Chapter 11

It's only the beginning but the implications are terrific.

Trenat's sun had barely cleared the horizon when BatGirl, Taz and Bingo taxied their Swift, the "Gotham City", to the end of the runway. BatGirl was so excited she had to remind herself to breathe. She checked her instruments one final time and announced that she was ready for takeoff.

"Affirmative," the AI intoned. "You are cleared for takeoff."

"Roger. OK boys, here we go," she said into the comm.

"Let's go!" Taz yelled.

"I'd say 'Break a leg' but I'm in here with you, so how about 'don't get us killed'," Bingo joked. Taz laughed in the background.

She throttled up the engine and released the brake. Tiffany could feel the incredible power of the engine vibrating through the airframe as the Swift quickly accelerated to 110 mph. She pulled back gently on the stick and they were airborne.

"Oh my God! I'm actually flying!" Tiffany thought to herself. A single tear of happiness rolled down her cheek inside her helmet.

"Gear up," she said to the AI. A few seconds later a small thump and a green indicator on her systems screen told her that the wheels were up and locked.

"Landing gear is up and locked," the onboard AI confirmed. "Come around to a heading of one eight zero at an altitude of twenty-five hundred feet. Increase airspeed to 400 miles per hour."

BatGirl began a climbing turn and soon brought her craft to a southerly heading. Within a few seconds she had climbed to 2,500 feet and increased the throttle to a steady 400 miles per hour. The AI then ran them through an hour long series of maneuvers and navigational exercises. Tiffany enjoyed herself more than she ever had before. Taz and Bingo, however, were hungry and bored and began to complain.

"Are we almost done?" Taz griped. "I don't know what you needed us here for. You're just going for a joy ride."

"We are authorized to make a weapons run but Captain Carter needed to be qualified first," the AI explained. "Turn to heading two seven four and we will arrive at the gunnery range in 3.4 minutes."

Taz and Bingo suddenly got busy, bringing their BLiPP guns online and getting a feel for the targeting.

"Make your altitude 1000 feet and your airspeed 300 miles per hour," the AI told BatGirl. "The attack run is now visible on your HUD." Indeed, a green line had appeared on BatGirl's heads-up display. All she had to do was follow it.

The AI said to the gunners, "Your targets will be identified on your targeting screens in red. For this run you have five available shots. You will be in range in five, four, three, two..."

Taz wasn't quite sure what to expect, but he felt that the BLiPP ought to make some noise, or recoil, or something. But it didn't. He pulled the trigger and a ball of blue lightning streaked out of the gun port to strike the targets; quick, quiet, nearly instantaneous destruction. His initial disappointment was soon displaced by a juvenile feeling of joy at the destruction he was causing. He quickly chose, and fired on, five individual targets and giggled to himself as they exploded into fragments of plastic and metal.

Bingo was having just as much fun, but he had used his head and selected targets that were clustered together. When the run was over, Taz had eliminated five targets and Bingo had destroyed eleven. The AI critiqued their performances and in successive attack runs Taz scored as well as Bingo. After six attack runs, BatGirl and her crew turned for home.

BatGirl had gotten very comfortable flying the Swift at altitude, but her anxiety came back when faced with her first landing. She handled the pressure, however, and made a picture perfect landing. She taxied the Swift back to the plane's hanger and was guided in by her technician, and concubine, Ronny. She powered down the Swift and popped open her canopy only to hear applause coming from below her. All six of their technicians were standing beside the plane. As they climbed down from their cockpits, they were mobbed by Greg, Faith, Callie, Ronny, Gina and Patty. Kisses and hugs and congratulations were being passed around when the sound of a clearing throat disturbed them.

"You are expected in debriefing," Major Jones told them. "Celebrations can wait."

"Yes Sir," they all answered.

BatGirl, Taz, and Bingo followed Major Jones to debriefing while the technicians prepared the Swift for the afternoon flight.

The debriefing was mercifully short, being spent mostly congratulating the pilots on their first successful solo flights. Tiffany endured the meeting as best she could and was thankful when it was over. She now understood why some women were so enamored of horses and motorcycles. The excitement of the flight and the rumbling vibration of the engine radiating through her seat had driven her to a sexual frenzy. She was so horny that she could barely think.

Most of the crews headed for home after the debriefing, but Tiffany convinced Tim and Corey to get cleaned up on base. They all headed to the flight crew locker room, which, because of the breaking down of traditional morals by the confederacy, was unisex. The three of them stripped out of their flight suits and as soon as Tiffany was sure they weren't being watched, she pulled the boys into a shower stall with her.

"What's up?" asked a surprised Corey.

"I need you two and I need you now!" She said in a loud whisper.

"But, we've never done this with you before," Tim said.

It was true. Tiffany had not slept with Tim or Corey. At first, she was too shy and later she had become disgusted by their attitudes toward their concubines. After they had straightened up their act, she had begun to look at them as potential lovers, but she had never had the time to pursue her new feelings. But she was going to now.

"I know but I've got to have you before I go crazy," she said as she stroked their now hard cocks. She spread her legs and bent over at the waist and began to suck Tim's cock. Corey, standing behind her now, was looking at her puffy and swollen pussy. He reached up and turned the water on in the shower before threading his eight-inch prick into her.

Tiffany began to thrust her ass back into Corey, urging him to fuck her hard. Her gyrations prevented her from doing a very good job on Tim's cock, but he wasn't complaining. Corey, taking the hint, drove his cock into her as fast and as hard as he could. It didn't take long before he filled her pussy with spurts of hot cum.

As soon as Corey pulled out of her, Tiffany stood up and leaped into Tim's arms, positioning her dripping pussy over his slick penis. Tim leaned back against the wall of the shower and began to fuck her standing up. In this position, Tim's cock rubbed hard on Tiffany's clit and within a minute, the orgasm that she craved hit her like a ton of bricks. Tim held her tight as she came then gently set her feet on the floor when she was finished. Tiffany knelt down and finished Tim off with a blow-job to thank him.

"Damn!" said Corey. "Are we gonna get this kind of treatment every time you get to fly?"

"Maybe," Tiffany said with a contented smile on her face.

"I love this job," Tim replied.

Sophia had been at the repair hanger with Ken since ten that morning preparing for her contest with Esteves. She had rushed over as soon their debriefing had ended. She was warmed up and ready to go. Ken was giving her some last minute advice.

"You'll be required to spar in three disciplines; Jujitsu, karate and a weapon. He favors his right side, especially his right leg. He has a tendency to stay too far up on the balls of his feet so that will help you in your throws. He is weak in most weapons except for the short staff, but you are still better. If the Governor draws the short staff be careful of his left hand, he is better with his left hand than his right in that weapon."

"I will remember," Sophia replied.

"Let's go Kitten. It's time," Ken said.

Sophia and Ken walked to the center of the hanger where a square of mats had been placed to delineate the contest area. Almost all of the students in the Swift program were there, seated around the square or standing for a better view. Sophia could see her family and Tiffany's family seated in the front row. As she entered the square, her family and friends cheered for her.

Manuel Esteves entered the hanger from the other direction. He strode confidently toward the square dressed in a blood red gi with a black belt. He was met with a light smattering of applause from his clique and quite a few boos and hisses from others. He moved to the center of the square to stand in front of Sophia, staring at her with a look of utter hatred.

Governor Brown, wearing a white gi with the white belt of a novice, approached the two contestants.

"We are here today to witness a challenge to the rank of godan held by Master Santini by shodan Esteves," the Governor told them. "The challenge has three parts, a Jujitsu match, a Karate match, and a weapons match. The first match is Jujitsu and will be scored using the scoring rules for competition Judo. The match will be contested to one point, or ippon."

Manuel Esteves unbelted his gi and took off the top, leaving himself bare-chested. He tossed the garment to one of his followers in the crowd.

"Very smart," thought Sophia. "He eliminates the garment for potential holds and at the same time dares me to strip in front of the crowd. Too bad he doesn't know me very well."

Sophia slowly unbelted her gi and removed it, baring her firm breasts. Manuel blinked when she did this and looked uncertain for a second.

"Good," she thought, "that's rattled him a bit. He didn't expect me to call his bluff."

Governor Brown stepped up to them and asked, "Contestants ready?"

Both fighters nodded.

"Fight!" the Governor exclaimed.

Manuel wasted no time. He moved quickly toward Sophia who stood her ground and waited for him to come to her. Remembering about his tendency to favor his right side, Sophia feinted to the left, forcing Manuel to move to his right, putting him off balance. That was all of the opening that Sophia needed. She quickly grappled his arm and pivoting to the left she performed a flawless hip throw. Manuel sailed a good 5 feet through the air, landing squarely on his back.

Governor Brown raised the red flag that signaled the end of the match. "Ippon," she declared. "Match to Master Santini."

Esteves jumped up and began to protest, telling the governor that he had not fallen on his back.

"Captain Esteves. You know the rules as well as I do. You landed on your back after a throw and that is scored as one point. The match is over," Miranda Brown replied. "Prepare for your next match."

Sophia watched Manuel return to his corner. He was cussing and stomping around. "Good. That should keep him rattled," she thought.

After a short break, Governor Brown called the contestants back to the center of the square.

"The second match is karate. The match will be scored using international completion rules. The first contestant to 9 points will be declared the winner. Remember, the points are as follows: 1 point for hitting your adversary's abdomen or head with your fist. 2 points for kicking your adversary's abdomen or for punching or kicking your adversary's back. And 3 points for kicking your adversary's head or for a takedown with a follow up technique. Points will be shown on the display," Governor Brown said, indicated a display sitting on a table next to the square. "Are you ready?"

They nodded.

"Fight!"

Sophia and Manuel began to spar in a flurry of movement. It was obvious from the beginning that Sophia was far superior to the Brazilian. Taking advantage of his right side favoritism, Sophia quickly scored 5 points, 1 for a punch to his chest, 2 for a kick to his stomach and 2 for a punch to his back. Following the generally accepted rules for sparring, she pulled her punches and kicks at the last minute.

Sophia figured to finish this match quickly, but she underestimated her opponent. Manuel wasn't just mean, he was also smart. He figured out his weakness after Sophia's last two points and made an adjustment. As Sophia maneuvered for another attack he feigned a move that would use his right leg for a kick. Sophia fell for it and once she was committed to a block, he spun and landed a punch to the side of her head. Unlike Sophia, Manuel didn't pull his punch. The blow left Sophia stunned, but still on her feet. Manuel spun to the left, bringing his right foot around for a vicious kick to Sophia's head. The kick dropped her to her knees but it didn't knock her out. She returned to her feet, but being disoriented, she left her back exposed. Manuel darted in and punched her hard over her right kidney. Pain shot through her body as the force of the blow reverberated through her core.

Sophia turned herself around in time to ward off a couple of attacks but the pain in her back was slowing her up. Manuel came at her again, faking a punch to her head then dropping low and sweeping her feet out from under her. Manuel finished the maneuver with a hard stomp to her chest, bringing his foot down squarely on her right breast. Sophia's breath rushed out of her. Manuel began to stomp her again but Governor Brown blew a whistle and jumped between them waving the red flag.

"The match is over!" the Governor yelled. "Match two goes to Esteves. Fighters return to your corners."

Manuel returned to his corner, a smirk on his face. Ken Yamato tried to help Sophia up, but she waved him away and walked to her corner by herself.

"That mother-fucker didn't pull his punches!" Sophia told him in a pissed-off tone.

"I warned you. He has no regard for women. And the rules don't say you have to pull your punches," Ken replied. "Remember that in the next match."

"I will," Sophia replied between clenched teeth. "I will."

After a ten minute break, the Governor again called the fighters to the center of the square. With her was Colonel Walker carrying a small container.

"This is the last match," the Governor said. "In this container are the names of numerous weapons. Each contestant has trained with all of them at some point."

Governor Brown reached into the container and drew out a slip of paper. She unfolded it and read the contents aloud, "The weapons contest will be decided with the short staff. The contest will be contested to three touches, only blows to the abdomen or head count."

"Isn't that just fuckin' dandy!" Sophia thought. "I'm already half crippled and Manuel's best weapon is chosen." Her mood didn't get any better when she saw Manuel across from her grinning like a Cheshire Cat. Sophia returned to her corner and Ken handed her a beautifully engraved short staff with metal bound ends.

"This jo was made by my grandfather. He gave it to my father who gave it to me. I would be honored if you would use it today," Ken said to her.

Sophia bowed and then accepted the short staff from him. "You honor me by allowing me to use it."

"Remember about his left hand," Ken whispered to her.

"I will."

Sophia returned to the center and stood facing Manuel.

"How do you feel, bitch?" he hissed under his breath. "Are you sure you want some more? Why don't you just admit you fucked your way up the ladder and go home now before I really hurt you?"

Sophia took stock of her situation. Her left eye was beginning to swell shut, her back was aching, and her right tit was red and sore from the stomping her had given her. Even after all that, she wasn't going to let him get the best of her.

"I'm going to bust your fucking head open, asshole," she muttered back.

"Fighters, are you ready?" the Governor asked.

They nodded again.

"Do either of you want protective gear?

Both of them shook their heads, their eyes never leaving the other.

"All right then. Fight!"

Sophia and Manuel circled each other. Manuel, confident that he had her on the ropes, attacked first with a series of moves using his right arm. Sophia parried his blows, but pretended to give up ground. She knew that he would try and lull her into a pattern and then switch hands and come after her. She just had to wait for the moment.

Manuel didn't wait long. As soon as he thought that he had her on the run, he took a spinning shot at her head with his right hand and then quickly switched the staff to his left while his back was turned. As he completed his turn he took a vicious cut at the space where Sophia's head should be. It wasn't there. Anticipating a blow that didn't connect left him off balance.

Sophia recognized the setup as soon as he started his turn. His left arm was way out of position for the move that he was executing. She expected him to go for a head strike, so she immediately crouched and prepared to defend a blow if he came low. He didn't. He swung blindly at the location where her head would have been had she not ducked. She saw him stagger at the end of his turn and pounced on the opportunity. Springing up, Sophia aimed a back-handed blow at the back of his head. Master Yamato's jo hit Manuel with a loud crack. The staff split in two pieces, the free end bouncing off the floor and spinning away into the crowd.

Manuel dropped to the floor like a sack of rice, unconscious.

Sophia stood over him holding the broken end of the staff. After a few seconds, she bent over and tapped him on the head twice with the end of the broken staff.

Governor Brown raised the red flag, "Match and victory to Master Santini!"

Sophia bowed to the Governor and then rushed over to Ken Yamato and her family. Everyone had hugs and kisses for her, and Ann fussed over her, putting ice bags over her swollen eye and breast.

Aaron walked up to her and gave her a big hug and said, "I guess I was wrong."

"About what?" Sophia asked.

"Remember when I told you I thought you could hit me with a baseball bat and not give me a concussion with our strengthened bones."

"Yeah."

"Well, I guess I was wrong," he said while looking over at Manuel who was still unconscious.

Sophia laughed. "Yep, I guess you were."

Manuel Esteves sat in a chair in the medical building, nursing a killer headache and waiting for the doctor to release him. He had awoken when they opened up the medical pod, some five hours after the end of his contest. The doctor had explained that not only had he suffered a concussion, but that the blow to his head had ruptured a blood vessel in his brain. Only the quick application of emergency nanobots had saved him from dying.

To add injury to insult, Colonel Walker had been waiting for him when he woke. The Colonel had busted him back to 1st Lieutenant and had basically told him that if the Confederacy would let him he would drum him completely out of his unit. The Governor had discovered that the weapons contest had been rigged. Her personal secretary had been bribed to rig the contest so that Manuel would be assured of getting to use his best weapon, the short staff. Manuel denied any knowledge of cheating. Colonel Walker didn't believe him but Manuel had been careful about the bribe and had taken precautions to prevent it from being traced directly to him. All that anyone could be certain of was that it was someone who wanted Manuel to win.

So Lieutenant Esteves found himself sitting in a waiting room, his frame of mind fueling an ever-increasing hatred of Sophia Santini.

"That fucking whore of a cunt!" he thought to himself. "I'll get that fucking bitch back if it's the last thing I do. No woman makes a fool out of Manuel Esteves. She'll fucking wish she had never been born!"

Sophia was propped up on a sofa in the den, watching a movie and icing down her injuries. The med staff had given her some nanobots to help speed the healing of her bruises, but the ice still helped. The only people at home with her were Tammy and the children. Tammy was piddling around the house doing some chores and bringing her ice, drinks and snacks. The children were napping.

Sophia had been excused from duty for two days so Aaron and Reggie were flying without her. The techs were at the base and Kelly had gone with Marty and Ann to meet with Hunter Wallace about the school facilities. That was fine by Sophia, it gave her a chance to relax and enjoy some quiet time. Sophia was almost asleep when Tammy shook her gently and said. "You have a visitor."

"What? Who?" Sophia mumbled still groggy.

"Ken Yamato. Should I let him in?" Tammy asked.

"Oh, yes. Thanks," Sophia said as she propped herself up to a sitting position.

Tammy returned with Ken in a few minutes. As Tammy ushered Ken into the room, Sophia noticed that Tammy was checking Ken out, especially the bulge in his pants. "Kelly's been bragging," Sophia thought, amused at the thought of the women in the family pursuing Ken for sex. "I can't blame them though, he's really good."

Ken came and knelt beside the sofa. He had a package with him that he placed on the end table beside them. He took her hand and looked into her cat-like eyes.

"I've come to apologize to you. If I had more restraint I would have sent you and Kelly home the other night and none of this would have happened," he said.

"Stop. Don't say that, don't even think that," Sophia replied. "I came to you of my own free will and I don't regret any of it. What occurred today would have happened eventually. You and I both know that."

"I still feel guilty because your pain came at the expense of my pleasure."

"Our pleasure," Sophia said. "Don't forget that."

"I'll try," he said.

"And what I said the other night still applies," she said.

"What was that?"

"I love you," she said.

"I love you too," Ken replied. Then he kissed her long and deep.

When they finally broke their embrace Sophia asked, "So what have you brought me?"

Ken took the package and unwrapped it. Inside were the pieces of his broken staff.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Ken. I didn't mean to break it," Sophia said, beginning to cry.

"It's OK Kitten. I want to give these to you. A weapon is meant to be used. If it is broken in combat serving its master then it has served its purpose."

"But your grandfather made it," she said.

"And I know that he is proud that his jo helped an honorable warrior defeat her opponent."

"I'll keep these forever," she said and kissed him again.

"Now, kind sir. If you will help me to my bedroom, I do not believe that I am hurt enough not to thank you properly," she cooed.

Sophia lay awake in her bed listening to the soft snoring of Ken next to her. Unlike their first bout of sex, this time the two had made slow, gentle love to each other. Sophia found herself wishing that she had a low CAP score so that she could be Ken's concubine. As she was lying there a thought popped into her head.

"AI," she said softly, "Will Sergeant Yamato be moving his permanent residence to Trenat?"

"Yes. His Concubines are scheduled to arrive on a military transport next month."

"Has he been assigned quarters on the planet yet?"

"No."

"Are there any restrictions as to where he has to reside in Prentiss."

"No."

"Thank you," Sophia said, and then fell asleep next to her lover.

Ken woke up to an empty bed. He consulted the AI and learned that it was almost 6 o'clock in the evening. He got up and used Sophia's bathroom, then located his uniform and got dressed. As he was pulling his boots on, the door opened and Sophia entered.

"Hey sexy!" Sophia said as she moved tenderly over to the bed. "I was trying to get back here before you woke up."

"I just got up. How are you feeling?"

"Like I just got the shit beat out of me?" Sophia said with a smile. "Actually, I'm very sore. My muscles tightened up while we were sleeping."

"Do you want me to rub them for you?"

"Maybe later. Right now I've come to ask if you'll stay for dinner. We'll be eating in a little while."

"I don't want to be a bother." He replied.

"Honey, there are sixteen of us in this house. One more definitely won't be a bother."

"Then I accept."

Sophia brought Ken down to the den and introduced him to those he had not met. The women fawned all over him and confirmed what Sophia had expected, Kelly had told everyone about their trip to Ken's house. Little Craig, Tammy's two year old boy, took an instant liking to Ken and followed him everywhere he went. Ken was equally taken with the tyke and they played on the floor of the den until suppertime. When the girls came to set up for dinner, Craig announced that he was in training to be a "Nin-ga" and he was going to go get the people who had hurt his Kitty Mama.

Wanda and Bonnie set up the big dining room table in the den while the other girls brought out dinner. Ken found himself sitting between Sophia and Tammy with Wanda, Kelly and Uma across from him. Dinner was pleasant and everyone had a good time. After dinner, the adults sat around the table drinking coffee while the older children watched a movie in their bedroom. Tammy was breast-feeding Tod who was not yet a year old.

"Ken. I understand that you are moving your household here permanently. Is that right?" Aaron asked.

"Yes. Now that I'm part of the Swift Fighter program my home base will be Trenat. My concubines Aiko and Takara will be here in a few weeks."

"Have you made arrangements for housing yet?" Aaron asked.

"No. I just figured that I would take an available pod on base and go from there," Ken replied, becoming curious about the direction Aaron's questions were leading.

"Do you like big families?" Reggie asked, jumping into the conversation.

"I had six brothers and sisters so I guess I like big families. Besides, isn't that what the confederacy wants out of us anyway?" Ken replied.

"Do you think your concubines want a large family?" Sophia asked.

"I don't really know, we haven't discussed it. I know that they are lonely when I'm away. I've promised them that I will fill my two vacant concubine slots as soon as I can." he replied. "Is there a point to all of these questions?"

"We have a proposition for you. We would like for you and your concubines to consider living with us. Sophia and Kelly are already in love with you and the rest of us think that you will fit in well with our group. We can add a wing onto the house for you, like we are doing for Marty and Ann, or you can live with us here in the main house. What do you say?" Aaron asked.

"I don't know what to say. I'm stunned," Ken stammered. "I'll have to think about it."

Sophia put a finger on his chin and turned his head toward her then she gave him a kiss. "It would put your very close to me, and Kelly, Uma, Wanda, Tammy, Bonnie, Ann and Jessica," she said, indicating the beautiful women seated at the table.

At the same time, Ken suddenly felt three sets of feet rubbing his thighs and his cock through the material of his pants. He looked across the table at Wanda, Kelly and Uma who were all grinning at him. Ken's cock was becoming very uncomfortable in the confines of his trousers. Sophia wasn't helping matters; she had her tongue in his ear.

Looking for some help, Ken turned to Tammy sitting next to him. "What do you think about this?" he asked.

Tammy leaned toward him and said in a husky voice, "Tod is almost weaned but I'm still producing a lot of milk. He can't suck enough to keep my boobs from hurting. Wouldn't you like to be here to help me?" as she spoke, she had exposed her other double D sized breast and squeezed her nipple. Beads of milk formed on the end of her large, upturned nipple.

Ken gawked at what had to be the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Finally he tore his eyes away from Tammy's magnificent breasts only to see that actions around the table were escalating. Bonnie had removed her shirt and was pinching the longest set of nipples that Ken had ever seen. Jessica was sitting next to Aaron and from the motions of her hand she was stroking him beneath the table. Ann was sitting between Darren and Reggie and jacking both of them off. Ken turned back to Tammy to find her sitting with her eyes closed tight. He soon discovered why. Kyle had crawled under the table and was licking her pussy.

Sophia turned Ken's head back toward her.

"We all love each other and we love you. I love you! Bring Takara and Aiko and come live with us," Sophia pleaded.

Ken looked around the room again. This time he didn't just see the wanton sex, he saw the caring and the trust necessary to have a family dynamic like this. He saw the love that the family had built and he suddenly knew that this was something that he wanted too.

"I would be honored to join your family," he told her. Sophia let out a squeal of delight and hugged him.

"He said YES!" Sophia yelled. Everyone cheered.

"Let's get this table out of the way," Reggie said, standing up with his cock still out of his fly where Ann had been masturbating him. Reggie and Uma folded the table up and put it away.

"Bonnie, will you take Tod to Marty?" Tammy asked as she handed the boy to her. "I've been thinking about this big cock of Ken's since Kelly described it. I can't wait any longer."

Tammy took Ken's hand and led him to an arm-chair. She pushed him down in the chair and proceeded to strip. She took off her blouse then pulled the short skirt she was wearing down. She wasn't wearing any panties. Ken was in awe of her body. He was used to thin Asian women, not full-size, big-breasted, voluptuous blondes. Tammy unzipped his pants and fished his fat cock out of his fly.

"God damn, that is huge," she whispered. The other girls all gathered round to see. Tammy leaned over and licked him up and down a few times, then placed her mouth over the head of his cock and slowly began to slide him into her mouth. To everyone's amazement, she was able to deep-throat Ken. She began to work on him, sliding him in and out of her mouth, fucking him with her lips and throat. After a few minutes she pulled away from him and rubbed her jaw.

"Damn, what a mouthful. That's going to take some getting used to," she said. "Let's see where else that meat will go."

Tammy climbed up in the chair with Ken and straddled him. She lowered herself onto his cock slowly, savoring the feeling of his wide cock stretching her to the limit. Before long, she was riding him hard, slamming her ass down onto his lap with each thrust. Her milk filled breasts were leaking all over his chest. Ken tried to hold on to them and suck them, but they were slippery with her milk and hard to hold. He did his best though and was rewarded with sip after sip of her sweet milk. Before long, Tammy came with a wail. Once her orgasm subsided she stood up and gave Ken a kiss.

As soon as she moved out of the way, Wanda took her place.

"Welcome to the family," she whispered in his ear as her hot, wet pussy enfolded his manhood.

As Wanda was riding Ken, he looked around. Sex was going on in all corners of the room. The only person in the room not having sex was Sophia. She was curled up in a chair across the room from him, watching the festivities as best she could, an ice pack once again covering her swollen eye. When she saw Ken looking at her, she smiled and blew him a kiss.