I had just finished getting my clothes on after a shower when my parents got home. They had a good day, but they were tired, and they really did not want to go to a dinner party, but I was able to talk them into it.
Grumbling, they got cleaned up, and we all went over to the Jenkins' house.
Elise had managed to get Maggie to help, and along with the other three mothers, was able to have things ready by the time the others arrived. They had a caterer bring the food and lay it out. The stereo piped music all over the house, and the party could spread out wherever it wanted to go. There was plenty of food, and an open bar, including lots of non-alcoholic things for the young people to drink.
Maria pulled us all aside -- including the cheerleaders -- and warned us that this was a night to have a good time, but not to touch a drop of alcohol, because they want their PARENTS to come away saying this is a good group to associate with. We all agreed. After having my beer spiked the night before, I wasn't excited about anything with even a little bit of alcohol in it, anyway.
My parents and the Lawsons hit it off pretty well, and enjoyed talking with the other parents. Bree and the others were looking very nice for a change, and not trashy. The younger Lawson brother Randy was there, although he was fairly well-behaved. I had to stop him from spiking the punch, but he was pretty good, otherwise. At one point, he asked me to show him something from my black belt exam, and I couldn't do it in the clothes I was wearing, but I was able to show him a couple of other cool things.
As I was standing at the bar and casually talking to Maggie and Bree, I felt a hand on my ass. That was nice, and my penis instantly started to react, but when I looked around, I saw that it was Cindy's older sister Hannah.
I smiled and raised my eyebrows at her, and she just raised hers in return. I was not happy about this, but I did not want to be rude. I turned around, but instead of dropping her hand, she let it travel around to the front, her eyes getting wider as it touched the growing bulge in my pants.
I stepped back, quickly, and said, softly, "Hannah, that feels very nice, but I don't think that's really fair to your sisters." Bree, now beside me, said nothing, but I could feel disapproval radiating from that direction. Behind the bar, I saw Maggie eyes widen a touch in surprise, as they flickered down and back to catch the action.
"From what I hear, you are able to keep a whole lot of girls happy, and you certainly don't look like you mind," Hannah said, moving forward as if to touch my erection again, which was now getting painfully obvious. I put out a hand to stop her reach. In my peripheral vision, I could see Maggie eyes riveted, on my erection, Hannah's hand, and my hand in between.
"Please," I said. She relented, and pulled her hand back, but she was still smiling. "I can't help that," I said, "any more than you can help your nipples getting erect, but that doesn't mean I would let you hurt your sisters that way."
She looked at me for several more seconds, her smile fading, then humphed and turned away. I noticed that Maggie was busily cleaning a glass with her full attention, but I was wondering why Bree hadn't said anything. Then I turned around, to see Mrs Lawson standing there.
She came up to me, and looked up into my eyes. "Young man," she said, "you are just full of surprises, aren't you?"
I smiled, a little uncomfortably. "I'm not sure how to take that."
"I have been trying to get used to the fact that you are sexually active with my daughters," she said, "BOTH of my twins. I'm still not used to that, and I find you have participated in this, this ORGY with this young lady and her friends," she indicated Bree. "I've about written you off as just another skirt chaser, when these girls show up at our house, tell us the whole thing, and then tell us that you MADE them do that, because you cared that much for my girls."
She shook her head, sadly. "I'm just an old woman, but we didn't do things this way when I was younger." She glared at me. "I'm still mostly convinced that you are a skirt chaser, though, but I came to see if I could learn anything more about you."
"Have you?"
She sighed. "More than I wanted to. I just saw my older daughter hitting on her sisters' boyfriend in a way that made me realize, for the first time, that she is no virgin, and hasn't been for a long time. I saw your natural reaction, and I saw what she wanted to do about it, and I saw you turn her away. I don't think it was staged, because I don't think you knew I was there, and I think your physical reaction was, as you said, beyond your control. I know my daughter was upset when she left, but it served her right. It would have hurt the girls terribly, if you had done anything at all with Hannah."
She pulled down her glasses and peered at me over them, looking me up and down. "I'm still trying to figure out why any girl would be willing to share a young man with other girls. I don't understand that. Still, there is no doubt that they do, and others like my older daughter are wishing they could join in. I don't think Hannah was trying to horn in, by the way; I think she was trying to JOIN in, but you were still right to turn her away. It would be much too much for the girls."
She sighed again. "What I'm trying to say, young man, is that I don't want you getting my girls pregnant, and I don't want you giving them a disease, and if you hurt them, I will hunt you down and cut off your genitals, but if you are careful, I suppose your loving them is not a bad thing, as long as it is what they want, too.
"You showed very good character just now, with Hannah. You showed much better character earlier, in insisting that this young lady come to make things right with us. Cindy told us an outlandish story about you fighting off a gang of ruffians. I don't know how much of that is true, but--"
"It's all true," said a voice behind us. Selina was standing there, dressed to draw looks that could kill. Now that she was not around school kids, she was dressed to display her charms. She had a top that was like a halter top, in that a triangle of cloth covered each breast, and tied via strings across the back and around her neck, but the triangles were shaped so they started as wide as each breast, but then came into points on the strings just above her areolas, and just barely managed to cover the areolas. The fabric itself was translucent, and light, and you could see her areolas through it. The overall effect was pretty close to topless. Her floor-length skirt began far below her navel.
As Mrs Lawson gaped at Selina, Kate came up, and she relaxed a touch. Kate's breasts were half the size of Cindy's, and her body didn't have a whole lot of curvature, but Kate was a dynamic personality like Cindy.
"What are we talking about," said Kate.
"How Danny fought off Billy and the gang," said Selina. "Mrs Lawson here wasn't sure it was true."
I was aware that an audience was growing. My parents had gathered, and Mr Lawson was there, and just about everyone in the house.
"Tell us about it, Danny," said Mr Lawson.
I glanced over at my parents. They had no clue about this at all. "We were hiking, and these guys popped up out of nowhere, and they were harassing the girls, and I made them leave. That's all," I said, embarrassed.
Of course, the girls weren't going to let it go at that. For the next half hour, they went through every detail of that encounter AND the one with Billy's father. Mr Lawson wasn't satisfied until I demonstrated, with Randy, what I had done to Billy when he tried to hit me with the bottle. I had to do it for him and for my father several times before they got all parts of it.
Mr and Mrs Lawson came up to us after. My parents were close, too. "I believe I owe you thanks for saving my daughters," said Mr Lawson, as he shook my hand. "I think they may be in good hands with you, after all." Mrs Lawson just smiled and dabbed her eyes.
As they turned away, I saw Maggie still standing where she was, her glass in her hand but forgotten, staring at me. I winked at her, and she turned bright red under her strawberry dishwater hair.
During the evening, Elise mentioned to my parents that I had helped her clear out some trails in the woods across her property, and if it was all right with my parents, she planned to offer me a summer job doing maintenance on her place. They were happy with that. We had very little money, and I still had not applied to any colleges yet.
I had not applied, because I had very poor grades, although my board scores were very high. I had just not applied myself to anything until this past year. I had gotten very good grades my senior year, but they would not help until I received them in June. At the same time, I had no chance of a scholarship, and had to earn quite a lot of money, or I would not be able to go at all.
With what Elise was paying me, it would be enough to pay for about half what I needed. I could manage the rest on government loans. I would graduate with a lot of debt, but at least I would be able to go to an inexpensive school.
I had several more surprises before the evening was over, though. I could tell something was going on, as I saw Eva talking privately to Bree, Mary, Joy, and Candi. I also saw Eva and her husband George in a conversation with Maria, Barbara, and Elise. Finally, I saw all ten of the women in the circle sitting in a room by themselves, talking. I didn't know what that was about, but didn't worry about it, as I talked with Kate's father George and Mr Lawson and my father, while my mother talked with Bree and her friends.
Dinner was buffet/snacks, not sit-down fancy, so people just got plates and drinks and circulated around.
"I apologize," said a voice. I turned to see Hannah. "That was totally out of line," she said, "and I apologize."
I nodded. "Consider it forgotten."
"I really wasn't trying to hurt my sisters, you know," she said.
"No?"
"No. I . . . really was . . . am . . . interested. That just wasn't an appropriate way of showing it."
I took a drink of my juice, and smiled at her, then took her hand and kissed it. She actually blushed. "Thank you for doing me the honor of telling me that, and thank you for the compliment of your interest."
I stepped back and bowed, and she curtseyed in return, and dimpled, then turned and ran off. I shook my head, and turned in search of more shrimp.
A little while later, Dr Schwartz invited my parents and the Lawsons to go for a walk down by the lake. As soon as they were out, I was hauled into the room where the ladies had been meeting. I was amazed to see not only the ten women who had been our circle, but Bree & company as well.
"It is all arranged," said Eva.
I looked around. "What is arranged?"
"These four young ladies would very much like to continue their activities with you. Their participation with you on weekends, however, would make things a bit crowded for you, don't you think?"
Fourteen? "I guess so."
"At the same time, we don't want to leave you in the predicament you were in last week, with your balls about to explode by mid-week, and unable to resist the advances of any young hottie who happens to take a notion to spread her legs for you.
"So, we have decided, that these young ladies AND you will come to my house tomorrow for private exams. We'll get all five of you checked out for diseases, and make sure they are properly protected against pregnancy. Mary will schedule an official appointment with my office, which she need not keep, but which will allow me to issue a prescription for birth control pills. I'll give her the first month tomorrow, and she'll be safe after her next full cycle is complete. In the meantime, always condoms!"
She looked at me, and I blinked back. After a moment, she said, "ah, yes. I can see I left out the most important part. Elise is going to be working you here during the day, but Wednesday evening, you are going to stay here for a dance class. She has a very nice hall for it. Elise used to be a dance instructor, and she will teach you and the girls how to dance -- after you've been able to make love to them all. The rest of the girls will make love to you on weekends, but you can make love to these four on Wednesdays, which should help you get through the week without excessive temptation.
"The girls have promised that they will stay away from all other males while this is going on, as we are very concerned about introducing diseases. She looked sternly at me. "If we provide this for you, young man, do you think you can stay away from others?"
I laughed. "I think I can restrict my loving to just these ten," I said, "but what if there are others who really need my love? Can I not love others, if I am sure it is safe and that they need it?" I was teasing her with this, of course, as Eva and the other mothers had not let Bree and her friends know that they ALSO were sharing me.
Eva stared at me, and I said, "How about if I get one of the ladies in my love-circle to approve, before I make love to another? Would that be reasonable enough?"
They all agreed to that, although Cindy, Selina, and Lita each let me know privately that their feelings on it had not changed, and I was free to do as I liked, as far as they were concerned. I would have liked to have made love just then, but the others were coming back in, so we broke up the meeting.
Around nine o'clock, the Lawsons and my parents were going to leave. My parents had already said I could spend the night, if I wanted. I still didn't know if they thought I was sleeping with any of these women, but I wasn't keen on finding out the answer to that.
The Lawsons had Hannah and Randy go outside, but I saw Hannah coming back in after a moment.
"Before you go," said Elise, "there are a few announcements to be made." She cleared her throat.
"Most of you know we have offered Danny a position working maintenance on our property this summer. He will be clearing trails, raising a bathroom, and doing general work in the woods across the lake. He is also going to be doing some woodworking and metalworking in the barn, with the tools we have here, and he has agreed to teach some of these skills, along with camping skills, to some of the girls on weekends.
"I haven't officially offered Danny the job yet, so Danny, here it is." She handed me an envelope, which was sealed. I put it in my jacket to look at later.
"I think all of you now know about the incident several weeks ago. Danny and our daughters were approached by a group of men, all in their twenties, and all larger than Danny. They were rude, crude, hostile, and dangerous. It quickly became apparent that they intended to murder Danny, and rape and murder all the girls.
"With a heroism that would look good in a Bruce Lee movie, Danny fought their leader, and took him out, in the girls' words, 'in the blink of an eye.' He chased them off, and the big, older men ran like scared rabbits.
"Then, when some of the men came back with shotguns in the middle of the night, he stood out, unarmed, in the rain, between the girls and guns, to defend our daughters' honor once again."
Elise had tears, now, but went on with dignity. "There may have been other incidents, but we would probably never know about them, because he wouldn't even tell us about them. The girls have told me that after he saved their lives, he never even brought it up again, and tried to downplay it when they did. We know for sure, though, that he saved all our daughters' lives once, and quite possibly twice, but both times, there can be no doubt that he risked death for their sakes."
All the women were crying now, and I was finding my own eyes misting. I could see Maggie with red eyes blowing her nose, and Hannah was streaming as much as the others.
"There is no way you can thank someone for saving your life, and there is no way we can properly thank Danny for saving our daughters' lives, but there ARE two things we CAN do for him."
Her mouth twitched. "Danny, before you have a heart attack when we tell you the first thing, I had best tell you that we have discussed this with your parents, and while they are not thrilled about it, they have approved."
Elise faced me formally. "Daniel, because you have proven yourself honorable, courageous, ethical, and loving, I give you permission to make love to my daughter, whenever and however you and she wish, including under my roof. As long as it is still okay with her, that permission will continue after you are eighteen. Don't get her pregnant, don't give her a disease, and don't create a public scandal, by being indiscreet with either your actions or your words."
I stared at Elise, open-mouthed, then glanced over at Rhianna, just as she launched herself at her mother, bawling. As they retired to the side of the circle, I glanced over at my parents. My mother was smiling a somewhat twisted smile, but my father was beaming.
Barbara moved into the center next, and spoke up. "Daniel, I give you the same permissions with regard to my daughter Selina. I know you love her, and I know you would never hurt her. I cannot begin to describe the depth of my trust in you, and I honestly believe she could check out all the men on this entire planet, and never find one who will make her feel as loved as you do. She and I both know you will be sharing yourselves with other women, but we trust you not to cause harm of any kind to my daughter."
She walked over and embraced Selina. They turned back to face me, with happy tears.
Maria was in the center now, and spoke to the group at large. "As many of you know, my husband was a Navy SEAL. He was very brave, strong, skilled, and capable -- he had to be, to be a SEAL. But he was also kind, and loving, and gentle, and passionate.
"Every little girl dreams of finding a man like her daddy, and my Lita was no different. When her father died, however, I despaired, because no man was ever going to fill that gap in her life.
"Then this boy comes along, and starts sleeping with my daughter, and while my first reaction is to cut off his nuts with a dull knife, I am distracted by how happy my daughter is. She has a happiness welling out of her that she has not had since before her father died, and this boy is the reason.
"So, I put the dull knife away, and invited him to dinner. I decided to get to know him first, and only THEN cut off his balls." Laughter. "In the process of getting to know him, however, I learned that here is a young man who is growing into every bit the man my husband was -- and that is something I never believed I could ever say, in my whole life. I think my husband, as protective of his daughter as he was, would approve of what I'm about to say."
She turned to face me, as the others had. "Daniel, I trust in your love and your goodness. My daughter Lita is yours. Treat her always with love, and don't ever hurt her. You have my permission to do anything at all with her that you and she together want to do, whether it is under my roof or not, whether you are over eighteen or not."
Maria walked over and kissed Lita on the lips, and the two hugged, and were crying.
Eva and George together walked out, holding hands. Eva spoke for both of them. "Our daughter is old enough to make her own sexual decisions," she said, "but we formally give permission for you, Daniel, to do anything with her you and she want to do, wherever that may be."
For the biggest shock, the Lawsons walked out. As they stood together, looking uncomfortable, Mrs Lawson said, "Hannah? Is Randy outside?"
Hannah indicated that he was, and Mrs Lawson continued. "I'm actually not thrilled to have my oldest daughter hear this, but I've learned some things tonight that make me realize it doesn't matter as much as I thought."
She faced me. "Young man -- Daniel. Take care of our daughters, and keep protecting them, and never let them get hurt, but" she swallowed, "but yes, it is okay if you make love to them -- but not under our roof, please, for the sake of their younger brother."
I nodded, stunned, as Donna and Cindy just about knocked their parents off their feet. As they moved to the side, Eva stepped into the middle again.
Before Eva could say anything, Mr Lawson said, "just a moment, Eva. Our permission is also to continue after you turn eighteen. I hope you prove worthy of our trust, young man."
"I hope so too, sir," I said, "and I thank you all for more trust than anyone has ever placed in me. I am honored more than words can say, and I will continue to guard your daughters' lives and hearts and honor with my life and my heart and my honor."
Eva smiled. "Well, that was the first thing we agreed we could do for Daniel. Our society's rules are good rules, but sometimes there are extraordinary circumstances that mean the rules must be set aside. Daniel is himself that extraordinary circumstance. His love is clearly a better thing for our daughters than we could ever hope for them at this stage in their lives, so we decided to formally give permission, so they would not have to sneak around us. As only Selina and Kate are older than Daniel, some of the girls needed special permission for that to continue after Danil turns eighteen this summer.
"Now to the second thing. Daniel is about to graduate from high school. He is obviously college material, and he has high board scores, but his grades have been poor. He has been looking at schools, but with no scholarship money, the finances can be a struggle.
"Dear?" She looked over at her husband.
Dr Schwartz pulled out an envelope, and opened it. "I have here a letter which the Dean of Admissions of Torr University has asked me to convey to Daniel." Torr was a large, exclusive university in the next town. They had about 20,000 students, and a full range of majors, including an excellent engineering department, a medical school, and a well-known conservatory. They were also only about twenty miles away. I had thought about applying there, but my grades were not up to their standards. Most importantly, I could not afford it, as they were among the most expensive schools in the nation.
"With your permission, Daniel, I will read it to you in front of the group." I nodded. I had no idea why I would be getting a letter from there, as I had not applied, although I had requested an application.
"Dear Daniel,
"As you are no doubt aware, the process of applying to colleges is a lengthy one, and colleges go through a long and difficult process to weed through potential students, to come up with the extraordinary ones who will excel at their institutions.
"At Torr, we are no exception to this rule, as we accept only about eight percent of all applicants, and most have extraordinarily high grades as well as board scores.
"We also, however, take note of exceptional character, as that is the most important attribute we wish our students and our alumni to reflect. When demonstrations of character are exceptional, they frequently will overcome other deficits in an application.
"We are aware that you requested an application packet for our school, but have not submitted an application. We are also aware that your reasons for doing this were both because your GPA is too low, and because you are concerned about the cost of attending a school of Torr's caliber.
"You were brought to our attention by some of our faculty, who also provided the above information. On the strength of their letters of recommendation, your board scores, and the letters of recommendation written by six young women whose lives you apparently saved, Torr University is pleased to offer you a place in our incoming Freshman class, with a full tuition scholarship.
"There is more to the letter, but that is the important part," said Dr Schwartz.
I sank to my knees, overwhelmed. I could not stop the tears from flowing. I was going to college, and would not have to squeeze my parents for it! I knew they did not have the resources to support me in school.
I was aware that people were cheering, as I got to my feet. I shook the hand of Mr Dr Schwartz (George,) and hugged Mrs Dr Schwartz (Eva.) "I don't know what to say, and thank you doesn't begin to cover it."
"Thank you will do fine, young man," said George, smiling.
"Thank you!" I said with feeling.
"My turn again," said Elise. "Since we have just offered you our daughters, and we don't want their hearts to be broken, we would prefer you were NOT staying in college housing, surrounded by coeds who will react just as strongly to your loving heart as our daughters have done. That would not only result in your being spread out farther than you could possibly manage, and flunking out, it would also hurt our daughters.
"Instead, we are preparing one of the guest rooms here in our house as a dormitory room, where you can entertain our daughters any time you wish. You will have your own shower and bedroom, and there is a small washer/dryer for you to use. The guest room has a study area with a good desk, and we will put in bookshelves. You can have meals with us whenever you are here, or you can get meals on-campus."
Torr was twenty miles away. I blinked. "That sounds great, but--"
"There is a separate entrance from the garage into the guest area, without going through the main house, so any guests you bring in, whether for an hour or overnight, will be none of our business, unless you plan to invite them to dinner.
"Young man, does that sound acceptable to you?"
"It's a dream come true, but I guess I had assumed I would be living on-campus. I will need to get a car."
She nodded. "I think you will earn enough this summer to get yourself a car." Her mouth twitched, and she said, "until you do, however, Mr Jenkins has given permission for you to borrow his car whenever he is out of town."
She handed me a set of car keys, and my mouth dropped open again. "His" car was an SL-class Mercedes -- a luxury convertible. Since the mythical Mr Jenkins was always "out of town," this was a gift, hidden as a loan. With the money I'd be earning when I got out of college, I'd be able to buy a car like that of my own, if I worked for ten years, never paid taxes, and never spent a dime.
It was yet another wonderful gift, and I was overwhelmed again.
I had a full-tuition scholarship, free room and board, a luxury sport convertible, and a way to continue to have access to the girls (and women!) I loved, all year. About the only thing I'd have to pay for is parking, school fees, gas, and lunches.
Maria said, "I'm next," and handed me a letter confirming a meal plan for me for the coming year. It allowed for up to twelve meals a week, which should be more than enough, but "if that turns out not to be enough for you, let me know, and I'll bump it to a higher plan."
"My turn," said Barbara. I looked up at her, not believing that there could be more. Barbara told me that she had paid for a year of premium parking privilege at the university, so I could park just about anywhere on campus. She also gave me a gas credit card, so I could fill up whenever I needed.
Finally, Eva said, "and this is from all of us," and handed me a school credit card. "This is for anything they sell in the school store, including supplies, books, and anything else. Don't worry about the limit, just use it, for whatever you need. We'll all take care of it."
Going away to college was going to cost me almost nothing. I would have to get used to commuting to school instead of living in a dorm, but somehow, commuting in a luxury sport convertible didn't seem so bad.
I tried, and failed, to convey my thanks, but they were all accepting of it, and seemed to understand my awkwardness.
The Lawsons and my parents were leaving, so I walked them out, thanking them again for their trust and generosity. Hannah hugged me good-bye, hanging on just a touch longer, to let me know, with a little sadness, that she wished she could be in on the loving.
Donna and Cindy wanted to stay, but Eva was standing there to say, "Not yet, dears. I still have to check him out, before you can have at him again."
They sighed and gave me deep, body-pressing kisses anyway, before getting in the car. Their parents just rolled their eyes and got in.
I walked my parents over to the family car. My mother just said, "see you tomorrow, dear," and got in the car. I could see she wasn't happy. Walking around the back of the car, though, my father high-fived me, then gave me a big hug, saying quietly, "this has been the proudest night of my life, son." He beamed back at me one more time, before getting in.
I had thought he was going to be totally freaked out.
When I went back in, the only ones left who were not part of the sexually active circle were Maggie and George. George, of course, knew that I was also having sex with four of the mothers, including his wife. Maggie didn't, but from the looks she had been giving me, she was even more eager than Hannah to join in, and wouldn't cause the issues Hannah would cause.
Still, when Rhianna started to wrap herself around me, it was not Elise who pulled her off, it was Eva. "Sorry," she said, "but anyone other than the four cheerleaders will have to wait for Danny until AFTER I've checked them out tomorrow.
"In fact," she pulled me by the hand around until she found Bree, Joy, Mary, and Candi, talking to Maggie.
She said to them, "you are all coming to see me tomorrow, right?" They all said yes, and she said, "and you were serious about staying away from any other boys, right?"
Candi said, "Dr Schwartz, I'd be CRAZY to want to try another boy after Danny showed me what he can do to me." The other girls agreed enthusiastically.
"Since you've set up a way we can have a bout with Danny once a week, we'll never have trouble keeping away from other boys," said Bree.
"Okay, then," said Eva. "See you tomorrow. Once everything checks out, you can look forward to Wednesday."
The girls laughed excitedly at that, and headed for the door. Maggie looked shocked. Eva looked at her. "Maggie, is it, for Margaret?"
"Yes, Doctor."
"Don't look so surprised, Maggie. You did just hear the mothers of six girls all tell Danny here that he could make love to their daughters any time he wanted, yes?"
Maggie nodded, but then said, "and it looks like you are adding four more."
"Actually, it was Danny who added them," said Eva. "I'm just trying, as a doctor, to make sure that everyone is safe."
She looked speculatively at Maggie for a moment more, then said, "Margaret, everything said and done here is in the strictest confidence, right?"
"Absolutely, Doctor."
"Good. Would you mind answering some very personal questions, in that confidence?"
"I suppose not," she said, slowly.
"Are you a virgin?"
Maggie drew herself up in outrage, then seemed to recall what she had witnessed the past hour, and the anger vanished. She just looked vulnerable.
"No, Doctor, I'm not." She blushed as she answered.
"How long has it been since you've been with a man?"
Her blush deepened. "Two years," she said.
"Are you on any form of birth control?"
"No!" she said, with some vehemence, still blushing.
"You've heard all the things these women have been saying about Daniel. They are all true, by the way. Would you like to find out what all the talk is about?"
Maggie blinked. "Excuse me, Mum?" Her face was still red.
"Would you like to make love to Danny, too?" said Eva gently.
Maggie face was even redder, and she appeared to be having trouble breathing. She looked over at me, and seemed ready to collapse.
Do something, Danny boy.
I reached out, and gently took her by the shoulders. "Hey, it's only a question, Maggie. Just tell her that I'm a hopeless loser, and you are off the hook."
She gave a little snort of a chuckle, and I pulled her into an A-frame hug, non-threatening. I could feel her trembling, but she did not put her arms around me. After a moment, I released her, and she stood, with her arms stiff at her sides, her fists clenched.
This girl is really uptight, I thought. She hadn't moved away from me, so I reached out and gently took one of her fists in my hand. I gently began lifting it up. Her arm, stiff at first, began to relax enough that I could lift it up. By the time the hand was close enough for me to kiss, the arm was fairly relaxed, although the fist was still clenched.
I gently kissed the clenched hand. I turned her hand over and kissed the clenched fingers, again and again, until she slowly unclenched them. When her hand opened, I kissed the palm, then the fingers. When it was completely relaxed, I released the hand, and it started floating back in slow motion, toward where it had been, but with no tension in it.
I took a half-step toward her, and put one hand on her hip, and took the other hand, only partially clenched, and did the same thing, kissing it until it opened, then kissing the inside until it was totally relaxed. Her other hand had come to rest on my shoulder.
I had not noticed that it was totally silent in the room. When her second hand was relaxed, I put my hand on her other hip, and her second hand came down on my other shoulder.
No longer clenched against me, she looked into my face from inches away. She looked open, vulnerable, and devastated. She looked around, and I did, too, finally realizing that everyone else was standing silently around us. All of the remaining girls, all four of the mothers, and George were there.
Maggie started trembling more, and I pulled her back into a hug again. This time, she put her arms around my neck, and started crying. We stayed in the A-frame position; I didn't think she was ready for any more contact than that.
After a couple of minutes, she stood back up, and dried her eyes. She still looked at me with that vulnerable look, but she didn't look quite so devastated.
Eva spoke again. "Maggie, I'm a gynecologist -- actually, an OBGYN. Would you be willing to come by my house tomorrow, so I can have a look at you?"
"I . . . suppose I can do that."
Eva looked over at me. "Danny, please tell me you brought a condom with you."
"I only have two left, but I brought them both."
"Hmm. That should be enough, but we'll have to make sure you have more by tomorrow; you'll need them." Eva looked back at Maggie. "Stick around, young lady; your night is about to get a lot more interesting than it already is."
She leaned over and whispered something in Maggie' ear, and Maggie rushed out of the room, with a shy glance at me.
Eva turned around with a chuckle.
"What did you tell her, Eva?" said Elise.
"Only that I would speak to you on her behalf, so she could prepare her body for the most amazing sexual experience of her life, in case that interested her. That was as far as I got, before she was off at a run."
Elise was concerned. "Are you sure that was a good idea?"
"Elise, relax. You've told me what a good person she is. If she is on the outside, she is not motivated to protect our secrets. If she is on the inside, though, she is."
Elise nodded. "I guess that's okay, then. She is a good person; I just hadn't thought about that angle, and I'm defensive about sharing Danny further."
She looked around. "Speaking of which, I hope you all understand that the invitation to Danny to sleep with my daughter under my roof also extends to YOUR daughters, AND to their mothers."
All the ladies smiled. Then Maria said, "Eva, I understand why you did that about Maggie; I don't understand why it needed to be now."
"A good question," said Eva. "Bree and those other girls have had sex with perhaps a hundred others, or more, in a lot of unprotected situations. They are very likely carrying some form of venereal disease. I don't want Danny to have sex with anyone in our circle until I have checked out both him AND the cheerleaders. From what he told me about how he cleaned up last night, he is probably clean, even if they are not, but I don't want to take extra chances.
"In addition to the risk issue, Maggie desperately needs his love, and he hasn't had sex with anyone since yesterday. If he spends the night with her, she will protect him from others who might be tempted to join him tonight. If he turns out to have anything, we'll just treat Maggie at the same time.
"It's a bit harsh, but we'll see she isn't harmed by it, and the end result is that she will be able to share in Danny's love, too."
It had been a long evening, and everyone was tired. As they left, I said thank you again to all of them, kissing all the ladies.
When no one was left but Elise and Rhianna, Elise said, "Let me show you the guest quarters. Maggie will likely be there, as soon as she is done showering, and whatnot. She doesn't keep extra clothing here, though, so I expect she'll just be in the plain clothes she arrived in, before getting on her maid's outfit."
"I won't be bothered," I said.
"I know you won't. I just don't want you thinking this isn't very important for her. She's very fragile, Danny. Be extremely gentle. You may not be able to have sex with her tonight, because she is fragile, so don't push."
"Okay, I won't."
She walked us down to the guest quarters, and it was actually a nice little suite. There was a small kitchenette, and a twin bed, but Elise said, with a bit of a smirk, that they had measured, and it would be replaced with a king. The study area was quite large, and the bathroom -- well, the bathroom was occupied.
The pool room was right down the hallway from the guest suite, so we sat in there and chatted, until Maggie came out.
Maggie was wearing a gray t-shirt and jeans, and she had a scared, serious look about her. "Don't I feel the gobshite, now?" she said. It sounded beautiful, but I had no idea what it meant.
Elise and Rhianna got up. Elise hugged her, and said, "It's all right, Maggie. See you in the morning."
"Won't I be losing my job, now, acting the brasser in front o' your girl?"
Elise looked at her a little sternly. "If that means what I think it does, Maggie, I think you heard me tell my daughter SHE could 'act the brasser' with this young man any time she wants. I'm telling you the same thing, at least for tonight. We'll see how it goes tonight before making any long-term plans.
"Either way, though, and no matter what happens, your job is not in danger, Maggie, and that's a promise. Don't be afraid of anything; he will protect you, and he would never hurt you. Let yourself go, and put aside any inhibitions. No one will talk about you, least of all him. Have fun."
Elise kissed Maggie gently on the lips, and started to walk out. From Maggie's shocked expression, Elise had never done that before. Before she got out of the room, Elise looked at the bar, then went over there.
Rhianna said to Maggie, "I hope I've been better to you the last couple of weeks, but I was a really childish, selfish little bitch until Danny straightened me out. I'm so sorry, Maggie, and I hope you forgive me.
"We are sharing with you the most precious thing in our whole universe. Please enjoy him, and try to use him up, if you can. I'll only be upset with you, if my bitchiness, or anything else made you afraid to let him have you." Then Rhianna, too, kissed Maggie tenderly, and went out.
Elise was just finishing setting an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne and two glasses on the counter. I could see it was one of the Dom somebody or others, that the ladies said was really good champagne.
A second later, and Maggie and I were alone in the room. "Well, isn't this awkward?" she said, softly. She was probably several years older than me, but her arms were crossed, and she looked very tense again.
I stroked her hand where it was on her arm. "At least they aren't fists," I said.
That got a small laugh, despite her tension. "Champagne?" I said, gesturing to the bar.
"Aye, and wouldn't you be after getting me fluthered, havin' y' way w' me?"
I shook my head, and put my hands on her waist, gently pulled her in, and kissed her very tenderly on the lips. She barely returned it, and didn't quite uncross her arms. "I have no idea what you just said," I said, "but you said it more beautifully than anyone I've ever heard."
Then I stepped back, and frowned, and said, "I really hope you didn't just tell my I had feathers coming out of my ears."
Finally, she burst out laughing, in a delightful tinkle as musical as her voice. Her face lit up as she did, in a burst of sunshine.
"I said the champagne would be fine, did I not?"
"Uh, yes, okay." I turned to the champagne, started to open it, as Elise had taught me, and said, "by the way, you have a gloriously beautiful laugh."
That caused another laugh, and I saw that her arms were no longer crossed.
"Aren't I still an eejit, an' you still a boy?" I looked over to see a definite twinkle in her eye.
"I don't know what an eejit is, but you are right; I'm just a boy, nothing to worry about. It's okay, though, I like older women."
She started to bristle at that, so I kissed her. It was still tender, but it was a bit more insistent, and I let it go on longer. By the end, she was definitely kissing me back, although it was still a very chaste, lips-only kiss.
I stepped back, and stroked her cheek with my hand, and turned to pour the champagne.
"Go way outta that!" She was looking at the champagne. "Dom Perignon. Aren't I gobsmacked?"
I handed her a glass, and said, "to love. May it always be fearless, limitless, and unfettered."
She gave a little gasp, and said, after a drink, "where is that from?"
"I don't know." I turned the bottle. "I think France."
"Oh, cop on! I don't mean the bloody champagne, I mean the fuckin' poetry."
I blinked at her.
"Your toast, eejit! What were you quoting?"
"Oh. I wasn't quoting -- at least, I don't think so. I think that just popped out of my head."
Her eyes widened, and she said, "Jaysus. Wait one." She turned and sprinted back to the guest suite. Well, at least she didn't seem nervous any more.
She appeared a few second later with a purse that could have doubled as an excursion backpack, rummaging in it as she came up. She pulled out a pen and a small book, and laid the purse on the bar.
"Now," she puffed, "what was that toast again?"
I tried to remember. She had to help me with it, but we managed to piece it together. When I say stuff like that, it's as if it comes from a different part of my brain. Normally, I can remember the things I said, and the things others said, very well, but when I'm speaking creatively in the moment like that, and have that sense of rightness about it, I often can't remember what I said after, and have to ask someone else if I need to remember it.
Anyway, we eventually got back to it. "To love. May it always be fearless, limitless, and unfettered."
"Glory, be, isn't that beautiful?" She was writing it down frantically in her book, taking a gulp of champagne. "Isn't this too good for gulpin'?"
"Collecting sayings?"
"Quotes. When I hear one like that, spontaneous, I want to be sure to write it down, so it doesn't get lost."
We ended up sitting on the couch by the pool table, drinking expensive champagne, while she read me quotes from her book. When I had poured the last of the bottle into our glasses, she looked up at me, shyly. "Danny boy, is that what they call you?"
I smiled. "Sometimes."
"It's a nice, Irish name, although it isn't an Irish song, is it now?"
"It isn't?"
"Wasn't it an Englishman who wrote it?"
"Was it?" I was getting thoroughly confused by the statements phrased as questions.
She put a hand on my chest. "Are you part Irish, now, Danny boy?" she said, softly. I could see, now, that she was at least thinking about sex, but she didn't have that I-want-it-now look.
"Partly. Is that the accent you have? Are you Irish?"
"Cop on! Don't you know?"
I shook my head. "I've just never heard English spoken so beautifully."
Her lips trembled a bit, and she said, "aye -- I mean, yes, aren't I proud to be Irish?"
After a pause, she said, "and won't I not throw this champagne at ye, if y' were t' kiss a girl?"
I really had to think about that one, sorting through the double negatives to what I think she meant. It didn't make sense until I looked at her body language again, and realized she was getting closer to wanting sex.
I said, "I'm waiting until you get really fluthered, so I can have my way with you," and finished my champagne. She laughed and finished hers. We set our glasses down on the side table, then I scooped her up in my arms. She was a tall girl, but so thin that she was lighter than any of the others except Kate.
She reached up, laughing, and lightly touched my cheek. "Haven't you made a smithereens of me morals already, now?"
I laughed. "One of these days, I'm going to have to learn your language."
"Aye, but that's another t'ing entire, and isn't it beautiful?"
"I think you are truly beautiful," I said, and kissed her. I was still holding her in my arms, but her weight was nothing.
She finally returned my kiss with passion, although her mouth still wasn't open. After a moment, she pulled back, beginning to breath hard, and said, "are you for carrying me off to your den and having your way with me, now?"
"I am."
"Och, and I don't suppose there is anything a girl about it, is there?"
I began walking down the hall to the suite. "Not a thing, so her best bet would be to enjoy it as best she can, wouldn't it?" Now she had ME talking in questions. Damn.
Her eyes positively sparkled at that, and very softly, she said, "It would. Won't I do my best, though?"
I closed the door behind us, and laid her down on the little bed. As I continued kissing her, she said suddenly, "damn, and don't I have to use the fucking jacks?"
While I was wondering what the hell that meant, she stood up, dropped her jeans, and looked at me for a moment, twisting her shirt over pink panties, before saying, "half a mo" and running to the bathroom.
Was the bathroom the jacks, I wondered, or was it a diaphragm or something like that?
I decided I needed to process some champagne, too, so I got up, pulled the two condoms I had left and put them on the little table by the bed, took off my shirt, dropped my jeans so I was in my boxers, and laid my jeans and shirt over the back of the chair.
When Maggie came out of the bathroom, I went in and drained off the champagne, then washed my hands.
When I got back to where she was standing by the bed, Maggie began to pull off her shirt. She was looking solemn as she slowly pulled it up, then peeled it over her head. When she was finally exposed, she blushed and ducked her head, smiling sunlight into the room.
"Aren't you glorious?" I said, softly, pulling her shoulders to me. Her hands were clasped in front of her, and as I began to kiss her, they began to press against my erection, trying to escape from my boxers. She seemed to realize where her hands were suddenly, and put her hands around me, allowing our bodies, finally to come together.
Her small, bare breasts were now pressed against my bare chest, and my penis was pressing hard against her labia. Even though two layers of underwear separated us, it was still too much for her.
Half a minute later, she pushed me back, and gasped, "Sheeite! I'll be up the fuckin' pole if I don't do something about that fella." She reached down, and dropped my boxers, then had me sit down. Then she looked up at me, and smiled, shyly.
"I've heard this can help a man take his time with a lady, and maybe it will help the lady get ready for him, too, d'ya think?" she said.
"I've never done this before, so won't you be understandin' if I'm not very good at it?" With that, she took me in her mouth. She wasn't all that good at it, I have to say, but she knew not to get me with her teeth, and she knew to use her tongue, and she knew to suck.
I was fully recovered from the night before, and it had been a day with a lot of ups and downs, but a lot of beautiful women around me all day long. It didn't take me long, before I was saying, "I'm going to come soon!"
She paused, and said, softly, "sure, and wouldn't you like to put it on me face, so everyone can see what a brasser I've become for you?"
I laughed, and said, "I still don't know what you mean most of the time, but yes, I'd love to cum on your face." I'd rather she swallowed it, but not all women are comfortable with that, and I was determined NOT to push her, at least, not this time.
She went back to sucking, and when I said, "here I come!" she pulled off him but closed her lips as if kissing him, while he dumped several spurts onto her face. After, she looked me straight in the eye, with cum all over her cheeks, and gave me as hungry a fuck-me look as I ever got.
She may have reduced the pressure for me, but she obviously hadn't for her.
"Time to return the favor," I said, and starting from her breasts, which were still free of cum, I began by sucking and kissing them, then began moving down her body.
As I got closer to her vagina, she began to squirm. "Jaysus, aren't I fuckin' horny?" she gasped. "Sure, and aren't you a nice man to go down that way, but you aren't really gonna, are ye?"
For answer, I gave her a quick lick, from the bottom of her labia to her clit. She gave a huge gasp, and said, "NO!" She put her hands down to cover her vagina, saying, "y' don't have to do that."
"Didn't you just do it to me?" I took her hands, kissed them, and gently pulled them off her. "I WANT to taste you. I'm GOING to taste you. In fact, I'm going to KEEP tasting you until completely lose control of yourself, and as you said yourself, there isn't anything a girl can do about it, is there?"
"Ohhh, fuck, I suppose not, is there?" she moaned.
I kissed her hands, and then began to kiss her thighs. She didn't move her hands to block me, but began to caress her own breasts and pinch her nipples. I took my time eating her, driving her wild.
From the way she had been reacting, I was pretty sure she had never had this done for her before, so I wanted to be sure I did it right. I stayed away from her clitoris, building up her labia and vagina, until they were very wet. Then I began to give more attention to her clitoris, until she had a clitoral orgasm, squeaking as high as a mouse as she came.
After that, she wanted me to stop, but I didn't stop. I only moved the focus of my attention away from her now super-sensitive clit, and began sucking hard on her labia, thrusting my tongue between them.
Soon, her high-pitched clitoral squeaks gave way to deep grunts and moans from her belly, as she began to flow the lightest and sweetest pussy juice I had ever tasted. Just from my tongue, I brought her to a deep, groaning, vaginal orgasm, that lasted for half a minute, before she relaxed. I got onto the bed with her, snagging the condom pack as I did, and pulled her around onto my shoulder.
I had thought I would make love to her, now that we had both taken the edge off our sexual urgency, but I guess I had overdone it. In about thirty seconds, she was snoring. It was a light, musical snore, but it was clear she was out. Her face was on my chest, her moist vagina was on my thigh, her leg was across my crotch, and she was sound asleep. Her face looked like that of an angel -- an especially happy, satisfied angel.
Well, at least we had both gotten off. A minute later, I was out, too, and probably blending her snores with my own.
I awoke in the middle of the night, and looked around me. Maggie was still snuggled up as she had been, but her eyes were open and on me.
Without a word, our mouths joined, and then, gradually, the rest of our bodies. It wasn't violent, that love-making. It was sweet, and slow, and gentle, but it was deeply passionate. When we were done, I rested on her for a bit, until I slipped out. Then I got around so her face could be on my chest again. I had a feeling as to what was coming.
Maggie sobbed onto my chest, while I cuddled her to me and stroked her back. I managed to reach the tissue box, and cleaned her up when she slowed down. Eventually, she went back to sleep, and so did I.
In the morning, I wasn't sure until I found both unopened condom packs, but then I knew. She had not been protected last night.
When we awoke, we made slow, tender love again, but this time, I used a condom. Maggie asked me about the previous night, and I had to tell her that I had not thought of it when we woke up in the middle of the night.
"I thought of it, didn't I?" she said.
"You DID?"
"Yes, but it just felt so perfect, and I didn't want to stop just then," she said.
Hoo, boy, I said to myself. You are playing Russian roulette, Danny boy. You have to be more proactive about this. These women's hormones are working against them, and you have to protect them, even if they won't protect themselves.
I was going to go over to see Eva about four in the afternoon, so I took the car to my parents' house to get clean clothes on, took care of a few things around the house, then went back to pick up Maggie, before going over to the Schwartz's house.
The car was a bit touchy to drive, but by the time I had gotten back to pick up Maggie, I was getting the hang of it enough to not be totally embarrassed. The acceleration was the hardest part, and timing the clutch.
When we got there, Bree and her friends had just finished, so Eva talked with Maggie while I visited with the others. George was running their tests. After about twenty minutes, she called me in, to give me a quick check over, and talk to me privately.
Have you been taking those pills every day, Danny?
"Yes. Why?"
I was wondering if they could have had an effect on how horny you were getting when you went to the party Friday. If you feel yourself getting anywhere near that level of sexual need, you MUST call on one of the circle to give you relief, before you do something stupid. You know there are fourteen women, now -- actually, I suppose Maggie makes fifteen -- who would be honored to give you relief, if you need it.
"Will this continue after I finish this drug?"
"Not to the same level, no. The main thing is that you will be able to come in larger amounts and recover more quickly, but you'll still spend yourself at the same rate, so in terms of relief, it should level out somewhat higher than it was, but not by a lot.
"I think almost all of what you have been experiencing is the result of massive amounts of sperm production for a several day period, followed by complete abstinence. It would be enough to drive any man crazy.
"I will talk to the others, but as long as you have someone who can provide relief, that shouldn't ever happen again.
"In the meantime, you are already, as near as I can tell, starting to experience a growth in your testes. We'll see how it develops over the next month, before deciding whether to adjust the prescription. I gave you the whole 90-day prescription, but we may not use it all.
"I'm giving you that third set of pills now, but I want your absolute word that you will not begin them until you have completed the current prescription, with a break of at least ten days in between." I promised, and she gave me another large bottle, again making me promise not to double up on the pills.
"On the disease front, I was surprised to see that the girls all look clean, as do you. We'll see what the tests say before taking you off the restrictions, though."
When we came out, George had finished the tests for all but Maggie, and all of them were clean. To no one's surprise, Maggie also was clean. Eva told me I was cleared to start having sex within the circle again, and she told the girls they could expect to be with me Wednesday, if they weren't otherwise occupied.
Laughing, they assured her they were available. After they left, and Maggie was outside, I asked Eva if Mary and Maggie would be on the pill.
She frowned. "I'm not supposed to talk about those kinds of things, but I asked them all if it was okay if I discussed them with you, and they all said okay to that. I will, but please don't spread this any further, even in the circle.
"Mary is going on the pill immediately, but she will come to see me with her mother at my regular office later this week to make it official, so she has an official prescription. She still won't be safe for sex without a condom until month after next."
"And Maggie?"
"Maggie is NOT going on the pill. I'm afraid the Church has been very harsh with her on that subject. She actually does not even like using a condom. I will install an IUD for her in a couple of weeks, as soon as we know you didn't knock her up last night."
"Oh."
"Yes, 'oh.' What were you thinking, Danny boy?"
"I had the condom in my hand, and was about to open it, when she fell asleep. When I realized she was out, I fell asleep myself. Somewhere in the middle of the night, we woke up and made love and went back to sleep, all without waking up all the way. I still had the unused condom in my hand when I woke up in the morning."
She shook her head. "You don't get it, Danny. They ALL want you to get them pregnant, and their bodies will be trying to make that happen just as badly as YOUR body was working on you Friday night. It's up to YOU to make sure they are protected, even when their bodies make them trip and fall under you with their legs open."
"Yes, Ma'am."
She sighed, and then glared at me. "You know, Daniel, we are no longer under the same rules as during the campout. If you call me 'ma'am' one more time, I think I'm going to tie you up, strip you down, and spend three days riding your pole until it falls off or I die happy!" Then she grinned, and kissed me.
"I'll tell you when it is safe to make love to Maggie without a condom. In the meantime, use condoms for Mary, Rhianna, and Maggie. The rest in the circle are okay, but for god's sake, Danny, don't go outside the circle, okay? No, I don't mean that. Just use your head, not your balls, to do your thinking."
I promised I would, and she let me go, after giving me a kiss that could jump-start a locomotive, and telling me to make love to Maria and Lita that night.
"Huh?"
She patted my cheek. "We are working on a plan to keep you from getting overloaded again. We're going to put you with a different mother-daughter or sister pair each night. Don't worry about it, but we'll see that you find out your assignment.
On our way out, George handed me a bag that had three boxes of condoms in it. On our way back to the house, I asked Maggie how she would feel about making love to me again.
"Wouldn't I love to, as soon as we get there? Or wouldn't by the side of the road under a tree work as well?"
"How do we keep you from getting pregnant?"
She sighed. "I suppose we could use those horrible condoms, if you really insist."
"It would be a lot easier if we got you on the pill."
She shuddered. "Anything but that." After a bit, "Dr Schwartz is going to give me an IUD in a couple of weeks."
"You are okay with that?"
"It's better than the pill, isn't it?"
I sighed. Girls are complicated.