Chapter 4

Holly and Daniella were affected as much as me by their mother's death. Of course they were. Cathy and I had had a very wide bed, and it could easily accommodate the three of us when, a few days after the funeral, they took up nightly residence in it, either side of me. At first, I could fuck them both, before going to sleep and again in the morning, but gradually that frequency dropped so I'd fuck one of them at bedtime, and the other before getting up in the morning.

There was a sudden glut of pregnant females. Cathy had been the one to insist the girls were fitted with implants, but when they expired, it seemed none of them bothered to have them replaced.

Megan was swelling up, commensurate with the size of her breasts, which were now seriously huge. Devon seemed to have given in to the temptation she represented, and was often found stuffing her with his prod in almost any room in the house. A side effect of this was that she learned how to edit films, which we were still doing our best to make – after all, the idea of the website was to provide footage of the girls being fucked pregnant, fucked while they were pregnant, and when they tried to get pregnant again after giving birth.

So, with Ruth, Nancy, Jordan, Julie, Susan, Carly, Anne, Jane, Beth, Daniella and Holly all sporting baby bumps, along with Megan, who was four or five months ahead of them, we spruced up the large room used as a nursery and prepared to enlarge our extended family.

Twelve babies arrived in the next six months. Twelve pregnant females all feeling randy, all of the time, kept the four men busy any time we were able to get a hard-on.

The bubble burst when the doorbell rang one day. Social Services had arrived.

I kept them on the doorstep. 'What do you want?'

'We've had a report that there are a lot of children living here, and some of them are underage and pregnant. We suspect criminal offences have been committed of a very serious nature, and that the children's welfare might be at risk, ' said the older woman, who might have been pretty herself had she lost a few pounds and changed her hair stylist.

'It's true, there are children living here – and their mothers – and some of the girls are underage but, you know how it is, girls will be girls and boys will be boys, and sometimes they have sex, whatever the law might have to say about it.'

'And the girls become pregnant.'

'That would be the usual outcome of having sex, ' I agreed politely.

'You say their mothers are living here?'

'Except for my children. My wife died last July.'

'You were married?'

I allowed a little anger to creep into my voice. 'Of course. What did you think? We were married for sixteen years.'

The woman coloured up. 'I'm sorry Mr Hudson, we didn't know.'

'Well why should you? I'm sure you know very little about anyone's private life. There's nothing strange going on here, ' I added mendaciously, 'just several families living under one – very large – roof, which we own. We pay our taxes and take little from the state.'

She squinted at me. 'You served a prison sentence for tax evasion, and the Revenue never got their money.'

'No – they never got my money. Our money. It was never theirs.'

'Many of the children are below the age for compulsory education and have been absent from school for long periods.'

'Educated at home. It's allowed, isn't it?'

She gritted her teeth and nearly smiled. 'But you need a teaching qualification and approval by the local education authority.'

'Oh. Wait here, ' I said and shut the door on them.

I went in search of Devon. Predictably, he was in the edit suite. Megan was bent over, holding the back of a chair while he put a lot of energy into ramming her creaming slot. She looked up at me, hot and sweaty.

'You want to fuck me next, Mr Hudson?'

'Can't just now, Megan, ' I said, 'Got a couple from the social services downstairs and I need Devon, as soon as he's finished.'

'Oh. Okay, ' she said, turning her head as far round as she could, to see her lover. A look of almost pure evil crossed her face. 'Fuck me Mr Somersby. Give our baby a bath in your sperm.'

She wriggled against him and reached back for his balls. 'Cum for Megan, Mr Somersby. Cum, cum.'

Devon, who was also beaded with sweat, rammed her harder, making the chair rock. I watched as he stiffened and fucked his seed into the girl who was mewling and writhing her bum against him, milking for his spunk. As he slipped out of her, she turned and stuffed his cock in her mouth to clean off their combined juices. I'd got a hard-on myself from just watching, but there was no time to take care of it. I led Devon downstairs, briefing him on the situation. By the time we got to the door, he was looking more normal, and brushed the hair out of his eyes with his fingertips before opening the door and smiling.

'Can I help you? Devon Somersby. I teach the kids.'

I left them to it, confident that the officials would be powerless to do anything to us once Devon had proved his credentials to them.

Susan caught sight of me. I thought it had been fortunate the SS, as I thought of them, hadn't seen her during their visit – she had always looked younger than her actual age. She took my hand and led me to a chair. Before I sat down, she opened my trousers and dropped them and my jockeys, then sat me down, rubbed my cock back to full hard, and climbed onto it. She did this to me quite often, and in a way, I think it was kind of a healing process for her. Fourteen is still a young age at which to lose your mother.

We shuddered our way through a climax. She kissed me, climbed off, sucked me clean and went about her chores, sperm trailing from her pussy and leaking down her legs. She knew what that would do for the younger men, and ten minutes later, she was getting a further quantity of Hudson sperm, though not mine, added to her thirsty quim. Such a hussy, that girl!

I bought a motor coach. Honest. A real live luxury coach, the sort people went to the seaside in at one time. There were just short of thirty of us now, including the babies, so it seemed the easiest course of action rather than buying a fleet of MPVs. Modifications were ordered, making the back half of the vehicle into something between a travelling nursery and a bedroom. There was a loo on board and a drinks point, which served coffee or tea, provided someone remembered to top up the water tank.

Megan used to enjoy sitting on the seat at the front provided for tour guides, fat, pregnant belly bulging, no knickers, and legs wide apart as we travelled along. I think she'd have been totally naked except that I warned her what would happen if the police saw her – to say nothing of CCTV cameras. She quickly became quite circumspect about when and whom she flashed, because she knew she risked being taken away from us.

I was driving most of us home after visiting the shops when Megan cramped and doubled up, moaning. The seat was soaked as her waters broke, and dripped on the floor. A short deviation in our route brought us to the maternity hospital where our doctor had booked her in for her delivery. Holly and Jane went with her while I tried to find a space to park the bus. Eventually, they let me stop in a couple of ambulance parking bays, some distance away from the building entrance.

They wouldn't allow all twenty or so of us (not counting the babies), into the place, so I went, taking a small camcorder with me, on the understanding I film the delivery. The girls had all been through it, so you'd think they would have known what a delivery was like. Anyway, we could always use the footage on the website.

I found Megan in almost her favourite position, sitting on a bed, propped up but leaning back on pillows, legs apart, pussy bulging a little, feet flat on the mattress. She looked almost good enough to fuck, with her great breasts and enormous, swollen belly. It was probably just as well there were nurses and midwives about.

'About six centimetres dilated, ' said a midwife, removing her fingers from Megan's twat. 'Be a while yet.'

Megan's face contorted and I could see the effort she was making to hold back a scream. I handed her the gas-and-air facemask, and she breathed deeply. I showed her the camcorder in my pocket.

'Do you mind if I... ?'

'No, ' she replied. 'I told you, you can do what you want with me.'

'So if I suggested that when you're over this birth, you should have an implant fitted and stay on it until you're a couple of years older, you would agree, would you?'

I thought I knew the answer.

'As long as I get to stay with you and everybody, I'll do it. Long as I get fucked, of course.'

'We'll fuck blisters on your twat if that's what it takes, ' I said, 'but I really think you should lay off having more babies until you're a bit older. Take the time to love and enjoy this one, ' I added, poking her gently on her rounded belly.

'Can't wait to get started, ' she muttered through gritted teeth.

I used the camcorder, while Megan pulled open her much-larger-than-usual pussy lips, so I could film inside her. A moment later, she had another contraction, sucking on gas-and-air. I filmed her from various angles, and through several more contractions, until the midwife came in and stuck two fingers up her again.

'Right, ' she said, summoning her team, 'into the delivery room.' She looked at me. 'If you're going to use that, you'll have to keep well away. It'll be covered with germs. And gown up.' She pointed at some green scrubs which I got into. We all went into the delivery room, Megan waddling there on unsteady legs – "a walk will do you good!". They helped her onto the delivery table and draped a green cloth over her middle. The midwife went in for a close look.

'I can see the head, ' she said.

There was a lot of stuff after that: cries of Push! Breathe! Push again! I filmed what I was allowed to, and a few other shots I don't think they saw me take, and in due course, after a couple of hours, Megan was able to hold her baby, a lusty-voiced young lady, who looked, and sounded, the picture of health. She was weighed, tagged, swaddled and handed back to her mother.

After Megan delivered the placenta, she was cleaned up, transferred to a trolley and wheeled, holding her daughter, into the post-natal ward, where finally, the others could come and see their new half-sister, a few at a time. I went out to the bus and they chose the order in which they would go into the unit.

Before half of them had done so, Megan had fallen into an exhausted sleep and the new baby was in a crib beside her bed, and also sleeping peacefully. Babies are beautiful – when they're asleep.

They kept Megan and the baby in overnight, but both were fit and well after the ordeal of childbirth, so I went to fetch them home, with Daniella the next day.

Megan, of course, was still sore and acclimatising to motherhood. She'd given the baby her first feed at the hospital, where someone had shown her how to help her milk flow, explained about colostrum coming first, and how to express surplus milk if the baby didn't take it all. Of course, we didn't mention there were five males waiting to help out with this "chore".