Yes, the Amish

Godstown had suffered a major fire, possibly caused by ill-upkeep of the room where you and Zebulon fucked a bunch of virgins. Now, Zebulon was here with his new betrothed, as well as his father and stepmother and several buggies containing families of those you had impregnated. You had taken Rebecca Hostetler to stay in your harem, and that sorta made you family, in their eyes.

They did not blink at the naked nun or mute, or when you grabbed Rebecca and tongue-kissed her in front of them all. You had fucked her in front of her father, afterall. They were accepting of your condition, although notably displeased at Rebecca's lesbian love affair until you told them you found it arousing. Then Leigh was suddenly accepted as one of their own.

Mandy's entire body was sore from spending a couple days with the Abagnale twins at your request, so she was happy to see you when you stopped by and commandeered their home, as well as her home and the other three on the block. Everyone would share with the Amish in an expansion of your holdings.

Chris had spent several hours being ass-fucked against his will by Old Man Hennessy when you misspoke the last time you saw him. A cursory inspection of the Hennessy home turned up Chris's service revolver, which you quietly handed to Lonnie. You weren't sure if you could trust Chris, who was in Luna's employ. Luna, the bitch who must've kidnapped Julie at the three-hourers request.

You were so filled with rage that you punched a hole in the wall and backslapped some Amish housewife. That was probably not the best time to receive the phone call.

"Mr. Doe, you don't know me, but I'm a young man who suffers from a similar condition. I'd like to meet with you, but I see you have your hands full with new neighbors. How about neutral ground? I'm staying at the local high school, fucking a few of the students you didn't get to, and dismissing classes for the day. Julie's here. I'd let her talk, but she's got her mouth full."

The motherfucker laughed as I gripped Agnes's hair violently and gritted my teeth. "I'll be there, fucker." I said, before crushing my own phone. My hands were bleeding as Rebecca patched them up in the Hennessy bathroom. Leigh was attempting a blowjob to no avail as I was approaching the danger zone. Four hours have passed since ejaculation, and the women were growing frantic.

"You can't go without a fuck!" said the bruised Agnes.

"We can stop by the hospital and have Tracy get the semen out!" offered my sister Dana.

I just thought of my sweet little girl, and how I would rescue her from this monster and then lay her down and fuck...

I was instantly rock hard and just as instantly drowning poor Leigh in my fluids. She was not as tolerant as the others, and began gagging and wretching, but I arose and paid it no heed. "I'm going alone. Just me and the new girl," I said, signing this as well for Lonnie's benefit.

It was a trap, I knew, but I had gone to this high school, and worked in it as a volleyball coach. I knew secrets of the school that this young man could never conceive. Commandeering an SUV from a confused couple the road, me and a fully-dressed Lonnie drove the short distance to the nearly-deserted OVHS. I was wearing Chris's body armor under a bulky coat not fit for the May air. And Lonnie, of course, had her backpack.