VY Ch. 04-07

"Sounds good to me," said Braedon.

As he reached out to the table to continue where he left off yesterday, Bernadette reached over and pulled down his shorts. "I'm glad you made it easy to access this time!" Wasting no time, she started sucking and licking the head of his flaccid, but still sizable member, enjoying every inch as it grew towards its full potential. After about half-hour of this, she removed her top, revealing a sexy see-through bra.

She then removed the bra and slid his already impressive manhood between her breasts, using them to rub his shaft while she continued to suck and lick the head. This went on for quite some time, at a leisurely pace, while Braedon did his best to keep at least part of his attention on the hundreds of candidates.

While this was going on, Braedon failed to notice that Bernadette had rubbed her breasts. He looked down, though, when he heard her moan more forcefully and saw that she was pinching her own nipples. This was really getting exciting, more so than just a run-of-the-mill blow job! Putting as much attention as he could muster back into the candidate selection, he felt like he was reaching the limit of how much he could grow.

Bernadette had moved on to rubbing her mound under her frilly skirt and was letting her huge breasts sway with her movements. The next time Braedon looked down to see what she was doing, besides the obvious, he saw she'd got her skirt hiked up in front and was clearly fingering her clit.

They heard the table chirp, and Eve announced they had five minutes left in the appointment, and four hours of approved extension time. Fully intending to honor her agreement for them to "take a break" she let him slide out of her mouth - not a simple thing to do when you've got a forearm-length of rippled dick down your throat.

Without saying a word, she stood up and bent over the table. "Eve, I want a video record of this session, and access restricted to my husband only."

"Command confirmed, Mrs. Owens, I will retain the recordings taken by holographic sensors in the table and restrict access to Mr. Braedon Owens. Recording will continue through the end of the extension time slot."

"Go ahead, hubby, time to fuck a baby into me."

Braedon positioned himself behind her, and using the saliva covering his cock, he worked his way inside her tight pussy. Initially, he met resistance, and he considered the possibility that he might be too big for her, at least for now. Then he felt her lips spread open, and the head slipped in a little. He used this to his advantage, and started sliding the tip back and forth, enough so that he could stretch her out and use the lubrication she'd drawn out with her fingering herself before.

"Please go steady though, Braedon," she pleaded. "It's been a long time since I've had anything inside me... and never one that big!"

He paused for a few moments to allow Bernadette's pussy to get accustomed to the massive intruder. Then he felt her muscles relax somewhat, and he took the opportunity to ease forward. Bernadette felt like she was being split in half, but desperately wanted to accept and enjoy her new husband's monumental cock.

"Okay, when I tell you to go, I want you to shove yourself right in, but don't pull out immediately. One... Two... Three...... Four... GO!"

Bernadette breathed out to relax her vaginal muscles, and Braedon thrusted forward hard, slamming hard against her cervix. "OUCH! Motherfucker, did that hurt!"

Just then, Eve spoke. "First appointment time complete. Retracting privacy curtain." Still reeling from the pain of being skewered on Braedon's huge pole, Bernadette could not respond to Eve to cancel the retraction. Then, feeling the steel grip on his cock loosening a little more, Braedon took the hint that he could begin his thrusting now. Unconcerned about interruptions, with the two of them being the only ones in the office, he started moving in and out slowly.

After a few minutes, Braedon built a steady pace of thrusting and soon after, Bernadette synchronized the thrusting of her hips back into him with each downstroke. They were so in sync with enhancing their mutual pleasure neither one noticed that someone had entered the office behind them.

"Am I interrupting something?" Braedon and Bernadette both turned their heads quickly to see none other than Savannah, Braedon's wife, the one whom with he already had a child, and had lived with for many years, standing behind them with her hands firmly planted on her hips.

Shocked stupid, Braedon froze his thrusting immediately, and tried to explain to his first wife, "Babe, it's not what you're thinking! I wasn't cheating on you, I promise!"

Savannah stated, "Oh, it certainly looks like you're having sex with another woman. Don't worry though, because I know you aren't cheating on me. And by all means, don't let me stop you fucking her horny snatch."

Braedon pleaded, "Babe, you don't understand. Please, don't be upset. I would never do anything to hurt you."

"I know you wouldn't, silly," assured Savannah. "I've been preparing myself for this moment ever since that agent talked to me the day they took you away. The least you could do, though, is to introduce us."

Braedon paused for a moment to gauge if Savannah was serious about not being angry.

"Savannah, this is..."

Bernadette cut him off, extended her hand out to Savannah and said, "The woman Braedon has his man-missile inside of is Bernadette, his second wife." Braedon coughed, not believing how Bernadette had just introduced herself.

Extending out her hand to shake hands, Savannah said, "Bernadette, it's a tremendous pleasure to meet you! I can certainly see how our husband took a liking to you. Like I said before, there's no need to stop what you were doing."

"Well, it's certainly a pleasure to meet the fellow Mrs. Owens, the first sister-wife I've ever had. You are more than welcome to join in if you'd like." But Savannah, remembering the pussy pounding she took this morning in the shower, thanked her, yet told them she'd like to just sit back and watch if they didn't mind. Neither Braedon nor Bernadette objected to this, and while Savannah pulled up a nearby chair, Bernadette drove her hips back into Braedon.

The two then continued their thrusting back and forth into each other as Savannah watched on. From this vantage point, she could tell with absolute certainty now that Braedon had become significantly larger than usual. Every time he thrust into Bernadette's dripping-wet cunt, Savannah could visibly tell that he had bottomed out because his massive shaft would bend slightly. She couldn't be certain how long exactly he was while they were in the heat of the moment. Not that it really mattered anyway, as watching the action had gotten Savannah worked up as well, and she couldn't resist fingering herself.

As Braedon and Bernadette progressed, his thrusting quickened to the point where his massive tree trunk became a blur, until finally Bernadette's entire body seemed to clamp down, and Braedon became stuck, fully lodged in her pussy, and ready to detonate his impregnation warhead. This didn't stop him from trying to continue the thrusting he had been so focused on, and with a mighty groan, both of them orgasmed together.

This was one of the coolest, and most exciting parts of watching them for Savannah, as for the first time, she had the perfect angle to see her husband's excessively large ball sack jump at least three-inches in height to flood Bernadette's pussy with his cum.

Even wilder though, was that after pumping the first load of cum, his ball sack dropped back down even lower than it was first hanging, and then jumped back up to the same height again for him to pump another load of cum, which gushed out the sides of Bernadette's pussy lips. Then it dropped yet again, and even lower this time and like before jumped back up, and this time she saw Bernadette's eyes fly open, and her jaw drop.

Again, and again this kept happening until Bernadette could take no more, and collapsed on top of the tabletop. Braedon wasn't done blasting loads of cum from his fire hose, though, and blasted another load across her back, and then across her ass cheek.

Finally spent, Braedon fell backwards in his chair, letting loose one last spurt of cum, which flew high into the air, to land directly on Bernadette's rosebud. This was too much for Savannah, and it pushed her over the edge as she experienced her own orgasm. After a minute or so, Bernadette turned over on the table, continuing to gush loads of cum from her pussy.

"That... was... AMAZING! I don't know how you ever managed to keep this man to yourself all this time." Savannah, finally coming down from her own high, responded that while he was generally good in bed, he had become so much more in the past month since they last saw each other.

"So, he wasn't always this big, or produce this much cum before?" Bernadette asked.

"No, I mean, he was longer than average, and he was pretty thick. He only on rare occasions had a large amount of cum shoot out, and never anywhere remotely close to how much he put in me this morning!"

"Well, that is very odd. All the staff at the various facilities are briefed on all the medical treatments the males go through for processing, but the only treatment that affected that last one was the cocktail to make him temporarily release all his semen and seminal fluid in the span of about sixty seconds. But that cocktail was supposed to break down after no more than ten minutes. It's been days since they administered it, so it should be completely out of his system."

Whatever the cause of his newfound male sexual prowess, neither wife was complaining, so they agreed to keep it to themselves. Having only about two hours left to get through the last of the candidates, both wives retired to the small private lounge area while Braedon finished his selections.

Once inside the private lounge, the wives looked at each other, both feeling euphoric and very relaxed. Bernadette broke the silence, asking Savannah how she was dealing with all these changes in her life since they drafted Braedon into the program. Savannah, still breathless, thought about this for a few moments, considering the sudden departure the first day and the discussions she had with the agents since her husband was taken, and the revelation that their strictly monogamous marriage was now to become a very large plural marriage.

"It has, honestly, been a lot to take in, and I really don't think the full gravity of all this has fully set in for me. While I understand that this is not something that Braedon had any choice in, I still can't help but feel like he is being given a free pass to cheat on me with unlimited women for the rest of his life, with no one so much as batting an eyelash."

"I totally get that, Savannah," Bernadette responded, touching Savannah's shoulder, "and the way the government dropped this bombshell on all these married women with basically no notice was really uncalled for. You don't have to worry about me trying to come between you and Braedon, I want to assure you. I have the utmost respect for your existing marriage and your daughter, and I would never do anything to jeopardize your family's happiness."

"Well, that certainly puts me more at ease and I appreciate you being so understanding while I come to terms with everything that's happening lately." Savannah teared up as she reached forward to hug Bernadette.

As the two women held each other in a deep embrace, the feeling of their naked breasts pressing against each other, the aroma of the pheromones wafting off their skin and the residual high from their recent orgasms, brought an inner heat throughout their bodies from their bellies and further up into their chests.

As they continue to embrace each other, they turned their heads to look each other in the eyes, recognizing their mutual passion for Braedon, their shared desire for intimacy, their common yearning to have a family with beautiful loving children. It drew Bernadette into Savannah's deep chocolate-brown eyes, rich with lust, like a large coffee mug of sexual espresso. Savannah gazed into Bernadette's alluring blue eyes, captivating her like the Caribbean waters promising to surround you in its sensual heat.

As they lost themselves in each other's eyes, they steadily move closer to each other's faces. No words were spoken. The warmth in their chests rushed into their cheeks as a burning flame of desire burned. Savannah hesitated momentarily as she had never been intimate with a woman before, and yet she wanted so desperately to feel Bernadette's lips on her own.

Bernadette, sensing how nervous Savannah was, took the initiative and leaned forward further, opening her lips slightly. Just before their lips meet, Bernadette moved her hands from around Savannah's shoulders up the sides of her neck to the sides of her face, her fingertips just behind her ears.

With her fingers caressing such a sensitive erogenous zone, combined with the heat of passion overwhelming her, Bernadette extended the tip of her tongue between her lips at the moment their lips meet. Like the rush of a surfer riding an immense tidal wave, their combined mawkishness joined as their tongues met.

Both of them were a little scared, but so in touch with each other, connected by their mutual feelings for Braedon and their eagerness to explore their newfound desire for each other. As they playfully slid their tongues together, the fires of their passions rose to a crescendo as they slowly started moving their hands down each other's bodies.

Savanna slid her left hand down to gently cup Bernadette's right breast, caressing her small soft nipple, while Bernadette moved her right hand down, sliding her fingertips seductively down Savannah's back, eliciting an electric rush from her forehead, down her spine, plummeting into the depths of her hips and straight into her groin.

Bernadette continued the path down to the small of her back as Savannah used her right hand to eagerly pull Bernadette close, as she slid her tongue deep into her mouth, tasting the remnants of her husband's delicious cock. This was too much for Bernadette, and her animalistic lust got the better of her as she brought her hand around in front of Savannah and slid one of her slender fingers into her wetness.

Now it was Savannah's turn to be overwhelmed as she leaned back against her side of the lounger and let out a soft moan into Bernadette's mouth. This is exactly what Savannah had been missing all these years - another woman able to connect with her on a level her husband never could, being a man.

Bernadette broke their kiss to move her mouth to one of Savannah's breasts, teasing her love nub with her tongue, tracing the outer edges of her areola before returning to wrap the tip of her tongue around the sides of her growing nipple. This felt so amazing, and it reminded her of how her husband enjoyed sucking on her nipples while squeezing her breasts in his firm hands.

Savannah was being filled with a desire she had never had before, one she couldn't quite put her finger on, or in. Bernadette then started moving down again from her breast, down her stomach, approaching the firestorm that was brewing down below.

Like a lightning bolt in her mind, Savannah recognized what she was craving and quickly leaned up, flipping Bernadette on to her back, her large breasts flying in the air as they were temporarily freed from gravity. Savannah then spun around to bury her face in Bernadette's freshly shaven, moist cunt while lowering her hips to Bernadette so that she could dive right in. Bernadette, still being caught a little off guard with Savannah's impulsive and sudden voracity, took some of Savannah's protruding lips in her mouth, sucking them in and out of her mouth, rubbing them against the inside of her cheek and the underside of her tongue.

Both of them were so turned on and in the throes of passion, they lost themselves completely and before they knew it, were on the verge of filling each other's mouths with their sweet nectar. Unable, and unwilling to hold back, they release the full intensity of their taboo lust for one another, resulting in a fountain filling each other's mouths and spilling over to cover their faces. At this point, Savannah realized something new.

Whereas she had never really found her husband's cum to be particularly tasty during the first years of their marriage, she found he had taken on a new scent and a deliciously satisfying flavor, which she happily lapped up in great quantities from Bernadette's flooded, gushing pussy.

About an hour later, Braedon walked up to the private area. "Enjoying yourselves ladies?" Savannah turned, and with her face covered in pussy juice and dripping globs of cum all over her face, replied, "Mmmm... you bet we are! I've tasted nothing quite so delicious. I just might give up turkey gravy and have your baby gravy on my mashed potatoes going forward!"

After cleaning up Bernadette, the two wives sucked their husband dry and lick his shaft and ball sack clean. Eventually, they heard Eve announce they had reached the end of the extension appointment. So, they all three got dressed; then Eve saved the recording to a flash drive and created a shipment order for it to be delivered and uploaded to the server at his new house when completed.

During the remainder of the last week of processing, Braedon and his two wives worked with the interior decorator to choose the finishing touches on the new house. At the same time, the other candidates were notified via encrypted email and, as they confirmed they agreed with the male selecting them, they packed their belongings, and awaited the planes they would board to all meet up at the new house.

Chapter 6: House Rules and the Dawn of New Life

With construction and finishing touches of the homes underway for all the males, the families were given instructions on new federally mandated regulations for the program participants. They were also informed of activities they will be prohibited from engaging in, that may be legal for non-program citizens, as well as policies and procedures for things like travel to destinations outside the family grounds and other details that would affect their daily lives. Beyond the federally mandated requirements would be the "House Rules" that would be developed by a minimum of ten wives and the male head of house.

It was Thursday morning, and Braedon woke up to the AI Eve chiming his wristband. Once the wristband accelerometer detected his hand's movement, Eve informed him he had priority messages waiting for him. Turning his head to the left, he saw Savannah sleeping peacefully next to him on her side, with her left arm resting on his chest. He was so relieved to find his wife so accepting of his new role as husband to another Mrs. Owens.

More than anything, he needed Savannah in his life to get through the trials and tribulations that he would face in the coming years, as husband to potentially hundreds, if not thousands, of wives and the many thousands, or tens of thousands, of children he was expected to father.

With his thoughts turning to the new wives he would take on, he turned his head to his right to see Bernadette snuggled up, with one of her very large breasts lying on his right arm. At first, he'd thought she was still sleeping like Savannah... at least until he felt a hand moving under the covers. Watching her, though, she never opened her eyes or made any facial movements as if she were still deep in slumber. He turned his head back to look at Savannah and just the same; she didn't open her eyes and no facial expressions made him think she had woken.

Something was bothering him about how the hand felt, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it, despite the hand now putting what felt like fingernails lightly scraping the sides of the tip of his penis. Then it occurred to him why it seemed odd. The hand was touching him from below his hips. It couldn't possibly be either of his wives that were next to him in bed, so the question now was...