Yep, Part 2

That was the last night you slept with only one partner. Your mother actually snuck in and fucked you in your sleep that night. The next morning, Dr. Schultz and hus curvy daughter Frieda paid you a house call, confirming that two or more women overnight was a necessity.

Your taking of Nadine and sexual proclivity was proudly announced in the Rockton Gazette. As publisher, your father guaranteed a front-page story that reached most of southwest Ohio and was sent by wire to other papers in the state and elsewhere.

The coming weeks were a blur. You kept Nadine indefinitely, she was to be your wife afterall, and took many women to bed. Your mother most nights, but also your sister Eleanor was fun. Your older sister Eloise was a surprisingly tight virgin, to the point of needing medical attention after her defloration. But she had loosened up after repeated fucks.

Henrietta was enthusiastic about fucking you, even if only taking her ass the first time, as you did her mother, but she was soon on overnight patrol and you took her virtue as most other women of like age in town. She did not like Nadine one bit, so it amused you to watch as you **** them to pleasure each other.

Plans for the wedding were slow. Myron Johnson was hauling his feet on paying, and it was improper for your family to chip in, but you thought about just going to a justice of the peace. Then the morning sickness happened.

You awoke to find Nadine and Eleanor very ill, and having made a mess of the bed. Around town, women displayed similar symptoms of illness. The doctors feared that the Spanish flu of the last two years had returned, but your mother Eliza had by then surmised that it was simple pregnancy.

This had surprised you. She was pregnant. Nadine was pregnant. Eleanor, Eloise, Henrietta, Mrs. Dugan, Mrs. Johnson, the tourist Claudia Yeager and her daughters, Siobhan, Siobhan's sister, your father's secretary Nan, Joan, Mary, Frieda, and countless others. All pregnant.

You had broached the subject with Dr. Schultz once, after a particularly enjoyable romp with his daughter, and he claimed that sufferers of the disease rarely had children. He was either lying or misinformed. Your mother and Nadine didn't seem alarmed at the pregnancies, and when you approached the good Doctor, you found out that he was neither.

"If I understand my colleague's work correctly, their is a high probability of fertilization, I believe is correct word, but these are not your children. They are byproducts of the disease. No need to worry, Herr Mason."

You found this incredulous. You were in your everyday suit, in the city of Chambersville, while Nadine and Eliza and Frieda stood by as you were told that your children with them were of no concern.

"You want to fuck now, Ja?" asked Frieda, as she began disrobing in the lobby. You, and your shadow Nadine, paced out of there. "We need to get married!" you grab Nadine to press the issue.

"You keep saying that, John. I mean, I'll marry you, but these things take time. Do you need to me to suck you again?" You turn away as she gets down on her knees. A passersby waves at you two, as the streets are busy.

You pace in circles. "No, if you have my child, it'll be a bastard if we don't marry."

She tsked. "You can't marry us all, John. Besides, there's no stigma about bastards anymore. Especially with you." She was right. You felt that these babies would have unexpected lives despite coming from unorthodox homes. "Besides, how do you know it's your child?"

She gave you a coy smile, and you recalled how Frank Yeager had visited with his family on a tour of Rockton three weeks prior, and you enlisted them all in an impromptu orgy. Nadine had fucked Frank then, and he did ejaculate within her. But you had fucked Nadine a dozen times prior and a hundred times since. But then again, you also had her fuck her father that one time...

"Regardless," you said, dropping your train of thought, "you are mine and that child is mine. If not by blood, then by law. We are getting married. Today."

You and Nadine walked to the local courthouse, where the judge granted your license to marry, and also gave you leave to fuck the local truant delinquent right on that courtroom bench. You made another baby that day before leaving with Mrs. Nadine Mason, the future First Lady of the United States.