We continued like that until Stella was able to handle some slow sex thrusting. I focused on not going too deep. It felt unnatural to stop that short. Between her pain and the intensity of the situation I didn't feel like I could climax anytime soon.
"Do you want Mason to have an orgasm from making love to you?" Alexa asked Stella. My partner nodded enthusiastically. "Okay, he might have to quicken the pace. Can you handle that?" She nodded again.
"Mason," Alexa addressed me with a more business-like manner. "Doesn't Stella look lovely? She is taking this pain because she wants to satisfy you. There is nothing more attractive than a self-sacrificing lover. Don't you agree?" After I nodded, too focused to reply verbally, she asked, "Are you close?"
"Kind of," I replied. But not real close, I thought to myself. Breaking in a virgin was harder work than I anticipated. Stella was a beautiful young woman. I found her very attractive. But not while she was crying and screaming out in pain. Thankfully, most of that was past us.
"Why don't you hold her legs up in the air by her ankles," Alexa suggested. "I know how much you like that. But keep them spread, and be careful not to go any deeper, too."
I did as she instructed, and it did help. Even though my thrusts were gentle in comparison to normal, the position got me going in the right direction.
"When you pull out to finish on her belly," Alexa instructed. "There might be some blood."
"What?" I replied distastefully while ceasing all movement of my pelvis. I had forgotten about the blood.
"Yes, blood," Alexa replied. "You just shoved an object into a hole much too small for it. There will be some tearing inside of her. But it is only natural. Are you going to have a problem with the blood?"
"Umm." Just the mention of it was sending me backwards from my goal.
"Forget about the blood, Mason. I'll take care of it. Go back to fucking, please." Despite the annoyed tone of her voice, I did as I was told. The look on Stella's face looked a lot closer to a mix of pain and pleasure instead of pure misery. That would help me.
Addressing Stella, Alexa asked, "Is it okay if I grab his penis when he pulls it out?"
"Huh?" Stella looked confused. Maybe she hadn't been paying attention, just focusing on enduring the penetration.
"Mason is going to cum on your belly instead of in your pussy. But he doesn't like vaginal blood. It's like he is scared of it somehow. When he gets close to having an orgasm from how much he is enjoying making love to you, he's going to pull it out. Then I will jerk it to finish it off. But it will be you that satisfied him, not me. Is that okay?"
"Why can't I jerk it?" Stella asked, looking at Alexa.
"You can, if you want. But you'll have to be ready. He'll surprise you sometimes. If you don't get it right, you could ruin his climax. You don't want that. Can you handle it?"
"Yes," Stella said, placing both of her hands in position. That was enough to take me there. I pulled out and she stroked me off like she did with the handjob a couple days ago.
And yes, there was blood. Not a lot, but enough. I was glad that I kept my eyes closed during the last part. Opening them again to see Stella's smiling face made it a wonderful finish.
"You did great, Stella," Alexa told her. "Next time, Mason will give you an orgasm, too. He likes to make his women happy."
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN:
The three of us cleaned up together and changed the sheets before settling in for the night. Alexa on my left side was always a welcome comfort. I had grown so accustomed to her body and movements in my bed. I put my arm around her shoulders as she rested her head on my chest.
Stella mimicked her on my right side. Only this time, she wasn't pretending. As much as I had come to love the young-looking woman, and craved her sexy body in my bed, she never seemed completely comfortable. She was pleasant and easy to get along with, but she was the same way with her work. Being my third wife was sort of like a job for her to that point, one that she was still learning how to do. After our first episode of sexual intercourse a barrier inside her dissolved. I'm not referring to one inside her vagina. No, it was something in her brain, or in her heart.
She fell asleep first as I softly kissed her on the top of the head. Alexa said that Stella had done very well for her first time, considering her personality. When I appeared confused by the statement, Alexa clarified.
"When a wild, rebellious girl loses her virginity, she can nearly do it in stride. If she is slutty in her heart, she'll suffer the pain of intercourse with enthusiasm. A no pain, no gain mentality. Of course, many of those girls had already been shoving things up their woo to prepare for it."
"Their woo?" I asked with a smile.
"Their pussy. My mother called it a woo. She also referred to breasts as bumpies. So, anyway," Alexa continued. "A gentle, soft-hearted and timid girl like Stella approaches it differently. I was expecting it to be more difficult, especially for you. I think you did great as well, Mason. Your unwillingness to inflict unnecessary discomfort made her acceptance of it easier."
"Well, thank you." I thought back to the difficult sexual activity and wasn’t sure if I was particularly proud of myself. Being the source of a woman’s pain was not easy for me.
"I'll help you with the next virgin as well, if you want."
"Is this going to be regular thing?" I asked, concerned. Taking girls' virginity was not as much fun as friends had made it out to be. I did not feel like a conqueror in the least.
"No, probably not a regular thing," she smiled at me. "But there are a lot of reborn woman that are going to catch your eye. Some of those may be virgins."
"I'm not interested in the reborn women, Alexa."
"Jamila was the first reborn."
"Well, she's a different situation."
"Yes, she is," Alexa replied. "I understand that. But even if you don't take on any new lovers from outside of our house, there is still Bianka."
"Bianka?" I laughed. "First of all, Bianka is not interested in having sex with me." Alexa smiled and shook her head but let me continue. "Secondly, why would you assume that she is a virgin?"
"Okay," she replied. "I'll address the second point first. Even if she is not technically a virgin, any woman that doesn't have vaginal sex in a long time will closed up almost like one. With the scarcity of healthy men in our world, you should expect that to be more common than not. I would think that most women will not require penetration during masturbation. I know I don’t. But you are completely wrong about Bianka not wanting to have sex with you."
"You have detected her thinking about it?" I asked, while having a flashback to my threesome with Alexa and Riley. Her mention of masturbation had me remembering her getting herself worked up for that adventure.
"Sort of," Alexa explained. "Her emotions during your presence and sexual conversations indicate that she is at least interested. I'm thinking about orchestrating something."
"Well," I responded in disbelief that Alexa was saying these things to me. "I believe that she is more interested in having sex with you."
"Oh, you are definitely right there. I can use that to draw her into our bed."
I leaned back and stared at this beautiful, sexy woman in front of me. "Who are you?"
Alexa chuckled before answering, "I'm the new and improved Alexa. How do you like me?"
"I don't," I answered. Thankfully, she knew that I was not serious. "I more than just like you. I love you more than ever. And I think the whole team does."
"I think so, too," she replied, looking happy. "Jamila certainly does."
“I’m still surprised that you are not getting jealous of these other women,” I said, trying not to cause offense.
“Oh, the jealousy is still there,” she replied, thoughtful. “But I’m managing it much better. I try to think of it like another woman cooking for you. It’s not easy to see that you enjoy the food that someone else prepared for you as much as mine. It’s like eating out and you claiming that the meal was so good. It hurts a
little. But I know that doesn’t stop you from loving and appreciating my cooking. It’s not like you are going to run off with the chef.”
“With this new arrangement,” Alexa continued to explain. “It’s more like I’m inviting guest cooks into my kitchen. It is still my kitchen, but I’m overcoming my reluctance for you to enjoy the food from others. You’re still my husband, and love me very much, even though you enjoy having sex with other women.”
I wouldn’t call it the most logical argument that I had ever heard, but it was music to my ears. If it helped her to think of it that way I’d go so far as to refer to my other sexual partners as restaurants. Riley pub, Jamila café, Jada lounge.
The next morning, I started my day more relaxed than any day in recent memory. And understandably so. All of my women were safe. Our perimeter was more secure than ever. Now, not only did we have the fence around our house, we had the new fence and river as an outer barrier to slow enemies.
It was our first morning since agreeing to a peace treaty with our biggest threat, the New World Transition Coalition military force that had us penned in. Never before did we feel like we were safe from invasion from that source. It might be short lived, but it mattered.
The only other sizable threat left in our area was the schoolhouse gang. We decimated that force defending our last home. Tamika took over, but I felt good about our last meeting with them. Since they needed to be more concerned about the militia than us, I wouldn't expect any aggression from her even if she wasn’t interested in following my recommendations.
There was an additional element, though. Perhaps it was even more important than the previously mentioned. Peace within the home. Alexa's jealousy had been a negative force ever since we started accepting new members. Only Riley seemed to be exempt in that department. Distaste for the infected had also become a serious issue among the women when I first allowed Jamila and Hedy to live in the pool house. For a while, there was also a major disruption to our home life by Camilla's unique personality.
All of that was gone. I was happy, mostly because my women were happy. They also had purpose. Every one of them contributed to the supervision of our growing society. The fact that I no longer needed to control my attraction to other women was undeniably a major factor.
It was the first day in nearly a week that I took time for my morning meditation. My ritual was not professionally designed or lengthy, but it helped me focus and relax.
After a wonderful breakfast, I took my morning tour through the compound. I went west first. A crew of women, led by Melanie, were finishing of the fence that ended at the river’s edge. That included our new door, which many were already referring to as the skank gate. I was very happy with their progress and told them as much. They seemed overjoyed by the appreciation.
The plan was to extend the fence a few feet into the water, then make sure the footing around that last post was treacherous to avoid invasion in that manner. That technique had already been applied to the east end. The new door would then be required so those fishing could work the river beyond our perimeter.
I stopped to encourage Ling as she was working hard to prepare a new plot of land for farming. She informed me that Stella would be out soon to guide the horse with the plow. Only Jada and Stella were having much success in directing the beast so far. He was still a little jumpy around the recovering infected women.
Several of the reborn women had a green thumb, I was told. They took the lead and removed a lot of stress from Ling, which thereby decreased the amount of time that Stella was needed on site. My third wife loved to work the gardens, but she had grown quite fond of working with Alexa and Riley as well. From what I could tell, she was spreading her attention wisely.
From a distance I could see that Jada was causing a considerable disruption on the street near the trucks. She held the leashes of two dogs, while a strong looking reborn woman constrained two more. Though not aggressive toward their captors, the dogs were vehemently yapping at all other people in the area.
"Mason!" Jada called out when she saw me. Then she made a motion with her head that my mother used to refer to as come hither. I cautiously approached, drawing the attention of all four canines. I would not call them tame.
"Shush!" Jada yelled at the dogs. "This is Mason. He is your friend."
The transition was remarkable. All four dogs stopped barking ferociously at me. Two looked to Jada for confirmation first, then joined the other two in wagging their tails and panting like a pet that wanted affection.
"Wow," I uttered. "That was effective. Are these the best four?"
"No, they are the last four," Jada replied. "The others are already reconditioned. We can't let them loose running through the neighborhood just yet. Not everyone has been identified as a friend. Come closer, Mason. Please pet them all to reinforce the message."
"There is no chance that I'll get bitten?"
"There is a small chance," Jada said, causing me to retract my hand suddenly. The dogs looked confused, but still friendly. "What? I'm still new to this. I can't make promises on how they will react to each individual. So far, they've done very well."
The risk seemed low, so I gave them each some attention, petting their heads and backs. One even laid down and rolled over to expose his belly. I gave it a quick rub. I always loved dogs before. They were the perfect pet in my eyes. Except maybe turtles. My cousin had six turtles in a three fish tank habitat. Other than cleaning the water pumps, they were so low maintenance. And surprisingly friendly, each with their own personality.
"What's the plan?" I asked.
"We can use them as a pack in battle," Jada answered. "I'm conditioning them toward specific people to be handlers for security patrol. They can take them two at a time with leashes. That should ward off random intruders. This is Chloe, by the way. She is one of the volunteers. Several stepped up and offered because they have experience as dog owners before."
"Hi Chloe," I greeted the woman, almost extending my hand. When she saw the gesture, she took both leashes in the same hand to extend her empty one. Her grip was tight, her paw meaty. She had a pretty round face, but a stocky body. Her short black hair, though appropriate for the hot weather, did nothing to improve her attractiveness. Neither did the manly one pocket t-shirt and cargo shorts she was wearing. Additionally, she was barefoot. "I'm Mason."
Chloe laughed and replied, "I knew who you are, Mason. It's nice to meet you formally."
Before I could ask more about her, since my new job was learning about and motivating the reborn, a disturbance caught our attention at the gate. Jada hurried toward the two trucks with the dogs eagerly joining her. I followed.
"What's going on?" Jada yelled to the guards that had their weapons raised at the street beyond.
"Rabid skanks," one of the women replied, the words whistling out of her mouth. I met her a couple days before. Her name was Josie. Though not currently visible, I remembered that she was missing a couple teeth.
The term was used was inaccurate. The three people approaching were the new zombies. Pale skin, white eyes. Black blood stains on their skin and clothes. They were not yet rushing toward us. It didn't seem like they had spotted us. Their condition probably had a dramatic negative effect on their vision.
When the two dogs saw them, they went into attack mode. I was impressed that Jada was able to contain them. Considering what was coming at us, maybe she should have let them go. Retrieving the animals for reuse might be an issue, though.
The loud barking caught the attention of the zombies, all three of them female, though it was not easy to distinguish sexes in their condition. Instead of striking fear, they charged at the sound. Their limited physical capacity reduced their speed considerably, but it was still a frightening sight. The guards on duty aimed their weapons.
"Stop!" Jada yelled at the zombies, though the guards refrained from pulling their triggers, just in case. "Don't come any farther! I don't want to have to kill you!"
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kingly, the half-dead women slowed up, looking confused. Just like the first time with the dogs across the stream, it was sort of crazy to see. I wasn't sure if Jada was intentionally trying to control them or not. Either way, she quickly recognized a level of success in doing so.
"We are your friends," she told the zombie women. "Do not come any closer."
All three of them halted their progress, looking almost docile. Sniffing the air, they turned their heads in different directions like they were trying to hear better. It made me wonder if they were essentially blind.
The dogs continued to bark, despite the sudden change in the intruders' behavior. Then Jada told them not to harm the dreadful looking women. The yapping reduced noticeably.
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