The Missile 5
Copyright© 2026 by Zen Master
Chapter 9: Cross-Country Navigating
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 9: Cross-Country Navigating - The fifth in a continuing series about how the Missile came to be the man we all know.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa GameLit
I told Nell that, too, when she picked me up for school. After I put my stuff in the back seat and got in the front, I leaned over and gave her a kiss. “I would have slept a lot better if I could have held you all night.”
“I would have liked it, too. Cindy would have complained, though, if I came back and stayed over here last night.”
“Yeah, she’s always complaining about something. Still, thank you for a wonderful weekend. I had to tell my mother that as far as I’m concerned I’m married to both of you now. The two of you are my life. And, I may need her to keep me reined in when I start to go crazy with power. I think that should be your job, but you may not be able to do that.”
“Well, I told you that I can’t say ‘no’ to anything you want, but maybe I can try to convince you that perhaps something may not need to be done that particular way.”
“Yeah. We need some code words or phrases that only you and I and Cindy know, that sound fine but really mean ‘Pull your head out, boy. This isn’t the place for that!’”
“You know, I could just say that, but if we are in public you’ll have to get upset at me for saying it that way. It’s a good way to say it, though.”
“We’ll work on it. Something that sounds innocent, like you’re agreeing with me, that I will recognize as an adult I trust telling me that I really shouldn’t do that, whatever it is.”
“We’ll come up with something. Um, does your mother know about this concern?”
“Yes. I told her. Sorta. I told her I may occasionally need guidance. Although ... if you don’t have anything more important, you might go back to our house and see if she wants to talk. You know more about this than I do.”
“I can do that.”
I did not hug or kiss Nell when I got out of the truck. All I could do was reach over and touch her hand and say “I love you!” before I got my stuff and walked away.
It was obvious, somehow. Some of the other kids knew just from looking at me that something had changed. I think that three different kids asked me “Are you okay? You’re different somehow.”
Eventually I realized I’d have to say something. What I came up with was “Well, I had to go to Birmingham this weekend, and I had some trouble. I’m not dead and I’m not even in the hospital or in jail, but I got a good scare. If things had gone wrong I could have died. It’s all good, though. I don’t even think there’s gonna be a police report about it.”
There, why I may seem distracted all explained without actually saying anything. The next time I had a couple of minutes I sent my complaint that apparently I had a sign written on my forehead that I was different somehow along with my ‘explanation’, to Cindy and Nell so they’d know what I was telling people. I got a “That sounds good!” from Nell and then later a smiley-face from Cindy.
I spent the whole hour of study hall in the library on my laptop and my phone, working on ALPRA stuff. The “I’ll be there” and “What about...?” emails for this weekend’s training session were beginning to come in en masse now. I had to change the wording on some of my standard responses, but they still saved a lot of time. Having gone through this once before helped a lot, too. What was that saying? “Knowing what you’re doing almost always makes doing it easier.”
I hadn’t gotten replies yet from all the current auction winners, but I’d gotten six. The guy who got one of the ‘coon paws also got one of the centipede legs, and he hadn’t replied to either email. How long did I have to wait for him? I wanted us to not have to pay for separate trips to deliver them.
What did PortalControl’s rules say? Oh, the seller had five days to attempt to contact the buyer, and the buyer had ten days to respond after the seller’s attempt. We’d be done with ANOTHER set of auctions by then! Well then, the slowpokes could get their trophies delivered with the next auction’s trophies. That worked! Or, I could tell them they would be available at either ALPRA’s headquarters in Montgomery or their training facility in Birmingham, whenever they were ready.
Okay, Team Newbie’s auctions #5-8 and 9-12 had ended on 12/28. I’d sent out the ‘Congratulations’ emails the next day. The winners had ten days to respond, and that was up back on the 7th. Today was the 10th. I was behind on my duties. Or, I could say that I was just giving them some extra time. Which was against the rules, of course.
PC’s rules said that if a buyer failed to respond within ten days, I had the choice between invalidating the auction and setting it up again, or simply declaring it won by the immediate previous high bid, but I MUST choose immediately and inform PC. Well, I’d already had enough of this and I didn’t want to extend it farther so I contacted PC at the designated address and gave them all the info so they could revise their announcements with the ‘new’ winners. Unfortunately, once I had that info I had to email them and wait up to ten days for them to respond.
I also had to email all the winners and apologize for the delay. Of course I blamed the no-response guy. Those two no-responses? It was the one guy up in Cleveland who had won two auctions. His wife probably found out how much he had spent and hit him up side the head with a rolling pin.
Hopefully, the three guys who won the auctions for the centipede legs wouldn’t notice that their auctions weren’t linked by price and it was just my inattention that was making them wait. No, that was wrong. It wasn’t my inattention, it was the items’ requirement for storage inside a Hunter’s inventory. THAT was why I had to have all the winners’ locations and delivery needs before we could set up delivery. I felt a lot better after I realized that.
Meanwhile, PC wanted to know my view on the 4-part ‘Raccoon Paws’ auctions, since they were linked by purchase price. I didn’t see any confusion there. We would get a little less for #7, but the new price was still higher than #8 so the new winner still got to choose between the last two paws. If the new price had been lower than the final price for #8, then #8’s buyer would get to choose and the new #7 buyer would get the last one left.
Speaking of which, I set up another pair of four-part auctions. I set them both up on duplicate views of the website, and when I was done I pulled the trigger on them both as fast as I could. When I checked the listings, I had eight auctions with sequential IDs, four paws and four legs. They were all set to end at 3PM Central time on Sunday the 16th while we were in Birmingham.
I had just started reading Georgina’s reply about ALPRA’s databases when the bell rang ending study hall. I gathered up my stuff and ran for the pickup lot. Nell was going to carry me to freedom!
We went to that cleared lot by the propane place, of course. Nell had orders. We should ALWAYS go there, unless I told her no. While we were snuggling (topless!) Nell told me that she had gone back to my house after dropping me off at school this morning and talked to my mother. She had confirmed that Cindy and I were a married couple, whether we ever had a wedding or not.
Nell and I were married, too, but it probably wouldn’t go well if we ever admitted that publicly. When Cindy and I got a place together she would be moving in with us and we wouldn’t need two bedrooms. Both of my wives would be sleeping with me unless we had a sick child who needed to be held all night. And we’d probably take turns doing that, too.
My mom hadn’t been ‘best pleased’ but what was she going to do about it? Really, all she could do was try to keep us from corrupting Elaine. And laugh about what was going to happen when Cindy’s little sister Sally found out, of course.
That was gonna be a real mess. Unless she didn’t find out until she was in high school and already dating someone else. Mr. Jeffreys had grudgingly accepted me plowing Cindy’s field. He was probably relieved that I was plowing Nell’s field, too. Plowing Sally’s field? I didn’t think so.
We needed to get Sally a boyfriend. Unfortunately, Sally probably had inherited the family ... problem. Whoever got her in bed first was going to find himself the proud owner of a devoted slave. Unstable, sure, but devoted. Sally’s older sister, her mother, and her grandmother all had that happen to them. Grandmother Nell had been raped by a bastard when she was fifteen, and she’d been his devoted and obedient slave for the rest of her life until he died. Sally’s mother, growing up in that house, had realized the problem and had been able to arrange to be owned by a good man who took care of her.
Recently, she had supported Cindy’s campaign to trip me and fall under me first with her legs spread. And Cindy was gorgeous and sweet, if a little evil at times. The first time she’d given me head I’d sworn to take care of her the way she deserved, or die trying.
Well, Nell had jumped on that deal, too. She also needed a man in her life, and Mrs. Jeffreys didn’t want to share Mr. Jeffreys with her. Cindy would share me with her. Everyone who knew about it was happy Nell and I had each other.
However, Sally didn’t know about it yet. She had the itch, and she’d been trying to get me in her bed since the first time Cindy brought me home. Since Sally was still only thirteen, I’d calmly told her father that it wasn’t going to be me. If she found someone willing to scratch her itch, her mother could take her to the doctor and make sure there weren’t any children.
Meanwhile me and him could go help whoever it was have ... an accident. Nobody needed a thirteen-year-old sex slave. I mean, I’d have said that fifteen was too young, too, if I hadn’t found myself as Cindy’s owner.
I was only sixteen myself! What did I need a sex-slave for? Although, Cindy and Nell were far more than just that. Nell had fifty years of life and a whole lot of wisdom that us teenagers simply didn’t have yet. Cindy was a certified genius and someday was going to be a famous doctor or a rich inventor, if her parents could pay for college. Me? I was a good shortstop and a decent tight end. Neither of those translate directly into good husband, good father, or even good pay-earner.
As dangerous as those Dungeon World Portals were, they were a blessing to me. They were my best chance of earning enough money to support Cindy, Nell, and some kids someday. I just had to stay alive in there.
However, I was gonna hafta talk to Cindy and Nell some. What was the point of staying alive in the Portals, if I was gonna die in bed with them? I needed more vitamins, or they needed to back off some. It had only taken them two days in a hotel room to reduce me to an exhausted wreck.
I was still a teenager, and I still had that ‘get laid any time possible no matter the consequences’ mindset. That was gonna hafta go. They were both beautiful, willing, and eager. Time with either one was wonderful.
When they ganged up on me, though, I just couldn’t keep up. I’d had an incredible weekend, but I’d been useless on Sunday. What if there had been a problem they needed my help with? I know, that was the problem, but I mean a real problem, outside the bedroom. I wouldn’t have been able to do anything.
Maybe I should have had Cindy ‘Heal’ me. She’d offered, but I still had in the back of my mind that we’d offered to help at UAB’s hospital, if there was an emergency during some surgery. If someone was slipping away on the operating table and just a little boost would let the surgeons save them, Cindy should be available for that.
We’d have to try that sometime. If it put me back together ready to deal with the both of them, maybe I could wear THEM out. That would be awesome! When we lived together, that could be part of our morning routine. Cindy healed me so I could face the world, and then she went to the hospital and healed emergency cases. She could still do it twice, and in eight hours she could do it a third time.
Anyway, Nell gave me head there in the clearing while we were snuggling, and I gave her breasts the attention she loved. There wasn’t really enough room for me to give her head unless we moved to the back seat, and the truck was clearly visible from the street. Someone would see us moving around and it would just cause trouble.
I’d also walk into my house smelling like Nell. Mom was adamant that we hide our relationship from my sister. She was still only eleven, and she didn’t need a big brother that came home smelling like sex.
I wanted to please Nell, but Mom had a point. When Nell and I were out ‘running errands’, I got head but all I could do for Nell was snuggle, and then fondle and play and try to nurse. She loved that, and it was good enough for a quick fix. She’d wear me out when we had more time on the weekends. But ... that was when Cindy wanted to wear me out, too!
The bottom line was that, come Saturday, our team was going to enter a violet Portal up in Decatur and deal with some ‘River Rats’. Nell had gotten us a pair of hotel rooms for Friday night. That sounded great, but now I knew what happened when the two of them tag-teamed me. When we let our instincts take over, there wasn’t enough left of me to do anything the next day.
We couldn’t do that on Friday night. I needed to be at my best when we went in the Portal Saturday morning. I’d do what I could for the two of them, but wrecking me like that was gonna hafta wait until Saturday night.
Of course I explained all this in little pieces as I tried to nurse from Nell’s big fat floppy and sensitive WONDERFUL breasts. She was in no condition to argue with anything I said. It was all “Ohhh. Yes, Master. Oh, that’s good. Yes, Sam.” She’d get a chance to think things over later.
After Nell had blown my mind, and I’d nursed all her brains out, neither of us could think of anything we really needed to do while we were out ‘running errands’. So, she took me home. I was going to do my homework and keep plugging away at ALPRA stuff. She said she’d bring it up with Cindy. Yes, I’d do my best to please her Friday night. Yes, after I’d rested I’d do my best to please Nell, too. But that had to be it, once each. I had to be ready for the Portal in the morning. And it was killing me, as a sixteen-year-old boy, that I was telling two beautiful women “please not so much sex”.
I had to deal with all the emails about Sunday’s training. That was part of my job. I was getting PAID to do it. A lot of it was just sending acknowledgement emails to those who said they’d be there, and adding their names to the list of expected trainees for Mary on Sunday morning. A lot more of it was trying to answer all their questions. Some were reasonable, but I already had the cheat-sheet I’d developed the first time we did this. I had answers ready for most of the reasonable questions. I just had to change the date.
A lot of the questions were, well, I’d learned a word in English Literature that fit well there. “Inane”. It means ‘senseless, completely lacking in meaning’. It came to English from the Latin “inanis” which meant ‘empty or void’. A lot of those emails were completely void of intelligence.
I still had to be patient and polite and helpful. This was, for better or worse, my job. Twice a month I was supposed to get a paycheck, well, an automatic deposit, from Montgomery which was for half of what I’d earned the previous month. Whatever I earned this month, I’d get paid half of on the 15th and the other half on the last day of the month.
This was all still theoretical, of course. I hadn’t gotten hired until the last day of November. I wouldn’t see my first paycheck for what I’d done in December until the 15th of January, the day I was in the Violet up in Decatur. And, I hadn’t done that much in December. I wasn’t expecting a huge paycheck.
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