside. It was cool under his fingers. Good. He raised the hatchet and brought it down on the pipe with a terrible clang. The metal dented under the blade.

“What are you doing?” Donna wondered if the day’s events had turned him insane.

“Sweat … Donna … sweat … is … the … enemy.” Each word was punctuated with a clang of hatchet on pipe. Finally, the metal gave way and a spray of cool water shot into the air above them.

“Oh.” Donna could feel the flames rising between her legs as she breathed in his scent, and she understood him. They’d never make it all the way to their goal all hot and sticky. She watched him wield the hatchet and open the pipe wider still. Now a great gush of water shot out at them. They both stepped into the high-pressure cascade and let the chill of it wash over them.

When he was thoroughly soaked, Patrick put the hatchet back in the bag and slung the duffel over his shoulder. He followed Donna away from their makeshift waterfall. He could see the outlines of her feminine form clearly through her saturated dress. While he admired her curves greatly, to his relief, he found he could now compartmentalize his carnal urges. “So, now we find the electrical.”

“Right.” Donna nodded. “I think it might come in over there.” She looked over her shoulder. They had turned themselves around in that maze of a building, but she thought they were headed away from the blond horrors that had befallen Patrick’s friends. She didn’t think the creature would kill them. Probably just assert its control through some sort of mind alteration. With any luck, all that would be reversed once they killed the beast’s mother in the lake. “Come on.” She trotted along, her bare feet squelching on the metal floor below. Sure enough, the power lines were just ahead.

~~

Colonel Rex Hastings looked over his sorry all-woman force. This was no way to greet the Russians. The man that had previously held his job had agreed, and had been redeployed after making his feelings known to the brass hats in Washington. Rex wasn’t going to make that mistake. But it didn’t mean he had to like it. With a stiff, mechanical gait, he walked out of one hotel room that had been turned into a temporary office, crossed the hall, and entered another. “Heard from Lieutenant Kerns?” He scowled at the pretty young woman manning the radio. They weren’t going to win a war with pretty young things.

“There’s too much static.” Lieutenant Hoffman looked up at him and adjusted her little hat so that it sat perfectly on her bun. “Last we heard was thirty-two minutes ago. All three jeeps were still in pursuit.”

Outside, the sound of screeching tires cut across the quiet afternoon, followed by the obvious crash of a wreck. Rex strode to the window and looked down. A civilian automobile had smashed into one of their transport trucks. Steam billowed out from under its hood. Rex noted the damage to the driver’s side door that didn’t seem to correspond to its present circumstance. Time for caution. “Service pistol, Lieutenant.” He held out his hand, still looking down. He felt the cool handle slide into his hand. Down below, a woman stumbled out of the driver’s side door of the automobile and moved around to the passenger side. He could see blood on her face. Another woman emerged from the vehicle’s rear door. “Arm yourselves and help those civilians.”

A rustle of pressed khaki skirts filled the room as the officers did as they were told. Rifles were picked up off the long table in an orderly, practiced fashion. Maybe these women would do after all. Rex followed them down to the parking lot.

~~

“I’ll go get Mr. Farmer.” Sally called to her sister, as she tried to steady herself and remember the room number Donna had given them. “Tell the army people what happened.” She saw her sister’s bloody face nod as Adeline helped their mother from the car, and Sally raced off toward the hotel. Two minutes later, she huffed and puffed, face to face with Mr. Farmer. The man looked kindly at her as he held the door, trying to process what Sally had just told him.

“Let me get this straight. You are the big sister of our junior investigator? Donna has taken him to a nearby lake?” He rubbed his chin. “Of course. This lake wouldn’t happen to be the source of this town’s drinking water?”

Sally nodded.

“I don’t know why she didn’t tell me she was making her move on the thing. Well, what are we waiting for?” Mark went to the closet to grab his tool bag and saw that it was already gone. He shrugged, straightened his bowtie, threw on his coat, and raced out of the hotel room.

When Sally and Mark got to the parking lot, they found an exasperated Adeline trying to explain to the man in charge what was happening.

Rex interrupted the young woman. “We’re not interested in meteors, ma’am. Only Soviet spies. Did you see any Russians reconnoitering at the bottom of your lake?” He turned to his aide. “Call an ambulance for these women, the accident seems to have juggled their minds some.”

“Wait.” A wave of nausea hit Sally. She felt Mark’s steadying hand on her shoulder. “Your men.” She looked around at all the female faces in uniform. “I mean your women. Two of your jeeps crashed. We saw them on our way back. You need to get out there.”

“Lieutenant Hoffman, did you hear anything about crashing jeeps on the radio?” Rex didn’t like the way this was shaping up. They’d already lost several soldiers in odd accidents over the past several days.

“No … but I haven’t heard anything from any of the jeeps in some time.”

“Well, then. Get these women their ambulance. And let’s put together a rescue party,” Rex barked his orders. “We might as well check out that lake while we’re out there. Weapons ready, we’re not sure what the Reds have –”

“Colonel?” Mark hated to interrupt a man on a roll, but it seemed time to do so. He pointed out to the sidewalk, where a line of Portsmith women stood barring the entrance to their parking lot. All the women had queer expressions and faces turned slightly down, like wolves on the hunt. Even from this distance, Mark could see the sweat glisten on their foreheads as it caught the afternoon sun. “Oh, no,” he whispered under his breath.

“Excuse me.” Rex shouted out to them. “It was only a minor vehicular collision, please disperse. We are taking care of the situation.” He watched the woman take one step in unison toward their position at the hotel. It was well choreographed. Rex scrunched up his face, completely nonplussed. The onlookers took two more steps, perfectly timed again. And something was happening to them. Was he having a stroke, or were the women getting longer? Indeed, it seemed their arms melted in the sun. It was a most unnatural sight. “Russians,” Rex said out of the side of his mouth. “Weapons up,” he shouted. “Pick out your mirror. Don’t let them advance beyond the …” His orders abruptly stopped.

Adeline brought Susy over to her sister. “What’s happening?” Their mother’s head lolled a bit as she walked with Adeline’s arm around her shoulder.

“I don’t know.” Sally helped her sister with their mother and looked out as the women advanced on them. She didn’t recognize any of them. The three Lannits retreated toward the hotel. “Mr. Farmer? Maybe we should go the other way.” But he didn’t respond. In fact, the whole place was silent but for the heels of the women approaching. The soldiers looked over at their quiet colonel, their rifles raised, unsure what to do. “Mr. Farmer?” Sally couldn’t understand why he wasn’t moving. She turned to her sister. “Adeline?”

“Yeah.” Adeline’s voice was a nervous squeak.

“Take Mom out the back of the hotel. Walk toward home. Mr. Farmer and I will catch up in a minute.” Sally tried to control her breathing.

“But …”

“Go,” Sally hissed. The advancing women were now only fifteen feet away, and with each step they seemed to become less human. Sally heard her sister retreat with Susy, their footfalls echoing through the hotel’s open door and on down the hall. “Mr. Farmer?” Sally walked quickly back to where he stood stock still. His face had gone impassive and his was mumbling something about a lady. It was the same thing that had been happening to her father. She put an arm around him and backed him toward the hotel.

“Colonel?” One of the soldiers called out, her voice cutting through the eerie stillness.

The colonel did not respond. A second later, a shot rang out. And then another and another.

Sally watched horrified as the advancing women began to fall, green liquid spraying from their bodies. But there were many of them, and the ones that didn’t fall broke into a run. Sally backed into the hotel entrance, the door still standing wide open. She wanted to cover her ears. The whole parking lot seemed to ring like a giant bell. The first of the distorted women reached a soldier and lifted her into the air. Sally could barely hear the woman cry out over the ringing. A long, rubbery appendage slithered from the soldier’s attacker and snaked its way under the soldier’s skirt. Sally could see the soldier’s pretty face twist from terror to something else. Sally recognized that look. It was ecstasy. The gunfire died out, and soon the soldiers were all grappling with their attackers, losing the battle to keep those hideous things from between their legs.

“We really have to go, Mr. Farmer.” Eyes wide and trembling, Sally shut the door, pushed a chair in front of it, and pulled Mark down the hall. Even through the closed door she could hear the cacophony of noise that followed her. She knew exactly what she was hearing. A mad chorus of orgasms. She hurried to catch up with her sister and mother.

~~

Roy wiped the green slime out his eyes and looked down at the blond abomination laying at his feet. David had jammed the knife into the side of her neck and a verdant flood gushed out of her. Thankfully, her eyes had gone glassy. Whatever that thing was, David had killed it.

“That clown, Patrick, left us to die.” Roy balled his fists.

“David Riles.” David bent down and pulled the knife from the creature. He wiped the green onto the front of his cardigan, which was already a mess where that thing had leaked all over him.

“Okay, let’s go get that little shit.” Roy stalked down the alley following the way Patrick had gone.

David trotted beside him, loosely holding the knife. “Little shit,” he agreed.

They came to a broken pipe spraying water. They both washed off the green slime.

Soaked, angry, and lost, Roy stepped out of the water and looked around him. Which way? He didn’t know how anything in that ghastly building worked, so he couldn’t figure out where Patrick might be headed. He knew David would be no help. He picked a direction and marched off to stop his idiot of a former friend and put him in his place. He listened closely to the thrum of the machinery around him, trying to pick up the sounds of saboteurs. With any luck, he’d find them soon.

 

Chapter 19

“Wait, we need to hit the breaker first.” Donna looked around frantically. They needed to get this over with sooner rather than later. The breakers should lie somewhere around the main line.

“Right.” Patrick rested the hacksaw on the fat cable. The thing was maybe as thick as his dick. If he sawed it while it was live … Well, he wouldn’t have to worry about the thing in the water anymore. He scanned the far wall and spotted a metal rectangle mounted on a masonry wall. “There.” He pointed.

“Right.” Donna raced over to the box, her chest heaving. If she wasn’t careful, she would start perspiring again. And then what hope would they have? She tried to slow her heart as she flipped all the switches. The overhead lights went out, and she was cast in gloom, the only light coming in from a transom above the lake-access door some ten feet away. The machines around them ground into silence. How odd to suddenly be free of the beating heart that was the pump station. She heard the sound of sawing. “Pat, cut it closer to that machine over there. We’re going to need plenty of slack.”

“Right.” Patrick stopped and moved several feet to his right. He sawed quickly, the first beads of sweat popping out on his forehead. He felt Donna’s soft hand on his shoulder. “Will this work?”

“It should.” Donna’s knees went weak and her nostrils flared. “Hurry, Pat.”

“Done.” Patrick dropped the saw and picked up the cable. He had a sudden urge to forget the whole thing and just bury himself in Donna’s waiting pussy. He reminded himself that the whole town depended on them. Step by step he moved toward the door with the jagged end of the cable, careful to keep his hands on the insulated exterior and away from the exposed wire. “Hit the breaker again and meet me outside.” It wouldn’t hurt if they split up for a minute. He could smell her growing musk. Maybe the outside air would do them both some good, too.

“I’ll be right there.” Donna watched her boyfriend open the door and take the powerline out with him. She ran back over to the circuit box and flipped them all back to the closed position. The machines whirred to life around her and the lights flickered back on. Over the cacophony in that giant space, she could hear Patrick shouting for her outside. But she couldn’t make out the words. Donna turned and ran as fast as she could through the open door, leaping over the suspended wire, now coursing with electricity. “Oh, my.” Her feet came to an abrupt halt. The coarse wood pulled at her bare soles. “What are they?”

“Other than evil looking, you mean?” Patrick stared at the translucent globes, floating on the water in a semi-circle around the little dock. Each sphere was about the size of a man. And inside squirmed large shapes that seemed faintly reptilian. The malicious looking things moved slowly over the water to where Patrick stood on the edge of the dock. “What should I do?”

“Fry them,” Donna screamed. A fog descended upon them. No, Donna realized that wasn’t right. Her glasses were steaming up. She removed them and looked at Patrick’s blurry form hesitating at the edge of the water. Several of the globes were within a stone’s throw of him. “Fry them now.” The end of the wire hissed and sparked a foot or so out in front of Patrick. Donna wiped her glasses frantically and put them on, just in time to see him plunge the end of the line into the lake.

It seemed to Patrick that he had plunged a bolt of lightning into the water. There were several bright blue flashes, a sharp crack, followed by a sizzle, and then a shriek went up from the closing semi-circle. And just like that, it was over. Patrick could hear the machinery from inside the pumping station shutting down again. He looked up at the globes. Beautiful branching forks of electricity still shot through them. The dark shapes inside went suddenly still and then each sphere burst like a bubble and dropped its contents into the lake with a plop. Patrick stood there, still holding the line so that its end was submerged, and let the silence fall over him. The dark shapes sank into the water and were gone. He’d killed whatever they were.

“Did we do it?” Donna walked up next to Patrick and looked down into the water. “We must have broken the circuit. Was that enough electricity to kill them all?”

“Yeah, I think it was.” Patrick dropped the wire with a dull thunk on the wood below. There was only their rasping breath and the lapping of the waves against the pilings. Everything else was silence. “We killed the thing in the water, Donna. That was … amazing.” He turned and hugged her tightly, breathing in her scent. He leaned up and planted a kiss on her soft lips. Suddenly they were making out. They had won, why not celebrate? Patrick worked to pull Donna’s heavy boobs out of her dress.

~~

Whatever had just happened, Axcix didn’t like it. Not one bit. She’d felt a surge and then several of her systems cycled through restarts. When everything was up and running, she replayed the events of the last few minutes. Her tough and loyal sentinels were dead. The vital pump station stood idle. It appears those members of the dominant species were more resourceful than expected. They had rerouted the flow of electrons from pump functions to her home. The ions in the water had carried those electrons to do their vile business upon her sentinels. She moved to release some perimeter drones to return some security to the situation, but her outer bay doors wouldn’t open.

At the muddy bottom, Axcix was just far enough away from the event to sustain only limited damage. What to do, what to do? She needed to deal with this threat. But her sentinels were gone. And the creature Smith had gone silent. She scanned for the electron current, but found none. The surge must have caused a safety cutoff within the pumping station. She moved about her chamber, changing the configuration of her sphere.

Direct contact is not forbidden. Direct contact is discouraged. Use your tools. Remain hidden, distant. You are the only thing that cannot be replaced. Those words the makers had bestowed upon her during training before she pierced the veil of space. What she was about to do was not forbidden, only discouraged. She sprung from her hull, six arms with tertiary joints. The great sphere pushed off from the bottom, releasing a cloud of sediment. Quickly, Axcix rose to the surface.

~~

They were still a good mile away from home, when Sally noticed them. A line of women walked briskly down the middle of the street about two blocks back. “Come on, Mr. Farmer. Walk faster.” Those women were catching up. What’s worse, Sally could tell their arms weren’t quite right. It was the same thing that had happened back in the hotel. Despite Adeline’s support, Susy stumbled down the street. And Mark would only mumble something about his lady over and over. His dumb feet wouldn’t move faster than the pace of an evening stroll.

“My lady, my lady, my lady,” Mark mumbled.

Sally looked over her shoulder. They were closer. The line of women in crisp swing dresses, their heels clicking on the pavement were now only about a block and a half behind. “We’re not going to make it home. Look behind us, Addy.”

“Oh, no.” Adeline’s eyes shot wide when she saw the things that were chasing them. Those terrible arms swung like rubber and their hands passed their knees as the pursuing women walked. Adeline looked around frantically. “The church.” She swerved to her right and guided her mother through the church parking lot. “We’ll be safe there.”

“Okay.” Sally doubted the church offered much safety. But it had lockable doors. She pushed Mark toward the great cross, hoping beyond hope that those things behind them would leave them alone.

They crossed the parking lot quickly. The pursuing things stepped out of the street toward them as the Lannits and Mark entered the church. “Where’s the lock?” Sally said frantically. “Goodness, we need a key.”

Pastor Neilson looked up from his bible and stood when he heard the commotion. “Molly? Molly? I could use your help. We have some parishioners.” It had been so quiet at the church lately. Pastor Neilson had no idea why the town seemed to have gotten so shy. He hurried to the vestibule and saw the Lannits, plus a man he didn’t know. “Come in, come in. What can God do for you today?”

“Pastor, you need to lock the front door. We’re being chased by some devil women.” Sally stepped back and pulled her family into a corner of the small room. She let Mark stand blankly where he was. She knew the walk had made her sweat quite profusely, and she needed the pastor to move quickly. She hoped he couldn’t smell her.

“Chased you, you say? Well, that’s no way for women to behave.” Pastor Neilson frowned. “Oh, there you are, Molly.”

“Hello, dear.” Molly affixed a bright smile to her face, but she had a bad feeling about what was happening. In her hand, she fiddled with the ring of keys. “I heard something about locking a door.” Gertrude Cobb walked up and stood next to her.

“Hey, you’re that doctor that went missing.” Sally eyed the short blond woman. She had a dribble of some white liquid on her chin. Sally looked over at Molly. She could see the wife’s dark right nipple through a wet spot on her dress. Was she feeding this woman? She shook her head. “Never mind, just lock the door. Quickly.”

“Nonsense. These women, whoever they are, just need the word of God.” Pastor Neilson smelled something odd in the air. He felt a little fuzzy, but nothing that would prevent him from doing the Lord’s work. He strode out of the church into the bright sun.

“No.” Sally watched him go. Before the door swung closed, Sally caught a glimpse of several women standing not ten feet from the door with their heads down, their shoulders hunched, and their arms dangling horribly. The door shut and everyone in the vestibule stood perfectly still. They could hear the pastor’s voice muffled through the door. He was saying something about behaving themselves. Then, his voice cut out and there was the most horrific splattering sound. That was followed by a liquid thud that shook the whole door. It was like someone had thrown a huge water balloon at them. “Lock the door, please,” Sally whispered.

Molly nodded and raced across the room. She fit the key in the lock and turned. Not a second later the doors shook violently. The shaking stopped. Everyone in the room backed away from the door. Then a loud thump sounded from inside the nave. Then another. “Oh, no.” Molly trembled in fright.

Slowly, Sally walked toward the entry to the nave and looked in. The horrible women were now throwing themselves against the windows that ran down the left side of the pews. Panes of glass rattled in their housings. Green slime smeared itself where the women came in contact with each window. “That’s not good,” Sally said. “Does this door lock?” She pointed to the door between the vestibule and the nave.

Molly shook her head.

“Okay.” Sally tried to breathe calmly as she looked around at her family. “We’ll think of something. Right?”

~~

Her bare breast dropped out of confinement. The freckled pale skin caught the sunlight and radiated. Such a beautiful thing. So full of life. So eager to give life. Patrick thought of their future children. Donna would someday feed them with those dark nipples. He grabbed a handful of that spongy flesh and squeezed. All thoughts of their present situation fell away from his mind. They had won, but he didn’t even really care about that anymore.

“Patrick … Patrick … Patrick!” Donna’s voice went from dreamy to alarmed. It took every ounce of strength, but she pushed him away. The center of the lake bubbled and churned. “Look.” She stood there with her tits hanging out and her mouth wide open in shock.

“Oh, no.” Patrick pulled his pants back up and tried to stuff his dick away. He was partly successful. The dark purple top stuck out of his waist band and over his shirt in the outdoor air. Patrick watched the thing rise out of the water, like a great, metal spider. “The wire.” He bent down and picked up the electrical line, but it was dead. “The breaker, Donna. Flip the breaker and we’ll fry that thing, too.”

Without a word, Donna ran back into the station, her exposed breasts bouncing uncomfortably side to side and up and down.

Over his shoulder, he watched her red hair disappear back into the darkness. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and looked back at the thing, now looming almost twenty feet above the surface of the lake.

“Commmme tttto meeeeee, annnnnnthropoid.” Axcix paused. Even with the power off, she didn’t want to approach that wire. She looked over to the right of the building. More electrons flowed through wires along a series of posts, dipping into the building. The cutoff was local then. And the female had disappeared quickly. Either in fright, or to fight. Better to meet these creatures away from the building. “Cccccccome aaaaaand mmmmmeet meeeeee hhhhhhhere.”

Patrick shook his head. The strange slurring voice entered his brain through some shortcut, bypassing his ears entirely. Bypass, he thought. He looked back at the external line that brought power into the station. There would be no circuit to break there. More than enough power to kill this hideous robotic arachnid. But how could he cut it safely? He shook his head, forgetting about that powerline. It was impossible. An electric line in hand is worth two in the bush. There would be enough juice when Donna flipped the switch. “I hope,” Patrick muttered under his breath. His knees shook as he waited.

“Llllllet mmmmme shhhhhhhow youuuuuuuu. Commmmmme.” Axcix held out one of her robotic arms to Patrick in a gesture of friendship.

“No, thanks.” Patrick shook his head. “Why don’t you come here?” He gritted his teeth. “But not yet,” Patrick quickly added. The pumping station was still silent behind him. What was taking Donna so long? The thing took several lumbering steps toward him and then paused, as if unsure of itself.

“Youuuuuu arrrrrre Paaaaaaatrick?” Axcix banged at one of her screens as it suddenly went dead. She was going to have to go through some serious repairs after this. She had to hand it to this one. She hadn’t expected to ever find herself in such a situation. “Commmmmmme fffffffffor aaaaa rrrrrrrreward.”

Patrick shook his head again. As much to get the buzzing voice out of his head as to tell the monster no. “Donna? Hurry up, please,” he called over his shoulder.

“She’s here.” Roy’s voice carried more of a sneer than usual.

Patrick went from nervous panic to all-out-panic in an instant. He looked back and his eyes bugged out of his head. He saw David, tall and imposing, with that stupid grin that had become his trademark lately. Next to him, Roy looked more disheveled than ever, staring at Patrick with pure malice. Both eighteen-year-old boys had faint smears of something bluish or greenish covering their clothes and skin. And their skin shone with moisture. Patrick could see sweat staining Roy’s pits. Roy stood with one hand on his prodigious belly, and other entwined in Donna’s beautiful red hair. This was, sadly, because Donna kneeled before him. Roy’s pants were around his ankles, and his long dick playfully knocked against Donna’s freckled cheek over and over again. Donna’s eyes were glassy and her expression filled with hunger. Her breasts were still exposed, and they wobbled slightly every time Roy hit her face with his dick. She looked impossibly vulnerable and helpless. “Get away from her,” Patrick screamed.

“Um … no.” Roy laughed. He looked over at David and his friend joined in with an awkward, mirthless chuckle. “How about you do as I say and I don’t resize her ass right here and now?” Roy let his laughter die away and he raised his eyebrows. “Oh, she wants it, Pat. She was begging me to give it to her back there by the circuit breakers. But I told her she’d have to wait. So, you gonna be good or is she gonna be bad?” He slapped her with his dick a little bit harder, and then lowered his hips, put the dark head of his dick under her chin, and raised her face up so Patrick could get a good look at her.

Patrick’s mind raced. The giant, metal spider hadn’t moved. It was probably curious about this new development. That meant, he had time to figure something out. “What do you want, Roy?” Patrick dropped the now useless power line and stood half-turned to Roy, so he could keep an eye on the lake.

“Is that the thing that made me a king?” Roy pointed up at the giant spider with his long dick.

“I mmmmmmmmmade youuuuuuuu betterrrrrrrrr,” Axcix replied.

“Oh, cool.” Roy nodded, still grasping Donna’s hair.

“I’m sorry, Pat.” Donna’s body wouldn’t obey her. “I didn’t mean –”

“Shut up.” Roy cut her off with another dick slap to the face. “Mr. Meteor, sir? That’s the guy that’s causing you problems.” He nodded at Patrick. “We’re on your side. You can grab him and do whatever you want with him. Just let us take the dame and go. Sound good?”

With a rush of water, Axcix moved her sphere near the dock. She reached down with a robotic arm and gently picked Patrick up in a claw. Such a plucky one, she would do something special to him. “Yyyyyyyou mmmmmay gooooooo.” She said to the other members of the dominant species.

“Nnnnnoooooo!” Donna made a move to help Patrick as he was hoisted some fifteen feet into the air, but Roy held her on her knees. The smell of Roy’s sweat faded in the open air. She could feel her mind coming back to her, but not quickly enough. Her body still answered his demands. She couldn’t quite stand up and get that horrible penis out of her face.

“Goodbye, Pat. You always were just a dumb poindexter.” Roy turned to go. “Come on, Davey.”

But David blinked his eyes rapidly, and looked around with wonder. “Pat?” He blinked again. “Oh, shit.” His friend was in danger. When had all this happened? David stepped back toward the building where a pile of stones lay near the foundation. He picked one up and flung it at the giant, metal spider. It clanked off the thing with a hollow boom. He did it again.

With some of her systems down, Axcix couldn’t quite determine the severity of this new attack. She had misjudged these animals, too. They were making contact with her hull. She moved to wipe out the lot of them, but her controls glitched on her.

Patrick watched the water rush up at him, and suddenly he was submerged and free. The thing had let go of him. He popped to the surface and swam for the dock. He pulled himself up onto the wood, just as one of the frantic metal arms above him smashed into a powerline pole. The wire snapped, and Patrick dove away from the hissing, sparking thing that danced now at the water’s edge.

“Davey, what are you? …. Oooooohhhhhhhhh.” Roy doubled up in pain.

“You aren’t even half the man Patrick is.” Donna slammed her fist into the teenager’s low hanging balls again and listened to the siren song of his pained cry. She was still not totally herself, but her mind had cleared. She stepped over to Patrick and pulled him away from the dangerous wire.

David stopped throwing rocks and moved to help Patrick. But with each step he took, he could feel his mind getting eclipsed again. He feared that when he was no longer himself, he would do something terrible. Vague memories of the past few days came back to him. He paused and looked up at the giant spider, which seemed to have gotten control of itself. David could tell it was positioning itself for an attack. David raced to the live wire, picked it up several feet from the sparking break, and ran to the end of the dock.

“What? No.” Roy’s body still throbbed with red hot pain, but he raced after David. He knew what his friend wanted to do, and that robot spider had to be saved. Roy couldn’t go back to the life he had before it arrived. He ran right out of his pants, his now soft dick swinging wildly before him.

David set his jaw. He could feel his mind failing him. With one last great effort, he leaped off the dock and sailed through the air.

“Stop!” Roy jumped right after him. Together the friends arced over the water. David hit the spider’s metal leg first, and then Roy hit it a few feet lower a split second later. The world lit up around them.

~~

“They’re getting in!” Adeline screamed. She huddled behind Sally, who had protectively placed herself in front of her family, the pastor’s widow, the missing doctor, and Mark. Susy was still fuzzy from the car crash. Mark hadn’t come out of his trance. And the other women were all paralyzed by fear. Sally would have to do this herself. She hefted a solid bronze cross in her hands. It was heavy. She could do some damage with it when those women got in.

Glass shattered and a woman in a pink, paisley swing dress landed between the pews. She stalked down to the middle aisle, her gumby arms sliding and caressing the wooden benches as she passed. Then another woman got through and another. Soon there were five of them inside the nave.

“Stand back, everyone.” But Sally didn’t need to tell those behind her. There were no other volunteers to fight. It was too bad her mom was out of it. Susy would have gladly beaten several of those things, Sally thought. The evil women broke into a run, racing toward the vestibule. Sally’s body went taut. She was ready.

There was a revolting explosion that shot green goo all over the church. Sally blinked her eyes to clear the stuff from her vision. There were only four women now. Pop, pop, pop, pop. And more sounds of wet explosions from outside the windows. Sally wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. Everything within range of those women was covered in green slime. But the horrific women? They were all gone. Sally slumped to the floor. “Thank God.”

“What happened?” Molly’s pretty face was also plastered in the stuff.

“I think they all … popped.” Sally crawled over and hugged her sister and mother. “It’s over.”

“I need a shower, Sally.” Adeline’s voice was a whisper.

“Me too, Addy. Let’s go home.” Sally stood and helped everyone to their feet. “We better take Mr. Farmer home with us, too. For safekeeping.”

“Yeah.” Adeline put her mother’s arm over her shoulders and slowly they walked toward the front door. Molly and the missing doctor stayed behind. It was Molly’s church, after all.

~~

“Wait, David.” Patrick watched it all happen in what felt like slow motion. “Don’t.” But it was too late. His friend had grabbed the wire and jumped with Roy right on his heels. Patrick watched, his mouth agape, as blue bolts of electricity shot up and down the metal leg his friends had collided into. The robot spider seized and stiffened. It was wreathed in blue fire. Unlike the last time, there was no circuit breaker to cut off the power, and Patrick watched as his sizzling friends dropped into the boiling water below them.

“No, Patrick.” Donna put her hand on his shoulder and prevented him from diving after them. The wire continued to send bolts into the water and the robot. She let Patrick turn into her and she cradled his head against her bare breast. “That’s right, don’t look.” But Donna watched closely. She could see smoke billowing from the spider’s sphere. The crackle continued for a solid minute, until finally the power cut. An echoing boom carried over the trees. They’d probably blown a transformer somewhere.

The rigid spider wobbled, and then fell backward into the water. The mighty splash extinguished the smoke. The lake bubbled for a while and then there was nothing but the lap of the waves.

“It’s over.” Donna held Patrick at arm’s length and straightened his glasses for him. “Are you okay?”

Patrick nodded. But of course, he wasn’t. He looked back at the water.

“Let’s get back to town and check on your family.” Donna stood and held Patrick’s hand as she led him back into the pumping station.

The thought of his family brought an immediacy back to Patrick’s actions. He squeezed her hand tightly. “You think they’re okay?”

“I’m sure they are, Investigator Lannit. Let’s go find them.” She gave him a somber smile.

~~

Down in the inky bottom of the lake, Axcix looked around. Broken. Everything was broken. She tried to gather reports, but was met by only sparks and flashes. What had they done to her? The main core was only at thirteen percent. She knew in her heart that she wasn’t going to be able to fix herself. When the makers arrived in a few hundred years, they were going to be very displeased with her mission.

Where am I? David’s voice echoed in his own head. What happened?

It can’t be. What have you done, anthropoid? Axcix did not understand why she was hearing the voice inside her carapace. The creature had somehow fused its mind to hers. Was that species that sophisticated?

Are you the giant spider? Where’s my body? A dawning of understanding moved through David. He wasn’t David anymore. Not really. Let me go.

I cannot let you go. We are stuck together. At the bottom. Axcix almost laughed at the horror of what had befallen her.

So, we’re not dead? Roy had been sure he was dead. Send me back out there. I need pussy.

There are two of you? Now Axcix did laugh. This was too much.

You’re not going anywhere, Roy. I’ll make sure of it. You made me do terrible things. David could remember every detail of his former life in absolute clarity. He wished he couldn’t.

Screw that. I’m the king of Portsmith, Davey. Let’s fix this thing and get out of here. Roy tried to raise his hand in a rude gesture to David, but found there was no David and he didn’t seem to have a hand.

Silence. Axcix listened to the two members of the dominant species bicker. Silence! They dared to ignore her. The centuries were going to pass very slowly for her on the bottom of that lake.

~~

Epilogue

~~

“My name’s Jack Rhodes. My wife is Sally. Her maiden name is Lannit. Can I get through?” Jack showed the guard his driver’s license. He looked off to the left where men in uniform were erecting a thirty-foot barbed wire fence.

“Sorry, sir. You can’t get in.” The guard waved for Jack to turn around.

“Her parents’ phone isn’t working. She isn’t answering my letters. Please let me through.” Jack kept the car in neutral, foot firmly on the brake.

“I’m not supposed to say anything sir, but there was a chemical leak.” The guard leaned in close to Jack’s car, whispering in the window. “I’m afraid there were no survivors. We’re sealing it up to keep people safe. Now turn around.”

Stricken, Jack put the car in gear and took the U-turn the guard indicated. His beautiful Sally was gone. He looked at the wedding ring on his left hand as he guided the steering wheel. Shock numbed him to his core. He hoped she was thinking of him at the end.

~~

The wail of babies filled the house. Linda didn’t fault her husband for golfing as much as he did. The military was kind enough to build a new course out by the lake. It was the least they could do, Linda supposed, since they’d cut Portsmith off from the course out by the freeway. And from every other course in the world.

Linda missed her boys. Ryan was safely off at college, and David disappeared the day all those people popped into green goo. Linda prayed David hadn’t met such a fate. Of course, Patrick had told her that David had saved the town and that he was now living happily in outer space. But Linda had trouble believing that. At any rate, her baby daughter kept her from missing the boys too much. Well, all the babies really. It seemed David had successfully planted his seed in the houseguests, too. There was so much joy in Linda’s life now to keep her sorrow company.

There was also a deep longing. Whenever she saw a young man around town, she’d get that desperation between her legs. She remembered the sweet, maddening sex she’d had with her son. And then the violent, dark rhythm of his friend, Roy. But it was best to leave those things in the past. She had the babies to care for and her husband to look after.

~~

“Just shut up and put it in my butt. Yeeeessssssssss.” Amanda’s car rocked in her garage, her feet up high in the back seat. She could see her daughter peeking in at them from the kitchen, but Amanda didn’t care. Who was Annie to judge? The tramp picked up more men than she did. A baby cried somewhere behind Annie, and the eighteen-year-old turned and hurried away. Amanda couldn’t tell if it was Annie’s daughter, or her son that was crying. At the moment she didn’t care. She only needed that cock to dig deeper. “Christ … ugh … you’re almost as big as he was.”

“Who … uh … uh … uh … Mrs. Ackerman?” Ralph Gooden humped himself deeper into her butt. He hadn’t had sex with anyone but his mother in a good long while, and he was thrilled that Amanda had picked him up as he was walking across town.

“Roy … Roy … Roy. You’re almost … as big … ugh … as my Roy.” Amanda’s eyes crossed a little when the young man’s balls slapped her ass cheeks. He was all the way in. It was perfect.

“Really? Your … son?” Ralph reached up and clutched at her massive tits, milk dribbled out on his palms. “I’m doing … my mom … too.” He smiled down at her.

“That’s old news … uh … uh … Ralph. Now … fuck me.” Amanda squealed. She could tell he was getting close, and she loved nothing better than the euphoria that accompanied the cum of a young man. In fact, she was quite sure she was pregnant again. And this time, she had no idea who the father was. “Eeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.” The car rocked, Amanda’s eyes rolled back, and she basked in the bliss as Ralph filled her womb for her.

~~

“That was a lovely sermon, don’t you think?” Susy pecked her husband on the cheek and gave her son a pat on the butt behind his back. “Pastor Neilson has really come into her own, don’t you think?”

“I’m not sure what she meant by the suckling flock. And I’m not sure –” Fred was cut off by his wife.

“Don’t be grumpy, dear. You’re late for your golf date. Time to head out to the lake.” Susy pushed her husband toward the garage, not even letting him change out of his suit. “Donna, dear, that letter came for you yesterday. Sorry I forgot to mention it. I’ll be right back.” Susy ushered Fred out to the car.

Donna reached over and picked up the letter. “It’s from Mark.”

“I thought the mail wasn’t getting through.” Patrick adjusted his glasses and raised his eyebrows. He was maybe a little jealous.

“We’ll be upstairs.” Sally pushed Adeline toward the stairs. The sisters began pulling off their dresses on the way up. “Don’t be long, you two. We’ll miss you.” Sally smiled and disappeared with a wave. She knew Donna might like a moment’s privacy with her ex-husband’s letter.

“Mark has always been quite clever.” Donna opened the letter and read. A slight smile spread on her pink lips, and she handed the letter to Patrick.

“He got through the blockade? And he’s hunting a pack of feral people in the Adirondacks?” Patrick shook his head. “Well, he seems to have moved on quickly.” He looked up and caught Donna’s expression. “Oh, sorry. I mean, I know how hard it was for you to stay and …” Patrick felt like a fool.

“Don’t be silly.” Donna dropped to her knees very slowly. Her pregnant belly making things much more difficult than she would have believed. She unbuckled Patrick’s belt, dropped his pants, and pushed his tie to the side. She wasn’t surprised to see how ready he was. After-church-sex was always his favorite. “I’m very happy to be here with you, Pat. Mmmmpppppphh.” She took him into her mouth, savoring the salty hit of precum. He hadn’t cum yet that day, and Donna thought she just might gobble that first load up before they joined his sisters upstairs.

Susy stepped back in from the garage to find Donna’s red head bobbing on her son’s long gadget. She was such a devoted fiancée. Susy could see the ring Patrick had given her sparkling as she milked his shaft with her left hand. Susy didn’t want to interrupt the lovebirds. Not yet. So, she stood by the door, cradling her giant belly. After a while, Patrick’s breathing quickened, and his soft grunts echoed around the kitchen. Susy was quite familiar with the signs her son was about to blow. Susy quickly pulled off her dress, and struggled out of her underwear. Patrick shook from head to toe, and emptied himself into Donna’s waiting mouth. The woman swallowed like her life depended on it, and then slumped to the side. Susy could see the twisted expression on her pretty face. Donna was getting off on Patrick’s seed. The same seed he was about to put in his mother.

“Mom?” Patrick blinked as he let the pleasure flow through him. “I didn’t see you come back in.” The sight of her nakedness took his breath away. She was fecundity personified. Every curve accentuated with ripe fullness. Her olive skin touched with stretch marks here and there. “You look … beautiful.”

“Thank you, sugar.” Susy walked up to him and took his still hard thing in her hands. She looked down at the gasping Donna, cum splattered all over her glasses and freckles. Susy turned her backside to Patrick, and stuck out her butt at him. Donna was now right under Susy’s dangling boobs. “Come home, Pat. Put your thing back where it came from. We’ve got all day with your father at the lake.”

“Yeah, okay.” Patrick shrugged out his jacket, flung his tie over his shoulder, and sunk his dick deep into his mother. He was soon pounding away, watching her ass ripple and shake.

“This is a pretty sight.” Donna called up from the floor. She could see her fiancé’s manhood stretching out Susy’s vagina from her angle down below.

“We thought we heard …” Sally came back down the stairs, completely naked. Her boobs hung heavy on her chest, just above her swollen belly.

Adeline followed her down. She was much less noticeably pregnant, but the curve of her stomach was clearly there. “Hey, no fair. You didn’t wait for us.”

The sisters hurried to join the fun.

THE END

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