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Quaranteam – Book 1: Part 16

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Quaranteam – Book 1: Part 16
The girls play a game with Andy on the day of the interview.

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Chapter 30

It came as a complete surprise to Andy when he awoke to find

that opening his eyes had no effect. More than a moment passed before he
realized what had happened, and it was with a bit of confusion that he realized
he had awoken blindfolded.

He went to lift his right arm to remove the blindfold, and

realized there was a warm body resting over it. He began to try and lift the
left arm instead, and found the same there, another warm body keeping his arm
in place. He tried to slip one of his arms back, and felt a soft hand squeeze
on his, holding him in place.

"Looks like someone's awake," Sarah whispered into

his left ear, her teeth nibbling on the earlobe.

"I wondered how long he was gonna sleep in," Ash

whispered into his right ear, letting her tongue trail along the shell of it.
"But now that he's awake, th' fun can begin."

Andy gave a tug of one of his arms, only to realize he had

restraints around his wrists, and that they were likely connected to the bedframe.
For a moment, he felt nervous. Like most people, he didn't enjoy being held
captive, but after a moment, the anxiousness passed. Ash and Sarah were here,
so he couldn't be in all that much of trouble.

Today was the day of the interview, and so he'd sort of

suspected the girls would do something to keep his mind off of it until it was
time to talk to the reporter. They'd been a little gossipy and whispery last
night. He'd guessed they were up to something, and this was apparently it. A
morning being blindfolded.

"Relax, love," Ash said from his right side, her

form clearly naked, as he could feel her stiff nipples pressed against his
side.

"There's nothing for you to fucking worry about, as

long as you trust us," Sarah cooed at him. "And you do fucking trust
your future wives, don't you, Andy?"

"I do," he laughed, "but it doesn't feel like

I have much of a choice at this point."

"Oh Andrew," Emily said from somewhere down around

his feet, "if you only knew what an interesting morning we have planned
for you. It's going to be such a wonderful time, I can barely contain
myself." It sounded like she was standing just past the edge of the bed,
although Andy had never needed to consider just distances based purely on sound
like he was using some sort of echo location before now.

It was around this point that he realized he was spread

eagle, and he went to try and pull his legs together only to realize there was
someone sitting on each of them, keeping him from doing so. His ankles weren't
bound, so if he really wanted to, he was fairly certain that he could've kicked
them loose, but the girls were having fun, so he didn't see any reason to
dissuade them of that.

Right around then, he felt a mouth wrapping around the head

of his cock, a tongue slowly lashing against the head of it, mostly pressing
tiny kisses, but occasionally suckling on the very end of it, not pushing her
head down onto the shaft itself. If anything, he felt a little like his cock
was being toyed with. It was a strange sensation.

"So in order to keep you from getting all nervous about

the rest of the day," Emily said, "we're going to play ourselves a
game this morning, you versus all of us." She giggled a little, a sound
that never failed to delight him. "Perhaps it shan't be a fair fight, but
let us say that you have a sporting chance, and leave it at that."

"Dare I ask what the game is?"

Sarah laughed into his ear, as if she'd been waiting for him

to ask. "It's called 'Who's Sucking My Cock Now?'"

"Why Sarah," Andy teased, "I'm almost entirely

certain you don't have a cock."

"Oh, I have this one right fucking here," she

said, reaching down to tease a fingertip against a tiny section of his exposed
shaft. "It's mine. Well, mine and all the other girls, but y'know, mostly
mine. Anyway, you're the one playing the game, not me,”

"How many guesses do I get?" he said, feeling the

tongue starting to flick a little beneath the mushroom tip of it.

"Only one," Emily said. "If you're correct,

you get a point. If you're wrong, we get a point."

"Keeping score, are we?" he chuckled. One thing he

couldn't deny about the girls of his household,  they did love to get
competitive with one another, and especially with him.

"Honestly, Andrew," she replied, mocking annoyance

in her voice, "if we didn't, what would be the point? Now pay attention.
Here's your first contestant."

The mouth that had been toying with the head of his cock

suddenly slid all the way down to the base, trying to hold there for as long as
possible before pulling back. He didn't hear a gasp of air, even as the lips
closed around the midsection of his cock, tongue dragging in a clockwise spiral
along the flesh before the lips slowly drew back, then dove deep again, holding
down for another long moment then pulling back, and finally sliding off.

"Now Andrew, are you ready to play 'Who Just Sucked

That Cock?'" Emily giggled.

"You girls can't even keep the name strai, Ow!" he

said, as Sarah pinched his nipple in between her fingertips.

"No making fun of us to get out of this one,"

Sarah said to him. "You told me you do that fucking trick, trying to joke
around to buy yourself time, but I know, Mr. Rook! Oh I know all too well, and
it's not gonna fucking work on us! Not this morning!" She giggled again,
and several of the other girls giggled with her.

"So who's your guess?" Emily asked once more.

He considered for a moment, trying to figure if there were

any clues. He did know that it wouldn't be Jade, since she'd certainly want
them to have something more intimate for their first time, nor Whitney, as she was
definitely still in the middle of the imprinting process, unless he'd overslept
massively. Tala wouldn't have wanted to risk him accidentally going off, so
that meant three people were out immediately. He decided to talk out loud
through the rest and see if it made the girls give any more information away.
It was a trick he sometimes used in poker. "So the enthusiasm makes me
think it's one of the younger girls, trying to compensate for their lack of
experience with gusto and gumption." He rolled it over in his head a
moment. "I think I'm going to say,”

"Now remember Andrew," Emily said, "for each

one you get right, you will get a point, and for each one you get wrong, the
girls get a point."

"Is there a prize?"

"Beyond pride?" she asked him.

"Is pride enough?" he countered, tilting his head

just a little, teasing her back.

"Fine," she said, amusement apparent in her voice.

"If you win, then you can see your surprise, but if you can't, then you
have to remain blindfolded for all of it. It's being filmed so you can watch it
later and see we weren't cheating."

"This isn't my surprise?"

"This is the start of it, but it has a grand finale.

One that I am certain is going to shock you to your very core,"
Emily said, glee in her voice. "Now you need to guess. Stop
stalling."

"Alright, I'm going to say it was Taylor."

"Will Cocksucker Number One please identify

herself?" she said like a gameshow host.

The giggle from down near his feet told him immediately he

was wrong, but the voice only confirmed it. "Sorry Andy," Hannah
said. "You were close, but not close enough."

"Damn," he laughed. "I was right about the

youthful exuberance, though."

"Here's the next contestant," Emily said.

He felt a soft and tender kiss to the head of his cock, the

woman's tongue leisurely in its brush along the surface. As he felt fingertips
grazing along his balls, in that instant he knew exactly who it was. The tongue
continued its slow and languid bathing of his shaft, never once pushing her
lips down and around the shaft, merely pressing against the sides of it, before
the mouth and the hand pulled back, and his cock was left standing at
attention, unattended once more.

"So who was that?" Emily asked.

He grinned, impish and playful. "You gave yourself

away, Emily. There was no mistaking those finely manicured nails on my
ballsack, so I know for certain that was you. Final answer."

Emily giggled, sounding mildly cross with herself.

"Damn me and my impeccably pedicured digits. One all. Next!"

The third mouth wrapped around his cock and began to slowly

push down, the tongue drawing downward before dragging back up again, painting
vertical lines along the length of his shaft, while the lips moved almost in
time with it.

"Does the contest include staff or not?" he asked

Emily.

"Sares, you think that's a fair question?"

"I think if he spots us a point, then we should tell

him, otherwise let him wonder."

"Andrew?"

He considered for a half a second, although to be honest, he

was also just enjoying the tender blowjob he was getting. He did, however, do
the math, and reducing the possible options by over 20% seemed worth the price.
"Alright, that's fair. It sizably narrows down the number of wrong answers
I could make, so I'll spot you the point."

"Two us, one you," Emily said. "And no, the

staff is not involved in this morning's activity, although Nicolette is present
and watching."

"Good morning, Master!" Nicolette said cheerily.

"Good morning Nicolette."

The woman on his cock ignored the polite exchange and pushed

her mouth down a bit lower, then slowly pursed her lips tightly against his
shaft and drew them back until she slid off the tip of his cock with a wet pop.

"So who do you think that was, Andrew?"

"It's tricky," he said, trying to think back to

all the sensations, comparing them against all his memories, but at the end of
the day, he had a lot of partners, and he'd never been entirely concerned with
being able to differentiate between their blowjobs before. "But the speed
and deliberation makes me think it was Piper."

From the foot of the bed came a confident laugh.

"Toldja I could fool'em," Asha said, giving his

calf a pat. "Quite different than our first go 'round, eh?" He and
Asha had only had a trio of sexual encounters since her arrival, so he didn't
feel too bad about not being able to identify her style. "I was gettin'
out'a me own head for a bit."

"Three to one," Emily chided. "You're not

putting up a good showing, Andrew. How about this?"

A new mouth moved to wrap around his cock, pushing slowly

but surely all the way down his cock, before drawing back up to the tip, only
to repeat the motion again, faster, then once more, far slower than the first
two. Then she settled in for a regular pace, sliding his cock deep into her
mouth before slipping back, until her lips were around just the head, and her
tongue gave a curling flick against the slit at the tip. After five or six more
long thrusts, the woman pulled her head from his cock and left it wet and
exposed to the morning air again. If it wasn't for all the girls' bodies
pressed against him, he might have been cold, but they were all sharing their
warmth excellently.

"So who was that?" Emily asked him.

He smirked, nodding his head. "I've got your number.

She was trying to fool me, but that was Lauren," he said, confidently. He
could tell he was correct, as he heard a deep sigh from around the same place
Emily was standing.

"Strewth," Lauren grumbled. "What gave me

away?"

"Now why should I give away my trade secrets?"

"Because if ya don't, I might just reach down and give

ya a hard thump in yer todger!" she laughed brashly.

"Fine fine, no tallywacking for me," he said.

"You do this little flick with your tongue against the hole of my cock,
and you couldn't help but do it here too. You're the only one in the house that
does it. And we've had plenty of times together, Lauren. If I can't get you or
Ash on the first go, I deserve to lose this game."

"Well, at least I've got meself a signature move,"

Lauren cackled, tickling his foot for a second. His leg tried to tug inward,
but whoever was sitting on his leg held him firmly in place. If the girls tried
to make a serious go at tickling him, however, he was fairly certain his legs
would've yanked themselves free, whether he wanted them to or not.

"Three two our favor," Emily said. "But we

need to shift this up a bit to make this a fair fight for us again. Ash, Sares,
you two hop up, and Hannah and I will take your places."

Andy could feel Sarah sliding off his left arm, only to be

immediately replaced by Emily's slender form, as she turned his head so she
could give him a quick kiss. Aisling turned his head back and then kissed him
far more firmly before pulling away, sliding off only to be replaced by
Hannah's curvy form. She seemed to assume that his head was in position for her
to kiss him, so she did, even as he felt her massive tits pressing into his
chest for a moment before she settled into the crook of his arm, nuzzling up
against him.

"There we go," Emily purred, wriggling to get her

body comfortably snuggled in against his. "This is a much nicer place for
me to be, and it opens the field back up a bit. You had such an advantage,
knowing Sarah and Ash were comfied up to you the entire time, guaranteeing it
couldn't possibly be them around your John Thomas."

"You're the one who set up the rules to the game, Em,

not me," he laughed. "Besides, if they'd stayed quiet, I wouldn't
have even been sure it was them. I mean, I'm pretty good at recognizing whose
body's pressed up against me, but I can't guarantee I would've gotten that
right."

"Oh damn," she grumbled, although she didn't sound

genuinely cross over it. "Something I'll have to remember in case we do
such a thing again."

"Oh no," he chuckled. "I've told you girls

what your tells are now, which means I wouldn't stand a fighting chance."

"Perhaps, perhaps not," Emily said, kissing his

ear. "So tell us, who's this sucking your cock?"

The newest mouth pressed along the side of his cock and slid

down the side of it, the very tip of the tongue flicking out to doodle little
shapes in the skin while the lips did much of the work. The kisses continued
down to his nutsack, hot breath blowing over tender skin just slightly wet by
the woman's tongue. Then the kisses drew back upwards, pressing against the
very tip, flicking the tip of her tongue against the opening of his cock, as if
trying to steal Lauren's signature move.

"Well, here's another one I think I get a little lucky

on," he said. "She didn't slide her mouth on my cock, and only used
the tip of her tongue, which means I'm fairly certain it's Sheridan, and she's
trying to hide her tongue barbell." Sheridan was the only one of his
partners with her tongue pierced, and the unwillingness to use more of the
tongue felt like a definite attempt to conceal such a thing.

"Ya got me," Sheridan grumbled down by his knees,

then laughed and flicked the top of his cock with her tongue barbell, the cool
metal thumping his skin a little bit. "Told you he'd know it was me right
away," she said. "There's no way to hide the damn thing."

"Why would you want to hide it?" he teased her,

which seemed to make her laugh a little.

"You see, Andrew?" Emily said to him, nibbling on

his earlobe. "You're doing quite well at this. Three all, so it's time for
the tie breaker."

"You could've kept score like tennis, if it came to this."

"That would make this deuce then, I suppose," she

said. "So this is the deciding mouth. Let's see if you can tell who's
sucking your cock now,”

The woman in question slowly wrapped her mouth around his

cock and held there for a moment, her tongue dragging around the ridge of the
tip of his cock like a finger around a wine glass. After a few revolutions, she
slowly pushed her mouth downwards onto his cock until the head of his cock was
against her throat, staying there for a long moment before pulling back to half
length, only to go deep again.

"Well, the remaining options are Taylor, Ash, Sarah and

Piper," he said with considerable effort, a low moan of pleasure chasing
the words.

Whoever it was had clearly paid attention to the things that

made him shake and shiver, as he felt lips seal around the base of his cock,
breath hot on his skin before her head drew back, slobbering saliva over his
shaft. Ever since Emily'd been picked out by her nails, none of the girls had
used their hands, afraid that he might glean some details from the touch.

He almost wanted the blowjob to continue to completion, but

he nodded when he felt the lips pop off his cock and leave it exposed for all
the girls to look at.

"So who was that?" Emily asked him. "And

remember, this one is for the full Monty."

"See, that was someone who knows me very well, someone

who's spent more than a few weeks learning how to suck my cock in all the best
ways, knows where all the soft spots are, and where to flick her tongue for
maximum effect," Andy said. "So it's gotta be Ash."

From his feet, Niko giggled. "I'll take that as a

compliment then," she said to him.

"Hey!" Andy said, actually annoyed for the

briefest of moments. "Shouldn't you be at the base this morning? I
distinctly recall you saying yesterday that you were going to go in for the
morning and then come back to the house midday for the interview."

"Katie Couric's people called this morning and said

they didn't need any more base footage and were going to get a bit more of New
Eden before heading over here. So, since they didn't need me to play tour
guide, I just stayed in," she said, kissing one of his calves. "Good
thing I did, too, otherwise we might've been in real trouble."

"I almost feel like you cheated," he said,

scolding with his tone. "You could've corrected me when I listed the
remaining players."

"Oh, but of course we could've, darling," Emily

said, "but it's so much more fun this way anyway. Now let us hear you say
it."

"thegirlswin," he said as quietly as he could.

"Ah ah ah," Emily tsked. "Let's not be a poor

sport about it. A mite louder, if you please?"

"Fine," he sighed, doing his impression of an

angsty teenager. "The girls win. There? Are you happy now?"

"Exceptionally," Emily said, loads of mirth in her

voice. "It's best that we won anyway. It means all of this gets to remain
a surprise, and who doesn't love surprises? Ash, hand the camera to Nicolette,
would you? We're going to need all hands on deck for this next bit."

"Got it, Emily," the Irish girl said. "Okay,

let's let him have it!"

At that moment, he suddenly felt the bodies move off of his

legs, only to be replaced by hands and lips, tongues flicking along his calves
and thighs, as well and on his chest. With so many sensations all hitting him
at once, he couldn't tell who was doing what or where. It was overwhelming, so
many different hands caressing his skin, each with their own thermal signature,
some girls warmer or cooler, but because there were so many of them, other than
knowing he had Emily on his left and Hannah on his right, he literally couldn't
differentiate one girl from another.

"Nicolette, be a dear and make sure the camera pans

over each and every one of us, so that Andrew can see what's happening in great
detail when he watches this back later, would you, dear?"

"Absolutely madam," Nicolette purred. "I'll

do my best to keep both hands on the camera and none on myself, although that
may be tricky, considering just how fucking hot all this is."

"Now now, Nicolette," Emily chided. "I'm

counting on you for this, so I expect you not to let me down."

"Yes madam. Sorry madam. I won't madam."

"Good girl," she giggled. "How are you

holding up, Andrew?" Clearly it was Emily's fingertip trailing along his
neck and the underside of his chin, because her nails were still the most
distinct from his family.

"It's, it's, ah, it's actually pretty hard to focus on

any one thing, Em," he said. With so many hands and mouths on him,
everything was blurring together a little bit. Two or three different hands
were stroking his cock, and he was fairly certain at least two of the girls
were taking turns suckling on the tip of it, maybe more. He was also certain
there were at least two different hands on his balls as well, one of them
tickling a fingertip against his perineum. With Nicolette filming, that meant
there were ten women crowded around him or pressed against him right now, each
working to get some contact with his body. There were so many points of
pressure, he couldn't even be sure that they hadn't roped Jenny and Katie in to
join the fun.

"That's the point, love," Emily said to him.

"Well, part of the point, anyway."

Andy felt someone stand up on the bed and then move a

little, bodies having to shift to adapt a bit, as he could feel that body
sliding down one knee on either side of his thighs, the two hands on his cock
moving to get it aligned up before he felt a body slip down onto his cock,
pushing right up into someone's cunt, but with the barrage of sensations, he
wasn't at all sure who it was, her ass resting against his pelvis.

If he had to guess, based on the feeling of her body

temperature against his, he would suspect it was Asha or Sheridan, maybe Piper,
his partners that he had the least experience with. He felt semi confident that
he'd spent enough time with Ash, Lauren and Niko slumbering against him that he
would recognize them when he felt their touch.

Whoever it was, her body went through a hard shudder when

she first slid onto his cock, her cunt butterfly clenching on his cock as she
settled on his lap. He didn't think he could feel her hands on his ankles, so
he wondered if the other girls were holding her up. The sound of her moaning
was muffled by what sounded like someone kissing her, their mouths mashed
together to keep the sound in check, and him in confusion. It was hard to hear
clearly with Emily humming in one of his ears, and Hannah buzzing in the other,
as if the girls were trying to make sure all his senses were constantly under
assault.

"This is very hot to watch," Hannah said, raking

her fingernails through the hair on his chest. "Especially since I have to
keep both hands on you and can't play with myself. It's killing me, not gonna
lie. If only you could see what I see."

"Shush, Hannah," Emily said. "He'll see in

time. Just let him enjoy the sensations for now." She leaned across him
and pulled the curvy Asian teen the other half of the distance, because Andy
could practically feel them kissing right in front of him, before they tilted
their kiss, leaning down to mesh his lips into the mix, all three of them
tangling up tongues together before both girls pulled back once more, settling
back in against his sides.

The person on his lap started to bounce and buck in a

deliberate pace, not too hurried, but still a hint of eagerness in the tempo. A
few of the hands had slipped off his body, and he suspected they may have been
on the hips of whoever was straddling him, helping push her down even harder as
she thrust her body onto his cock.

"God, this is so hard to keep a clear head," Andy

mumbled. "I don't know how long I can hold out, so I hope one of you will
remember to update the chart."

Emily giggled into his ear. "I'll handle it when we're

done, darling, never you fret." Since moving to New Eden, it had become
abundantly clear to Andy that there was going to need to be some organization
to his sex life, keeping tabs on when every girl had gotten their most recent
fix filled, so they'd set up a chart with each girl's name and the day she'd
most recently gotten some of his cum. The chart also included the next
"must be taken care of by" date for each girl, so they didn't run
into problems with scheduling where everyone was running hot in need.

After the ride back from the poker game a few weeks ago, Dr.

Charlotte Varma had filled Andy in with more information on what changes the
process had done to his body. He expected the news story would talk more about
it for the populace at large, but he'd already disseminated the information to
his household.

His body was burning energy at a higher rate now, which was

why his appetite had increased, but he'd actually lost a little weight. His
balls were capable of generating semen at a far higher rate than they had
before. Where as this time last year he'd have been lucky to get a third load
in a day, now his body could accommodate five or six, if needed.

"No need to hold back, Andrew," Emily purred at

him. "We want you to let off a couple of loads this morning, and it looks
like she's doing an excellent job thrusting down onto your cock, while the rest
of us kiss and caress your flesh. You should know by now that there's no
sensation any of us love more than that feeling of you nutting up inside of us.
So don't keep it in. Let it fly! You can't see it, but she wants to feel your
cum inside of her so much it's eating her up inside."

"C'mon big daddy," Hannah teased, "give it to

that little slut good. Fill her up. Cream her tight little pie. God, I fucking
wish it was me getting that hot load."

"We all do," Emily cooed. "Let me kiss you

while you're cumming, Andrew." She turned his head towards her as she
pressed her lips against his, and her kiss was hungrier than normal, as if she
was trying to make sure he was lost in the moment.

"Do it do it do it fucking fill that cunt!" Hannah

hissed at him as Andy felt each of his balls being grabbed by a different hand.

At that point, the sensations were simply too much to be

contained, and his heels dug down into the bed as his hips pushed up as much as
he could, trying to pin his cock as deep as he could into whoever's cunt was
clamping around his cock as he began to orgasm, seven or eight surges of hot
jism blasting into the body atop of him that began to vibrate again before
giving a very sudden shift, a couple of the girls around him quickly adjusting.

"Oh my god, that was so fucking hot, daddy,"

Hannah said, her teeth pinching on his earlobe, her tongue glazing it with her
saliva. "Fuck, you gotta watch that shit later, holy fucking shit,
dude."

As soon as he broke from the kiss with Emily, he drew in a

deep breath. "Damn, that was intense," he said, as he felt the woman
sliding off his lap. It almost felt like she was being lifted off more than
actually climbing off herself, but with all the sea of hands and bodies, he
knew he had to just be imagining things.

"It's not over yet, Andrew," Em said to him.

"I think one more load from you will take the edge off for the morning, so
let's carry on, shall we?"

"You really don't have to  "

"Of course we don't, Andrew," she said, pressing a

fingertip to his lips to silence him. "But we want to. We're enjoying
this. It's fun for us. Aren't you having fun?"

"You know Em," he panted, "they say when one

of your senses is temporarily disabled, the others amplify to compensate, but I
think all of you ladies are threatening to overload my goddamn sense of touch.
Fuck, it's a lot of sensations all at once."

The collection of women around him giggled, all the voices

at various pitches and tones, before the assault of hands began anew. He felt
someone step up and onto the bed, standing astraddle him before moving down
onto her knees, this woman facing him as opposed to the last woman who'd been
facing away from him. It was hard to keep everything straight with all the
sensory assault, but that much at least he could differentiate. The legs pressed
against the outside of his thighs were slender, more slim the woman before her,
and if he had to guess, he would've said it was Asha or maybe Sheridan, since
Emily was still pressed against his side.

The woman sitting in his lap had his cock nestled against

her snatch without pushing onto it, sliding back and forth against the shaft.
He could feel a little tickle of hair against the head of his cock. That meant
he was nearly certain it was Sheridan who sat atop him now. Asha was clean
shaven, although she was considering growing a bit of hair out since finding
out that Andy didn't mind. In fact, it seemed like almost all of the girls had
arrived nearly bare of pubic hair (Ash and Sarah were notable exceptions, as
both wanted to prove they were natural gingers), and each of them had told Andy
that they thought all men preferred it that way. Andy's response had been that
he didn't mind some hair, as long as it wasn't complete 1970s overgrowth bush.
Since then many of the girls had grown landing strips, Vs or even started to
get a little more ornate with it. Taylor had shaven a small blonde tuft above
her cunt into a heart shape, which Lauren had both loved and never stopped
teasing her over, saying over and over again that it was the girliest thing
anyone in the house had ever done.

Another girl moved up onto her knees to the left of him and

moved in close, leaning in to kiss the girl atop of him, even as she lifted up,
got his cock lined up, then pushed down on it hard, impaling herself firmly
upon it. She moaned wantonly into the mouth of the girl she had locked lips
with, who moaned back at her, the two pitches blended into one. As they did,
all the other girls dragged their fingernails across his skin,  his chest,
his stomach, his legs, even a few fingers at his balls beneath the body he
suspected was Sheridan's,  as if to try and distract him even further.
Whoever she was, his partner who'd screwed herself onto his cock, she had
clenched down intently around his cock even as she settled, both of her hands
on his chest, although just the fingertips only, the palms tented upwards.

Andy expected her to sit there and settle, but whoever was

atop his cock had other ideas in mind, rocking her hips back and upward,
sliding partially off his cock only to thrust down and forward with a sharp
snap once more. The tempo was a bit more rushed, wanton and insistent. One of
her hands lifted from his chest and he was fairly certain she moved it down to
rub on her own clit, even while she continued to snap down into him, making
sure his cock was lodged deep inside of her cunt as much as she could. Her
other hand was dragging short fingernails hard against the valley of his chest,
raking through the dark curls there.

"Fuck's sake, lookiter go," Sheridan said, her

voice down near his ankles, which confused Andy a lot further. He'd been nearly
certain it had been Sheridan atop of him, and now that he knew for a
fact that it wasn't, he didn't have a clue who was posting on his cock, but
whoever it was, they were drenching his shaft, and the rhythm they were setting
wasn't giving him much a chance to resist the impending orgasm that was rapidly
building up inside of his balls.

He decided thinking about who it was wouldn't do him any

good, so he resolved to just enjoy the experience, the feeling of the velvety
cunt trying to milk the next load out of him, as she started jumping up and
down even quicker atop of him, her ass smacking against the tops of his thighs.
She was impaling his shaft hilt down to the base again and again, the speed
practically a gallop.

The number of hands on his body slowly decreased, and he

thought they were all taking hold on the woman atop of him, pushing her down,
forcing her to keep up her pace. He was trying to stop himself from going off
too soon, but even with having just come a couple minutes earlier, the barrage
of sensations was too much for him to resist for long.

"Stop fighting it, darling," Emma whispered into

his ear, her breath hot and fierce on his skin. "She wants this. She wants
this so bad it's eating her up inside. You are the answer. You are her tonic.
Let her have what she wants. Fill her belly with your gift."

He was just about ready to pop when the girl riding atop of

him said something, but it was too late for him to try and reel it back in.
Past the point of no return, she said "I cannae take it any longer, a loue
ye, do it ta me ya numpty, make me yer gare rul!"

As his cock began to spew hot cum into the body atop of him,

it dawned on him what was happening, and that it was already done. There
was no turning back now, and more than anything, he had questions, loads and
loads of questions.

When the cum left his cock and filled the cunt wrapped

around it, he felt her body violently tremble before falling deathly still,
being held in place by the hands keeping her from toppling over.

He was gasping and panting for breath as Emily rolled off

his left arm, and the body atop of him was lowered forward, taking her place.
Then Hannah rolled off his right arm, and another body, the first woman to have
gotten his load today, was laid down in that spot, wedging him in once more.

On both sides of him, he heard the same thing, only the

voice on the left was saying it in a Scottish brogue. Two separate voices, each
repeating that word, that oh so familiar singular word, repeated over and over
and over again.

"Imprinting," on his right.

"Imprintin'," on his left.

And, stuck there in the middle, Andy could think but one

single thing.

"Oh Fuck."

Chapter 31

Before they even took the blindfold off, Andy knew exactly

who was pressed against his left and right sides, even if he hadn't seen either
of them in person in over a decade. Emily pulled the blindfold off him and he
looked to his right, seeing Fiona's smiling face resting against his shoulder.

She was older, certainly, but the years had been far kinder

to her than they had any right to be, and if DC had put her through any sort of
hell, she certainly didn't wear it on her face. Mostly, she looked just like
she had on their final night together, right before he'd moved west to
California, and while that warmed his heart, he also felt a bit nervous about
it. He'd put on some weight over the years, and the skin around his eyes was
definitely showing initial wrinkles. The years hadn't been nearly as kind to
him as they had to her.

Then it occurred to him that she'd had several minutes to

watch him, blindfolded and splayed out, time in which she could have changed
her mind, and didn't, so it meant that she knew what she wanted, and, for all
his flaws and mistakes, he was it.

So then he decided to look to his left, and the face there

certainly had aged, but mostly because she'd barely been more than a girl last
time he'd seen her, then eighteen and full of life, now thirty three and much
more wizened.

Moira.

She bore a tiny nose stud now, a diamond he thought, which

was new, but the explosion of her crimson curls was as gloriously unruly as
ever. She had some tattoos now, although he couldn't see them too clearly this
close up. Also, he could feel her small tits were capped with pierced nipples,
and that was also definitely a change.

So much had changed about Moira over a decade and a half,

and yet, that mischievous little smile of hers was exactly as he'd remembered
it. It wasn't the only thing, though. She was still slender and lithe, willowy
in frame but also short in stature. Many differences and yet, somehow, still
fundamentally the same Moira he'd met a decade and a half ago.

But how the hell had she come to be here? His mind was

filled with endless questions, and he found himself slightly annoyed that he
wasn't going to get real answers until tomorrow.

Click! went the sound of a cell phone camera as the tiny L E

D flash bulb lit him up, and he looked to see Niko holding a phone there,
taking a handful of pictures as Emily moved to remove the restraints from his
left arm, Sarah getting his right, Lauren getting his left leg and Hannah
getting his right leg, all four of them moving quickly to make sure he wasn't
imprisoned any longer.

"Remember what I said," Ash said, as she helped

him slide out from between the two slumbering bodies. "Say thank you when
you're given a gift."

He grinned, rolling his eyes in amusement. "Yes, well,

I'll have to wait until they're both conscious before I can tell them thank
you, now won't I?" He slipped back onto the bed so he could pull the
covers over the two of them, making sure they were settled well into the bed.
He made sure to put not only the sheet on them but also the comforter, so that
they would awake warm and toasty in the bed. Of course, he realized,
considering how early it was the morning, the rest of them were likely to be
back in this bed before either of them woke up from the imprinting process.
After getting them tucked in, he slid back to sit on the edge of the bed, seeing
the girls were standing around him, all eager for a story, to explain how
they'd come to this.

"I asked Fiona if she was sure you'd be okay with

Moira, and asked Moira if she was sure she wanted this, and Moira told me she
was very excited to see you again, so clearly you two have some kind of
history," Niko said, stepping close to rub her hand along Andy's shoulder.
"Fi said you'd be anxious for about five minutes and then exuberant after
that."

Andy chuckled. "I think the five minutes has passed,

and now I'm mostly just full of questions about what happened between then and
now. We don't have to worry about waking them, but maybe we should go sit in
one of the living rooms so everyone has a place to sit."

While Andy grabbed a pair of boxers and a t shirt, the girls

all did the same, pillaging his t shirt collection so that each of them was
wearing one of his shirts as well as panties or boxers. Once all of them had
some clothing on, they moved out of the bedroom and down the hall to the second
story living room, filled with couches and chairs.

He hopped onto a couch, as Sarah and Aisling immediately

closed in on either side of him, as the rest of the girls gathered around,
finding seats where they could all watch Andy, eager for him to spill the
details they'd been unable to get from Fiona or Moira.

"So I'm guessing you got to spend the most time with

them, Niko," he said with a sly smile. "What did they tell you at the
base? How much do you already know?"

"Almost nothing!" she huffed in mock indignation, although

the smile on her face made it clear it was simply a ploy. "Fiona's a
troublemaker, and I kinda love her already. She said you'd slept with Moira
before, and you hadn't complained when it happened, so that you would be okay
with it happening again on a more regular basis."

"That's it?"

"Well, I asked Moira to tell me something she knew

about you sexually to prove that she'd really slept with you before," Niko
giggled, "and she said you loved that she had a foul mouth, so I knew she
really had."

Andy's eyebrows hopped in amusement as he nodded. "Yes.

Well. I suppose I have to tell the story now, don't I?"

"I mean, you don't," Sarah said, leaning in firmly

against his right side, "but I think if you don't, you should be worried
about all of us fucking dogpiling on you and tickling you until you can't
breathe, and we all know how much you hate being tickled, so,”

"Absolutely!" Emily giggled, tenting her

fingertips like she was getting ready to tickle him. "Tea! Spill it!"

"I can't tell if this story's going to be better or

worse than you expected, but okay, here goes," he said, feeling Ash's
fingertips stroking along the back of his head, trying to keep him at ease.
"So in the fall of 2005, during Fi and my's last year of college, her
older brother, Julian, got married to a Scottish girl named Alana. Naturally,
Fi and I were invited to the wedding,  we were pretty established into our
coupledom back then,  so even though the wedding was in Scotland, I
knew it was important enough for her that we went. The two of us took a week
off of classes to fly out to Aberdeen, as the wedding was in a little villa
called Newburgh, just to the north of it."

"Scottish weather in the fall is no great picnic,

especially that far north," Emily said. "I'm surprised they didn't
wait until the spring or summer."

"The plan had been to hold the wedding the following

year, actually, but Alana's mother had been diagnosed with stage four breast
cancer, and they didn't think she had that long, so the timetable was pushed
up. Thankfully, Newburgh isn't a particularly large village, so making the
accommodations wasn't tricky. It just meant that we had to move the timetable
of our trip up by a lot."

"Always tricky," Piper said.

"Any massive problems?" Hannah asked.

"Well, we were a little worried that my passport wasn't

going to arrive in time, but you girls know me, I prepare for everything a
billion years in advance, so it showed up about two weeks before we were
scheduled to leave. I'd never been out of the country before, whereas Fiona's
passport had more stamps in it than library book."

"They stamp library books?" Asha asked.

Andy decided to let that slide. "I'd also never been

someone's date to a wedding before either, so I didn't realize quite how much
conversation there was going to be from her family about our future, whether we
should get married, if either of us wanted children, the whole nine yards. And
remember, we spent basically a full day just getting there, and another full
day just getting back, so a lot of that conversation was had between the two of
us before we'd gotten there. We were close and serious, but I hadn't realized
that the possibility of marriage was on Fi's mind until we were on an airplane
somewhere over the Atlantic and I didn't have anywhere to run."

He chuckled a little, as the girls all shot him some degree

of dirty looks.

"I wasn't opposed to the idea, but I just didn't think

she'd felt that attached to me, really. We'd already started having some of the
conversations about how I wanted to go west and she wanted to go to DC, and I
knew that was going to be a loggerhead we were going to come to at some
point."

"You're getting off topic, love," Emily chided.

"You were getting to Moira."

"Are you going to tell me how to tell a story,

Em?" he countered, which made her snicker. "Anyway, marriage wasn't
the only thing we talked about on the way up. We had a short taxi ride from
Aberdeen to Newburgh where Fi thanked me for coming along, because she knew I'm
not a big party person. I told her that of course I was going to come, since
she was a bridesmaid and we'd been together as a couple for a few years at that
point. Her whole family was going to be there, and it would've looked terrible
if her boyfriend hadn't come along to her brother's wedding, no matter how he
felt about it."

"You've never seemed anti party at any of our

parties," Ash said.

"Well, no," he admitted, "but that's because

I know everyone at our parties. I don't do quite as well in large social
situations where there's a hundred people introducing themselves and you're
expected to keep a dozen different conversations spinning in your head for
hours on end. Those things I don't do as well with."

"Just imagine how much fucking fun you're going to have

meeting all our families and friends," Sarah teased. "Shit, our
wedding's gonna be a small city."

"Yes yes," Andy laughed, "we'll rent out the

Fox Theatre in Oakland. It fits 2,800 people and if that isn't enough for you
ladies, then the wedding's off." He tossed his hand into the air at the
end for comic effect.

All the girls giggled a little bit at that.

"So how was Fiona's brother's wedding?" Sheridan

asked.

"Relatively small and intimate, to my shock. Fi's

family isn't that big, and it seemed like Alana's wasn't either, although both
sides had a smattering of friends who had flown or driven in. Alana's side was
certainly more full, as Newburgh was her home town. Julian had gotten into
international finance and was working out of London, helping manage some hedge
fund, which is where he'd met Alana. So for all of her friends, it was just a
couple of hours. For his family and most of his older friends, it was a
transatlantic voyage. But we came anyway, and I think there were about fifty
people at the wedding, so it wasn't as overwhelming as I expected, and Fiona
looked amazing in the bridesmaid's dress."

"Keep going," Piper prompted.

"Well, Moira was one of the other bridesmaids, a

childhood friend of Alana's, well, someone Alana had babysat growing up,
actually. I was 23, Fiona was 22, Julian was 27, Alana was 25 and Moira was 18,
but only just. Alana and Moira were still tight friends even all the years
later, and so when she'd decided to get married, she'd asked her two sisters,
Julian's sister, her best friend and Moira to be in her wedding party."

"Here's where the plot thickens, I reckon," Lauren

said.

"Wait," Sarah said. "The threesome you were

telling Jade about?"

"Can I tell my story, or do you girls want to continue

jumping to any conclusion you can get your hands on?" he said, trying to
put as much 'disappointed parent' as he could into his tone, placing his hands
on his hips in exasperation.

"Sorry baby," Sarah replied, kissing his cheek.

"Carry on."

"Thank you," he sighed, although he wasn't

genuinely annoyed. It was simply fun keeping the girls in the dark a little
longer, since they'd enjoyed having him blindfolded so much. "So the
wedding itself was nice, mostly a low key affair. One thing I'd told Fiona was
that the heavy Scottish accents were crazy hard to understand, especially as we
were all starting to have more than a few drinks at the reception. I dunno if
any of you ladies have been drinking with Scots before,” Emily cleared her
throat and he shot her a wink. "...but for those of you who haven't,
heavens, you can't tell if you're way more drunk than you thought, or if
their language has just devolved into raw sounds."

"Usually a bit of both," Emily said as she nodded.

"It's true,  I've grown up hearing Scottish voices now and again, and
even I have trouble making out what they're saying after they've a few pints in
them."

"So, picture that, me at a wedding reception, a little

tipsy, unable to hold a conversation with at least half of the people in the
building, and Fi pulls me out onto the dance floor, where I am just
drunk enough that I don't give a shit of how badly I'm dancing."

"You aren't that awkward, love," Ash teased.

"You're fibbing, love, but I'll let it slide. Anyway,

Fi and I are out there dancing on the floor, and the DJ puts on a slower song,
some Robbie Williams number I think, but basically all that sort of stuff
blends together for me. And while we're there slow dancing, Fi whispers into my
ear and asks me if I've ever considered a threesome."

"I fucking knew it!" Sarah said, shoving her fist

into the air, before realizing everyone was staring at her, and she giggled
furiously, burying her face in Andy's neck for a second. "Sorry, sorry,
carry on. Just super fucking proud of myself for figuring it out."

"I told Fi that she was all the woman I needed, and the

idea of sharing her with another man was enough to make me soft. She giggled,
said she didn't want another man, and that she didn't want us to have Miss
Forever, but that we were at a wedding, so there wasn't any shame in
having fun with Miss Right Now."

"That little minx," Niko mumbled.

"She even had someone in mind, and pointed out Moira,

who was dancing by herself in the center of the room, slow dancing alone like
nobody was watching, having shrugged off a couple of Julian's friends from
London. She didn't have the nose stud back then, but she certainly had the long
curly dark red hair. It had been up for the ceremony, but as soon as she'd
gotten to the reception, she'd let her hair down, both figuratively and
literally."

"You certainly do have a fucking type, Andy,"

Sarah teased, poking him in the ribs.

Andy blushed a little bit, looking down at his lap for a

moment before looking back up again. "Moira was actually my first redhead,
and I didn't have another in my life until I met Ash. Most of the time, before
and after Fi, I dated blondes, actually. But I'd be lying if I didn't admit
that Moira certainly went a long way into shaping my sexual tastes."

"How so?"

"She was so confident, so playful, so open and free.

She loved to swear, and I know that Fi picked up on that, because she swore way
more when we got back from Scotland than before we'd left. Moira was only 18 at
the time but she felt like this dynamo of energy, and she wore her sexuality so
blatantly on her sleeve. She seemed worldly, far more experienced than either
Fi or I were, and while we were nervous when the whole thing started, to Moira,
it seemed like just another in a long list of adventures, one that she was
going to dive into without reservation. The Scottish accent was hot too, I'm
not gonna lie, but you girls know how I have a love of accents."

At that, Emily began to giggle frantically, a frenzied laugh

that made all the other girls and even Andy as well turn to look at her, her
face turning red, waving her arms in the air for everyone to fall silent for a
moment, and eventually the laughing fit faded and she was finally able to
speak. "I know that you said the family was full after this, Andrew, but
Niko absolutely, positively, unequivocally has to remain vigilant for a Welsh
girl to bring into the house, so you can complete the set." Andy cocked
his head to one side, so she explained. "English," she said, pointing
at herself. "Irish," she said, pointing at Aisling.
"Scottish," she said, pointing back at the bedroom. "You can't
leave the set unfinished like that. We've got to get you a taff to round out
the set."

"Taff?" Niko asked.

"The river that runs through the Welsh capital of

Cardiff is the river Taff, so a lot of people call the Welsh taffs or
taffys," Emily said. "Anyway, you will make an exception if we find
the right Welsh girl to complete the house. I've decided for you."

"I don't get a say in the matter?" he asked,

realizing it was futile trying to argue with her.

"Oh, of course you do, Andrew, and your say is

'whatever you think is best, my darling Emily.'"

He grinned, chastised. "Whatever you think is best, my

darling Emily."

"There's a good boy."

"Did you keep in touch with Moira after your

tryst?"

"I didn't, and I thought Fi hadn't either. It was only

one day, well, I guess it was technically two nights and one day. But it felt
very much like a fling, a very intense series of sexual experiences that were
wonderful, but definitely fleeting. I mean, I told Moira that if she ever
wanted to come to the states, we'd be happy to show her around, and I gave her
my email address, but I never heard from her after that. Shit, I don't even
know her last name!"

"It's MacLeod," Niko said.

"What, like the Highlander?" Sarah asked.

"It's one of the most common surnames in Scotland,

Sares, so hush," Emily said to her.

"I wonder if there's such a thing as too

Scottish," Andy muttered to himself.

"I went and got them from the base earlier this morning

at their request," Niko said. "Myself, Ash and Emily chatted with
them a little bit before we brought them into the bedroom. They're both
genuinely very eager to join the family."

"Moira was a little starstruck by me at first," Em

confessed, "but I told her she was going to have to get over that and she
agreed."

"We didn't have a lot of time to talk to them this morning,

but we did vet them a little bit," Aisling said to him. "Fiona seemed
exactly like you described her as, and Moira seemed proper class."

"You did agree to whatever Fiona's condition

was, Andy," Niko said to him. "Moira was that condition. I'm sure she'll
be happy to tell you why when they're both awake."

"We wouldn't have let them in if we didn't think they

wanted to be with you for any reasons other than the right ones, Andrew,"
Emily said. "And we vetted them as a team, so each of us could make certain
there weren't any red flags lying about, and be certain that the others hadn't
overlooked any possible deal breakers."

"I'm surprised you didn't join them in grilling them

over, Sarah," Andy said to her.

She laughed a little and shrugged. "I'm klutzy and I'd

have only screwed it up or said something awkward. Besides, I had to make sure
you stayed pinned in bed until they got back, although Piper helped with that
too."

Piper smirked. "Sheridan tied the knots, though."

"Ever need a hand with rope," Sheridan giggled,

"I'm your girl."

"Besides, I trust in the trio," Sarah said.

"Em knows what things I'd think to ask, and Ash and Niko only ever have
your best interests at heart, so I knew they'd do fine without me getting in
the way or slowing things down."

"Anyway," Andy continued, "after Fi and I

flew back from Scotland, I never heard from Moira again. I didn't want to ask
Fi if she had, because I didn't want her ever thinking she wasn't enough for
me. Fi could be a little emotionally insecure back in those days, and I felt
like if I went around asking about Moira, I might be accidentally picking a
fight I didn't intend to, so I just played it safe. Do you know how they
reconnected, Niko?"

"It's not my place to tell their story, Andy,"

Niko said. "I know bits and pieces, but when they're awake, I'm sure
they're going to tell you all about what they've both been up to for the last
fifteen years. They both seemed like wonderful people, and if I had seen
anything to give me pause while they were at the base, I would've voiced
concerns well before they even set foot in the door."

"Can you at least tell me what Moira does for a living?

That much surely can't be a spoiler."

"It's not and don't call me Shirley," Niko

replied, sticking her tongue out. "She's a doctor, actually, and
apparently a damn good one. Dr. Moira MacLeod. So the Rook family got itself a
doctor in the end after
all."             

"That's wild," he said. "I would've never

pegged for her becoming a doctor. Can you be more specific?"

"I could, but then we're bordering into spoiler

territory, so I won't. But I'll tell you what I will do. Wait here a
minute," Niko said, hopping up from her chair, heading back towards the
bedroom.

"Any idea what this is about?" Andy asked Emily,

since she seemed to be the most in the know at the moment.

"Not in the least," she answered, just as Niko was

coming back into the room with her arms behind her back.

"So Fiona did have one thing she wanted me to give you,

once they were imprinting, and you knew she was going to be part of your life
again, and this time forever." From behind her back, she pulled out a
weird stuffed monkey, a rather cheap looking plushy that had clearly been
carted around for a long time, the color of the fur slightly faded from age.
She held it out to him with a kind smile.

He took it from her, and immediately started to tear up a

little, a shocked little laugh escaping from his lips. "Oh. My. God. I
don't fucking believe it. There is no fucking way."

Niko smiled, not moving away, standing in front of him.

"She said you'd recognize it."

"Of course I fucking recognize it," he said, aware

there were tears running down his cheeks. "On my and Fi's first date, we
went to this traveling carnival that had stopped on campus, and I spent thirty
bucks at the ring toss game to win her this silly goddamn monkey, because she
said it was the cutest thing, and I refused to give up. Eventually I won it and
gave it to her, and she used to keep it on her desk at home, but I didn't think
she'd kept it all these years," He was crying openly now, but still
smiling, the waves of joy almost unbearable. "God I'm a mess, girls, I'm
sorry."

Suddenly all the girls rushed him, each of them doing their

best to wrap their arms around him, all of them hugging him together, a couple
of them having teared up a little, in sympathy or maybe caught up in the story
he'd been telling, he wasn't quite sure.

They stayed like that a few minutes, until Andy had regained

him composure, Sarah wiping the tears from his face as each of the girls took a
turn giving him a soft kiss.

"I promise you, girls, you're all going to love Fi, and

if Fi thought it was important to bring Moira, then you're all going to love
Moira as well. Fi always had the better judgment of the two of us," he
said as the girls peeled away one at a time and returned to their seats.

"I got to spend a few hours yesterday with them,"

Niko said, "and they're both awesome, so nobody panic."

"Well, maybe we should panic a little, my dears,"

Emily teased, tapping her Apple Watch, "because I'd like to remind
everyone that 60 Minutes will be arriving in just under three hours, and the
last thing we want to do is appear on national television in our jammies like
we're hosting a slumber party. And as big as the master bathroom's shower is, we
don't want to all be running the hot water at once in several different
bathrooms either. So why don't half of you go and get your outfits picked out,
ready and set aside, and the other half of us will hop through our showers.
Make sure that you can still eat, though, and you can put on lipstick after
lunch as a finishing touch."

"Yes, Emily," all the other girls said together in

unison, like a bunch of reluctant schoolchildren, which only made Emily giggle
all over again, trying on her best schoolmarm look.

"As for you, Andrew," she said, helping to pull

him to his feet. "You definitely need to get shaved, hop through your
shower and then get dressed, because I know you're going to want to make sure
the house is in proper order for their arrival."

To be continued in part 17, by CorruptingPower for Literotica.

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