Chapter 14: Mrs. McDonald Had A Farm

It was a very unusual pickup, the result of Dora’s analysis that many, many more children were needed to bridge the gap between ages at typical extractions and new births resulting from the after-extraction action. Maureen Smith McDonald was raising an impossible number of children, largely by herself. She had six of her own, ranging in age from fifteen down to five, in addition to her dead sister’s four - all under eight. Added to them were three preteens from her former husband’s family, and a barely fourteen-year old neighbor who showed up with her younger brother when her single father was extracted and refused to take either of them along.

They lived on a ranch near the projected advance of the Sa’arm, but the Swarm’s approach was not imminent. She received financial aid and was forced to depend upon it because she had too many children to be able to do any work beyond caring for them, even with the help of the teens and older children. All the stock had been sold except three milk cows, horses for each child old enough to care for one, and a flock of free-range chickens that provided eggs and the occasional dinner.

When Dora showed Maureen’s nurturing and sex scores to the family, they not only wanted her for the Harrad Colony, they wanted her for themselves. Michael, Katie, and Gingerbread transported down to make it happen, while Naomi, Vicky, Misty, and Victor remained on call to help care for or to herd youngsters as needed.

The trio arrived shortly after lunch, and though school was out, most of the children were gathered in the dining room, family room, or the kitchen working on lessons. There were multiple laptops, desktops, and tablets - clearly in use by competent minds. Maureen, herself, answered the door, and when Katie introduced herself and the other two and explained their purpose, she invited them into her study. She called, “Gretchen, you and Ingrid come too.” Maureen turned to them and explained, “My Ingrid and Gretchen Henderson are both over fourteen and need to be privy to any discussion of extraction by the Confederacy.”

The two teens almost tumbled into the room, poking each other and laughing, “What’s up, Mom?” asked the older, nicely rounded blonde. “Yeah, Mom?” from the shorter, younger blonde.

Maureen put her arms around the two girls, pulled them to her and introduced them to her three visitors, “Ingrid, here is my oldest. I was fifteen when she was born, and she just turned fifteen last month.” She laughed, “I was randy and anxious. And Gretchen was my neighbor’s girl - she’s mine now. Truth be told, I think she is my ex-husband’s, and Tom Henderson thought so, too. I think that’s why he refused to take her. He carried grudges.”

She smiled and hugged the two again, “They grew up close as sisters, so the sperm donor doesn’t much matter now - both the swinging Richards left us.”

“So, girls, these fine folks are from the Confed...” Clothes started flying before Maureen could finish, and two excited, naked teens were bouncing up and down on the balls of their feet in front of Michael. “Girls! Girls! Back off - now!”

“But Mom,” that was Ingrid, “We wanna go!”

“I know you do,” the older woman responded, “but there has to be a reason the Confederacy came to us, here and now. Don’t throw away our negotiating advantage.” She smiled, “So why now, and why me - us? And, which of you is asking?”

“All of us and more,” responded Rachel, “and we want you and all the kids. You have incredible parenting scores, and your sex scores are out of sight.”

“What are we, peanut butter?” pouted Ingrid. “My cherry needs popped. Give me a test drive - please.”

“Okay, girls,” interjected Maureen, “Talk and listen first, then maybe you can get a ride before we decide...” She turned to the trio, “I hope including the girls in this discussion wasn’t a mistake, but it’s looking like part of the deal is going to be a cherry-poppin’ orgy. I confess, that producing some sweat sounds very good to me, too. It’s just been too long.”

Michael and his ladies looked at each other, shrugged, and nodded. “So what is it that concerns you?” he asked.

“It isn’t really a lot,” Maureen temporized. “In addition to frequent, hot sex, more children, and not being abused by some ego crazed ape, we all want to go together - us, kids, pets - all of us. And we want to stay together. That’s pretty much it.”

<Michael, sisters, > Dora spoke privately, <There are two unneutered adult cats and five kittens. The adults have good CAT scores, and the kittens are too young to know. There is a bitch dog with a new litter of seven puppies. We haven’t established a scoring system for dogs, but she might be well trained and socialized. I suggest that you ask.> Michael was beginning to feel dizzy from the odors of hot pussy filling the room - and not just from Maureen and the two teens. He wasn’t exactly sure when he began to lose control of the interview, but he thought it might be when Ingrid squirmed her way between his legs, popped her right tittie between his lips, and plopped contentedly onto his left leg. It could have been when he noticed Gretchen unbuttoning Katie’s blouse and reaching in to stroke her breasts.

<Dora, notify Victor and Richard that they are about to be drafted to cherry popping duty sometime soon -- after I get back control of this circus!> Michael forced himself to concentrate, turned his head, grabbed the two presented titties, and pinched the two protruding nipples. He was rewarded by the screech of a young woman catapulted into her first male-stimulated orgasm.

Turning his attention back to Katie, he saw Gretchen astride Katie’s leg, rubbing her pussy back and forth, riding for all she was worth. Katie was sucking one of Gretchen’s breasts. Grunts and moans were increasing from their direction as well. From outside the closed door, he heard a pair of giggles.

“All my kids are highly sexed,” explained Maureen, “it’s all I can do to keep the tweens out of each other’s britches. Those giggles are probably my Junie and Harry Henderson listening at the door. They’re always at it if they think they can get away with it. Pretty harmless.”

Michael took a deep breath, continued palming the two lovely breasts, and silently willed Rachel to take over the interview.

Rachel, recognizing his plea, began explaining the colony’s rules of behavior for sponsors and concubines. She watched Maureen’s eyes widen as she elaborated on their family’s relationship. “I see you and yours joining our family, but not as wives, even if you become sponsors. If that happens, I think you will be more like Billie and Birdie with an affiliated group of your own, but still a member of the clan. Right now, you would be concubines, technically, slaves of the clan. We call our really privileged concubines ‘companions.’ Maureen, recognizing a good deal when she heard one, was letting herself become more turned on. She had persuaded herself to maintain control while she extracted the most she could through negotiating, but she could feel her arousal building. She too was affected by the pheromones wafting, but she held on. “What about our pets?” she asked, “The kids are really attached - and caring for them has helped keep them occupied and develop responsibility.”

“We already have two cats, so yours should be okay,” Rachel responded, “but there are no dogs. Tell me about yours.” She was becoming distracted by the activities of her sponsor-spouses, and by the growing wet spot visible between Maureen’s legs. Usually, her amorous attractions were confined to her spouses, but this situation, with its sights, smells, and sounds -- added to by the involvement of her spouses - was beginning to get to her.

“Well, Cynthia Louise Human is about three fourths border collie and about a quarter mixed golden from the Henderson’s farm. More than human sex had been going back and forth between our houses. She thinks she’s people and is smart, good at herding - kids and animals - and does well indoors. Gets a little hyper sometimes.”

Rachel cracked up. “Cindy Lou Who, really?! Don’t tell me, I know - the retriever’s name is Grinch!” and she held her stomach laughing. Okay, You’re all coming. I can’t pass this up. Not a chance!” She giggled then asked, I don’t suppose the Grinch is available?”

“Matter of fact, he’s been hanging around. Nobody at the Henderson’s to feed him, so we do,” replied Maureen, glancing over at the two couples. “Say, can we table some of this discussion and give me some relief? I’m burning up!”

Rachel followed her look and saw Michael holding his teen upside down licking her plump pussy, and Katie was laid back naked, with Gretchen scissoring her legs and madly humping to rub their pussies together. Rachel had never before seen this type of play, and she was nearly overcome with the suddenly increased heat between her own legs. <Dora, please tell the boys to stand down, looks like they’ll be batting cleanup instead of picking cherries.> Opening her blouse, she reached for Maureen and they rushed together. After a few frenzied kisses, this last pair was on the floor, pussy to pussy in a passionate imitation of the other tribbing couple. Rachel and Maureen were fast working up to their first major cum when they heard the gasp as Michael penetrated Ingrid’s wet vagina, taking the last vestiges of her hymen. The path to Ingrid’s next orgasm was short and wet, and she peaked with a much louder vocalization than from Michael’s breast play.

Katie looked over with lust in her eyes. “Michael, Gretchen’s ready. It’s time to swap.” She cuddled the moaning teen to her, kissed her passionately, turned her in Michael’s direction, and held out her open arms to summon Ingrid.

The two teens rose and gave each other a major kiss as they passed in route to their new lovers. Ingrid patted Gretchen’s butt and told her, “O M G you are going to love this,” as Gretchen looked with a little hesitation at the red-tinged moisture at the junction of her friend’s thighs.

It was not the way Michael preferred to introduce young women to the world of heterosexual sex, love, and lust. But clearly there were no complaints from the first customer, and the next was now waiting in front of him, eager and quivering with anticipation.

He reached up and drew Gretchen down to him, settling her into his lap. She nuzzled into the crook of his neck, breathing heavily. “Oh god, Michael, I’m so ready,” she murmured, “sooo ready!” She looked over at Katie and Ingrid, already moving pussy to pussy. Momentarily distracted, she asked, “That is so sexy. Did I look like that?” Then she reached her lips up and sucked his lower lip into her mouth.

Michael returned her passion for some moments, lay back, and positioned her thighs on either side of his own. He could feel her slick, wet slit touch his cock, and then she began sliding back and forth, drawing forth groans from them both. Gretchen rose on her knees, took hold of his rod, swiped her slit twice, notched it between her lips, and sat - driving down until their pubes meshed.

“Are you disappointed? I broke my hymen ages ago, riding. The truth is, if there had been any nice boys my age, I’d have given up my cherry anyway. But I’m glad I had my virginity to give to you,” she babbled, but he shushed her with a kiss and began a slow in-out thrust-withdraw. She sighed and concentrated on her pleasure.

Michael hadn’t cum with Ingrid, so he was building towards a big one. Gretchen was primed and fired off a small one, but she never stopped posting. He tried to hold until Gretchen reached another, but the clutching walls of her tight sheath were too much, and he thrust up and came so hard it was almost painful. Gretchen felt his seed blasting inwards, screamed her own release, and collapsed onto Michael’s chest.

The odor of hot, wet, happy pussy filled the room, and the orgy wasn’t over yet.

Maureen, watched her adopted daughter reach completion, and turned to Rachel, “Sweetheart, you are a wonderful lover, but it has been far too long since I’ve had a man inside me. Would you mind terribly if I snuck over and took a ride?”

When Rachel released her and gave a gentle push in Michael’s direction, the auburn haired beauty crawled over and whispered to Gretchen, “Honey, if you scootch over, cuddle up, and put your head on Michael’s shoulder, your favorite mother could get a little action, too.”

Dora, concerned that she might scare the neophyte teens, had confined her usual raunchy commentary to implant communications with the three sponsors, and also transmitted to the at-home family. But when Maureen’s twat connected with Michael, she lost it over her drone’s speaker. “Holy, holy, holy! This Devil’s angel is hotter than a poker. I can feel her here in orbit! And speaking of poke her...”

Katie stepped into the pause and told her soon-to-be family members, “That’s Dora, our family’s AI - that’s artificial intelligence. She gets carried away sometimes. I think because she may be jealous.”

Maureen paid no attention to either speaker. The newly bedroom-named Angel powered through three cowgirl orgasms before Michael filled her. Then, aided by his nanites’ spectacular ability to help him recover, he rolled her over and pounded them both to an overwhelming finish.

There was a light tap at the door, and a hesitant voice announced, “Dinner will be ready in five minutes.”

Rachel walked over to Maureen and Michael who appeared to be gearing up for another round and grabbed Michael by the ears. (Again! Ears!) “Finish up lover boy, dinner’s about to be served. And by the way, there damned well better be something left for me and Cathleen and Hannah tonight!”

The women hurriedly stuffed tissues into drooling snatches and dressed. Michael wiped and did likewise. After a detour to various bathrooms, the six straggled into the large dining room and faced a table surrounded by anxious faces.

“Family,” Maureen pulled Michael to her side. “This is Michael. He is going to be your new daddy,” She stepped over to Rachel and Katie, put an arm around each, and continued, “and this is Rachel and this is Katie. We are going to join their family and go to the stars. They will be your mommies, too.” Then she led Michael to the head of the table, and each daughter took a new mommy and sat them in an empty chair.

The children all waited expectantly for Maureen to seat herself and say grace before starting to eat.

The table was a marvel. Knowing that Maureen and the two teens had been fully occupied all afternoon, the visitors expected a meal like hotdogs and baked beans. Instead, there were platters of fried chicken and homemade rolls; bowls of mashed potatoes and green beans; and five apple pies. An older child, clearly positioned to assist, was seated by each of the youngest children.

<How did this one miss being a sponsor?> Michael relayed to his family through Dora. <She’s incredible!>

<She’s not a warrior, > Dora responded. <The featherbrains only care about warriors and baby factories. They’ll make allowances for weapons developers, but they still mostly don’t recognize what a good parent can do to develop future warriors.>

<Well, I think I’m fast changing my mind, > Michael told her, <I think we are looking at the family’s new Momma-in-Chief. Maybe even the colony’s. Poll the family, especially Carole and Katie. If I’m right, we’ll marry her as soon as her CAP is confirmed as sponsor. And, we darned well better hunt up a stud for her two vixens!>

As they ate, all eyes were focused on the newcomers. Finally, a young voice spoke up, “Daddy Michael, are Cindy Lou and the puppies going with us? And what will happen to Grinch if we leave him?”

“They can come, but only if you take care of them,” Michael replied to cheers, “But you guys must take care of them, and some of the puppies will end up living with children who have no pets.”

“So what about Growltiger and Grizabella and their kids?” was followed by one side of the table starting, “Growltiger was a bravo cat who travelled on a barge...” followed by an answering response from the other side, “In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed at large...”

And from the kitchen paraded a pair of cats, followed by an assortment of kittens, all with tails at vertical.

Before Michael could stop laughing long enough to answer, another plaintive voice, “Please, we love Growl and Bella, and they are really good mousers!”

Michael held up his hands and replied, “Okay, same deal - your responsibility. You need to know that two cats - Eminence and Baby, already own the family. We need to make sure that your tiger doesn’t make the mistake of taking a stand.”

As if to seal the deal, the two adult cats were twinned around his legs, and the kittens were making cute with Rachel and Katie. This was one heckuva smart family!

Bolstered by the easy conquests, a chorus of questions about horses, cows, and chickens rose in a cacophony of young and excited voices.

<Michael, > Dora spoke privately,

<I didn’t know there was such a thing!> Michael responded.

< That was one of our original modifications at Nova Roma. The Darjee are just going to have to suck it up on that one. We aren’t going to let their stupid restrictions slow us from loading Lolli.> Dora was smug.

<I suggest that you stay overnight with our new family members and ‘beam up’ in the morning. Hannah says she’s coming down - oops, now Cathleen and Carole are joining you, too. Gingerbread is assuming operational command up here until you all get back up.>

“You win,” Michael said with a grin. “As long as you are going to be responsible, they can all go. Well, maybe not all the chickens...”

He turned to Maureen and the two teens, “Looks like the kids have finished negotiations for you, or is there something else? If not, we need to formalize this. Maureen, Gretchen, Ingrid - do you consent to join my clan as sponsors or concubines as further testing indicates? If you do, state you name and say ‘I do.’ If you have reservations or further conditions, state them or they will no longer be negotiable as part of your contract.”

“I do” followed three times in quick succession. From out of nowhere came a honeyed voice, “acknowledged and welcome.”

“Okay, now,” Michael continued, “We’re planning to lift you tomorrow morning. Gather anything you think important to take - but keep it light - and especially anything you need to care for the animals. Bring a sample of every kind of food the four-legged and feathered critters eat.”

Michael turned to their three new and presumed concubines and asked, “How big is your master bed? We are about to be joined by three more of our sister-wives, and we all like to sleep in a puppy pile.”

Michael and his ladies sat on a large couch and began the process of getting to know their new youngsters. A seemingly endless parade of little and not so little folk climbed aboard a lap, kissed a cheek, and introduced him or her self. As one tween girl climbed onto Katie’s lap, Maureen drew their two heads together and whispered, “Ellen, your new mom-Katie bats left handed, too. Now you have someone to talk to who genuinely understands what you feel.”

The young girl threw her arms around Katie, hugged her tight, and began sobbing.

That night, for the first time since joining Michael’s family, Katie slept apart from the puppy pile. She took the young Ellen to her bed to cuddle, comfort, and soothe. From that time on, Ellen was Katie’s almost constant companion and was the only under-fourteen dependent that was a routine member of the adult puppy pile. Too young to participate, she was nevertheless allowed to watch.