Chapter 84

After some discussion, we returned to Yvonne and Sarah to implement Nana's suggestion. "I have settled upon a test of your commitment," Javier announced. "It is called the 'culo test.' Mark and I will stand. You will undress us and bring us to erection. Then, without assistance from me, you, Sarah, will back your ass onto my cock and fuck me with it until I orgasm in your rectum. Your mother will do the same with Mark. Our assistance in this will be minimal and at will. Success will be our seed dripping from your anuses. Do you understand?"

Both of them were surprised; we'd come up with a real winner, I figured. "What about lubrication?" Yvonne asked.

"Ask and ye shall receive," I replied, in accordance with the rules discussion, "There is a small replicator over there." I pointed out the unit on a nearby wall. "Have you ever had anal sex?" I asked her.

"No. My husband wasn't... adventurous," she murmured, blushing.

"And where is he?" I asked.

"Earth," she replied. "He didn't come to Family Day."

"What about you?" I asked Sarah, turning to her, "Have you had sex at all?"

"No." Sarah turned pink. "I got the permission slip, but I was too scared to volunteer..."

Nana cocked an eyebrow. "You feared that no one would volunteer to do the job, didn't you, Little One? What I can teach you about boys..." She smiled crookedly.

"So, do you accept the test?" Javier demanded brusquely. "Mark is an important man, even if I am not. We have intruded on a busy morning, no doubt."

He really didn't have to ask; I saw a quick glance between them and Yvonne said, "We accept. Are there more rules? Can I lean on the desk?"

"You may move us as you please as long as we stay vertical," Javier explained. "You must treat us as thought you are pleasuring yourselves with a stationary object -- a door handle, perhaps. Unless we choose to move, all motion will be yours."

"I am available to advise you, should you wish," Nana offered. "I can tell you, for instance, if it appears that you are actually providing the men pleasure. I am proficient at anal sex."

Yvonne turned to her daughter, "Get the lubricant." She moved forward and began working on extracting me from my uniform, removing items and folding them. Turning to Nana, she asked, "Do you have a suggestion for lubricants?" Sarah stopped before the replicator and looked back.

"I find that commercial lubricants are... lacking..." Nana replied, her eyes hooded. "I prefer natural things; melted butter -- just warm enough to be liquid."

"Sarah?" Yvonne queried.

"It's there already, Momma." She fished it out and placed the dish on my desktop before returning to Javier to undress him. As she worked on his uniform coat, she leaned in to try to kiss him -- but Javier disallowed it.

"I am an inanimate object, remember?" he pointed out. Sarah wasn't happy about that; she wanted affection.

"A kiss will be your reward for success," I told her, providing motivation. She nodded, accepting it.

"If you make a mess, you'll clean it -- with your mouth," Javier amplified. "The kiss might have to wait until your mouth is again clean." I chuckled; Javier had the scenario firmly in mind.

"You'll get it, though -- and quite a bit more, I imagine -- if you earn it," I added. Sarah, who had been momentarily taken aback, nodded and her expression took on a layer of determination.

"Eyes on the prize, Punkin," Yvonne cautioned, standing to fold my uniform trousers. "Don't let the rules distract you -- just follow them."

"Yes, Momma." Yvonne had wasted her breath -- Sarah was already there; I could tell by her expression as she helped Javier out of his trousers.

Meanwhile, Yvonne knelt and sucked in my dick -- and I discovered some of the benefits of a woman having an overbite and a receding chin when it came to sucking a cock. Teeth didn't seem to be an issue. "Did you do this often?" I asked.

"Not with my husband," Yvonne backed off to reply. "He was a very vanilla guy. I'm out of practice -- but I was good at it, once. I had to be." She started doing that neck-twisting thing I'd experienced with some pretty proficient cocksuckers, and I realized that she was back on the bicycle and the training wheels were already dropping away...

I looked over at Sarah, "Have you ever done this?"

Sarah turned pink. "They gave us rubber ones at school..."

I chuckled. "If I was to guess, I'd think that the real thing would be a vast improvement."

Sarah addressed Javier's erection and came back with a distinctly enthusiastic, "UH HUH!" Then she proceeded to outgun her mother, pulling Javier in deep in three strokes!

Javier's eyes popped, "WOW!"

Sarah, still pink, popped off to say, "I practiced a lot."

"I guess you did!" I chuckled. "I guess you did." I was hard and I was pretty sure Javier was, too, so I reminded them, "This isn't the purpose of the exercise..."

"Right!" Yvonne was up instantly, going for the butter. She put the dish on the floor, and, grasping and jacking me, she dipped her fingers in it and started poking at her asshole, her eyes distant. Sarah stopped sucking to watch. A grimace flickered across Yvonne's face; I couldn't see, but I suspected that she'd managed penetration. Her expression relaxed as she got used to it. "Give it a shot, Punkin," she told Sarah, "Try to stay relaxed. Once you get one, go for two." She dipped her fingers again -- and I didn't have to see it to know she failed with two fingers, herself. She went back to one -- probably her middle finger -- and her face relaxed again. I decided that I wanted to see, so I directed the AI to project a visual of the proper angle and saw that I was right; Yvonne's long middle finger pumped into her anus to the second knuckle and back out. I ordered the AI to show us Sarah's efforts, too, projected on the wall behind them where they couldn't see and be embarrassed, but we could.

Nana, watching avidly, offered, "The anus is a one-way door; it requires time and patience to teach it to open from the outside directly. For now, you should ask it to open from the inside, as you normally do."

"I don't understand," Sarah muttered. I could tell she was having problems.

"Push, as if you were going to defecate -- go to the bathroom," Nana amplified.

Sarah looked up, cautiously. "Won't that...?"

"Only if you have to, Child. If you do, then perhaps you should go and do so and then come back," Nana suggested.

"Maybe..." Sarah muttered.

"Go, then," Javier told her. "It doesn't affect the test -- it is preparation. We'll resume when you come back."

Yvonne pursed her lips and eyed me. "Me, too, I think."

"The bath is that way," I pointed. "If you like, I can have the AI replicate some bottled enemas..." I turned a small smile on Sarah. "That might get you that kiss a little quicker."

"I..." Sarah licked her lips. "Please."

"I've done it," her mother volunteered.

"I can nurse you both through it if you like," Nana offered.

"Thank you," Yvonne nodded acceptance.

"Go ahead and get started," Nana directed, "I will be along with the enemas shortly." The pair got up and headed out and Nana muttered under her breath, "Culo week."

"You started it!" I chuckled. I went to sit at my desk, naked. There would be time to do some work... Nana headed out and Javier settled into a chair.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"They will succeed -- and they'll be proud of themselves for it and proud of you for having tested them seriously," I predicted. "They're keepers." I sat forward. "What are your plans for alterations?"

"Clear up their faces, adjust the breasts some -- not a lot. They don't need to look like Mama. Maybe shave a little off the hips and thighs," Javier replied.

I nodded. "Sensible. I bet they wish their hair was a little thicker, but don't kink it up or whatever. Be careful what you remove -- go for the cellulite first and see if you can limit yourself. Neither of them has a huge overhanging belly and both look flexible." Javier nodded. "I was going to recommend chin work, but I think the way they are actually improves their fellatio."

"A moderate adjustment shouldn't hurt," Javier opined. I nodded and settled in to work.

They took twenty-five minutes. I wasn't surprised; one toilet, two enemas -- it could have taken longer. Sarah went right to Javier, knelt before him in the chair and engulfed his dick. He was erect in seconds. Yvonne took her cue from her daughter, but waited while I finished the paperwork I was dealing with, squatting and working her hole with her fingers; she was up to two by the time I was ready -- no doubt the enema made things easier. I was half hard when I scooted back to give Yvonne access; it took next to no time to finish erecting. I waved her back and pointed to our original positions, then cleared my throat to remind Javier what we were doing; he was vigorously pumping Sarah's head into his crotch and no doubt would have forgotten and flooded her mouth. "Oh, yeah..." he muttered, taking in the reminder. We assumed our original positions and I again called up views of our test subjects' efforts at preparing their anuses; it was entertainment...

It was short-lived, however; after only a few seconds' worth of fellatio to keep me solid while she fingered herself, Yvonne backed off and started buttering my hard dick. At some point, the pair had apparently decided that Yvonne would go first, because Sarah continued to finger herself and watch her mother's preparations while jacking Javier. When she got up and rotated, the displays entered her visual field; I got a look, and then she asked, "Can it display what I'm doing?" I nodded and provided update instructions and the field of view for Yvonne and I shifted to directly above my left shoulder, I think. "Oh, goody..." Yvonne remarked distractedly and started rubbing my gooey cock against her ass. "I can see."

Whether it was butter or the enema or just effort and commitment, the insertion went more smoothly than I anticipated. Once the glans popped through her sphincter, Yvonne reached behind her awkwardly with both hands, grabbed my hips, and slowly began forcing herself onto my dick. That kind of thing isn't easy; Yvonne had to stop, dip butter, and lube up a couple of times, but she got me in root deep. It took a minute or two before she turned to Sarah and said, "I'm done with the butter, Punkin. Be sure to bear down -- it works." Then she got serious about stroking me.

My initial advice was, "Go long. I want to feel your sphincter clutching the head and then I want the hair at the root of my dick to touch skin. Both extremes accomplish something -- and what goes on in between may end up being unimportant." Yvonne nodded; I had the AI split-screen her determined face as she pressed her ass against my pubic bone and released.

Sarah was in trouble; I think she got in a rush and didn't prepare adequately. I heard her grunt and make sounds of frustration and looked over to see tears sprouting. "Nana, counsel her," I directed.

Nana stepped up. "Not enough butter, Child. Can you do two fingers?"

"Yes. I did..." Sarah panted.

"When?"

"A few minutes ago."

"Your culo has recovered," Nana opined. "It has closed up again. Open it up again. You can suck him while he waits." Sarah nodded and turned around, sucking Javier's buttery dick in while she fingered her asshole. I stopped worrying about it; Yvonne was demanding my attention.

Yvonne had the cycle down pat -- and was beginning to be effective. I saw no reason not to admit it, "You've got it going, there..." She smiled tensely and picked up the pace a bit. It couldn't be much fun -- it was too much like calisthenics -- but she was working my dick doggedly, pumping her ass against me. I found myself rubbing her plush ass.

To my left, there sounded a protracted grunt, followed by an exultant, "Yessss!" I looked over to see young Sarah pressing herself back against Javier, her face wearing a look that mixed pain and triumph. Javier gave me the thumbs up. Sarah tried to collect the butter bowl from the floor while still connected, but couldn't reach it; Nana picked it up and tipped it to dribble butter on their joining.

Yvonne was trying hard to get serious speed out of things; if I'd been backed against the wall or otherwise suitably braced, it would have been easier on her. "How's it going?" I asked.

"I like it," Yvonne replied, surprised. "It's different, but it works... Are you getting...?"

"This is going to work," I assured her. "You're doing well." I shifted my attention to the visuals and enjoyed the pendulous swing of Yvonne's breasts as she impaled herself on my erection, again and again. "You can masturbate," I informed her.

She shook her head. "Need both hands..."

I was starting to charge up -- I could feel it. All things being equal, I would discharge in Yvonne's colon in less than a minute, probably. I looked over at the other couple. Sarah, with the athleticism of youth, was managing to pump faster on Javier's cock than Yvonne was on mine -- and she was red in the face and clearly aroused. Javier, also agitated, looked over at me and said, "Fuck it!" Then he took Sarah by the hips and took over, plowing her from behind.

I did the same thing; I started pounding, taking control of the fuck. Yvonne looked up at me on screen and gasped, "Oh, shit! Yeah! Come on... Fuck! Yes! Gimme!" Her eyes got glassy...

Sarah beat her. "OMIGAAAAAWD!!! CUM!! CUMM!!! PLEASE!!! CUM!!!" she screeched, her face almost purple. Javier, his teeth clenched, slammed into her several times, grunting -- and just like that, he was done...

So was I! So was Yvonne, for that matter -- she erupted, "NOW! NOW!! NOW!!" and her ass clenched around my dick and it was all I needed to be able to release a flood in her. I backed my cock until her clasping sphincter was wringing the area at the base of my glans and enjoyed the sensations while I pumped a respectable load of semen into her anal canal.

I released Yvonne and she shuffled forward on shaky legs and went to her knees, turning around to inspect my erection. There was a bit of a ring at the base; I let her go to work on it. Sarah dropped to her knees in front of Javier and spun to do the same, but Javier reached down and pulled her up for a kiss -- one she returned hungrily, trying to merge with him physically, she clung to him so tightly.

They were at it for a minute or two -- long enough for me to go to my chair and sit and pull Yvonne into my lap. When they broke, I asked, "So, how long have you had a thing for Javier?"

Predictably, Sarah blushed. "Two years, I think."

"When were you going to tell him?"

"Probably never."

Javier led Sarah to an armchair and settled into it, pulling her into his lap and collecting one of her small, low-slung breasts in his hand. "AI, I offer my sponsorship to Sarah and her mother."

"I accept!" Sarah replied, tucking her face into Javier's shoulder.

"Me, too!" Yvonne declared.

"Duly recorded," the AI intoned.

I turned to Nana. "No harassment. They're family members."

"I'll see to it," Nana promised.

"Brief Graciela -- thoroughly -- and have her return."

"Yes, Marcus." Nana headed out -- stopping only to give me a peck on the lips.

"She's beautiful -- regal," Yvonne noted. "She's really over eighty?"

"She is," I confirmed. "Her daughter, Estrella, has the bearing, too. Graciela is a bit more earthy. Marisol is twelve going on eighteen."

"With your scores..." Javier murmured, eyeing Sarah, "Why aren't you a sponsor?"

"She did not wish to be," the AI informed all and sundry. "Neither did her mother. Both are capable, but both have a need to subordinate themselves to a strong will. This need is the only facet of their personality that offset other scores, reducing the aggregate. It is believed that they influenced the testing deliberately. They are curiosities due to this quirk."

"You'll have your hands full, Javier," I predicted, "but they are both pearls beyond price." Sarah positively glowed at the unaccustomed praise. "Why don't you take them to Medical? I need to get back to work."

"As you wish," Javier waved Sarah up and rose. She went to her knees and began a belated cleaning of the mess at the base of his dick. It was no longer erect when she started, which helped her get ahead of things, but she was soon giving him fellatio. "We may stay for a few minutes," Javier ended up grunting.

I boosted Yvonne off my lap. "Go help your daughter." She rose, smiling, and swayed to Javier, kneeling beside Sarah. "Let me have his balls, Punkin..." I chuckled; this wouldn't last long...

Graciela returned and knelt beside me, coolly examining her son's worshippers. Nana says they are exceptional despite..." she waved.

"The differences?" I filled in. "Javier has been exposed to fiery Hispanic beauty all his life -- he needs a bit of variety. Their hidden assets are more extensive than what lies on the surface. He did well."

"They are not... competition, are they?"

"For me?" I chuckled. "They're an occasional fuck. I HAVEN'T been exposed to fiery Hispanic beauty all my life." I leaned over and kissed her; while we were still enjoying the kiss, I heard a grunt, the import of which was unmistakable. Breaking the kiss, I saw Javier hunched over, eyes glassy -- and Sarah swallowing. Yvonne got up and started collecting Javier's uniform so he could re-don it.

Momma and I were sitting at the breakfast table, bummed out. It was Thursday, more than a week into our voyage, and we hadn't been looked at seriously despite the fact that we weren't towing Daddy around; Daddy had been working at the plant and wasn't at Family Day. Momma had started out a little sad over Daddy but looking forward to this whole deal as an adventure -- but we'd missed the excitement thus far... We'd discussed it; Momma had been gentle about it, but what I got out of her guarded admissions was the fact that Daddy was a little boring and while she'd have never left him -- we're loyal that way -- she was looking forward to the change of pace -- which had failed to materialize. Basically, we were being ignored the way we always were...

Javier Salazar came into the room and headed for the replicators. I watched him the whole way. Javier was my ideal; he was SOOO hot with his Latin good looks and his curly black hair and that smile... I always saw him with a little romantic glow and hearts circling him, you know? I had a whole list of boys who only had to be nice to me for thirty seconds to get anything I could give them, but Javier was Numero Uno on that list... I would offer to do his laundry just to smell his underwear... I sat there, watching him, wondering what cologne he wore -- 'Testosterone, for Latin Lovers', probably. He was beautiful, he had a sister named Marisol who was beautiful -- I would give my eye teeth (which I could afford to lose, they're kind of fangy) for her boobies... Undoubtedly, he had a beautiful momma and a beautiful daddy...

Of course, I was beneath his notice; I was beneath EVERYONE's notice! I think I have the invisibility gene -- nobody sees me -- so imagine my surprise when, after watching him hungrily for three or four minutes, I suddenly realized that HE WAS LOOKING BACK! OMIGAWD! I ducked my head and looked away, embarrassed.

But it wasn't over! In a moment, his voice asked in that delicious liquid accent of his, "May I sit here?"

I couldn't look up; Momma handled it. "Of course. You know Sarah, then?"

"We share some classes," he replied.

He noticed! I managed to shift my eyes so that I could see him out of the corners. 'OMIGAWD! He's looking at me!'

"She's very shy..." Javier murmured. No shit, Sherlock!

"It's a problem," Momma agreed. "I have it, too."

"She's very smart, though. I've not really understood why she was taking concubine courses. When I look at her scores, I still don't understand..." Javier's voice murmured.

'He thinks I'm smart?' I finally looked at him, dazed. "Finally!" he chuckled.

"You know, I don't think she wants to be a sponsor," Momma said. "I know I don't."

"No?" Javier looked surprised. "Why not?"

"I want to do things for somebody, personally, not 'the Confederacy'," Momma replied. "I want to answer to a person, not some huge organization."

"Then you won't be free," Javier noted, nonplussed.

"What is 'free'?" Momma asked. "You answer to people, right? You have work to do -- a job, a mission. That's 'free'?"

Javier turned his attention to me. "What do you want to do?"

"I want to..." I got out, and then my throat locked up, because the next three words were 'be with you!' I froze.

His eyes bored into mine. "You had an answer..."

Momma tittered. "You won't get it! Your name wouldn't be Javier, would it?"

"Yes..." Javier eyed Momma sidelong.

"Then I know what she was going to say. You're number one on her list of 'Boys I Want to be Owned By'!" Momma announced.

"Momma!" The exclamation was ripped from me! "How COULD you?"

"I think this brings us to the heart of the matter, do you not?" Javier asked me, cocking his head, those beautiful brown eyes of his mocking me. "Do you think I selected this seat by accident? It just so happens that I have two openings..." He pretended to examine his manicure.

"Don't tease me!" I wailed, then covered my mouth, shocked that I should be so foolish as to say such a thing!

"So, you are right," he said to Momma. "I am answered."

But Momma sat there, looking dazed. "Two? Two openings?"

Javier nodded, poker-faced. "Two openings."

"Look, Javier," Momma said, "Sarah can't negotiate -- she's too hung up on you -- so I'll do it for her. She'll do ANYTHING!"

"Momma!" I erupted.

"Tell me I lied!" Momma argued.

I looked at Momma, looked at Javier, and looked away. "No."

"Now that THAT is over," Momma resumed, "What do I have to do?"

Javier eyed her. "An excellent question," he mused. "From your looks it would appear that the apple did not fall far from the tree -- is that not so?"

"We're... much alike," Momma agreed. "I'm older and have seen a few things, so I'm a little braver in relationships -- but I had her issues at her age."

Javier cocked his head, "Could you describe these issues, if you do not mind?" Shifting his glance back and forth between us, he took a bite of his breakfast.

"At her age, I was unable to talk to boys," Momma related. "The more important the boy was to me, the less able I was to speak."

Javier's eyes shifted to me; I could FEEL the blush creeping over me! "I see. Yet, you married and had a daughter. How did you overcome this issue?"

"By accident," Momma related. "In college, I went out with some girls. We got drunk at a football game and while we were being rowdy, some fraternity boys showed up. They invited us back to the frat house and kept us drunk and rowdy until they could split us up and roll over us. I didn't need to talk to give the boy who dragged me into his room what he wanted -- he wanted a blowjob, then he wanted a fuck. So did his roommate. They were experienced and I had no defenses, so I lost my virginity."

This was ALL news to me! I looked at Momma as if she had three heads! "They raped you?"

Momma shook her head, smiling crookedly. "No, Punkin -- they were nice to me and I was drunk and we did it -- that's all. If Javier, here, wanted it from you and he sat down next to you and cuddled you and gave you a couple of kisses while his hands wandered all over your body, how long do you think it would take? You're already naked..." She turned back to Javier while I blushed furiously and went on, "After that, I had a reputation -- I was easy. Boys found me -- but all they wanted was sex. I tried trading sex for a relationship, and while I wasn't tremendously successful, any attention is better than none so it was hard to tell the difference for a while. Then Sarah's father showed up -- and he had issues, too, and he was nice and he really wanted a relationship -- and the rest is history."

"Sooo..." Javier mused, sipping coffee.

"So take Sarah. She thinks you're the hottest thing since sliced bread -- that's why she's tongue-tied. She'll be happy to give you everything you ever wanted. As for me, that's a different proposition, isn't it? I'm sure you have better choices out there and I can land on my feet, one way or another. It would be very nice of you, but you might be going out of your way for an older woman," Momma replied.

Javier shrugged. "All of my experience is with older women." He shifted those eyes of his to Momma, "What could I expect from you?"

Momma turned to me before answering him, "Punkin, remember what we're doing here. I'm sure you'll be scandalized, but I'm trusting your judgment. I know you like Javier..." Turning back to Javier, she said, "Just about anything. I can't think of anything I WON'T do."

Javier sat back and steepled his fingers. "I am not..." He searched for words. "...Aggressively controlling. I do not want to have to be. Sarah is always very... calm, composed. I find that attractive. My sister and my mother and my grandmother can be fiery, quarrelsome, argumentative. It is... taxing. I do not want my every request to be an occasion for argument and discussion -- I just want affection and obedience. Does that sound at all difficult to you?"

"It sounds very simple to me," Momma murmured. There was this undertone to her voice; I leaned back a little bit in my seat and looked down to find that Momma had toed out of her flip-flop and was rubbing Javier's calf with her foot. I was a little scandalized, but I hid it; Momma was being absolutely slutty! "Do you want to sit next to Javier, Punkin? I bet you'd both like that..."

Javier shifted his attention to me. "We've talked about you as if you were not here -- but perhaps your mother is wrong." He reached out and touched my cheek. "Do you want to be with me? Be honest -- I do not want to lead you into something you do not want."

Was he NUTS? I couldn't talk; his hand on my cheek made me quake and flutter! My pussy flooded and my nipples got stiff while I thought about all the things I wanted him to do... All I could manage was to hold his eyes with mine and nod vehemently!

"See?" Momma allowed herself a girlish giggle. "She's got it bad. If you can't read that expression, I'm happy to translate..."

"Silence is pleasant, but you'll be able to speak eventually, will you not?" Javier asked, his eyes crinkling in amusement. I nodded again. His eyes broke away from mine and he said to Momma, "No, I can read her expression. I am surprised that..." he looked embarrassed, "she has not occasionally noticed a similar one on MY face..."

I gasped! Did he just say what I THOUGHT he said? "B--but..." I stammered, "I'm..." There were a lot of descriptors... 'Plain' came to mind, or 'homely' -- or maybe 'droopy.' My boobies are low-slung and not that big, and I'm kind of doughy. I have long hair, but it's kind of thin and lank. My face is an absolute grease pit with an occasional volcanic zit marking the landscape. I am NOT a catch! I just waved at myself, vaguely.

"... Very different from what I'm used to," Javier finished my objection in a totally different way than I would have. He was right, of course, but I didn't see how I really looked good in contrast to curvy dark Hispanic women with big boobies and beautiful faces and smooth skin... "Perhaps your mother is correct," he said. "Would you like to sit here?" He patted a seat on his left.

I nearly killed myself getting over there! I bashed my knee getting up and tripped over my feet and made a TOTAL SPECTACLE of myself! I sat down and he put a hand on my shoulder and I shamelessly glued myself to him; this was beyond my wildest imaginings! "Eat your breakfast," he murmured to me -- and I ate, clumsily, left-handed, so I didn't have to stop leaning against him. Javier turned to my mother and said, "I'm inclined to make an offer to you both -- but I am young and perhaps a bit impetuous. After breakfast, would you accompany me to the office of a friend who will offer a second opinion?"

"Why, certainly, Sir!" Momma crooned. I knew fear, though; someone else might recommend that Javier go elsewhere and ruin my life...