Daughters and Sons of Aphrodite

[Note: all characters in this work of fiction are at least eighteen years old.]

CHAPTER 6

On the same morning that Samantha attended her Female Reproductive System class, Jonas woke up to Sarah's soft lips touching his. Based on how sunlight was streaming in through the bedroom window, he gave a start, and his free arm, the one that wasn't trapped by Sarah's body, went reflexively out to the side.

"Shit! Did I miss morning prayer?" Jonas asked, in near panic.

Sarah smiled. "It's only 9:40," she said. Jonas let out a sigh of relief. He still had fifty minutes. "Drink this so we can kiss without dragon breath." Sarah held up a glass of ice water. Jonas raised it to his lips. "Swish around, honey."

Once he had drained the tall glass, which held about sixteen ounces, she took it from him and put it on the nightstand. Then she lunged at him, pushing his shoulders into the bed. His eyes went wide as she began to make out with him, French kissing his mouth deeply, without any build up. She kept it up for around ten minutes before letting up. Jonas' heart was pounding against his ribcage.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?"

"Felt like kissing you, honey. And wanted to make sure you don't freak out about what I'm about to say."

"That sounds ominous."

"It's not." Sarah kissed him again, this time without any tongue. "I want you to know I'm a happy girl right now. But one of the things I need to teach you is always to be one hundred percent honest about sex with your partners, and that starts now."

"Still ominous."

Sarah made out with him for five more minutes, and he calmed slightly. Rolling to one side, she trailed a finger through the brown hair on his chest. "What I wanted to say, honey, is my pussy is sore this morning. Worse than after I gave birth."

Jonas' eyes went wide. "Oh--" he said, but she cut him off with a finger to his lips.

"It's okay. You didn't hurt me, or Her. I mean you did hurt me in a sense, but not in a permanent way. And I am happy to be used by you. I've had sex with more men than I can count, and by strap-on feeldoes as well, and never been stretched out like that."

"Sorr--" Jonas said, but was cut off again.

"Stop apologizing!" Sarah began to make out with him again. Her hand reached down to stroke his massive cock. "I told you. I love that my vagina hurts. And have some faith, Aphrodite doesn't give us girls weak pussies. They can take a pounding."

"Even when you're not pregnant?" Jonas still sounded worried.

"I'm fairly certain I was pregnant after the first time you fucked me, so technically speaking I was already knocked up when you kept penetrating me over and over last night," Sarah said, mostly to see if Jonas' cock would react, which it did by pulsing against her hand. "But yes, what happens during pregnancy is that Her vagina will become more and more elastic. So it'll be able to take your entire penis inside of me."

"Will it still make you sore?"

"No, it won't hurt at all or make me sore." His eyes were darting back and forth, so she kissed him again until he was calm. "That's what I wanted to explain. Even if I weren't pregnant, Her vagina will adjust to your size. It's not so much the length of your penis, honey, which is long but stops at my cervix. It's just so wide honey. You're stretching the entrance to Her vaginal canal."

"Is there damage?"

"Oh Goddess no. She just needs to get used to opening up for you."

"How long will that take?"

"Not sure. This is a new experience for me to have such a large one inside me all the time. If I were in the second trimester of our pregnancy right now, it'd probably just take a day or so. No time at all in the third. Right now, I'd say a few days to two weeks."

Jonas' face fell. "So we can't have sex again until then?"

Sarah placed her lips on his for what felt like the thousandth time this morning, before answering. She felt like she couldn't take a full breath at that moment. "Mother, no. I want you to use my pussy as much as possible."

"Isn't it causing pain?"

"I'm feeling vaginal pain, yes, but I don't mind. There's no harm. I love giving Her vagina to your massive dick, Jonas. I'm having intense orgasms with it inside me as long as I masturbate at the same time. I want you to be pushy about fucking me." She felt a surge in her body as her trainee's face relaxed and a smile started to form at the side of his mouth. "It's important to communicate about lovemaking and sensuality. Which is the main thing I wanted to talk to you about." More kissing. "I'm going to cry out and say 'ow' from time to time, and sometimes even say I want you to stop fucking me. I might even tell you to stop raping me."

"Alright, I'll stop--"

"No, silly. Just the opposite. I'm telling you this now so you know to keep going."

"I don't want to rape you!"

"You won't be actually raping me, honey," Sarah said. She felt his cock buck again. "We don't have time right now, but I have a lot of fantasies that go through my head when making love. Everyone does. I could barely sleep last night because of them! With your big cock stretching me so wide, I'm going to vocalize things even if I try not to. Even if I hold my legs together and try to push you away, you should force them apart and make me take you, promise? Use lube if you have to if my canal won't open up."

"How will I know if I should stop though?"

"We'll use what's called a 'safe word' okay? I assume you don't know what that is."

"I can guess."

"Smart boy," she said. "Just so we're clear, unless I say 'amazon' don't stop what you're doing, even if I'm physically trying to keep you off me or out of me."

Jonas flinched when she uttered the name of one of the Orchid Nation's most hated enemies, albeit of an era thousands of years in the past. "That'll definitely get my attention."

"That's why I picked it, honey. Now, having said all that, we're not having sex this morning."

"Oh," Jonas said.

"It's not what you're thinking. It's that I'm going to begin your Vaginal Worship training later, and if you cum inside Her pussy this morning you'll be eating your own semen all day."

"Ah."

"You can take me this afternoon, okay?"

With that, the duo got off the bed and performed morning prayer together, genuflecting in the direction of the silver indicator embedded in the wall. It showed the direction of Aphrodite's mountain temple. The motion was awkward with his extended, rigid dick in front of him. He squished it into the ground as he performed the sacred ritual.

Noticing Jonas' discomfort at having his erect cock pressed into the ground, Sarah said, "I'm going to let you stay hard for now, it's good practice, as you'll be getting erections around women often, and need to get comfortable with it."

"We're going to be around other women this morning?"

"Uh-huh. Your training involves learning female anatomy, which means interacting with a variety of women of different ages, stages of pregnancy, stages of menstrual cycle, and so forth. There'll be a steady stream dropping by to help."

Over breakfast, Sarah explained that their first visitor that morning would be a menstruating woman. Jonas had no idea what that meant, Sarah gave him a clinical overview, covering the same material that Professor Kali was presenting, around that same time, to the class of lesbians Samantha was attending.

"Any thoughts?" Sarah asked after she had wrapped up the prepared material. She had learned it as part of preparing to be a Trainer several years earlier.

Jonas shrugged. "Doesn't seem like a big deal to me."

"Blood coming out of a vagina makes some people feel squeamish."

Jonas looked quizzical. "It's Aphrodite's blood, so isn't that a heretical thought?"

"You've a devout attitude, Jonas. Other boys took time to come around."

"Doesn't Book Three cover this? If the first two chapters were anything to go by, it would."

"It does, and we'll be going over them soon in our study sessions. But, like I said, perhaps you're more devout than average."

Just then, there was a knock on the front door. "That must be her." Sarah got up to answer it. Their guest proved to be a brunette of medium height. Jonas guessed she was somewhere in her forties, although placing someone's age was difficult on Orchid Island. She had on brown leather boots that covered her ankles, a knee length denim skirt with a split down the front to show off her naked vulva, and a tight, white cotton t-shirt.

"Hi, I'm Katarina."

"I'm Sarah." As Sarah said this, Katarina dropped to her knees, in a fluid motion. Sarah spread her legs slightly. Katarina kissed Sarah's bare clitoris, then stood up. Now it was Sarah's turn to kneel. Sarah briefly touched her lips to the apex of their guest's vulva. Neither woman asked the other to prolong the contact, let alone give them an orgasm, but they would have been within their rights to do so.

"I assume he hasn't--" Katarina started to say, but then stopped. "Goddess, that's a huge penis!" Jonas was still naked, as Sarah wanted him to get used to being naked around strangers. His cock had been flirting with an erection all morning, despite having briefly softened during breakfast. Sarah hadn't put on any clothes, either, and kept showing off her body to him during the lecture about periods. Seeing a new woman in revealing attire made it stiffen completely, jutting out in front of his midsection.

Katarina walked over and took the end of his cock with one hand. Jonas was too shocked to object, and his dick twitched in response to her touch. Her fingers were calloused and scratchy, stimulating his frenulum. Some pre-cum leaked out onto her hand.

"We might as well start now, Jonas. As an adult male, women can ask you to expose your penis and touch it at almost any time," Sarah said. "If you are able to get hard, you cannot object if they want vaginal sex with you."

"O-oh. I see," Jonas said. Katarina was rubbing his pre-cum around with her thumb.

"I should have asked your name, babe," Katarina said, finally looking up at his face.

"Jonas, ma'am."

"Nice to meet you. Maybe I'll come by in two weeks and see if I can you fit this inside me. I'm planning on carrying again."

Behind Katarina, Sarah was making a vigorous nodding motion with her head. Jonas got the hint. "Sure, Katarina," he said, as his cock twitched in his hand.

"Does he have a pregnancy fetish? His dick just jumped."

"He might," Sarah said. "He seems excited that he's knocked me up."

"Already?"

"I feel certain. We'll see in two weeks, of course. Shall we go to the exam room?"

Katarina reluctantly let go of Jonas' dick and they walked to a room that he hadn't been to yet. The newcomer stripped out of her boots and clothing. Jonas' heart raced as her large, U-shaped boobs flopped out of the white T-shirt. She climbed onto an exam table, the same model as on the stage in the lecture room where Alice and Samantha were at that same time, maneuvering her legs into holders at one end. Supported comfortably under her knees, Jonas could now see a small string coming from her vulva.

Sarah directed Jonas to briefly smooch Katarina's clitoris. Then she taught him how to replace her tampon. "You'll be asked to do this from time to time. You should be comfortable with it, and competent." He repeated the process several times to demonstrate he knew how to do it.

"Boys are usually more grossed-out," Katarina said.

"He's rather pious," Sarah said.

"Nice!"

"Do you want to let him fuck you so he can see what it's like when you're having your period?"

"I would but I'm feeling too crampy for that horse cock. Sorry, babe! I was serious about coming back when I'm ovulating, though. Would that be okay?"

"Send me an email when you have a date and I'll clear it with the Committee?" Sarah said.

"I'll do that!"

Once the practice session was done, Katarina got dressed again. While that was happening, Sarah explained that Jonas would continue practicing inserting and removing a tampon in her vaginal canal a few times a day, even though she didn't need one, until he reached an expert level of proficiency.

"What's 'email'?" Jonas asked, once the door had closed behind their visitor.

"It stands for 'electronic mail.' It's only for adults and allows you to send messages to each other using computer terminals. I'll show you later."

"That's not heretical technology?"

"Used to be; about ten years ago the Conclave ruled it didn't violate Her Commandments."

"Wow!"

"Do you want to talk about what just happened?" Sarah asked. "Did any of that make you uncomfortable?"

"Not really. It's Aphrodite's blood after all." Jonas shrugged.

"What about the when Katarina just took your penis in her hand without asking permission? I hadn't prepped you for that. I bet if you were average sized, she wouldn't have, but she still would have had the right to."

"I was surprised, and I'm not sure what to think," Jonas said. "Is this behavior covered in Book Three?"

"Explicitly."

"I'll just have to get used to it. Not like it's all bad."

"A major part of your training to get comfortable with not having control over your sex life. Only homosexual men have sexual autonomy in the Orchid Nation. On the plus side, if you like sex, you'll be a happy guy."

"I love sex with you!" Jonas blurted out, without thinking.

"That's sweet, honey. What about having sex with Katarina? Did you find her attractive? She is older. Your penis seemed to get hard."

"She was sexy," Jonas said, his face flushing.

"She did have some stretch marks here and there," Sarah probed.

"I noticed," Jonas said, and he looked up at the ceiling. "They were interesting. I guess, yeah, they were interesting and attractive."

"Did you like her breasts? You kept staring at them instead of her pussy."

"Yeah," Jonas said, bringing his hand behind his head. "They were big and I liked the shape."

"Good! She'll be back in two weeks and hopefully you two will conceive a baby with Her!" Sarah said. Jonas' dick spasmed in response.

X X X X

"Your next visitor is a lactating woman who's going to teach you to breastfeed. She's also going to be your weightlifting coach. Hopefully."

"Wait, how?"

"It was going to be a different carrier who was nursing, but when Coach Zoe and I were scheduling your tryout, she mentioned she's still got her milk in from her last pregnancy, and is training boys on how to nurse. We decided she'd feed you, then you two can head to the gym. Kill two birds with one stone, and all."

"Hope I make the team!" Jonas said.

Sarah walked over to a side table and picked up a sealed, clear plastic bag. It had Jonas' full name on it. "You'll need your wristlet today. Actually, whenever you go out, from now on."

"What's a wristlet?"

"It's an high tech bracelet thing. It's coded to your genetic signature and serves as a way to make sure you don't commit incest. That and it's your id too. And how you pay for stuff. And a key. Ok, lots of stuff. Here, put it on." Sarah ripped apart the plastic bag and handed Jonas a smooth, blue metallic bracelet.

Jonas snapped the wristlet around his left wrist. The interior surface of the circular band was padded with gel. Sarah disappeared into the bedroom and came back with a silver band around her left wrist, too.

"Does the blue mean anything?" Jonas asked.

"Blue is for heterosexual men. Purple would be bisexual, and orange is homosexual."

"Why's that matter?"

"It's so women know if they can ask you to have sex with them. 'Ask' is the polite term for it, as heterosexual and bisexual men can't refuse unless excused by a medical doctor. That reminds me! You need to keep your paste tolerance secret, or you'll find yourself having sex constantly. Trust me, that might sound nice in theory, but in practice you'd find it a major inconvenience at the very least, and more likely wind up being abused in some way. If you do share, make any woman you tell swear on the Mother not to spread the word."

"You weren't kidding that men don't have control over their sex lives!"

"That's right. You'll have a slight advantage in that your penis is so large some will avoid you. That might sound like a bad thing, honey, but on the flip side, you'll get extra interest from women in the second and third trimester of pregnancy. So I wouldn't worry about not getting enough sex."

Jonas' head was filled with many questions. "What does your silver wristlet mean?"

"Women's are all silver. The rules are the same for lesbian, bisexual and straight women, so there'd be no point in different colors. The main use of these is to prevent incest, especially getting a close genetic relative pregnant. Here, bring your wrist next to mine." Jonas complied, and small section of his bracelet flashed green for twenty seconds. Next to it was a small numeric display, showing the number eleven in blocky red digits. "Green means it's okay to have sex and impregnate. That number next to it doesn't really matter, anything over a 6 is safe for pregnancy."

"What if it wasn't okay?"

"There's yellow, which means you can have sex but only if the woman is on leaf so she can't be inseminated. That's for your genetic cousins."

"I can have sex with cousins?"

"Yes, the closest relatives you can lawfully fuck would be girls whose sires and carriers were both related to your sire and carrier, as long as you didn't have the same parents. They're almost, but not quite, like a genetic half-sister. Those women will still read as yellow, with a one next to the light."

"Huh, I heard my carrier does have a genetic sister, but I don't know if my sire had a genetic brother."

"It doesn't matter how closely related your cousin is, as long as she's on leaf. You cannot ever have sex with any of your parents, your carrier, your sire, or any siblings, both your main siblings or your genetic siblings or half-siblings. You also must not perform Vaginal Worship on any of those relations. Your wristlet will turn red for any of those people."

"What's Vaginal Worship?" Jonas asked.

"Part of Book Three is devoted to it. For now just realize that with most women, you need to kiss their vulvas as part of greeting them. Also, because you're trying out for an athletic team, you're on a different schedule from most boys, so it may feel like things are happening that you're not prepared for. Just be flexible."

At that moment, they heard a knock on the door. Sarah let their next guest into the apartment. She was a tall woman, half an inch below Jonas' height, with olive skin, straight brown hair and brown eyes. She was wearing flip flops and running shorts with no front. The puffy outer lips of her hairless vulva hid the rest of her sex. All Jonas could see was the dark vertical line of her slit. He did a double-take when he saw a small amount of viscous white fluid clinging to her skin, presumably semen. Her large bosoms were barely contained by a cloth bikini top, although Jonas didn't know the word "bikini" and did not recognize it as a piece of swimwear, thinking instead it was a skimpy brassiere. The garment had large wet stains around her nipples. Because it covered so little of her torso, Jonas could see the barest hint of washboard abs on her otherwise soft-looking body.

"Hi, I'm Zoe."

"Sarah, and this is Jonas."

"Nice to meet you both," the woman said, as she knelt in front of Sarah. The same exchange occurred as had happened when Katarina had first entered their apartment, with Zoe briefly kissing Sarah's clitoris.

When Sarah knelt in front Zoe, however, she noted the sperm clinging to the woman's outer labia. "Like me to clean you out?" Sarah asked.

"If you don't mind."

After kissing Zoe's clit, Sarah worked her tongue down the other woman's vulva. Using both hands, she spread the labia apart and then licked the vaginal canal as deeply as she could. Zoe pulsed her pelvic floor muscles, making her perineum bulge. At the same time, Sarah worked a finger inside, and the combination of both actions helped her scoop out most of the semen that had been up inside the weightlifting coach. While Sarah was eating her out, the wet spots on Zoe's top got larger and larger.