Chapter 5

Alice barely heard the chime that signaled supper in a half hour. Sluggishly she opened her eyes. She was embarrassed to realize the dildo still in her moist twat. Slowly and a bit reluctantly -- it did feel good -- she removed it. How could she have gotten so horny as to fuck herself into a stupor? She was vaguely aware of an excitement but not the overpowering arousal that had sent her to her bed to seek release from a sex toy. Her head clearing, Alice opened her suitcase to find something to put on. She regretted her choice in the clothes she packed; most of them seemed to conservative for the informal atmosphere of the Bed &Breakfast. Her eye fell on a short summer frock. She smiled as she picked it up.

Alice couldn't believe all the food she had eaten. True, she had only had a half tuna sandwich and diet coke for lunch. But did that explain her putting down three pieces of fried chicken, a plate of black-eye peas with cornbread, a helping of turnip greens, and two ears of corn dripping with butter? Plus she washed it down with huge glasses of the local buttermilk. On top of that she had said yes to an enormous slice of pecan pie with ice cream on top. She had been ravenous, but part of the explanation was trying to stay busy and avoid embarrassed stares at the goings on around her.

Clem sat at the head of the table like a minor prince flanked by Jennie and Annie on either side. Farther away, the Prentice sisters (as Alice had learned who the two blond girls were) sat next to their new "aunts." The big boy said little, basking in the rapt adoration of four women for the man who had given each the baby she was carrying. Jennie and Annie were like schoolgirls on a date, giggling and whispering things to in Clem's ear, clearly vying for his attention. Occasionally Alice noticed one of the sisters close her eyes and purse her lips in a way that told Alice the boy had just fingered her to orgasm. And the aunties, in turn, were keeping the girls at their sides happy with a finger or two where a horny pregnant teen needs it most. The smell of sex was unmistakable.

"I guess it's the healthy country air," Annie had explained when Alice expressed her concern about her appetite."

"But I'll explode if I keep eating like this! How do you manage?"

"Oh we don't worry about THAT!" Jennie laughed. Men her like their girls on the chubby side, even when they don't have us eating for two."

Alice could not keep from noticing the change in the two sisters. While "dried up" was perhaps unkind, back in the city both women had been quite thin, especially upstairs. Alice supposed it was the pregnancies, but each woman now must wear at least a D cup. Their hips had become wider and more womanly as well. Both were radiant with health.

"With all the walking up and down the hills around here, you won't have any trouble keeping your figure at least you won't get fat from overeating, right Clem darling?" Annie replied.

Alice could see him reach over and put his large hand on Annie's new bulge. "You's got the kinnda figger Ah likes, Miz Annie," he said. Noticing a flicker of hurt in her eyes, Clem diplomatically patted Jennie's smaller belly and added, "Yore's, too, Miz Jennie." Alice would have sworn the two women orgasmed slightly at his expression of approval.

When her eyed uncrossed, Annie looked to her two "nieces." "Mary Lou and Angie Mae, could you hep Clem out back fer a spell; Your Aunt Jennie and me needs to talk to Miz Alice."

Hearing this backwoods diction come out of the mouth of a woman with two masters degrees astounded Alice. Clem beamed as the two girls jumped up and skipped over to their brother's chair. "Sure'uf, Aunt Annie, we'll help Clem REAL good."

"Now you be careful how you 'help' Clem," Annie joked. I don't want him geittin' you girls any more pregnant that you are already"

"What's wrong, Aunt Annie," one giggled. "You jealous 'cause Clem ain't give you twins yet like he done us?"

Alice rolled her eyes at these "McCoy-esque" attempts at humor as the two girls led Clem away, stroking the bulge in his pants. She was pretty sure he wouldn't have it much longer. Those two minxes would fuck the poor boy until he was a noodle. Now if SHE were taking care of hi... My god! What was she thinking?

"I suppose you want to talk, Alice," Annie said turning to her former boss who was watching Clem disappear with a hand under the dress of each of the girls.

"Huh? Oh,... talk... yes" Alice stuttered.

"Well, shall we go to the parlor? Jennie, honey, bring a bottle of 'Sprit d'Val and we'll have a nice girl to girl chat." Before she could react, Annie had taken Alice's arm and was leading her from the table. She still felt a bit slow and stuffed with food when Alice drew her down onto the sofa. Moments later Jennie was standing before her with a bottle and three glass of wine.

"We bottle it her from local grapes," Jennie announced cheerily. "It's really good."

Alice wasn't convinced, but took a glass for politeness. Jennie slipped in beside her, closer than Alice was used to.

"So, Alice, what do you need to know that wasn't in the reports I sent back?"

"Why, everything, Annie." Alice managed to reply, collecting her thoughts. "You told us WHAT was happening, but not why? Why do girls of 11 and 12 get pregnant? Why do women in their fifties and sixties start having babies again? Why do the teachers who come here... why did YOU give up a career to rusticate in this backwater? Do you have any explanation?" Alice's voice was rising in pitch.

"Calm down Alice, girl, we can explain everything. Take your wine; we have all night."

Jennie passed lifted her the glass and smiled. "To life?"

Annie raised her glass in agreement. "Yes, to new life."

Alice took as sip, but Annie and Jennie poured back as good slug. Alice had to admit the wine was good. She took another sip. The sisters sat on either side of her and smiled. "You knew I never married, never had had a boyfriend, didn't you?" Annie asked

Alice nodded.

"And you knew Jennie and I lived together, too? Did you think we were celibate?"

Alice's jaw dropped.

"We thought we didn't need men; we had each other," Jennie added, giving her older sister a squeeze. "We shared everything, including our bodies. I was as shocked and astounded as you when Annie told me she had met a man in Cutters Creek."

"Exactly, Annie!" Alice exclaimed. "You had a good job and a stable life, why give it up for this... BOY?"

"You say my life was stable, Alice? How about boring?" Annie replied "I was a single, middle age, sexually frustrated woman. My chances of marriage and children was less than of being struck by lightning. I found comfort in Jennie's arms, but even then, I knew something was missing. I was getting old, Alice. Now look at me! I feel years younger, and more of a woman than I've ever been. I'm nursing a beautiful baby daughter and have another baby on the way. After Catherine was born and Clem did this to me," Annie stopped, grinned, and patted her belly, "my waist measure had shrunk by two inches, but my hips and bust had expanded by four. I'm a damn sexy woman and I have a horny sixteen-year-old boy fucking my lights out every day to prove it."

"And he's got enough left over to keep me plenty satisfied, too," sighed Jennie.

"I get more sex in a day, Alice, than most women get in a month! When I go up to bed tonight, Clem will be there waiting for me. He may be asleep, but his cock won't be. When I pull back the covers to get in with him, my pussy will get wet just to see that hard young body and those delightful blond curls. Hell, my pussy's wet right now just thinking about him. Although it really isn't necessary, I'll give his half-hard cock a kiss to stiffen him up. I love the taste of that little drop of precum that's always on the time of that wonderful woman-pleaser. Then I'll lower myself onto him, feeling him fill me up, stretch me with his manhood. Even though those slutty Prentice sisters have had him filling their greedy little pussies for hours, Clem always has enough for me. I can fuck myself to orgasm after orgasm on his sweet cock and then he'll reward me with a blast of semen."

"Tomorrow morning I'll wake up with his head between my legs. He'll climax me at least twice before he craws on top of me and blasts me full of his thick delicious come. I'll still be leaking boy spunk at noon."

"You gave up everything, just for sex?" Alice asked incredulously.

"Just?" Annie smiled.

"I understand, Alice" Jennie interjected. "I asked almost the same thing. For a couple of weeks after she moved Clem in with us, I turned up my nose at my 'sex-crazed' big sister. I tried to ignore the cries of ecstasy every night coming from her room. I pretended not to notice my sister's happy, satisfied face every morning and the semen running down her leg. When I found out she was pregnant, I had a fit. I tried to confront her, then Clem. He had no idea why I wouldn't be overjoyed that my forty-year-old sister was going to have a baby with a high-school boy she wasn't married to. And looking at them, both so happy, I couldn't think of any reason not to be. A few days later I was in bed with Annie kissing my titties while Clem fucked me silly. We like to think he got me pregnant that first time se fucked."

Alice was terrified by these tales, but her flowing pussy reminded her that she was excited, as well. "I can't understand. It can't be!" she cried. "It makes no sense!"