Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Academy
Part: 13 of 88
Universe: The Swarm Cycle
Summary: The Governor of the colony of Nuevo Angelino recognizes that the ad-
hoc educational system in use in his colony isn't producing sponsors -- so he
sends a team to Earth to collect some professional educators with a
Confederacy perspective.  This results in a new and unusual kind of pickup...

Keywords: MF MFF FF M+F mf mF exhib humil inc ir group oral anal toys Mdom
Fdom

The Academy

Chapter 13

Beth:

	Momma surprised us at the door in her new black nightie -- but not as
much as we surprised her, I think.  She was wicked embarrassed -- and Frieda
was wicked about teasing her, "Nice outfit, Mrs. H!"

	As if she wasn't embarrassed enough, Jack pulled the rug right out
from under her!  "Vera is no longer married; she became a concubine this
morning."  Frieda misunderstood, thinking she was Jack's, but Jack explained
that she was Daddy's.  Then Frieda asked me if I'd brought my nightie in --
and, of course, I hadn't.  Jack sent me off to get it -- but before I could
get out the door, Frieda did it again!

	"I don't have one," she announced, adding, "Guess I'll have to go
naked!"  I gasped and eyed her -- and of course she was all happy because
she'd gotten everyone's goat...

	Jack cleared his throat and said, "I've, uh, taken on Frieda..."

	Daddy grinned and said, "My condolences."

	Jack sent me on out then.  When I came back, Frieda was naked and
Momma was looking uncomfortable, standing there looking at Frieda and Jack
with her hands behind her back.  Jack told me, "Go dress as your mother is.
Take Frieda.  If you can't find anything for her to wear, she can stay naked,
but I'm looking for basically this standard."  He waved at Momma.

	So we headed upstairs.  Dressing me was easy; we already knew what
Jack wanted me to wear.  But Frieda and I are NOT the same size or shape and
it was an immediate problem, since all I had was the stuff we'd bought
earlier in the day.  Frieda thought it was great fun, of course, but I was
unhappy; anything I had would look like a tent on her and make Momma and I
look like elephants!  All I had that looked halfway decent was a translucent
cover-up designed to be worn with something else translucent, which would
then be opaque in combination.  It looked like a circus tent on Frieda, but
it was the best I could do, so we headed downstairs.

	That didn't last long; Frieda being Frieda, she worked the thing
around and stuck her boobs out the armholes!  That triggered another round of
embarrassment; Jack gave up and had Frieda get out of the thing, then turned
to me and told me to get out of mine!  I was horrified!  "Jack!  That's my
DADDY!"

	Jack didn't correct me -- DADDY did!  "Beth!" he snapped, "Do as
you're told, Young Lady!"  I couldn't believe what I was hearing -- and Momma
couldn't, either!  But there was no question that I was expected to do it, so
I did -- and no sooner was it off than Daddy turned to Momma and said,
"Vera..." in a tone of voice that made it VERY clear what he wanted!  Momma
gave him a look, but Daddy wasn't taking any crap and he had Jack there to
back him up, so she did as she was told.  Jack motioned Frieda and I to sit
on the arms of his chair and Momma settled against Daddy -- who reached up
and started playing with her boobie, right there in front of all of us!  I
was freaking a little when Jack, as calm as you please, turned to Daddy and
said, "So, what's on television?"

	After that, it was a game, I think -- or maybe a training session.
Daddy and Jack could get away with murder -- and they acted like they did,
all the time!  Jack would pull one of us into his lap to kiss and fondle and
embarrass -- except, of course, Frieda REFUSED to be embarrassed -- then he
would trade off and mess with the other one.  While I was on Jack's lap, I
was pretty much occupied, but when Frieda was, I was at loose ends -- which
meant I spent time watching Daddy molest Momma.  Both Daddy and Jack
pretended that their primary occupation was watching TV, but the rest of us
didn't; Momma tended to be looking back when I would look her way.  It was
strange...  I mean, okay, Momma and Daddy had a sex life -- I'm living proof,
and I'm one of four, after all -- but you tend to think of your parents as
asexual, like they'd performed their function when you were born and it was
all over.  Parents -- Momma, anyway -- tended to reinforce this.  But there I
sat, watching Daddy fondle Momma -- and Momma looked back, and despite trying
not to, she got visibly hot and bothered!  Daddy pulled her across his lap
and I saw his hand lift Momma's thigh, and I watched his fingers as he
started rubbing her pussy -- and Momma blushed almost purple, but she started
rubbing Daddy's zipper and her nostrils flared and she started breathing
hard...  It was HOT!

	Frieda was shameless; she wanted Jack's cock in her in the worst way
-- I could hear her begging him for it in whispers.  Jack would chuckle and
kept on teasing her.  When he got her white-hot, he put her back on the chair
arm and dragged me down...

	I can't tell you what we did, exactly; we just seemed to merge.  I
would want something to be touched and Jack's hand would be there -- he
seemed to have seven or eight.  I kissed everything I could find; I couldn't
get enough of his smell or his taste or the texture of his skin and the flow
of his muscles.  I got soaking wet and could smell my own arousal -- and
Frieda's -- and Momma's, too!  About the time I thought I was going to die
from the urgency and arousal, Jack pushed me out of his lap and said, "Time
to go upstairs, I think..."

	Frieda went, "Yeah, Baby!" and started tugging one of his hands; I
found that I had the other and I started tugging too!  Jack fought us enough
to stop and say, "Good night, sir," to Daddy, then he allowed us to drag him
upstairs.

	Frieda squatted like a frog and started working on Jack's shoes
before I even got the bedroom door closed; Jack just chuckled and cooperated.
We got him out of his clothes, and he took charge, arranging us on our hands
and knees side by side on the bed.  He rubbed our pussies for a few moments,
but I was soaked and Frieda was making squishy noises, so it didn't last
long...

	Frieda got it first; I didn't see it going in, but I saw the look on
her face.  Apparently, her hymen wasn't a problem at all, because she didn't
even flinch -- but her eyes got HUGE!  Well, I'd been there, recently...
Jack stuck his thumb in my vagina and rubbed my love button with his fingers
while he pumped in and out of Frieda, who was LOUD about telling us how it
felt, "Omigawd!  Fuck!  FUCK!  JEEZUS!  YES!  YES!"  She threw herself back
at Jack energetically; obviously, she wasn't hurting any!

	She didn't last long, either!  In no time, she threw her head back
and screamed "AAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" and went nuts, hammering herself back
at Jack, and then she collapsed, moaning.  Jack pulled his thumb out of me
and I was about to protest when he replaced it with something bigger and
softer and a LOT longer...  Jack didn't go nuts on me the way he did on
Frieda; instead, he took his time, setting a nice, easy pace and caressing my
sides and kissing me in the middle of the back.  We weren't galloping
anywhere -- or maybe we were -- but it was a lope, not the Kentucky Derby.
It was beautiful; going faster would have damped things, but Jack had things
tuned so that I could feel every vein and ridge on his sweet shaft as it slid
into my depths.  My puss did its job, too, clutching him as he made to
withdraw so that we both got every sensation.

	I don't think I lasted as long as Frieda did before the stars came
out.  When I came back to Earth, someone was pushing my hair out of my face
and caressing my cheek -- and Jack was still moving in me.  I opened my eyes
and discovered Frieda there, grinning from ear to ear, her eyes shining,
"Sweetie, that was SOOO HOT!!  Omigawd!"  Then she leaned in to kiss me.  I
was in no condition to argue, so I let it happen; Jack didn't seem to mind,
anyway, since he chuckled and continued to caress my back and sides with one
hand while controlling my hips with the other, alternating them from time to
time.  Frieda reached under me and started pinching and rolling my nipple and
it wasn't very long before I surged over the peak again!

	After that, Jack stepped things up some -- and Frieda stepped things
up, too, sliding under me to suck my right nipple while playing with my left.
Her position put one of her nipples in reach, so I started sucking it, too.
Then Jack started panting and blowing and pounding me hard and his cock
pulsed and I felt the flood splash on my cervix -- and sparks flew everywhere
as my puss clenched and pulsed and I lost ALL control...

	I think I screamed.  I KNOW I passed out...

	I drifted back to consciousness lying on my side with Jack pressed
against my back.  Frieda was mumbling, "Jeez, Jack!  How big are your balls,
anyway?  Beth's whole pussy is white!"

	Jack snorted, "Get your head out of her crotch and come up here and
join the sandwich -- it's time to go to sleep!"

	"Front or back?" Frieda asked.

	"Pick a spot."

	"Next time, I get the middle," Frieda grunted as she spooned up in
front of me.

	"If I let you," Jack retorted -- but he reached out and collected one
of her boobs and she backed in tight against me and giggled.  I wrapped an
arm around her at belly level and she covered my hand with hers; I was too
wasted to even think about talking, but Frieda murmured, "Thanks, Sweetie."

	Just as I was drifting off, there was a distant wail of "OMIGAWD!
FUCK!! FUCK!!"  Daddy must have found Momma's hot button...  Frieda snorted
and giggled and Jack chuckled, but I was too comfortable and too lethargic; I
just drifted on out.

Frieda:

	Beth snores a little.  Okay, this wasn't big news -- I'd shared a bed
with her before.  And, yeah, okay, my tongue knew its way around her twat,
and vice-versa.  She'd almost gotten wrapped around the axle when I started
kissing her and playing with her hooters, but a look at Jack said he was
open-minded -- and she was too far gone to do anything but enjoy it during
her fuck, anyway.  Man, that was shit hot!  But she was out like a light in
like, ten seconds, and making rumbles in my ear -- and Jack was squeezing my
left hooter...  "Ummm, Jack, Sweetheart -- you don't think...?" I murmured.

	"You aren't sore?" Jack queried.  "We went at it like we were killing
rats..."

	"No, Sweetie, I'm fine -- and thank you for a kickass cherry-busting
party! -- but it was kinda short, you know?"  Jack had been GREAT!  Once upon
a time, I'd had a LOT of anal sex and learned to enjoy it thoroughly, but
having a cock in the socket it was designed for was new and different -- and
better!  Of course, it had been so long since I'd had one ANYWHERE that it
was all a distant memory, more or less, but I'd had a lot of orgasms in my
time, one way or another, and the one Jack had given me had been the bomb!
I'd gone totally nuts on his dork and damn near passed out when I popped --
but then he was gone and doing Beth...

	"Some of us have to work for a living," Jack grumbled -- but his
heart wasn't in it.  "I don't want to disturb Beth, either -- but I think we
should talk..."

	"Downstairs?" I offered.

	"Yeah.  Be careful."  Jack waited until I'd wormed out of Beth's grip
before backing away from her ass.

	I stood there, naked, with cum rolling down my left leg.  "Like
this?"

	"Go get a washrag, but, yeah, like that," Jack nodded.  He pulled on
his underwear, but we both knew I didn't rate -- and why.  I padded off to
the bathroom for that washrag and wiped the excess from his semen deposit off
my twat, then rinsed it and took it downstairs with me for the second round.

	But it wasn't gonna be that simple; duh, I should have known better.
When I got downstairs, Jack was sitting on the couch.  He pulled me into his
lap and started absently farting around with my right hooter, but said, "So
tell me about Ray's..."

	I wanted to play dumb, but I stiffened.  Trying to ride it out, I
asked innocently, "What about it?"

	"Come on, Frieda," Jack chided, "the ribs aren't THAT good.  You went
there looking for something -- and I think I know what that something was..."

	I sighed and hung my head.  "Troy and Tony were supposed to notice us
about six months ago, I think."

	Jack grunted.  "You didn't have all the game pieces."

	"No, I guess not," I agreed, "but I didn't know that."

	"Tell me," Jack said softly.

	I sighed.  "The night they did that girl was the first time I'd been
in.  I sat there and the sounds were... so familiar..."  Jack didn't say
anything, so after a moment, I staggered on, "It took me back -- she was
acting a little balky and whiney but she wasn't going anywhere, and they were
all, 'You like this, don't you?  Come on, admit it.  You might as well hang
with us, anyway, your boyfriend just walked out and left you...'  I guess I
should have put it together then, but I didn't.  They get off on making the
guy back down and abandon his date, don't they?"

	Jack nodded.  "Uh huh.  They ignored you until you had a date to run
off; it's all part of the way they get their jollies.  They humiliate the guy
and isolate the girl, then act like they're taking her in because she's been
abandoned -- and make her think it is her own fault..."  He cuddled me for a
minute.  "So how was it familiar?"

	I sighed, gathering myself.  "It was like an evening with Stepdaddy
and Uncle Bart.  Early on, Uncle Bart was just cool; he was laid off and
Mommy and Stepdaddy needed a babysitter, so he did it.  We got on like
gangbusters, playing and wrestling and doing slap and tickle.  It was all
super clean for a while, but we slipped slowly down the slope.  It was little
stuff, and then it was a little more -- Uncle Bart never pressed, either -- I
didn't do anything I didn't want to and Uncle Bart never even asked.  We got
into him diddling my clit and rubbing my twat, then we moved on to him
licking me out -- I got my first cum from Uncle Bart.  Sucking his dick was
my idea, you know?  Even now, if you ask me if he manipulated me, I don't
think I can honestly answer yes..."

	I paused for a second, remembering.  "Stepdaddy was another matter."
Then I shut up again.

	After a minute, Jack nudged me.  "I still haven't heard..."

	"Yeah.  Sorry.  I was... remembering."  Uncle Bart was the fun
part...  "I did something stupid one day, and Stepdaddy caught us.  I was
never an asset to Stepdaddy, you know?  I cost money...  He pried what we
were doing out of Uncle Bart and from then on, that was what made me a paying
proposition with Stepdaddy -- but he wasn't EVEN nice about it.  He was
brutal and demanding and abusive; I was a cunt, slut, twat, whore -- you get
the idea.  Sex with Uncle Bart was fun -- but sex with Stepdaddy sucked, so
Uncle Bart had to spend time with me, rationalizing and cajoling and making
the ugly things Stepdaddy did right.  When blowjobs weren't enough, it was
Uncle Bart who said I owed Stepdaddy and talked about what a brave girl I was
and how much he and Stepdaddy valued me while Stepdaddy shoved his cock up my
poop chute and called me a slut..."

	I sighed.  "That's what I remembered; being unhappy and whining and
petulant while Uncle Bart explained patiently that I needed to be loyal to
Stepdaddy and do what he said -- and I liked it, anyway, didn't I?  Sure I
did!  And the bad part was that I did, too -- with Uncle Bart, who was
considerate and gentle and didn't call me nasty names...  That was what was
familiar."  I looked up at Jack through tear-blurred eyes.  "Have you ever
done something stupid, or risky, or a little dangerous -- or maybe even just
downright wrong -- but you did it anyway because you felt... compelled?
Driven, maybe?  What Troy and Tony did to that girl -- that was sex, for me,
you know?  The whole enchilada.  I had this yearning...  It was ugly and
degrading and humiliating and I wanted it, BAD!"

	Jack cuddled me for a moment, and then said, "So you went back.  But
you took Beth..."

	I couldn't look at him.  THIS was my biggest shame!  "Yes..." I
admitted it.  "I wanted Beth with me.  Beth is... weak... biddable.  Troy and
Tony would have rolled right over her, especially with me there to help.
They'd have coddled her and worked on her and rationalized what they were
doing to her and they'd have been sweetly reasonable -- and they'd have
fucked her and made her suck their cocks, and when it was all over, she'd
have known sex the way I know sex..."  I shook my head.  "That's messed up, I
know -- but in a way, we would have been closer, you know?  Sisters...  She
would know what I was and she would have been there, and we could go out
together and get as deep in the muck as it took to find someone -- probably
someone bad -- who would stoop to fuck us..."

	"You would have betrayed her," Jack said quietly.

	I rolled myself up in a ball.  "I know.  Every time we went there, I
hoped it would happen -- and every time we came away whole, I thanked God I
hadn't had to do it.  But I couldn't stop, you know?  I never wanted to hurt
her, but she wasn't gonna GET sex any other way -- and it's the only way I
know how!  I needed it so bad -- it was easy to rationalize it, easy to say
to myself that I was doing her a favor..."  After that, I couldn't talk; it
reached up and slapped me in the face and I cried and cried...  Jack was done
with me -- and he would forbid Beth to even TALK to me -- and they would be
gone on Saturday...

	But Jack just rubbed my back and tucked me against him and let me
drip huge puddles of tears on his hairy chest.  After a while, I was cried
out; I still couldn't look at him, but I unclenched some.  Jack lay back on
the couch and pulled me atop him and I tucked my wet face in his neck...  And
we both went to sleep.

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Vera:

	That Wednesday evening seemed like my worst nightmare, especially at
the beginning.  Ollie wouldn't talk to me about his plans for a second
concubine, but his face told me that he had them.  I was going to have to
suck it up...

	He made me stay in the black babydoll -- without panties.  I prayed
that no one would come home, but they did, of course -- and they brought
little Frieda with them!  It seemed like they set up a round-robin schedule
to humiliate me -- first Oliver wouldn't let me wear anything decent, then
Frieda had to comment on it, then Jack had to tell her I wasn't even Oliver's
wife any more...  Then it was "Don't hide yourself!" and "If she put her
hands behind her back..."  God, it went on and on!  And Frieda didn't help a
bit!  She INSISTED upon going naked -- which meant Beth had to -- which meant
I had to, too!

	The boys sat there in the living room, Ollie on the couch and Jack in
the chair, pretending that nothing out of the ordinary was going on while
they fondled us, bringing home the point that the Confederacy was a man's
world, and women were their play toys...

	Jack dictated 'bedtime' -- and Ollie let him.  The girls were
somewhat embarrassing about it -- both in a hurry, tugging Jack toward the
stairs.  When they reached the top, Ollie gave me a little push and a nod of
the head, dictating our departure from the living room also.  It was another
'I'm the boss now' announcement -- another go at rubbing my nose in my
stupidity.  Theoretically, I don't think I had a choice, but if I said I
didn't want to go...  Well, what?  Ollie would leave me?  There was something
lacking in THAT solution...  I collected the shreds of my pride and headed up
the stairs toward our bedroom.

	Once there, we started out slowly.  The kids were making some noise,
and I have to admit that it contributed to my arousal.  Ollie didn't offer
oral sex -- but he fingered me and sucked my nipples and we'd already gotten
off to a decent start downstairs, so I was wet and receptive.

	Then he rolled me up on my hands and knees to take me doggie.  We
don't DO doggie -- I don't like it.  It's about being used -- you don't face
each other and you fuck like, well, dogs.  But what I wanted wasn't on the
menu -- and might not be for some time...  Ollie knew he was killing it for
me, so he bent over and whispered, "Masturbate," as he entered me.  Normally,
I wouldn't be caught dead doing THAT, either, but I was a little pissed, and
in my mind if I had to masturbate to get off, Ollie wasn't doing his job --
something that I, at some point, would be able to confront him with.

	I know -- I didn't get it.  I'd had my nose rubbed in the fact that
it was all about him all night -- and nothing had stuck.

	What I didn't know was that Ollie had something up his sleeve -- and
he waited until we were going good to spring it.  I was starting to get a
buzz despite myself when Ollie slid his thumb along the crack of my ass to my
bud and started rubbing it.

	Now, we don't do anal, either -- it's just... nasty!  But we were
going to do ALL the things we didn't do in one act, apparently -- whether I
liked it or not!  The problem was, well, I was starting to like parts of it!

	Ollie didn't try to jam his thumb up my ass, he teased it -- and it
felt good.  Masturbation felt good -- especially with his cock sliding in and
out of me.  "You don't like this, I imagine," he puffed -- and then he gave
my ass a little smack!  Oh, it wasn't serious -- just a surprise -- but I
clenched up, and things got better.  I put my head on the forearm of the hand
I was using to support me and watched him -- and he telegraphed another swat
and I clenched up and he grinned at me.  He did it several times -- and
either I flinched, or he swatted me.  When I relaxed, I realized that I was
relaxing everywhere; my asshole was gaping open to accept his thumb and he
was rubbing the inner surface of the ring with it!  Then he would swat me --
or I would just flinch -- and my ring would clamp on his thumb...  My thighs
started shaking, and I suddenly realized that Ollie was going to get what he
wanted -- and I was going to get what I wanted, too!  My stomach started to
quake and Ollie rubbed my ass and I tightened up, clamping around his thumb
to the first knuckle -- and lightning flashed and thunder roared and I know I
screamed SOMETHING...

	I was already past the peak when Ollie started splashing spunk in my
tunnel -- but that was okay, I could actually feel it better.  Ollie pushed
me over on my side and stuck his gooey cock into the crack of my ass and
said, "See?  You can do these things.  You even enjoy them..."

	I wanted to argue, but knew it was a total waste of time; my body had
betrayed me.  From here on out, we would do sex Ollie's way -- whatever way
Ollie's way happened to be that night.  It just wasn't worth ruining the
afterglow of a seriously good orgasm...  We'd had two week's worth of sex in
a single day -- and I'd enjoyed it immensely, and we were DEFINITELY out of
our rut, so maybe -- just maybe -- it was all worth it.

	Ollie went to sleep then, undoubtedly pleased with himself.  I waited
until he was snoring softly and then got up and went to the bathroom to pee
and drain his excess goo from my vagina.  As I came out of the bathroom, I
heard something, so I tiptoed up the hall.  Beth was in bed alone, sleeping
every bit as soundly as her father.  The noise was louder, though, so I
followed it to the stairs and halfway down them before I had a vantage point
that let me see the couch.

	Frieda was crying.  There was no guessing why, but she was emitting
heart-rending sobs while Jack held her.  Somehow I doubted he'd hurt her at
all, she was clinging to him; whatever the problem was, it was probably
external to what they were doing.  Jack was comforting Frieda over something;
had he decided not to take her?  Was she bemoaning the loss of her virginity?
No, not that last, anyway -- I was certain she had been happy to part with
her maidenhead.  Something else, then; maybe it would come out.  In the
meantime, I vowed to attempt to ensure that the pair of them returned to
Beth's bed, at some point...

	The opportunity came at about two-thirty when Ollie got up to pee,
awakening me.  I went to the stairwell, and sure enough, they were crashed on
the couch.  Tiptoeing downstairs, I touched Jack on the shoulder -- but I
think he was awake before I got to him.  "You should go back upstairs," I
whispered.

	"Yeah."  Jack basically rolled Frieda into a ball and sat up, then
picked her up.  It was impressive, actually -- he didn't look like he could
do that.  I turned toward the stairs and asked him as we headed up, "What
happened?"

	"We were exorcising some demons from her past," Jack whispered back.
"Little Frieda isn't as simple a character as she seems."  I have to admit --
I had never seen any evidence that Frieda had any depth to her at all...
Maybe I wasn't looking; she was just Beth's little friend.  Come to think of
it, there HAD been that wake up call she gave me the night before...  I
helped Jack settle her behind Beth in bed; Jack thanked me in a whisper and
spooned up behind her.

	I went back to bed, backed up against Ollie, and took one of his
hands and deliberately ran it up under that black nightie and put it on my
left tit.  We don't do that, either -- cuddle up tight and spoon -- probably
because we've been married too long.  But I needed the cuddle; I needed his
touch and the sense of security it conveyed.  Ollie came through, too; sound
asleep, he still cupped and squeezed my tit and his cock stiffened against my
ass.  It was a validation -- a badly needed one.

	I couldn't get back to sleep right away, so I pondered the events of
the day I lost my freedom.  While things were happening, I felt chagrined,
embarrassed, humiliated, powerless, used and abused.  Looking back over the
day, though, I wondered if I wasn't overreacting.  I'd been made to wander
around naked in public -- but how public is your living room?  How horrible
is being fondled when it's by your husband and the other two women present
were also naked and being fondled?  The sex hadn't gone my way or been under
my control -- and despite that lack of any control on my part, despite
Ollie's seeming indifference and the advantage he took of his control, the
sex had been really, REALLY good!  Taken objectively, Ollie's tactics in
pursuing his sudden ascendancy had gotten us out of a rut!

	Of course, that line of thought backed into the OTHER problem; I no
longer had a grip on Ollie.  And he was going to be bringing another woman
into our relationship -- a situation that, well, scared me to death, frankly!
I was no longer a wife; I was property -- DISPOSABLE property.  I had no
legal protections; our relationship was now at will -- OLLIE's will.  Ollie
was comfortable with me -- comfortable with our old, lost relationship.
Could I hold it together in the face of the changed situation and the pending
threats?  I didn't know -- and it scared me badly!  I needed that hand --
that and the stiff evidence of Ollie's continued interest in me that pressed
against my ass; it was a comfort and an anchor in an uncertain time.  It took
me nearly two hours to fall asleep...