Quaranteam: SE - Team Davies Ch. 04 (Patreon)

Quaranteam: Southeast – Team Davies

By 2charlie

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Chapter 4

All Characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are over the age of 18.

***Gainesville, FL – 0730, Thursday, July 30, 2020***

Miles placed his spare Service Khaki uniform into a garment bag, including shoes, socks, and a combination cap, in case he should need them at some point in the future. He then checked his Type III Navy Working Uniform one final time for proper fit and grabbed his 8-point hat and tucked it under his arm. Grabbing his garment bag and a backpack containing a portfolio holding his orders, a writing tablet and some pens, and a portable battery and charging cable for his cell phone, he headed out to the garage to load up his kit.

His Team was already busy with their morning routine. Penny was working in the kitchen to fill his Yeti bottle with his beverage of choice, sweet tea, and Jan was marshaling the kids through breakfast before they started their day. He came back in from the garage to pass through the kitchen, giving his son and niece each a quick hug and kiss, and then tousling Trent’s hair with a grin. “I want each of you to do your best to be helpful today. I’m looking forward to hearing all about how your day went over dinner tonight. In the meantime, be good!”

Penny and Jan followed Miles out of the kitchen to the garage to see him off.

Penny ran her fingers along Miles’ freshly shaved jawline, then leaned in to kiss him, saying “I’m going to run Jan back to her place this morning so she can pick up her car and a few more things. Then I’ll be back home to put in a few hours of work, and,” she hesitated, a somber look crossing her features, then a sigh. “I’ll reach out to Raul’s life insurance agent after lunch,” she finished with a slight catch in her voice.

Jan followed Penny, kissing Miles, then telling him “I don’t have to report back to work until Monday, so I plan to spend the day sorting through things and figuring out what to do with my old household. I’ll be bringing clothes and some personal items over to our new house but need to decide what to do with the old house and redundant items.”

Miles hugged them both, then turned to Jan. “Just bring over what you need for now and start grouping stuff you think you want to keep, vs. what you don’t. I think I may have a few ideas to run past you later regarding the house and unwanted items.”

Getting into his SUV, Miles waved to both women, then pulled out of the garage, shutting the garage door behind him, and drove down his private driveway before turning east on NE 53RD Avenue, heading for the Forward Operating Base.

****

The Senior Airman guarding the gate at FOB Waldo carefully inspected Miles’ Military ID and then checked his clipboard. He stepped over to his guard shack, then returned with a pair of stickers for Miles’ windshield, indicating his base access, date of expiration, and officer status. “Just place these on your windshield in the upper middle, behind the mirror, sir. After you enter the base, the admin building is just down to your left, look for building A-33. When you enter the building, the noncom at the desk will check you in, and put you in contact with General Palmer.”

As Miles nodded, the gate guard stepped back from his vehicle and snapped to attention, waving the vehicle through after he saluted.

Miles nodded, then pulled through the gate, turned left, and headed down to Building A-33. He found a parking spot near the building entrance, got out of his SUV, grabbed his backpack but left his garment bag in the vehicle. As he walked toward the doors, he heard a loudspeaker nearby begin to play the national anthem. He immediately halted, turned to face the nearest flagpole, along with everyone else caught outside at that time, and stood saluting as the anthem played. As soon as the anthem finished, he finished the salute and continued to the door, entering and walking over to the admin desk.

A staff sergeant was manning the desk, her name tape identifying her as SSgt Kozlowski. Stepping up to the desk, Miles said, “Good morning, Sergeant. I am here this morning to see General Palmer.” Miles said as he offered her his military ID.

Kozlowski looked up at Miles, checked his uniform, rank insignia, and name tape above his right pocket, then checked his ID against her tablet before passing back his ID. “Ah, yes, Commander. I have you on my list. You’re early, sir. Please give me a moment to check if the General can see you now.”

Miles stepped back and waited while the staff sergeant tapped a message into her tablet. A few moments later, the staff sergeant looked up at Miles and said, “Commander Davies, the General will see you now. Please go through the doors behind me to your left.” Without another word, the Staff Sergeant went back to some activity she’d been working on when Miles had approached her initially.

Miles turned and went to the doors Kozlowski had indicated and opened one, taking one step inside and announcing himself, “Commander Davies, reporting as ordered!”

The adjoining room beyond the doors had been set up to house the local FOB Commanding Officer and her Staff. When Miles entered, the only two occupants had been the female General who appeared to be around Miles’ age, and a younger female captain, both dressed in Air Force OCP fatigues. “Come in Commander. Take a seat,” the general answered, looking up at him.

Miles approached the general’s desk, nodded in acknowledgment to the junior officer standing next to the general, and took the offered seat.

The general was not an unattractive woman, but he could not make out much of her features from behind her desk, especially given that she was wearing an N-95 mask. Her dark auburn hair had thin streaks of gray threading through it here and there and was done up in a bun. She had a simple, oval face, with a not-quite-permanent scowl that had settled in some time ago. Her eyes, while stern, had a hint of kindness to them, and were a startling bright green.

The captain, by contrast, had a more exotic appearance, even with minimally applied makeup and very simply styled hairdo. She stood perhaps 5’4”, maybe 5’5”, and was fairly slim, with her OCPs hiding her curves. Her skin was a dark mocha eyes a surprisingly deep, dark blue, like the deeper waters of the Pacific, and offset by her bronze eyeshadow. Her expression seemed to be set in a not-quite frown.

Palmer turned back to the captain, saying “Thank you, Chandani. Why don’t you have a seat while I welcome the commander, and then we can brief him on Operation Endure.” As the captain walked around the desk to take the chair next to Miles, the general picked up a folder from her desk and opened it, reading snippets from it aloud. “Joshua Miles Davies, Commander, USN, graduated from the University of Florida in 2002… hometown boy, eh? Go Gators! Let’s see, BS in Mechanical Engineering, graduated top of Officer Candidate School in September ‘02, attended Naval Nuclear Power School in Charlotte from November ‘02 to April ‘03, went on to Nuclear Power Training Unit at Knolls Atomic Power Laboratories in Ballston Spa, New York from May ‘03 to September ‘03. Says you married your wife, Beth, during leave after graduating NPTU Ballston Spa, then went back to KAPL as a staff training officer for two years, before finally reporting for duty aboard the Enterprise, where you served as a Reactor Watch Officer and Reactor Mechanical Division Officer from December ‘05 until January of ‘09. Rotated off from Enterprise to serve as a Weapons Officer, and later Operations Officer aboard the Normandy from March ’09 through September ‘12, after which you transitioned to Reserves status. You’ve been serving in various capacities out of NAS Jacksonville these past years.

“Completed your Master of Engineering Degree in 2017 with a focus in Industrial and Systems Engineering. In your civilian capacity, you were the senior Sustainability Strategist for the State of Florida Department of Civil Engineering, hold a seat on the Governor’s Advisory Board, are a Part-Time instructor for UF, and are actively involved in the Boy Scout Program.”

The general paused a moment before continuing. “Also says your wife, Beth, was killed in a car accident on Christmas Eve, 2017 – that’s rough! – and that your oldest son recently died from DuoHalo, along with members of your extended family. Damned rough!” she paused to look up at him, sympathy in her eyes.

“During your military service, awarded multiple awards and commendations,” she continued reading, “including three-time recipient of the Navy Sea Service ribbon, two-time recipient of a Joint Meritorious Unit Award, Navy Unit Commendation, three-time recipient of the Navy Meritorious Unit Commendation, three-time recipient of the Navy’s Battle E Ribbon, National Defense Service Medal for GWOT, Navy Rifle Marksmanship Ribbon, Navy Pistol Marksmanship Ribbon, and finally Surface Warfare Officer pin.

“You’ve received accolades in your civilian professional career, including the 2018 Most Valuable Engineer award from the State of Florida, Department of Civil Engineering. And finally, you’re a well-trained adult scout leader in the Boy Scouts program. Whew! Quite a tale behind you, Commander Davies. And, very recently, you have a new Team forming, with your first partners being Ms. Penelope Sommers and Ms. Janet Seward. Did I miss anything?”

Miles grimaced slightly - surprised at the completeness of that file, given that it contained more than his military record would reflect - and shook his head. “No ma’am, that about sums me up.”

The general grunted slightly, closing the manilla folder and placing it back on a pile, before turning back to Miles. “Commander, I am sorry that we’ve had to recall you to active duty, but your country is in a deep pile of shit, for which we have been completely and woefully underprepared. How much do you know about DuoHalo, its relative impact, and the experimental Quaranteam serum?”

Miles shifted slightly, then leaned forward. “First off, please feel free to call me Miles when decorum permits, General. Second, my experience with DuoHalo has been sudden and personal, but beyond that, I have little actual information. Same with the serum.”

“Very well, Miles it is. Okay, the information I am going to share with you is very sensitive, highly compartmentalized, and may not be disseminated outside of need-to-know. Understood? Good. DuoHalo is pretty much Covid’s bigger, much meaner brother, fresh off a two-week bender, hopped up on meth, and pissed to the gills because someone called his momma fat! It has a crazy mortality rate, especially for men, and particularly targets teenagers with prejudice. DuoHalo has been 100% fatal to anyone between the ages of 11 and 17. Among women, it has a mortality rate of 30-45%, and among men, the rate is much higher, ranging from 80 to 95%. These rates are for cases when immediate medical intervention occurs. Without intervention, the rates skyrocket.” She paused to let this information sink in. “The average incubation is 12 days, give or take, from infection to first symptoms, with the infected contagious the whole time. Once symptoms appear, usually around day 13, they can include coughing from lungs filling with fluids, sore or clogged throat, labored breathing, shaky or uncoordinated muscles, and difficulty thinking. Death usually occurs within 48 hours of presenting symptoms. Official death tolls are not being reported, as they would no doubt lead to mass panic and widespread civil unrest. Let’s just say we’ll be looking back at the Spanish Flu and thinking about the good old days. Are you tracking all of this so far?”

Miles had blanched at the blunt assessment of the virus’ deadly impact, especially on teens, and simply nodded.

“So, the Air Force has been working since early this year to develop a way to combat this motherfucker, and the best we’ve been able to come up with is the serum to which you’ve recently been introduced; we’ve been simply calling it the Quaranteam Serum, produced by Veraxiontic Pharmaceuticals. The serum is made up of a concoction that binds itself to the recipient’s DNA before beginning self-replication within the individual’s lymphatic system. The end-product acts as a sort of super white blood cell, targeting DuoHalo and other ailments. The problem arises with the complications. The serum can only be successfully given to an adult female. It cannot be directly administered to an adult male patient, as it literally tears the man apart trying to find female DNA strands with which to bind. However, once given to an adult female, the benefits can be transferred temporarily to a male partner through the exchange of bodily fluids during sexual congress. The benefits to the male can last for a week or so before they begin to lose effectiveness. Still following?”

Miles nodded. “We were told that the male would need multiple partners to receive adequate levels of protection and that once partnered, it was dangerous for the female to encounter the semen from any other male. What’s with all of that?”

The General nodded. “That’s correct. The female has much higher resistance to DuoHalo or other diseases than what she passes on to her male partner. To elevate the male’s resistance, he’ll need multiple transfers from several partners. The more partners, the higher the male’s cumulative resistance. I think our current data indicates that a male needs in the neighborhood of 7 – 10 partners to achieve more than 90% resistance. Which reminds me – you are under-partnered, Commander, and will be receiving two more partners this evening, and another pair no later than Sunday. As for encounters with other males, merely getting another man’s semen on a bonded female’s skin is enough to cause what looks like a chemical burn. Ingesting, or otherwise receiving another man’s semen internally, can be fatal.”

Miles’ eyes widened first at the news of more pending partners, then went even wider at the explanation of the danger to a bound female posed by another man’s semen. His mind started going down dark paths of potential pitfalls, and he immediately killed off those thoughts, returning his focus to the General. “Thank you for the explanation, General Palmer…”

The General raised her hand, stopping Miles. “Please, while we’re in relative privacy, you may address me as Your Highness,” she grinned,” or simply Martha,” she finished with a wry smile.

Miles snorted, “Thank you, Martha. As I was about to ask, why is the Air Force setting up a FOB outside of Gainesville, and what is it you need from me?”

Martha nodded to the captain. “Captain Swami, would you take it from here?”

The captain looked up from where she’d been taking a few notes, flipped a few pages on her notepad, and began speaking, “Commander, your scout troop looks to have been the catalyst for an outbreak in this region. Florida has been fairly lucky thus far in the pandemic, with only a few statistical bumps in the already-steep infection rate. This new event has become more significant. As best we can tell, one of the staff associated with the facilities where your group was holding their activities had just returned to the region after spending a season doing landscaping in the Virgin Islands. He traveled by small private plane and slipped through airport screening. We assume that he had only himself been exposed either immediately before, or during his travels. When he came to the campgrounds, he interacted with a few of your adults working in the kitchen, who then spread DuoHalo throughout the others present during the final closing party at the end of the camp. Once the staff at Shands started reporting cases of DH, an advance team from MacDill came up here to investigate. As the scope quickly became apparent, regional command pulled the trigger on the Air Force setting up FOB Waldo, using this as a launching point for a regional response and advanced serum distribution facility. We have subsequently begun a campaign to introduce the Quaranteam serum to this region of Florida, and yours is one of the first teams we are creating as part of it.”

Miles nodded, having gritted his teeth at the explanation of how his troop was initially exposed, then scowled as he realized the resulting fallout from that exposure. He then nodded at the captain to continue her briefing. “Understood so far. Please go on.”

Swami checked her notes, then resumed, “Unfortunately, the spread of the virus may be outpacing our efforts to contain it. Certain measures will be going into effect later this evening, effectively creating an information black hole, wherein communications cannot enter or leave this area. Regional telecommunications will be suspended for the immediate future, interrupting all internet and cellular lines of comms, and martial law will be imposed, with a mandatory isolation order being directed at all local residents, as well as a curfew. Roadblocks are already being erected along all roadways 10 miles out of Gainesville, and Interstate 275 will be shut down to the north and south, with traffic being rerouted along hurricane evacuation routes to the east or west. The Air Force is assembling a series of Medical QRTs that will set up treatment units at major venues in and around Gainesville while we strive to get enough of the serum delivered to attempt to limit casualties as best we can.”

Miles looked back and forth between the two officers. “What are we looking at here?”, he asked with concern.

Captain Swami referenced her notes once again, then spoke, “Our best estimates are that 50 to 65% of the local community will have been exposed by now, possibly more, and many will be entering the final stage by this weekend, it not before, as with your family. We will begin the containment measures tonight and will be broadcasting instructions to the local community via local news and radio, as well as linked from a splash screen all internet providers will host, asking people to remain within their homes and complete the Oracle questionnaire while we make final preparations for the vaccination centers. By tomorrow morning, no later than oh-eight hundred, we should have first-wave vaccine centers up and running. After that, it will depend on how the civilians respond. We are trying to be cautiously optimistic, but similar instances throughout the country have gone sideways in many different ways, so it could all go FUBAR. We’re trying to avoid that.”

Miles swore softly, closing his eyes for a moment to gather his thoughts. He then opened his eyes and looked at the General. “Martha, I appreciate you briefing me on all of this. How can I help? I am not trained in catastrophe response, but can certainly lend a hand if you need the bodies…”

“That’s not where we can best use your skills, Miles,” she cut him off with a slashing motion. “It’s what comes after that we expect to need your assistance sorting out. We know there will be losses; we’ve already played this scenario too many times. What comes next, we’re hoping you can help us do a better job. Those who survive will be placed into Teams – again, as you are experiencing – and those Teams will potentially be much larger in size than even the most devout of catholic families. Modern housing is simply not prepared to host these new Teams, and we need to begin to figure out short-term options, as well as what sort of long-term needs they will have so we can begin to establish the necessary housing infrastructure to accommodate them. How many bedrooms should be considered basic? Are there ways in which housing can be constructed to better facilitate ease of expansion? What do we do with current housing? Not to mention the need to identify the responsible actions that need to be undertaken short of just demolishing whole swaths of homes to make room for new ones.

“Keep in mind the severe supply chain interruptions the lockdowns have imposed. We need to plan what to reclaim from the existing, abandoned homes before we demolish them. We need to design a phased approach to quickly house the Teams we will be creating, and then pivot to a more sustainable long-term solution, better fit for the new Teams-style family structure. Toss out the old concepts of nuclear families – we’re looking at families with a single male head-of-household, but with numerous females, any or all of which could bring children with them from previous lives, or bear children in the future. How do we need to change the fundamental building block of society – the family home? This is where you come in. We’re calling it Operation Endure - one of several parallel engagements to seek options to deal with the whole ‘what comes next’ part – this one being in the Southeast U.S., and it’s yours to run.”

Miles sat back for a moment, in awe of the scope of this new challenge. The impetus behind it was a nightmare, but once he got past that, he was mentally cracking his knuckles, already thinking of a hundred little details that would need to be addressed. The fucking immense gall of it, tossing housing concepts into the shitcan of history and shaping new concepts appealing and intimidating him in equal measures. After a minute or two of silence, he realized with a start that both women were staring at him expectantly. He blinked once, then again, then asked, “When do I get started?”

                The captain muttered an expletive under her breath and reached into one of her pockets, then handed over something to the General. Miles merely raised his eyebrows in a questioning look. The general explained, “Chandani and I had a friendly wager before you got here regarding what your initial response would be. Let’s just say I won.” She paused to press a button on her phone and at the buzz simply said, “Send her in, Kozlowski.”

Martha returned her attention to Miles. “Now, for today, you and I are done. I have to continue preparations for the containment activities. I am going to send you off at this point with your new liaison officer, who will also be introducing you to your next partner. For the present, you have the following priorities; first – settle in your new partners, second – begin outlining your plan for major efforts, big-bucket work breakout shit, create a basis of estimate for manpower requirements, and start putting together a notional timeline. I expect you to be prepared to brief me and the rest of my staff on your concept by noon next Tuesday. That should give you enough time to rough out your proposal and be ready to walk us through it. Questions?”

Miles realized he would likely have many questions, but the most immediate was answered for him as a familiar woman entered the office. “First Lieutenant Debra Jansen, reporting as ordered, General!”

The General acknowledged the junior officer. “At ease, Lieutenant. I believe you already know Commander Davies. Please escort the commander to his new office and help get him squared away. Commander, good luck! I’ll be looking forward to your briefing next week. In the meantime, lay low and protect your team!” And with that, Miles popped to attention, said a perfunctory “yes, ma’am”, did a smart about-face, and followed Jansen out of the office, where she led him back to the reception desk.

“Kozlowski, do you have the Commander’s access badge yet?”

The noncom handed an RFID badge, CAC sleeve, and lanyard over the counter to Jansen. “They just dropped this by from Security, ma’am,” she responded. “The commander should be all set, and able to use his CAC to log in to his seat.”

Jansen nodded, then beckoned Miles to follow her to the door past the reception area, where she slid the RFID card to which the badge was attached across a card scanner. The scanner indicator blinked from red to green, and Miles heard an audible click as the door unlocked. Jansen handed the badge and lanyard to Miles. “Put this on, sir, and come with me.”

Jansen continued through the doorway and led Miles past several closed office doors until she reached one with a plate already bearing his name, which she opened with her badge. Inside the office space were several desks with multiple laptops, as well as a large whiteboard. She walked past a desk to one with its back to the wall, facing the doorway, and moved around behind it to show Miles the ruggedized laptop that was waiting for him. “This is your seat, sir. This is a standard NIPRNet build, currently connected to AFNet, and already set to use your Navy credentials. This particular system uses your CAC for authentication, along with your fingerprint, instead of a normal username and password. Just insert the CAC into that slot on the left side of the laptop and run your index finger over the scanner there on the bottom to the right of the keyboard. If you remove your CAC, your session is locked until you reauthenticate. Anti-Snowden measures.”

Miles chuckled at the reference, then sat down at the desk and went through the login process. As soon as he had logged in, the laptop began downloading a series of updates. When he looked at Jansen, she just shrugged. “Typical AFNet seat, sir,” she smirked.” Has to run multiple updates before it is ready to go, and the updates tend to peg the processor. Our best bet is to do something else for the next 30 minutes or so while the updates run.”

Miles checked his watch. It was approaching 1100. “Jansen, I’m going to call home and check in on my team, then you and I can start to get our heads around the task I’ve been given. Give me about ten minutes, then we can get started.”

She replied, “Sounds good, sir. Can I pick you up something from the chow hall? I’m going to grab some coffee…”

Miles reached into his backpack and removed his Yeti mug. “No thanks. I’ve got some tea right here. I’m good.”

As Jansen turned to leave, Miles couldn’t help but check out her ass. Her OCP uniform didn’t hug her curves as nicely as service blues might have, but he was still pleased to watch her walk away. As the door closed behind Jansen, Miles pulled out his phone and dialed Penny. The call connected after the third ring.

“Miles? I’m glad you called,” she answered, sounding genuinely pleased. “How’s your first day going?”

“Penny, things are moving pretty fast here. I can’t share details over an unsecured line, but we need to be prepared for a total lockdown, and we don’t have a lot of time. I want you to make a list of food supplies and sundries that we will need to get us by for at least a week – three if you can manage it. Add enough for four more women, including basic she-folk necessities…”

“Four more women!” Penny interrupted him. “I thought you were being reactivated to help with the crisis, not being studded out, hehe!”

Miles sighed, and went on, saying, “I am being told that the target team size is closer to seven or more partners. We may need to get creative with sleeping space. The good news is that the new gals will be delivered as the animals came to Noah, two-by-two. I was told to expect two partners tonight, and another two over the weekend.”

In his mind’s eye, Miles could see Penny scribbling things down in her little notebook. “Okay, Miles. I’ll put together a list, and get the shopping done. Anything else you can think of?”

“If you think the two of you can manage it, you might want to grab your old bed from your place. I am thinking we add another king-size mattress next to the one we’re using now. If the new girls act the way you and Jan have, you’ll all want to sleep with me. If not, we can always set up the spare bedroom across from Ellie…”

“We’ll get it done, Miles. Give me a call this afternoon to let me know when to expect you home for dinner. Love you.”

Miles caught himself smiling, though he also felt his heart hammer a beat or two in his chest. She’d said the L-word. “Love you too, dear. Love to you all. Talk to you later.”

Miles was just putting his phone away, when Jansen returned to the office with coffee, as well as a plate of pastries. As soon as he saw the pastries, Miles’ stomach loudly announced its presence with a rumble that Jansen could hear. She chuckled and set the plate in front of him and told him to help himself. He grabbed the nearest pastry and wolfed it down, following it with a long draw of tea from his Yeti tumbler.

The two of them sat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the pastries, before Miles finally spoke up. “Okay, so you’re my liaison officer on this gig. What have you been told, and with whom will you be coordinating?”

Jansen dabbed at her mouth with a napkin, swallowed the last of her pastry, and took a quick sip of coffee while she considered her response. “I have been given the roughest of details on the upcoming containment activities, just so I could factor this into other matters. I have already procured for us another resource from the USAF Materiel Command – similar in function to your Seabees - 2nd Lieutenant Ava Chavez from the 22nd Logistics Wing out of Eglin, who should be joining us this afternoon. She arrived just last night and should be through medical screening just after lunch. Once she joins us, we can begin to brainstorm options. I will need to step away shortly to attend to another matter but should rejoin you about the same time as Chavez. We can then begin to lay out the next steps at that point, if that suits you, sir.”

“Works for me, Jansen. Are you going to eat while you’re out? If so, I’ll find my way to the galley to see what’s to be had.”

“DFAC or Chow Hall, sir. Not some salt-crusted slop-bucket all covered in barnacles and shit,” she teased him. “Yeah, I’ll eat while I am out. The chow hall is just across the street from this building. See you in a bit!” and with a wave, she was out the door.

Miles spent a few minutes looking through emails as soon as his system would let him. Most of the messages were administrative, including one reminder to update his banking information to receive his next paycheck via direct deposit, as well as another to update his beneficiary information for his life insurance benefits. That one he’d have to read over – he wondered how the form would work with the new Team structures. Would he need to designate a primary beneficiary, or list them all, or what? After ensuring that his direct deposit information was still directing payments to his Navy Federal Credit Union account, he updated his beneficiary information to add Penny as the primary beneficiary. He’d sort out the rest later.

Locking his laptop, he removed his CAC, put it back into the badge holder, then grabbed his cover and went out to find his way to the ‘chow hall’, laughing to himself as he reflected on Jansen’s good-natured jab. Once he crossed the street and entered the hall, he was struck by the differences between this and a normal Navy galley. Even in a temporary building, like those all over this FOB, every table had white tablecloths, with small dishes containing individual packets of salt, pepper, butter, and sweeteners. As he approached the chow line, the smells that assaulted him were inviting and tasty, and the various foods looked unquestionably delicious and well prepared. He was reminded of one time he’d dined in the Chief’s Mess aboard the Enterprise. They’d had a pair of Filipino chefs, and the quality of their food was markedly above that even of the Officer’s Mess.

After checking out the options, Miles settled on the pot roast, a baked potato with butter and sour cream, a small salad, and a large, iced tea. He took his tray over to an open table and sat down, closing his eyes briefly to silently give thanks to his creator for another day of opportunities on this side of the dirt, then began eating. When he finished, he looked around for the scullery. Upon standing, a young female airman walked up to him and extended her hands, asking for his tray. “May I take that for you, sir?” Fucking Air Force! he thought, grinning slightly.  He thanked the young airman and turned to make his way back to his new digs.

****

As he was walking into his office, he felt a buzz from his cell phone. He checked the messenger app to see a text from Penny. “Got the delivery. It’s all set up, and good to go. You saved us a helluva lot of struggles. Thanks! smooch” What the fuck? He was about to text her back to ask what she was talking about when Jansen and another female officer walked into the office.

“Commander Davies, please meet Lieutenant Chavez,” Jansen announced, motioning the young woman forward.

“2nd Lieutenant Chavez, reporting for duty, sir!”, the young woman said as soon as she’d stepped forward and popped to attention.

“At ease, Lieutenant. Welcome to FOB Waldo. Jansen, show her a desk and get her set up. As soon as she’s squared away, we can brief her on what she’s in for.”

Jansen grinned oddly in response, then showed Chavez to a nearby desk and started helping her get her laptop connected to the base WiFi network and logged into the AFNet. Miles just inserted his CAC in the reader, unlocked his seat, and went back to reviewing his emails. Recalling the text from Penny, he texted her back. ‘Delivery?’

A short while later, she just sent him a picture of three large beds, all pushed together to form one sleep surface, already covered in sheets and blankets, with almost a dozen pillows arranged across the head of the bed. ‘We’ve got a second load of the new towels in the washer and will start on the new sheets as soon as the towels are done.’ Someone had delivered beds, pillows, sheets, towels…. What the fuck?

“That text from Penny?” asked Jansen.

Miles was suddenly suspicious. “Yes, it was. Something you want to explain to me, Lieutenant?” he asked, with his eyebrows raised.

“Yes sir, but first, I’m going to need you to sign these forms…,” she said, turning her tablet so he could read it, displaying the already familiar DA-6969-R receipt form for new Team members. The names listed on the form were Debra Hanna Jansen and Ava Marie Chavez. Miles looked the form over for a moment. “This a joke, Jansen?” he asked.

“No sir. No joke. Looks like we’re going to be part of your team, both here and at home. Air Force is coming down hard on us to get teamed up, and since we’ll likely be here for the foreseeable future, it made sense to partner with you, sir. Oracle results show you and I tested very compatibly, and Chavez was selected for this role after scoring better than 80% compatibility between you and her, with equally high compatibility across the rest of your team. Given that the containment activities start this evening, we thought it would be a good time to go through the partnering process and get that long nap out of the way. Knowing that, as well as what else is likely coming our way, Team-wise, I took the liberty a few days ago to requisition some key supplies for the Team, that would be difficult to acquire on short notice over the next few weeks. Beds, sheets, towels, you know…. Stuff,” she said with a growing grin.

Miles sighed briefly, then decided that this was not the hill on which to die. “Any reason for us to remain on base any longer today, Jansen?” he asked her.

“None at all, sir. In fact, the sooner we get secured at home, the better, based on what is coming down the pike in a few short hours,” the young woman responded.

“Just a second. Just now, you said ‘knowing what is coming our way, Team-wise’… do you already know who the next two partners are going to be, Jansen?”

She shook her head in the negative, replying, “I don’t know specifics, sir. Just the number. I would guess that there won’t be any more scout moms – if any others had matched, they’d have likely been assigned to you already. I expect the Team’s next partners will come from folks that get caught up in the new batch of local volunteers that will trickle in after tonight’s containment activities begin.”

Miles nodded, then turned to Chavez. He looked at her seriously for a moment. “Chavez, you’re sure this is something that you are good with?” he inquired. “Are you okay being paired with me, possibly for the rest of your life, practically sight unseen? I want you to convince me that you’ve thought this through, and you understand the consequences.”

Chavez looked him in the eye and smiled. “I’ve spoken with Deb a lot about you, sir. Not just today. Deb and I were roommates in college, and we’ve kept in touch. She’s a keen observer and liked the way you handled the shit life tossed at you. Said she was pretty impressed with you, for a squid, so I am down for it as well, if you are. Also, I’m not just joining you, I am joining your team, and based on what Deb has told me, we’ll be in some very good company. I’m told you’ve got a crew of high performers. So, again, yes, and yes.”

Seeing nothing amiss from what he was hearing, Miles accepted his fate. “Okay then. Let’s pack up our gear – we can take my Expedition if you like, or you can drive your car. I’m assuming Chavez is without a POV, so she can ride with me or you – take your pick. I’d like to swing by a KFC and bring home some chicken for the Team and the kids, then I’d like to run all of this past Penny and Jan, just to make sure we’re all on the same page. Spend a little time getting acquainted, before we commit to the pairing. If all looks good, then we can begin the process as soon as you ladies are ready. All good?”

Both nodded. Jansen turned to Miles, saying, “Chavez and I will come along in a bit in my vehicle. I need to swing by my BOQ and pick up a few things. She has her bags already in my Humvee. We’ll be at your house in about an hour. Sound good?”

“Sounds good. I hope you ladies like fried chicken. Call me when you get close, so I can get that rig you’re driving out of site. No need to attract attention. Now get rolling. I’m grabbing my shit and packing it in right now,” he said, as he began to shut down his laptop. He looked around, grabbed the laptop bag with extra power brick inside, secured the laptop within, then grabbed his backpack, and Yeti tumbler, and took a quick look around. All set, he set off for his SUV, not aware of the slight spring in his step.

***Gainesville, FL - 1500, Thursday, July 30, 2020***

The line at the drive-through wasn’t too bad, being only mid-afternoon. Miles had called ahead and placed an order for several buckets, alternating between original and extra-crispy, added lots of sides, and the order was almost ready when he got to the pickup window. As he sat waiting for the food, he called Penny to let her know that he was picking up dinner for the crew. She sounded relieved to have one less thing to worry about, then ended the call with a one-word mashup that sounded like, “loveyoubabybye!” before the line went dead. He chuckled to himself as his buckets and bags were passed to him through the window, then pulled out of the parking lot and headed for home.

As he backed his vehicle into the garage, the door opened from the laundry room, and the kids came streaming out to meet him. “Aunt Penny and Miss Jan told us to come give you a hand, Dad!” Sean piped up. Giving the three a quick hug, he gave everyone something to carry back in, then grabbed his backpack and laptop bag. He’d be consolidating the two before going back to the FOB, whenever that ended up happening.

As he entered the kitchen, he was impressed to see that the food was being stowed in the oven to keep it warm, the side items going into the microwave for the same reason – the food would remain relatively warm, and out of the way. As he stood there taking it all in, Jan came up to give him a quick kiss and took his Yeti tumbler from him to wash it out in the sink. Penny came up to him next to give him a hug and a kiss, then asked if he needed her to help him bring anything else in, looking past him toward the garage.

Miles started to ask what she was looking for, then realized what it might be, interjecting, “Oh, the two new Team members are driving themselves here. They should get here shortly. We left around the same time, and each had one side-trip, so…”, and was interrupted by his cell phone. “That will be them!” he hazarded.

Miles turned and went back to the garage, pressing the button to open the bay doors with the empty space – good thing his garage was oversized – fucking Humvee was bigger than his Beast. The two ladies who stepped out of the Humvee were still dressed in their fatigues and wearing N-95s, and each was carrying a large duffel bag as well as their laptop backpacks. As the garage door was closing, the two made their way to the laundry room door and through into the kitchen, removing their masks as they entered. “Look darlings, our new wingmen are here!”

“Oh, haw-haw, never heard THAT one before,” Jansen joked as Jan gave her a big hug. Jan let the woman go and moved on to hug the newcomer, while Penny stepped up to hug her next.

Chavez looked a little overwhelmed, so Miles tossed her a lifeline. “Let her in the door, Jan. We can assault them both with hugs and questions once they’re safe inside!” Jan stepped back to allow Chavez to enter the room, then moved to close the door to the garage.

“Welcome to Casa Davies,” Miles smiled warmly as he welcomed the Air Force ladies. “Why don’t I show you where you can stow your gear, then we can all get out of our working uniforms, relax, eat some chow, and conversate with one another!” He took the duffels from the two, then gave a follow-me motion with his head as he turned away from the kitchen, heading in and to his left, past the dining room, past the living room, and through a set of double doors into the master bedroom. He paused for just a moment as he got his first sight of the new beds, then continued forward to make room for the ladies in his wake to enter. He looked around for a moment, then decided that this was not a problem he should attempt to solve. He strode up to the bed, leaned each duffel against the side of the bed, then headed back to the huge his-n-her walk-in closet. ‘This is not going to be big enough’ Miles thought to himself. He grabbed some shorts and a t-shirt from his chest of drawers, then ducked into the attached bathroom, calling out over his shoulder, “I’m going to change clothes, then be right back.” He heard a few giggles behind him as he shut the bathroom door.

As he was midway through changing clothes, the door opened enough for Penny to slip inside, beaming a big smile as she entered. “You big goof – what’s with the sudden modesty? You’re going to be having sex with both of them – hell, all four of us on the reg. Suddenly getting a little stage fright?”

Miles smiled at her, shrugging a bit as he got out of his NWU fatigues and reached for his shorts. “Forgive me, dear, I am in uncharted waters here. Both of those beauties out there are my subordinates at work, and I’ve not yet wrapped my head around this new wrinkle…. I mean, I have to give them orders when we’re in uniform, and in all likelihood will have the tables turned when not!” he said, feigning a look of panic.

Penny just laughed and wrapped him up in a hug. “Get dressed, you. Just don’t be surprised if those two women back in there – What are they, half your age? – are more mature about this situation than you are. Besides,” she added, “I run this household now.”  She exited the bathroom with another kiss, and he heard a few giggles and a snort as the door closed.

Miles finished changing, then grabbed his NWU’s and boots and headed back out to face four pairs of eyes watching his every move. He set his boots down just inside his side of the closet, tossed his NWUs into a laundry basket, then made a ‘pardon me’ shrug of his arms and said, “I’m going to step out to let you ladies get more comfortable and go check on the kids while I’m at it.” A few more giggles followed him as he closed the door, and he swore he could sense them communicating in some damned silent code known only to women. He closed his eyes for just a moment. What was he getting himself into?

****

Coming down the stairs from having spent time with the kiddos, Miles entered the empty kitchen. Pausing to listen, he heard chatter coming from back towards the living room, so he grabbed a glass of sweet tea and headed that way. Turning the corner, he walked toward the living room, eyeing with pleasure what awaited him there. The two younger ladies had changed into their PT gear and had taken up spots opposite where Jan and Penny were both sitting, each pair of women on a side of the big L-shaped couch, drinks in front of them on the coffee table, listening to Jansen… Debra, he needed to get used to that. Listening to Debra telling something they all found hilarious about some past event. Was he imagining things, or did she have a slight southern drawl? As he got closer, he definitely heard her accent more clearly, which was confirmed when she concluded her story enthusiastically, saying, “And THAT’s when I learned to never turn my back on a ‘Bama hog when I’m carrying a bucket of slop!” The girls all laughed uproariously at the southern girl.

Miles walked in and sat in his chair. Not the most comfortable chair, but close – it rocked, swiveled, and reclined. If it just had a built-in massage feature, it would be nearly perfect! As he settled into his chair with a satisfied sigh, he noticed the room had gone quiet. “Oh please, don’t stop on my account. I’m happy to just sit here and listen!” Adapting a bit of a southern twang himself, he added, “A wise man once told me, ‘tis better to sit quietly and let ‘em think you a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt!”

The two new girls laughed at that along with Jan, as Penny raised her glass to Miles in a mock toast. “Ah yes, the wisdom of Samuel Clemmons! Well played. We were just getting to know these two new gals who’ve stood tall and stepped forward to do their duty to god and country, or at least to… take one for the Team.” She laughed at her own pun, while the others groaned at her humor.

“Also, while you were putting in your father time with the kiddos,” she grinned at that, smiling approvingly at him, “we began to cover some logistics. It sounds like we’re in for a few days of lockdown – at least tonight and tomorrow, so it’s a good thing you got us a little notice this morning, Miles. Jan and I were able to get more food in the house and actually managed to lug her freezer over to put it out in your garage. Your appliance dolly is a godsend, by the way! The freezer was already stocked a bit, but we added to it with our combined food reserves. We pretty much have a good start on a working pantry, with about two to three weeks of food, give or take – depending on the final headcount - in case shit goes sideways. I grabbed a few jerry cans that Raul had in our garage and topped them off, just in case gasoline runs short. Also, I had Sean show me where the panel is to test your Generac – it fired over just fine, so as long as we don’t lose natural gas, we’re good on backup power. Obviously, your outhouse is self-sufficient, power-wise,” she smiled at her nickname for his project building in the back, “Jan also grabbed her cloud drive from her house where she’s been accumulating learning material for kids of all ages – a precaution she took when this shit show first started back around spring break when you guys were all on your sailing adventure down in the Keys. So, we’ve got plenty of coursework for the kids if Florida Virtual School is unavailable, plus your movie collection on your NAS drive to keep them entertained. I think we can pretty much keep them busy and out of our hair for a few days while you, Mr. Sailor Man, take care of your booty duties!”

Penny and Jan laughed at that, while Debra and Chavez – shit, Miles didn’t remember her first name – both chuckled a little nervously, glancing at each other, then at Miles with little grins.

Penny went on, saying, “So, we figured we’d relax for a bit, maybe get to know a bit more about each other, have dinner afterward, then send the kids upstairs for Movie Night. We’ve got the last two Spiderman flicks – you know, the Tom Holland ones, all queued up for them. At that point, you three have an appointment.” She waggled her eyebrows after that last part, making Miles snort. The others found this whole exchange endearing, how Penny had taken charge of things and gotten plans all laid out. Miles just leaned back, drank his tea, and let the women in his life continue talking, occasionally joining in, but mostly taking a back seat to let them get to know one another and find where they might fit in the big picture. He spent the time casually looking over his two newest partners-to-be.

He'd seen Debra next to Penny earlier and confirmed that his earlier height assessment had been spot-on – the younger woman was just a tad bit taller, with dirty blond hair, and lovely brown eyes, the kind that looked a bit too large, like a Disney Princess. Now that he could see more of her out of her camo, he appreciated what he saw. Solid breast size, at least a C-cup, good posture, nice hips, and a pair of legs that went all the way up! He wished she would stand up so he could get a better look at her ass, but good things come to those who wait, he supposed.

Her new companion… Ava! He’d heard Debra refer to her as Ava just now. Ava was a bit shorter - closer to 5’4”, give or take, based on what he’d seen earlier when she walked in with Debra - with a bit larger, fuller bust line, and long, wavy dark hair. Miles guessed she must be wearing a sports bra. Nice midriff and generous hips. Birthing hips, he’d heard them called. Her thighs tapered down into nice, sexy legs, the color of creamy coffee, that had a nice sheen to them. They looked smooth. He was looking forward to feeling them, later.

Eventually, the kids all came rushing downstairs to check in on the adults. They each rushed over to Miles first, as they could get to him from all sides. Even young Trent joined in on the hug fest, then they split off and did the same to Penny and Jan, in that order. Once they had settled down a bit, Miles cleared his throat to get their attention. “Sean, Ellie, Trent, I’d like to introduce you to two ladies that I work with, who will also be joining our family. On the left is Ms. Debra Jansen, whom you’ve all met, and on the right is Ms. Ava Chavez. Ladies, please meet our kids!”

The kids started off a bit shyly at first, with Sean walking up to shake Debra’s hand, but she wasn’t having it. She opened her arms wide and said, “Bring it in, you guys!”, at which they all piled into a mass hug, with lots of giggles. They then turned, paused for the briefest of seconds, and repeated the mass hug with Ava. The young woman’s eyes teared up a bit as she hugged them all, repeating their names as they introduced themselves again, one at a time.

Once all the hugging was done, Penny spoke up, “Okay you rascals, go wash up before dinner, then set the table for eight. Pull the extra chairs up to the table from over by the wet bar. We can go with paper plates, plastic utensils, and paper napkins tonight – keep the clean-up to a minimum.”

With their marching orders given, the kids swarmed off toward the other half of the house. Soon, the adults could hear them going through cabinets and various busy clatters indicating they were doing as they’d been told. Ava looked impressed and said as much. Jan just smiled and said, “They’ve all been in the Cub Scout program for years now and are used to being given these sorts of tasks. That, plus Jenny runs a tight ship.” Jan paused for a second, her expression saddening briefly. “It’s too bad the older ones are all gone, or you’d see the difference between cubs and scouts – the scouts wouldn’t need as much direction and would just go get it done.” She sighed, pausing to brush a tear from an eye, before continuing, “We’ll get there again, soon enough, I hope!” Penny leaned over, and they hugged one another.

Miles stood, and they all got up and followed him into the kitchen where the table was ready, the new seats had been pulled up, and iced solo cups were being set around the different place settings. Trent asked what drinks the women would like and went to retrieve them. Ellie was refilling Miles’ tea from a pitcher she’d fetched from the refrigerator. Sean was grabbing the buckets of chicken from the oven, and as soon as Ellie put away the tea pitcher, she grabbed the side items from the microwave and set them on the table. The food was mostly still warm - just not piping hot as when it had come home in the first place. Penny offered to reheat anything someone might want to be warmed up, but they all shook their heads and sat down around the table. Penny nodded to Sean, who was apparently serving chaplain duty for this meal. Sean lowered his head, and began with, “Let us pray.” The other kids, Jan, Penny, and Miles all bowed their heads, with Debra and Ava joining quickly. Sean gave a quick benediction, they all chimed in with “amen” afterward, then they all dug into their meal. Buckets of chicken were passed one way, side items were passed the other, and the table dissolved into organized chaos. Miles quietly eyed all of the activity with satisfaction, happy to see so much energy around what had been a much quieter table just a week ago.

****

The table had been cleared, all trash taken out to the outside bins, and the kids had been sent upstairs to watch some TV. Miles had cautioned them all that their TV, internet, and cell service would likely be interrupted later in the evening. Once the initial protests had died down, he explained what was going on, and why communications were going to be isolated. He made sure they all understood that, once this happened, they needed to make sure all blinds were closed and keep the lights turned down low. No reason to make themselves a target, if things went sideways. With no streetlights nearby, any lights from the house would stand out like beacons.

After Miles had sent the kids off upstairs, he asked the women to join him in the bedroom. He saw them pass glances back and forth and corrected them “Not for THAT. Not yet, at least,” he laughed. He led them all to where his gun safe was. He showed them the four-digit access code, then stood back as each of them ran through the opening once, just to make sure they understood. Inside he had a small arsenal, and he took great care to point each of them out to the girls – a pair of Tactical Armaments AR-15 rifles rigged with Red-Dot optics and Picatinny rails, a Remington 770 30.06 rifle with synthetic stock and 3X 6-18x50mm hunting scope, a smaller Remington 597 22lr rifle with nylon frame and a 6-20x50mm hunting scope, a large Mossberg Maverick 88 pump action 12 gauge shotgun with a black synthetic stock and action, and a well-used looking Benelli M4 12 gauge semi-automatic shotgun. On a shelf above the long guns were several boxes of shells and ammo and hanging on the inside of the gun safe door were 8 handgun pouches, two of which were occupied with Springfield Armory Echelon 9mm semi-automatic handguns, with spare magazines – all topped off with hollow-points – hanging in pouches next to the pistols.

“They are all loaded. An unloaded gun is dangerous, not safe. A loaded gun locked where you can’t reach it is useless. I’ll show you gals later, but I have several spots around the house where I’ve concealed additional firearms, mostly in Tactical Traps. We passed one as we left the kitchen – that shelf on the wall with the snow globe on it – has a pair of Smith & Wesson M&P 9mm handguns, extra mags for each in it. You just slide the snow globe forward, the RFID chip in it unlocks the trap, and it opens up to the guns. I have already walked the kids, Penny, and Jan through basic firearm familiarity lessons during scouting events, and they’re aware of this safe as well as my various tactical stashes. They know that these are not toys and should NEVER be used for anything but home defense, target shooting on a range or hunting. I’ve seen too much shit go down overseas when supplies run short to leave my home defenseless, should the same catastrophe come to our shores. There’s nothing more dangerous than well-fed people used to a good life, suddenly missing meals.”

“If you need,” he continued, “I will run you through training over the next few days, including break-down and cleaning – I also have electronic training kits that let us practice our aim at home without firing live rounds. I set up a target on the far side of the pool enclosure, and ‘shoot’ at it through the open sliding doors in the living room – gives you up to a 20-meter range, give or take. I also like to set up ad hoc targets inside the house for short-range simulation – the rule of three applies to most gun violence – three shots within three seconds at a distance of three meters or less. We practice how shit could go down, so we’re ready if it happens. In the meantime, long guns are pretty simple – point the barrel toward anything you want to destroy and pull the trigger. I’m not familiar with Air Force officer training, so I’ve no idea what your depth of knowledge is, yet. Still, if anything goes sideways tonight, or beyond, we aren’t defenseless, and we cannot rely on the police. We may be on our own, but we should be okay. The windows and sliding doors are all impact-resistant and can withstand a phone pole tossed by an angry god, or most handgun calibers and some rifle rounds. The exterior doors are all solid core, reinforced oak, and not easily breached without demo gear. I really take the phrase seriously that a man’s home is his castle. Questions or concerns? Now’s the time.”

Debra went first. “Jeez, I thought my panties were wet before. What the actual fuck, Miles? Do you suddenly know my secret love language? I grew up on a farm. My grandpappy taught me to shoot before I started school. I can hunt, dress a kill, and cook it up. You don’t have any bows hidden around here, do you?”

“No, never got into bows much past middle school,” he said, shaking his head. “Wouldn’t mind learning, though. I can see some advantages they could offer, for sure. Especially the noise factor. I haven’t gotten around to acquiring suppressors yet.” He looked over at Ava with a raised eyebrow.

The young Hispanic girl looked a little hesitant. “I mean, that’s a lot of guns!” she chuckled, “I only had one when I was growing up, and it was for killing squirrels and rabbits. But I’m a quick study, and not too bad with a scope. I wouldn’t mind a little brushing up, maybe later… this doesn’t amount to foreplay for me, not like for Debbie,” she gave a shy grin, looking at her taller friend.

Penny spoke up at that, saying, “Okay, well, sounds like we’re getting to that time of the day… Jan, don’t you and I have some Outlander to catch up on?” She reached for Jan to head back out of the room. “Let’s go watch over in the family room. We can pop some popcorn and keep the kiddos on that side of the house.” She winked at the two air force ladies, and led Jan out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

Miles looked a bit chagrined, before turning back to the other two. “So, how do we want to do this?” he asked them.

“Hmm, you’d better be a stud, Davies. I’m missing Outlander for this!” Debra said with a shit-eating grin on her face.

He blushed a bit, then saw Ava already stripping off her t-shirt and heading for the bed. He watched her step tentatively up onto the right-most bed, step to the middle of the mattress, and take a few tentative hops. “Yep, this should do nicely,” she said, as she stripped off her shorts, peeling down to just her thong and bra, and confirming Miles’ earlier suspicion that she was indeed wearing a sports bra. “You two coming, or what? Either nut up and get over here, or you’d best start tossing me some dollar bills!”

Debra laughed at that, then started stripping off her own clothes, heading for the beds. Looking back at Miles, standing there a little slack-jawed, she said, “I know you like checking out my ass, Miles, but you’re kinda pivotal to this little sexcapade, so you’d best get your game face on, and get your old ass over here, mister!”

Both girls were down to just their thongs, as Miles started stripping down himself and heading for the bed. Ava at this point had dropped to her knees on the mattress to be roughly at Debra’s height, and the two of them were locked in a hot kiss. Watching the women tongue-wrestle was making Miles’ cock stand up and demand to join the fun, which in turn made it hard for him to remove his boxers. Nearly stumbling, he got free of the undershorts and came up to the women, grabbing a handful of ass with each hand. He confirmed that both women took their PT seriously, as his hands grabbed solid butt cheeks, squeezable, but firm. He leaned in and said, “So, I take it we’re just going to do this, then? No drawing straws, or rock-paper-scissors or nothing?”

Debra laughed and looked at Miles with lust in her eyes. “We’re wayyy past that, navy man. It’s time for us to get our Team on!” She reached out her left arm and drew Miles in, pulling him close so she could stretch up and mash her full moist lips to his, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth, wrestling with his tongue for a bit, before backing away to catch her breath. “Damn!" she said, “I’ve been wanting to do that for a few days, now!”

Ava leaned over to Miles, used her pretty fingers to turn his head her way, and repeated what Debra had just done; only, if possible, with more enthusiasm. “Ay, Papi!” she moaned in a husky voice after pulling back, “I am ready to just eat you up! What have we got to work with here?” she asked, reaching down to grab Miles’ throbbing prick. “Mmmmmm, that will definitely be good for me,” she cooed, licking her lips.

Miles spent a few more minutes going back and forth, kissing them, moving his hands upward from their asses, when Debra dropped down to her knees and grabbed his oozing cock, sucking the head into her mouth. She gave out a groan of pleasure, then suddenly froze all movement. Her eyes opened wide, then rolled back in her head, and she looked like she’d died and gone to heaven. Finally, after she could move again, she pulled off of Miles’ cock and just gave out a very long, loud groan, “Ohhhhh, my fucking gawd! Those bitches weren’t kidding about those priming orgasms. Fuck. Me. Running!”

Ava dropped down onto her belly and reached for Miles’ cock. “Here, let me have one of those!” and took over half of Miles’ pole into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed a bit as she applied suction, and Miles could feel her tongue swirling once or twice around his glans. Suddenly, she let out a loud groan of her own and fell forward, accidentally taking Miles all the way to the root, and remaining there as she lost control. Her eyes began to water, and she began to make choking sounds before Miles reached down to gently pull himself away.  When she could breathe again, she drew in a massive gasp of air, choking and sputtering a bit. “F-u-u-u-c-k. I think I almost saw God!”

“Not the way I want things to go tonight, Ava. No choking on me!” Miles teased her. He then pushed her onto her back and leaned over her so he could finish what he’d started before the dual oral assault. He wanted to get ahold of those big, mocha fun bags! Ava’s tits were by far the largest of the team so far. Hell, they were the largest he’d ever gotten to see live! The areolas were bigger than a silver dollar, brown and bumpy, and her nipples were standing erect, protruding almost a half inch from her mounds, with just a shade of pinkish red to them. Between her hips and her tits, this was a woman who was destined to birth and feed children, he had no doubt!  He leaned in to suck one, then the other into his mouth, and lightly bite each nipple, eliciting another, louder set of moans from Ava.

Debra reached over and pushed Miles onto his back. “Not so fast, sailor boy. After all, RHIP!” As she said this last part, Debra threw one leg across Miles’ lap and straddled him, taking only a moment to lift up slightly, adjust her hips, and impale herself in one sudden move upon his steel-hard rod. Letting out a deep, long moan of joy, she began immediately to hump him, raising her hips up and down, faster and faster, making her need for him clear.

Ava took the opportunity to straddle Miles’ face, placing her pussy directly over his mouth, and then slowly settling down onto him. She let out a delighted squeal, letting Debra know that Miles had begun to eat her, and the three of them settled into a rhythm. Debra was rocking on his cock, alternating between up and down, then rolling her hips forward and back, working harder and harder, while Miles was getting soaked by Ava’s prolific lady juices, doing his best to swallow what he could, or at least not drown. Ava and Debra were reaching up to squeeze each other’s breasts while they were engaged in a powerful lip lock. Ava suddenly sat up and squealed when Miles shifted gears and began to rim out her back door. Looking uncertain for a moment, she began to tentatively swivel her hips, helping him to reach all kinds of never-before-plundered treasures. After a few moments, Miles’ hips started flexing with more vigor, until at last he gave one final, mighty heave, and spewed buckets of cum up into Debra’s quivering quim. First contact with his seed caused her to seize up again, and her cunt walls spasmed tightly around his cock. After a moment, her eyes rolled back again, she sagged and began to fall to her side. Ava grabbed her and guided her to a soft landing on the bed next to them, preventing her from falling the other way onto the floor. Debra lay nearly lifeless, quietly muttering, so softly they almost didn’t hear her, “imprinting… imprinting… imprinting…”

Ava dismounted from Miles’ face to let him help her move her friend. He slid from under Debra’s leg, and the two of them managed to pull her up to the pillows. Miles went into the attached en-suite and returned after a moment with a warm washcloth. He handed the washcloth to Ava, then returned shortly after with a towel to dry Debra off. Ava noticed that he had taken a moment to wipe his cock clean during one of the trips. By the time they had finished, Debra had stopped chanting, and lay quiet, with a content smile on her beautiful face. It struck Miles at that moment that Debra had been reminding him a little of a young Hillary Swank.

Having made Debra as comfortable as they could, Miles then turned to Ava. “Well, any particular requests? How would you like me to make love to you, my dear?”

Ava smiled, then turned around and presented her ass to Miles while on all fours. “Do me doggy, Miles. Take me and make me yours!” She was practically panting with need, leering at him with the most stunning COME FUCK ME NOW eyes.

Miles’ cock, which had only softened slightly, resurged to full mast when he heard that. ‘Make her mine’, he thought. ‘Hell yeah! Claimed!’ He stepped up to Ava’s gorgeous rear-end and took a hip in either hand, lining his cock up with her sopping wet pussy. His earlier oral attentions had left her lips engorged with blood and her pussy flowered open, begging him to enter. So, he did just that. He rubbed his cockhead around her entrance briefly to ensure he was properly lubed, then thrust himself all the way inside of her in one long, steady plunge. She moaned loudly as he sank home within her, then grunted when he just touched her cervix as he bottomed out within her. She adjusted the angle of her hips to ensure he would continue to hit her cervix, and Miles began to plunder her in earnest. His strokes started strong, and her moans shifted in pitch as he picked up speed. She lowered her upper body until her shoulders were resting on the bed, then reached both hands back to grab at her ass cheeks and spread them wider, begging Miles to fuck her harder and deeper.

The young officer began to talk dirty to Miles, “Oh my god, Miles! Oh, my fucking god! Fuck the fuck out of me! Oh, I can feel you hitting my cervix. Can you? Can you feel it, baby? That’s where you will knock me up! Fuck a baby into me, Miles! Make me your fucking baby momma! You think my tits are big now? You just wait! You put a bun in my oven, and these puppies are gonna get huge!”

So, he thought to himself, she has a pregnancy kink, Interesting. He hammered into her harder.

The dirty talk was working. Miles could feel the tension growing in his balls, that familiar tightness just before his release. With only a few more strokes, he hit his peak, erupting deep inside of Ava, splashing his fertile seed up against her cervix. Who knows, perhaps she’ll get her wish, he thought in his glow. As soon as his cum touched her, Ava went wild, bucking and thrashing her hips for a wild moment, until she slumped over and began to murmur the now-familiar chant, “imprinting… imprinting… imprinting…”

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