The Ponytail Express

Ponytail Express

Chapter 19: Guessing games

Fred missed Deb.

Still, he found himself in a highly enjoyable situation. With his eyes closed, he let his other senses relay information.

Niamh slept against him on his right, her legs by his head. She had an arm wrapped around his thigh, her breasts grazed his hip. Mia was on his left, snoring fitfully, inches from his face. Her breath smelled sweet and tangy, which Fred found interesting considering all the nasty places her mouth had been. They all should have smelled horrible, but thanks to the ScSc, stink wasn't something they had to worry about.

Sex with the cousins had been satisfyingly intimate. He'd shot multiple batches of his seed into the sexy pair, ensuring their impregnation. Even asleep, Mia and Niamh bore the telltale signs of being in heat. A light sheen of sweat was present on Mia and himself, but Niamh's pale body was cool.

Fred was aware of another woman in the room as well. Oni stood at the foot of the bed. Eyes still closed, he could hear her light breathing, and smell her unique scent. Her body was in heat, like the others. He was curious why she just stood there, naked.

He knew Oni enough to know emotionally she was still dealing with several factors. Whatever her reasons, her presence made him even happier. He grinned.

"Good morning, Oni," he whispered.

"Good morning, my Love," she spoke with that sweet, silken voice laced with desire. Fred detected an additional note of pride.

"Do you approve of what happened last night?" He asked.

"If you got them both pregnant last night, then I'd say 'it's about time.' Our child should have playmates."

"Oh," Fred whispered, "our child won't be alone."

"I know," she said. "They smell pregnant. Does that sound weird?"

"Oni, I'm getting to where 'odd' is an everyday occurrence. You, however, are turned on right now."

He could almost see that seductive smile. "I am, Love."

"I just realized something," Fred said.

"What's that?"

"I can't impregnate someone who isn't part of the harem."

"Are you sure?" Oni asked.

Fred's eyes opened. "Yeah."

Niamh's eyes opened. For a second, she thought she had dreamed last night, but she felt the collar around her neck. It all really happened. She sighed in relief.

"Morning, Sir," she said, grinning. The pale beauty planted a series of light kisses on his thigh. The urge to suck his cock was almost overpowering. The knowledge that she was forever his made her shiver with passion.

"Morning, Niamh."

"I'm pretty sure that Sir knocked me up last night. Can you tell?"

"Knocked you waaaay the hell up," Fred said, chuckling lightly.

"Morning, Oni. You look sexy as hell this morning," Niamh spoke, noticing the dark beauty's presence at the foot of the bed.

"Niamh," Oni responded. "You're looking freshly fucked this morning. Did you sleep well?"

She yawned. "Yes. I dreamed about Sir's incredible cock. I think it got thicker last night."

Fred tsked. "Did not."

Niamh reached over to give Mia's ass a good, loud smack to wake her up.

The redhead's head shot up in surprise. "I'll be bad Santa," she mumbled, partly awake and still in a haze.

"I figured out why Deb hasn't gotten pregnant yet," Fred said, more to himself than to anyone else in the room. He chuckled lightly at Mia's reaction to getting that sexy, round ass smacked.

"A stubborn womb?" Oni said, getting into bed on Niamh's side. The women greeted each other with an embrace and a slow, intimate kiss on the lips, their tongues dueling playfully.

"Softball season, Oni. She doesn't want to get impregnated until after the Ponytail Express wins the championship," Fred spoke, his hands roaming over the bleary-eyed redhead.

"That's fucked up," Mia said. Her eyes were closed, but she wiggled her body into Fred's. he felt her breasts crush up against his chest. Warm liquid trailed down his chest and side. He grabbed a handful of her teat, sucking on the engorged nipple.

"Oooo, that's what they call tit for tat," Mia cooed.

"Keeping abreast of things?" Niamh asked, pinching Oni's ass.

"I wouldn't call it absurd," Oni said, kissing down Niamh's neck until her lips fastened around one of her dark, rounded nipples.

Fred wouldn't call what trickled into his mouth and down his throat milk. It was more like concentrated nectar, capable of invigorating other harem members, but him especially. His cock immediately hardened, making him feel like he could beat someone to death with his erection.

"That feels good, Fred. Holy shit, your cock should have its own fucking zip code. Every time I see it, I keep thinking how much I want that inside my vagina."

Oni said, "Are you wondering why I came to join you this morning?"

"You never need a reason to get some quality cock," Mia said, her low drawl even huskier because of her tit getting sucked.

Niamh sighed as she cradled Oni's pretty head, fingers entwining through the dark, shiny locks. "I don't know, but I'm glad you came, Oni."

Fred came off sucking Mia's juicy tit with an audible pop, making the busty wench twitch. Her breast glistened with both his saliva and the nourishing liquid oozing out.

"Is everything okay, Oni?" Fred asked, looking over.

It could have been a trick of the eyes or just the continuing madness of the last couple of weeks, but the dark-haired beauty looked more beautiful today. Like Mia and himself, Oni's body was shiny with sweat. Deb, Mia, and Oni were running hotter than usual, almost feverish. Fred suspected this was due to changes being made at a biochemical level to their bodies.

He needed a medical expert to reassure him there would be no side effects aside from the complete devotion of his women. The absolute devotion of his women made his cock swell.

It was important to Fred each woman gave their bodies to him. The drive to inseminate his harem with his seed was overpowering. He would never breed by force, but it was the conclusion they would all eventually come to. Tandy wasn't an exception; they all would have the choice.

Oni squared up on her pale but attractive harem sister. "I think so. I discovered something I'd like to show you all. Niamh, would it be okay if I munched on your cunt?"

Niamh giggled, followed by Mia's chuckle and lopsided grin.

"I'll allow it," Niamh said in a soft, sing-song tone that made it sound like she was trying to be royalty.

Fred grinned, kissing Mia on her deliciously freckled collarbone. He noticed the redhead had fewer freckles than usual. Her skin looked healthier than ever. It went the same for Niamh, who circumvented the worst of any withdrawal symptoms, thanks to a daily dose of Fred's pheromones. Thanks to a generous helping of his baby batter.

"Here we go," Oni said, positioning herself in between Niamh's creamy thighs.

Niamh spread her legs wide, making room for the lithe young woman's face.

"Oh. That's good I..." Niamh's eyes went wide and her hips bucked. Her look was both arousal and shock.

"Fuck, Oni, what are you..?" the pale beauty asked. It was difficult for Fred and Mia to see, but obviously Oni was doing something with her tongue to induce an almost instantaneous orgasm in Niamh. Her hips started moving as it became clear Oni was tongue-fucking the ever-loving hell out of the former whore.

"Your tongue is like a cock!" Niamh spoke, her voice a soft, plaintive whisper as she toppled tea over kettle into the world of continuous orgasmic pleasure.

"Holy fuck," Mia murmured. "She's got a fucking snake tongue."

Fred was curious and aroused. It was time to take control. "Oni, show me more. Suck my cock."

The dark-haired beauty immediately withdrew herself from the V in Niamh's thighs, crawling over to her Love with the nubile grace of a tigress. Her face wore a mix of both sexual abandon and utter devotion. Her mouth and chin were smeared with Niamh's pussy juices.

Fred met her mouth with his own, enjoying Oni's new tongue and the familiar taste of one of his prize whores.

He knew the other harem sisters would see it as another substitute cock, but it was definitely still a tongue. Larger, meatier, and tastier somehow. Fred could clearly taste both Niamh and Thalina on Oni's tongue. She'd visited the dark-skinned PC nerd last night for some lovemaking.

"Yours forever," she whispered as they tongue-wrestled.

Fred grinned as Mia interjected herself into the coupling, engaging Oni in an erotic bout of french kissing.

"Fuck," the redhead spoke, her tone almost reverent as her own skilled tongue met its match in a tongue duel with Oni's improved model.

Oni sucked on Mia's tit by twirling her tongue around the nipple, almost like a small tentacle. She then squeezed out a healthy dollop of cream into her mouth before unwrapping Mia's titflesh.

"That felt freaky-fucking-deaky," Mia said, grinning. "Jet engine fuel hot as fuck."

Fred nodded because he knew where Oni was going. Switching from the redhead, she complied with her future husband's request, positioning herself above the cock she craved.

The cock they all craved.

Niamh recovered and was on Oni's right. Mia was on her left. The three women were all just inches from their master's cock. The trio shared a three-way kiss, Oni's new tongue seeming to lavish attention on both the cousins. Fred thought it was incredibly erotic.

Oni went to work, but pulled her mouth off to show her tongue entwined in a circle around his glans and frenulum as Niamh and Mia watched, entranced by the lewd sight.

"So fucking hot," Niamh spoke softly.

"It's almost like tentacle porn," Mia announced. "Have you measured that fucking monster?"

Oni shook her head, too busy jacking off her Love with her tongue.

Mia and Niamh gave in to desire and started licking both Oni's tongue and Fred's cock from both sides, rotating at the balls and underside of his prick. Every once in a while, Oni's lips would engulf the hard cock, coating it with her saliva, deep throating him while lathing her magnificent tongue across the glorious cock.

Oni's mind nearly went blank with desire as the taste of Fred's cock overwhelmed her. Even though she'd been thoroughly bred, she wanted to be collared and tattooed like Mia and Deb. Every time with Fred was better than the last. His cock tasted better than it ever had. She could taste both Mia and Niamh, as well as herself and Alexandra.

Oni pulled her mouth away from Fred's glorious cock as her tongue jacked him off. The first rope of his cum spattered the inside of her mouth and upper lip. Using her tongue, she repositioned Fred's enormous cock so his next spurt landed on Mia's face, then moved it so the third hit Niamh's lips.

Oni counted nine spurts of cum before engulfing his cock with her mouth. She realized Fred wasn't just her future husband. He was her master.

Oni existed for his enjoyment. Any woman, anything he wanted, she would do anything for him.

"Please collar and tattoo me," she asked, her lips and chin smeared with copious amounts of his seed.

"A collar would be so sexy," Niamh agreed.

"Pick out your own collar," Fred spoke. "I'm going to encourage you to get your own collar and tattoo. I want you to get something that signifies your love and devotion."

"Yes, my love," Oni obeyed, nearly beaming with happiness.

"I'm your slut slave, sir." Niamh announced, licking his cum off Oni's nose.

"We're all your women now, Fred. Just please, pinky swear you won't go Charlie Manson or James Jones on us, because at this point, I think we would follow you there."

Mia was half-joking, half-serious.

"I can promise you I won't go David Koresh," he spoke. "Given what we've been through, what I want to do is marry you, and try to work on making the Ponytail Express all it can be."

His hard cock still twitched with need. He took Oni's face with both hands before sliding his cock into the warm recesses of the dark beauty's eager mouth. Her response didn't surprise him in the least. She took the initiative, deep throating his prick while palming his ass. It was crystal clear she wanted as much of him down her throat as possible. She eagerly began to throat fuck her master.

"My filthy slave slut body belongs to you, sir," Niamh said, giving him plenty of adoring eye contact. Fred loved the way she talked dirty to him. The soft notes of her voice were dripping with desire.

"My freckly ass belongs to you, Fred. I want you to use me like a rented mule," Mia spoke with her lopsided grin. Her dirty talk was more comedic than sexy, but that was what he loved about her.

"You can call me Fred, but if you really want to keep me hard, call me master or sir."

"How about Jedi?" Mia asked, teasing.

"Sith would be more accurate," Fred spoke. "But try not to force your humor."

Mia groaned. "That's a horrible pun."

"Careful," Fred spoke, "or I'll impale you with my light saber."

"If you suck his cock, he'll stop with the puns," Oni said.

With that, the trio dispensed with the playful banter and went into overdrive on the hardcore sex. It was an outstanding way to start Thursday morning. It was also the most challenging day of Finals week.

Fred sighed as the sexy, beautiful trio coaxed another load of cum out of him. They shared his seed with each other in an erotic demonstration that only fueled his own desire. He chose Oni, picking her up and fucking her while standing. He held her lithe, sweaty body easily. She felt light as a feather to him, and her cunt massaged his manhood in all the right places as he ravaged her sodden pussy.

He wet his hair down, but didn't shower. He wanted to leave as much sex on his body as humanly possible. He felt refreshed and ready to take on the world, leaving behind the sounds of three women indulging in group sex.

He had lunch with Deb and Jessica, pleasantly surprised by their dynamic. He was sad the current priority was making sure finals were passed, but he arranged a mulligan session inside the conference room he'd signed up for.

Thanks to his heightened senses, Fred noticed a small team of "students" observing his activities. Since he was curious, scent tagging one of them became a secondary priority. He tried to memorize the would-be observers by their unique scents. While outside, it was difficult to tag, but one of his would-be followers made the mistake of going indoors. They stank of Marcus and one other scent that remained closed to him. There was something familiar about it, but he couldn't key on either who or what it was. It frustrated him. Not knowing what Ned Stallings smelled like, he lacked the frame of reference to confirm if Deb's father was the mastermind. Fred couldn't wait for Sunday to come fast enough.

With the last of Thursday's tests behind him, he celebrated by having sex with the Boltzman twins in the student union conference room. He fed each a generous portion of his seed, bringing the sisters further into the harem.

Fred found Mary's piercings to be unique and sexy in their own way. The idea of using a combination of collars, piercings and tattoos to illustrate a pecking order in the growing harem appealed to him.

Afterwards, he sat in the conference room, trying to figure out why the experience with the twins had fallen flat. The sex was fine. The women had been perfectly willing. It just hadn't landed like he thought it would.

"Am I a victim of my own expectations?" Fred asked an empty room.

There was a knock at the door. Fred got up, wondering who it could be. A few students were walking in the hallway, but there was no one there. A quick sniff told him it was The Chameleon. It didn't matter what she looked like when it was child's play to follow the scent.

It led him to the men's bathroom. He walked in, and there were two stalls and two urinals. He knew she was in the second stall.

He knocked, and the door unlatched and opened. A pretty young woman with cinnamon skin and auburn hair made room for him. She wore a blouse with a headscarf.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Fred asked, stepping into the stall.

"How much does Marcus know?" she asked, unbuttoning her blouse with long, slender fingers.

"He knows I know about you," Fred answered, unbuttoning his shorts, then taking them down. His cock had been inside five mouths, five pussies, and one asshole so far. He wasn't surprised when she began blowing him enthusiastically. He realized she was reveling in the combination of all the tastes. Fred added the twin's pheromones to the mix, further adding to his influence. As Fred began fucking her face, she looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, humming around his stiff prick.

It wasn't long before Fred grunted, coming inside her mouth while someone was busy relieving themselves at a urinal. She couldn't handle the massive load as it spurted out of her mouth onto the floor.

Once the man had left, Fred pulled her up.

"Face the wall. I'm going to fuck you."

"Do I have a choice?" Chameleon asked, voice quivering with excitement.

"Do you want me to fuck you or not?" he asked.

She answered him by slowly turning to face the wall, sticking her proud, toned ass out. She swiveled her hips seductively. Fred almost said, "Good girl," but thought better of it.

Her body was lean and athletic, her pussy tight and buttery. Her body warmed to him and the sounds she made communicated how much she appreciated the cock inside of her.

As Fred plowed into her velvety depths, Chameleon's body began changing complexion and shape. He felt her skin shift and alter. Instead of being weirded out, it just made Fred harder. The need he hadn't felt in the company of the twins was in full effect with this unique creature. He varied his thrusts, grabbing her hair and pulling it even as her silken tresses changed both length and color.

He felt the maddening urge to add her to the harem. Fred told himself it would be beneficial, mainly because children from her womb would be unique and in demand. Just like Deb's.

How the fuck did he know that? And who did she work for?

Questions gave way to Fred's need to empty his balls into the creature he was deep dicking. Primal instincts won out, and he grinned while his hips trip hammered into the drenched cunt of the unique creature. The young man knew her body appreciated the improvement in his own sexual prowess and physique since their last encounter, willingly surrendering her body. He stopped his own hips, and she took up the slack, grinding her sex into his anvil of a cock, establishing her own erotic rhythm.

That knowledge, coupled with the spasms of her molten cunt, sent Fred over the precipice. He began unloading into her tight, velvety quim.

"You're incredible, Fred," she said, her voice a whimper.

Standing behind her sweaty olive complexioned body, he pulled her up, turning her by the chin to stick his tongue into her mouth. She sucked on it with abandon.

He pulled away from her slightly. "Call me master."

"I cannot serve two masters."

"That's a problem for the other guy. Pledge yourself to me."

"I just did... Master," she answered.

"From now on, you serve me and only me."

She could only look down. "Okay, Master."

"You'll report to Thalina. She works in the library basement. I still want you to maintain a stealthy presence, but I expect both your loyalty and devotion to both me and to the harem you are now a part of."

"You have it, master," she said, her breath coming in more rapidly. She was getting off on calling him that.

"I am going to expect you to get both a collar and tattoo as a token of your affection. I'm also going to breed you."

She turned to look at him, incredulous. "Make me with child?"

Fred returned a stern, challenging look before nodding. "Yeah, when you're ready."

"It's not physically possible for someone like me to get pregnant."