Death By Fucking Ch. 15

I could feel his dick expanding. Suddenly I was screaming again. Sparks seemed to be shooting in front of my eyes. I felt him spurt against my cervix. My body clenched in passion and then everything went black.

Deirdre’s Story

Andrew and Em are to be on Larry King. The whole family drove over to Atlanta for the big event. Donnie and I dressed identically. Our dresses were attractive but conservative. We looked like the perfect Southern mommy that Andrew wanted us to look like even if we aren’t, times two. In the realm of business, Donnie and I make all of the decisions. When faced with politics, we are just two simple businesswomen. We let Andrew have his way.

The girls were all dressed alike as well, so we had five-year old quadruplets, at least to the eye of the average person. Even though they are two sets of twins, there is barely any physical difference between Edie and Eddie and Elle and Emma. Ethan and Eric are essentially twins as well. Andrew calls them the twin sons of different mothers.

We created quiet a stir when we walked into the CNN studios. To the casual observer we must look like four separate people, with clones created for the mother, son and daughter. I know it gives Andrew’s ego a boost to walk around with all of us at the same time. He’s very proud of his family.

We were escorted in to the proper studio, and there we met Mr. King. I thought he was very nice. After he left Andrew said that he was giving Donnie and me ‘the eye’, whatever that means.

Andrew wanted each set of us to dress identically because he suspected that Mr. King couldn’t resist including the whole family in some shots that went out over the network. We look so wholesome and loving that we could win the public to our side while making the Attorney General appear to be an ogre for wanting to harm us. That’s his theory, anyway.

When the show started, Andrew was seated on one side of this tri-corned interview desk (with Emmy sitting on his lap), and this Reverend Walters was seated on his opposite side. Mr. King was in the center seat conducting the interview.

Reverend Walters was wearing an immaculately tailored three-piece suit. Andrew whispered to me before he went on that Giorgio Armani must have labored for weeks to put together all of that material. Reverend Walters is a big man. Andrew said that he has so many chins that when he nods his head he applauds himself. This should be an interesting night.

Mr. King opened the show by giving the background, explaining about the break-in and the information that came out in open court. Then he turned to the fat man. “Rev. Walters, you are a close personal friend of both the President and the Attorney General. Do you believe they would do something like this?”

It was obvious to me that the good reverend intended to go on the offensive from the start.

He said, “They would certainly never do anything against the law! But we should be focusing out attention on this man here. He is the anti-Christ!”

Andrew just sat there with an adorable little girl on his lap, looking innocent as can be.

Larry King turned to Andrew. “Are you the anti-Christ, Mr. Adkins?”

Andrew said, “I’m not anti-Christ, Mr. King. But I certainly don’t favor the kind of Christ that this man pushes, so I’m not pro-Christ either. I guess I’m Christ-neutral.”

King addressed his next question to the preacher. “What is it about Mr. Adkins that you so dislike?”

“He is a pervert, a whore and a traitor. Tell me, Andrew, (I can call you Andrew, can’t I?), isn’t it true that you’ve been having meetings with a known terrorist every week for years?”

Andrew blinked. This was obviously a new one on him. “Well, Johnny, (I can call you Johnny can’t I?) I don’t know what you are talking about. Maybe you better make yourself a little clearer.”

“Is it not true that one Joseph Mambella has been seen coming to your house weekly for years? Is it not also true that this Mambella character is a known Muslim and terrorist sympathizer? How can you explain this away? You are supporting terrorism”, he finished triumphantly.

Andrew actually laughed. “Oh, you mean Joe, the student at Georgia Southern? Sure, he comes to my house once a week. Why shouldn’t he? He’s teaching my children Swahili. Is he a Muslim? He might be. I don’t think that being a Muslim automatically qualifies one as also being a terrorist, though there are some damn fools who believe that. And I think you got the last part wrong anyway. He’s not a terrorist, he’s a Tanzanian. He’s from Tanzania.”

The good reverend saw his opening and took it. “That is on its face the poorest excuse for a lie I’ve ever heard. This terrorist is coming to your home under the pretence of teaching your innocent children Swahili! Whatever the government decides to do with you is too good for you.”

Larry King addressed a question to Andrew. “You say that your children are learning Swahili? Aren’t they too young for that? And why such an obscure language? Why not French or Spanish or German? You must admit, Mr. Adkins that it appears a little odd.”

Andrew replied, “I admit nothing of the sort. Mr. King you are displaying your Euro-centric bias, I’m afraid. Actually, the kidsare learning French and German, as well as Japanese and Chinese. My wives tell me that children learn languages best when they are very young and their brains are pre-disposed to acquiring language. If you have a problem with that, complain to them. I’m just an innocent bystander.”

Mr. King said, “Well we can clear this up easily, I guess. I see you’ve brought your daughter with you. Would you mind me asking her a few questions?”

Andrew smiled. “Not at all. Be my guest.”

Mr. King said to Emma, ‘What’s your name?”

Emma said, “My name is Emma and I’m five years old!”

Elle whispered to me, ‘Emmy’s going to give him herfive-year old act. This should be funny.”

Mr. King said, “Do you know a man named Joseph Mambella?”

Emma looked confused. “Do you mean Joey? He’s my teacher!”

Mr. King asked, “Could you say something in Swahili for us, Emma?”

Emma said “Jambo. Habari? Wapi choo?” That’s all the Swahili I understand, even after sitting in on a lot of the girls’ sessions. Then she spewed out a string of other words that I couldn’t pick up. All of her sisters started to laugh.

Mr. King looked impressed. “What did you say?”

She looked innocent. She said, “Hello, how are you, where’s the bathroom. And who is the big man over there?”

I turned to Elle. “What did she really say?”

“Who’s the idiot with the fat ass?”

I couldn’t help it. I burst out laughing. “Elle, somebody listening to this telecast will understand what she said. Then it’s going to be all over the country.”

She nodded. “Yes, everyone will know that Reverend Walters is an idiot with a fat ass.”

Larry King looked at Rev. Walters. “Does that satisfy you, Reverend Walters?”

Walters continued on the offensive. “Not only is he consorting with terrorists, he is a bigamist and a whore!”

Larry King said, “Whoa, those are fighting words. Are you a bigamist and a whore, Mr. Adkins?”

Andrew said, “If I were, I’m sure that the government would have found a better way to come at me without trying to kidnap my children. I have only one official wife. And I’ve never had sex for money. And do you think that this administration would have hesitated to come at me with the Patriot Act if they thought they had any chance of making it stick?”

King said, “Let’s start with your first statement. You only have one ‘official’ wife. What does that mean?”

“I am living with two women. I consider both of them to be my wife. But in the eyes of the law, only Deirdre is my wife. I’ve never hid this relationship from anyone. Why should I? I love them both. If you knew them, you’d love them both too.”

King said, “I did meet your ‘wives’ earlier. They are two very beautiful women.” I heard Andrew mutter, “You got that right!” Speaking offstage King said, “Could our cameras please show the Adkins family?”

A cameraman turned his camera on our group and I saw on the monitor a picture of eight people – six children and two mothers, all fresh faced and very American looking (that’s the way Andrew wanted it).

Mr. King called over to us, “Which one is Deirdre?” I raised my hand. King said, “So Donna, what are you doing after the show?” Everyone laughed.

He turned to Andrew. “They are very lovely women. But is it right for you to be with both of them.”

Andrew told the truth. “When Deirdre and I started dating, she made it clear that Donnie and she were a package deal. I couldn’t have one without the other. It was an easy choice. I agreed to be with both of them because I love both of them.”

Andrew told the whole IAM story, about the twins and their difficulty with conception. He even told how Donnie and I arrange for certain of the more desperate twins to visit us in order to achieve conception.

The fat man said, “You see, he admits it! He is a whore and he runs a den of inequity.”

Mr. King asked Emma, “Emma, do you know what happens when women visit your house?”

Emma said, “Sure. Daddy’s helping them make babies. I have lots of sisters and brothers. Momma says that Daddy is the pro… pro… progenitor of the next generation.”

Mr. King was surprised. “Do you know what ‘progenitor’ means, Emma?”

Emma smiled. “Daddy is the father of the New Man.”

I wonder if Andrew had meant for all of this to come out. He must have, because he was smiling that little half smile he has when things are going his way – which is most of the time. He is so sexy. I was getting wet just watching him. When we get home I’m going to rape him.

Then things made another turn. Andrew had said he was going to cut the reverend’s balls off.

Andrew looked at Rev. Walters. “Sir, do you know anyone by the name of Linda Thomas?”

Walters got a strange look on his face. “I know a lot of people. I’m not sure any of them is named Linda Thomas. Who are you to ask me questions?”

Andrew said, “Perhaps your wife should know Linda Thomas, because you’ve been paying Linda child support for five years. Isn’t it odd? Linda Thomas is only eighteen years old now. How old was she when you made her pregnant?”

The fat man made a dive for Andrew over the desk. Andrew blithely stepped back and made sure that Emma was safe.

Then he said to Larry King, “Violence is the last refuge of the incompetent.”

Walters was controlled by two stage hands and removed struggling from the set. I could see that Mr. King was concerned about Emma’s safety, but Emma was obviously having a ball. She was giggling and whispering into Andrew’s ear.

Our sweet boy is going to get it tonight. He must be the sexiest man alive.

Larry King said to his audience, “This has been a most entertaining segment. I think we should have Mr. Adkins on again in the future to tell us a little about the Institute for the Advancement of Mankind. Meanwhile, in the next segment we have the Assistant Secretary of Defense here to talk about developments in the war in the Middle East.”

Donnie’s Story

On the ride home from Atlanta, Dee Dee and I could barely contain ourselves. The kids were in the back, doing and thinking whatever they do and think.

You would imagine with six children, our car rides would be chaos. It may well be, but all the chaos is going on inside the children’s heads. We adults hear nothing. We are free to carry on our conversations without anyone asking, “Are we there yet?”

They may be asking that of Andrew, but Dee Dee and I don’t hear it. It’s wonderful. We have all the time in the world to contemplate what we are going to do to our gorgeous Andrew once we get the kids to bed.

Both of us made a stop in the Ladies’ room before we left the studio. And we both removed our panties. We played with Andrew’s head all the way home. We would flash him some leg, then flash him a little pussy. He’s helpless against this kind of assault.

By the time we arrived at the plantation, Andrew was panting. He may have had sex with a hundred other women since we’ve been married, but Dee Dee and I control Andrew’s libido. He is totally in our power.

As we were getting the children out of the car, Emmy said, “We know. We know! We’ll go to bed so you three can get laid. Don’t you ever think of anything else?”

What do you say to a smart aleck little girl who can read your mind? I said, “You better hope that when you get older you have a husband as wonderful as your father. Maybe then you’ll understand how Dee Dee and I feel.”

Emma said, “I know, I know. Daddy’s the sexiest man on earth and yadda yadda yadda. After tonight, you’re not the only women who think that, you know.”

I said, “What is that supposed to mean?”

She smirked at me. “Wait till tomorrow. You’ll find out.”

I stared at her, but decided to let it drop. I was too horny to get into an argument with a five-year old. Once Andrew is in your blood you might as well face it you’re addicted to sex. If I have to be addicted to anything, this is my favorite kind of addiction.

Deirdre and I each took one of Andrew’s hands and led him into the house. We had just watched our sweet boy calmly fend of a vicious attack on national TV and then cut his attacker’s balls off, just like he said he would. There is nothing that he can’t do. If we ask him real nice, maybe he will grow an additional penis, because that seems to be his major shortcoming.

When we got into the bedroom, Dee Dee and I exchanged a look. We must be telempathatic, at least with each other. We always seem to know what the other is feeling. That was no big chore tonight. We both were desperate to get laid.

I went for Andrew’s pants while Dee Dee went for his shirt. He had removed his coat and tie before we left the studio. Seeing Andrew in a coat and tie is very funny. He looks so uncomfortable. But when he was on TV he was so handsome and graceful. Maybe that is what Emma meant.

It doesn’t matter. We had our man naked before us almost instantaneously. We pushed him on the bed and then each of us began to strip for him. Andrew was right. Larry King thinks we’re sexy. We feel sexy. Andrew is only man who will ever know how sexy we are.

I was so wet I was afraid I might drown him as I settled my pussy onto his mouth. I felt that long tongue of his snake up into my center and I shot off then and there. I had been waiting for this all night!

Dee Dee had straddled Andrew’s cock and had slid down onto it, moaning and screeching as she went. We are so empathetic that we are learning to have parallel orgasms. I think her climax and mine augment each other, because they seem to get more intense as we go.

I was rubbing my pussy on Andrew’s mouth while Dee Dee was rubbing hers on Andrew’s crotch. Our eyes closed simultaneously and both of us shot off again! We were so aroused!

Andrew began to get into it. I felt his tongue sliding along my lips, then licking my clitoris. Oh, God it was intense. Dee Dee was humping on Andrew’s cock. We both were rising to a peak again. Dee Dee was slamming herself onto Andrew. My thighs had clamped down on his face to keep his tongue right there!

We both erupted a third time, but this time was over the top. The sounds of our screams filled the room. They probably filled the house. I could see Andrew’s cum leaking from Dee Dee’s abused pussy.

I couldn’t stay where I was any more. I was dizzy and disoriented. Dee Dee and I leaned on each other and slowly slipped to the bed, holding each other for support and comfort. I think I can sleep for a week.

Deirdre’s Story

I awoke in Donnie’s arms this morning. That was distinctly odd. We were both naked lying in a puddle of emissions that had seeped from both of our pussies, especially mine. I don’t know when I’ve climaxed more intensely than last night. I came three times in a half hour. So did Donnie. I could feel it. We came in unison all three times.

We must be telempaths with each other. It just took sex with Andrew to bring it out. Andrew was already up when we awoke. The devil had gotten his digital camera and taken a picture of us girls holding each other in the nude. A huge blowup of the picture was on our dresser, waiting for us. Aren’t computers wonderful? He better keep his copy of that behind an impregnable fire wall or he is in trouble!

He also better understand that our policy of no girl-on-girl sex remains fully intact. We are sisters who love each other as sisters and who share the same man. That’s as far as it will ever go. But the picture he took was pretty sexy.

Last night Emma implied that we will have some surprises this morning. I nudged Donnie awake. We cleaned up, then threw those sodden sheets into the laundry basket. By the time we made our appearance at breakfast, both of us were fresh and clean, looking nothing like the sex maniacs who had raped our husband the previous night. To be perfectly frank, the more I thought about it, the more I felt ready for another round. Sex begets sex, as Andrew likes to say.

The eGirls were sitting at the breakfast table, eating Cheerios and looking like the cats that swallowed the canary. They were so smug that I knew something was up. Andrew was slicing up some strawberries while he was cooking our grits. I saw he had the eggs ready to put into the omelet pan, with sliced mushrooms and shallots already sautéed.

He looked up as we made our entrance, and I could see by his face that something was up. He looked chagrined, mostly.

I said, “Okay, Andrew, what did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything. Ask the girls. I didn’t do anything, did I girls?”

Emma was the one who spoke. I’m beginning to think she is their representative in the verbal world. They can all speak, but Emma is the only one who likes to hear the sound of her own voice.

“Daddy didn’t do anything, Momma. The TV did it all for him.”

Donnie asked, “What is that supposed to mean, young lady?” She tries to appear stern with Emma but can never pull it off. It’s hard to come down hard on someone who can read your mind. She always knows that we are faking it.

Emmy smiled. “Why don’t we all watch CNN this morning? It might be interesting.” I saw Andrew get a pained expression on his face. He shook his head and closed his eyes.

We generally don’t allow any TV during family time, which includes meals. This time I for one was prepared to make an exception. We turned on the small tube that Andrew keeps in the kitchen so he can watch ESPN while he cooks.

Emmy zapped the channel to CNN. It was the top of the hour. We caught the announcer’s opening tickler. “Our top story this hour: Andrew Adkins, the Progenitor. Some are calling him the sexiest man on earth. Our latest CNN poll names Andrew Adkins the man most women want to father their children. Who is he and what makes him so sexy? Coming up: the story behind the man.”

Donnie and I collapsed onto the table, laughing hysterically. The eGirls joined us in the laughter. Ethan and Eric were smiling as if they were in on the joke too. Andrew looked like he was going to be sick.

Emma’s Story

Oh boy! Daddy wants me to mess with the Attorney General’s head. I like it when he lets me do stuff like that. I’d do it anyway, but I like it when he doesn’t mind.

I need to hack into the computers in the Justice Department. That’s pretty easy. I’ve been snooping around in most of the computers up there anyway. Just for fun I change some data every now and then. Did you know that if you add three zeros to a number, it can change a million to a billion? Botswana is going to get a lot of grain this year.

I never leave a footprint. That would be bad. Just to be safe, if I’m snooping in the Defense Department, I make sure that it looks like my computer is in the State Department. And when I’m snooping in the State Department, I make sure it looks like my computer is in the Defense Department.