Chapter 54

... Jeff put Little One on Whitney's chest as the blue beams came on.

He stood looking down at the girls for a while thinking about Diana and the others pushing for the girls to become his wives, his emotions pulling in different directions. Part of him wanted the girls to be his daughters; part of him thought they would be excellent wives. He was proud of them for bouncing back so quickly after Ingles, the foster home and the orphanage. They were intelligent, strong-willed, and ... beautiful. But when they kissed him or plopped down in his lap, it was difficult to keep from having an erection. He could vividly picture any one of them sitting on his cock and pushing a breast into his mouth to suck. But he tried to imagine himself walking down the aisle with one of them on his arm to give her away to her new husband. He didn't like that image one bit; the green-eyed monster reared its head and glared at him.

I have enough wives, he tried to reason with himself. I can't keep adding to the number. I can't do them all justice. Oh, thanks to Little One, I can fuck them, but I can't spend the time to talk to them, hold them, just be with them enough. Diana doesn't think it is a problem. Shit, I don't know what to think.

And then there is Kayla, he continued as he turned away from the bed and entered the sitting room, then went toward Kayla's bedroom. She claims she fell in love with me by watching videos of me from the helmet cams of my team, and from watching what I did from my own cam, as well. How in the hell could she fall in love with an image on the screen? But the time with her at the base was surely nice. And with her quick action with the stunner, she saved our initial confrontation with Ingles from going to shit. She felt good in my arms when the Healer was working on her, and I thoroughly enjoyed sucking her breasts in our bedroom a few minutes ago.

Diana says it's time to take her "into the fold," so I guess I should do what my wives want and make love to Kayla while I'm waiting for Little One to finish with the girls. Di also says that Kayla is already hooked, so I don't have to worry about my pheromones with her, but I'm not going to fuck her until our wedding night — assuming that she will marry me, which Diana says is already a slam dunk. Oh, well, time to lick some pussy, he mused as he quietly opened the door to Kayla's bedroom, expecting to have to wake her.

"About time you got here," Kayla said, laughter in her voice, as she brought the lights up a little. "Everything okay with the Healer and the girls?"

"Yeah," he chuckled as he walked over to the bed. "Sleeping like little lambs."

"'Little lambs' my butt. Those little lambs would enjoy their ram getting into that bed with them."

"Now, don't you start, too," he said as he sat on the bed to slip his shoes and socks off. Turning to her, trying to appear serious, "I have time for a good nap before Little One finishes."

"Nap, my butt," she giggled. "Get those pants off and get under the sheet with me. We have things to do, and I have your Queen's permission to do them."

Turning to watch him, "Did you take care of your wives?"

"You know I did," he answered with a grin as he slipped off his pants, leaving his tee shirt and shorts on.

As soon as he slid under the cover with her, Kayla, reigning in her embarrassment, sat up and pulled her negligée off, but left on her thong panties. "I don't get a chance to be with you much, and I'm going to make good use of the time we have. Now I want to get a really good look at that marvelous cock of yours."

Throwing the sheet aside, she slid down a little and went to her knees. Taking hold of his shorts, she pulled as Jeff, amused, raised his ass for her. It didn't take Junior long to stand up and be counted.

"Oh, shit. No wonder your wives kid about walking funny," she said as his cock swayed in front of her. "I won't be able to walk for a week after you stick that thing in me."

Jeff grinned, knowing she was bullshitting, but loving it anyway, said, "Okay, does he pass inspection?"

Kayla took a breath, seemingly unable to take her eyes off his cock, but managed an, "Oh, yeah."

"Good. Then, will you marry me?" he asked, his voice teasing, but obviously serious, anyway.

Kayla snapped her gaze to his face, then launched herself back up his body, landing on his chest, quickly gluing her mouth to his. Some minutes later, "Yes, yes, yes, anytime, anywhere..." she broke off to keep from sobbing as his arms crushed her to him.

"I love you, you know," he whispered into her ear.

"I know, and I love you too," she got out past a torrent of happy tears.

They kissed for a while and he nursed her breasts through a couple of orgasms again. Finally, she pushed back and said, "I need to see how much of your dick I can get into my mouth. I want to start learning how to take care of my husband-to-be."

"Baby, sucking my cock is a no-going-back experience. If you swallow my come, and thus my pheromones, you'll be bound to me, and I to you — forever."

"As if I'm not already," she quietly said. "I want to taste your semen — your sperm."

Sliding down in the bed again, she proceeded to do just that. Later, Jeff found out what Kayla's pussy tasted like. After she was unconscious from her orgasms, he gently kissed her, then stood for a moment just looking down at her. Her slim body was toned — her breasts standing high and proud on her chest, even as she lay flat on her back. Her nipples were still up from his nursing and her excitement. Her face in repose was almost little-girl innocent, a faint smile touching her lips. There's a fine mind behind that beautiful exterior, he thought as he brushed a stray lock of hair from her eyes, then covered her with the sheet and left to get Little One.

TUESDAY MORNING, OCTOBER 8, SOMEWHERE IN FLORIDA

Fred and his women had gotten up late (for them), eaten breakfast and cleaned up, then Jessica had decided to sit on Fred's lap. Soon, she had her top pulled up and a titty stuffed in his mouth. That stirred Carla and Audrey up. An hour and a half later, Fred pulled out of the RV park and back onto the road headed south, the women now each carrying a fresh load of his sperm.

The highway was fairly straight with slight rises from time to time, and an occasional curve as the road detoured around marshes or other obstructions which had been more easily avoided than surmounted when the road was built. The RV had topped a small rise a quarter mile back and now Fred had begun to slow for a steep right curve coming up in front of them. There were guardrails about three feet high on the left side of the road throughout the turn. Bordering the turn, there was what appeared to be a thirty-foot wide drainage ditch/canal that gave way to a swamp. In places, the ditch and swamp were indistinguishable as the almost-stagnant water overflowed both.

Carla was riding in the front passenger's seat, with Jessica and Audrey playing cards in the small living room. When Fred got within a hundred yards or so of the curve, he glanced in his mirror to see a vehicle top the rise behind them. Chill bumps popped up on his arms and the hair felt as if it stood up on the back of his neck.

"They're going too fast," he said aloud. "They'll never make the curve if they don't slow down quick — real quick."

Carla looked in her mirror. Jessica and Audrey paused in their card playing. The car barreled on, drifting slightly out of the right lane, beginning to hover over the centerline. Fred gunned the big rig, then swerved toward a wide shoulder on the right as he tried to get out of the way. The RV and the PT Cruiser threw up gravel and dust on the uneven ground as he braked hard, the other vehicle careening past at what Fred estimated to be nearly a hundred miles an hour.

There was a moment of seeming unreality as the driver didn't appear to try to take the curve, but continued straight ahead. The front of the vehicle (an old Jeep Cherokee) contacted the guardrail, crunching it into the support posts, the ensuing noise, tremendous. Most of the support posts held, and the Cherokee flipped end over end. Both front doors snapped open at the howling impact and a body sailed out of the left door on the first flip of the vehicle, the body disappearing into the swamp.

Everyone in the RV had unbuckled as soon as the Cherokee hit the guardrail and the RV had slid to a halt. Fred glanced at Carla's white face, then pointing to a mile marker post ahead of them, said, "See if you can get a signal, and call for help. I'm going to try to get to them."

Fred was out of the RV and running almost before Carla could get her cell open, Jessica and Audrey only slightly behind him. When Fred got to the place where the Cherokee had gone over the guardrail, he could see the remains of the vehicle, upside down, sitting about forty feet to the right of him, partially filled with water, the driver's door apparently torn off. Directly ahead of him, about thirty feet away and just past the main ditch, was a woman lying on her back in the shallow water and weeds of the swamp. It was obvious that the water in the drainage ditch beside the road was deeper than where the woman was lying.

Fred and Jessica snatched their shoes off and slid down the bank and into the water at almost the same time, while Audrey struggled with a shoestring that had gone to a hard knot. "Shit," Jessica said as she slipped into the waist-deep, murky water and her bare feet sank several inches into the bottom sediment. "I'll check the Jeep if you want to go check her," she said, as she put action to words.

Before either of them was more than halfway to their goal, there was a splash and a muffled curse behind them as Audrey slipped down the slick bank and into the water. Fred and Jessica were trying to wade, but Audrey, already wet from head to foot, chose to swim. She angled toward Fred and was there a few seconds after Fred pulled up out of the main ditch and knelt by the woman. He splashed to his knees and put a hand on the throat of the still form, feeling for a pulse.

"Feel anything?" Audrey said a little louder than she meant to as she splashed up.

"Nope," Fred replied. He reached for her wrist, wondering if he had missed the carotid pulse. Still nothing.

"Nobody in the vehicle," Jessica hollered out as she struggled up the ditch toward them, the water up to her chin in places.

"No pulse that I can find," Fred said to no one in particular as Jessica came to her knees in the muck beside him, causing a small wave of water to splash onto the woman's face. "I haven't seen her take a breath, either." Fred made a decision, "She's half-buried in the muck from the force of her landing. We've got to get her up a little more. We can't do CPR like this."

"We have to keep her neck straight," Jessica said as she splashed around to hold the woman's head. "We could do more damage to her if her neck is broken."

"I know," Fred agreed, "but she's dead anyway. If we don't get air into her lungs and her heart started, she'll stay that way."

"I've got her neck," Jessica said. "You lift."

Fred, his knees buried in the muck, slipped one hand under the woman's shoulders and the other hand farther down on her back. "Sure you got her neck?"

"Yeah. Go."

Audrey managed the woman's legs as Fred, trying to be gentle, and struggling with the awkward angle, lifted the woman a little and settled her back out of the depression her body had formed in the mud and sediment when she had slammed into the swamp.

"You breathe for her," Jessica said, "I'll do the compressions."

Realizing that Jessica probably didn't want to put her mouth on the woman's mouth, Fred swapped places with Jessica without comment. "We don't know about her neck," Fred said, "I can't risk moving a broken neck, so I have to use the jaw thrust," he said aloud, although he was mostly coaching himself. "Shit, I haven't done this in years," he mumbled as he positioned his hands behind her jaws. But the training came back as his hands touched her and the jaw thrust opened her airway the way it was supposed to without moving her neck. He pinched her nose closed, locked his mouth to hers and blew two slow breaths into her. Jessica positioned her hands, fingers locked together, on the woman's chest.

"I think they have changed this some since the last time I went to class," Fred said.

"Just do it fifteen and two," Jessica said. "That was the last they taught us. I think they simplified it so one person and two person CPR is the same now."

Jessica counted to five, then started over again. When she reached her third set of five compressions," Fred gave the woman two full breaths, then looked up and yelled out, "Carla?"

"The ambulance is on the way," she yelled back. "They're supposed to have a paramedic as part of the crew. They said about fifteen minutes."

"Okay, Baby. Stay there and flag them down when they get here. We're good over here."

"Okay," Carla yelled back, pacing back and forth on the road.

Kneeling in the muck beside Jessica, Audrey said, "I feel helpless. I've never been taught CPR. Is she going to live?"

Fred didn't bother answering her question, for he didn't know the answer. Then, "You might get your first CPR lesson in a few minutes. Hot as it is, none of us are going to last long." Then to Jessica, "Tell me when you're tired, and we'll swap."

"I don't want to put my mouth on her," Jessica gasped out between sets of compressions. "I will if I have to, but I don't want to."

"Crap," Fred said after administering the next breath. "Her breath smells..." He wound down as realization hit him. "Shit, she's a doper." He pulled her left arm a little out of the water. "Needle tracks, a lot of them." He remembered the flash of her slumped over the wheel as she came past. She was out, or dead when she passed. This might all be futile.

Time stood still — at least it felt like it to the four of them. Jessica slung her head in an effort to get the sweat out of her eyes, obviously beginning to struggle. "Baby, we need to swap," Fred said.