Chapter 42

FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 20th, 2047 –AFTER DROPPING OFF THE KARLSON SISTERS

Dewey wouldn’t stop talking about Brunna on the way home from the Karlson’s house. They were incredibly gracious and tried to pay me for the Pizza that I brought them. I wouldn’t accept the money. I got a chance to catch up with Helena, and it was fun watching Dewey try to make his move on Brunna. She seemed super gullible and naïve at times.

The thing is, Dewey is very intelligent. Still, he lacks common sense and can be gullible and naïve, too. They had that in common, and once he got on that wavelength with her, it seemed like they really hit it off.

Jim didn’t ask how my day had been. He seemed sullen and not particularly happy about my participation in the Program. Jim often seemed upset after work, so he may have been upset about something else.

I felt he knew I had just been railed at school, and I was freshly fucked. I felt he wanted details but he didn’t ask. I was worn out, and my daughter didn’t even make me go on a nude jog around the neighborhood because she knew that. That was very thoughtful of her.

I knew she hadn’t forgot we were supposed to run every night.

The next morning, I showed up to the little stage while my daughter sold tickets to have sex with me. It was surreal. I felt like I was up for auction, but I guess it was more like I was up for rent.

This time, even more students wanted to buy tickets because they had all heard about it. Even some teachers wanted to purchase tickets. Doctor Randy and Mr. Roquette bought tickets to fuck me. I was pretty sure Doctor Randy bought tickets from all of the Breeders in the Program.

Jen checked our asses by fisting them carefully and made sure that we had all taken our enemas in the morning. Anyone who left a brown stain on her wrist had to endure another one in front of the rest of us.

At the end of the school day, there were at least 250 more students there to watch and possibly win the raffle to have sex with one of the Breeders. The excitement was palpable. It felt like a pep rally. We were introduced, to cheers as people called out our names and made lewd remarks.

The lottery was drawn. I heard Dewey’s name called for Cookie.

I wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Mainly because he had hit it off so well with Brunna, and she was here to support her sister. She would most certainly know he fucked her because she could watch.

This time I was dripping wet and ready to go before it even began! It was all so organized and yet it felt sort of chaotic like a wild sex adventure. Julie smiled at me and said she was proud of me and told me not to be nervous.

The thing was, I was looking forward to getting taken and I didn’t want to admit that I wasn’t nervous at all – just ready to get railed.

This time, Hugo drew a much higher number than before and that meant he got to fuck me earlier. I realized that the men seemed to prize going first more than anything. However, by the time I hit the twelfth guy, I was so slippery and full of cum that the men shot their loads almost immediately because my pussy was exceptionally well lubricated.

Hugo got his nut inside me and even fucked me a little in the butt. I think he was shy about it. I wasn’t sure what the rule was about anal. I assumed that it was considered foreplay. No one told me he couldn’t fuck my ass. He even grabbed my hair in the back and yanked it with his fist. I felt like a little kitten as the teenage boy plowed my ass with his stiff cock.

Once again, I was left with my hair messed up, cum all over my body, sweaty, and with so much cum in my pussy. I waited in the Plow Pose just like the other girls at the end.

Brunna walked over to us and asked where Dewey was. “I heard his name called to fuck Ingrid, I mean Miss Cookie, and he did not show up. I thought he would enjoy it.”

“I think my brother thought you might be jealous if he did that,” Julie explained. Brunna seemed clueless as to why.

“Why would I mind? He can fuck anyone he wants,” Brunna asked.

“He likes YOU, though, so he probably thought you would think he isn’t into you.”

“Why would he pass up a chance to have my sister for me? I am a big fat girl. That’s silly. Is he still here? Maybe they will let him have a go with Ingrid. She’s ready to keep fucking.”

“So am I,” I admitted truthfully. I was ravenous for cock, and after having done so many exercises, I could take another twelve guys. I admitted that I could go happily go again. I probably seemed like a silly bimbo but I smiled and giggled when I said it.

“Piggy!” Julie admonished me with a grin. She was surprised by how obviously stimulated that I was and how open I was to getting fucked.

The Karlson sisters were in the car with us, but Dewey was nowhere to be seen when we go to the parking lot. I assumed that he had another ride home.

We found Dewey walking home along the side of the road. I had the Karlson sisters in the backseat. “Dewey, why did you walk?” I pulled up to him on the side of the road.

“I just felt like getting some fresh air,” Dewey explained as he kept walking.

“Dewey Garner, get in this car,” I insisted.

“You are not the boss of me while Julie is in charge,” Dewey insisted. The Karlson girls seemed really puzzled by Dewey’s defiance.

“Then I am telling you, Dewey. Don’t make me get out of this car and put you in it. If you don’t want to sit in the backseat, you can sit up front,” Julie took over and insisted that he join us.

Dewey stopped and turned around. “I didn’t know what else to do. I have the worst luck. I met a nice girl, only to find out I won a contest to have sex with her sister in front of her. I just left.”

The girls in the backseat laughed a little and opened the door for him.

“Dewey, I know Cookie sucked your cock at your house. Why are you so obsessed with sex? It’s just something fun to do,” Brunna shrugged. “You could fuck all of my sisters and my brother, and I would still be your friend.”

“I don’t want to be your FRIEND,” Dewey said angrily as he stood in the car door. “I want to be your BOYFRIEND.”

“Oh, really?” Brunna asked with the coy grin of a flattered teenage girl. I could tell she was toying with his emotions. I didn’t like that, but in my current role I felt I shouldn’t say anything about it. I was still his mom, but there were some things Dewey may have to find out for himself, even if it was a painful lesson.

The truth was that I also felt like given I had to obey my daughter, I wasn’t in a position to give advice any longer.

“If I say I will be your girlfriend, Does this mean we can’t fuck other people?”

“Generally,” Dewey admitted.

“No, I like to have sex, Dewey. I would like very much to fuck you, but I am probably not the girl for you if you are looking for mono, mono, monog, manog?”

“Monogamy?” Dewey finished her sentence for her. Brunna came across sounding unsophisticated and naïve but also very much in control of her own sexuality and that was a strange combination. I could tell that monogamy wasn’t for her – even if she couldn’t pronounce the word.

“Yes, maybe one day, but not at this time in my life, Dewey. Is that okay?”

“Yeah,” Dewey smiled and got in the car. He slid over and let her sit on his lap.

“Why don’t you ride naked?” she asked. Dewey slid his pants down, and I believe he fucked Brunna in the back of my car in front of her sisters or at least came inside of her.

All week, we repeated the same routine. Every day I got up, Julie gave me a double enema to start the day, and I released it. Then I made breakfast and picked the Karlson sisters up from school. Dewey and Brunna’s relationship continued to blossom. Dewey frequently rode nude, which seemed to amuse Brunna. However, he usually put his clothes on as soon as we reached the parking lot.

Then I’d sell tickets, fuck 12 boys and go home a hot mess and make dinner.

On Thursday, Dewey went out of the house completely naked, with only his shoes on. He didn’t bring any clothes with him. He just took a chance, and when Brunna got in the car, he started talking about what a pretty pony she was. She wore decorative ribbons in her hair for him.

Every day I was getting fucked at the end of the day, and every day was a thrill. I usually had sex with Hugo. As the boys grew increasingly bolder, many of them fucked me in the ass or stuck their dick in my mouth. I was never told to stop, and I assumed as long as they came inside of me that it was just foreplay.

It was all a bit of a blur, that week. My daughter didn’t let me rest like she has on Monday though. She took me jogging and made me do my exercises. Jim never asked, but I had a feeling he knew that I was getting plowed that week.

On Friday, I got fucked hard, and several of the boys came in my ass instead of my pussy. They did it intentionally. They also pulled my hair. They had no intention of impregnating me. I didn’t report them, though.

Over the weekend, Jim became distant and didn’t seem that interested in playing pop the coochie. It was time for me to mow the grass and trim the lawn again. I did that instead of addressing what I assumed was jealousy.

The following week at school, I felt more like a rockstar. Everyone seemed to know me now as Piggy, and having fucked approximately 60 students in five days, I was very familiar with them, and they were with me.

I felt a strange connection to the potential fathers of my baby. I couldn’t remember everyone that I had sex with, but they definitely remembered me. A lot of them seemed enamored with me, and wished they could have another crack at me.

It was nice being so in demand. The only downside was that I was still super horny all the time and all I had was my “randy”, the bowling pin and my fingers to satisfy myself.

On Monday, Doctor Randy examined us and determined that all of us were pregnant. It had begun. The five of us had buns in our ovens. I was so excited. We still couldn’t have sex until Wednesday because it had to be confirmed each day for three days.

Dewey was getting along splendidly with Brunna. I suspected he had fucked several of her sisters. Reese seemed to be hitting it off with Astrid. He wasn’t quite as close, but she frequently sat on his lap when he gave her rides, and I noticed he liked riding without his pants or underwear whenever she was in the car. I stopped giving my sons hand jobs, and they stopped playing with Julie and me for the most part. They still played Pop the Booty and gave us little requests around the house, but it was far more playful.

Dewey didn’t smell my butt again after that. I got the impression that Brunna liked butt stuff because they talked about it in the backseat a lot. I assumed that his fixation with that part of the body had transferred to her and that was a good thing.

I was also forming a friendship with Helena. She seemed to instinctively know her girls were wild sex fiends, but she acted like it was perfectly normal and never hit on me or indicated she was interested in sex with anyone but her husband.

The Pauzers were out of our lives. I hadn’t seen them around. My mom stayed in touch and told me that my brothers had a good laugh and didn’t believe I was in the Program until she showed them pictures of me at Benihana. “See you at Christmas,” she said before hanging up.

I was getting good at fisting my pussy and slipping my cunt on the 10-pin. I was surprised at how elastic it was if I worked at it. We continued working on the request booth. I was less afraid of the consequences of getting jizz on my face, and so I frequently ended up performing really nasty requests and not feeling ashamed of myself.

Hugo was still desperately in love with me. He even wrote me a love poem that I saved. Things ran pretty much routine from that point for the next three days. My daughter was in charge, but things were so low-key between us that she rarely had to tell me what to do any longer. I anticipated it and just did it.

WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 26th, 2047 –AFTER BEING CONFIRMED PREGNANT

I was elated that I was pregnant. I had been giving rides to the Karlson sisters, and I felt it would be impolite to suddenly stop. Reese and Dewey would probably have hated that as well. However, I wanted desperately to get home and give Jim the fuck of his life.

When I got home, Jim was not home. We waited for him until dinner got cold. I reheated it for the kids, drank my bottle, and waited some more. Jim finally came home around 11 pm. He was drunk and smelled of cheap perfume.

“Where were you?” I asked.

“Working late,” he lied.

“Jim, why are you being like this?”

“You fucked sixty men, Brittany. How am I supposed to compete with that?” he complained.

I smiled at him, grabbed him by his shirt, pulled him into his room, and had my way with him. He didn’t last long with me on top, but he sure did like it. I told him I could do that for him anytime now and that I loved him.

“I am so glad you supported me in this decision, Jim. I know you fucked Darla and Staci. You know I fucked a bunch of guys. It’s just sex. What matters is our commitment to one another. My mom fucks all sorts of guys, but she loves my Dad.”

“Is that what I am now? A cuckold? You want to shrink my pee-pee?” Jim was still half-drunk, so he could be argumentative when he had a few.

“No,” I kissed my husband passionately. I could taste the Budweiser on his breath. I didn’t care. “I just mean they don’t let that define their relationship. You knew about what I had to do. Okay?”

Jim agreed, and I fell asleep in his arms, even though I was supposed to return to Julie. Julie spanked me in the morning for it, but it wasn’t that bad. The boys watched and giggled, and so did Jim.

I wasn’t made to apologize or even count out loud. I was respectful and told Julie that I would try to do better.

“Don’t try, DO better, Piggy.”

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 26th, 2047 –TIFFANY AND CR STAY AT OUR HOUSE

Thursday was another Exchange night, and tonight, we were expected to host Tiffany and her mother, CR (Karen).

Tiffany and Julie were no longer pretending to be friends. Tiffany probably considered Julie sitting with the Karlsons some sort of betrayal. There was some bad blood between them, but they kept things cordial at school. It was the kind of catty politeness where they gave each other the cold shoulder.

Tiffany and CR arrived promptly at our house at the time they were supposed to be there. CR was being walked on all fours like a dog with a much longer leash. She had a black latex plug shaped like a curved dog tail sticking out of her asshole and dog ears on. Her pretty nose was painted brown (I hoped it was paint), and she panted like a doggy when she arrived.

Dewey and Reese found it incredibly amusing.

I greeted them at the door. They didn’t greet me back. They entered our house and began to look around as if judging everything and finding it to be of low quality. Even though CR was on the floor and should have been humiliated, she sniffed my house as if she smelled dog poop and didn’t like it.

“Look, I know you and Julie don’t get along, but as guests in our house, can we just be friends and get along?” I asked.

“I can’t believe how lazy Julie has been with your training, Piggy. Your house is a filthy pig pen. It smells like pig shit in here. Then you walk up to me without even a shred of respect and presume to know my relationship with your daughter and tell me how to behave in your house?”

CR rolled her eyes in disgust.

Julie walked over and told Tiffany that she didn’t have any right to speak to me like that. “If you have a problem with how I train my mom, you can discuss it with me,” she said. I didn’t want Julie to fight my battle, but I also didn’t want to get in between their spat.

Reese made popcorn in the microwave. He joked that he’d rather watch us argue than watch TV.

“Reese, butt out of it,” Julie insisted.

“When we started this, you said you would take it seriously, but just like Jessica and Gretchen, you have let your mom run wild. I am the only one who did it right.”

“I am not going to whip my mom’s ass constantly and walk her like a dog 24/7, Tiffany. I never said I would do that.”

“You knew that discipline was involved, and I don’t walk CR like a dog 24/7. You don’t do it at all.”

“I don’t have to. Piggy is well-behaved, and she came in second place. That’s pretty good.”

“There are only five Breeders, Jen, and if you aren’t in first place, you are in last place,” Tiffany insisted. Her mother nodded slowly.

“What I am doing is working for me, Tiffany. Are you going to come over here and criticize me all night? Or can we be civil?” Julie offered her former friend an olive branch.

“I don’t even know the rules here,” Tiffany complained.

“We don’t really need rules. Whatever you would do at school, you can do it here. It’s not that complicated, Tiffany,” Julie explained.

“Can I string CR up by her tits? Can I walk her outside to take a dump? Can I give her an enema in the kitchen? At James’s house, we freaked his mother and little brothers out. Is your dad cool with it? Is Dewey and Reese cool?”

“Do you never give your mom a break?” Julie felt sorry for Karen.

“Why would I? She wouldn’t give me a break if the shoe was on the other foot?”

“No, I would not,” CR admitted. Her eyes seethed with a sort of anger. She was an arrogant, haughty rich bitch when I first met her. She seemed bored then, and she looked a little bored now. It was as if our house was beneath her, and she was ready to move on to something else.

“You can do whatever you need to do here, Tiffany, as long as you don’t wreck the place or set it on fire. We are much more laid back here. The biggest thing we do is play tie-up games at night and let my dad and brothers spank our butts, and even that we haven’t really been doing lately.”