There’s Somthing in the Water
By Rawly Rawls
“Wait, we need to hit the breaker first.” Donna looked around frantically. They needed to get this over with sooner rather than later. The breakers should lie somewhere around the main line.
“Right.” Patrick rested the hacksaw on the fat cable. The thing was maybe as thick as his dick. If he sawed it while it was live … Well, he wouldn’t have to worry about the thing in the water anymore. He scanned the far wall and spotted a metal rectangle mounted on a masonry wall. “There.” He pointed.
“Right.” Donna raced over to the box, her chest heaving. If she wasn’t careful, she would start perspiring again. And then what hope would they have? She tried to slow her heart as she flipped all the switches. The overhead lights went out, and she was cast in gloom, the only light coming in from a transom above the lake-access door some ten feet away. The machines around them ground into silence. How odd to suddenly be free of the beating heart that was the pump station. She heard the sound of sawing. “Pat, cut it closer to that machine over there. We’re going to need plenty of slack.”
“Right.” Patrick stopped and moved several feet to his right. He sawed quickly, the first beads of sweat popping out on his forehead. He felt Donna’s soft hand on his shoulder. “Will this work?”
“It should.” Donna’s knees went weak and her nostrils flared. “Hurry, Pat.”
“Done.” Patrick dropped the saw and picked up the cable. He had a sudden urge to forget the whole thing and just bury himself in Donna’s waiting pussy. He reminded himself that the whole town depended on them. Step by step he moved toward the door with the jagged end of the cable, careful to keep his hands on the insulated exterior and away from the exposed wire. “Hit the breaker again and meet me outside.” It wouldn’t hurt if they split up for a minute. He could smell her growing musk. Maybe the outside air would do them both some good, too.
“I’ll be right there.” Donna watched her boyfriend open the door and take the powerline out with him. She ran back over to the circuit box and flipped them all back to the closed position. The machines whirred to life around her and the lights flickered back on. Over the cacophony in that giant space, she could hear Patrick shouting for her outside. But she couldn’t make out the words. Donna turned and ran as fast as she could through the open door, leaping over the suspended wire, now coursing with electricity. “Oh, my.” Her feet came to an abrupt halt. The coarse wood pulled at her bare soles. “What are they?”
“Other than evil looking, you mean?” Patrick stared at the translucent globes, floating on the water in a semi-circle around the little dock. Each sphere was about the size of a man. And inside squirmed large shapes that seemed faintly reptilian. The malicious looking things moved slowly over the water to where Patrick stood on the edge of the dock. “What should I do?”
“Fry them,” Donna screamed. A fog descended upon them. No, Donna realized that wasn’t right. Her glasses were steaming up. She removed them and looked at Patrick’s blurry form hesitating at the edge of the water. Several of the globes were within a stone’s throw of him. “Fry them now.” The end of the wire hissed and sparked a foot or so out in front of Patrick. Donna wiped her glasses frantically and put them on, just in time to see him plunge the end of the line into the lake.
It seemed to Patrick that he had plunged a bolt of lightning into the water. There were several bright blue flashes, a sharp crack, followed by a sizzle, and then a shriek went up from the closing semi-circle. And just like that, it was over. Patrick could hear the machinery from inside the pumping station shutting down again. He looked up at the globes. Beautiful branching forks of electricity still shot through them. The dark shapes inside went suddenly still and then each sphere burst like a bubble and dropped its contents into the lake with a plop. Patrick stood there, still holding the line so that its end was submerged, and let the silence fall over him. The dark shapes sank into the water and were gone. He’d killed whatever they were.
“Did we do it?” Donna walked up next to Patrick and looked down into the water. “We must have broken the circuit. Was that enough electricity to kill them all?”
“Yeah, I think it was.” Patrick dropped the wire with a dull thunk on the wood below. There was only their rasping breath and the lapping of the waves against the pilings. Everything else was silence. “We killed the thing in the water, Donna. That was … amazing.” He turned and hugged her tightly, breathing in her scent. He leaned up and planted a kiss on her soft lips. Suddenly they were making out. They had won, why not celebrate? Patrick worked to pull Donna’s heavy boobs out of her dress.
Whatever had just happened, Axcix didn’t like it. Not one bit. She’d felt a surge and then several of her systems cycled through restarts. When everything was up and running, she replayed the events of the last few minutes. Her tough and loyal sentinels were dead. The vital pump station stood idle. It appears those members of the dominant species were more resourceful than expected. They had rerouted the flow of electrons from pump functions to her home. The ions in the water had carried those electrons to do their vile business upon her sentinels. She moved to release some perimeter drones to return some security to the situation, but her outer bay doors wouldn’t open.
At the muddy bottom, Axcix was just far enough away from the event to sustain only limited damage. What to do, what to do? She needed to deal with this threat. But her sentinels were gone. And the creature Smith had gone silent. She scanned for the electron current, but found none. The surge must have caused a safety cutoff within the pumping station. She moved about her chamber, changing the configuration of her sphere.
Direct contact is not forbidden. Direct contact is discouraged. Use your tools. Remain hidden, distant. You are the only thing that cannot be replaced. Those words the makers had bestowed upon her during training before she pierced the veil of space. What she was about to do was not forbidden, only discouraged. She sprung from her hull, six arms with tertiary joints. The great sphere pushed off from the bottom, releasing a cloud of sediment. Quickly, Axcix rose to the surface.
They were still a good mile away from home, when Sally noticed them. A line of women walked briskly down the middle of the street about two blocks back. “Come on, Mr. Farmer. Walk faster.” Those women were catching up. What’s worse, Sally could tell their arms weren’t quite right. It was the same thing that had happened back in the hotel. Despite Adeline’s support, Susy stumbled down the street. And Mark would only mumble something about his lady over and over. His dumb feet wouldn’t move faster than the pace of an evening stroll.
“My lady, my lady, my lady,” Mark mumbled.
Sally looked over her shoulder. They were closer. The line of women in crisp swing dresses, their heels clicking on the pavement were now only about a block and a half behind. “We’re not going to make it home. Look behind us, Addy.”
“Oh, no.” Adeline’s eyes shot wide when she saw the things that were chasing them. Those terrible arms swung like rubber and their hands passed their knees as the pursuing women walked. Adeline looked around frantically. “The church.” She swerved to her right and guided her mother through the church parking lot. “We’ll be safe there.”
“Okay.” Sally doubted the church offered much safety. But it had lockable doors. She pushed Mark toward the great cross, hoping beyond hope that those things behind them would leave them alone.
They crossed the parking lot quickly. The pursuing things stepped out of the street toward them as the Lannits and Mark entered the church. “Where’s the lock?” Sally said frantically. “Goodness, we need a key.”
Pastor Neilson looked up from his bible and stood when he heard the commotion. “Molly? Molly? I could use your help. We have some parishioners.” It had been so quiet at the church lately. Pastor Neilson had no idea why the town seemed to have gotten so shy. He hurried to the vestibule and saw the Lannits, plus a man he didn’t know. “Come in, come in. What can God do for you today?”
“Pastor, you need to lock the front door. We’re being chased by some devil women.” Sally stepped back and pulled her family into a corner of the small room. She let Mark stand blankly where he was. She knew the walk had made her sweat quite profusely, and she needed the pastor to move quickly. She hoped he couldn’t smell her.
“Chased you, you say? Well, that’s no way for women to behave.” Pastor Neilson frowned. “Oh, there you are, Molly.”
“Hello, dear.” Molly affixed a bright smile to her face, but she had a bad feeling about what was happening. In her hand, she fiddled with the ring of keys. “I heard something about locking a door.” Gertrude Cobb walked up and stood next to her.
“Hey, you’re that doctor that went missing.” Sally eyed the short blond woman. She had a dribble of some white liquid on her chin. Sally looked over at Molly. She could see the wife’s dark right nipple through a wet spot on her dress. Was she feeding this woman? She shook her head. “Never mind, just lock the door. Quickly.”
“Nonsense. These women, whoever they are, just need the word of God.” Pastor Neilson smelled something odd in the air. He felt a little fuzzy, but nothing that would prevent him from doing the Lord’s work. He strode out of the church into the bright sun.
“No.” Sally watched him go. Before the door swung closed, Sally caught a glimpse of several women standing not ten feet from the door with their heads down, their shoulders hunched, and their arms dangling horribly. The door shut and everyone in the vestibule stood perfectly still. They could hear the pastor’s voice muffled through the door. He was saying something about behaving themselves. Then, his voice cut out and there was the most horrific splattering sound. That was followed by a liquid thud that shook the whole door. It was like someone had thrown a huge water balloon at them. “Lock the door, please,” Sally whispered.
Molly nodded and raced across the room. She fit the key in the lock and turned. Not a second later the doors shook violently. The shaking stopped. Everyone in the room backed away from the door. Then a loud thump sounded from inside the nave. Then another. “Oh, no.” Molly trembled in fright.
Slowly, Sally walked toward the entry to the nave and looked in. The horrible women were now throwing themselves against the windows that ran down the left side of the pews. Panes of glass rattled in their housings. Green slime smeared itself where the women came in contact with each window. “That’s not good,” Sally said. “Does this door lock?” She pointed to the door between the vestibule and the nave.
Molly shook her head.
“Okay.” Sally tried to breathe calmly as she looked around at her family. “We’ll think of something. Right?”
Her bare breast dropped out of confinement. The freckled pale skin caught the sunlight and radiated. Such a beautiful thing. So full of life. So eager to give life. Patrick thought of their future children. Donna would someday feed them with those dark nipples. He grabbed a handful of that spongy flesh and squeezed. All thoughts of their present situation fell away from his mind. They had won, but he didn’t even really care about that anymore.
“Patrick … Patrick … Patrick!” Donna’s voice went from dreamy to alarmed. It took every ounce of strength, but she pushed him away. The center of the lake bubbled and churned. “Look.” She stood there with her tits hanging out and her mouth wide open in shock.
“Oh, no.” Patrick pulled his pants back up and tried to stuff his dick away. He was partly successful. The dark purple top stuck out of his waist band and over his shirt in the outdoor air. Patrick watched the thing rise out of the water, like a great, metal spider. “The wire.” He bent down and picked up the electrical line, but it was dead. “The breaker, Donna. Flip the breaker and we’ll fry that thing, too.”
Without a word, Donna ran back into the station, her exposed breasts bouncing uncomfortably side to side and up and down.
Over his shoulder, he watched her red hair disappear back into the darkness. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and looked back at the thing, now looming almost twenty feet above the surface of the lake.
“Commmme tttto meeeeee, annnnnnthropoid.” Axcix paused. Even with the power off, she didn’t want to approach that wire. She looked over to the right of the building. More electrons flowed through wires along a series of posts, dipping into the building. The cutoff was local then. And the female had disappeared quickly. Either in fright, or to fight. Better to meet these creatures away from the building. “Cccccccome aaaaaand mmmmmeet meeeeee hhhhhhhere.”
Patrick shook his head. The strange slurring voice entered his brain through some shortcut, bypassing his ears entirely. Bypass, he thought. He looked back at the external line that brought power into the station. There would be no circuit to break there. More than enough power to kill this hideous robotic arachnid. But how could he cut it safely? He shook his head, forgetting about that powerline. It was impossible. An electric line in hand is worth two in the bush. There would be enough juice when Donna flipped the switch. “I hope,” Patrick muttered under his breath. His knees shook as he waited.
“Llllllet mmmmme shhhhhhhow youuuuuuuu. Commmmmme.” Axcix held out one of her robotic arms to Patrick in a gesture of friendship.
“No, thanks.” Patrick shook his head. “Why don’t you come here?” He gritted his teeth. “But not yet,” Patrick quickly added. The pumping station was still silent behind him. What was taking Donna so long? The thing took several lumbering steps toward him and then paused, as if unsure of itself.
“Youuuuuu arrrrrre Paaaaaaatrick?” Axcix banged at one of her screens as it suddenly went dead. She was going to have to go through some serious repairs after this. She had to hand it to this one. She hadn’t expected to ever find herself in such a situation. “Commmmmmme fffffffffor aaaaa rrrrrrrreward.”
Patrick shook his head again. As much to get the buzzing voice out of his head as to tell the monster no. “Donna? Hurry up, please,” he called over his shoulder.
“She’s here.” Roy’s voice carried more of a sneer than usual.
Patrick went from nervous panic to all-out-panic in an instant. He looked back and his eyes bugged out of his head. He saw David, tall and imposing, with that stupid grin that had become his trademark lately. Next to him, Roy looked more disheveled than ever, staring at Patrick with pure malice. Both eighteen-year-old boys had faint smears of something bluish or greenish covering their clothes and skin. And their skin shone with moisture. Patrick could see sweat staining Roy’s pits. Roy stood with one hand on his prodigious belly, and other entwined in Donna’s beautiful red hair. This was, sadly, because Donna kneeled before him. Roy’s pants were around his ankles, and his long dick playfully knocked against Donna’s freckled cheek over and over again. Donna’s eyes were glassy and her expression filled with hunger. Her breasts were still exposed, and they wobbled slightly every time Roy hit her face with his dick. She looked impossibly vulnerable and helpless. “Get away from her,” Patrick screamed.
“Um … no.” Roy laughed. He looked over at David and his friend joined in with an awkward, mirthless chuckle. “How about you do as I say and I don’t resize her ass right here and now?” Roy let his laughter die away and he raised his eyebrows. “Oh, she wants it, Pat. She was begging me to give it to her back there by the circuit breakers. But I told her she’d have to wait. So, you gonna be good or is she gonna be bad?” He slapped her with his dick a little bit harder, and then lowered his hips, put the dark head of his dick under her chin, and raised her face up so Patrick could get a good look at her.
Patrick’s mind raced. The giant, metal spider hadn’t moved. It was probably curious about this new development. That meant, he had time to figure something out. “What do you want, Roy?” Patrick dropped the now useless power line and stood half-turned to Roy, so he could keep an eye on the lake.
“Is that the thing that made me a king?” Roy pointed up at the giant spider with his long dick.
“I mmmmmmmmmade youuuuuuuu betterrrrrrrrr,” Axcix replied.
“Oh, cool.” Roy nodded, still grasping Donna’s hair.
“I’m sorry, Pat.” Donna’s body wouldn’t obey her. “I didn’t mean—”
“Shut up.” Roy cut her off with another dick slap to the face. “Mr. Meteor, sir? That’s the guy that’s causing you problems.” He nodded at Patrick. “We’re on your side. You can grab him and do whatever you want with him. Just let us take the dame and go. Sound good?”
With a rush of water, Axcix moved her sphere near the dock. She reached down with a robotic arm and gently picked Patrick up in a claw. Such a plucky one, she would do something special to him. “Yyyyyyyou mmmmmay gooooooo.” She said to the other members of the dominant species.
“Nnnnnoooooo!” Donna made a move to help Patrick as he was hoisted some fifteen feet into the air, but Roy held her on her knees. The smell of Roy’s sweat faded in the open air. She could feel her mind coming back to her, but not quickly enough. Her body still answered his demands. She couldn’t quite stand up and get that horrible penis out of her face.
“Goodbye, Pat. You always were just a dumb poindexter.” Roy turned to go. “Come on, Davey.”
But David blinked his eyes rapidly, and looked around with wonder. “Pat?” He blinked again. “Oh, shit.” His friend was in danger. When had all this happened? David stepped back toward the building where a pile of stones lay near the foundation. He picked one up and flung it at the giant, metal spider. It clanked off the thing with a hollow boom. He did it again.
With some of her systems down, Axcix couldn’t quite determine the severity of this new attack. She had misjudged these animals, too. They were making contact with her hull. She moved to wipe out the lot of them, but her controls glitched on her.
Patrick watched the water rush up at him, and suddenly he was submerged and free. The thing had let go of him. He popped to the surface and swam for the dock. He pulled himself up onto the wood, just as one of the frantic metal arms above him smashed into a powerline pole. The wire snapped, and Patrick dove away from the hissing, sparking thing that danced now at the water’s edge.
“Davey, what are you? …. Oooooohhhhhhhhh.” Roy doubled up in pain.
“You aren’t even half the man Patrick is.” Donna slammed her fist into the teenager’s low hanging balls again and listened to the siren song of his pained cry. She was still not totally herself, but her mind had cleared. She stepped over to Patrick and pulled him away from the dangerous wire.
David stopped throwing rocks and moved to help Patrick. But with each step he took, he could feel his mind getting eclipsed again. He feared that when he was no longer himself, he would do something terrible. Vague memories of the past few days came back to him. He paused and looked up at the giant spider, which seemed to have gotten control of itself. David could tell it was positioning itself for an attack. David raced to the live wire, picked it up several feet from the sparking break, and ran to the end of the dock.
“What? No.” Roy’s body still throbbed with red hot pain, but he raced after David. He knew what his friend wanted to do, and that robot spider had to be saved. Roy couldn’t go back to the life he had before it arrived. He ran right out of his pants, his now soft dick swinging wildly before him.
David set his jaw. He could feel his mind failing him. With one last great effort, he leaped off the dock and sailed through the air.
“Stop!” Roy jumped right after him. Together the friends arced over the water. David hit the spider’s metal leg first, and then Roy hit it a few feet lower a split second later. The world lit up around them.
“They’re getting in!” Adeline screamed. She huddled behind Sally, who had protectively placed herself in front of her family, the pastor’s widow, the missing doctor, and Mark. Susy was still fuzzy from the car crash. Mark hadn’t come out of his trance. And the other women were all paralyzed by fear. Sally would have to do this herself. She hefted a solid bronze cross in her hands. It was heavy. She could do some damage with it when those women got in.
Glass shattered and a woman in a pink, paisley swing dress landed between the pews. She stalked down to the middle aisle, her gumby arms sliding and caressing the wooden benches as she passed. Then another woman got through and another. Soon there were five of them inside the nave.
“Stand back, everyone.” But Sally didn’t need to tell those behind her. There were no other volunteers to fight. It was too bad her mom was out of it. Susy would have gladly beaten several of those things, Sally thought. The evil women broke into a run, racing toward the vestibule. Sally’s body went taut. She was ready.
There was a revolting explosion that shot green goo all over the church. Sally blinked her eyes to clear the stuff from her vision. There were only four women now. Pop, pop, pop, pop. And more sounds of wet explosions from outside the windows. Sally wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. Everything within range of those women was covered in green slime. But the horrific women? They were all gone. Sally slumped to the floor. “Thank God.”
“What happened?” Molly’s pretty face was also plastered in the stuff.
“I think they all … popped.” Sally crawled over and hugged her sister and mother. “It’s over.”
“I need a shower, Sally.” Adeline’s voice was a whisper.
“Me too, Addy. Let’s go home.” Sally stood and helped everyone to their feet. “We better take Mr. Farmer home with us, too. For safekeeping.”
“Yeah.” Adeline put her mother’s arm over her shoulders and slowly they walked toward the front door. Molly and the missing doctor stayed behind. It was Molly’s church, after all.
“Wait, David.” Patrick watched it all happen in what felt like slow motion. “Don’t.” But it was too late. His friend had grabbed the wire and jumped with Roy right on his heels. Patrick watched, his mouth agape, as blue bolts of electricity shot up and down the metal leg his friends had collided into. The robot spider seized and stiffened. It was wreathed in blue fire. Unlike the last time, there was no circuit breaker to cut off the power, and Patrick watched as his sizzling friends dropped into the boiling water below them.
“No, Patrick.” Donna put her hand on his shoulder and prevented him from diving after them. The wire continued to send bolts into the water and the robot. She let Patrick turn into her and she cradled his head against her bare breast. “That’s right, don’t look.” But Donna watched closely. She could see smoke billowing from the spider’s sphere. The crackle continued for a solid minute, until finally the power cut. An echoing boom carried over the trees. They’d probably blown a transformer somewhere.
The rigid spider wobbled, and then fell backward into the water. The mighty splash extinguished the smoke. The lake bubbled for a while and then there was nothing but the lap of the waves.
“It’s over.” Donna held Patrick at arm’s length and straightened his glasses for him. “Are you okay?”
Patrick nodded. But of course, he wasn’t. He looked back at the water.
“Let’s get back to town and check on your family.” Donna stood and held Patrick’s hand as she led him back into the pumping station.
The thought of his family brought an immediacy back to Patrick’s actions. He squeezed her hand tightly. “You think they’re okay?”
“I’m sure they are, Investigator Lannit. Let’s go find them.” She gave him a somber smile.
Down in the inky bottom of the lake, Axcix looked around. Broken. Everything was broken. She tried to gather reports, but was met by only sparks and flashes. What had they done to her? The main core was only at thirteen percent. She knew in her heart that she wasn’t going to be able to fix herself. When the makers arrived in a few hundred years, they were going to be very displeased with her mission.
Where am I? David’s voice echoed in his own head. What happened?
It can’t be. What have you done, anthropoid? Axcix did not understand why she was hearing the voice inside her carapace. The creature had somehow fused its mind to hers. Was that species that sophisticated?
Are you the giant spider? Where’s my body? A dawning of understanding moved through David. He wasn’t David anymore. Not really. Let me go.
I cannot let you go. We are stuck together. At the bottom. Axcix almost laughed at the horror of what had befallen her.
So, we’re not dead? Roy had been sure he was dead. Send me back out there. I need pussy.
There are two of you? Now Axcix did laugh. This was too much.
You’re not going anywhere, Roy. I’ll make sure of it. You made me do terrible things. David could remember every detail of his former life in absolute clarity. He wished he couldn’t.
Screw that. I’m the king of Portsmith, Davey. Let’s fix this thing and get out of here. Roy tried to raise his hand in a rude gesture to David, but found there was no David and he didn’t seem to have a hand.
Silence. Axcix listened to the two members of the dominant species bicker. Silence! They dared to ignore her. The centuries were going to pass very slowly for her on the bottom of that lake.
“My name’s Jack Rhodes. My wife is Sally. Her maiden name is Lannit. Can I get through?” Jack showed the guard his driver’s license. He looked off to the left where men in uniform were erecting a thirty-foot barbed wire fence.
“Sorry, sir. You can’t get in.” The guard waved for Jack to turn around.
“Her parents’ phone isn’t working. She isn’t answering my letters. Please let me through.” Jack kept the car in neutral, foot firmly on the brake.
“I’m not supposed to say anything sir, but there was a chemical leak.” The guard leaned in close to Jack’s car, whispering in the window. “I’m afraid there were no survivors. We’re sealing it up to keep people safe. Now turn around.”
Stricken, Jack put the car in gear and took the U-turn the guard indicated. His beautiful Sally was gone. He looked at the wedding ring on his left hand as he guided the steering wheel. Shock numbed him to his core. He hoped she was thinking of him at the end.
The wail of babies filled the house. Linda didn’t fault her husband for golfing as much as he did. The military was kind enough to build a new course out by the lake. It was the least they could do, Linda supposed, since they’d cut Portsmith off from the course out by the freeway. And from every other course in the world.
Linda missed her boys. Ryan was safely off at college, and David disappeared the day all those people popped into green goo. Linda prayed David hadn’t met such a fate. Of course, Patrick had told her that David had saved the town and that he was now living happily in outer space. But Linda had trouble believing that. At any rate, her baby daughter kept her from missing the boys too much. Well, all the babies really. It seemed David had successfully planted his seed in the houseguests, too. There was so much joy in Linda’s life now to keep her sorrow company.
There was also a deep longing. Whenever she saw a young man around town, she’d get that desperation between her legs. She remembered the sweet, maddening sex she’d had with her son. And then the violent, dark rhythm of his friend, Roy. But it was best to leave those things in the past. She had the babies to care for and her husband to look after.
“Just shut up and put it in my butt. Yeeeessssssssss.” Amanda’s car rocked in her garage, her feet up high in the back seat. She could see her daughter peeking in at them from the kitchen, but Amanda didn’t care. Who was Annie to judge? The tramp picked up more men than she did. A baby cried somewhere behind Annie, and the eighteen-year-old turned and hurried away. Amanda couldn’t tell if it was Annie’s daughter, or her son that was crying. At the moment she didn’t care. She only needed that cock to dig deeper. “Christ … ugh … you’re almost as big as he was.”
“Who … uh … uh … uh … Mrs. Ackerman?” Ralph Gooden humped himself deeper into her butt. He hadn’t had sex with anyone but his mother in a good long while, and he was thrilled that Amanda had picked him up as he was walking across town.
“Roy … Roy … Roy. You’re almost … as big … ugh … as my Roy.” Amanda’s eyes crossed a little when the young man’s balls slapped her ass cheeks. He was all the way in. It was perfect.
“Really? Your … son?” Ralph reached up and clutched at her massive tits, milk dribbled out on his palms. “I’m doing … my mom … too.” He smiled down at her.
“That’s old news … uh … uh … Ralph. Now … fuck me.” Amanda squealed. She could tell he was getting close, and she loved nothing better than the euphoria that accompanied the cum of a young man. In fact, she was quite sure she was pregnant again. And this time, she had no idea who the father was. “Eeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.” The car rocked, Amanda’s eyes rolled back, and she basked in the bliss as Ralph filled her womb for her.
“That was a lovely sermon, don’t you think?” Susy pecked her husband on the cheek and gave her son a pat on the butt behind his back. “Pastor Neilson has really come into her own, don’t you think?”
“I’m not sure what she meant by the suckling flock. And I’m not sure—” Fred was cut off by his wife.
“Don’t be grumpy, dear. You’re late for your golf date. Time to head out to the lake.” Susy pushed her husband toward the garage, not even letting him change out of his suit. “Donna, dear, that letter came for you yesterday. Sorry I forgot to mention it. I’ll be right back.” Susy ushered Fred out to the car.
Donna reached over and picked up the letter. “It’s from Mark.”
“I thought the mail wasn’t getting through.” Patrick adjusted his glasses and raised his eyebrows. He was maybe a little jealous.
“We’ll be upstairs.” Sally pushed Adeline toward the stairs. The sisters began pulling off their dresses on the way up. “Don’t be long, you two. We’ll miss you.” Sally smiled and disappeared with a wave. She knew Donna might like a moment’s privacy with her ex-husband’s letter.
“Mark has always been quite clever.” Donna opened the letter and read. A slight smile spread on her pink lips, and she handed the letter to Patrick.
“He got through the blockade? And he’s hunting a pack of feral people in the Adirondacks?” Patrick shook his head. “Well, he seems to have moved on quickly.” He looked up and caught Donna’s expression. “Oh, sorry. I mean, I know how hard it was for you to stay and …” Patrick felt like a fool.
“Don’t be silly.” Donna dropped to her knees very slowly. Her pregnant belly making things much more difficult than she would have believed. She unbuckled Patrick’s belt, dropped his pants, and pushed his tie to the side. She wasn’t surprised to see how ready he was. After-church-sex was always his favorite. “I’m very happy to be here with you, Pat. Mmmmpppppphh.” She took him into her mouth, savoring the salty hit of precum. He hadn’t cum yet that day, and Donna thought she just might gobble that first load up before they joined his sisters upstairs.
Susy stepped back in from the garage to find Donna’s red head bobbing on her son’s long gadget. She was such a devoted fiancée. Susy could see the ring Patrick had given her sparkling as she milked his shaft with her left hand. Susy didn’t want to interrupt the lovebirds. Not yet. So, she stood by the door, cradling her giant belly. After a while, Patrick’s breathing quickened, and his soft grunts echoed around the kitchen. Susy was quite familiar with the signs her son was about to blow. Susy quickly pulled off her dress, and struggled out of her underwear. Patrick shook from head to toe, and emptied himself into Donna’s waiting mouth. The woman swallowed like her life depended on it, and then slumped to the side. Susy could see the twisted expression on her pretty face. Donna was getting off on Patrick’s seed. The same seed he was about to put in his mother.
“Mom?” Patrick blinked as he let the pleasure flow through him. “I didn’t see you come back in.” The sight of her nakedness took his breath away. She was fecundity personified. Every curve accentuated with ripe fullness. Her olive skin touched with stretch marks here and there. “You look … beautiful.”
“Thank you, sugar.” Susy walked up to him and took his still hard thing in her hands. She looked down at the gasping Donna, cum splattered all over her glasses and freckles. Susy turned her backside to Patrick, and stuck out her butt at him. Donna was now right under Susy’s dangling boobs. “Come home, Pat. Put your thing back where it came from. We’ve got all day with your father at the lake.”
“Yeah, okay.” Patrick shrugged out his jacket, flung his tie over his shoulder, and sunk his dick deep into his mother. He was soon pounding away, watching her ass ripple and shake.
“This is a pretty sight.” Donna called up from the floor. She could see her fiancé’s manhood stretching out Susy’s vagina from her angle down below.
“We thought we heard …” Sally came back down the stairs, completely naked. Her boobs hung heavy on her chest, just above her swollen belly.
Adeline followed her down. She was much less noticeably pregnant, but the curve of her stomach was clearly there. “Hey, no fair. You didn’t wait for us.”
The sisters hurried to join the fun.