Synopsis: A neighbor left a fledging harem unattended, and hilarity ensues.
Tags: MC, MF, MD, GR, HU
Note: "My Erotic Fiction", which means it cannot be reposted, etc. without my permission; it may be illegal or immoral for you to read; and it is all made up.
Note 2: Read Good Neighbor and GN2 first, OK?
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"Uh..."
Ah, who are we fooling. Jack and Kiki fuckeed fuckeed. They fuckeeded fuckeed until well past the point one or the other should have collapsed, but Jack's new cock and Kiki's new sex drive just kept them going and going and going... (Where the hell did that toy rabbit come from? Get it and its damn drum out of here!)
Jack did not neglect the others- each girl got a stomach, pussy, and ass-full of 100% Prime Grade A sperm so vigorous that you could almost hear the spermatozoa jumping around in the stray puddles of semen.
The early risers among them- Angel, Bunny, Sammy, and Kuni- got up at the crack of 1:30 PM Saturday afternoon. They took a warm shower and helped each other massage out the kinks before they started in on laundry, making breakfast, and cleaning up after the rough night before.
One by one the others woke to the smell of coffee, or to the sun coming through the blinds, or from the impact of being rolled off the bed so someone else could move. Even going two at a time, there was a line at the bathroom. Life in a harem is not all milk and honey.
Eventually they were all gathered in the dining room and their stomachs had some real food in them. Kiki was wrapped around Jack's leg again, gently rubbing her sex on his ankle. She well-proved her ability to fuckee fuckee, suckee suckee, and whatever the hell the politically incorrect term for anal intercourse would be in this situation- assee assee? Buttee buttee? Reamee... naw.
Angel looked Jack in the eyes. "Jack, darling. We all know this is a real mess and it is all my fault. There is a pretty obvious answer, though. Thanks to the boxes, we are eight of the best prostitutes the world has ever known. You are a good man, but you have only tapped a fraction of all the sex slave stuff the doc shoved in our brains. Any one of us could put a dent in a payment in just one night, and enjoy every second of it- if you told us to do so. With the right clients or situations, we could earn a full payment in just a few days work."
Jack did not move for a long moment. "Yeah. I know. It would be a really easy way out, but I don't think I can do it. Or, more accurately, I don't think I could let you do it. This whole mess is just so wrong, so immoral! You were kidnapped and enslaved! That's a death penalty crime, and I am guilty of it eight times over!" The girls all started to object, to argue their love for him and their dissatisfaction of their previous lives.
"Yeah, I know all that too." Jack said. "And in most ways, this is not my fault- just the wrong guy answering the wrong door in the middle of the night. But..." And he lapsed back to a brooding silence. Lily spun him around and shoved her big ol' tits in his face even as she sat on his lap.
"Jack" She said as she began to rock on his groin. "You need to relax a bit. We'll help you figure this out. OK?" He looked in her sweet face and smiled- then pushed her to the ground!
"AHHHH!" Jack's groin was in agony! The way Lily caught him made his monster cock fold almost in half as it filled! How in the hell did guys with big cocks do it? Jack was always having to adjust himself, or sleeping on it wrong. He sat on it a couple times, which really hurt and was just fucking embarrassing to boot. He had taken to going commando in loose sweats, and had no idea what he was going to do about work come Monday. Besides the awkwardness, he got really horny really often... like almost hourly.
Just last night, about 4 or so in the morning, Jack felt his dragon beast rise in its search for a damsel to deflower. Jack looked over the womanflesh piled up around him and tried to wake Kiki- she was always ready for a quickie (Jack smiled when he 'heard' how that sounded in his mind). Not being able to rouse her at all, he gently shook Sammy- after all, Sammy was the resident nympho and adored sex. She would certainly be happy to help him out! "God, Jack. Just... Can't you stick that thing in your own mouth, as big as it is? Let me sleep for a while. I'm sore and exhausted!"
Dear God! He had eight adult women programmed to fulfill his every desire, built with superhuman endurance and pussies, and he wore them out???? Now what the hell was he going to do? In the end, he just jacked-off over a random heap of women and went back to bed.
Now, however, Lily was looking at him with a pout on her face, rubbing her adorable butt. Jack begged forgiveness and helped her up. She gave him a kiss and a hug and promised he could make it up to her soon.
They got into brainstorming, following the classic rule that there are no bad ideas at this stage, and they quickly pushed the limits of bad ideas. Getting jobs were a pretty obvious choice, but the girls had a unique take on what sorts of jobs to get. They all agitated for some sort of sex industry things- out and out prostitution, movies, web sites, one-on-one sites, selling used panties, escorting, outservice massage, and so on. Somehow, the more they talked about this, the more naked they all got. Sammy suggested getting jobs at places like Hooters- they would get killer tips! That was a lot more to Jack's liking. About half of the girls had been waitstaff of some sort at some point in their lives and that got them to talking about that sort of option... until Angel mentioned that they really did not have valid ID any more.
That sparked a conversation about how they still had their old lives and identities, which triggered another about new IDs, and that sparked... Jack brought it to a halt and decided they needed to get to bed and try to get back on a more normal schedule. They would have all day Sunday to think about it, and he really needed to be able to wake up on Monday to get back to work.
As Jack sat nude in his dining room chair, Angel came to him to kiss him goodnight. Angel had a special place in Jack's heart as his 'first', and dearly loved kissing her, especially when she seemed determined to get a rise out of him. Her soft, warm lips and light perfume would be enough to capture his full attention, as were her warm breasts on his chest and shoulders. But what really locked up his mind was her delicate fondling of his rising shaft and Large Grade A egg-sized balls. He began to moan and started to massage her large tits and rub her thick nipples in his fingers.
The dining room chairs were just straight-backed wooden things with no arms, so it was easy for Angel to straddle Jack and slip his monster cock into her waiting sheath. It was surprisingly gentle and tender sex- the chair rocked and creaked a bit but did not collapse (as had three other pieces of furniture in the house so far.) Long, slow, shivering withdrawals, then moaningly pleasant returns. Jack's eyes were closed but he still heard other noises around them as the others of his little club sought their own releases.
After a dozen or so teasing strokes, Angel touched her forehead to his and began to bear down, his thick sausage in her meat-grinder of a pussy, driven by her powerhouse hips. They were soon grunting as Jack tried to grab her hips and ass, and tits, and neck at the same time and his mouth was just wandering around randomly on whatever parts of her he could reach. She was puffing and panting as her tendons began to creak and pop with her efforts. They reached their peaks at the same time, crying out in their rapture as most of the other girls watched and smiled... or rubbed themselves... or each other.
A little later, they decided to get some shopping done. The girls may have not been the most intelligent group on Earth, but they could organize and follow orders like nobody's business. Lists were made, assignments given, and they hit the stores like a small swarm of incredibly sexy locusts... which is actually a really bad mental image.
The girls broke into natural teams- first four and new four, the 'big girls' (Angel, Sammy, Ginger, and Bunny) and the 'little girls' (Kuni, Kiki, and Lily. Candy was in-between, so tended to hang with the smaller girls, but also worked with the other group well), 'sister' pairs of who processed whom, hair color groupings, etc. In this case, they worked as 'sisters' and in hindsight, it may have been a mistake to send Ginger and Sammy on the particular assignment they got.
They hit Wally World and got a lot of basic needs with the 'assistance' of a strapping young man or four... each. Ginger and Sammy worked them like they were string puppets- they did all the fetching and toting, even helping load the car. They damn near paid for the stuff, too. The girls, dressed as usual in clothes that would be skimpy on short flat-chested women, had created a visible shock wave as they moved through the store. They giggled at the fact that whatever aisle they were in always seemed to be rather crowded with guys who were just... browsing for whatever happened to be handy. One young man seemed to be intently studying the ingredients in a douche.
That, however, was not the mistake. As they drove from Wally World, they noticed the sign for Dr. Bob's Romance Superstore and decided that they needed to stop there for the things they did not find at Wally World ('We can't get this brand of lube, it tastes horrible!') Now, Dr. Bob's tries to be a 'nice' and upbeat place, focusing on 'marital aids' and lingerie, but they do have a rather extensive back room and a somewhat sketchy clientele for the most part. Dropping two drop-dead gorgeous woman exuding sex from every pore and showing more perfect skin than a typical women's swim team can pull together was... well, let's just say it was not likely to win "Best Idea of the Year".
Heads inside the store snapped towards the doorway so fast you could hear the vertebra popping. By the time the two were fully in the store, every male in the place was erect and 100% controlled by his primitive ape brain. Off in whatever control room runs the galaxy, you could hear a voice: "Activate full melt-down in five... four... three...".
In the legends that grew from the events that followed, it is never clear exactly what happened. The 'Mailman's Story' has it that the babe barely in green (Ginger) dropped her purse and bent over to pick it up. 'Timothy D.'s Tale' holds that the bodacious bitch in hot pink (Sammy) got her top snagged on some merchandise and it tore off, flashing the entire store. Some hold that it was a mass hallucination, or maybe even a false memory implanted by aliens. After all, what human women could or would possibly make every man there cum- simultaneously, according to legend- until the men all passed out? All without using their mouths or ever getting naked?
The mainstream media ran a story about it, but attributed the incident to a gas leak that made the guys pass out. Supposedly, since it was in a sex store, they had a remarkably similar set of hallucinations, possibly inspired by some video that may or may not have been showing at the time. The government sent out their own investigators, who confiscated the security footage, which never seen again (although there is a persistent rumor that a certain office in the midwest had a really happy male staff from that time since). The store built a small shrine to the 'titanic, terrific twins' with a reward for any information leading to the identity of either woman. (Sadly, none of Jack's harem ever saw the offer!)
By the time the girls got home, they looked immaculate and no one would have been any the wiser except that Sammy's purse fell open and a couple dozen men's undies fell out. "Darn it! What am I supposed to do with these? Oh, gross- some of them have phone numbers written on them!" When Jack asked what happened, both girls replied, in total guilelessness, "Nothing special. Why?"
