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Copyright © 2009 by Baron Rod ([email protected])
(MfffF, harem, oral, ScFi)
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. Reproduction for profit is forbidden. Any distribution must include this note and the author's email address. Don't be caught attempting to make a buck off me!
Warnings and disclaimers:
This is adult entertainment! Be warned! While I don't really write stroke stories if you're not into graphic depictions of sex, this is the wrong story for you! If you're too young to be legally reading this, move along!
This is a work of fiction. It is not intended to reflect any particular person or persons, and the incidents portrayed exist in their current form solely in the writer's imagination. You get the idea.
My family had all gone in to be CAP tested at the same time since the new laws required everyone fourteen or over to do so. When Dad and I came out with sevens and Mom and Sis had high enough sixes Dad had already seen the writing on the wall. He warned us not to show our cards unless necessary. He saw the disorganized start of protest by religious nuts and other crackpots that had begun right after the President's speech telling us that most of us were going to be eaten by the Sa'arm. The last few months had seen the start of an organization calling itself Earth First. Dad had been right again.
That wasn't really surprising. The whole family tested into the top five percent of the IQ bell curve. The only reason I didn't get the usual Brain Trust hassling in school was that I helped the PE instructor teach martial arts, Aikido mostly. I loved teaching Aikido moves to the football running backs. It made them really slippery. So the jocks had a vested interest in not causing me grief.
I'm Matthew Patterson. Other than the high IQ and martial arts I'm quite average. At sixteen I'm five foot eight weighing one-thirty with brown hair and eyes hiding behind glasses. I'm a sophomore taking as many AP classes as the school offers. Languages are my best subjects. Besides English I speak Spanish, French and German fluently. I know enough Russian and Japanese to get understood by a native speaker. In another half dozen languages I can stumble along and maybe get my point across. Don't know why, but if I'm around a native speaker for a couple weeks I can pick up what they're saying pretty fast.
It was Saturday night at the Villa Roma. No liquor license there so it's mostly families and some of the high school crowd coming in for supper before the movies. Afterward it's mainly the high school set for a pizza or burger and fries. Just hanging out to see who's dating whom and to be seen by their peers.
I was dating Holly O'Hara. She's a member of the sophomore class brain trust, like me. She was a pert, five foot three, a shade over a hundred pounds, freckled, elven faced, green eyed, flaming redhead who usually wore her hair in a braid down to her middle back. She was thin, but curvy with very suckable B-cup tits. That's as far as I'd gotten with her, so far.
You'd think that in these times getting into a girl's pants would be easier than it was a year ago, before the President's speech. Well, it was really, if you were willing to flash your CAP card and had a chance to be picked up. It was getting harder and harder to follow my Dad's advice. I really wanted to get laid. Both Holly and I were working toward the point of canceling each other's virginity. It was going slow though.
We were eating burgers and fries for dinner before heading over to the cineplex for a movie when the light changed and these three BIG dudes stood up.
Somehow they took over the sound system and one of them said, "Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is SGT Rori Frederics and this is a Confederacy Extraction, in other words, a pick-up! If you'll follow my instructions, we'll get this done with as little hassle as possible and allow many of you to get back to your meals. There's been enough on the news for all of you to have an idea of what is going to happen here. Our sensors show that we have eight volunteers here tonight who can pick up twenty-four companions."
There were a couple screams, a bunch of low babble and a few joyous shouts.
The SGT continued, "Anyone not at least fourteen years of age please go to the front of the restaurant near the entrance. The twelve and thirteen year olds should look after the littler kids. Anyone who doesn't have their CAP card on them, those women who are past their childbearing years, and those who have no wish to be considered as possible companions should move all the way to the front of the restaurant. Please help the kids and maybe block the view to the back of the restaurant before the selection process starts. Do this as quickly as possible."
There was a lot of 'But Mom' arguments and handing off of younger kids to older kids and to others heading for the front. This was the early crowd with more families and fewer teenagers than would be around later after the early evening movies.
Once those who weren't eligible were heading toward the front SGT Frederics said, "Now, the rest of you. If you are one of the eight volunteers come see me. All those who want to try to be their companions drift toward the back of the restaurant. You might want to get ready."
Holly hadn't moved as yet and I asked her "What's your score?"
She looked at me and replied "It's 6.2. My dad says I should do whatever it takes to go. I'm going to the back. What's your score?"
I smiled and as I stood up said "I'm a 7.4 and I get four companions. You're going with me if you're naked by the time I get back from talking to the sergeant. Have your CAP card ready." As I turned to go, I saw her striping off her tee-shirt.
There were five guys and two women near the sergeant when I got there. I was the youngest.
"OK! As I said, there have been enough of these pickups that you should know the drill." he said to us. "Just because you came here tonight with someone doesn't mean you have to leave with them. Instant divorces. Don't just point and say 'you're mine'. Get a 'yes' from them. While you don't have to take someone's kids it's heavily encouraged. You should try your selections out. Just because the CAP card sub-score shows a high libido doesn't mean that they'll react to you. Here are card readers. They're very easy to use. It's all touch-screen and you can drill down several layers. Check with these first, and then try them out. Remember that if the CAP sub-scores are what you are looking for that the five foot tall, three hundred pound butterball can be the image of your wet dreams after going through Darjee medical tech. Go get'em!"
I started to turn back and the Sarge said, "Hey, boy. If your girl's a virgin and you want to wait until you're in your pod onboard to take her cherry, get her to blow you... and make sure she swallows."
I nodded and completed my turn back to Holly. She was sitting at the edge of the booth gloriously nude, not even her socks, and holding her CAP card out to me. I popped it into the reader and checked a few things. From the titty feel last week I had gotten the idea that she was hot and her libido score showed it, even if it noted that it was unrealized potential. Smart and loyal, with a low aggressiveness score. Her smarts ran to math. I handed her card back and popped mine in for comparison. We matched pretty well except for the aggressiveness and tolerance sections. Neither one of us had a high nurturing score.
"The Sarge recommends that I try you out." I said. She got a nervous look about her. "I really don't think that this is the time or place to lose either of our virginities." That backed off some of the nervousness. "So what I'm going to require is that I want you to give me a blow job."
The nervousness was back, but she was reaching for my hips. She hooked her thumbs over my belt and pushed down. I'm thin enough that she dropped my pants and shorts without having to undo anything. I had been hardening up since first seeing her beautiful body. Her freckles went right down to the tops of her tits which were topped with quarter sized aureoles and pencil eraser sized nipples that I knew grew to double the length when excited. She was sitting so I still hadn't seen much of her pussy, but I did see a light covering of fine red hair above the cleft.
"I haven't done anything like..." she started as she reached for my dick.
I interrupted, "You and I are at the exact same level. You know exactly how far I've gone with a girl because you're the girl I've gone farthest with. Seeing and feeling your tits last Saturday was my high point in life. We'll learn together."
Holly reached out and held my dick while she looked at this new thing in her life. I'm not a super stud, being only six inches, and I'm circumcised. She ran her hand up and down my rod a couple times, marveling at the hard softness of it and the way the skin allowed the movement. By the time she had given me only a couple strokes I could have hammered nails. Then she leaned in and kissed the head. I almost lost it then. Then her mouth opened wide and she took me in. OH! MY! GOD! She started bobbing her head and she either had done online research or was naturally talented... or both. I reached down and was able to tweak her nipples. It wasn't long before I felt myself going over the edge, but I didn't have either the time or the brain power to warn her when I let loose. Suddenly I was pumping jet after jet of cum into her mouth. I saw her valiant attempts to swallow, but some jizz dribbled out of her mouth and onto her tits.
When I had stopped spurting she backed off of me, opened her mouth to show me my remaining semen and then swallowed.
"Did I do good?" she asked.
"Oh, God, Holly, that was GREAT!" I gasped. I stood her up and kissed her. A full french kiss with lots of tongue. Yeah, I tasted me, but the way I figure it if a girl is going to give you that much pleasure the least you can do is to show your appreciation. She returned the kiss with vigor.
We broke the kiss and I said, "Lay down on the table, knees up, feet and butt on the edge. I'm going to return the favor."
Her eyes got wide, but she followed instruction quickly. I knelt down before this beautiful altar of femininity and got my first close-up look at a girl's pussy. Yeah, I'd seen close-ups online and I knew the general geography, but this was real. Holly's bush was a light coating of red, mostly above her slit. She must have been excited too because her inner labia were slightly open showing the pinkness inside and there was a juiciness to the area. I could see a small clitoris, maybe BB sized, peeking out from the clitoral hood.
I got my nose closer and inhaled. What a beautiful... and addicting... odor. To exhale I turned it into a blow aimed at her clit. She gasped and I leaned in for a broad tongue swipe from her perineum to her clit. Another gasp and I felt her hands settle of my head. I continued licking all over the area spending maybe half of the time near her clit. She was lightly rolling her hips and there was a moan that was increasing in volume. I got my nose near her clit and was rubbing there when I stuck my tongue out as far as I could and into her vagina. The taste was incredible. There was a growl and her hands pushed my head down as if she were trying to stuff it into her. I continued tonguing her love channel and she just pushed down harder. About then I noticed that I didn't have any breathing room. Nose and mouth both were plastered to pussy. I tried to lift my head, but Holly was not letting me. She gave a wordless howl in a pitch that had to have dogs in a quarter mile wincing. Then her hips give a little jerk and the pressure of her hands went away.
I got my head up, took a deep breath and looked at her face. It was completely flushed and her eyes said that while the lights were on nobody was home. I stood up. Suddenly there was occupancy again and she bounced off of the table and kissed me.
"Oh, you wonderful man!" she gushed when we broke the kiss. "That was the most exciting thing ever!"
I held her at arms' length and asked, "Holly O'Hara, do you consent to be my concubine?"
The sergeant had been being polite and had used ‘companion', but the news media had been using ‘concubine' and explaining just what that meant for those selected for a while. Basically it was chattel slavery.
Holly's eyes got big and she did a big inhale and then said in a formal tone, "Yes, I consent to be the concubine of Matthew Patterson. Thank you!"
"OK," I said, "let's go find three more girls."
I turned to the back of the Villa Roma and finally noticed what else was going on. Holly's gasp behind me told me that she also was surprised... though with our actions in the last little bit neither one of us should have been surprised at the scene before us.
One of the female Sponsors and one of the guys were standing near the sergeant with four naked people, three women and a guy along with six kids. The other female Sponsor was eating out a girl at one of the booths and had a naked guy fucking her from behind. The other four male sponsors were variously fucking, eating, getting blown and checking cards.
I looked around to see who wasn't involved as yet and spotted the fembot table. That's what the four girls sitting there called themselves. They were part of the Brain Trust and specialized in computers. Between them they could build a computer, set it up, program it and network it. Ages ranged from my sixteen to eighteen. I moved in their direction.
Their gaze slid across me and took in Holly walking nude behind me. There were two grins, a frown and an outright sour expression on their faces.
Janice, the sour one and oldest, said "Oh, look, it's Ho-lly and the door Matt." The stress on the ‘ho' did not endear her to me.
Carlie, one of the grinners and a Junior, said "Lighten up Janice or you'll never get picked. I assume, Matt, that you're a Sponsor and are looking for bedwarmers." She held her CAP card out to me.
I grinned back, took the card, and said "Sure am. You volunteering?" She nodded her head vigorously. "Get naked then."
Janice griped, "Just what I'd suspect from a little horndog like you."
"Janice, why are you sitting here?" I said in a very cool voice, "Shouldn't you be up front with the rest of the Swarm food?"
She was seated on the outside of the booth. She bounced out and started to swing at me. I was ready for the block, but in mid-swing there was a ZAP noise and she screeched and went boneless.
SGT Frederics said, "There will be no violence here. That girl is OK. She'll wake in an hour with the world's biggest headache. Needless to say, she's not being picked. You there, big guy up front. Please go back and haul her up to that end of the restaurant."
This happened and I turned to the other girls. Carlie was almost naked. Donna and Sherri had shocked looks on the faces. I said "You two might as well get naked or join Janice up front. If you want off this rock you need to sell yourselves and hiding your bodies in sweat suits isn't going to get you any offers. Carlie, when you're ready, slip around to the next booth and get ready to blow me."
Carlie looked nervous, Donna and Sherri looked shocked and Holly was grinning like a mad woman. Carlie finished her contortions and tapped Sherri to let her out. Sherri stood, got out of the way and Carlie went to the next booth. Sherri sat back down.
Carlie Zielinski was a seventeen-year-old Polish girl with a flair for programming and networking. She was five foot five weighing about one-forty, a bit pudgy, but nicely curved. An open square face with big, with wide blue eyes and beautiful, high cheekbones framed by shoulder length dark blonde hair. Her bush was darker than her head, but still blonde and her tits were a hefty C-cup, maybe even a D-cup crowned with large oval areolae and little fingertip sized nipples.
I moved to Carlie and dropped trou again. I stepped out of them as it looked like this is where I'd be for a bit. She didn't waste too much time between looking at my kielbasa and starting to suck. For the distraction I looked at her card. Another high intelligence, loyal, high libido (unrealized) with low aggressiveness and nurturing scores. The low aggressiveness and shyness were why she was a 5.9.
I said, "It says here that you're a virgin. Is that right?"
She came off my prong and replied, "Yup! But I'm willing.", and dived back on.
While I had softened quite a bit, I had not really lost too much readiness. Carlie's efforts seemed a little more experienced than Holly's to me and I had gotten hard again.
I heard Holly talking to the other girls and then she went out into left field, "Just thought of a math joke. What's the square root of 69?" Pause. "Eight something!!!"
Everyone groaned, remember we're all Brain Trust, including Carlie groaning around my cock. That almost set me off. I controlled myself and then had a flash of inspiration. Blowjobs and nudity were good for checking willingness to obey. I had two more girls to ‘interview'. Did I really think I had four shots in me? The best I'd ever done jacking off was three in a two-hour period while watching porn. I didn't think the marines were going to give us that long.
"OK, Carlie." I told her. "You passed that test, now get up on the table like Holly did. You saw that didn't you?"
Carlie let loose my dick with reluctance and replied, "Yes, that was pretty intense. Are you going to eat me?"
"Oh yeah!" I sighed, looking at my second closeup muff. Carlie had a more protruding set of inner lips and a larger clit. The aroma was a bit different, but still heavenly. I dived in for a reprise of my session with Holly. First I gave her a lick from asshole to clit with attendant gasps from Carlie. I noticed that instead of holding my head she had grabbed the table edges and was hanging on for dear life. With her I was able to occasionally get the clit between tongue and teeth, which made her hips buck wildly. When I pulled the nose at clit and tongue in vagina trick she damn near bucked me off. I hung in there and in a few moments Carlie began yelling "OhGod. OhGod! OHGOD!! OhGodOhGodOhGod!" and ended in a scream with her hips jumping so much I got a fat lip out of it. Her honey tasted at least as good as Holly's had. I was addicted.
I waited until Carlie was back to this plane of existence and helped her off of the table. She flowed into my arms and kissed me. When we broke the kiss I held her away from me and said "Carlie Zielinski, do you consent to be my concubine?"
Carlie shouted, "Yes! Oh, God Yes! I most definitely want to be the concubine of Matthew Patterson."
Holly grinned and said "Welcome to the harem, Sister." and hugged her.
I looked over and Donna and Sherri were wearing smiles and their CAP cards. I decide to look at them both before I did anything else. Sherri was another exact match with a 6.0 who was even shyer than Carlie. Donna had a 5.6 with high intelligence and libido who was very shy and so nonaggressive as to be a doormat. I drilled down a bit farther and saw a submissive streak that could, under the right circumstances, get her killed. I wasn't sure how I was going to break the news that I really didn't want a submissive as a concubine. So naturally I put it off.
"You two are virgins?" I asked. "How far have you gotten with a guy?"
Both blushed and Sherri replied "I've given some guys blow jobs. I'd been hoping that they would take me out, but it hasn't worked. A few have played with my tits. Nothing more than a few kisses."
Donna stammered "Nothing, I've done nothing. Momma won't let me date."
"OK, Sherri," I told her, "Since you've done this before you're next. Blow me."
Sherri Esposito was sixteen and an outright fat girl who could take a pile of scrap electronic parts and create a working computer. Five foot three, about one-seventy-five, she was round. Her acne scarred round face was framed by lank short black hair. Hazel eyes hid behind thick glasses. Her droopy boobs were big, DD-cup maybe with big areolas and thumb-sized nipples. She had a forest of black curls at her crotch.
She was very willing, but spent quite a few moments petting the python. Then she started little kisses on the tip and down the shaft. Licking was next. Finally she went for broke and engulfed me. I was more than ready. Two muff dives separated by a good, but partial blowjob. I swear Sherri could suck start a Harley. When she started using her tongue and humming I lost it. One second I was sort of in control and the next I was filling Sherri's mouth with cum. Talented. She swallowed it all.
"Wow!" was all I could say. "Wow."
She grinned up at me and asked, "Do I get eaten out now? I've always wanted that, but no one would return the favor."
"Yeah," I answered "you do. I want to see your responses. You saw Holly and Carlie. Assume the position."
She gingerly got on the table and spread her legs wide. For such a big girl she had a very small twat with thinner lips than Holly's. Her clit, though, was as big as the first joint of my little finger. I guessed that would really drive her nuts, as easy to stimulate as something that size would be.
She kept herself clean and all that I smelled was aroused woman. I parted the thick bush as much as possible. I still ended with a hairy tongue and made a vow that would change. My first lick gave me a taste about mid way between Holly and Sherri. Ambrosia! I swirled my tongue around that big clit and Sherri duplicated Carlie's move by grabbing the table edge with white knuckles. When I gave that clit a little nip she started moaning and her feet moved from the table corners to over my back. This gave me less room to work, so I went to my final phase and applied nose to clit and tongue as far up her joy box as I could. The moan turned to a gasp and then I couldn't hear anything because Sherri locked her ankles together and clamped my head. I could breathe, sort of, but I wasn't going anywhere. Carrying all that weight had given Sherri leg muscles of iron. I continued lapping and poking my tongue in waiting for the orgasm that would release me. I got my wish and she climaxed. Be careful what you wish for. Before she relaxed, she tightened up. My head felt like it was going to explode like a cantaloupe smashed between two boards. Then I was free.
Sherri had just flopped, like a puppet with all her strings cut. I wiggled free and stood watching her reassemble herself. She looked absolutely satisfied. Then she smiled at me and said, "That was the single most awesome thing to EVER happen to me. Oh, please take me!"
"Sherri Esposito, do you consent to be my concubine?" I asked.
Sherri closed her eyes and sighed, "Thank you God! Yes! A dream come true! I very much want to be the concubine of Matthew Patterson."
As I turned to Donna this lady walked up to me. I recognized her as one of the waitresses. She was in her late twenties or low thirties and was fairly good looking. The guy who owned Villa Roma figured that the wait staff had to look good and hired that way. This, of course, was enhanced by the fact that she was nude. She was five-foot-seven and maybe one-forty. Shoulder length dark auburn hair above and below. Her face was neither pretty or ugly, just a face with grey eyes. She was sporting a nice set of C-cup breasts with aureolas that were two inches across with half inch wide nipples.
"Excuse me," she said.
I noticed one of the marines bringing up his stunner. Nothing really hostile yet, just prepared.
"Yes?" I cleverly replied.
"I'm Barbara Bailey, " she said, "and would you let me make my pitch. If you don't like it I'll get out of your hair with no further hassle."
Donna's eyes got wide and she cringed.
"Here's the pitch." she continued as she handed me her CAP card. "I'm twenty-nine and I have two kids, a girl who's eight and a boy who's six. The man who laughingly calls himself my husband runs around on me a lot so I won't miss him if you pick me. But I really want to take my kids with me. You're young and are choosing young girls. I've had kids, so I can help your girls cope with at least their first pregnancies. I raised my two without much input from my old man. I think they're good kids and I can help raise everybody's kids. I LIKE kids. I wanted to be a teacher."
As she was talking, I was looking at the 5.0 CAP card. It showed good intelligence and loyalty, but mostly to immediate family. High libido, the highest number so far. Nonaggressive except that if you threatened her kids you were in BIG trouble. Her nurturing score was really high.
I looked at Donna and then back at the room. There were still two guys trying to find the perfect girl.
I raised my voice and said "Either of you guys looking for a submissive?"
One of the guys whipped his head around and headed over to me. He was looking at Barbara.
"Not her." I said, and pointed to Donna. "Her. By the way, she's a virgin."
He raised his eyebrows, looked at Donna who isn't bad to look at and asked for her card. I turned back to Barbara. She had a pensive look.
"I liked your pitch." I said. "My name is Matt Patterson. Your coming to me gave me an out. I wasn't taking Donna anyway because she's way too submissive. Some submissiveness in a concubine is good, but I like some spirit, too. She's been a friend at school and I like her enough to let her try to survive off this rock."
Barbara smiled and said, "To each his own. At least you tried."
"Now for you." I said. "I've come twice already. If you can get me hard and at least start a blowjob we'll go to the next step."
Barbara dropped to her knees and expertly began jacking me. I reached down to play with those tits. She was good and it didn't take long before I was hard and in her mouth. She was good! Sherri sucked harder, and I could imagine the two of them trading techniques and giving the other girls lessons. I noticed Donna was blowing the guy I had sicced on her. While Barbara was doing a really fine job, I could feel that it was going to take a while before I could splooge again. I stopped her and got her up on the table for my treat.
Her pussy had thin outer lips and full protruding inner lips. Her clit was the size of a pea. The aroma was divine. Her reaction to the initial lick was to hold onto the table and to go into a full split with her legs dangling. OK, this was good. Really fine access. I lapped like a madman, licking and nipping. She started rolling her hips, about like Holly had done, and she was panting. On the exhales she was babbling, "Oh, Honey. Oh yes! Good God, where did you learn that? Oh, SHIT that's good! O wow! Oh! Oh! Oh, wow!" The words were just spilling out. I went for my finale and went nose to clit and tongue in cunt. She let out a little screech and I was almost drowned in a flood of sweet tasting dew. Another screech and another flood. Shit, I WAS drowning! I had girl juice down my throat and up my nose. How that happened I haven't a clue. I didn't think my nose was near her vagina. I backed off and snorted so that I could breathe again.
When Barbara's eyes uncrossed I said, "Barbara Bailey, do you consent to be my concubine?" I asked.
Barbara gulped a deep breath and replied, "Yeah, shure, you betcha! I want to be your concubine, Matt Patterson." She paused and continued "If you'll take my kids, too."
"I wouldn't dream of leaving them." I said. "The sergeant pointedly suggested that that was the way the Confederation wanted it and I have no desire to separate a mother from her kids. Especially a mother as caring as your sub-scores say you are."
I went over and got my pants on. I saw Donna and three other women blinking out of view after stepping on a blue disk that was on the floor. I saw that we wouldn't be the last through the transporter as there was still a guy who only had one woman trailing him.
As we went over to the transporter I mused that even though I had almost suffocated, gotten a fat lip and had my skull almost crushed and had nearly drowned I loved eating pussy and looked forward to doing it even more.
That, my IQ, and my love of languages had made me a cunning linguist.
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