The Ponytail Express Ch. 20

"Other countries have people like us?"

"Believe it or not Fred, other countries have been experimenting with pheromones and worse shit than that for a long time. Every country with the ability has some sort of scheme. Look at the Soviet Union's Eugenics programs started in the early fifties. Let's just say Eastern Europe did a lot more than produce a bunch of gorgeous female tennis stars. They produced fucking monsters, Fred."

"If you knew about them, the Mbusi tribe in Southern Africa should scare the hell out of you. They built their entire culture out of Darwinistic philosophies. You know those guys who always win marathons? That's just the tip of the iceberg."

"Mapping the human genome was the trumpet sounding on genetic warfare. That brings us to guys like you and I. We're essentially bio-weapons, Fred. Did you know that every woman you impregnated can no longer have kids from anyone else but you? It's more than just influencing people. You literally corrupt the gene-pool. It's slow sterilization, but effective."

"N'Zel, who do you think is pulling the strings up here? Is it Ned Stallings?"

"It looks pretty obvious that it is, but I'm not prepared to die on that hill, Fred. You should talk to him and discover for yourself. From what you've said, they're just observing you, finding out what you'll do. They probably don't like the fact you've spoken to me, but tough titties. Your government property, Fred. You just don't know it yet."

Fred wondered. "How do you know I'm government property? Couldn't it be a contractor or a large company like NireCue?"

"Good question, Fred. If you want to get on my good side and make up for taking my property, you could find the answer to that very question. NireCue should answer to senatorial oversight, but if they truly did, I wouldn't be doing what I'm currently doing. Could be another faction within the government is getting a bit too liberal with its mandate and needs a newspaper across its snout. I sent 'Cammi' in to investigate, raising no suspicion. Then you happened."

"What do you mean?" Fred asked.

"Whoever pulls the strings thinks they have you under control."

"Well, they tried killing your operative and almost succeeded."

N'Zel's face contorted in a funny way.

"See, now you have my interest, Fred. You should have led with that tidbit."

Fred looked at the camera. "I assumed you already knew."

N'Zel shrugged.

"Our skill set is still pretty niche, Fred. We're at that point where we are deemed too valuable not to use, but too unique to waste. It makes us prisoners in a weird way. We can do a lot of neat things, but we're not immune to a bullet, are we?"

Fred nodded. "Thanks, N'Zel. I'll see what I can dig up on NireCue. And you didn't really lose an operative, you actually gained one."

The unassuming older gentleman squinted into his camera. "Prove it, Fred. Goodbye."

With the call ended, Fred left the booth. No one else was there save Thalina.

"Pussy or mouth, sir?" she asked.

"Mouth."

D'Amico House

Saturday 6:02pm

Fred heard Mia and Niamh show up. He knew they would be late, because Mia was purchasing a new motorcycle on one of the stormiest days of the year so far. They would come in soaked to the bone.

Lucky them, there were people waiting to warm them.

Fred and Deb had arrived with Oni right behind during a period when the rain fell hardest. Both had umbrellas, so it wasn't a big deal. The other women arrived later to find the foursome already in flagrante delicto. Jessica's father was away on a business trip, but Stacia was there, acting as both the housekeeper and addition to tonight's festivities.

They simply couldn't wait; Jessica's thick strawberry blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail but bounced along with her body, her legs and arms entwined around him. Her face was turned to the right so she could share a sloppy lip-lock with Deb as Fred drove hard into her quivering cunt.

It was supposed to be a get-together with a meal and drinks, maybe even some dancing and some conversation before the sex. However, the scent of the collected women was irresistible. Also, Jessica, in her own anticipation of what would happen to her today, called an audible. She covertly ordered and wore a gold belly-dancer outfit straight out of Aladdin.

"I wish I would've thought of that," Fred heard Alexandra mutter.

Cammi, Alexandra, Thalina, Jessica, Deb, and Oni were all within eyeshot, engaged in various lewd acts. Cammi was getting worked on by both Thalina and Alexandra. One sucked at her tits while the other munched on her wet pussy. While enjoying himself, Fred was also keenly interested in Cammi's integration into the Express.

Fred also wanted to try out some things with his scent. He wanted to work on controlling the intensity of the scents. His enemy could do it to the extent of even hiding their own scent, so it must have been possible.

Also, he realized the ScSc had been overpowering their senses and impulses. The goal of life was survival, via propagation, evolution, or both. Fred's "inner caveman," the growing zealotry of the women, and the minor mutations to the inner trio all reflected this.

Lightning crashed in the D'Amico living room.

Fred had been inside Jessica for the last ten minutes, plowing her fertile field with his hard, fully greased cock. Tonight would test the limits of his endurance. Eight women were assembled.

Nine, counting Stacia. Came the thought. He could see the platinum blond from the entry, leaning up against the side of the wall, watching the group sex and playing with herself. She smelled healthy, but the fake tits were a definite negative. With effort, she pulled her hand out of her pussy to answer the doorbell.

"I know we're late, but I blame the rain and..." came the redhead's low drawl from the entry as she and strode into the living room. Her tight leather pants clung to her sturdy frame invitingly, the rain making for some extra creaking noises in the leather.

Mia's explanation stopped when she saw the buffet of flesh. In fact, she arrived just in time to hear and see Jessica's howl of satisfaction, her hot body spasming. Her cuntal muscles twitched in orgasmic bliss, massaging her master's diamond-hard pulsating organ as it plunged into her molten depths and again and again.

With a roar, Fred went over the edge, shooting gouts of his seed into Jessica's fertile and hungry womb.

Deb and Oni went next, locked in a standing athletic sixty-nine position with Oni upside down, her legs split obscenely while Deb's muscled arms hugged the lean, cat-like body close, with her hands on either orb of her petite ass, her tongue darting Oni's weeping cunt while the dark beauty got squirted on by Deb's spasming cunt from below as her now freakishly long tongue worked like a cock. Oni noted Deb's pussy juices were tastier than ever.

Like a wave, Cammi went next, followed by Thalina, followed by Alexandra.

Almost followed by Mia, Niamh, and Stacia, watching from the chamber entrance.

"Oh my," Stacia's legs shook as the scent made her swoon.

Mia and Niamh, both turned on as all hell by the proceedings, were used to group sex. Niamh caught the taller Stacia and impressed herself by being able to carry her weight. She hadn't remembered being that strong.

"Got you," Niamh said, looking down at the pretty blond.

"My hero," Stacia cooed, wrapping her arms around the pale beauty.

It was an invitation Niamh couldn't refuse, and she claimed Jessica's stepmother's lips with her own, and passionately so. The trophy wife responded in kind, noting how close the stranger smelled to Deb. Niamh knew through her own sense of smell that Stacia was a satellite member of the harem. She didn't need to know anything else, as her hand snaked down into the drenched gusset of the platinum blond's thong to rub her vulva.

Mia's hungry gaze was primarily on Fred, with a quick note of Deb and Oni.

Fred saw her from over Jessica's trembling, sweat-stained shoulder, motioning her over with a grin.

Jessica managed enough self-control to say, "Thank you so much for your hot cum, master!"

Fred kissed her lightly on the nose before letting her down. She wanted to stay wrapped around him all night, but knew instinctively it was time for her master to rut with the other harem-sisters. It had been some time since she'd had sex with anyone else but Deb. Rumor was that Oni had a long tongue now, and she had to try that out!

Several "hello's" and "hi's" went out from the group as Mia strutted towards Fred, who sent Jessica off with a playful slap to her toned ass.

"I hate it when parties start without me," Mia spoke more towards the room than Fred, although her eyes feasted on the hard cock, dripping with a collection of his seed and Jessica's cunt-froth.

Mia's top was off, displaying her large DD rack with nipples weeping. Fred concentrated on her breasts, seeing if perhaps he could control them.

Without missing a beat, Mia forwent the usual greeting, instead of going for an embrace and a kiss to sliding on her knees, taking Fred's cock into her mouth from halfway down to his stem, sucking up all the collected juices hungrily. Her own saliva dripped down her chin along with some of Fred's jizz, landing on her left breast.

"That's a friendly hello," Fred spoke, somehow managing words as he felt the warm confines of Mia's mouth. She was one of the premier cock-suckers in the harem and put both her arousal and skills on display.

Fred noted Mia's breasts ceased lactating. He concentrated on kick-starting the lactation process while the gorgeous redhead hummed into his cock, sliding him out of her mouth to spit on the tip.

"You taste so fucking good, Master," she spoke. "Like chocolate and Jack Daniels." She started chugging his cock yet again.

Niamh wasn't done introducing herself to Stacia yet. They both stood, Stacia's breasts and hands pressed up against the wall while Niamh stood behind her, kissing her neck, ear and lips while fingering her from behind. The pale beauty wasn't surprised to find a butt plug housed inside the platinum blond's rectum.

Alexandra had moved over to Deb. Since their initial lesbian experience, the older woman couldn't get enough of the supremely fit blond. Each sexual encounter seemed better than the last, and this one was no different.

Oni greeted Jessica by kneeling down to slurp Fred's delicious cum, drooling out of the sexy Italian's satisfied quim. When her elongated tongue began searching inside Jessica's cunt, her legs buckled as she cried out over the other moans and whimpers.

"Oh gawd, Oni, your tongue is fucking amazing!"

Thalina had gone over to her box of toys, opting to go for the double-headed dildo, while Cammi scanned the group, her eyes resting on Fred and Mia.

He chuckled, running a hand through the thick tangle of tight red curls as she bobbed hungrily on his prick. "Cammi, come over here and take Mia's pants off."

Fred decided to just pull the band aid off. He knew Mia hated Cammi and with good reason, but it was time to let bygones be bygones.

The red-head looked up at him, heavy lidded with arousal, but also with a note of hesitancy.

Fred's hand went from her hair to caress her cheek. "Let us violate you, Mia. You'll love it."

She responded by giving a nod, then deep throating him with an extra level of intensity.

"Yes," Fred encouraged her while the purple-haired vision settled in from behind, working the redhead's tight leather pants off. By the time they were all the way off, Thalina had joined in with Oni and Jessica. Thanks to Oni's tongue and Deb's pussy, both Alexandra and Jessica had already orgasmed.

"Suck this, Oni," Thalina said, sticking her hips out slightly, offering the dildo to the dark beauty. The other was stuffed into Thalina's juicy quim.

Oni smiled, diving onto the monstrosity with her mouth. Thalina watched with growing awe as Oni's tongue wrapped around it three times, slathering it with her own saliva, Jessica's cum, and some of Fred's seed.

"That is so fucking sexy and incredible," Thalina moaned as she saw the tongue work like a tentacle. Picturing it as a tentacle turned the dark-skinned beauty on even more. She wanted that up her own cooze eventually, but Oni could use a good fucking instead.

"I'd like to fuck you, Oni," Thalina spoke, her voice husky with need.

"That sounds good. Jessica, sit on Thalina's face," the dark-haired woman spoke. Jessica thought it sounded like a brilliant suggestion.

"I love your harem outfit, Jessica," Thalina spoke, while helping Oni stuff her quim full of the double-ended dildo. Both women had an intake of breath because when Oni's hips shimmied around her end, it stuffed Thalina's quim, causing her hips to churn, creating an erotic see-saw effect that saw both women get into a rhythm as they fucked each other.

Jessica fit her pussy over Thalina's mouth, and as she began eating away at the sexy Italian's muff, Jessica sucked on Oni's breasts.

"Mia, I'm going to make this worth your while," Fred said, bringing her up to a standing position.

"I'm heavier than Jessica," Mia warned, but she wanted Fred to use her, any way he wanted.

Fred looked at her. "I don't give a shit. I'm going to remind you how much you belong to me."

Mia put one leg up on Fred's shoulder, like a dance move, while keeping one on the floor. It was a very flexible move for the redhead, and it stretched the hamstring, but it was a pleasant burn.

"Show me, Master," she said. "Violate me."

"Cammi, eat Mia's ass while I fuck the ever-loving hell out of her."

With that, Fred plunged his hardened, spit-shined cock into Mia's quivering pussy, while Cammi crouched sexily below, one hand working her own cunt while her mouth and tongue lovingly began exploring the redhead's sphincter.

"I've worn the leather pants all day, so it really seals in the flavor, if you catch my drift," Mia murmured.

"Tastes sweet," Cammi responded between slurps as she dined on the redhead's ass.

Fred began churning his hips into Mia's quim with blue-collar enthusiasm. With Mia, he let his inner caveman out, slamming into her with genuine force.

Between thrusts, Mia stammered out, "If your cock is Godzilla, then my pussy is Japan."

Fred responded with more violent thrusts, moving at a breakneck pace.

Within five minutes of tremendous pounding, Mia's body transformed into jelly. Her nipples squirted milk onto Fred's chest, chin, and mouth, flowing down both their bodies, spilling over their engorged sex organs engaged, some of it collected by Cammi's tongue as she mainly concentrated on the redhead's ass, but couldn't help but move to her pussy and her master's cock. Sometimes she'd taste milk on her tongue, causing her own pussy to tingle and her body to vibrate.

Fred tasted it too, and it just invigorated his own libido. He kissed Mia savagely, and she bit his lower lip, breaking the skin. Fred didn't care. Only Mia's pussy mattered. He could feel her tight, velvety cocksleeve massaging his shaft. Mia wasn't hungry for cock; she was hungry for Fred.

Just Fred. Forever.

She was trying to say it, but was too busy playing tonsil-hockey with him, when her orgasm hit her like a freight train, slamming into her with an almost forceful blow.

Fred didn't stop when he felt her body surrender to him. Mia needed a constant reminder she was wholly and truly his. He wanted to ruin her-them, all of them-for any other man.

The Ponytail Express could never procreate with anyone else but him. They would all be genetically ruined for anyone else.

As he shot multiple loads of cum into Mia's weeping quim, Fred possessed enough presence of mind to realize there were three exceptions in the room. Stacia, Cammi, and Deb.

Deb.

He hadn't been able to impregnate Deb. Had someone gotten to her first and ruined her?

Had her own father done that?

He was holding Mia up with his cock and his arms, a hand on her pliant ass, another on the back of her neck. Any other place would be slippery with milk. Fred's chest was covered with the sweet liquid. Cammi was below, overcome with the combined admixture of milk, cum, and sweat. As she hungrily licked both Mia's pussy and Fred's balls, as his cum flowed out. Cammi fingered herself, squelching into an orgasm of her own.

Time passed.

Outside, it rained violently. In and around Cantella Forks and the surrounding area, June 5^th saw several flash floods.

Naked bodies became illuminated in the frequent flashes of lightning. Deb kissing Fred while they fucked with abandon, Oni attached to her right breast by her sexy lips, her long tongue swirling, while Mia sucked on Oni's clit, while Thalina fucked the redhead's pussy with a strap-on.

Niamh ate Thalina's asshole out, while Alexandra lay between Niamh's legs, while Cammi scissored pussies with the sexy professor. Stacia was alone, using a vibrator to bring herself to her sixth orgasm of the night.

Positions changed and shifted along with the cacophony of moans, whimpers, sobs, and laughs. Wet slurping noises provided a backbeat to the rhythm as the group of eight lost themselves to passion.

While the women probably lost count of their orgasms, Fred knew exactly how many he had. His goal was ten times. Every time he grew tired, he would kiss Oni, eat Deb's pussy, or have a drink from Mia's nipples, and his balls would refill.

There were water bottles strewn about the living room. The floor was stained with cum, sweat, and saliva, as was the furniture.

The sex had been intimate and intense for Fred. Now, he was fucking Deb, and she was receiving him. His "inner caveman" wanted to break her, which suggested she wasn't already tamed.

Fred refused to give in. Instead, he concentrated on Deb's scent like never before. His use of the ScSc had grown with intensity with each addition. Cammi's addition, coupled with the recent information he'd gotten from both N'Zel and Oni's father, convinced him there was much more to the ScSc than just scent.

He found it.

"Holy shit," he muttered.

"Almost there," Deb wept, saliva and sweat splashing from her body as she was on top of him. They were on the sectional, Fred on his back while she rode him, cowgirl-style.

Fred knew who it was, and it wasn't Deb's father.

It was Susan Markinson, Fred's own mother, who owned Deb's womb.

Reality crashed down on him at the same time he emptied his nuts into Deb's hungry cunt.

"So hot!" Deb keened, her hips gyrating as her own juices flooded over and around his manhood, tightening around his throbbing cock as he shot ropes of cum inside her sodden pussy.

Fred rode the euphoric wave as he shot his seed into Deb, knowing why it couldn't find fertile purchase. He cared about both the how and why.

To answer the why, he would have to ask Susan Markinson.

He knew the how would be more elusive, but when he figured that out, maybe he could reverse whatever genetic chastity belt was around Deb.

Before, he was merely eager for Sunday's meeting. Now he was afraid.

TO BE CONTINUED