Chapter 1

The transport ship's hold was filled far beyond capacity. An extraordinary number of people had just been extracted from the Queen's garden party. The noise level increased, a symptom of the rising sense of fear and loss as many in the crowd began to realise what had happened to them.

At Princess Elizabeth's suggestion, the Royal fanfare briefly calmed and quieted the confused group. Overly-loud instructions to sit down were immediately obeyed, but the noise level soon began to rise again.

As the marines struggled to maintain order, Princess Elizabeth and her newly formed entourage were whisked out of the hold and directed to medical. As they walked, Tracy showed some fortitude when she told the group � including the Princess � to quiet down. Elizabeth noticed and was thankful for that display of leadership, however small.

As they were one of the first groups there, they were quickly cycled through the medical pods. Elizabeth and her concubines John, Gail, Jenny and Heather were first. Tracy, Mandy, and the young, unattached brother and sister, Janice and Jeremy were second. All were finished before Elizabeth. Mandy was a late addition to the troupe, assigned as Elizabeth reached the transport pod.

Elizabeth emerged from the pod, fully clothed, with the impression that no time had passed. The noise in medical had risen greatly, and efforts to calm and quiet the crowd were seen everywhere. She found her entire troupe huddled around her medical pod, all nude except for the two youngsters.

All of the adults were in states of distress over their nudity. Some had tried shrinking themselves inward and using their hands to cover themselves. Others were more resigned and, despite faces blushing crimson, were standing straight, arms at their sides. John was thankful that mortification was an excellent antidote to an erection. There was a vast quantity of exposed female flesh on display. He thought he would have died of shame.

When she asked Tracy how long they had had to wait, Elizabeth was startled when the AI responded in her head, "You were in the pod for 36 minutes." Tracy's response, less precise, longer, and more deferential, didn't fully register with Elizabeth. The AI in her head continued, "You are to proceed with your party to your housing pod. Follow the glowing yellow line, please."

"John," said Elizabeth, "the AI wants us to go to our pod. The yellow line will lead us there. Will you go first, please? Gail, will you see that none of us gets lost along the way?" With a nod, John led them off. Some in the group found it difficult to walk while bent forward and trying to hide their bodies. The corridor was empty and, after a short distance, the crowd noise completely subsided. In the silence and suddenly alone, some were at least able to walk more upright. Soon, the bright yellow glow ended at a doorway.

John tried to find a door handle or other means of opening the door, to no avail. "How does one open this door?" he said. There was no reply. After a brief wait, Elizabeth approached the door. Finding no apparent opener, she said, "AI, how does this open?" The door silently slid open. Elizabeth stepped through a spacious foyer into a large room. The rest of the group followed. The door remained open.

"AI, please close the door," said Elizabeth. Showing some exasperation, she said, "It is customary to close doors after use. It is customary to turn off lights after use. Are you able to do that sort of thing without us having to ask?"

"I am," the AI said in her head. "Do you wish me to do so?"

"I do," answered Elizabeth. "I should also like you to speak to the room unless it is apparent that I mean otherwise. I also noticed that you did not respond to John."

"Acknowledged," the AI intoned over room speakers. "Unless instructed otherwise, I only respond to sponsors."

Elizabeth said, "In a few minutes, I should like you to lead us on a tour of our new home. When it is time, I should like to begin the tour with an explanation of the rules for interaction between yourself, me, and the rest of us."

"Acknowledged," the AI replied.

Elizabeth turned to the group. "First, I think we need to spend just a few moments together. We all awoke this morning in a different world. We are now all that there is of our family. Most, or all, of the rest of our family is gone. Please join me in the first new-family hug. I hope you can hold out for a while before the enormity of what we have done settles in."

They all came together. The hug was warm and comforting, although some still blanched at the touch upon their bare skin. Some sniffles and a few tears were shushed away with murmurs of support. The hug ended.

"AI," Elizabeth said, "when we finish our tour, I should like us all to be able to sit comfortably as a group so we can talk."

"This room will be configured to suit your need. The seating will be ready when the tour is finished."

As requested by Elizabeth, the AI led the tour with commentary about how to live in the pod and how to deal with the AI. Elizabeth unblocked constraints by the AI against her concubines as they were discovered. The main floor was shown to have an office, the living room they had just left, a fully equipped kitchen with a replicator and eating area, a large full bathroom, the master bedroom, and a number of closets and storage areas.

The AI showed and explained the use of the lift. The adults went upstairs. The children found the lift to be their first toy. They went up and down repeatedly while the adults were shown the layout and use of the upper level. Jenny finally herded the children into the playroom. When they began to grasp the capacity of the AI to entertain them, the kids were nearly apoplectic with excitement. After calming them down somewhat, the adults left the kids to play whilst they adjourned to the living room.

When they returned to the living room, they found furniture in something of a rectangle, two four-person sofas facing each other and two two-person love seats facing each other. Some of them were still in distress over their nudity, and covered themselves as fully as possible. The group slowly resigned themselves to their fate and relaxed their hands.

When they had all settled in, Elizabeth said, "All of us know the story of what usually happens in the pods. The sponsor � a man � guides his concubines � women � into the pod. They don't know him. They don't know each other. Regardless, they immediately all go straight to bed. The women gladly take him into their bodies. He fills them with his seed, one after the other, over and over again, a perpetual orgy, and they all live happily ever after."

She looked over the group. A few were plainly embarrassed simply to be listening to such talk. "That isn't exactly what I have in mind, partly because I am a virgin." Everyone grinned. "Oh, never fear: I intend to remedy that defect in the near future." More chuckles.

"Your Highness�" began Gail.

Elizabeth held her hand palm up, signalling a stop. As her gaze moved from one nude person to the next, it was plain that she was gathering herself up. At last, she stood and silently began to undress. Her dress slid down her shoulders and into a heap on the floor. When they realised what she was doing, a couple averted their eyes. The rest watched with rapt attention. After a brief moment, she reached for and released her bra, which joined the dress. Finally, she hooked her thumbs into the band of her panties and drew them down until they too fell to the floor. She stepped free of the clothing and used her foot to gently slide the pile to the side of her chair. After she captured and briefly held each pair of eyes, she sat down. Still she was quiet.

"I can't be 'Your Highness' in my own home. Imagine: 'Oh, listen to Her Highness cry out her orgasm!'" Big grins split all their faces. Many chuckled. "Your Highness eats my pussy so well!" The chuckles became peals of laughter.

"There is no doubt that I will have important duties in the colony," she continued. She was obviously pleased with herself. "I don't know what they will be. I don't know how we will be organised. In public, I shall require the respect and deference due my station. At home, I cannot be addressed by you with my title. Even my name, Elizabeth, is not a suitable endearment. Think about that for a bit."

She sighed. "Until this morning," she said, "I was a child in the household of my mother. Oh, yes, I was a princess, with all the benefits � and burdens � that that entails. Still, I was a child. Now, in almost a single moment, I am an adult. I am head of a household, a rather large household already and one that is sure to grow, perhaps by ten-fold! But, here before you, I am in many ways the least of us � a mere teenager! � responsible for not only this family but doubtless far more.

"As the Americans say, 'We aren't in Kansas anymore, Toto'. The colony has been designed to transplant every possible thing that is quintessentially British. In some ways, we will be lucky to have things, and customs, and language that are deeply familiar and comforting to us. At the same time much, much of what we have relied upon in our daily lives has been turned on its head. We must learn to live together as a family, to love each other, and to grow and prosper."

Again, she looked at them in turn, a coy smile on her face. "We have a lot to talk about. I really cannot afford now to compete for your attention," she said as she turned her gaze towards John's lap. John was mortified. More than one of the women was scandalised, their eyes as big as saucers. "I think I am the only one in this room who has never seen an erect penis � a hard cock. I for one would like to see it spurt. Perhaps it will subside and I will be able to seize your undivided attention!"

Tracy and Heather sat on each side of John. Tracy cautiously reached over and wrapped her hand around John's rock-hard, purple cock. John's blush was as deep red as Elizabeth had ever seen. John was leaning back on the sofa as though he wished he could hide. Tracy gathered the copiously flowing lubricant and began to slide her hand downward. Soon, Heather moved her hand forward and laid it on John's thigh. Tracy reached out and guided Heather's hand to John's cock. Once Heather started to move her hand, Tracy brought her own hand down to stroke John's balls.

That was all it took. Great gouts of white fluid rocketed into the air and landed on John's chest. Some even landed well up his neck. Gasps of shock and amazement filled the room. When he had finished, Heather withdrew her cum-covered hand. She looked around the room and then slowly brought her hand to her mouth. She carefully cleaned her hand, swallowing his cum. More gasps were heard. When she was done, she smiled shyly.

Tracy took the time to clean his cock as best she could with her fingers. She made no pretence � she cleaned her fingers in her mouth and then began to scoop the goo from John's chest. Heather cautiously followed suit. Both were blushing down to the tops of their breasts.

Elizabeth stood and carefully approached John. She slowly moved her finger to his chest and scooped up a glob. She looked at the stuff on her finger, rubbed her fingers together, smelled, and finally licked her fingers. After a moment to judge, she grinned and popped the rest into her mouth.

She leaned forward again and scooped up another glob. This time, she captured John's eyes and slowly brought her finger to his lips. As she offered the glob, he started to turn away, never taking his eyes from hers. After a slight hesitation, he turned his face back toward her finger and accepted her gift. He made a point of swallowing and then shyly grinned at her. That elicited both gasps of disapproval and groans of desire.

Keeping her eyes fixed on John's, she slowly reached down and scooped some moisture from between her nether lips. She offered this to John, who gladly accepted. His eyes sparkled and his face glowed, heedless of the attention paid by everyone else.

The spell was broken when the AI announced visitors at the door. Tracy opened the door and two missiles shot past her into the living room. "Mommy, Mommy!" they screamed as they launched themselves into the arms of Jenny. Nine-year-old Stephanie and seven-year-old Michael had been picked up.

"AI, what time is it?" Elizabeth said.

"Ship time is 15:24," came the disembodied reply.

"What time is it at home?" asked Elizabeth.

"Ship time is 15:24," was the response.

"Oh, good," John chirped, "a cheeky AI."

Exasperated, Elizabeth growled, "What time is it in London?"

"It is presently 18:46 Greenwich Mean Time," the AI sniffed.

Elizabeth turned to the group. The children were both excitedly talking to their mother. Several other side conversations were heard. Elizabeth clapped her hands. "Would someone figure out how to get some food for us? Maybe something like an assortment of cut fruit, an assortment of meats, an assortment of cheeses, and an assortment of breads and crackers? Can someone else collect drink orders and then fill them? AI, please help them."

Chapter 2

After a flurry of activity, food and drink, platters and plates, tableware and napkins were marshalled and delivered to the living room. The AI helped by producing a coffee table that made a serviceable buffet.

Janice and Jeremy were brought down and made to eat and drink with everyone else. The talk started off slowly, partly because they all felt out of their element, and partly because they were all famished. Once everyone was served and they were well into their meal, the conversations slowly began with introductions and brief histories.

Nobody really knew anybody else. Well, everyone knew *The Princess*, but none of them knew *Elizabeth*. Early on at the pickup, Gail Meadowlark, 43, had been assigned to the 14-year-old Princess as a mother figure, to help stabilise the "family". Gail had been on the staff of the Queen.

Next, Elizabeth had selected John Stewart, 17, from a group representing the Highland Society. Her brother Andrew had made his first concubine selection, Wendy, from that same group.

The Royal couple had then turned to the catering staff and had collected the remainder of their families. Elizabeth's selections included Heather Miles, 22, Jenny Sanders, 39, and Tracy Goodall, 44. They had been co-workers with the catering company, but none of them knew much about the others' personal lives. During the course of the meal, Heather's two-year-old son Martin was delivered to the family, bringing his mother to tears of joy and relief. By the new standard, Gail's children and Tracy's children were adults.

The pickup had taken place at a party on the grounds of Buckingham Palace. The announced occasion for the party was the introduction of Prince Andrew and Princess Elizabeth into public life. The party guests had been primarily children, over 10,000 children and young adults from all walks of life and from throughout the kingdom.

There had also been a large number of catering and entertainment staff, together with a large number of parents escorting invited children. These, too, were eligible to be picked up as volunteers or selected as concubines.

When the nearly one thousand volunteers had selected all of their concubines, there remained a large number of unescorted children and a number of women. In accordance with law, the unescorted children were parcelled out to the volunteers in twos and threes. Siblings Janice, 12, and Jeremy, 10, had been assigned to Elizabeth.

To manage the volunteers' unexpected children, some of the volunteers were allotted an extra 'mother' over and above the volunteer's allotment. When Andrew and Elizabeth reached the terminus, the marines didn't know whether the Royals were to be assigned still another 'extra mother.' Andrew, knowing a good thing when he saw it, fixed his steely gaze on the marines, who promptly made the additional assignments. Mandy Young was assigned to Elizabeth. Mandy turned out to be a widowed 35-year-old teacher.

Mandy's daughter Amy, 13, was also delivered to the pod during the meal. Amy soon appeared to get on famously with Janice and, to a lesser extent, with Jeremy. The children appeared to be glad to incorporate Jenny's children Stephanie and Michael into their cabal.

When they finished eating, the children made to escape upstairs. Gail, nominally 'mother' to the entire troupe, called them back. The food and drink were whisked away and the group re-seated themselves. Tracy made sure the seating was changed, so that all sat next to someone new.

"Children," Gail began, "this is your new home. We, all of these older folks, are now your family. From now on," she said, looking at each child in turn, "you are all brothers and sisters. Soon enough, you will have a steady stream of new brothers and sisters. You know the rules have changed, but you also know about good behaviour. I'm sure much remains to be sorted out about our daily lives. Soon, we will excuse you while we start making some plans." Elizabeth nodded agreement.

"Look around you. All of the adults are nude. I suspect that we will be nude in our home�."

"Always," Elizabeth interjected.

Gail went on, "You, as children, may make your own decision about whether to wear clothes." At that statement, Amy leaped up and began furiously shucking off her clothing. Janice soon followed. Jeremy, Stephanie and Michael overcame their bewilderment and followed suit. When they finished and sat back down, all five faces were crimson.

Amy was obviously pleased with herself. The level of pride went down, and the level of confusion went up in each child as the age declined. Michael didn't know what to think, he just did as the bigger kids had done.

Smiling, Gail took up the instructions again. "You may change your minds as you wish. You can wear pyjamas one night and be nude the next. You can be dressed inside or outside the pod as you fancy."

"Dependents are required to be dressed in public," the AI interjected.

"What was that?" squeaked Amy.

Janice giggled. "I'll tell you all about it when we get upstairs."

"I stand corrected," said Gail. "Now, some of you have not seen the rest of the pod. I want you, Janice, to take the lead on showing the others about the pod and explaining about the AI. There are seven adults and six children � yes, I know, Amy and Janice, you are almost adults, but you aren't yet. I would like you three girls to sleep in one of the upstairs bedrooms, and you two boys to sleep in another bedroom." Gail held up her hand to stop their protests. "I didn't say that you had to go to bed yet. AI, what time is it now?"

"The current time is 17:50," said the AI.

"Now," said Tracy, "I don't know how much you know about the birds and the bees. You have already had an eyeful. We will doubtless have lessons on human anatomy and biology in the near future. Now is not the time to take that up. We will leave it for now that the rules are different than before, the rules have not been explained to you, the rules are very strict, and the punishment is swift, sure, and severe. Girls, if it is not appropriate for Stephanie, don't do it. Boys, if it is not appropriate for Michael, don't do it."

Mandy said, "Does anyone else have something to add?" A mixture of head-shakes and murmured demurrals followed. "Heather, do you want Martin to stay here, or can he go play with the other children?"

"I think he is rather oblivious," Heather said. "He is comfortable knowing that I am here." Martin was squirming in her lap, trying to get down. "It will be his bedtime shortly, but I think he can go play for a while with the rest. Will you girls keep an eye on him?" The girls nodded assent.

Tracy looked at each of the children and then said, "I think you may be excused now." Janice and Jeremy led the children in a race to the lift. Amy held back. She collected Martin from his grateful mother and carried him to the lift. Soon, all of the kids were upstairs in the playroom.

Jenny said, "AI, how shall we keep an eye on their activities? Can you show us, or let us listen to them?"

"I will alert you to any untoward activities or any other trouble," the AI answered. "I will do my best to entice them to remain in the playroom. Your attention to yourselves is important at this time."

"Can you deliver a supply of toys for a two-year-old?" asked Heather.

"The room already contains an assortment of age-appropriate activities," the AI replied.

"AI," Elizabeth said, "do I � do any of us � have any responsibilities outside of the pod tonight?"

"No, you do not. You have all of your concubines and all of their dependents. Your time will best be spent organising yourselves. Please take up the configuration of the children's bedrooms, which must be modified. It will not take long, but the work should be commenced soon."

Tracy parted her knees obscenely, held up a bit of string that emerged from beneath a luxurious mound of hair and said, "I don't know when the orgy starts, but I don't think I ought to participate tonight. I noticed that Heather is in the same condition as I am." Heather's embarrassment was evident.

"What do you mean?" asked John.

Gail said, "Without getting too graphic, John, a woman's womb is something like a spider web. The womb is made ready to capture a fertilised egg. If no egg is captured, the structure is taken down, and a new structure is made. The structure taken down is flushed from the woman's body, and some blood is involved in a process we call having our "period." It is greatly embarrassing for most women. Tracy and Heather are in that stage right now. We will teach you � we will show you � a woman's anatomy. You will show us a man's anatomy. But not tonight."

"Thank you, Gail," said Heather. "That was very good. My Martin is too young to understand his new life, and will be fine. I think the other children are going to 'crash and burn', if you will, as their new situation begins to sink in. I think the first rough time for them will be when they try to go to sleep tonight. I think it was a very good idea to have them sleep together, but perhaps one or two of us ought also to sleep upstairs as well?"

"Well," said a grinning Tracy, "since we've taken ourselves out of the orgy, would you like to sleep with me tonight? Will you let me spoon up to you? Will I get a kiss goodnight?" Her apparent boldness was tempered by a deep blush.

"That sounds very much like killing two birds with one stone," answered Heather with her own grin. "AI, can you arrange the bedrooms with a bed for each of the girls in one room, a bed for each of the boys and a crib for Martin in one room and, in the third room, a bed for Tracy and me?"

"Acknowledged. The room modifications will be complete in sixty-seven minutes. The boy Martin can be put to bed any time after sixteen minutes from now. The other modifications will proceed without disturbing Martin. The boy is displaying evidence of exhaustion, and you should consider winding up his day. It is not necessary that you do so now, but soon."

"Thank you, AI," said Heather. "Will you please supply some nappies and pyjamas that will fit Martin? Please also get a couple of pacifiers."

"The requested items will be in the replicator in a few moments," the AI answered.

Elizabeth asked, "Will you be gone for the rest of the night when you put Martin to bed?"

"No," replied Heather, "I should be able to change his clothes, tuck him into bed and be back downstairs in about ten minutes."

"Oh, good," Elizabeth sighed. "We really have quite a bit to talk about, and I would like you to be part of the discussion. I am feeling daunted. I'm 14 years old. This is suddenly a lot for me."

Jenny said, "I think you have done a splendid job so far, Your Highness. I know that you don't want to be called that, but rest assured that we are all here to make you successful � to make us all successful, and happy, and fulfilled. Do your best, and please let us help you."

"Thank you, Jenny," Elizabeth said. She turned her gaze to each of them, her smile beatific. "Thank you all for your help and support so far. I intend that we become a family and not just a breeding unit. Being family means love. I command your obedience already. I must earn your love and affection. I intend to do that every day.

"Enough mushy for now. Let's take a break while Heather puts Martin to bed."

Chapter 3

Again, the seating positions were changed. "Before I launch into serious matters," Elizabeth said, "I want to tell you that I love to tease. I love to be teased. I want you to know now that my teasing is meant to be good-hearted. If I intend a rebuke, I hope it will be obvious. I worry that there are so many of us, who will be living so close together, that feelings might get hurt and might stay that way for too long. I hope, and I mean, to have any rebuke solve the problem and then be forgotten. If I hurt your feelings, I hope you will draw me into a hug and let me know I have hurt you. Can we do that?" She received smiles and nods all around.

"Well, then. At the beginning of our discussion, I gave you what I think of as the standard method of breaking in a habitat pod. I am the sponsor. If I were a man, and if I weren't a virgin, I would take my concubines to bed and have my way with as many of them as I wanted. I am *not* a man, and I *am* a virgin. I don't intend to lose my cherry tonight, either.

"I could just say, 'you and you, go fuck John stupid while I watch and, you, come eat my pussy.' I'm not keen on doing that, either. Now, I am out of the hunt for tonight, and Tracy and Heather are out of the hunt. I don't feel very good about pressuring Gail, Jenny, and Mandy into volunteering to take on John. So, let's suppose there won't be any sex tonight.

"I think we might just plan on a lot of cuddling, maybe some kissing, and perhaps some touching. If someone wants to take it further, and John gets lucky, I for one will be very happy, because I am a *complete* virgin. I have never been kissed. Until tonight, my body had never been seen, except by my doctors. I have never been touched by anyone. I feel like a kid in a candy store. I want to try *everything.* Watching John's fountain earlier really got me going. I'm glad the AI can clean up, because I was sitting in a puddle of my own juices. I sit before you, as horny as I think I have ever been.

"Which brings me to another point: how will you relate to me? 'Hey, Princess, wanna fuck?'" That brought chuckles all around. "How will you relate to each other? It is easier to tell when John needs attention � his flagpole will be standing up, waving around. How will he tell who is interested? Will we girls take a number?

"And what about girl-girl contact? Can I give you a squeeze without it being a proposition? What if I just want to caress your breasts? Or your arse, or your pussy? And if we *do* want some action, how can we comfortably let someone know? How does one gracefully decline without hurting feelings? These are things I want you to think about so we can discuss them later.

"Right now, we should talk about sleeping arrangements for tonight, for the next few days, and for the future. Presently we are seven adults. Tonight, Tracy and Heather will sleep upstairs near the children. I have held the floor long enough. Please share your thoughts."

Elizabeth's candour and her unpretentiousness were visibly leading the entire group to begin to relax about their state of undress.

"I think you have raised many good points," said Gail. "I think that those comments reflect who you are and your unique, to us, background.

"I think the answers will come partly with more discussion and partly just naturally as we become completely comfortable with each other. Right now, I am not comfortable in my body. I feel rather fat and ugly. I probably won't push the envelope tonight."

"Gail, the next topic after sleeping arrangements will be body alterations," Elizabeth said. "It is my plan that each and every one of you be sculpted into the exact body you have always wanted. I want you to be proud to let anybody, any time, gawk at your beauty."

Jenny said, "AI, do you have any insight to this? Is there anything that can be called 'typical?' What points should we keep in mind?"

"Most humans," the AI answered, "do not share a bed in groups of more than two or three. There are occasional groupings of larger size, but they are transitory. Over the next few days, each of you will experience markedly increased levels of desire. It is well established that intimate relations promote bonding, especially during the initial journey to the colony. The greater your intimate participation with others, the stronger and faster will bonding occur."

That brought flashes of discomfort to a few faces.

"Could we all sleep in the same room, but in several beds?" asked Heather.

The AI said, "An arrangement where three sleep in one bed, and two each in two other beds, could be established. If you please, additional beds can be added at some other time."

"That would hold us until Amy reaches 14," Tracy said. "How long will that be?"

Mandy said, "Amy won't be 14 for seven more months."

John said, "That sounds like as good a plan as any. We can change the plan later if we need to. AI, how long will it take to modify the bedroom?"

"If humans remain out of the room, then the modifications would be complete in one hundred forty two minutes" the AI said.

"What if one or more of us wants to go to sleep without having to listen to cries of passion?" put in Jenny.

"That is not a problem," the AI responded. "Any who wish silence may have it at their request."

"Do it," said Elizabeth.

"Acknowledged," responded the AI.

"Now, we get to the fun part!" exclaimed Heather.

Mandy's retort was, "What do you mean, girl? You look your age, and I'll wager that's what every other woman in the room wants." Her big grin belied the sharpness of her words.

"Ladies, ladies," said Jenny.

Elizabeth said, "How shall we do this? If the outcome is exactly what you've always dreamed of, do you object to doing it in front of the rest of us?" There was no objection. "Well, then, AI, can you help us with this? Let's start with John, the only man. There may be some detail that more than one woman would want to take into account."

A full-size hologram of John appeared atop the coffee table. "Whoa," said Tracy, "that's too high. May we remove the coffee table?"

The hologram disappeared. John moved the coffee table to a corner of the room, out of the way. When he was re-seated, the hologram reappeared, standing on the floor.

Jenny said, "I'm not willing to kibitz on this kind of thing, especially with other women. I'm afraid I'll hurt someone's feelings."

"I think the right way is to have the person � with Elizabeth � work through any desired changes," Tracy said. "If they get done and that person wants our input, then we ought to say what we think. We can be honest and still be diplomatic." Everyone agreed.

"John, you're up," said Elizabeth. "What would you like to see changed?"

A deeply embarrassed John watched the image of himself. "AI, are there changes that are required? Do you have recommendations?"

"John, age 17, height 5' 11", weight 13 stone 3. You are a concubine," the AI said, "and your duties will be as your sponsor instructs. Albion is a breeder colony. Although a 17-year-old male is nearly optimised for reproduction, some reproductive modifications will be made. These scheduled modifications will not be visible. No other changes are recommended."

"How embarrassing," John said. "Would you show us what I would look like at age 18 and at age 21, please?" The holographic image morphed into an 18-year-old. That image was held for about a minute. As they watched, the image morphed again into a 21-year-old. Both images showed the maturing of his facial features and in his body, but the differences were not pronounced. A minute later, the image morphed back to that of the 17-year-old John.

"I don't see a whole lot of difference," John said as he turned toward Elizabeth. "I don't really have a preference. I would like to know your opinion. If you are willing, I'd like the opinions of the whole group."

"Ladies, this hunk says he is embarrassed," Elizabeth smirked. "I will have none of that from any of you. We are too many. We cannot afford not to be honest with each other. Gently honest, but always honest. I'm sorry, John. Everyone in this room wants to know: how big is your dick?" All of the women tittered.

John covered his face with his hands. "The concubine John has an erect length of seven point one inches, and a diameter of two point two inches," the AI reported. More titters.

"We could have a lot of fun at John's expense, ladies," Elizabeth said. "I think that would be a very bad start to our lives together. I plan to make myself eighteen and make few other changes. John really is a hunk. I propose that he be made eighteen years old and leave it at that." Cheers and applause made it clear that all agreed.

"Acknowledged."

"AI, please show me as I am now and then as I would appear at age eighteen," said Elizabeth. The image of John disappeared and an image of Elizabeth appeared.

"Sponsor Elizabeth Windsor, age 14, height 5' 5", weight 7 stone 4," the AI intoned.

"You realise, don't you," said Mandy, "that nearly all of us will adopt the changes you make for yourself." There were murmurs of agreement.

Elizabeth answered, "I hadn't thought of that, but I rather understand, even if it doesn't exactly make sense. Let me tell you this: I said that you may have yourselves sculpted into the body you have always wanted. I said it, and I meant it. However, I pray that none of you becomes a living Barbie Doll, with huge, obviously fake tits, an impossibly small waist, and all the rest. I want you to feel beautiful, and sexy, and desirable. I want you to keep in mind that most of us will be delivering a baby every year. I also want each of you to be recognisably *you*. I know that while I want apparent maturity, some of you probably want youthful faces and youthful bodies. If we will have a lot of 'me-too' in this process, then let's talk about the major categories.

"AI, show me at age eighteen." The image grew about half an inch. The facial features matured. The breast size increased, but was still modest. The trunk, arms and legs were toned. Weight was gained but the image still showed her to be slender. "The only issues I see are, how big the tits, and how hairy the bush. Do you girls want to thrash those out, or shall we ask the opinion of the man we want chasing us to bed?" Everyone laughed.

Jenny said, "For you, I think you have named the two issues. With the possible exception of Heather, the rest of us are going to want a lot of years rolled off our bodies. I see your point about us being recognisably ourselves. I for one am comfortable with my breasts and I am no fan of shaving. But the important thing to me is that I would like to hear what makes John's heart flutter."

Elizabeth turned to John. "Well, John, will you please tell us your wildest fantasies?"

"Not my wildest fantasies, but what I like," John said. "Miss Elizabeth, I am hardly more experienced than you. Almost all of my experience is, shall we say, autoerotic. My fantasy girl is different every time. First am I wowed by an elfin redhead. Next time I visualise the tall blonde in my chemistry lab. Maybe next the checkout woman at the supermarket. Remember, we fellows lust over every female form, no matter size, shape or age. I love all manner of women. Big tits, little tits, long hair or short, big bums or tiny, all are wonderful. To me, the differences are worthy of very close, very detailed exploration. Again, I am not very experienced. What little I know tells me that I prefer women who are *proud*."

"Well, then, since no one will deny that shaving is a pain in the arse, and since we can all change our minds later, I suggest no hair below the head. Do any of you disagree?" A chorus of 'no' was heard. "AI, show me at eighteen and without body hair." The image morphed again. "I like it."

"Acknowledged."

"This is going to take longer than I expected. I suspect the rest of you would prefer somewhat less scrutiny of your current appearance. I ask you to consider, please, the difference between the words 'naked' and 'nude'. Gail?'"

"To me," Gail began, "naked means exposed, and vulnerable, and other negative things."

"Defenceless," someone put in. "Unprotected," said another.

Tracy continued, "Nude also means undressed, but without the negativity associated with the word 'naked.' It makes me think of being on display."

Elizabeth said, "I agree. Now, at this moment, which of you is naked, and which nude?"

"Naked," said Gail, right away.

After a pause, "Naked," said Tracy.

"Naked," said Jenny.

"I feel pretty naked," said Mandy.

"Well, I'm not going to buck the crowd," said Heather. "I'm next youngest, but I don't feel that good about my body. I am all right sitting with the rest of you, undressed. But if you ask me to stand and be scrutinised, then I will say I feel naked."

"I am somewhat surprised," said Elizabeth, "but I do not want to bruise your egos, even a little bit. I hope you have what you want as being nude in your mind's eye. I suggest you *all* go next. Each of you tell the AI what you want, all at the same time. I'm sure it can understand you all at once. When you have finished, when you have the image you will proudly wear for the foreseeable future, stop. Do you agree?"

Elizabeth was very surprised to recognise that each of the women had dreaded this exercise. Elizabeth's suggestion was a godsend. They happily agreed. The image of Elizabeth disappeared and was replaced with images of Tracy, Gail, Jenny, Mandy and Heather. No sooner had the images stabilised but the women started giving instructions. The AI had no trouble understanding five voices at once, but the women themselves spoke louder and louder. Features on the images changed rapidly, and in no apparent order. Fat faded, chins tightened, firming showed on breasts, bellies, thighs, and bums. Hair got longer, then wavier, then shorter, then longer again. A few of them experimented with the size of their breasts but, in the end, all five women demonstrated class in their decisions. Soon enough, one by one, they fell silent. Before the group stood five extremely attractive women. None of them was a movie-star beauty. One or two late changes popped out. Then the entire group sat, taking in the incredible sight.

"Everyone happy?" asked Elizabeth. "No more changes? Then lock them in, AI."

"Acknowledged."

Gail started softly crying. "Your Highness, you have bought my very soul," she smiled through her tears. "I have felt fat and ugly for my whole life. Your gift is greater than you will ever know. My obedience already belongs to you. I will gladly walk through fire for you." Tears spilled out of Tracy's eyes, but she too was radiant. Jenny, Mandy and Heather all had their eyes full of tears but their cheeks remained dry and they smiled.

Chapter 4

"Next on the agenda," Elizabeth said, "are babies. Gail, I would like you to take the lead in this. I think we should talk about timing of births before we start assigning slots in the rotation."

Gail said, "I have been thinking about this. You may know that the Queen invited me to 'mother' the Princess � sorry, Ma'am � and to take care of the children. On one hand, we have the AI and I don't think keeping house will be strenuous. We could all get pregnant as quickly as possible, and we would have babies in batches. Elizabeth, you are the only woman here who is not already a mother. Being pregnant is very uncomfortable and burdensome � or at least it was on Earth. AI, does the Confederacy have any magic tricks that alleviate the discomfort?"

"No," the AI responded, "not unless the pregnancy causes severe distress."

"I happen to know, AI, that hormonal changes during pregnancy cause severe swings in mood and in sexual appetite. Will those hormonal changes, or those consequences, be moderated?"

"No," said the AI, "not unless the problem becomes severe. The hormonal changes are important to the pregnancy, and are not altered without great need."

"Then having us all in the same phase of pregnancy," Gail said, "would leave us all susceptible to the same problems at the same time. Elizabeth, the ninth month of pregnancy lasts for an entire season, it seems. That is the longest month you will ever endure."

Jenny said, "Another problem with having batches of babies is that no one of them will be special. Being one of five or six babies competing for attention doesn't seem right to me." There were murmurs of agreement.

"Then the answer appears to be a rotation," said Tracy. Much time was devoted to what the group felt was the optimal interval. The women became deeply involved as their maternal instincts came to the fore. Elizabeth let it be known that she wanted to be in the rotation, but she wanted to be last in line. It was also decided that Amy, and those following her, would wait at least until they were 15 before childbearing began. The availability of body enhancement was deemed insufficient argument to begin earlier. Another year of mental maturity was important.

Finally, they decided to space the pregnancies every two months, with three months rest between delivery and the next conception. It seemed time to assign slots in the rotation. Gail turned to Elizabeth. "Please, Elizabeth, please let us defer this part, if only for a day or two. I will be obedient. I will mate with John and conceive a child. I'm sure each one of us feels the same. But I for one awoke this very morning next to my husband. I made breakfast for my children. I am proud and happy to be here, but I need just a bit of time to grieve, too."

The subject of such animated discussion by the women was entirely outside the realm of John's experience. He sat on a love seat next to Mandy. She had brought his arm around her shoulder. His other arm was on the armrest. While he listened to the women talking about pregnancy, his brain was focused on all of the women before him. His gaze moved from woman to woman. He thoroughly enjoyed every detail of each one, the curve of a breast here, an especially long nipple there, a shoulder, the colour of a bush�. All this daydreaming had the expected effect on his cock. Unable to touch it, unable to will it into submission, unable to tuck it between his legs, he sat in embarrassment and fascination, watching his cock bob in time with his increasing heartbeat. Lubrication oozed out the tip and slowly flowed down the shaft.

Heather, sitting directly across from John, noticed his distress. She watched his eyes until they met her own. She gave him a coy grin and winked at him. Slowly, her hand caressed her tummy. As he watched, her hand slowly moved up, and her fingers traced the crease between her chest and the bottom of her breast. John squeezed his eyes closed in distress. Heather's fingers moved up her breast, then around and around her nipple in a narrowing spiral. When she reached the now-erect nipple, she squeezed it between her thumb and forefinger, pulling it away from her body. John was obviously in agony. Heather was having a ball. John's eyes travelled down Heather's body and he realised that she was stroking her bald pussy. He could see the glistening lubrication she had already produced. She spread apart her knees as far as she could without attracting attention. John thought he would die.

The rest of the women were engrossed in their animated discussion, and did not notice the unfolding tableau. Elizabeth, without any experience but acknowledging that she was responsible as the sponsor, was trying her best to stay tuned into the conversation. She saw John's state of affairs. She followed his stare and realised that Heather was torturing him on purpose. Instead of breaking the spell, she decided to watch. She herself had never really calmed after undressing in front of the group and especially after watching John's ejaculation. Soon enough, Elizabeth's hands were doing the same as Heather's. The difference was that Elizabeth's flying fingers made some noise between her legs. The noise attracted the attention of Gail, sitting next to Elizabeth. Gail watched her in fascination.

A long, low groan escaped from John. The sound snapped Mandy out of the conversation. In a split second, she sized up the problem and dropped to her knees between John's. Not waiting long enough for John to protest, she captured the base his shaft with the fingers of both hands. In a flash, she had half his cock in her mouth. Her position secure, she looked up and caught John's disbelieving eyes.

Gail saw what Mandy had done and instantly mimicked her by dropping to her own knees in front of Elizabeth. She quickly but gently pushed Elizabeth's hand away and then, with hands on both of Elizabeth's hips, pulled her forward. Like Mandy, she wasted no time waiting for protest. She wasted no time on preliminaries, instead going straight for Elizabeth's clit, alternating a tongue lashing with sucking.

Tracy, sitting on the other side of John, began to taunt him. "Having trouble with all the woman-flesh in sight, huh?" She raised herself on one knee and pressed her tit into John's face. "Imagine, John, you blowing your seed into all these twats!"

That was all John could take. With a long whine, he started to blast into Mandy's mouth. "Snowball! Snowball!" Tracy shrieked. Mandy stopped her motion but kept her mouth firmly attached to John's cock, trying to get every bit of his spend. Her eyes never left John's. Finally, she rose, turned to Tracy and pulled her up and into an embrace. Their lips locked. Few could see what was happening. They split apart. Each turned away and pulled the next woman up. Jenny and Heather got their share of John's seed, passed along by Tracy and Mandy.

Elizabeth went off, screaming like a banshee, bouncing wildly. Gail slowed, and then stopped her licking. Tracy and Mandy looked at each other and then pulled Gail and Elizabeth up and into separate embraces. Their parcels delivered, Tracy and Mandy pulled back, but didn't release their hugs. Tracy made a show of licking Gail's mouth area and said, "Elizabeth! You taste wonderful!" Everybody laughed. Elizabeth was briefly mortified, but she quickly recovered and joined in the laughter. Tracy and Mandy sat back down. Both were grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

"What was that?" Jenny squeaked.

"A snowball," Mandy said, grinning. When someone calls 'snowball,' everyone gets a share of manseed."

"That was the first time I ever tasted that," blushed Jenny.

Tracy squawked, "Another virgin bites the dust!" Everybody laughed, except John and Elizabeth, who were still dazed. Everyone sat back down. Tracy and Mandy let their hands roam all over John.

Chapter 5

"What time is it, please," asked Gail.

"Ship time is 20:13," answered the AI.

"Add over three hours," Heather said, "and the kids' internal clocks say it is nearly midnight. Tracy, maybe we ought to round up the children and get them to bed?"

All of the adults went upstairs, to see the reconfigured bedrooms, and to see how the children were faring. Tracy was first through the playroom door. She found Stephanie, Michael and Jeremy asleep, cuddled together in a little area that the AI had obviously modified for the purpose. It was soft, warm and darker than the rest of the room. As she approached, the lighting in that area came up, but the children were not disturbed.

"It seems the AI makes a pretty good babysitter," Jenny said quietly. As long as the children have settled down peacefully and just went to sleep, this seems a wonderful way to handle it."

"The children fell asleep peacefully," the AI softly said. "This small area was prepared for them. Amy and Janice moved the children into place."

Amy and Janice were across the room, a game spread on the floor between them. "Thank you, girls, for helping," said Gail. They smiled shyly. "Now it is time for bed." Over their mild resistance, she said, "It is nearly midnight by the clock you woke up to. There will be plenty of time tomorrow and all the days after that. It will be a long journey to our new home." The girls relented and began to pack up the game.

John picked up the sleeping Jeremy. Tracy and Jenny collected Stephanie and Michael. They walked from the playroom to the bedrooms. John and Tracy found Gail and Heather in the boys' bedroom. Little Martin was sleeping comfortably. His mother removed the pacifier and tucked him in. Gail had turned down the two beds for the other children. Soon the children were tucked into their beds and the adults withdrew.

They found Gail and Mandy back in the playroom with Janice and Amy on their laps, wrapped up in their arms. "Janice," Gail said softly, "you aren't going to wake up tomorrow in your own bed. Your old life, your old family, your old friends, are gone. But your new family will bring you all the love you can bear." Gail felt tears fall onto her arm.

"We talked about that already," Amy quietly said. "We know we can't go home, but we're glad to be here. We'll be fine." Janice nodded her head, but didn't look up.

"Thank you, Amy," said Mandy, and gave her daughter a hug. "I'm proud of you."

Gail continued, "It is time for you two to go to bed. You two will share a bedroom with Stephanie, at least for tonight. Heather and Tracy will share the other bedroom up here tonight, but that will be later. In the mean time, I want you to get in bed, and go right to sleep. We talked a bit about the new rules...."

"I am the arbiter of the rules," the disembodied voice said ominously. Both girls started. "You can think of me as Santa Claus for now. You know the song: I see you when you're sleeping, I know when you're awake. You know the rest."

Gail thought that surprisingly threatening, for an AI. When she was sure the AI had no more to add, she said, "Do you want pyjamas?" Both girls shook their heads. "I think we will skip tooth brushing. Go to the bathroom and get in bed, please."

The girls stood and left the room, headed for the bathroom. Mandy said, "Why don't the rest of you go back downstairs? Gail and I will tuck the girls to bed."

Soon, the girls came out of the bathroom. Gail and Mandy met them in the hallway and wrapped them into hugs. "Mom," said Amy, "did you know that you're naked?"

"No, Sweetheart, I'm nude," answered Mandy. "I love you very much."

"I love you, too," said Amy.

Mandy and Gail traded places and wrapped the other girl into a hug. "I don't know you well enough yet to really love you," Mandy said to Janice, "but it won't take long. I can already tell you're a special person. Good night, Sweetie." With that, both hugs were unwound. The girls climbed into their beds, facing each other. The lighting dimmed. Both girls' faces were caressed, and the adults withdrew. The girls went right to sleep. On their way downstairs, Gail instructed the AI not to allow children downstairs unless an adult was awake there.

In the living room, Tracy and Heather shared John in a hug, laughing and teasing about how much fun they had had with his torture. Elizabeth and Jenny were standing nearby, locked in their own embrace, both watching the fun. It was evident that everyone in the group was becoming more comfortable being nude. Elizabeth was enjoying very much the feel of Jenny's nude body against her own. She felt a stirring that hadn't dissipated after her earlier orgasm. All this was so new to her.

Gail and Mandy came down the lift. Jenny and Elizabeth broke their hug and turned. Jenny wrapped Gail in an embrace, and Elizabeth did the same with Mandy. This time, kisses were added. Not curl-your-toes kisses but not just a peck on the lips, either. Elizabeth enjoyed the feel of Mandy's body, and noted some differences.

Heather said, "I see what you meant about not wanting an instant orgy. I am stuck with Tracy tonight," she grinned at Tracy and squeezed her forearm, "so I can't get myself in too much trouble with John right now. When we first arrived, I was scared that I was going to be bedded right away. John is a hunk, I agree, but having a go with a stranger, particularly in front of others, was an idea that left me cold. Now, I've been nude for hours, surrounded by a gaggle of nude beauties, and coming around to the idea that I'm home, really home. That you are my family, my sisters, my lovers," she looked at John, "my mate. I'm glad I didn't get forced right into bed this afternoon. I feel much better now. But I still won't fuck you tonight, John!" They all laughed hard.

"I'm stuck with a cheeky minx tonight," laughed Tracy. "I feel much the same way. I might not force myself onto Heather � one end or the other � tonight, but I would very much enjoy some cuddling. If any of the rest feel as we do, Heather and I may regret missing the fun tonight."

"You may observe in real time, or you may watch a recording at a later time," said the AI. The images of the sleeping Amy and Janice hovered in the middle of the room, to oohs and aahs.

"You'd better record it," Heather cackled, "because Tracy won't be able to see with my thighs wrapped around her head!"

Gail said, "What about the noise? What if the children wake?"

"The children will not see or hear anything," the AI intoned. "The concubines Heather and Tracy will hear any sound made by the children."

"I think we should call it a night," Elizabeth said. "We could talk for days and still not cover everything. There will be time aplenty to sort ourselves out."

With that, everyone rose from their seats. It just naturally came about that Heather and Tracy got a hug and kiss � and a grope � from each of the others. The kisses got hotter, the gropes longer and more bold, each time. Elizabeth with Heather and Tracy with John were last, and by far the most intense. Then Tracy pulled Heather into an embrace, running her hands all over Heather. "Wow," breathed Heather when she was released, "let's go to bed, girl!" She spanked Tracy's bum and shoved her toward the lift, both laughing.

"Good night everyone!" rang back and forth. Tracy and Heather disappeared up the lift.

Chapter 6

Elizabeth, Jenny, Mandy, Gail and John made their way into the master bedroom. "This is too weird," Elizabeth said. "What...?"

"Shh�" said Jenny, coaxing her onto the bed. The others followed. Jenny helped arrange John on his back in the middle of the bed. Jenny moved herself onto her knees between John's legs. Mandy was on her knees on John's left side, Elizabeth on the right. Gail placed herself on the left side of Elizabeth, near John's head. Jenny started to stroke John's legs, but not too near his crotch. "Stroke his arms and chest," she said. Mandy, and then Elizabeth, started stroking him as instructed. They, too, stayed away from John's rampant cock for the moment. Gail stroked John's face and neck.

"John, have you ever�" Mandy started.

"Wait," interrupted Jenny. "Some of us have less experience than you might think. We can explore that soon, but not tonight, please. Let's just go with the flow?"

"Good idea," Gail said. "Mandy, why don't you give Elizabeth a guided tour of the facilities?"

Mandy started to reach for John's cock. She hesitated, looking at John for permission. When he nodded, she grasped his cock and stood it upright. With her other hand, she cupped his balls. "Touch him, Elizabeth," Mandy said. Elizabeth slowly, haltingly reached out with her right hand. When it got close she stopped short, but Mandy clasped Elizabeth's wrist and brought it forward, placing the cock in her hand. When Elizabeth gently closed her hand, Mandy released her wrist. Elizabeth's face reflected her sense of wonder.

"It feels hard and soft at the same time," she breathed. Mandy closed her left hand over Elizabeth's right, enclosing John's cock. Mandy's pressure sent Elizabeth's hand down the shaft, then back up. Mandy repeated for several strokes. When she felt Elizabeth's hand move on its own, Mandy released her grip and withdrew her hand.

Meanwhile, Gail had bent forward and offered her pendulous breast to John's lips. He licked, and then sucked, his enthusiasm building. Gail withdrew one breast and replaced it with the other. Presently, she sat back up straight. "Mature men have greater stamina. It takes time and experience to learn. On the other hand, the refractory period for mature men is very long."

"What is that?" asked Elizabeth.

"It is the time it takes between a man's orgasm and the time he can have the next one" Gail softly responded. "Because of the architecture, it is impossible during the refractory period." She replaced her breast with the other in John's mouth.

Jenny added, "In young men, their stamina � the length of time they can go before they reach orgasm � is very short, but they can get hard again very soon."

"Those are the invisible issues to be adjusted by augmentation. After a session in the medtube, the concubine John will have a lot of stamina, and his recovery period will be very short," the AI added.

Jenny had moved her hands from stroking John's legs to stroking the legs of Elizabeth and Mandy. When she saw approval in Mandy's face, Jenny moved her hands up toward, and finally into Mandy's crotch. Her hand made its way through Mandy's lush pubic hair and down into her slit. "Mandy, you're ready, aren't you?" Mandy nodded, smiling. "Why don't you straddle John and show Elizabeth how it's done?"

Mandy turned her gaze to John, seeking permission. He nodded. She looked to Elizabeth, and saw the look of anticipation. Slowly, carefully, Mandy moved her leg over John's body and settled herself just below his crotch. As she reached for his cock, Elizabeth pulled her hand back as though it had been burned. "It's all right," Mandy said, smiling. Jenny, now behind Mandy, snaked her hands around and cupped Mandy's breasts, pinching and pulling on the nipples. Elizabeth watched, fascinated. She started, then looked down to see that Gail had cupped her own left breast. She squeezed Gail's hand with her own, then withdrew it.

When she turned her gaze back forward, she saw that Jenny's hand was back between Mandy's legs, rubbing up and down her slit. First one, then two fingers disappeared inside Mandy, who groaned her approval. Mandy herself was busy stroking John's cock with one hand and fondling his balls with the other. She lifted herself up and pulled John's cock toward her. Jenny withdrew her hand, moving it to join the other at Mandy's breast. Mandy pulled John's cock up and down her slit, wetting it with her copious lubrication. Finally, she raised herself up, aligned his cock with her entrance, and slowly but surely impaled herself. When she reached bottom, she groaned and smiled angelically. She sat still for a moment. Jenny's hand snaked its way back down Mandy's body.

"Lift back up, please." Gail whispered to Mandy. "Let Elizabeth see, and touch."

Mandy dutifully raised her body, exposing more and more of John's now glistening cock. Gail pressed on the back of Elizabeth's head, gently forcing her over until her cheek was on John's abdomen. The look of wonder on her face was priceless. Mandy pulled Elizabeth's hand in and rubbed it on John and herself. Elizabeth turned her hand over and explored the entrance to Mandy's body, where John's member disappeared. After exploring all over Mandy and John's pubic areas, she withdrew her hand. Mandy slowly sank back down until she was sitting on John's legs. "You aren't going to last long, are you?" she asked John. He shook his head.

"Ah, but he's young, and will recover quickly," Gail said. "Jenny, will it be your turn next?"

"I'm still not sure," Jenny answered. Mandy rose and fell on John's cock, a bit faster each time. Jenny kept working on Mandy's nipples, squeezing and pulling. One hand snaked down Mandy's abdomen, found lubrication, and attacked Mandy's gash and clit. Before long, John's face squeezed into a grimace, and he threw his hips upward as hard and as fast as he could. Then he was still.

"What happened?" Elizabeth said.

"He came. He had an orgasm," said Jenny.

Mandy said, "Mmmm. That was good. Who wants a cream pie?"

"What is that?" asked Elizabeth.

"Remember what a snowball is?" said Mandy.

"Yes," Elizabeth answered.

"Well, a snowball is delivered. A cream pie is self-serve." Mandy had a huge grin.

"Oh," said Elizabeth.

Jenny said, "I know we aren't asking questions, but I can volunteer. I said I'd never tasted manseed before. I'm afraid I've never tasted a woman before, either. I think I'd like to see that before I try it myself."

Gail said, "We have the rest of our lives to explore and experiment. Let's not get too far ahead of ourselves just yet."

Mandy leaned forward and rested on John's chest. She kissed him, a long, slow, languid kiss. Gail went to fetch a cloth. When she returned, she coaxed Elizabeth onto her back next to John. Mandy rolled off John and lay to his left. Gail used the cloth first to clean John, then Mandy. She tossed the cloth toward the bottom of the bed.

"I think our sponsor needs some gentle caresses, some kisses, a nice orgasm, and then some sleep," Gail said. "Gather round and we'll see if we can make our Elizabeth feel very, very good."

First Mandy rose, and then John. Everyone moved to surround Elizabeth. Jenny sat over Elizabeth's head. Mandy moved between Elizabeth's legs and started stroking, then kissing, and finally licking, moving inexorably up toward Elizabeth's centre. John was on one side and Gail on the other. Soon, four pairs of hands were caressing Elizabeth. Jenny leaned over and offered her breast to Elizabeth, who gingerly explored the offering. First Gail's and then John's hand moved up to stroke Elizabeth's own breasts. John followed Gail's lead, stroking, then squeezing the breast, rubbing and then pinching the nipple, pulling it away from her body. Elizabeth was approaching sensory overload. Mandy's tongue on her clit was too much. She bucked and jerked like a rag doll. All movement stopped while Elizabeth recovered. "Wow," was all she could say.

Jenny looked to Gail and said, "Why don't you and I leave these three in this bed. Will you cuddle with me?" Gail nodded. Both Gail and Jenny collected good night kisses from the three. Jenny climbed into the other bed and held her arms open for Gail, who gladly climbed in and accepted the embrace. "Welcome home, Gail. You feel very good in my arms."

"And you do, too," answered Gail. "Kiss me, please, and then I need some sleep."

Chapter 7

John disentangled himself from two pair of arms and legs. He slid gently off the bed. A quick head count told him that he was the first one up. He made his way to the bathroom and relieved himself. The shower lured him in and he took a short but refreshing bathe. The jets of warm air at the end of the shower surprised him but he decided that he liked it.

Still not accustomed to being naked � nude, he corrected himself � he made his way to the kitchen area. There he found Jenny pulling a steaming cup from the replicator. "Good morning," he said. "I thought I was first up."

"You were," she answered, "but not by much. I went upstairs to use the toilet, rather than disturb you. Do you prefer tea, or coffee?"

John looked surprised. "You didn't have to do that! Were you worried you'd see me naked?"

"No, silly," she giggled, "I thought you might appreciate some alone time before the whole gang awakes. And you didn't answer my question: coffee or tea?"

"Well, I appreciate you being thoughtful, even though you didn't have to. Tea, please!" grinned John.

Jenny looked at the ceiling. "AI, is there a customary morning routine we should be observing? Are we to dine here in the pod?"

"There remains a great deal of confusion in the public areas of the ship,' replied the AI. "When the passengers have been settled, you will be encouraged to mingle at meal times. Training sessions will not commence today. A cup of tea for concubine John will be ready in the replicator in one minute. Large carafes of coffee and tea, cups, spoons, milk and sugar will be in the replicator six minutes later. Pastries or the like can be ordered now, or individuals may place orders when ready."

"Not bad," grinned John. "I think I can get used to this." When his tea was ready, he removed it from the replicator. "Shall we adjourn to the living room?" he asked.

"I would like that," Jenny replied, smiling. She led the way. It immediately became apparent that the coffee table that had been moved away last night should be returned to its original location. After some confusion about his cup, John put it on the coffee table and carefully moved the table back between the sofas. Jenny sat on one sofa. John sat directly across from her.

As they settled into their seats, they traded the usual banalities: 'how did you sleep?' and such. John's relaxed attitude was soon challenged as his cock started to become erect. He became embarrassed and confused. He looked from Jenny to his lap and back, a pained expression on his face. He tried to hide it between his legs.

"Don't�" Jenny said. "Please don't. It's all right. It's more than all right. It has been a very long time since I knew that a man was� attracted� to me. A long time since I knew that a man� wanted... me. I am not proud of my body. I am perhaps more innocent than you might imagine. Your involuntary reaction to me has done more for me than you can know. Please� please relax."

John sat back, teacup in hand, and actually allowed his knees to fall a bit further open. He was blushing but he grinned a bit, his embarrassment still evident. "I am having more than a little trouble getting used to this. For now, I think I will let my body," and he waved his hand at his erection, "tell you what you do to me."

Now it was Jenny who blushed, but she held his gaze. They sat in silence, as under a spell. Finally, John said, "I can't bring myself to tell you� to say anything about any part of your body. I admit to inexperience, but perhaps that makes every difference remarkable, worth exploring."

"Last night," Jenny said, "when I was behind Mandy, watching you�. When she moved away� I wanted you. I wanted to feel you inside me. I just couldn't� in front of God and everyone. I couldn't. I lay awake for a long time, wishing I had had courage. Please, will you make love to me now?"

John grinned shyly, and nodded. "My only experience was rutting around with a young girl in a back seat. I don't really know how to make love to a woman. Will you help me?" She nodded shyly and motioned him to join her as she dropped to the floor. When he settled to his knees, she took both of his hands in hers. They looked into each other's eyes for a time. Then, she drew his hand to her cheek as she let go of his other hand and moved her own hand to his cheek. After caressing his cheek, she moved her hand behind his head and pulled him towards her waiting lips. She let go his head just before his lips reached hers. Still looking into her eyes, he hesitated briefly and then slowly moved to kiss her. The kiss was brief, and chaste. He pulled away from her lips and sought encouragement in her eyes. A slight nod and a tiny grin from her was the permission for which he sought.

He kissed her again, and began gently nibbling on her lower lip. Another kiss found the tip of her tongue on his upper lip. Permission having been granted, the kisses heated up rapidly. Both of his hands found their way to her face, her hair and her neck. Soon, his hands trailed across her shoulders, down her arms, and back again. She captured his hands at her shoulders and slowly moved them down to her breasts. She pressed his hands into her breasts, then released them. Her hands began to caress his chest and arms.

Holding his upper arms, she lay down on the sofa, pulling him onto her. She guided his hand down her abdomen and into the thatch below. Finding his index finger, she gently guided it up and down her already moist slit. When she brought his finger to the top, she whispered, "This is the primary source of a woman's pleasure. It is very delicate." He nodded understanding. She released his hand and began to stroke his back.

John had moved his kisses up her jaw, to her ear, and down her neck. She gently nudged his lips down to her breast. He gently explored every inch his lips could reach, nibbling, licking, and sucking. She moaned and arched her back in pleasure.

She again grasped his hand and guided his finger down her slit to the entrance to her body. She curled his finger, then straightened it out and pressed it into her. He got the idea. Once his finger was deeply inside her, he curled it and held it there. "Feel for a rough area on the top," she whispered. "That's what is called the G-Spot, the other primary source of pleasure for a woman besides the clitoris." She removed his finger, found and joined his second finger, and pressed them both back into her. She showed him a slow rhythm in and out.

Her hand finally found his cock, iron hard and drooling. She stroked it several times. "Now," she said gently. "I want you in me now."

They fumbled about, getting themselves into position. When his cock was lined up with her entrance, she let him go and pulled on his hips. His eyes locked onto hers, he slowly sank all the way into her. She held him still. "You won't last long, I don't think. Try to keep a steady rhythm, and try to keep going through and after your orgasm. You may be able to keep going for a time. All right?" He nodded agreement, then began slowly and gently stroking.

As predicted, she soon felt the jets of his spend deep inside her. He maintained his rhythm and, to his obvious delight, he felt himself strengthen. With a broad grin, his thrusts became longer and more powerful. Soon, she felt her own peak approaching. As she encouraged him, her own thrusts became stronger and more frantic. At last, she cried out her release. John kept going, right through her orgasm, and soon found his own second release. He collapsed onto her, and she hugged him fiercely.

One person began softly clapping. Several others quickly joined in. "That was beautiful," said Tracy. "Stay there! Stay there!"

Both Jenny and John arched their bodies to take in their audience. Both looked somewhat embarrassed, but pleased with themselves. "I would like to cuddle with you, John, but I can't bear all of your weight. Can you get beside me, please?"

They struggled around and found comfortable positions for themselves. "It is important for a woman to be close to her man for a time after making love. Most men want to finish and immediately leave, either by getting out of bed or by falling asleep. Foreplay is important, but togetherness afterward is just as important." They gently kissed and stroked each other.

Tracy and Gail sat down on the sofa across from the lovers, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Elizabeth and Mandy soon joined them, one on each of the love seats.

Chapter 8

"It's actually rather pleasant having all of you about us just now," Jenny said. "If you had told me three days ago that four of the closest people in my life would watch me orgasm and, more, that their presence would comfort me, I would have thought you daft."

Gail said, "You said we weren't in Kansas anymore, Elizabeth. I'm afraid that none of us has begun to grasp how profoundly our lives have been changed." There were murmurs of general agreement.

"I for one am quite daunted," sighed Elizabeth. "I can tell off any number of issues that demand our understanding and agreement, even before we leave our pod and try to make sense of our lives in the community."

"You were right, of course," said Mandy. "We need to prevent hurting each other, and do our best to fix the problems if they do occur. I hope we can devote this entire day towards mapping out some 'ground rules,' if you will. I don't think we can, or should, sit in a circle all day, thrashing out one issue after another. I think we ought to convene, spend a decent amount of time working together, and then take breaks and do something else. Sometimes we should have the children with us. Sometimes we should have only Amy, or maybe Amy and Janice. Sometimes we should work alone. How does that sound?" There was agreement all around.

"Then let's get the children up and around, get breakfast served and eaten, do our morning bath routines, and then we can reconvene," said Tracy. With that, they all got up. Gail and Mandy headed upstairs to wake the children. Jenny earned the teasing laughter of the others when she had to cup her crotch and race to the bathroom to clean up. She blushed but smiled brightly.

Nearly two hours later, all had been fed and four showers were completed. During that time, the AI had been used as a secretary: when someone thought of an item for discussion, merely mentioning it aloud was sufficient. Finally, Tracy and Gail herded everyone into the living room. Seats were found for most. The smallest ones found themselves on someone's lap.

Gail turned her gaze from one child to the next as she began to speak. "Our entire family is in this room. We have been in this pod for nearly an entire day. For my own part before this event, I was only ever undressed for the time it took to bathe. Now, all of us will be spending most or all of our time undressed.

"Before yesterday, sex and sexuality were forbidden subjects, never seen and talked about only in whispers. In our new life, with so many adults in one space, we are going to have to be open and honest about it. We're going to have some show-and-tell right now. I want you to get up and look, really look, at all of the bodies. I want you to touch anyone you want. I want you to explore the similarities and the differences in our bodies. I want you to ask all the questions you have. When you have finished, we will talk about the new rules. I would like one adult to act as a guide for each youngster. Now, go ahead."

Mandy drew her daughter Amy close. After a quiet exchange, Mandy brought one of Amy's hands to her breast and the other to Amy's own breast. The murmured explanations continued. Next, Amy was encouraged to examine and touch her mother's sex. Next, Mandy had Amy go round the room, hefting breasts and examining labia, noting similarities and differences.

The other adults had a slower start. That turned out to be beneficial, as they saw how Mandy managed Amy. Soon, each of the children was paired off with an adult and the explorations were well under way. The adult leaders of the small children were far more circumspect. All of the explanations were age-appropriate, and the body examinations by the younger children far more cursory. Jenny had her Stephanie; Tracy was coaching Janice; Gail was with both Jeremy and Michael; Martin, only two years old, wandered round the room trailed by his mother, Heather. Gail had Elizabeth join in her own exploration.

Gail finished the boys in a brief circuit of the women and brought them in front of John. She patiently showed them the body parts of a mature male. That done, she placed a boy on each of John's knees. She brought the girls forward and explained how boys develop. Finally, she posed Elizabeth and Amy, both blushing furiously, and allowed John and the boys to examine the two intact hymens.

After whispered instructions from Gail, Heather positioned herself behind the sitting John. Gail silently directed everyone's attention to John while Heather whispered in his ear every filthy thing she wanted him to do to her. The result was predictable: John's cock immediately began to erect while the younger females � and the amazed boys � watched, tittering.

Heather had been unobtrusively massaging her sex, making sure she was well lubricated. When John's pole was aimed at the ceiling, she came around in front of him. Moving the boys away, she backed onto his lap.

While she explained what they were seeing, she positioned his cock at the entrance to her womanhood and slowly, slowly sank down until she was sitting on John's legs. Lifting back up a bit, she called the children close and had each examine, but not touch, both organs. When the children were satisfied and withdrew, she lifted herself completely off.

She turned and clapped both hands on his hard dick. Only a few strokes were required to produce a geyser of white goo. The two elder girls were allowed to collect a sample on their fingers. They rubbed their fingers together, smelled and, one after the other, tasted. The taste tests produced one expression of utter disgust and one of surprised delight. They were electrified as they watched Heather lick all the remainder from John's chest and then proceeded to clean his cock with her mouth.

"Sit down, everyone," Gail finally said. When they were settled, she continued, "You will doubtless have more questions as you digest all you have just experienced. I want you to talk with adults, singly or in groups, about what you think and what you question. I want you all to reach the right conclusions. Will you do that, please?" All of the children nodded.

"The last thing before we excuse you," she said as she focused on Amy and Janice, "is to explain the rules about sexuality for children. Janice and Amy, your circumstances are different. Back on Earth � if I can say that while we are still in orbit � you would almost never have been exposed to sexuality in others, and you would have begun to explore your own sexuality much later.

"Amy, you will be a full-fledged adult woman on your next birthday. Again, the rules for you two are very different, as I will soon explain. The ultimate rule is this: you must, *must* be a virgin on your fourteenth birthday. The penalty is severe, and the penalty will be inflicted upon Elizabeth, and not you. Do you understand?" Both girls nodded vigorously.

"Very well now, for the distinction between you. Janice, you may find the rules brutally unfair, but we didn't make them. A 13-year-old may engage in any sexual behaviour that she likes as long as she remains a virgin. Children under 13 may not engage in *any* sexual activity with anyone else � even with a 13-year-old � at all. Janice, you can watch, and you can pleasure yourself. No more, understood?" Janice was predictably sulky, but she nodded understanding.

"Children approaching age 13 can be caressed," the AI added, "as long as contact with genitalia and female breasts is incidental, and fleeting. For example, a 12-year-old can sleep with someone older, as long as that means get-in-bed-and-go-to-sleep. A 12-year-old can be hugged, and can sit on a man's lap. A subsequent erection is all right. Allowing the 12-year-old to handle the erect penis, or allowing the erect penis between the child's legs, is forbidden. The sponsor, in this instance Princess Elizabeth, is held responsible for the actions of the entire family group. It is wise to remain well away from the boundary."

"As for you, Amy," Mandy added, "there are three ways that a man can enter a woman's body. One is absolutely off limits. That is the one you just observed. I will leave the others to your imagination. I recommend that you not try until you have observed the acts." Amy was now blushing furiously.

Elizabeth said, "I think we all need a break. Let's go do something else for a while."

Chapter 9

The younger children raced back to the playroom. Amy and Janice disappeared. The adults split into small groups, touring the pod and discussing possible modifications. The room on the first floor that was intended to be an office was presently without furniture. Elizabeth asked the AI for two sofas, against two walls at right angles to each other, with an occasional table between them. She also asked for a desk and chairs, soft, plush carpet, a change in wall colour and some wall hangings. Gail smiled her approval.

Tracy led John into the upper bathroom. "You have another biology lesson, Sweetie. We talked about a woman's menstrual cycle. Gail told you that it is terribly embarrassing for most women. You get to see why." She sat down on the toilet and spread her knees apart. "Come here. See this string? Wrap it around your fingers and gently but firmly pull." Out came the tampon, partly swelled with blood. She folded up some toilet paper and held it out. John, with a strange look on his face, dutifully laid the tampon on the proffered paper. Tracy wrapped it up and discarded it.

"The new one is on the counter. Please remove the outer wrapper and bring it here." She explained the when, how and why of tampons, and showed him how to insert the new one. It was a bit of a struggle for him, but he did it. "Now you know the deepest darkest secret to a woman's life," Tracy shyly grinned. "I hope that wasn't too bad for you. I think it was important for you to learn." She spent some time explaining menstrual cramps and other issues he might see the women encountering.

Jenny and Mandy were in the kitchen, in a friendly, animated discussion of seating for thirteen people. They considered a single table, or two tables, or three. Benches were weighed against chairs. Jenny was concerned that multiple tables would make it easier for cliques to form. Mandy countered that the cliques could form anyway, and that all would have to guard against that happening. They realised that they could easily change their minds at any time. They decided to make two square tables, each seating four, and one round table seating five. The AI confirmed that the table noise could be damped as needed. As an afterthought, Jenny asked for a bar with four high stools. Mandy liked the addition. She remembered that a booster seat was needed for young Martin. The AI agreed to make the requested changes.

Heather and her Martin were back in the living room. Heather had half of her attention on Martin, who was playing quietly, and half of her attention on a hologram displaying Janice and Amy. They had gone into an upstairs bedroom and were comparing styles of masturbation. Heather had watched each of them reach at least one orgasm. Neither appeared ready to quit. Heather earlier had had John's cock in her for only a few minutes, and she hadn't received any satisfaction. Soon, she was aping the girls, rubbing her clit furiously. A thought formed in her head, making her even hotter. She told the AI what to do. As her climax approached, she told the AI to start. "Hi, girls," she said, knowing the AI was displaying her image to the girls, and had told the girls that Heather was watching them. Her body bucked as her orgasm overwhelmed her. She leaned back, smiling. The AI let Heather hear the girls' screams.

John came into the living room. He saw that Heather was flushed but didn't think about why. Seeing John, Heather told the AI to show the girls again, and guided the display to the part she wanted. John stood transfixed, watching the hologram. His cock was instantly hard, which was just what Heather wanted. She bent over the arm of a sofa and beckoned to John. Reflexively, he stepped up behind her, plugged into her wet pussy in a single slow stroke, and started pumping in and out. Remembering Jenny's teaching, he pumped right through his orgasm, and his cock stayed hard. Heather had to muffle her cries so she didn't frighten little Martin. She came twice before John blew his second load deep inside her.

Before they were done, Tracy and Elizabeth entered the living room. Tracy had a gleam in her eye. She went to her knees beside John. When he pulled away from Heather, Tracy told Elizabeth to clean John's cock, but Elizabeth couldn't bring herself to do it. Tracy shoved her face into Heather's pussy, and sucked and licked up all the manseed she could find. When she finished, she made a show of swallowing, licking her lips, and swallowing again. She grinned like the cat that ate the canary.

The girls came hurtling into the living room, complaining loudly about the violation of their privacy. John shushed them. "Amy, Janice, there is absolutely no privacy in this pod. What you were doing is perfectly normal. You should be most willing to do that with, or in front of, any of us. Just think, you can do as you are told, even if you think you might miss the good parts. The AI will show them to you any time you like. Do you want to watch Tracy and Heather last night?" The gleeful girls shouted assent, then sat on the sofa to watch the show. Gail put a stop to that.

"Please go back upstairs to watch," Gail said. "We adults need to reconvene our talk. You are welcome to join us, but I bet you won't be interested. Now you know you can see a replay or get a summary of our meeting at any time. And remember, your bodies, and what your bodies do, are not shameful." The girls agreed and withdrew. The adults settled themselves.

Chapter 10

"Can we start this session with another view of our new and improved selves?" Jenny asked, grinning.

"You bet," said Elizabeth. "AI, please do the honours." The coffee table was still between the sofas. The holographic figures appeared, and were replaced by the next person, every ten seconds.

On the second pass, John wished aloud that he could see a pregnancy cycle. Tracy leaped at the idea. The next image to appear was Jenny. "AI," she said, "please show Jenny's appearance over the course of a pregnancy. Please show changes to her body over nine months in elapsed time of two minutes."

Everyone, everyone was entranced as they watched the image change. When the cycle was finished, the original image of Jenny was restored and remained in place. Hoots, howls and laughter erupted. After a time, the adults regained their composure.

"I think this brings us around to choosing the order of our pregnancies," smiled Gail to cheers all around.

"I agree," said Elizabeth, "but I also wonder whether we ought to sort out our relative experience, and our intentions. I told you that I was a complete virgin. I have heard some remarks from some of you about yourselves. Having, or not having, experience with this or that kind of sex is on one level very personal. On another level, personal and private seem to have gone out the window. I see great opportunity for hurt feelings if we aren't careful. Do any of you feel the same way?"

They talked about it for a bit. It became apparent that some of them were reluctant to admit their inexperience. Mandy took the lead.

"I propose that we take a secret poll. I don't want to stop long enough to collect pencils and paper. AI, can you see the back of everyone in the room?"

"I can," came the reply.

"Then here is what I propose. Each of us, John included, put both of your hands behind your backs, like this," and she stood and turned, showing what she meant. "The first question will be, how many months from now would you like to become pregnant? Someone will be right away, and someone will be every two months after that. Hold up the number of fingers for the slot you want, from zero to ten."

"How does John vote for 'all of the above?'" cracked Tracy.

"What will we do if there are conflicts?" asked Heather.

"Then we'll ask everyone for a second choice, and a third choice, and see whether the AI can find a solution," answered Mandy. "Ready? Vote now for your first choice." She let half a minute elapse. "Now vote for your second choice." Another half minute ran. "Now your third choice."

The AI said, "Everyone was able to fall into the first or second choice. The sequence is, Jenny, Gail, Mandy, Heather, Tracy, Elizabeth." There were smiles and nods all around.

John's cock was hard as a rock again. "Oh, Jenny," Heather smirked, "it looks like John wants to get busy right away." Everyone laughed, including a blushing John.

"Let's get the rest of our secret poll," Mandy said, "so we can get on with other matters. Keep one hand behind your back � you, too, John. One finger means 'yes' and no fingers � a fist � means 'no.' Mandy asked her questions.

When she was finished, the AI reported the results, without identifying individuals. There were seven adults, including John. Elizabeth was the only virgin. They were surprised to learn that only four of them had ever had a cock in the mouth. While four had had a man cum in their mouths, only three had ever swallowed. Four were still anal virgins. Three had never eaten pussy.

"Elizabeth!" cried Tracy, "how did you wind up with so many innocents?" There was laughter, but some of it was forced. "Mandy, your questions didn't include desire � whether any of us without experience has any interest in trying new things."

"And you didn't ask whether they *liked* it, or would want to do it again," added Jenny.

"I think this topic is leading us onto thin ice," Gail said. "If we continue, at least some will have their feelings hurt. There are six women and only one man. We will have plenty of opportunity to expand our repertoire, if we want. I hope we can leave this with the warning that your partner or partners may balk. Be careful not to hurt anyone." All agreed.

"On the other hand," blushed Heather, "anyone who lets it be known that she wants a demonstration can probably be accommodated." That brought genuine laughter.

"Nothing exotic for me just yet," blushed Gail, "but John is on notice that my period starts in a day or so, and I would be happy for an injection before then." More laughter.

Elizabeth asked, "How are you feeling about being nude? I have heard no complaints."

"Speaking for myself," Jenny answered, "I am becoming more comfortable with nudity. I still am not proud of my body. A couple of times, I have had to close my eyes and imagine the way I will look after augmentation."

Tracy said, "I agree. I am comfortable enough here in the pod. I still dread having to leave the pod." There were murmurs of agreement.

"You seem to be quite comfortable with your young, fit body on display," Heather said. "I was very body shy at that age. You surprise me."

"I'm afraid you'll say 'poor little rich kid,' but it seemed there was always at least one attendant with me," Elizabeth explained. "One of my earliest memories is running naked through the gardens. The attendants would catch me and make me dress. I wanted to sleep naked in my bed, but they'd never let me. I wanted to swim naked, but that was against the rules. Some of the attendants were bashful about my nudity, and I was sometimes able to get away because of it. The more time I spent nude, the more I found I enjoyed it. From then I was always looking for an opportunity to reduce the amount of clothing I had to wear. The Swarm threat with its change in acceptable dress was a wonderful chance for me to really express my own feelings.

"The attendants answered to the chamberlain, and were responsible for his instructions. They could not disobey, even if they had wanted. I was too nice to do things that would bring them to grief.

"Now, I am suddenly an adult. I do not answer to my mother. My family does not answer to the chamberlain. I have not asked much of you. I insist that we be nude, at least in our home. I very much want you to remain nude, in our home or out. I very much want *myself* to be nude in public. I do not know whether that can be achieved, and no decision has been made."

Mandy said, "That makes more sense. You made a conscious decision to be nude, and you have had time to get used to it. I think we will be all right very shortly."

Elizabeth, sitting next to John and his rampant hard-on, had overcome her reluctance and was gently stroking his length. "Poor John," she said. "We can parcel out the girl teasing among the six of us. You have no one to share your burden on the man teasing." She made a show of moving her hand away. "Here John sits, engaged in our conversation. Meanwhile, his periscope is up, searching for another target." Gales of laughter, shrieks of joy followed the barb. Even a crimson John burst out laughing.

After she recovered, Gail continued. "I swear, I haven't felt this way for a long time. AI, have you put something in the water?"

"Not in the water," the AI responded, "but in your blood. You were informed earlier that sex helps to promote bonding. It is necessary and desirable that you bond with your entire group as quickly and as completely as possible. Also, increased libido helps to overcome apprehension between members of a new group."

"John," quipped Elizabeth, "that means that first you put a baby in her and then you learn her whole name." Uproarious laughter.

Having no sense of humour, the AI continued, "Your libido should reach a peak in a few days, and remain there. Some of you will want sex daily, or more. You should consider how that will be achieved in various circumstances."

That sobered them.

"Daily?" asked Jenny.

"Or more?" added Gail.

"Guess what 'various circumstances' means," said Tracy. "At least when we're pregnant, there won't be any periods to deal with."

"It said bond with everyone in the group, didn't it?" asked Jenny.

"Which brings us back to the present," Mandy said, "where it seems we have an opportunity for Heather to demonstrate an expert blow job." While everyone clapped, a blushing Heather moved into position in front of John.

"I suppose this was self-inflicted," Heather said. "I did offer." Without another word, she popped the head of his cock into her mouth, then removed it with a loud pop. She slowly licked from its base to the tip, then licked all around the head. Again it went into her mouth. Her lips slid half way down the shaft. Back up, until only the head remained in her mouth. As she captured his eyes with her own, she slowly but surely started down the shaft. She didn't stop; she didn't change speed, not until her nose was against his pubic bone. He felt his cock pass into her throat but no one else could see it.

John looked like he was having a heart attack. Suddenly flushed and sweating, he could hardly breathe.

Heather pulled all of the way back and let his cock pop out again. "Poor boy won't last very long," Heather beamed. "What do you girls want?" With that she rammed his cock back down her throat.

"Take it," Mandy said, "and show us. Then swallow."

Heather's mouth raced up and down the shaft. Soon, John flinched and cried his pleasure. Heather captured every bit. When he was done, she pulled away from him and opened her mouth, revealing the pool of white on her tongue. After she had turned to show one and all, she made a show of swallowing. She opened her mouth again, showing it empty. She grinned.

"How many orgasms have you had so far today, John?" Gail asked.

"Four," John shyly answered.

Gail shook her head, grinning. "Let's go get some lunch."

Chapter 11

The new tables and chairs were finished and ready for use. The children � and the girls, who didn't want to be lumped in with the little kids � were rounded up and washed.

"What kind of sandwich would you like for lunch?" asked Mandy. "Give me your orders and the replicator and I will 'cook.'"

"Good idea, Mandy," said Gail. "If I had a batch of soup made, would anyone eat it?"

John sat down at the round table. He soon found himself surrounded by children. Amy sat on his right, Janice on his left, Stephanie and Michael sat across from him. John wasn't sure about any of their motives.

He sensed that the two older girls were sizing him up as a lover. He was pretty sure that both girls wanted desperately to be treated as adults. John shook his head at the thought that age 14 was now the magic dividing line. So young, he thought to himself. He realised that he was only three years older than Elizabeth. He knew he had matured a lot in that time. He thought about the boy he had been at that age, and tried to imagine that boy here in his shoes. He shuddered.

John wondered whether Jenny's two were in the market for a dad. They seemed nice kids. They looked so... earnest... as though it dawned on them that they needed a dad, and he was the leading candidate. John didn't know anything about their lives before yesterday. He didn't know much about being a dad. Which made him remember that he was about to become a father to the children of six women, plus the two on both sides of him, when they came of age.

Amy especially was working on being seductive, and coy, for John. Janice wasn't as sure about her feelings, and the quantity of hormones in her body may not have been as high as in Amy's. John had an idea. He looked around and found Jenny still making her sandwich. He got up and went over to her. He told her what he had in mind. She agreed. He returned to his seat.

Soon Jenny came to the table, carrying her sandwich on a plate and a drink. "Would you like to join us?" John asked.

"I would," Jenny answered, "but all of the seats are taken."

"Amy," John said as he looked at her, "if you have finished your lunch, would you like to sit on my lap and let Jenny sit with her children?"

Amy was surprised at the offer. She had had that exact goal in mind, but had no idea how to carry it out. Blushing and stammering, she rose from her seat and approached John. He moved his seat back and turned so she could be part of the conversation comfortably. She nervously settled herself on his lap, still blushing furiously. He stroked her back in an effort to calm her.

He wanted Amy to begin to feel comfortable with him. He felt that she deserved her place in the adult group, junior as that place may be. He wanted to help her begin to feel like a woman.

He knew Janice was in a different sphere. He knew that Amy felt a great need to be part of the adult group, but also needed companionship from Janice. He realised he could promote Janice's sense of connection to the adults through Amy. John gently reached his arm over Janice's back and drew her close to him. Now he had Amy on his lap and Janice close by his side. He gently stroked both of their backs. The girls liked that so much, they all but purred.

Jenny and Jenny's children were of interest to him. Jenny had made a lot of points with him when she had helped him become a better lover. He had already used her guidance to good effect. He wanted to know how she felt he would fit into the lives of Stephanie and Michael.

"So tell me, Stephanie, how do you like your new home? You suddenly have a lot of family." he said.

Stephanie blushed and turned her gaze to her lap. After a moment, she mumbled a reply. John couldn't make it out.

"Jenny, you must be proud of your children, so well behaved and seemingly so bright. Will you share a bit about yourselves, please?"

"I am proud," she answered, smiling. "They are somewhat reserved, as I am. My father was � is � a minister. I am an only child. The children's father was a clerk. He was a quiet man. Unfortunately, he died last year. The children and I are very close."

"I'm sorry to hear about their father" John said. "I'm sure it was hard on them."

Amy added, "We've had fun in the playroom together. I for one am glad to have them about. I enjoy Stephanie's sense of humour."

"Janice, and Amy," said John as he hugged them both, "Jenny will have the first baby in our new family."

Both girls squealed excitedly. Janice blurted out, "Are you pregnant?" Then she clapped her hand over her mouth and blushed deeply. Amy giggled.

"I'm not pregnant yet," Jenny grinned. "That's John's job."

"Can we watch?" cried Amy. She didn't flinch, but she did blush. She looked at John, hoping he wasn't upset.

John looked back at her with surprise all over his face. "I don't think Jenny had it in mind that I do my job this very minute!"

Jenny smiled shyly. "I don't even know whether I *can* get pregnant. AI?"

The disembodied voice responded, "The nanites have been preparing your body since it was announced this morning that you would be first. Conception should occur within the next twelve hours. An additional supply of sperm would be helpful."

"Oh, my," said a surprised Jenny. "Just like that? How different our world has become. I suppose you will confirm conception when it occurs?"

"When the fertilised egg has implanted itself in the uterine wall, you will be notified," the AI replied.

Jenny's expression showed the mixture of feelings she had. "Amy, Janice, I don't mind you watching. I'm afraid, though, that you won't learn much. You see, I am nearly as innocent as yourselves. I have kissed a man. I've had a man in my vagina � one man, until today. I have never had sex except on my back. I have never had sex except in bed. I would like at least to try new things, but I have never had the opportunity. I am afraid to experiment."

Janice, and especially Amy, had wonder and amazement written all over their faces. "No way!" said Janice.

"Jenny," Amy solemnly said, "will you share with us? The only thing you have done, we can't do. We want to try *everything*. Janice can't start yet, but she can see how you respond. She can hear you tell her how it feels, whether you like it, whether it hurts, whether you would ever do it again. Jenny, will you?"

The talk had attracted Mandy's attention. Mandy had moved to stand behind Jenny. "What Amy means, Jenny, is that if you don't fancy sodomy, she might decline the opportunity when it is her turn!"

"Mom!" cried Amy. "Except for making babies, I have more experience than Jenny! I can help her, too!"

"Oh, is your hymen not intact?" asked Mandy.

"It is, Mom, that's not what I meant," whined Amy. "I don't have any experience fucking, and I certainly haven't carried a baby to term. At least I know how to pleasure a girl!"

"Oh, you do," answered Mandy. "I don't think that language was necessary. I think you can express yourself without use of the word 'fuck.'"

"Sorry," Amy said.

"Wait, wait, wait," interjected Jenny. "I don't think I volunteered to be buggered, at least not yet. With this many ready and willing women, I for one see little need for me to sharpen my skills at pleasing John with my mouth. However, if the AI is to be believed, we will all soon need sexual release nearly every day. That seems a tall order for poor John. It would be worthwhile if I gained a backup skill."

"All right, Jenny," Mandy sighed. "How do you want to do this? I think you won't want it to feel too staged."

"I know, I know," Amy put in brightly. "Jenny and I can take a shower, together. I'll behave, I promise. While we shower, John and Janice can relax on the bed, and get to know each other a bit. The AI can chaperone. When we finish the shower, we will join them on the bed. Any of you voyeurs can have the AI show you."

Mandy answered, "I think I have a better idea. This is the blind leading the blind, isn't it? I hope you don't have *a lot* of experience, here?" Amy shook her head no. "Amy, you're excited about this, but Jenny or John � or both � may be uncomfortable with this plan. This probably is far outside their comfort zone. It is a tribute to them both if they are willing to do this, and willing to include you!

"All right, then. Unless Jenny or John object, here is what I suggest: the three of you, Jenny, John, and Amy, go have a shower together. Don't get carried away. Wash, and enjoy a bit of touchy-feely. Explore a bit. Then retire to bed, and see where your explorations take you. I will keep Janice with me. We can cuddle together while we watch and listen to you. We can talk, and I can answer her questions without bothering you."

That sounded as good a plan as any other. Jenny and John wondered why this episode suddenly had to occur *now*, but neither said anything. The fact that Jenny would soon conceive John's first child weighed on both of them.

Mandy folded Janice into her arms and whispered, "Never fear: you and I will have more fun than you would have had on the far corner of the bed. Let's get ready."

When she heard Mandy's plan, Janice felt with a pang that she had been left out. Mandy's comfort still made her feel she had been given the consolation prize. But the feel of Mandy's hands stroking her back, and the sparkle in Mandy's eyes, brought her spirits up.

John, Jenny and Amy made their way into the shower. They stood under the flowing water in something of a group hug. Their gazes moved from one to the other. John gently kissed Jenny, and then Amy. She turned to Jenny and brought her lips close. Jenny's expression flashed uncertainty, but she moved in and accepted the kiss.

"Amy," a blushing Jenny whispered, "this is very difficult for me. I will do my best, but please be slow and gentle with me. This violates every rule I have lived by."

"We will," Amy quietly answered. John nodded agreement. "Stay as you are, but let's step out of the spray," she said. As best she could reach, she lathered John's back and Jenny's back. "Jenny, let's wash John."

The women lathered John's body, murmuring pleasure and delight with his various body parts. Their hands reached the base of his abdomen at the same time. After briefly looking into each other's eyes, their hands began 'washing' his rampant cock and his balls.

"Don't get carried away, there," John whispered. "Save that for later."

They did. Amy made a show of thoroughly lathering his bum, including deep in the crack. They continued down his legs. With his help, they each finished up with a foot.

John helped them to stand, and wrapped them in another hug. They shared lingering kisses, this time with less hesitation from Jenny.

He gathered some lather, shared some with Amy, and began washing Jenny. All had fun. Both John and Amy made certain that every bit of Jenny's breasts were washed. The nipples were made to stand proud to take their scrubbing. John and Amy also met at Jenny's crotch. Their explorations there lasted longer. Amy took the opportunity to compare Jenny's anatomy with what she knew about herself. She just had to reach inside Jenny with her fingers, a place out of reach in herself. She marvelled at the feel.

Jenny struggled with deeply mixed feelings. At first she was put off by the touch of one so young, and another girl at that. The girl's assertive nature was also troubling. At the same time, the enthusiastic attention of this Adonis made her blood run hot. The looming conception played powerfully on her mind. She was amazed that Amy was easily able to slide two fingers all the way into her body.

Amy also made a show of thoroughly washing Jenny's bum. She reached back up and made quite sure that Jenny's armpits were scrubbed as well. Then she and John continued scrubbing, down Jenny's legs and feet.

When they finished, John and Amy rose and joined Jenny in another embrace. All three let their heightened lust be seen. The three-way kisses were longer, deeper and more passionate. Hands glided everywhere, touching, squeezing, and caressing.

They broke their embrace and John collected lather once again. After sharing with Jenny this time, they set to work on Amy.

Jenny's mind was fogged with lust, but discomfort lingered. Jenny knew that the missionary style sex � all she had ever known � would not be sufficient for young Amy. Jenny wasn't sure she could avoid having John's cock shoved up her bum. She knew that hideous act would surely be the worst pain ever.

Jenny decided that, the more time and energy focused upon Amy, the less would be left for her. She would make sure she won a batch of manseed in her womb. Jenny set out to dial up Amy's lust, to bring Amy to such heights, as the young woman had never experienced.

She kissed Amy, starting gently but adding more and more passion. She pulled back from Amy's lips and quietly told John, "Follow my lead."

She pulled Amy's arm over her own shoulders, and saw that John did the same. She started kissing and licking Amy's ear and neck while her hands ran up and down Amy's body, caressing.

Her fingers began to trace slow circles around Amy's chest. The circles became smaller. Jenny's fingers approached, and then reached Amy's areola, but she didn't stop. Round and round went her finger. Then she began stroking right across the nipple. She captured the nipple between her thumb and index finger. She pinched it and pulled it away from Amy's body. Amy moaned her pleasure.

The other hand had been busy on Amy's back, up where her neck met her shoulders, and down across her bum. Jenny squeezed and stretched Amy's bum, drawing more moans from Amy.

John of course was mad with lust. Showering with a woman � showering with two women! � was new to him. All the fondling, and kissing, and caressing was driving him mad. Amy had wrapped her fist around his rampant manhood. That she was too delirious with her own lust to jack his cock only barely kept him from exploding.

Jenny's hand trailed from Amy's breast right down to her pussy. Jenny noted that John's hand followed. Jenny's fingers trailed along one side of Amy's slit, down and up until Jenny reached the top. There, she rubbed Amy's clit before moving back down again. Amy jerked in pleasure, and Jenny was glad Amy was being supported.

Jenny had planned to masturbate Amy to orgasm in the shower. She realised that if she denied Amy her release, that Amy would demand more attention when they reached the bed. Jenny wanted less attention in bed, so in the shower she didn't bring Amy to orgasm

Jenny resumed the body wash. She took her cue from Amy and made sure she did a thorough job on the younger girl's bum. Down the legs they went, and were done.

Up they came into another hug. Now they were all of them lathered up. The feel of their bodies sliding against the others was wonderful. After passionate kisses, they stepped back into the spray and rinsed themselves off. The drying blowers rather forced them away from each other so they could dry off. Finally dry, they stepped out of the shower and prepared to retire to the bed.

Chapter 12

Mandy had escorted Janice upstairs to an unused bedroom. She had had the AI reconfigure a bed more like a divan, so they could lay on it with their heads propped up. It was obvious that Janice felt left out, felt on the wrong side of an unfair dividing line.

"Janice," Mandy said when they had climbed onto the bed, "I really did mean this a boon for you. It wasn't me shuffling the snotty little sister out of the way."

"But I wanted to SEE!" whined Janice.

Mandy laughed. "Janice, you will be able to see everything, right here! The AI will project the images."

"We tried that before," Janice complained, "and it was too far away. We really couldn't see well at all."

Mandy asked, "What did you look at?"

Janice blushed crimson. "We watched you, last night, with John."

"AI," Mandy spoke to the ceiling, "listen and then act. I want a holographic display, a video if you will, of the sex last night � John and me. Keep Jenny in the frame as well, please. I want the display to appear just beyond our feet. I want you to begin just before I threw my leg over John's body. Begin with a still, so we can adjust it if we want. Do it now."

The image of John, on his back, hung in mid-air below their feet. John's head was to the left. Jenny sat between John's legs, her own legs folded back, and facing John. The image of Mandy was further away, sitting like Jenny on the far side of John.

"Please turn the image," Mandy instructed, "so that we see from over John's left shoulder." The tableau rotated anti-clockwise, and then stopped. "It is not necessary to display entire bodies. Move in toward Jenny. Stop. Back up a bit. Stop. That's good."

Mandy turned to Janice. She put her arm under Janice's neck, and pulled her into a hug. "I bet you're trying to get your sea legs on this new living arrangement, aren't you?" Janice nodded. "I am too. I was joined to this circus to help out with the mothering department, as well as act as baby maker. I'm not sure you'd be willing to elect me Mother just yet, you haven't gotten to know me.

"Now, here I am, getting ready to share with you the most vivid sex movie you'll ever see, starring yours truly. How will I ever be able to discipline you? I can just hear you answer, sing-song, 'Mom, your tits are hanging out!' or maybe, 'Mandy, your pussy is showing!' Both women doubled over in laughter. When they had recovered, Mandy became serious.

"I really know the spot you're in just now. How long is it until your birthday?"

"Four months," Janice answered.

"And here we are, in what looks to become a perpetual orgy, and here we can't touch you, and you can't touch us. How unfair!" She paused a bit. "Now, I don't know if I'll ever make it to being your mother, partly because I see you're determined to be a woman as soon as possible. I don't doubt we'll one day be lovers. Probably we'll suckle each other's babies. We might one day become like sisters. Until that time, I'd be satisfied if I could be your friend."

Janice looked at Mandy, her expression showing incomprehension. The look on her face rapidly changed as she worked through what she'd heard. As the meaning sank in, she beamed. She pulled herself atop Mandy's chest and delivered a monstrous hug. When she pulled her face back to gaze at Mandy, there were tears running down her face.

"I didn't mean to make you cry," Mandy chuckled.

Janice was radiant, even through the tears. "These are tears of joy, silly. I can't tell you how happy you have just made me!"

"Well, if I have," Mandy went on, "then I apologise." Janice giggled.

Changing the subject, Mandy looked toward the ceiling. "AI, are the lovebirds still in the shower?"

The AI answered, "If by that you mean John, Jenny and Amy, then the answer is yes. Would you like to see?"

"No," Mandy replied, "but please inform us when they have finished with their shower and are drying off."

"Acknowledged."

"Now, AI, will you please roll the film so we can watch Mandy fuck John."

As they watched, the image of Mandy moved her leg over John. A disembodied hand was snatched away from John's cock. They saw Jenny's hands reach around to grasp Mandy's breasts. They saw Jenny's hand snake down into Mandy's bush and beyond. They saw Jenny's fingers slip inside Mandy. Then Mandy lifted herself up and pulled John's cock toward her while Jenny withdrew her hand.

"Stop!" said Mandy. "Zoom in on the cock and pussy. Closer. Proceed slowly. Stop." The image of Mandy had taken all of John's cock inside herself.

"You can see everything!" Janice gasped.

"I bet you could count the cunt hairs if you wanted to," Mandy snickered. "You can get as close a shot as you want. AI, zoom back out and run until John has his orgasm." They watched the rest of the vignette in silence.

"John, Jenny and Amy have finished their shower," the AI reported.

"Thank you. Please dismiss last night's show. Please show John now, in one quarter size. When John climbs onto a bed, change to full size. Optimise the viewing angle."

"Acknowledged."

"Mmm, that made me hot," said Mandy. She made a show of reaching between her legs to gather moisture onto her finger. She started to put her finger in Janice's mouth, then quickly retracted it. "Damn, I can't do that." She put her finger to her own nose, smelled, then popped it into her mouth. After cleaning her finger, she returned her hand to her sex, rubbing slowly up and down. "I want to time my orgasm to exactly match Amy's. And Jenny's. And John's. I like lots of orgasms when I jill off. Do you?"

Chapter 13

When they reached the bed, Jenny hurriedly climbed up and lay on her back. Amy and John climbed on and stretched out on each side of Jenny. They lay there, looking at each other for a while.

Amy moved in for a kiss. Jenny felt her own hesitation, overcame it, and met Amy's kiss. Not a lust-filled kiss, but one that promised more to come.

Now it was John's turn. He brought his lips to Jenny's, held back briefly, and then started a more passionate attack. John was soon sucking and nibbling on Jenny's lips. Amy began an assault on Jenny's neck. Soon both John and Amy were caressing Jenny's upper chest. Lower and lower they went, until finally their hands covered her areola. They pressed and squeezed the flesh. The nipples were pinched and pulled.

Amy started kissing southward from Jenny's neck. After a few moments sucking and licking Jenny's breast, the kisses again headed south. Jenny broke her kiss with John and whispered, "Amy...."

Amy drew back up so she could see Jenny's eyes. She gently placed her finger on Jenny's lips and said, "Didn't we just shower?" Jenny nodded. "And is your neck clean enough to taste?" Jenny nodded. "And your breasts? And your armpits? And your toes?" Jenny nodded. "Then tell me, Jenny, is every part of your body clean enough to taste?" Jenny looked stricken. She blushed crimson, but she reluctantly nodded yes.

"Kiss her, John. Jenny, I won't shame you. I will be gentle, and loving." With that, she started kissing Jenny's body, ever southward. Jenny's breasts were licked and sucked again. Jenny was writhing from the combined onslaught of John and Amy's attentions. Soon, Amy's kisses made their way down to Jenny's mound.

As she moved her own body to be between Jenny's legs, Amy kissed all over and around the lush mound of hair. "John, if you want to know what cunt hair caught in your teeth feels like, you'd better do so soon!" She snickered.

Amy kissed and licked her way down the crease between Jenny's leg and her body. When Amy reached the bottom, she flattened her tongue and licked from below Jenny's slit all the way to the top. She immediately licked her way right back down. On the next upward pass, Amy made her tongue the shape of a point and pressed it as deeply into Jenny's slit as she could, passing right over her vaginal opening, up to the top. There, she lashed Jenny's clit several times. Jenny shuddered.

John was busy kissing Jenny passionately, and caressing and fondling her breasts. They traded whispers. Jenny was flushed all the way down past the tops of her breasts. Her breathing was shallow and rapid.

Amy sent her tongue back down Jenny's slit. This time, Amy pressed her tongue as deeply into Jenny's vaginal opening as she could, then moved it out and in repeatedly. Jenny gasped.

Amy started all over again, from the bottom, tongue flat, all the way to the top. This time when she reached the top, she cupped her lips atop Jenny's clit, and sucked. Releasing her vacuum, she lashed Jenny's clit some more. Jenny couldn't hold back her moan.

Back down again. As deep into Jenny as she could reach. Back up again with pointed tongue. This time at the top, Amy's pointed tongue circled Jenny's clit, but didn't touch it. Jenny cried out her need.

On and on, over and over, Amy tortured Jenny's pussy. Finally, Amy's tongue reached the top and she sucked for all she was worth. Jenny's orgasm crashed over her, and she bucked and thrashed. Amy did her best to keep her mouth on Jenny's clit, lashing and sucking.

Finally, Jenny's orgasm was spent. "Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod," was all Jenny could say. Amy's now gentle licks and kisses to Jenny's pussy felt wonderful. When Jenny had recovered, she turned to John. "I want you now! Please, John!"

John made to climb between Jenny's legs for a missionary entry. Amy was having none of that. She pulled his shoulder, forcing him back where he was. "Jenny, you get on top!"

Reluctantly, Jenny rose up and threw her leg over John's body. Amy put her head near John's hip. "I want to watch this!" she whispered.

Jenny whispered her own "I've only ever touched a cock once before!" She stroked the shaft a few times. Satisfied � John was as hard as a rock � she positioned herself above him and slowly sank down. The look on her face was angelic. She reached bottom and held still, her hands on John's chest. "Now what?"

"Silly girl," answered Amy. "What would John do now?"

With an embarrassed look, Jenny lifted herself a bit and came back down. As that worked pretty well, she tried it again, a bit longer and a bit harder. Satisfied, she started to get a rhythm.

John was obviously pleased. He began gently to fondle her breasts. She moved one of her hands onto his and squeezed, indicating that he should do the same. And he did, becoming more aggressive with his handling.

Amy had moved herself into position behind Jenny. She used both hands to stroke Jenny's back, from her neck all the way down to her bum and back up again. She lent her strength to Jenny by pushing up and down on Jenny's hips, helping her lift her body up and slam it back down. By now, Jenny was babbling. Amy knew Jenny's peak was near.

Amy pressed on Jenny's upper back, indicating that Jenny should try laying her chest on John's. She did that, and found she liked it.

Amy wasted no time at all, for fear Jenny would rise up again. Amy's pointed tongue started from the top of Jenny's arse crack, as deeply as she could, all the way down. Jenny shrieked in surprise. Expecting a strong reaction, Amy's hands were as high on Jenny's back as she could reach, pressing down. Amy's tongue attacked Jenny's sphincter, licking across again and again, attempting penetration.

That was too much for Jenny. The most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced washed over her. She bounced and jerked and trembled like a rag doll. On and on it went. Finally, she slumped forward, unconscious.

John, trapped beneath his now sleeping lover, was flummoxed. "What happened?" he asked.

"She passed out," Amy snickered.

"Is she all right?" he worried.

"She'll be fine. She'll awaken in a few moments. I think she liked it. What about you?"

"My god, Amy," John whispered in wonderment, "I've never experienced that in my life! That was incredible!"

"Oh, good. Perhaps you two will invite me for a rematch?" Amy giggled. She looked the Cheshire Cat. "Let's roll her to your left, John, in case you need to get up."

Amy moved herself out of the way and gently helped John reposition the sleeping Jenny. The movement roused her though. The expressions rushing across her face were amazing, from daze to awe and wonder. She looked back and forth between them, her mouth flapping like a fish out of water, unable to form coherent sounds. Amy and John chuckled softly.

"What happened?" she was finally able to utter.

"I think your brain suddenly decided you needed sleep," John grinned.

"I fainted?" she asked.

"Well," Amy quipped, "I think the technical description is that you were fucked stupid." John and Amy laughed heartily. Jenny blushed crimson, but grinned as well.

Amy got a serious expression on her face. She moved her gaze from Jenny to John. "Jenny, we aren't done yet. John has to fuck a baby into you. I know you're tired. I'll make it easy for you. Turn over. Pull your knees up, and put your bum in the air. Rest your cheek on the bed. John, come over here."

John rose to his knees and, amazingly, was still hard. Amy positioned him between Jenny's legs. He didn't need more direction. He aligned his cock with her pussy and slowly but firmly pressed himself all the way in.

He held her hips and, slowly at first, pulled almost out of her, then pounded back in. Soon, he had a rhythm going. Jenny threw herself back to meet his every thrust.

Amy took the opportunity to work on Jenny's breasts as best she could reach. She concentrated on the nipples, squeezing and pulling.

Soon, she moved back near Jenny's hips. With one hand, she reached under and found Jenny's clit. She began stroking it, gathering moisture from beneath.

With the other hand, she began playing with Jenny's sphincter, rubbing across and around it. Amy reached between her own legs and collected moisture. She scraped the moisture off her fingers just above Jenny's arse hole, then collected more and repeated the process. Soon, there was enough moisture for Amy's purpose. She rubbed the moisture around the entrance and, suddenly, forced one finger inside.

The combination of John's pounding, Amy's strumming her clit, and the finger going into her bum, set Jenny off like a firecracker. She keened and howled, jumped and jerked, and finally stretched out flat and was still.

John too was exhausted. Jenny's stretching out had extracted his cock from her pussy. Acting as though dizzy, he finally made it onto his back beside Jenny.

As Jenny began to recover, she felt what could only be Amy, helping herself to the cream pie between Jenny's legs. "Amy! I need that seed if I am to conceive!"

"You only need one seed," Amy giggled in reply, "and John just gave you millions. I'm just taking those escaping your hole!" They all had a good chuckle at that.

John remembered Jenny's earlier lesson, and focused his attention on Jenny. "That was incredible!" he whispered. He kissed her gently over as much of her face as he could reach.

She grinned. "I'm afraid Amy is to blame for that. I think you are lucky that she's not yet 14. Oh, god, Amy, I can't take any more. Come up here, please!"

When Jenny felt Amy stir, she rolled away from John and onto her back, making room for Amy between them. Amy slid into place, then looked back and forth between Jenny and John, beaming. Both John and Jenny caressed Amy.

"You little minx!" Jenny chuckled. "And just how does a 13-year-old learn how to send an old woman into orbit?"

"You aren't an old woman, Jenny," Amy grinned, "and you'll soon shed nearly half the age you do have. I saw the new look."

"You didn't answer how you'd gained such experience," Jenny continued. "You have gained invitation under false pretences! I thought you the innocent. No one, not even my husband, has ever tasted my pussy before. I have seldom broken a sweat during intercourse. I have *never* had such an orgasm that I fainted!"

Both Jenny and John now had a nipple between their thumb and index finger, and were pinching and pulling. Amy had had no relief in their romp on the bed, and her body was becoming increasingly aroused.

"Why, at slumber parties," Amy chirped.

"And at slumber parties," Jenny added, "for bedtime snack, you eat each other's pussy? And is deeply licking each other's bum part of the deal as well? What possessed you to invade my bum with your finger?" Amy grinned and nodded to each question.

"I had thought to make you the centre of attention in this bed," Jenny told her, "in order to deflect attention from me. You chucked that plan immediately." Jenny let her fingers meander down the young girl's abdomen and began caressing her pussy. "You have taught me more than the sum of my previous knowledge.

"I thought I was a 'dead fuck,' Amy. I got little satisfaction from sex. I thought I'd get enough to keep my belly full, and no more. I owe you a very great deal. Not only have you shared technique, you have released *desire* in me that was never there before. I cannot begin to repay you in full. But I will pay you what I can."

With that, she began kissing Amy, long kisses, and short, deep kisses and chaste. Jenny began to work her way south, her movements showing her inexperience. John took over the attention to Amy's face and neck. He continued to squeeze and caress her breast.

In spite of her lack of grace, Jenny finally found her face right in front of Amy's pussy. Jenny took the time to explore, using her fingers to expose the folds, touching the place where Amy's clit would soon reveal itself. Remembering what Amy had done to her, Jenny flattened her tongue and slowly licked from bottom to top. Amy groaned approval.

Jenny tried to repeat everything Amy had done to her. Amy didn't seem to mind that Jenny had to substitute enthusiasm for skill. She must have been doing something right. It was obvious that Amy's lust was rapidly rising toward a peak.

Jenny heard Amy whisper, "John, I'm going to cum. Watch my body." Soon enough, a crimson Amy began to keen as her body violently shook and jerked. When it had passed, Amy tugged at Jenny, nudging her up to join in the cuddling and kissing.

Shortly, all three were asleep.

Chapter 14

"Sponsor Elizabeth, you have a visitor at the door," intoned the AI.

"And, who, pray tell, would that be?" answered Elizabeth.

"Prince Andrew."

"Then by all means, open the door and bid him enter. AI, in future, would you please simply say, 'Prince Andrew is at the door and wishes to enter,'"

"Acknowledged."

Elizabeth went to the foyer and found her brother standing there. She gave him a hug and kiss on the cheek. "Come in, come in. I'm glad to see you."

"Well, yes, I'm rather glad to see you, too," replied Andrew, waving his hand up and down her length.

They settled into opposite sofas in the living room. "You know I've always liked being undressed. This is *my* home now, and no one remains who will tell me otherwise."

"I did know that, Elizabeth, and this *is* your home. I trust you will dress before leaving the pod?"

Elizabeth said, "I am still mulling that. I'm just as glad you've come to visit. I would like your thoughts. What is the dress code in your pod?"

Gail entered the room and approached them. The Prince turned to her, acknowledging her presence. "Your Highness. May I offer you some refreshment?"

"Hello, Gail," the Prince responded. "It's nice to see you again � all of you." Gail blushed furiously. "We were just discussing dress codes. No, thank you, to the refreshments."

"Don't be nasty, brother," chided Elizabeth. "Gail is the least comfortable of us in the nude. Now, in performance of her duty, she must present herself for your inspection. I thought you were rather rude."

"Well, I was at that, Gail," said Andrew, "and it was completely uncalled for. Please accept my sincere apology. My sister's appearance rather took me off of my gait and I'm having a bit of trouble recovering."

Gail murmured assent and quickly withdrew.

"I do regret my behaviour." Andrew told his sister. "You do know about young men, and hormones, and all that?"

"I have had repeated lessons over the past day," she grinned. "Or, rather, I have observed repeated lessons."

"So you haven't, shall we say, crossed the threshold yet?"

"Not yet, dear brother. But I shall not suffer that circumstance very much longer."

"Inasmuch as this is your parade, how is it that you have been delayed?" asked Andrew.

Elizabeth answered, "It's rather a long story. On the whole, things are going swimmingly. But I would like to return to the original topic."

"Oh, yes," said Andrew, "nudity outside your home. The authorities are still struggling to get families shifted between two transports, and that sort. A large number of sponsor groups were simply made to camp out in various public places while the mess was being sorted out. We were really very lucky. R-H-I-P, I suppose, was invoked here to get us stowed in our own pods so soon."

"Yes, yes, Rank Hath Its Privilege," answered Elizabeth. "I thought it because of concerns by the marines over our security. We have been guarded our whole lives, no matter how remote your rank as heir. Somehow, I persuaded myself that that had been left behind with the rest."

Andrew grinned, "Just because you haven't seen the security doesn't mean it isn't there."

"And I suppose it shall always remain?" asked Elizabeth.

"Have no doubt," said Andrew. "It needn't be intrusive at all. You know the AI sees and records everything. The security team is using its abilities to good advantage."

"Again, I reel you back in to the point of digression: nudity outside the home. At the risk of supplying another opportunity to go off on a tangent, you seem to be having an unusually difficult time staying on-point," Elizabeth chided.

"Sorry, sorry, Sister. I'll get to the issue straight away. I confess I have in the last day gone from repressed hormone-laden teenage boy to something of a lecher. I have had more sex in the past day than I would care remember. I'm afraid my brain is somewhat addled. I had hoped to compare notes with you, but that apparently will have to wait a bit.

"Right, right, nudity," he continued. "Many of the sponsors have had their concubines remain nude. However, the ones seen are those not yet housed permanently. I can't say with any certainty what will be the norm in a week, or a month, or a year.

"As for my own pod, it would be difficult to clearly state a rule. Some started the day wearing shifts. Some of those want their shift right back on after a bout with me, some just left it off. I really don't think my pod is a good example of anything just now."

"All right, then," said Elizabeth, "this is my thinking. Augmentation changes everything. Everyone will have been sculpted into the appearance wanted � at least wanted by the sponsor. Here, let me give you a live example.

"AI, on my left, please display images of my entire family, including me, as we presently appear. On my right, please display the images as they will be after augmentation."

"I see," said Andrew, looking back and forth. "Every one of them is very attractive. Was it you who decided on the changes?"

"No, Brother," she said. "I let them have free hand in their own decisions. I simply asked that each of them be recognisably themselves, and that their appearance be natural � no plastic tits, or the like.

"But we'll digress again if I'm not careful. The point is we will look as we have dreamed we could be for our entire lives. Given that at least every sponsor has that sponsor's own ideal image, why would they not wish to display their perfection?"

"How interesting," marvelled Andrew. "I suppose there must be some counter-arguments. You've thought this through at length. Would you insist on complete nudity? Or require nudity be deemed acceptable 'attire' wherever?"

"You're right, of course," said Elizabeth. "It isn't really simple at all. We are told that the environment of Albion is benign. That doesn't mean humans will not need protection from sunburn, or scratchy bushes, or the like. Until we know more about the planet, it seems a waste to even discuss outdoor attire. This entire subject requires a great deal more consideration."

Chapter 15

John awoke from his nap and found himself in a tangle of female arms and legs. He took the time to gently and slowly extricate himself without waking either of the two women. When he was up, he decided that yet another shower was in order. He made his way to the bathroom, started the shower, and stepped into the soothing hot spray. He stood in the spray, letting it cascade from his head down his body.

Presently, he gathered up some lather and began washing his hair. He was surprised when a pair of hands reached round his chest and began rubbing lather over his chest and abdomen. "Mmmm, that feels wonderful," he murmured.

"I'm glad you like it," the female replied in a whisper. "You feel pretty good to me, too."

John tried turning to discover who she was, but she held him in place. "No fair peeking," she whispered. The area being lathered was expanded, but only above his waist. She dug her fingers into his flesh like a masseuse. He felt her nipples scrape his back. "Let's play 'Twenty Questions.'"

"All right," he said. "Let me think. Are you our sponsor?"

"No," she answered.

"Are you an adult?"

"Yes," she said.

"Do you have a child in our new family?"

"No," she answered.

"Have we been lovers?" he asked.

"How gauche," she whispered.

"Hmmm," he said. "Had you been on the catering staff?"

"Yes," she replied.

"Come round here, Tracy, I want to kiss you," he said. She stepped under his right arm and stood before him. He wrapped her in his arms and moved in for a kiss. Their eyes locked on each other, he slowly closed the distance until his lips met hers. The kiss, first gentle, began to heat up. Soon their tongues were doing their best to examine each other's tonsils.

He broke the kiss but kept his eyes on hers. "How did you know I was in the shower?"

She giggled. "You haven't begun to plumb the capabilities of the AI. I have special needs, owing to my condition. You have more to learn, and I will be your teacher." She resumed their kissing, the heat building between them. She brought his hands to her breasts, and he began squeezing and caressing them.

She broke the kiss again. Her hand snaked down his abdomen. She found and grasped his rigid cock with her soapy hand. "Some women will never have sex during their period. Those that will must deal with the mess that's made. Bloodstains on the sheets are acutely embarrassing, and very difficult to clean up. On the other hand, during the menses is the only time a woman is certain that she won't become pregnant. That is powerfully attractive to some women.

"The other problem is that tampons absorb a woman's lubrication just as well as menstrual blood. And so, if a woman wants to enjoy sex during that time, a lubricant is often necessary. I have found that soapsuds make an excellent lubricant. And the shower washes away all the mess."

They kissed for a while longer. "There is another alternative, which I'll demonstrate to you soon. I think you are about to have a number of firsts in a very short time. Shall we begin? Have you ever had sex standing up?"

With that, she resumed her passionate kissing. John was in heaven. She manoeuvred herself so that his rock hard cock was between her legs. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself up. She was somehow able to capture his cock at the entrance to her pussy. She let herself down and felt him slide deeply into her. She moved them backwards until she was against the shower wall; she lifted one leg, and said, "Fuck me, John. Fuck me hard."

And so he did. Four hands wandered far and wide over both bodies. He slammed into her with powerful strokes. Their pace quickened, and she felt the jets of his spend deep within her. She kept him going until she knew he would remain hard.

She gave him a sly look. "John, have you ever buggered someone?" The look on his face was priceless. He looked horrified, revolted and lust-crazed, all at the same time. "I'll take that to mean 'no.' Then this is your lucky day." She gently pushed him away from her. His cock came out of her pussy and sprang back on his abdomen. She lathered his cock, turned her back to him, and made a show of lathering her bum.

Poor John was completely dazed. She grabbed his cock and gently pulled. He stepped forward in response. She drew his cock up and down through her arse crack, aligned the tip with her sphincter, and began to gently push backwards. Soon, the head popped in. She stood still, waiting until she was accustomed to his size. Then, slowly but firmly, she began pushing again. Finally, he was completely within her.

She captured his hands and placed them on her hips. "Start slowly, and build until you find a comfortable rhythm," she said. Not waiting for him to begin, she started working a nipple with one hand while she strummed her clit with the other.

Like an automaton, John began to stroke. He quickly discovered that the sensation on his cock was completely different than the feel of a pussy, but still very good. His enthusiasm built with the speed and power of his thrusts. He recovered enough to begin kissing and nibbling her neck and ears. Soon he was puffing like a freight train, wheezing and groaning.

The volume and pitch of her keening increased as her orgasm approached. It arrived with such force that it strangled her voice. She shook and jerked.

That drove him over the brink into his own orgasm, so powerful that his knees gave way and he collapsed to the shower floor. Tracy soon followed and they wound up in a heap. The shower water ran over them.

"My god, woman," he wondered, "what did you do to me?" Her giggling turned into a laugh, and he found himself joining her. They laughed so hard that tears ran. They hugged, and kissed, and caressed each other for a long time, still lying on the shower floor.

Chapter 16

Jenny, Amy and John had been sent off to bed. Mandy had marched Janice off for their own session alone. The remaining adults took time to engage and play with the four smaller children. The playroom was surprisingly neat. Gail wondered how that was so, until she saw a crayon being absorbed by the floor of the room.

Adults and children played with clay, and drew pictures, and sang songs. As the children became more comfortable, the connections became more physical � innocent, to be sure, but there was lap time and tickling, and there were hugs galore. Jeremy at first wasn't at all comfortable with the physical affection but, before long, went nearly overboard as his real need revealed itself.

In a stroke of genius, Elizabeth gave little Martin a boon. "Martin," she called in a sing-song voice, "come here. Look, Martin, at what I have in my hand. AI, you can read between the lines, while young Martin can't. Watch, Martin: when I open my hand, you will see a beautiful butterfly." Sure enough, Elizabeth lifted her left hand to reveal a holographic image of a butterfly in the palm of her right hand. The AI had even animated the butterfly, and its wings gently moved. "Don't touch it, Martin, or it will fly all around the room."

Of course, the butterfly was completely irresistible to the boy. As he reached to touch it, the butterfly image launched itself into surprisingly lifelike flight. The AI kept the image just beyond the reach of the delighted boy. When Martin ceased chasing the butterfly, the AI caused it to land somewhere. It even had the butterfly walk a bit. Seeing the butterfly within reach again caused the boy to try to catch it, starting another flight.

On an earlier signal from Elizabeth, Michael, Stephanie and Jeremy had been scooped up into adult laps. They were gently restrained while Martin got his boon. Once Martin and his butterfly were established, Elizabeth turned to the older children.

"You realise, don't you," she said to the three, "that the butterfly is imaginary? The AI controls the butterfly." The children nodded. "I have something like that in mind for you. You can't touch it," she said, as she held her hands before them, "but it will perch on your finger. It's a parakeet," and she moved her hand to reveal a small green bird seemingly perched on her finger.

She was very glad the AI seemed to intuit her plan. She said aloud to the children, and so instructed the AI, "You can't touch it. If you try, it will fly away. It can only do things that a real parakeet can do. It can't fly upside down, and such. The wondrous thing, though, is that it will fly from one of your fingers to your friend. Jeremy, hold your finger out and catch the bird." When he moved his hand, Elizabeth made a show of lofting the bird toward him. The bird dutifully flew from Elizabeth's finger and landed on Jeremy's. His joy was evident.

"Me, too! Me, too!" shouted Michael and Stephanie.

With only a little nudging, Jeremy lofted the bird. It landed on Stephanie's finger and, after a moment, flew over to land on Michael's finger. All the children shrieked and laughed.

"That was amazing!" Tracy said to Elizabeth.

She beamed. "It came to me in a flash. I didn't know if it could be done. I'm glad the AI understood my intentions. AI, has anyone else asked for anything like that before?"

"No," came the reply. "Your idea is so far unique."

"I would like, then, to lay some claim to the idea. I think others will appreciate the idea when they see it. You will of course cooperate, but will you please explain my desire to use the idea as my trademark? Please tell them that I ask that they limit their use of the idea."

"Acknowledged."

In ones and twos, the adults wandered out of the playroom. Some took in a bit of the porn show going on in the master bedroom. Some briefly watched the voyeurs perform their own show in an upstairs bedroom. A couple finally took time to shower. It really seemed the first time that any had had time to be alone. Each reflected upon all that had been left behind, the bizarre and daunting arrangement that was their new life, and the unknown future.

Elizabeth found Gail curled up on a sofa in the living room. "May I join you?" she asked.

"Of course," Gail answered, "my first expanse of time alone was... disconcerting. The children revealed their need for affection. I am strongly feeling that need, too."

Elizabeth sat beside Gail, who moved her head from the sofa arm and onto Elizabeth's shoulder. Elizabeth threw her arm over Gail's shoulders and drew her in for a hug. "I like the feel of your skin on mine, Gail."

"I so wish there was far less skin, Elizabeth," Gail lamented. "My time in the medtube cannot come too soon. I have always felt fat and ugly. My being naked has truly been torture for me."

"Gail, I had no idea you felt so strongly about that," Elizabeth said as she lifted Gail's chin toward her. "You are a true soldier. I cannot in good conscience allow you to suffer. Please go get something to wear."

"No, please don't," Gail cried. "Being the only one dressed would be far worse. I'll survive until my time in the medtube."

Elizabeth caressed the side of Gail's face while they looked into each other's eyes. "AI, when is the earliest that Gail can be scheduled into a medtube?"

"Two members of your party can be scheduled for early tomorrow morning. As concubines Gail and Tracy have the most work to be done, it is recommended that those two be first."

Gail's smile lit up her whole face. Even the tears running down her cheeks didn't detract from the evident joy. "That is a very good plan, AI. Please make suitable arrangements. Arrange delay in pregnancy for Gail and Tracy in line with the rotation we agreed to earlier."

"Acknowledged."

"Gail, you and I have borne our burdens very well so far. I'm afraid you and I are the only adults who have yet to collect John's seed. I for one have deeply mixed feelings about that. My need for affection sings loud and clear within me, though. Will you cuddle with me now?"

They felt the shape of the sofa began to shift even before the two women could begin to manoeuvre themselves into more comfortable positions. Presently, they were stretched out, side by side, faces close, arms over each other. After gazing into each other's eyes, Elizabeth approached for a kiss. She stopped, close but not yet touching, and collected a tiny nod of assent from Gail.

The single tentative kiss became a long, flowing kiss of rising passion, but without any hint of frenzy. Pecks and nibbles and licks mingled with tongue wrestling and all manner of such. Soon fingers began to trace each other's jaw, ear and neck.

There being no sense of urgency at all, Elizabeth pulled back and lay there gazing into Gail's eyes, joy evident across their shining faces. With a bit of a devilish grin, Elizabeth broke their embrace and began kissing and licking her way down Gail's neck and chest.

"Please, Elizabeth..." Gail whispered.

"You know, Gail," Elizabeth quietly said as she continued kissing above Gail's breast, "John remarked that young men fancy females of every shape and size. Girls wonder, too, you know. After the incredible shrinking Gail and Tracy, how shall I know the feel of pendulous breasts? How shall I wonder at the feel of folds of skin? Please, Gail, content yourself with your inner beauty for tonight. Please let me enjoy every inch of you."

Interpreting silence as reluctant assent, Elizabeth returned to her trail down Gail's chest. She managed to free both hands to squeeze and caress Gail's breasts. Elizabeth's lips finally made their way around Gail's areolae and onto her very large nipples. These she alternately sucked and nipped. Gail's rising passion became evident with sounds and wriggling.

Soon, Gail's passion rose to a level where she needed something else. As Elizabeth seemed content to remain where she was, Gail turned the tables on her and began her own assault on Elizabeth's neck and breasts. She too made her way to the tips of Elizabeth's breasts, and mimicked her nips and sucks. Unlike Elizabeth, Gail overcame her powerful reluctance and forced her own hand down Elizabeth's abdomen, into and past the wispy bush, and across her slit. Elizabeth moaned her approval.

Gail moved her face back up and returned to kissing Elizabeth. By this time, Elizabeth's own hand had copied Gail's and had discovered the copious lubrication between Gail's legs. "You realise, don't you," whispered Gail, "that you are the first woman I have ever touched?"

"I suspected as much," grinned Elizabeth. "Not knowing any better, it seems to me that, if fingers were the tool of choice, then one's own fingers may be best. I have an inkling that, if one's tongue reached her clit, then she would do nothing else until she died." Both women giggled that the thought.

"I suggest," Elizabeth continued, "that we do the tongue counterpart to the blind leading the blind. If your tongue does something wonderful, I will do the same. The last one to reach her bliss is the loser!"

With that, Elizabeth released her embrace of Gail, rose up, and settled herself on her side, her face in front of Gail's glistening pussy. This had the effect of placing Gail in much the same position before her own pussy. Each used her fingers to tentatively explore the other. Soon enough, tongues were engaged as well, tentatively at first and then with increasing gusto.

After each collected a number of explosive orgasms, Elizabeth moved back into Gail's arms and, after cuddling, gentle kisses and endearments, both fell asleep.

Chapter 17

"So now we have been in our new home for just about one full day." Elizabeth's delivery was rather formal, much like a speech given for her schooling. "I think it is time to review what we have experienced so far, time for another session with the purpose of organising ourselves, and time to plan dinner.

"Before we begin, I must make a first stage report on the contest to determine who among us is the greatest slattern. Currently in first place is Tracy, who ambushed John in the shower and fucked him standing up even though she has her period. That not being sufficient, she taught him to sodomise her. This so excited him that the blast of his orgasm lifted Tracy three inches off the floor and literally knocked John on his arse." The women were shrieking with laughter. Elizabeth pressed ahead with her 'report.'

"In second place is Jenny, who bonked John twice in one half-day, under the guise of attempting conception. During the second event, Jenny managed not once, but twice to faint straight away. To finish off, Jenny threw off her guise of innocence and delivered a virtuoso performance in eating Amy's twat.

"In third place is Mandy, who rubbed her pussy completely raw while managing to LOSE a jilling contest with Janice. Mandy CHEATED, the jilling taking place as they watched Mandy's daughter Amy take a world class tongue lashing from Jenny, and SHE STILL lost.

"In fourth place is Heather, who delivered a very credible blow job this morning and followed up with by being taken by John from the rear whilst bent over a sofa arm. Heather might have scored higher, but she could get no one but Tracy to eat John's spend from her pussy. While greedily collecting John's spend, Tracy refused to give Heather an orgasm.

"Tied for last place are Gail and Elizabeth, still in the starting gate. Earlier, Jeremy approached Gail and me. He told me he was pretending to be the Little Dutch Boy. We said we didn't understand. He said, 'you know, the Little Dutch Boy. I want to put my finger in the dyke.'"

The entire room was in uproar. People were rolling on the floor, holding their sides, and trying to curb their laughter. Tears rolled everywhere. Elizabeth stood royally, with a completely straight face, looking at them as though they were all daft. She finally broke down and joined the hearty laughter. She wrapped Tracy in a big hug, and followed with hugs for Jenny, Mandy, Heather and Gail. Even John got a hug, and he wasn't target to the massive barbs.

Finally, everyone got hold of themselves. A few bursts of laughter escaped, but they all got themselves under control.

"The key to excellent teasing," smiled Gail, "lies in the delivery. Yours is flawless. Your humour is razor sharp." Elizabeth smiled.

"As our Leader suggested," Gail continued, "we should have a review of the past day, with focus upon things going right, and issues needing attention.

The AI chose that moment for the announcement. "Urine analysis reveals that the concubine Jenny is pregnant."

Everyone but Jenny jumped and cheered. The look on Jenny's crimson face was priceless, a mixture of wonder, joy, shock and fear. She accepted kisses and hugs all around. John manoeuvred Jenny onto his lap. He managed somehow to isolate them from the celebration going on all around them. He shared his joy, his pride and excitement at the news. It was very sweet of him. Jenny was deeply moved. John's stock went up with all of the women.

Again, the adults settled themselves. Heather chirped, "We've had this much action, and the AI says our libido will peak in a few more days? John may need to call in the reserves."

"I'll let you know if I begin to struggle," John grinned.

"You haven't had the old bags gang up on you yet, John," Tracy cackled.

Elizabeth said, "I think I'll put the sex down as a success, so far. I haven't heard any outright complaints. The children are sweet and seem well behaved and well adjusted. I think all of the adults can sleep in the master bedroom from now on. What should we talk about next?"

Mandy said, "Elizabeth, you said early on that your name wouldn't do as an endearment. Shall we take that up now?"

It turned out, not too surprisingly, that Elizabeth had never had a nickname. The group tried on for size all of the usual abbreviations of Elizabeth: Liz, Beth, and Betty. Liz was immediately rejected when it was realised that the children would amend the name to Lizard. Beth simply didn't feel right. The name 'Betty' had gone unused for so long, none of the group could say they actually knew a person who used it.

"Well," said Elizabeth, "that was a bust."

Gail said, "I think your nickname will simply have to reveal itself to us at some later time. I for one rather like your given name." There were murmurs of agreement. In any case, there seemed little alternative at the moment.

"Elizabeth," said Jenny, "we're going to need something to *do*."

She motioned down her front. "We aren't going to be much burdened doing laundry. The pod seems to clean itself. It is nice to collect a meal from the replicator, eat, and then throw the remains in the recycler, tableware and all. But, for me, that fills the belly but leaves the soul wanting. I, for one, like to cook. How would you feel about us doing that?"

"I think that is a good idea," said Elizabeth.

"Do you have any idea what your responsibilities will be in the community?" Tracy asked. "Will some of us be useful in helping you to carry out your duties?"

"No," Elizabeth replied, "I don't know what my responsibilities will be. Our mother made it pretty clear that my brother, Prince Andrew, will have an important role to play. I doubtless will, too. What those roles are is not clear to me now."

"Then we had best hold our discussion of duties outside of our home until they become more clear," said Gail.

"All right, then," said Heather, "can we talk some more about cooking?" There was a buzz of agreement.

Mandy said, "I agree with Jenny. I get a lot of satisfaction from preparing and serving a meal. As there are already thirteen of us, it would take more than one of us to prepare even a very simple meal. I can't think of a better way to build teamwork."

"I can," cackled Tracy.

"Beside sex," Mandy laughed.

"What equipment and supplies would be needed to regularly cook our meals?" asked Gail. The women fell into an animated discussion of the *stuff* that would be needed to prepare a meal and serve it. They realised that used equipment could be recycled and replaced � there apparently being no shortage of power necessary to do so. Tableware, flatware, cups and glasses could likewise be recycled when dirty, to be restocked automatically. They discussed whether there was sufficient storage space for a pantry and cupboards. They talked about cookware and bake ware, tools and gadgets, foils and wraps, condiments and ingredients, herbs and spices, on and on and on. They chattered excitedly whether the kitchen was properly laid out if two or three or more were furiously preparing wondrous dishes. The conversation on one side of the room devolved into favourite desserts, while elsewhere breadmaking techniques were argued.

"Enough!" barked Elizabeth. The room suddenly fell silent. More than one of them were amazed how loud the discussions had become. "Let's try to go about this in something of an organised fashion. First, are there any of us who abhor cooking?" There were not. "John, it seems likely to me that you have the least skill due to a likely lack of practise. Do you have any interest in learning?"

"You're right," John replied, "I have little experience. I would be delighted to do all I can to help, and I would hope to learn a bit along the way."

"Then we'll put you down as willing," Elizabeth said.

"Put me down as willing, too, please," Tracy cracked.

Elizabeth ignored that, and said, "I think you ought to take yourselves into the kitchen and get it organised and equipped. You may find out who among you excels at various aspects of the art. I myself am probably destined to specialise in scullery.

"Before you go, though, can we discuss a menu for tonight's dinner? AI, what time is it?"

"Ship time is presently 14:17," came the reply.

"By the way," put in Heather, "would anyone besides me prefer a twelve hour clock?"

Hearty agreement led Elizabeth to say, "AI, in future, please report the time on a twelve hour basis."

"Acknowledged," came the reply. "Ship time is presently 2:18 p.m."

Jenny said brightly, "Elizabeth, would you allow us to surprise you with the dinner?"

"Why, yes," she answered, "that would be wonderful. Would you mind if I stayed out of the way this time?"

"Of course," said Heather. With that, she rose and, following Tracy, Mandy and Jenny, retired to the kitchen.

"By the way, Tracy," Elizabeth called after them, "you and Gail are scheduled in medtubes tomorrow morning," said Elizabeth. Tracy was beside herself with joy and excitement.

Chapter 18

The sound of happy voices carried from the kitchen, not loudly but enough to emphasise the quiet in the living room. Elizabeth was sitting across from John on one end of the sofa, and Gail was on the other. She regarded them both for a few moments. John suddenly felt self-conscious at the scrutiny. Elizabeth approached John and, putting one knee on each side of his legs, sat down on his lap, facing him. She motioned Gail to join them while she kept her own eyes locked on John's.

"I am so lucky to have found you, John," she softly said. "You are already more than I had any right to hope for." She caressed his face and continued, "You made Jenny's heart soar." He smiled shyly. She kissed him softly, still holding contact with his eyes. She let her hands stroke down his neck, his shoulders and over his chest. John responded by placing his own hands on her hips, then stroking up and down her sides.

Gail added, "You have made us all glad, John."

He smiled and blushed, unable to find anything to say.

"John," Elizabeth whispered, "your touch feels so nice to me. I'm so anxious, and at the same time afraid, to take the next step. This feels safe to me, in between. Will you touch me and kiss me for a while? Maybe you can let my blood tonight."

John had never heard that turn of phrase. A near-virgin himself before the pickup, he had never deflowered a virgin. The thought instantly turned his cock into iron. He erected so rapidly that his cock slapped against his abdomen. Elizabeth watched it, fascinated.

She turned her attention back to John's face and kissed him, softly but with the promise of more fire soon to come. As she held the kiss, she moved his hands from her sides directly onto her breasts. She moaned through the kiss.

"Can you caress one woman while you kiss another?" she breathed. "John is a wonderful kisser, Gail. Please help yourself."

Gail knew the youngsters hadn't enough life experience to know how daft was this entire situation. She scolded herself again and forced herself to go with the flow. She knew she would never suffer someone's condemnation again. She owed her last bit of obedience to Elizabeth. She would do as she had been bidden. Gail moved in and planted her own kiss on John's lips. She opened her eyes and found him gazing back into her own with a look of... love... on his face.

As she moved in for another kiss, it struck her full force that this young man would be her lover, her companion and the father of her children for the rest of her life. The realisation shot a surge through her. The discomfort she had felt was her own. This man accepted her, wanted her and yes, maybe even already loved her. She vowed to give herself completely to Elizabeth, to John and to the entire family. She would not allow shame to cloud her heart. Tears began to run down her cheeks but, between kisses, her face was a radiant smile.

Elizabeth saw the tears but also saw the radiance. She realised that some barrier had just been crossed by Gail and knew that now was not the time for words. She turned Gail's face towards her own and kissed her, at first gently and then with growing passion. She pulled back from the kiss and held Gail's eyes in her own, smiling beatifically.

Soon, Elizabeth broke the kiss and directed Gail's face toward John's. She moved in to kiss him also. He kissed one and then the other, sometimes kissing both at once.

As she kissed, Gail reached down and wrapped her hand around his rampant cock. She smoothed his copious lubrication down the shaft.

For Gail, oral sex had always been unpleasant, or worse. She was never on the receiving end and she had little or no choice when she was on the delivery end. For her husband, it was not about pleasure but about control.

All the while kissing and enjoying the attention derived from these two young people, she reviewed the past 24 hours. She had seen, and felt, and experienced so much more than ever before in her life. She knew in a flash that she would enjoy more love and more support than she could ever have imagined. She decided that the act wasn't dirty except as her husband had made it so. She broke the kisses and plunged her mouth over John's rampant cock.

John's moan was long and loud. He and Elizabeth began caressing Gail wherever they could reach. They turned their lips back to each other. Soon, Elizabeth's other hand was at her pussy, stroking up and down, bringing intense pleasure to herself.

Elizabeth could tell from the sounds that John made that he would soon blast his jets into Gail's waiting mouth. "Snowball, Gail, snowball," she chanted quietly, "snowball, snowball."

That was too much for John, who erupted into Gail's mouth. She stayed on him until she was sure he was done. Then, she sat up and immediately grabbed his still-hard cock in her hand.

Gail turned and faced Elizabeth and approached for a kiss. Elizabeth met her half way and happily accepted Gail's gift. Gail then turned to John. A look of panic was gone as fast as it appeared. He moved in and accepted his share of the prize from Gail.

Elizabeth opened her mouth to show off her prize. Gail, and then John, did the same. Then all three made a show of swallowing.

Gail had worked to keep John erect. Elizabeth looked down and saw what Gail was doing. Decision made, Elizabeth moved herself forward, took John's cock in her hand, aligned it with her entrance, and slowly, slowly began to sink down. She moved her gaze from John to Gail and back again.

She felt her hymen give way and, with a tiny yelp, she stopped for a moment while the pain subsided. Soon, she was gliding down again. Finally, she felt her weight on the top of John's thighs. She sat still, feeling full for the first time in her life. Her face held a look of wonderment.

After a time, she began lifting up a bit and then back down. When she found that that felt good, she increased her range of motion. Soon, she found a rhythm. She drew Gail and John each onto one of her breasts. Their sucking and nibbling sent intense pleasure through her body.

Her first orgasm surprised her. She slowed her motions but kept going. She felt the second orgasm coming. When it came near, she increased her speed and force greatly. The orgasm exploded through her body, sparking John's orgasm as well. She shook and quaked, no longer able to hold herself up. Gail and John steadied her. Gail moved and made room. Elizabeth was gently laid on the sofa. She was conscious, but very dazed. The smile on her face, though, would have lit the entire room.

Gail withdrew to collect towels. She gave one to John and cleaned Elizabeth as best she could.

John collected Gail in his arms and let her know how much she was appreciated. Her heart soared. She was home.

Chapter 19

Elizabeth, Gail and John wandered into the kitchen. There they found Tracy, Jenny, Mandy and Heather embroiled in a massive effort to select a location for, and then store, an entire kitchen's worth of tools, equipment, supplies and food. Amy and Janice were ensconced on stools at the breakfast bar, drinking soda and watching the women with glee.

Much of the work was to cross-purposes. One woman would choose a home for, say, the dinner plates only to have another object to the use of that location. It was surprisingly light-hearted. Gail suspected that the objections were the end, and not the means. All the women were cackling, talking, laughing, and shouting.

John moved behind Amy and Janice. He wrapped his arms around them both. Janice merely received a squeeze on her upper arm, which she enjoyed. Amy had her breasts mauled, to her delight.

The arrival of Elizabeth brought the women round to make a progress report. Of course, no one got a complete sentence out without interruption. They all wanted to report at once. The room was in chaos. Gail inquired whether a menu had been selected for tonight's dinner. Their affirmative reply was followed directly with a refusal to reveal said menu, which was to be a surprise.

Elizabeth wondered aloud whether the women ought to scale back their stocking and organising mission, with a view toward perhaps beginning dinner preparation. Although they were plainly having the time of their lives, they reluctantly agreed.

Elizabeth invited all to sit down for a break and for the delivery of a report with somewhat less gusto. That seemed a very good idea. Everyone collected a beverage and sat down.

"I never thought about how much goes into a well-stocked kitchen!" Tracy gushed. "We are having a ball!"

They chatted for a while. Some real progress had actually been achieved. Satisfied, Elizabeth left them to their own devices. The women promised dinner at 6:00.

Elizabeth and Gail made their way to the playroom. They noticed that John was no longer with them. The four younger children seemed to be having a great time. As the women watched, what appeared to be a mole tunnel developed, moving toward the children. Suddenly, a hedgehog (a holograph, of course) popped out of the tunnel, to the surprised and delighted squeals of the children.

"AI," she murmured, "since when do hedgehogs tunnel?"

"It is a long story," the AI replied in Elizabeth's head. She chuckled. The children didn't seem to object. On the contrary, the tunnel seemed as much an attraction as the hedgehog. Michael seemed to delight in pouncing on a section of tunnel, collapsing it back.

Elizabeth turned and found John huddled up with Stephanie. He had taken the butterfly illusion a step further. With the aid of the surprisingly intuitive AI, John was doing magic tricks with Stephanie.

"See?" he said. "Nothing in my hands. Now," and he turned his hands and made fists, "which hand holds the marble?"

She chose the left. He turned both hands back upward and opened them, revealing a brightly coloured marble in the right hand. She giggled. As she reached for the marble, it began to move up his arm, staying just out of her reach. She squealed in delight.

"However did you get a potato in your ear, young lady?" he said in mock-seriousness. He proceeded to move his empty hand to her ear and came away clutching a good-sized potato between his fingers. Her eyes were like saucers.

He said, "Would you like to play ball with me?" and he held out his palm. There appeared to be a red rubber ball in his palm. "Now, this is a very special ball. I will throw it to you, but first it will travel two whole circles round Elizabeth."

He made to toss the ball and, sure enough, the ball wafted round Elizabeth, twice, and made its way toward Stephanie. She was so surprised and delighted that she didn't prepare to catch the ball. So, it simply hung in mid-air. Elizabeth and Gail laughed uproariously.

The red ball disappeared. Stephanie looked at Elizabeth and Gail, then made a beeline for John's lap. He wrapped her in a bear hug and whispered in her ear. She all but melted in his embrace. John looked up at the women, smiling.

Chapter 20

The AI reported that dinner was ready to be served. After washing up, they made their way to the kitchen. The powerful aromas assaulted their senses as they entered the room. The women were bustling about doing myriad final chores. One sliced an apparently fresh-baked baguette. Another was carving a ham. A third extracted some type of dessert from the oven and placed it on a wire rack to cool.

"Sit down, everyone," Tracy called. "There are no special places. Please choose a place near someone you need to know better."

John made a point of inviting each of the two boys to sit beside him. A smile and a nod enticed Gail to sit across from him.

The meal was wonderful. The first course was a warm, homemade tomato soup with a crusty baguette. For the second course, the ham was tender and juicy, the vegetables flavourful. Soon, the only sounds were those of hearty appetites being satisfied, with raves heard over and over.

The final course was revealed to be Spotted Dick. Not a pudding for the faint-hearted or those on a diet, it was made from suet, flour and dried fruit and was high in calories. The entire meal had been comfort food for all. The dessert, quintessentially British, somehow brought a sombre mood to the room.

Elizabeth detected the deepening emotion and rose to speak. She left her place at the table and moved about the room. "On behalf of us all, I would first like to give hearty thanks to the cooks, and to heap praise upon them. The menu was thoughtful, and perfectly executed." She had moved to stand behind each of the four cooks receiving their honours. The women were justifiably proud of themselves.

"I think that this is the right time for all of us to mourn the loss of the people, the places, and everything else we have left behind. Every bit is an essential part of whom we are, and will always remain in our hearts. But we must never forget that we represent the future. We are being depended upon to make that future bright.

"Look around you, please. Here we are, thirteen people thrown together, very largely by chance. We are now in the evening of our first full day together. Already I see us knitting ourselves into a family. Jenny has been blessed with conceiving our first baby. John has shown a depth of character far beyond his years. The children already are reflecting the care we all feel for them."

By now, tears flowed freely down Elizabeth's cheeks, even while she continued to speak through a radiant smile. Tears freely flowed everywhere in the room. "So here's a cheer," and she raised her glass, "to all those left behind." She sipped. The others joined her. "And now, here's a toast to us, to our new family, and to our new future, may it be filled with all the love, and all the support, and all the joy we can hold."

That broke the gloom. Faces visibly brightened as they tucked in to the wonderful dessert. The sound of cheerful voices heartened everyone.

When they had finished their meals, the children � the four younger children � wanted to be excused to return to the playroom. The elder girls wanted a dose of quasi-adulthood. They bantered about what they had seen of the women's kitchen antics all afternoon.

During the meal, John had intentionally devoted much of his attention to the two boys. They revelled in the attention. Both boys plainly needed a dad. Without a word, John had accepted the charge, for the boys, for all of the children, now and in future. He, too, was home.

When the boys finished their dinner and escaped, John turned his charm on Gail. He said little, but made it apparent that he was enjoying her company. He made no pretence � he ogled every bit of her body that he could see. At first, she blushed in embarrassment at her appearance, which she deeply disliked. Then, remembering her earlier revelation, she did something of an about face. Remembering also John's remark that he was attracted to females of every variety, she decided to completely let go and enjoy the body that would be no more after tomorrow.

Soon, she was doing everything she could think of to draw his attention to one part or another of her body. She tried at first to keep her motions subtle, but that didn't last very long.

She cupped and hefted a breast with one hand, stroking and pinching the nipple with the other. She made much of comparing the length of the very large and distended nipple with her little finger.

Using an exaggerated motion, she collected moisture from between her legs. She brought it slowly to her face, made a show of smelling, tentatively touched her finger to her tongue, and then popped the entire finger into her mouth.

She made a production of finding and capturing a pubic hair from between her teeth. She made a show of examining the imaginary hair, then carefully placing it on the table.

'In for a penny, in for a pound', she thought. She began running a finger along a crease in the fat on her tummy. She squeezed and shook it, all the while watching John suffer. She maintained control of her expression even though John's cock head was peeking over the tabletop, apparently trying to enjoy the view.

One by one, the rest of the women picked up the tableau. Conversations fell off as all awaited the next move. Both Gail and John were oblivious to the rest of the room.

She was astonished how aroused her own actions had made her. She grinned slyly and, leaning forward, said to him, "You've made me wait until I am the last one, dearest. You know I shall have to punish you for that."

John's look of surprise � and lust � showed that he had no idea what she had planned. In truth, she hadn't a clue, either. She swore to herself, though, that this would be a night to remember. 'Matronly' she would reserve for her public persona. She wanted love, and lust, in great measure and she promised herself all she could handle.

Her eyes still locked on John's, she said in a voice meant to carry the room, "Ladies, the docile and reserved Gail seems to have metamorphosed. I will wait no longer for my first sample of John's life-giving injection. I intend to have as much fun in bed tonight as I have had in bed since I was first married. I say, the more the merrier. Come, help me drag his carcass to the bed."

Shrieks of laughter and cheers filled the room. The women quickly surrounded John and made a great show of 'forcing' him onto the bed. Gail brought up the rear, fondling every bit she could reach and collecting as many sloppy french kisses as she could.

Once abed, she announced, "I don't know exactly how to go about this, but be warned: I go into the medtube in the morning. I intend to have little but a nub remaining of my tongue at that time. I hope to be sore in places I didn't know could be used for sex."

The women wasted no time, shoving John onto his back, pushing Gail down onto his chest, tossing her leg over his body, making adjustments, then YANKING her by the hips until John was buried in her to the hilt. Just as fast, they righted her torso and two mouths immediately latched onto her already swollen nipples. She screamed in pleasure.

Not to be outdone, Heather positioned herself such that she was able to get her mouth onto Gail's clit. Gail was so surprised that it took some time before she remembered what to do with the rigid cock deep within her. She started posting, slowly at first and then with a will.

Gail's orgasms brought screams like she had never experienced. After the second powerful orgasm, she had to push Heather away for a while. As soon as Heather was clear, Tracy pushed Gail down onto John's chest and began a severe tongue lashing of Gail's anus. Another orgasm, more screaming.

Gail begged a moment's rest. Someone shoved Gail over beside John. Tracy crawled onto Gail and, while holding almost all of her weight off Gail, proceeded to deeply kiss her.

Mandy pulled John up and motioned him behind her. She pulled and pushed Elizabeth into position. Then, with her arse high in the air awaiting John's cock, Mandy went to town on Elizabeth's pussy.

Jenny decided to pile on and latched onto Elizabeth's lips for some soulful kisses. Jenny then attacked Elizabeth's tits, sucking and biting both nipples. Elizabeth went off like a firecracker. She had to push Jenny and Mandy away.

Mandy was still being pounded by John, and not going anywhere. Amy took the position vacated by Elizabeth and pulled Mandy into her snatch. Amy found out how truly good her mother Mandy was. Soon, she was screaming, too.

Jenny pulled Amy into an embrace. Soon, Amy's tits were getting the treatment from Jenny.

Tracy produced a container of lubricant. She turned Gail onto her side and began to lubricate her arse, first along the surface, then inside. Tracy was at first gentle but, as the number of fingers inserted was increased, so did the vigour.

Tracy enlisted Heather to work Gail's mouth and breasts, partly to keep Gail in a high state of arousal and partly to keep her thoughts away from impending anal penetration. The distraction worked. When Tracy had Gail prepared, she ordered John onto his back. Tracy and Heather helped Gail get upright, her leg over John's abdomen. Tracy guided Gail's hand around and put John's cock in it. Tracy told Gail what to do in a low voice. Following instructions, Gail rose up, aimed the tip of John's cock at her sphincter and slowly, slowly sat back down.

Gail's eyes were as big as saucers. She finally made it to the bottom and sat still, hoping to become accustomed to the sense of fullness. She began moving, slowly at first, then gaining speed.

Tracy told Amy "Sit on his face!" Amy chose to sit facing Gail. Evidently shocked when John began to lick, her expression turned to pure pleasure. Amy leaned forward and began to kiss Gail while fondling her breasts.

The party continued well into the night. Occasionally, one adult or another would slip away to tend to one or more children, only to return later. A few breaks were called so that the partiers could use the toilet and re-hydrate themselves. The party finally ended when the last participants fell exhausted into sleep.

Chapter 21

In ones and twos, they made their way down to the kitchen. Coffee and tea were ready. Not fully recovered from last night's romp, the women used the replicator to supply a variety of pastries. Tired though they were, most chose to remain standing. They circulated, collecting kisses, touches or words of endearment. Several were moving gingerly, having had a body part initiated for sexual service. But a deep sense of satisfaction was evident in all of them.

"The concubines Gail and Tracy are due in medical in ten minutes," the AI intoned.

The two women glanced at each other, surprise on both faces. "I wasn't yet awake enough to have remembered," said Tracy. "This is exciting! AI, show us, please, before and after for us both."

Along one wall of the kitchen appeared images of Gail, the new Gail, Tracy, and the new Tracy. There was silence as the two women regarded the images. Finally, Gail squealed "Yes!" Tracy had a big grin on her face as well.

"AI, should they be escorted to or from medical?" asked Elizabeth. "How long will they be gone?"

"It is not necessary to have the concubines escorted," the AI responded. "They will be guided to medical, where they are expected. The procedure will take about two hours. The concubines can then return to the pod together."

Gail turned to Elizabeth. "Should we put on any clothes?"

By way of answer, Elizabeth said, "AI, how common is public nudity in the ship at this time?"

"A substantial number of nude concubines are in public places at this time," the AI intoned. "A few sponsors have elected nudity while in public."

Elizabeth turned to the two. "Remember what I said: you chose your new appearance exactly. You should be proud to display yourselves, anywhere, anytime. Are you comfortable with that?" Both grinning women nodded assent. "Right, then, give us all a hug and be on your way."

When it was his turn to collect hugs, John made a point of focusing on those areas of the women that would be gone when they returned. He shook the bum of one, and then the other. Everyone laughed as the fat rippled.

Off they went.

"Two more of your unit are scheduled for the medtubes today at 2:00," the AI said.

"I guess one criteria for ordering our visits is age," Elizabeth said. "Tracy and Gail were oldest, and stand to gain the most. Does anyone object if Jenny and Mandy are next?" There was none, and the two women let their glee and excitement show.

"Elizabeth," the AI intoned, "you are to report immediately to Prince Andrew."

"That's rather imperious," snapped Elizabeth. She immediately wrestled sibling rivalry back into submission. "I suppose I ought to be dressed. My brother yesterday was a babbling fool when he visited." Having recycled the clothing she wore at pickup, she cast about for the proper attire.

"AI, please make me a cotton knit tube dress, sleeveless, with scoop neck front and back. Light brown, please. Have the length reach the middle of my thighs. Make the fabric thick enough to hide my bush, but thin enough, and tight enough, that my nipples protrude." That brought giggles from the group, especially Amy and Janice.

"Are we to have some instruction some time?" asked Jenny.

"Concubines are to attend training for two hours this morning, and two hours this afternoon," said the AI.

Elizabeth brightened. "Then this would be a good time for you to go. AI, when does the next session begin?"

"There are so many concubines," the AI replied, "that sessions begin nearly continuously. Your group will be guided to the proper location."

"What about the children?" asked Heather.

"Janice and I will stay here with them," chirped Amy.

Elizabeth collected her dress from the replicator and put it on. It was just what she had in mind. She decided to go barefoot. "Everyone has permission to enter and exit the pod at any time." She collected a peck and a brief hug from each one. Out the door she went.

Chapter 22

Elizabeth entered her pod and saw them in the living room. She stripped off her dress and hung it on a hook in the closet. She quietly approached the two women, who were lying on their sides on a sofa, each with a mouthful of the other's pussy. As she watched, the woman furthest from the edge began to keen her orgasm, shaking and jerking. When she had recovered, she resumed her attack on her lover's snatch.

Elizabeth had kept herself out of the line of sight. She quietly approached and as quickly as she could, grabbed the cheeks of the exposed bum and attacked the cleft with her tongue. The startled victim tried to get up. "No, no," Elizabeth cried, "I want to watch you cum. Please keep going!"

She resumed her oral attack on the sphincter, making a point of her tongue and trying to penetrate. That being only mildly successful, she resumed licking around and across the surface.

The combination of attacks on her pussy and arse was apparently too much. She cried out her release, bucking and screaming. Presently, she lay quietly. Elizabeth moved over and sat on the sofa opposite.

After a bit of murmuring, the two women managed to sit up and face Elizabeth. The one on the outside turned out to be the new and improved Tracy. Gail looked equally impressive. Elizabeth hooted and cheered. She bounced up, pulling the two women upright as well.

"Turn round, let me look at you!" marvelled Elizabeth. Both women made a slow pirouette. "Bravo! Do you like it?" she asked.

Now both women started talking excitedly. Elizabeth couldn't understand all of it, but both were plainly beside themselves with joy. Both wrapped Elizabeth in a great hug, singing and crying their appreciation and love.

"We're both in rather a lot of pain," admitted Tracy, "but we couldn't help ourselves. It seemed the best way for us to celebrate our new selves, and take our minds off our discomfort!" Gail nodded her enthusiastic agreement.

"Wait! Wait!" she cried. "Let me inspect you closely!" With that she began to caress the face of each, turning her gaze from one to the other and back. Her hands made their way south. Breasts were hefted and squeezed, nipples inspected and pinched. Further downward, smooth tummies and slim waists stood above baby-bald pussies, still dripping wet. Firm, slim thighs ended the tour.

"You are both beautiful!" she cried. Both women were radiant, but tears flowed freely from their eyes.

"How can we thank you?" cried Tracy.

"I will ever be in your debt, Elizabeth," Gail said. "You have made us both happy beyond words. Thank you so much!"

They wrapped themselves in a giant hug. Elizabeth joined in the happy crying. They all noticed and revelled in the feel of new bodies against each other.

The loud noise attracted the attention of the other girls in the pod, who joined the three women in the living room. They marvelled at the changes in appearance of the women. Soon, all five were talking, seemingly at once.

The rest of the family tumbled into the pod. They too rushed to see and approve the modifications, and to appreciate their new-found beauty. They talked gaily. Soon enough, the excitement waned. Gail and Tracy turned to Elizabeth.

Eyes cast down, Tracy murmured to Elizabeth, "Can we take John with us for a while? We're desperate to test-drive our new bodies." When Elizabeth nodded assent, they approached John.

"John," said Gail, "we really need a test drive. Will you help us out?"

John rose and gathered them into a hug. "I would be pleased and proud," he answered.

The two women gazed over their sisters, grinning shyly. Then they all made their way out of the room.

"John," Gail said, "I started my period this morning, and Tracy's hasn't ended yet. We talked about it. Can we do it in the shower?"

John stopped short, and shuffled the women up against a wall. He stood very close to them, with his forehead against first one and then the other. "You have known for your whole lives that your menses was dirty and foul and shameful. I don't know what all went into that conclusion. I'm just a young guy. To me, your flow is a validation of your health and vitality. There is nothing for the blood to stain. You won't be able to get a puddle on the bed before it disappears. I won't taste it � yet � if you don't want. But I intend to autograph your thigh, and dip into your inkwell as often as I need. Our world has changed. We are seven of us lovers together. You'll never be dressed again, but you'll never be naked, either. There is every reason to throw out that part of our old lives, and the sooner the better."

Both women gazed at him, tears running down their faces but with smiles on their faces. "I love you, John," Tracy whispered. Gail, overcome with emotion, simply nodded.

He started them moving again, towards the bedroom. The lubricant was still handy. The three climbed onto the bed, John in the middle. The women each threw a leg over his and rested an arm on his chest. John manoeuvred one hand between each pair of legs, found the bit of string he sought, and slowly but firmly pulled. When both tampons were extracted, he simply flipped them off the bed.

The women made to object, but they looked at each other and started giggling. They suddenly knew the tampons would be gone three minutes hence. They began to shower John's face with kisses. The kisses became increasingly long and more passionate.

John moved his arms under the neck of each woman. His hands snaked around and captured a breast from each. Both women immediately let it be known that their breasts, and especially their nipples, were more sensitive than before.

The women had meanwhile captured John's cock in their hands, and were taking turns stroking and rubbing his lubricant all over the head.

John broke the kisses and, looking from one to the other, said, "How do you want to do this?"

Gail said, "I don't know what Tracy wants. My heart's desire is plain old missionary sex, with me feeling your weight bearing down on me, and with Tracy close by."

"That sounds really good," Tracy whispered. "John, we started without you. When we got back from medical, we couldn't keep our hands off each other."

"Or our mouths!" added Gail.

"So we're already pretty aroused. Maybe you ought to climb aboard Gail and let her take you for a ride?"

"No, no, you first," said Gail.

"Not a chance, my loving sister," smirked Tracy. She moved back to give John room to manoeuvre. Tracy poured lubricant onto her hand and made sure Gail was well oiled.

John moved into position, with his hands under Gail's shoulders. While he held her eyes with his own, he moved around until the tip of his cock found her entrance. Slowly, he began to push forward. He kept up the pressure until he was sunk all the way into her. She beamed, and wrapped her legs around him. He started to stroke in and out of her, slowly at first but with increasing speed and force.

Tracy snuggled up to Gail, watching them both. The excess lubricant on her hand found a home on her own pussy. That felt good, so she kept up her ministrations. Soon, she had one mouthful of Gail tit, and John had the other.

Gail was in heaven. John's relentless pounding of her pussy continued. Her moans of pleasure became whinings, became keenings, were suddenly strangled as a powerful orgasm swept over her, making her jerk and shudder. John kept pumping through her orgasm. As it waned, he slowed his pace. Finally, he stopped but he kept his eyes locked with hers. He kissed her gently.

"Thank you," he whispered. She smiled. Sweat poured from them both.

She began to nudge him off her, trying to let him know it was Tracy's turn. He finally understood. Turning his attention to Tracy, he withdrew his cock from Gail and moved his body over Tracy's.

As with Gail, he positioned his hands behind and then over her shoulders. Again, his cock found its target and sank slowly, smoothly all the way in. Tracy got pounded right through her orgasm and she soon felt the jets of his spend deep within her. He slowed, and then stopped.

While still inside Tracy, he pulled Gail toward them. He alternated kissing them. "I love you both very much," he whispered.

"I want to let myself say the same," whispered Gail, "but we've only been two days together. How can you know how you feel?"

"Ya kenna hide what's in yer hearts" he whispered. "I've seen the spirit, and devotion, and capacity for great love within ya both. I'll be puttin' a baby on you every year as far as the eye can see, and I'll be joyful for every one. We're chained to each other for evermore. Best make sure they're chains of love."

More tears, tears of joy, shed by all three of them. They kissed each other tenderly, not least between the women. Gail slid away, making room for John beside Tracy. When he had settled himself, Gail moved back in for more snuggling. They stayed that way for a long time.

Finally, they rose. While none of them made a point of it, the three shared a quick shower. None of them knew how much blood, if any, they had taken away from the bout.

Chapter 23

The rest of the crew had taken up the task of lunch preparation. Someone decided that a big pot of soup, and homemade at that, was what was needed. Well, largely homemade. A big container of beef stock from the replicator was the base for the soup. Potatoes and carrots, onion and celery, some peas here, some corn there, some herbs, some spices, salt and pepper and it started tasting pretty good. They left it simmering to marry the flavours.

Someone else decided that the crew deserved muffins to go with the soup. Amy and Janice volunteered to make the muffins. They had much fun, and not much mess.

Presently, John entered the kitchen, flanked by Gail and Tracy on each arm. They were surprised when applause erupted. All three blushed.

Children were collected and washed, the muffins were brought from the oven, the soup served, and all sat down to enjoy a good meal together. A question about Elizabeth's morning sparked her to stand and make an announcement.

"Please allow me to introduce myself: I am the Duchess of Saint David," Elizabeth giggled. That provoked a round of congratulations and applause.

Elizabeth proceeded to relate all she had learned so far, which wasn't really very much. When they finished their meal, they removed to the living room. There, with the aid of the AI, she showed them the map, and which continent was to be Saint David, and the names of the other continents, and on and on. She pointed out the location of their own new home, and left open the thought that a name for their town was needed.

Jenny and Mandy were sent off to medical. The rest of the concubines went back for instruction, or more instruction for those attending the morning session. Elizabeth stayed with the children and had a very pleasant time. Amy and Janice felt cooped up and left to do some exploration.

Jenny and Mandy spent even less time in the medtubes, but were every bit as exhilarated when they arrived in the pod. They, too, decided that an injection from John was just what was needed, and set about preparing to spring an ambush.

The remainder of the day was simple, and quiet. Elizabeth was able to have a turn with John, all by herself. She explained that she needed some time with just him. Their lovemaking was gentle but very satisfying for both.

Chapter 24

And all the days following were much the same. The family (as they all now thought of themselves) invested their energy knitting themselves together, learning to depend upon individual strengths and to compensate for individual weaknesses, growing stronger day by day.

Elizabeth immersed herself in her part of the planning for establishment of the colony. She was competitive in the extreme. She shared goings on in their planning with members of her family, and gratefully listened to their points of view.

On the occasions when guests were invited to the pod, the entire family served as staff, waiting tables and mixing drinks. The entire family enjoyed entertaining. They were of course always arrayed in their birthday suits. Whenever a guest commented on their attire � or lack thereof � the family member would relate Elizabeth's remark that they had all received the exact body that they had always dreamed of and so necessarily were always delighted to put themselves on display. If Elizabeth was within earshot, she took up the topic as well, promoting nudity whenever and wherever possible, partly in an effort to overcome the stigma that had always attached to nudity on Earth, and partly as a defence against excess of ego. She made it known that she would prefer nudity for herself, and suggested that a future soiree in Elizabeth's home might feature nudity required of all guests.

The day finally came and the transport arrived at Albion. Their lives were about to be greatly changed yet again � and they could hardly wait.