Chapter 73

Tuesday was 'Culo Day.' You'd have thought it was a national holiday or something. Given the fact that neither Graciela nor Estrella had shown any initial interest in the whole thing, you'd have thought that someone might get suspicious -- but apparently it never occurred to Nana... Estrella trotted off to Graciela's room very early and I guess they had a meeting of the minds, because suddenly Graciela was all for it at breakfast. Estrella pretended total unconcern, indicating that 'It's not all that bad, done properly,' and Marisol was hot to assist in the execution of preparations. Given the importance of the task, I of course set Nana to supervise and headed off to work.

By the time I got home, the whole place was in an uproar. Graciela was putting on a VERY convincing display of being reluctant to wait -- and I discovered that it was convincing because it was genuine! "Marisol knew of something from school," Nana related, "an... 'intruder.' It is long and narrow and..."

"I'll show you!" Marisol was up like a shot and back in moments with a very narrow sleeve that attached to a dildo or vibrator. It wasn't as thick as one of my fingers, but it was probably a full six inches long. "It's not a penis," Marisol gushed, "but it gives you confidence and it's a great warm-up... Mama actually took a dildo afterwards without much trouble..." Javier stood by, grinning and shaking his head as Marisol waved the toys.

"I've been cleaned and lubricated and opened up..." Graciela waved her ass at me. "Come on..."

"What about dinner?" I objected.

"Please?" Graciela pouted.

What was I to say, anyway? Remembering the purpose of the exercise, I said, "Come, Nana -- you're the expert. Make certain that everything is in readiness."

Nana came forward and fidgeted for a moment, then said, "She's fine. I helped prepare her."

"She's not positioned," I objected.

"I... Here?" Nana asked.

"Everyone seems interested. Adapt a chair for her comfort. She can kneel on it and be supported in whatever fashion you deem appropriate..." I instructed. Nana ended up flattening and extending a chair back into a platform raised from seat level for Graciela to rest her elbows and upper body on.

"There," Nana said, stepping back, satisfied.

"Is her position correct? Should her knees be apart or together?" I asked.

Nana eyed me. "Shoulder width is fine. Wider might close her to you."

"Perhaps her lubrication has dried up..." I suggested.

Nana KNEW something was up -- she sensed the trap, but couldn't identify it. "I'm sure..."

"Come, Nana -- don't be shy. Give us the benefit of your expertise," I pressed.

"Fine." She came forward again and gently probed Graciela's anus. "Press back, Graciela. Open yourself. Pretend that you are trying to go to the bathroom..." She worked her finger inside her granddaughter's anus, then mused, "Perhaps a bit more..." Marisol, standing by with the lubricant, offered it. "Thank you child," Nana said absently. She dribbled some down the crack of Graciela's ass and fed it inside by pressing down with a finger while sliding it in, opening a gap and directing the flow. "That's better," she announced, looking up at me. "We don't want TOO much or you'll get nothing out of it..."

"What about me?" I pressed. "Shouldn't I be lubed?"

"Probably, to start... Marisol...?" Marisol poured lube in Nana's open hand. Only when she had both hands on my erection did she realize the threat, looking up at me in surprise. "So..."

"Why don't you see to the insertion?" I offered.

"You were never a fool, Marcus," Nana murmured, her eyes bright. "I was too obvious, so now you will make me pay..."

I nodded. "That's the plan."

"You would best me with my own sword..." Nana's hands continued to work my erection despite the fact that it was now well coated with lubricant.

"If possible," I agreed.

"That's... evil..."

"You started it..."

"Fool that I was..."

"I think we're ready," I murmured. "You don't want to make me ejaculate -- Graciela would miss out..."

"Oh!" Nana released my penis as if it burned her hands, knowing that her defenses were already weakened.

"No, you will help guide it in," I told her. "I don't want to do anything that might interfere with her ultimate enjoyment, so I want you to control the insertion."

Nana eyed me and bit her lip. "Evil."

"Wicked, anyway," I agreed.

Nana nerved herself and grasped my shaft behind the glans and drew me forward, murmuring to Graciela, "Open yourself, now -- press... you know how it feels... You can handle it..." Nana pressed me against Graciela's opening, maintaining steady pressure. Graciela grunted and grimaced, raising her head, but she opened slowly and my glans sank inside. Nana called a halt at that point. "He's in, Granddaughter, but he will need to go deeper. Try to relax and tell me when we can continue. If you can, handle the movement yourself -- that way you have fine control over it..."

"Yes, Nana." Graciela was distracted, her voice sounding congested and breathless. She drifted back a bit and Nana shifted her grip closer to the base of my shaft -- but did not remove her hand. Graciela rocked forward and then pressed back again, grunting softly as the pressure mounted; an inch or so of my erection disappeared, only to re-emerge from her portal a moment later. Graciela backed again, husking, "Yessss..." -- and making considerable headway, taking over half of my length; Nana had to snatch her hand away to keep from interfering with progress. In two more strokes, Graciela was handling my full length -- and accelerating.

"How is it?" Nana asked, rubbing her ass.

"Different, but..." Graciela's voice held that distracted tone that said her entire attention was focused on the invader in her ass.

"Surrender now to Marcus..." Nana directed. I took Graciela's hips in my hands and started driving, lengthening the stroke and deliberately impacting her ass, but not jacking up the speed much. I myself had never understood how it could be pleasant without some stimulation of her pussy.

"Um," Graciela grunted, swaying her back and rolling her ass up, "Oh. Yeah... Uh huh... Okay... Yeah... I think... Yes... I might... Uh. Oh. More?" The length I had to feed her was a limited resource, so I increased the speed. "Yes. Yes. I can... I'm going to... Yes... Ogod... Ogod... Fuck... FUCK! OGOD! FUCK ME! SHIT! AAAAAHHHH!" Her anus clutched me, slowing my stroke, so I went deep and ground myself against her.

"Best for you is to pull back so her ring milks you," Nana offered.

I nodded. "I'm not ready yet, though."

Nana nodded and reached out to pop Graciela on the ass. "Tighten up for Marcus. Remember who is master here..." I looked at her and raised an eyebrow, and she shrugged and said, "Well..."

I resumed my stroke, but continued to eye Nana, "Well what?" Graciela returned my stroke aggressively; I wouldn't last through two iterations.

"Who is master was never in doubt," Nana said carefully.

"Neither is who is mistress," I puffed. "Relative positions seem to be the source of the difference of opinion."

"Fuck! Fuck!" Graciela panted, fully into having her asshole plundered.

Nana opened her mouth and I held up a hand, "I'm busy right now..." I could feel things coming to a head. I started really getting into the stroke, going all the way in and all the way out, and I gave Graciela another smack on her plush ass.

Graciela gave a little whine and a grunt and clamped down and I pushed through, enjoying the tighter grip; Graciela seemed to, also. She'd shifted modes and wasn't talking anymore; instead, she expressed herself in whines and grunts -- but they carried an unmistakable payload of pleasure. After a few strokes, I gave her ass another little smack and her anal ring clamped down and clung like a leech and Graciela moaned, "Ooooohhhhh! OOOOOOOHHHHH!" and I felt the pressure build and knew that one more would do it...

But Graciela never let up; instead, she started throwing herself back at me even harder and she started pulsing and her sphincter wrung my glans and I spewed seed into her colon like champagne after the cork pops. Graciela threw her head back and screamed, "AAAIIIEEEEE!!!!" while I instinctively buried myself and pulsed the heaviest portion of my ejaculation, then backed off to feel her anus clutch and cling and milk the rest from me.

Estrella looked frankly amazed. "Hector never... How does that 'intruder' thing work? Let me..."

"After dinner!" I rasped. "Nana can show you then -- and if you're all excited about it after, we'll see how you do!"

Estrella blinked and subsided. "Yes, Mark. Come, Graciela, let's clean you up..."

Sensing an opportunity, I turned to Nana, "You can clean ME up..."

She eyed me, considering. I could see thoughts flying through her brain. "How?"

"Whatever works."

"I'll... get a rag..." She headed off.

Marisol beheld me with laughing eyes. "You COULD have..." She'd been learning her lessons well.

"I didn't want her to associate my erection with feces," I replied, "Besides, I can't order her to do anything on my authority as her master because I am not her master -- I'm her guardian, just as I am yours."

"Still, it might have worked..."

"You're too young to know so much," I chastised. "Wait a week or so to grow up." I beckoned her to me and hugged her.

"Mama was clean," she argued, her hand dropping to my subsiding member.

"Uh uh!" I muttered, grasping her wrist and pulling her hand away. "What did I just say?"

Marisol looked up into my eyes. "If you need me, I'm happy to remind Nana how it's done."

"I'll bear that in mind," I replied dryly. "Now run along..."

"It might help if she sees me..."

"It might help if she sees me what?" Nana asked archly, entering the room.

"Fondling me," I replied, "Or cleaning me without a washrag." Marisol grinned at her great grandmother.

Javier, from his perch on what might be described as a kitchen stool, observed, "You have no allies this time, Nana. I think you've bitten off more than you can chew."

Nana grinned ruefully as she knelt before me and took my penis gently into the rag. "I am fighting myself, even. It was a mistake. Only pride keeps me from capitulating -- and I am old enough to know when to swallow THAT..." The rag's wet texture reversed my shrinkage, erecting me; Nana gazed at it fixedly.

"You should have just sucked it," Marisol insisted. "Mama was clean."

Nana flashed her a look. "Quiet, Child." Marisol subsided at the flash of irritation Nana displayed. Nana stopped wiping and leaned in to sniff delicately. She didn't just test one location, either; she checked my pubes on either side, and the root at the base of my scrotum. Everyone who watched, including Marisol, knew that this was more about inhaling male musk than anything else.

"Is this about cleanliness or about man smell?" Graciela asked, waddling in bowlegged from the bath. Her mother, walking beside her, grinned.

"Both," Nana answered, getting up. "I'll be back and we can go." I raised a finger to my lips to keep them from comparing notes in Nana's hearing and they stood grinning until she returned.

"Dinner," I directed, waving them forward.

Javier, grinning, settled beside me at the rear of the formation. Watching four sets of feminine hips sway before us, he sighed, "We are truly blessed." I nodded agreement.

At dinner, I let them discuss it as they would, knowing that it would only add fuel to the fire. "It was different, but there is nothing wrong with it," Graciela declared.

"THAT should be clear," Nana laughed, "since you came twice!" Graciela went on to wax descriptive, which could have interfered with my digestion, but didn't. Watching it spark wistful expressions on the faces of each of the other three Salazar women, I hid my amusement. Marisol was going to be a handful if I wasn't careful; she was ripe -- even overripe. AND she had clearance to participate in limited sexual activity -- anal sex being on the list of things allowed.

After dinner, Estrella waited a decent interval, but before nine she was stirring the pot, "About this 'intruder' thing..."

I looked up from the data I was slowly collecting about couples' fragmentation trends. "Nana, Marisol, would you assist in making sure she's clean and prepared, then bring her back in here for the demonstration?"

"Sure!" Marisol was all for it -- but Nana was hesitant. Still, she smiled wanly and nodded and the three of them wandered off. Graciela settled on the couch next to me and cuddled up close, but didn't make a disturbance, so I managed another twenty minutes of work.

The three returned and I put work away in order to give the demonstration -- and the associated personal agendas -- my attention. I made it clear with a glance that Nana was in charge; Marisol would have been happy to oblige, but she apparently understood that there was more than met the eye here, too. Nana had the AI deform the chair to the position Graciela had used earlier and arranged a suddenly nervous Estrella upon it, then fitted the sleeve of the narrow attachment onto the vibrator. Estrella's face squinched up on contact with the tip of the 'intruder', making it clear that she had probably locked down her anal ring, but Nana was patient and gentle as she rubbed the now buzzing length around Estrella's clenched crinkle.

I alternately watched Estrella's face and Nana at work; watching one was almost the same as watching the other. I could see it when Estrella opened herself to the surprising pleasure the vibrator provided; soon after, I was watching her face when her eyes popped from the realization that her anal ring had betrayed her and released and the probe was slowly sinking into her rectum. After that came acceptance and confidence as the long plastic finger slid deep into her colon without injuring anything. "Very nice..." she muttered, her eyes distant. "Yes... very nice..."

Nana gave her plenty of time to get used to the probe -- and the feeling of it sliding in and out of her -- before extracting it and wrestling the rubber sleeve off the vibrator. Marisol, standing by, dabbed lubricant on the vibrator tip and Nana pressed it home against Estrella's now defeated anal ring. Estrella looked momentarily nervous over the girth of the new invader, but Nana took her time once the vibrator had penetrated and Estrella settled down. "Prepare Marcus," Nana directed Marisol.

Marisol was more than happy to follow THAT instruction! She got me out of my pants under Graciela's amused gaze and Graciela helped by removing the rest of my clothing while Marisol got her fill of the feel of my member in her hands while generously lubricating it. In the meantime, Nana assured Estrella, "Marcus' penis will feel a LOT better than this old hard thing!" Estrella merely nodded, watching Marisol work on me with eyes glassy from concentrating on the feel of Nana's attack on her nether regions. She was taking the entire length of the vibrator at that point. After assessing my state -- solid under Marisol's slick hands -- Nana announced, "Now, I think." I went around behind Estrella and Nana continued to work on her with the vibrator for a moment, so Estrella wouldn't clench up in anticipation of my penetration. Nana handed off control of the vibrator to Marisol, who continued to slide it in and out while Nana again took my member by the shaft. With a nod for coordination, Nana had Marisol extract the vibrator and slid me into contact with Estrella's open anus in a single coordinated act; my glans was seated in Estrella before she realized it and I pressed myself into her depths with very little resistance.

Estrella turned her head to gaze at me, wide-eyed. "It always hurt, before!"

"That was fear and improper preparation, Daughter," Nana replied. "Hector probably just took you without getting you ready or allaying your fears. Your culo is even more private to you than your womanhood, and taking you there is an intimate act. If you are unprepared, it is rape -- and very painful for you as you instinctively fight to expel your attacker. Done like this, however, you are prepared to experience pleasure -- so you do."

Estrella nodded vacantly; I was sliding slowly in and out of her, getting a full-length stroke. "Masturbate," I instructed her. She reached beneath herself and began manipulating her clitoris.

I didn't let Nana leave; I held her there by the simple expedient of rubbing her ass, while I held Estrella's hip with my other hand, guiding and controlling her. Estrella presented her ass much as Graciela had earlier, by swaying her back. Her ass cheeks rippled under the impacts as I hit the bottom of my stroke. Nana, encouraged to stay, began rubbing my back and ass with one hand and the saddle of Estrella's with the other. Estrella began to moan and push back, asking for more; this presented a problem, as I needed both hands on her hips to give her what she wanted. Compromising, I kneaded Nana's ass for a moment, then pulled her in for a kiss, taking her by surprise, before letting go so I could concentrate on Estrella. Nana withdrew from the kiss, her eyes hot with need. "You win," she husked. "Save me some..." I grinned and pulled her back against me so that I could suck her neck -- and when I had to return my grip to Estrella's hip, Nana went nowhere, but continued to press her upper body against mine, bracing herself against Estrella and the chair.

Once she got going, Estrella showed none of the fine control over this act that she did over vaginal sex; she literally went wild under me, squealing and grunting out two climaxes before I flooded her colon. Culo sex was getting to be a big draw for my women, which was a big surprise for me. In the past, I'd had anal sex with numerous women -- and in most cases, it was an act with more than a little sadism inherent in it. Usually, I demanded and took anal sex as a tactic to drive a woman away from me when she got too clingy; clearly, that wasn't going to work with THIS bunch...

When I was done, I backed up, withdrawing from Estrella and leaving her anus distended and oozing white goo. Marisol was standing by with a washrag, but Nana knelt and took me into her mouth. I glanced at Javier, who was grinning, and nodded that he should take charge of his grandmother; his response was to undress and move forward to take her vaginally from the rear. Estrella's immediate response was to say, "OOGH!" -- but she didn't complain and was soon rocking to Javier's stroke. Nana backed off my erection -- which was still solid -- and I said, "Well?"

Nana looked around and bent to press her face to the floor; it muffled her voice as she said, "I abase myself. You are the man. Take me!"

"Over on your back, then," I told her, "I've had enough culo for one night." I instructed the AI to pad the floor for us and Nana rolled onto her back and lifted her arms and legs to me. I knelt up between her legs and swiped the pink valley between her nether lips with my glans, confirming the fact that she was wet and ready, and pressed myself home inside her, taking possession of my third of four generations of Salazar women -- this one not technically a concubine.

"Unh! So good! I could not win... it's been... so long..." Nana gasped.

I slowly sank to my full length in Nana's womanhood while having a flashback of her wizened features from the day I met her. Except for fertility, she appeared to be half that age -- and everything else seemed to be working. She clutched my arms as I slowly withdrew -- and the look in her eyes said the underlying reason was fear that I would pull out totally -- but I had no such intention, so I reversed myself and pressed myself inside her to the root. This was what she meant by saying she couldn't win; the octogenarian in her remembered sex fondly -- and probably hadn't had any in more than a decade. When you compared that with the daily availability of more than one sex partner that I had, the advantage when it came to the relative effect of passing up a single sex partner fell very clearly to me...

This particular fight was over, but it really wasn't clear who was taking the spoils; both of us were, apparently. One look in Nana's eyes told you that she was thrilled to death to be where she was...

Having had the excess bled out of me, first by Graciela, then by Estrella, I was well equipped to make things last until Nana got her fill. Her imposed period of chastity made her hair-trigger; she had an orgasm almost immediately, it seemed, and spun up rapidly to a second and then a third -- and it was at that point that I noticed the OTHER problem...

Marisol was virtually beside herself, poor thing. Everyone was getting sex in plain sight but her! Javier had collected his mother and was pounding her from the rear, doggie-style, using the modified chair that had seen so much culo-worship and Estrella was recovering from her bout, looking on as her mother submitted to the attentions of her master -- and poor Marisol was trying not to masturbate while hopping from foot to foot, the only clothed person in the room. It was time to throw that fourth generation a bone...

"Want to ride on top for a bit?" I asked Nana. "Don't get any ideas..."

"Never!" Nana croaked, "I know my place! What are you...?" I flicked a glance at Marisol and Nana became aware of her great-granddaughter's distress. "Ah... Let's go to my right..."

'AI, fix the floor!' I instructed, and the AI saw to it that our target area was padded. I pushed Nana's knees to her shoulders, then wrapped my arms around her and made the roll -- and we stayed connected. Nana went vertical and began to bounce. "Marisol!" I puffed.

"Mark?" Marisol stood wringing her hands.

"Get undressed and come here -- and I'll lick you..."

"You will?" You'd have thought it was Christmas! Marisol started tearing her way out of her clothes as if they were on fire. "How?"

"Squat. I'll adjust you with my hands," I told her.

Never in my life had I thought to give cunnilingus to a twelve-year-old -- but it was some of the hottest, sweetest pussy I've ever had! She was pink and puffy and wet -- but clearly virginal -- and absolutely manic when it came time to have an orgasm! I sucked her nectar freely and dug for more with my tongue while her great-grandmother's pussy rode me and clutched at my length, milking me for my seed. I frankly can't imagine anyone duplicating this particular feat; I had sex with four generations of a single family's females in a single night!

Three separate times, Marisol screamed her joy into Nana's shoulder before she flopped off to the side, unable to continue. Nana, released, flopped forward onto me, puffing, "I can do no more, Marcus -- but I want your seed, even if I cannot make it grow..."

"Back to the left, then." I was rested as far as taking an active part in things was concerned, and energized from the results of my efforts with Marisol; I'd have gotten off before, but doing Marisol justice had provided just enough distraction. Now it was time to bring it on home, so I brought a sense of urgency with me as I resumed control of our joining.

Nana loved it! "Yes! Yes! Take me! Pound me into submission! I love it!" she wailed, clutching me and rolling her pelvis up to take my pounding strokes. "Love me!!!"

It took less than a minute for me to feel the beginnings of the storm gathering -- but Nana provided the lightning bolt, howling and throwing herself up at me while her belly clenched in support of the clutch of her vaginal walls as she climaxed. I let out some kind of roar and the top came off my head and I poured everything I had left into Nana's clinging pussy. I flopped forward atop her at that point, and my exertions robbed me of the ability to move; consciousness bled away with the dregs of my seed...

When I awoke, it felt late; the room had been darkened. Nana was still beneath me, but I knew she was awake instinctively. "We should go to bed," I muttered, "Bathroom first, I think." She let go of me and I struggled up while the AI brought up the lights to a dim level that allowed us to see without ruining our night vision; I took her hand and led her to the bath for a bit of urination and cleanup and then on to bed. It was occupied; Graciela was in it, asleep. Well, it was her night... I pushed her a bit and climbed in and Nana followed. Then I realized that I was in a quandary -- Graciela, or Nana? Well, it had started out Graciela's night, but had turned into Nana's... I spooned myself with Nana, muttering, "Maybe I'll do YOUR culo," in her ear.

"I'm not clean," Nana whispered back, "but do not let that stop you. I have cleaned up after before and will again, my Marcus."

"So, about world domination..."

"You do it. Just let me come to your bed..."

"I wouldn't think of saying no..." I stuck my nose in her neck and mauled one of her womanly breasts and she cooed me to sleep.

Tuesday saw Evelyn more or less domesticated. We left Adrian and his sister in Britney's care and I took Evelyn and Jeffrey and Rhonda to the Brinkman meeting, where I showed off the couple, touting Jeffrey as a resource, then stuck Evelyn under the table with her head in my crotch. This wasn't a major social gaffe; Harriet decorated Farris' lap and Toni decorated Dave's. June Mortensen sat on her concubine Jesse's lap -- and he had full reign from the way his hands moved inside her uniform top. Bernie Rawlins and his new assistant Eugene Bradley showed up with a couple of black women in tow, one of them about the size of Jack's concubine Keisha, part of a family whose male membership remained in quarters this day; they disappeared under the conference table, too, and while I had Evelyn merely lying on my lap, there were sucking noises coming from that end of the table. With domestic issues settling out, we were moving on to attempting to get a grip on the increased toolset we would have to work with and possible changes in project scope. Communications were still an issue; from what we could tell, Sa'arm communications were digital data streams between vessels in their fleets that Rhonda theorized conformed to standards set down by races that the Sa'arm took over the technology from; vessels communicated with each other, but not their crews, sending only telemetry. There were other oddities; instrumentation that we got from Sa'arm ships tended not to have units on the gauges, for instance -- just marks that indicated the operating range or where dangers existed in the underlying process. An open question was whether jamming telemetry would have any real effect on Sa'arm operations, as they appeared to ignore it in the first place.

I wasn't surprised when Evelyn went to sleep with her head in my lap -- the conversation probably bored her. But she had questions when we broke up. Waiting until we were in the corridor, she asked, "Oliver? Have you noticed anything odd about that Toni?"

I chuckled. "There is little that ISN'T odd about Toni. What are you referring to in particular?"

"She has a really big, well, clit, I guess."

"Or a small penis," I replied.

"Yeah, I guess -- but doesn't she have a pussy?"

"Toni started out male," I advised her, "but by now is more or less hermaphroditic, from a sexual standpoint, although functionally, she's still male."

"I... don't understand, I guess."

"The AIs limit what we can do to someone sexually; that appears to be the short answer," I replied. "Antonio was apparently gay, but in reality was a woman trapped in a man's body -- that's my understanding of the situation. Doctor Chambers has bisexual leanings and had taken Antonio on as gay when Antonio asked him if he could be altered. I've had some discussions with Doctor Chambers and Toni about it, one time or another, and it is my understanding that Toni has a fully functional vagina, but no ovaries or womb. Her erectile tissue can function as a penis or as a clitoris; it's a compromise, being small for the one, but large for the other. She still has functioning testes, buried somewhere."

"Doctor Chambers spent a lot of time masturbating her -- him..." Evelyn advised me.

"I think she would rather be referred to as 'her'," I told Evelyn. "It's how she's most happy."

"Then Doctor Chambers has no real female concubines?" Evelyn asked.

"Peg, his other concubine, is probably in their quarters keeping an eye on her son," I replied. "In order to support Toni, she had her clitoris altered, too; she's functionally female, but can sport an erection similar to Toni's -- but incapable of ejaculation."

"Why?"

I shrugged. "I'm sure she finds uses for it." I eyed her. "I probably should have had you practice your fellatio, but I was trying to concentrate."

"Those black women were practicing THEIRS!" Evelyn chuckled.

"The men are in our IT department," I related, "Research discussions tend to be less than interesting to them. They have their hands full trying to learn Confederacy IT technology and how to interface it with our antiques."

When we got home, we discovered that young Adrian had given Britney a run for her money -- until Vera stepped in and pinned his ears back. Evelyn added her weight to his chastisement; I enjoyed watching it thoroughly. Adrian was a scamp...