Daughters and Sons of Aphrodite

CHAPTER 7

Veronika, Jonas' new weightlifting partner, was holding hands with her primary parent, Jana. They were walking down the dimly lit hallway of one of the men's residential halls on Archemedia Lower College's sprawling campus.

The concept of a primary parent is unique to Orchid Island. From a legal standpoint, there are no additional rights or responsibilities associated with being labeled as such. However, in practice, it is an iron clad rule that people eventually pick one of the four to five adults who raised them as their prime. It is such a well-grooved practice that many government forms ask one to identify that person. In Veronika's case, of her five moms, she had, for as long as she could remember, always gotten along best with Jana. So Jana was her prime.

The air was cool, even inside the building, due to the early hour. They walked along the the broad stone tiles laid along the floor. The floor was made uneven through centuries of foot traffic. Veronika had a hitch to her gait. Every step triggered a dull ache in her sore pussy.

She was still getting used to seeing Jana's pussy. Only a few days earlier, if someone had told her that her mothers' vulvas would be exposed to her at almost all times, she would have called them a lunatic.

For what felt like the hundredth time, she glanced down at the space between her mom's legs, where her blue jeans were missing part of the front. There was a deep patch of blonde pubic hair, trimmed neatly into in a rectangle. "Still getting used to seeing my vagina, sweetheart?"

"Yeah," Veronika said. "How is that even okay?"

"It's Her vulva, not mine." Jana briefly framed the delta of her mons with both hands. "I just host it. It's never shameful to gaze upon the Goddess. Since I'm your mom you can't touch it or kiss it of course, but looking is okay. Are you finding you're interested in girls now?"

"The opposite. I'm thinking about penis 24/7 since yesterday. It's just so weird to see your vulva, mom! I never ever would have thought you'd be naked around me, especially, like, all the time!"

"Wanna get a better look?" Jana asked. She stopped walking and leaned back against a patch of wall between two framed watercolor paintings. Before Veronika could answer, she had spread her legs slightly and had gripped her labia with either hand, opening herself up. A man wearing a maintenance technician's coveralls was coming down the hallway. Jana ignored him. She also ignored the muffled sounds of moaning that were escaping from a nearby door.

"It's really okay?"

"Not just okay, honey: doctrine! You seem curious about what my vagina looks like, so don't wonder, check it out!"

"Okay." Veronika's voice was small. She knelt down, feeling especially awkward as the male stranger was only ten feet away by this point. Her mom spread her labia wider. "See where my clit is?"

"Yeah."

"And my urethra?"

"Yup."

"Is this arousing at all? There's no right answer, I'm just curious."

"It feels a bit weird, and interesting, to be looking at your vulva so closely, mom. But it's not erotic, no. And not just because you're my mom, although that would be a turn off. I'm just not into pussy."

"You never did seem attracted to other girls." While saying this, she stuck two fingers into her canal. It was dry, so she had to rub herself up and down a few times to get it to open.

"Yours doesn't look like mine at all." Veronika said, looking into her mother's open canal.

"No. The vagina Rebekah hosts looks like yours. At least the outside does." Jana was referring to the woman who'd given birth to Veronika, her so-called carrier.

"If it's not my vagina, why would it look like my carrier's?"

"The Goddess integrates your genes, sweetie."

The unknown man passed by them, stealing a quick but unabashed glance at Jana's vagina. Then both women straightened up and continued onwards. Again there were the unique sounds of lovemaking filtering into the hallway as they walked.

"Is his cock really so big?" Jana asked, as they continued walking down the corridor.

"I've only seen four so far, but it was a lot bigger than the others. Is that why you really came, mom?" Veronika was teasing.

"As your prime, I have to look out for you, honey." Jana said. Veronika scowled briefly. Although she knew her mother wasn't lying, she suspected there was an additional, underlying goal to her tagging along. They arrived at unit 209. Veronika noticed there was a flat plastic square to the right of the door. "Just hold your wristlet up there," Jana said. "Sarah said she added you to the access list."

A complex chain of emails had made this moment possible. The evening before, Zoe showed Veronika how to use email at a public kiosk. Normally, new female college students would learn about that the following day. But, as was becoming increasingly apparent, rules were bent for star athletes. For her first-ever email, Veronika composed a letter to Jana which described her new training program, including copious details about Jonas.

This, in turn, led to Jana emailing coach Zoe. After some back and forth, the two women decided Veronika should fuck Jonas again in the morning in order to squeeze in as many training opportunities before her first meet in a little over a year's time. Because Veronika would be pregnant with Jonas' baby for nine months of that, it was imperative to train as much as possible without the unrealistic, distorting Blessings only pregnant women got, making their vaginal canals especially elastic and boosting vaginal muscle strength.

So Jana got Teacher Sarah's email address from Zoe and started another exchange. Sarah was excited that Jonas was getting the opportunity to fuck one of his heros more often, and added Veronika to the list of people whose wristlets were authorized to open the door. She wrote that Veronika should feel free to drop by any time.

Veronika heard a click as her silver bracelet unlocked the door. Her eyes went wide. "Never seen that before!"

"Don't really need these electronic doors in family districts. It's rare even in adult districts too, but boys need privacy during the early training."

Veronika was holding her mother's hand as they crossed the threshold of the apartment. She gripped hard as she heard Jonas' raised voice.

"Take it you fucking slut!"

"Jonas," came a harried female voice. "I don't want this! Pull out now!" Without thinking, Veronika tried to bolt forward, but her mom held her back. Jana raised a hand to indicate they should both wait. "Ow! My pussy hurts, Jonas!"

"Tough. Your cunt belongs to me, bitch!"

The female moaned several times before speaking again. "This is rape. You're raping me!"

"Bitch, wet pussies don't lie!"

Veronika had to drag her mom, who wouldn't let go of her hand, towards the sounds of raised voices and bodies slapping together. They entered the bedroom. On all fours was a busty woman, presumably Sarah, Jonas' sexuality trainer. She was facing the door. Veronika could see why her mom had held her back.

While Sarah was continuing to accuse Jonas of rape, she couldn't keep an enormous grin off of her face. She was being fucked doggy style by her trainee, who had one hand gripping around her waist, and the other with a handful of her hair.

Jonas' eyes went wide as the two newcomers entered. He felt a brief moment of doubt. Not for the first time that morning, he questioned whether Sarah was really enjoying what was happening to her. Her vagina had been soaking with moisture since the very beginning. But the damned woman had kept any tone of role play out of her voice, and she hadn't let him see her face even once. He was fairly certain this was not accidental, as when he roughly woke her up to force himself on her, she fought back until she was in the doggy-style position.

The night before, right before bed, Sarah turned towards Jonas. Their eyes were inches apart. "Jonas, baby, you remember my safe word, right?"

"Yeah." He couldn't bring himself to repeat the word itself, "Amazon," the name of one of the Orchid Nation's worst historical enemies.

Sarah was staring directly into his face. He had gotten to know her well over the past school year, and the meaning behind her intense gaze wasn't lost on him. She was testing him, and her look indicated that a lot was riding on how he responded to her innuendo. So while Sarah fell asleep shortly thereafter, exhausted both by having trained Jonas on the Forms of Vaginal Worship and by fucking him three times, Jonas tossed and turned for nearly two hours, as he planned out what he was going to do the next morning to fulfill his former math teacher's fantasy.

When he woke up that morning, Sarah was still breathing hard, fast asleep. He considered letting her continue to slumber, but merely recalling her stern expression from the night before sent a shiver up his spine and erased any notion of going easy. Women could be scary that way.

He tentatively took her shoulder. "Wake up," he said. His voice was too soft and he mentally kicked himself.

"Huh?" she said, groggily, then turned away from him.

"I said wake up!" His voice was raised now, but anyone watching could tell his heart wasn't in it.

"My pussy hurts, Jonas, I don't want you inside me right now, if that's what you're thinking." There was no hint in her tone that she wasn't serious.

"Tough, Sarah. I want you and, and, that's all that matters right now." Once again he chided himself on the lack of conviction in his voice.

'She hasn't said the safe word,' he reminded himself.

Jonas' cock wasn't hard yet due to nerves. Thinking quickly, he scrambled over to the night stand and swiped a fingertip of paste from a small tub.

"I'm going back to sleep."

"No you're not." Jonas felt emboldened as his cock was rapidly stiffening.

"Make me."

"Have it your way." His voice was shaky.

What ensued was a brief, intense wrestling match. Like all Daughters of Aphrodite who had given birth at least once, Sarah was much stronger than her soft-looking body suggested, and she fought back with all of her strength. Jonas, however, had been on weightlifting teams for more than five years and easily overpowered her. To his annoyance, his teacher did always manage to squirm just enough that he could never see the expression on her face. He was desperate to know if she truly wanted to be raped at that moment or not.

Eventually, he got her pinned down on the rug, face down. Her large boobs were smashed into the floor. She squeezed her legs together. He was starting to get pissed off. Why couldn't she give him any hint? He spread her legs with his hands, then got his knees between hers, so that should couldn't clamp up again.

"No! Jonas! I'm serious, do not fuck me."

"Tough!" His voice shook.

'Dammit!' He grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him. She reached awkwardly behind herself and tried pushing at his torso, but it was like fighting a marble statue. He thrust forward with his cock, slipping off and under her vulva. He tried to grab her shoulder with one hand, so he could use his other for his cock, but got a handful of brown hair instead. 'Whatever!' he thought. His heart was pounding and he was starting to understand what people meant by "seeing red."

"Ow!" Sarah shouted. The fat head of his cock had just, with his guidance, pushed into her canal.

Three things kept him going, as part of his mind was still shouting at him to stop. First, her vaginal canal opened easily for him and even with his lack of experience, he could tell she was unusually wet inside. Second, she hadn't used the safe word. And third, a different part of his mind was enjoying the act.

"Ow! Ow! Stop!" Sarah lied, as her dripping pussy gave her true feelings away.

Jonas pumped more furiously than ever, still gripping her hair. She tried to scoot forward, off his dick, but so he pulled harder and also grabbed her hip with his free hand. Her body was flushed red and he could see goose bumps everywhere. Encouraged by these obvious signs of pleasure, Jonas came to a quick decision. He tried to think of the most heretical, humiliating phrases he knew, ones he'd never dare say out loud.

"Whore, your cunt's showing your true nature!" His voice shook. Although his play-acting was amateurish, a new thrill shot through Sarah's body. She was so swept up in the moment, she started to push her hips back towards her trainee, rather than try to escape his cock. Emboldened, Jonas said, "Slut, I'm going to rape you every morning from now on." There was more assurance in his voice.

"No!" Sarah squealed, and kicked her feet up and down.

Shortly thereafter, Jana and Veronika entered. Jonas almost stopped. It was embarrassing to have two relative strangers watching their intense lovemaking.

He pushed Sarah down onto the floor, letting go of her hair and gripping her sweaty hips with both hands. "I'm serious, stop!" she said.

He pumped furiously as he growled, "Stop yapping! This what you deserve, you dirty whore!"

"I mean it, stop ra---" Sarah started to say, but just then both of her legs, which were plastered to the carpet, began to shake uncontrollably. Jana and Veronika could see her eyes roll into the back of her head and heard the repetitive squelching sounds rise up an octave as her pussy flooded itself.

"Holy Mother above!" Jana said. "Sweetheart, this is not the time to hold back." Veronika's mom slid down to the floor, back against the wall, and reached between her own legs. Soon moans escaped the older woman's lips as she watched Sarah revel in her rape fantasy. "Vera, if you don't feel like an orgasm, that's fine, but if you do, it's heresy to resist."

"Okay," Veronika said, quietly. She had an uncertain look on her face as she came to rest next to her mom. Their ankles were touching as she spread her legs and snaked two fingers past her labia. She was surprised to find out how sloppy her pussy was. It had been so shocking to hear what at first sounded like genuine assault, she had not maintained awareness of the state of her own anatomy.

Mother and daughter masturbated themselves for a solid ten minutes, each cumming once, as Sarah and Jonas put on a deeply erotic, if faintly disturbing, show. Once she caught her breath, Sarah continued to assert she was being taken against her will, and Jonas tried to mock her. At last, Veronika saw an unmistakable look of bliss cross Jonas' face as his dick pulsed inside of his lover. Sarah then flipped around, and the two made out as if they had just been reunited after five years' absence.

Jana had one more orgasm during the passionate French kissing session, and Veronika came close. Then Sarah got up and walked over to them. Her hair was plastered to her forehead and her eyes were shining. "Would you like breakfast?" Cum streamed from her pussy.

"I'll start with you, honey," Jana said, using a husky voice Veronika had never heard from any of her mothers before. Jana kissed Sarah's clitoral hood, briefly, then sucked cum off of outer labia and inner thigh. "Your turn, sweetheart," she said to her daughter.

"With his cum there?"

"Uh-huh, might as well get used it. You'll be eating plenty of freshly fucked vagina for the rest of your life."

"O-okay," Veronika said. Truth be told, she was more hesitant to taste her mom's saliva on Sarah's pussy than she was to eat Jonas' sperm, but she didn't want to hurt her mom's feelings by saying that.

Tentatively, she began to lick at Sarah's thick lips. Sure enough, the faint taste of her mom's saliva was there. Then she felt a firm hand -- her mom's -- push on the back of her head. "Don't be shy, honey, get your tongue up in her canal."

Sarah started to perform pelvic floor exercises, forcing Jonas' sperm out while the young woman tried awkwardly to get her tongue, which wasn't a long one, inside. Clumsy as it all was, in about a minute Veronika had extracted, and swallowed, over a tablespoon of the slimy, watery fluid.

"That's good, sweetie, I'll finish up. Why don't you and Jonas take a shower together. Wash each other's bodies, okay? Don't touch yourself."

The two eighteen year olds looked awkwardly at each other, while Jana lapped vigorously at Sarah's vulva, alternating big strokes with small ones and scooping up the remainder of Jonas' seed.

"Is this okay?" Jonas asked, once in the shower. He was about to soap up Veronika's boobs.

Veronika burst out laughing. "Dude, you were just 'raping' your trainer and now you're asking permission to touch my tits, which you already groped yesterday."

Jonas flushed. "That was just playacting, you know. Sarah was pretty insistent about it."

"No duh, dude. You should have seen the look on her face."

"I think she didn't want me to be able to. When I grabbed her this morning she struggled until she was facing away. So I wouldn't be totally sure if she really wanted it or not."

"Believe me, she wanted it. Mom and I had a perfect view. Anyway, you ever don't need permission to touch my body, dude. I give you full permission right now, until I say otherwise. You're going to be fucking me over and over and over again. It'd be ridiculous put anything off limits." Veronika briefly considered whether she'd gone too far. Would she be okay if he stuck his fingers up her butt hole? A few seconds of consideration produced an answer. She would be fine with that, even if it sounded weird. She decided not to say anything, however. He could figure that out for himself. Another thought crossed her mind, however, and this wasn't something she could leave unsaid. "One rule, though: no kissing."

Jonas' face fell, although he tried to hide it and quickly composed himself. "No problem."

Vera had noticed his expression, brief as it was. "Don't take it personally, I'm just not ready for romantic stuff. It'd just distract me from my goals."

Jonas nodded and began washing Veronika all over, including under her heavy boobs. She let him shampoo and rinse her hair. He washed her vulva but only the external parts, and only with water, no soap, as Sarah had shown him the day before.

As Veronika started to wash his body, paying special attention to his long cock, her nude mom entered the oversized shower enclosure, Sarah in tow. Veronika had to fight the instinct to leave, given how unused she was to seeing her mom naked, let alone being sexually active around her. Jana and Sarah both had inscrutable expressions on their faces, and without warning began to make out with each other. The fact that neither one was a lesbian, or even bisexual, only added to the taboo eroticism of the moment.

Jonas' massive cock stiffened in Veronika's hands. Wordlessly, she turned away from Jonas and bent forward at the waist. She felt Jonas lift her, then, with her hand to help guide, push inside her sore vagina while she watched Sarah slide down her mother's torso and start to lap at her pussy.

"Ow!" Veronika said. "Sorry!" she added. "Keep going! Oh! It just hurts." She had not been able to walk straight since the day before, and it seemed brutally soon to be taking the massive horse-like cock inside her again.

"Good girl, sweetie, take that cock, let him pound you," her mom said. She then gave some instructions to Sarah. Veronika couldn't hear all the words. Sarah seemed to be following well, as she craned her neck to get her tongue deeper in Jana's canal, and slide two fingers in as well.

"Train that pussy, Jonas!" Sarah added, her voice muffled.

"You need to get good and stretched out before you get pregnant, sweetie," Jana said. Now her words interspersed between moans of pleasure.

That almost made Veronika cum, however the continual pain of taking the leading six inches worth of ultra-wide dick held her back. Jonas, however, had little staying power given the overwhelming dirtiness of the situation they were in, and she soon felt her pussy filling with his sperm. Shortly thereafter, Sarah brought her mom to a quivering climax, with goose bumps visibly covering her body.