Chapter 170: Sleeping in My Own Bed

Molly said it was time to get on the road.

The B&B was a nice escape, but I was getting a bit homesick myself. Molly didn’t show it on her face, but I felt that the time with all the little kids at the B&B made her miss her brothers and sisters. I know she used the Molly Speaks app to check to see how Nelly was doing.

We drove over two hundred miles and silence. Molly was off in her own world contemplating something, so I wasn’t about to try to distract her. Her sliding her hands into her shorts to finger herself was a good sign. I saw her fingers flying before she took a deep breath and turned toward me.

“After reviewing our time at the B&B, I think I liked the younger boys more than those who are juniors and seniors in high school. The older boys only had a desire to climax. Once they accomplished their goal they retreat immediately. The younger boys had very little, or no, experience with sex. Unlike their older siblings, once they climaxed, they became very interested in repeating intercourse as many times as I would permit them. I believe it likely that the newness of the experience led to their seeking to do whatever they needed to have intercourse with me again. I only needed to point to where I wanted their attentions and what I desired them to do there. We began shortly after breakfast. By the time they called us for lunch, each had learned the pleasures of prolonged intercourse. I expect if we returned there in a few months that we would find the girls excitedly telling us how those boys were much better lovers than those from before our visit. They pleasantly surprised me when one would be having sex with me and the others were kissing, caressing, and licking all over my body. I believe that was their way of thanking me for teaching them the difference between having sex and a quick fuck. Each professed their gratitude for my patience in teaching them how to be a real man in bed versus a selfish bastard. Their sisters, neighbors, and cousins, who aren’t currently menstruating, are going to be very happy as they benefit from the boy’s new knowledge. Our side trip was a little unorthodox, but I felt that we needed to intervene before matters became unresolvable,” she told me out of the blue. “When seeking a location to rest for the night I stumbled upon the online posts of the boys and girls we met there, as well as some who are frequent visitors, but unable to visit. The sexually active girls frequently complained about the lack of pleasure from intercourse. From the boys the complaint was about the girls being unenergetic during sex or the girls desire for intercourse had dropped in frequency from when they first began copulating. Over this summer the comments indicated that this had escalated beyond the childish infighting between neighbors or siblings. Had we not intervened, their families and tight knit community would had been torn apart, causing rifts that would never be able to close. I specifically didn’t give you the complete details regarding their permitting us to rent the room. On the surface it appears they freely permit all comers to book rooms. They do not. They have a thorough, time-tested process by which they vet prospective short-term boarders. It is unfortunate I did not become aware of their B&B to schedule our arrival five weeks earlier, as that would have permitted you to father additional children which would further bond their community together.”

Molly is probably the only person in the world I can talk about girls I have had sex with and never need to worry about her telling anyone, ever.

As I reached over to push my hand on her wet exposed pussy, to give her a big cum, I said, “Actually I believe that one of the owner’s daughters and three of their neighbor’s daughters that will find they won’t be getting their first periods for at least another ten months. I have no idea why they haven’t been having periods, but the place in my head seemed to be telling me they have already had multiple ovulations and their uterus is ready for a fertilized egg. I can only guess they were in the pond so much that they didn’t notice their having a light period while swimming, or something like that.”

“Your assumption is plausible, I expect there is a less complex explanation,” Molly told me after she came down from her big orgasm. “I suspect the unique innerworkings of your brain based your analysis on the limited knowledge you possess about the internal maturation process girls. You would not know that while they have ovulated multiple times, and likely had those ova fertilized, their body had yet to produce the hormones required to thicken their uterine lining for implantation. Until that happens their uteruses did not need to shed that lining. If your sperm did fertilize their waiting egg, then I’m quite positive that their bodies are ready to become pregnant, even you did what everything required subconsciously. Each will carry your child to term unless it must be terminated for medical reasons.”

“If I did father children, only the host and one of her daughters will be having my child. Only a DNA test will be able to tell which of the multiple boy’s sperm impregnated them. I had a bad feeling about doing anything sexual with them. It is fortunate for the three girls that there were boys in the barn who walked out here from town, with plenty of condoms, to have sex with the girls who began their periods today,” I explained.

She told me we could discuss that later, if I wanted. Right then it was urgent that I found her an acceptable place for her to use the bathroom. We quickly found a grocery store she said was known for having the cleanest bathrooms. As we hurried inside, she explained that this store relocated their bathrooms from the back of the store to the front, while their sister store did not. From what I gathered from what she told me, moving the bathrooms had nothing to do with customer’s bathroom needs. Research had found that bathrooms in the back are for most of the staff to come check regularly, so they frequently ran out of toilet paper, paper towels and soap. Most of the time, the customers had forgotten that they needed to tell someone about the bathroom. As a result, customers weren’t always washing their hand or did a poor job due to lack of soap. The bacteria remaining on their hands transferred most frequently onto fruits and vegetables the customer touched but didn’t select. Having the bathroom at the front allowed baggers, checkers, manager, and customer service regularly check them without needing a staff member being unavailable to go check the bathrooms. Six months after this store moved the bathrooms to the front, they had a major decrease in bacterial contamination of their fruits and vegetables. As a second verification they installed hand sanitizer stations in the produce sections of the stores.

That makes sense. I know I have gone to the bathroom as grocery stores where I didn’t wash my hands because they had no soap or were out of paper towels.

Since Molly said she would be a while I went around getting what Molly said we needed to be able to drive home non-stop, except for bathroom breaks, or when she made me stop to let my body sleep. When she didn’t message me after fifteen minutes, I asked if she would be much longer. Instead of a reply I got pictures of tampons and maxi pads in two different colors. Each was for a specific brand this store carried. Each had the aisle and exact location on the shelf.

I don’t even want to know how she has those specific pictures.

I got another message from her that she still had another issue she was working on and it would be a bit longer.

Seeing as how there were pregnancy tests, lubes, sexual aids, and rubbers on the other side of the aisle, I started browsing. I left my cart out of the way because of the displays in the aisle to navigate around. I was looking at their wide selection of exotic lubricants that were different than any I had at home. I saw the squiggly lines of someone watching me like a hawk from behind the one-way mirrors at this end of the aisle.

One of the lubes was in a package that had a bottle shaped like a bear, contained glow-in-the-dark lube, a dozen rubbers, and some sort of dick ring that had a dozen tiny ultraviolet LEDs. Since I knew the condoms wouldn’t be long enough for me, I got a dozen of the glow-in-the-dark lube and a dozen of the LED dick rings as more of a gag gift.

I know Frank will want to blow me when I give him a bottle and dick ring. This is right up his alley!

They had a lot of flavored lubricants as well, which was a bit out of place in a grocery store. I had already tried a lot of them. Unless the girl tasted bad, I liked the taste of their natural juices. I was looking at the lengths of the various condoms when their late twenties, and extremely pretty, pharmacist walked over.

“They are pretty much the same size except for diameter. You look a bit young, so if you are a bit smaller than the other boys at school, you will find ones of a smaller diameter and length down here at the bottom,” she told me as she retrieved a box of the smaller sized ones. “You don’t have to worry about anyone knowing the difference. These are in the same foil or clear wrappers as the other sizes. I also suggest you give the long-lasting, warming lubricants a try. They market them as a way to enhance your pleasure and that of your partner. In fact, all the mainstream lubricants will last longer than you in many cases. Your selection is purely a novelty item that will require reapplication after only a short period of time.”

“Oh. I got those for a friend of mine back home. He is a total geek. Somehow, he found a girlfriend that, can you believe it, is an actual living, breathing girl. She will love it as much as him. You see they already have a big selection of fluorescent body paints, now they can enjoy sex in the dark. From the sounds of them getting it on, and the large wet spots, they won’t need it as a lubricant,” I explained nonchalantly.

I did look at the box with the small condoms before I put them back on the hook and told her, “Thanks for the assistance, but I’m an odd size. Not even the extra-large ones will fit me properly.”

I got a look that told me she thought I was full of shit and that was fine by me. I wasn’t getting any rubbers here anyway, even if they did have some my size. I was just browsing.

“If you can’t find any that fit, then I would suggest you get a few of the bulk packs of ovulation test strips and stock up on pregnancy tests,” she said with a smirk.

I finished looking at the various varieties of condoms they sold as I waited for her to leave my side. She didn’t go far before puttering around with things on the shelves so they were at the very front of the shelves. She had made a good suggestion, so I went over to look at the pregnancy tests and ovulation monitoring kits.

The next time she looked over at me I pointed my shopping cart where the big packs of pads were hard to miss and said, “I appreciate your suggestions. I’m not expert on a woman’s monthly cycle, but I’m pretty sure that those means I don’t need any pregnancy tests today. While it is none of your business, my travelling companion has an IUD anyway.”

“I was just sort of browsing the condoms in case I ran out of the ones I have to special order to fit me,” I told her. “Most of the standard ones are just too short and the extra-large break.”

Yep. You triggered your bullshit detector, not me.

As expected, she said, “I see.”

“Actually, you didn’t see and I’m not about to whip it out right here in the aisle,” I replied sounding like a smartass.

When she walked away from the aisle, she didn’t look the least bit pissed off on her way to the pharmacy.

Part of my rapid recovery of my memories included girls bitching about how much their period cramps hurt. I messaged Molly to see if she needed any of the PMS pain medicines. I got specific pictures of the boxes and exact locations where to find them. To be safe, given the trend lately to change our trip to head off in a different direction than home, I got her two boxes of each plus regular acetaminophen and ibuprofen. The pharmacist came back with another woman in a white lab coat as I put those into my cart.

The new woman told me, “I’m Dr. Avery. My colleague here says you have a unique situation where you are unable to find a large enough condom from the store’s select. While rare, your claim doesn’t seem out of the realm of reality. I bet her lunch that you probably weren’t exaggerating given you’re not becoming uncomfortable discussing your unique requirements. Boys your age are rarely able to do a quick grab a random box of condoms and take them to pharmacy to pay for them. None of them can discuss purchasing feminine hygiene products as if they were discussing which candy bar to buy at the register with their parent. I must say I found it intriguing that someone in your age range knew how to locate and find the correct size of condoms they required. Should you be willing to aid us in settling our bet, you won’t need to expose yourself out here in the aisle, we can step in to my clinic.

“Let me check with my friend. She is having female problems as well as some digestive issues,” I explained.

Molly shot back a message to torment them a bit, as only I could, before checking out, so I agreed to give them the pony show that I felt pretty sure they weren’t really expecting.

Inside the clinic the doctor checked, and then rechecked, that she had properly secured the door. Both women put on a pair of rubber gloves as I dropped my pants.

Yeah, I’m going to keep my dick out of your sight until I stand back up. Then you will get a surprise.

As I took my time stripping from the waist down, I used the place in my head to push energy into everywhere it showed me would get them horny. By the time I was straightening up, to get this pony show on the road, both women had soaked their panties and had small wet spots in their pants.

The pharmacist didn’t even ask before she started to measure my six limp inches of my dick.

“This isn’t longer or has a girth greater than any of the average condoms,” she told me with a smirk on her face.

The doctor countered with, “He isn’t erect, so your measurement is invalid.”

They went back and forth discussing showers versus growers, how someone my age couldn’t have a penis longer than seven inches and soon started throwing around medical terms. They seemed completely oblivious to the one that wasn’t arguing her point was the one stroking me. I kept pushing in energy to have them about to cum without even having touched themselves. By the time I was rock hard, both women had removed their rubber gloves to rub my dick with one hand and themselves through their clothes.

I swear that they sound like two guys doing the “mine is bigger than yours” crap.

I stopped them just short of spaying cum on them.

“If you want to settle your bet then you better measure me soon before you lose your chance or you won’t get another,” I told them as I tightly held the wrists of each of their hands that were now stroking me at the same time.

I’m a bad boy. They are both ready to strip so I can fuck them even if they know it will send them to jail if I told anyone.

“You win” the pharmacist said to the doctor when they both pulled their hands away.

She conceded that I was longer than the eight-inch maximum length of the condoms they stocked.

As the pharmacist started fighting to get her pants off, I pulled her hands to my dick. She didn’t need any instructions on what to do. With her busy I pulled the doctor over to start kissing her passionately. There was no resistance to me pushing my hand down insider the doctor’s pants, and panties, to rub her off. I kept her on edge until I was spraying cum all over the pharmacist’s face.

When I made her cum, she collapsed backwards into the chair behind her. The button on the doctor’s pant popped off and her zipper broke as she fell back.

Not wanting to be a total dick, I kept my dick hard, spun the pharmacist around, pulled her pants and panties to her feet and slipped on one of my large rubbers right before burying my dick inside her. I knew she was too far gone to be thinking about my sperm getting inside her or that it was the perfect time for her to get pregnant.

I didn’t want to leave Molly waiting since she had said she was noticing her period this month, so I pulled out.

“As I said, I was just browsing. Probably a good thing I do have ones that fit my dick.” I told her.

To hell with the ice bucket challenge. A fifteen-year-old unprotected dick inside her, at her place of work no less, when she is fertile, really kills the mood.

To drive my point home, I moved around in front of her so that she could see my semen in the tip of the condom. I used tissues to get the rubber off, dressed, and headed for the door. When I looked back, I could see her still spread open pussy lips ringed by her wet pussy hairs. Only when I was about to the checkout stand did I notice the door to the office didn’t auto close.

I can’t laugh. I just can’t. But the look on the three preteen boy’s faces, and tiny tents in their shorts, as the stare into the clinic is so funny.

Molly was very pleased to see I had everything she wanted. After grabbing what she needed from the shopping bags, she disappeared back into the bathroom while I pulled the car in front of the store.

If I didn’t know she was on the rag and having painful cramps I wouldn’t have a clue she was having her period.

For the first time since I met Molly, she took over the counter medications for pain, her messages were mildly bitchy and she told me to drive non-stop to get home. She didn’t want to stop to sleep anywhere because she wasn’t about to make me suffer the vile smell of her period this month. I offered to block the colors of the energy causing her pain, but she said that she was only using herbal concoctions to take care of her various conditions, she wanted to feel the pain and discomfort. It distracted her so much that she was able to talk to me, when she felt like it, without the need to do anything to slow her brain down.

As I drove the man in the machine put a message in my goggles that one of her medicines, which was the most expensive no less, consisted mainly of multiple very strong stimulants. Combined with two of her other medications, it only caused Molly to have a lot of side effects and did very little to help Molly, He went on to say that Molly had used her Molly Speaks apps to reach out to all the autistic people around the world that were using the app. She asked them about the meds she was taking. Most of her meds were cancelling one or more of the others out. All she was getting from them were the side effects. He said she was not happy at all to find the extraordinarily expensive medicine was a complete sham. Every bit of the testing data was from the original pharmaceutical company that created it decades ago. It came from a failing company they bought before failing themselves. The patent had expired over thirty years before. It had never come to market because the company making it didn’t have the money to get it there. The medicine details bounced from company to company with each acquisition. A few of those companies were based overseas so they would give it a new name and sell the right to make a generic of it under that new name. It was easy to make a small change to the manufacturing process that allowed them to re-patent it under the newly chosen name. Never having marketed or sold this drug in the U.S., the drug company talked it up as the Autism wonder drug and charged outrageous prices accordingly. To be sure it was a doctor’s preferred choice for this class of drugs, they paid each doctor a thousand dollars for each prescription a pharmacy filed. Due to the cost the pharmacies didn’t want to keep on the shelves and thus the company got the detail for the prescribing doctor before shipping out the medicine. They were so arrogant that they went so far as to make sure the DEA knew about anyone trying to bring one of the generic versions into the states. As part of the man-in-the-machine’s research, he compiled a list of every patient who had it prescribed and every side-effect documented in those patient’s records. He forwarded that data anonymously to Paula. He expected that this would be one of the largest class-action lawsuits in U.S. history.

There was something he said about the drug company couldn’t file bankruptcy to get out paying the damage due to some recent changes to the patient protection laws.

I bet they will have the judge do one of those gag order things to keep anyone from ever finding out about it too. Don’t they make people sign something to never talk about it if they want to get their money?

On the drive Molly only awakened long enough for bathroom breaks or to eat. Whenever I found the roads clear of cops and traffic, I pushed the car as fast as the roads were able to handle. I soon found that the man in the machine wasn’t the only one watching our ride home. Whenever we were out in the middle of nowhere, I started getting messages telling me how fast I could go, where I could expect traffic, and anytime cops were on the move toward the interstate.

Well I’m already driving as fast as the roads will let me, but it doesn’t hurt to have someone watching for traffic and police.

Anytime I got up close to one hundred-thirty miles per hour I noticed the car felt a little off. I don’t know squat about cars so I messaged my google what I was noticing and at what speeds. Whoever modified this car, or any good car mechanic, can use what I sent to start looking for what may be wrong.

We made excellent time. From dusk to dawn I sped up to doing over a hundred miles per hour. Molly slept most of the time so she had no idea that we were almost home when she asked for a bathroom break. That break found us both in clean clothes before she would let me get back to driving. On the way back to the car I saw Molly’s face crinkle up before she stumbled a bit, so I picked her up in my arms to carry her to the car. I did get a big kiss from her when I asked if she needed me to find an urgent care clinic or an OB/GYN office to have her checked out.

“I will be fine David. I expected this month’s menstruation to be many orders of magnitude more uncomfortable than those I have had previously because I removed the hormone-laden secondary birth control. I now use a natural birth control that medicine men and herbalists have been providing women for centuries. One of the side-effects of the various pharmaceuticals is the failure to properly shed the uterine lining. My uterus is now shedding those years of accumulated lining all at once. I debated the pros and cons of discontinuing my secondary birth control since I have the IUD. There is a higher than normal chance that my IUD may by purged this month. I must ensure my reproductive system is healthy,” she explained, of which I understood part of what she said. “Can’t talk anymore now. Sleepy.”

Well if she is good with what her body is doing to her and the associated pain, then I will trust her. The place in my head told me that she doesn’t have any bad energy from an infection or other problem.

With Molly sleeping soundly again, I drove the last hundred miles home. Once in town I made a b-line to the extended stay place where her family was living until the rebuilt house was “Molly Approved” and ready for them to move in. She wasn’t going anywhere on her own so I got all her stuff to take to her room before I carried her up. When I knocked there was a swarm of kids fighting to open the door. I handed off Molly’s things to go to her bed and then went down to get her. I saw her mom rubbing her eyes as she came out wearing a thin, mostly transparent, long t-shirt.