They all walked downstairs to find Walter sitting at a table cleaning a handgun. He smiled when he saw Frank, and blushed when he looked at the girls holding hands.
Looking back at the girls, Frank grinned. "You'll have to excuse Walter, ladies. He's a bit of an ol' fashioned prude when it comes to relationships!"
Walter looked up with a playful flash in his eyes. "I am not! I'm just not accustomed to seeing beautiful women holding hands."
"So if I gave her a kiss, like this..." Vanessa turned to Joyce and kissed her hotly on the lips. Very shortly they parted, but it was clear Joyce was very turned on by her prominent nipples poking through her top, and her panting.
Vanessa turned back to the men watching them intently, and with an innocent look on her face continued her question. " ... it would make you blush more?"
Walter turned to Brad. "Okay, I'm dying to ask; how do you satisfy all those women? I can barely keep up with Marie!"
"I don't, Walter. Not alone, I have plenty of help. They love each other as much as they love me," Brad explained.
"I guess I just can't wrap my mind around that. If I had that many beautiful women, naked, and wanting sex, I'd kill myself trying to give it to them," Walter admitted.
"Well, I can honestly say that I feel like the luckiest man alive to have the love and trust of all these wonderful women," Brad said.
"Nice come back, lover," Stephanie said holding his hand.
Frank chuckled and led everyone over to a set of double sliding doors. "When we had the foundations and basement dug for the house, I wanted a place where I could shoot my guns and not have to worry about being in town. Heather's mother suggested this range. So we had the crew dig this out: forty feet wide, and three hundred yards long. I had them build a six inch wooden wall with forty-eight inches of packed sand behind it for a back stop. If I ever need to replace it, there is an access hatch hidden in some brush in the backyard. I have an automatic target rack so I don't have to haul my old ass down the tunnel every time I want to see how I did." Frank was obviously proud of the small firing range.
"Wow, this is some set-up, Sir. I hope you'd let me and the girls use it sometime?" Brad asked.
"Certainly and please call me Frank; after all you're married to my daughter," Frank chuckled.
"Not officially, Frank. I'm only sixteen and both Steph and Sammy are only fifteen."
Frank looked over their shoulders at the doors. "I know that Vanessa is really your mother, and the younger girls are your sisters, but does Walter know?"
"I think so. He surely overheard the conversation when we told Heather everything that was going on. We haven't tried to hide anything from anybody here," Brad said.
"How did he react?" Frank asked.
"Fine, as far as I know. I didn't actually see him until a couple of hours later when he was helping Heather move her stuff into the room we all share. He did seem a little pissed off about something, but he sure acted civil enough to us," Brad replied.
"My cousins and their mates sometimes visit us here. They are in a poly relationship which each other, and Walter had a hard time with that the first time he learned of it. I have to give him credit though; he did a damn good job of trying to hide his feelings on it. My cousins also helped by not intentionally rubbing his nose in it. I guess he must have worked through whatever issues he's had," Frank said.
"Well, I hope if he has any questions he feels that he can ask any of us. We'd be happy to help him understand," Vanessa said.
Frank nodded his head. "The more I get to know you folks, the more I like you. Yes, Walter and the others work for me and I pay them for that work, but I try to make them feel like part of my family. I'd have a very hard time firing any of the household staff. I'd much rather help them overcome any problem that comes up. When I hired them, each was single. I think that Walter out there will be asking Marie to marry him one of these days. Carrie and Hal should already be wearing rings, but I think because of their special relationship with me, they won't marry each other. Aaron and Janice are a couple too, I think. I know they spend nights together sometimes.
"I'm very happy with the way things have turned out. I don't have servants; I have a large and loving family. I've made provisions for each in my will and I'd like to make sure that their life here continues the way it is."
Heather looked like she wanted to cry and Terri wrapped her arms around the smaller girl from the back while Tara held one of the girl's hands.
"Frank, I don't mean to be blunt, but I honestly can't see a reason for you not to accept Steph's help. If you're really worried about what your doctor will say, just take me with you for your next visit. I promise he won't be a problem after I talk to him," Brad said. "Sir, my gifts are telepathy and mind control. I've yet to intentionally use the mind control, but sometimes I can't help but use the telepathy. You are a good man. Heather's going to need you, your family is going to need you, and frankly, sir, I'm going to need you. I've never really had a father, but I know I could sure use the advice of one," Brad said.
"No wonder you're the leader of your clan. Mind control, huh? You said you've never intentionally used it; that seems to imply that you have used it unintentionally?" Frank asked.
Joyce answered this time. "Yes sir. He used it on me when I was sent to kill him and his family. When we were bonded his control over me was broken, but I've given it back to him of my own free will."
"I think I've been using it on my sisters since I hit puberty, but I can't be sure. We haven't had much of a chance to talk about it..." Brad said.
Tara smiled, "No you haven't you big oaf. We fell in love for you all on our own. It might have strengthened the feeling, but we could feel it, so we could have resisted it, we simply didn't want to."
"Frank," Hal spoke for the first time. "I know we never say anything about how we feel about each other, but I don't think I could stand to let you go just yet. Could you please take the girl's offer of help? Screw your doctor. If he bitches, fire him. I love you, and I don't want to lose you."
Surprised, Frank looked up at the big man and tenderly caressed his cheek. "I love you too, Hal."
Carrie placed her hand on Frank's shoulder. "Please?" was all she said.
With tears in his eyes, Frank turned to Brad and Stephanie. "What do I need to do?"
"Let's head up to your bedroom. This will probably make you really dizzy and might make you kinda sick to your stomach. Your bond-mates can take care of you until your body catches up," Stephanie said.
Hal took Frank's hand and all but pulled him from the room. Stephanie followed, but paused when Carrie didn't. "Coming?" she asked the tall woman.
"In a moment; I need to ask your husband a couple of questions," Carrie replied.
Getting the impression from Tara and Terri that he had better start walking to their room himself, he turned and took Carrie's hand so she would walk with him. "What do you want to know?"
"Can you really control someone's mind?" she asked hesitantly.
"So I've been led to believe. It did stop Joyce from killing me and she had the gun to my head at the time," Brad replied.
"Brad, I've got this weird hang-up. Do you think you can make me either forget it, or make it go away or whatever?" Carrie asked softly.
"I can sure try, but are you sure there isn't a reason for it?" he asked.
"Oh, I know the reason for it, and it's really stupid, but I can't seem to kick it. Can you give it a try, please?"
"Sure, what's the problem?" Brad asked, expecting something really strange.
"I can't stand for anyone to see me in the nude. I've been this large since the ninth grade. The other girls teased me constantly, and I got the nickname 'lurch'. The worst was in the showers after gym class. The other girls would see my large body and tease me about getting fisted and 'I could take a basketball up my coochie'. I was so embarrassed I quit taking showers at school, and made damn sure no one ever saw me nude. In college I got past hating my body, but I still couldn't take my clothes off in front of somebody. Brad, I'm proud of how I look now, but I still can't get past this fucking hang-up. I know it may sound pretty trivial, but I'd like to wear a skimpy bikini once in my life, and take my clothes off for Frank and Hal."
As Brad listened to her, he felt his mind reach out to hers. He saw her memories of the humiliation and felt her emotional turmoil caused by it. It was the mental scars caused by a group of senior girls holding her down and trying to fist fuck her. They were none too gentle, but got interrupted by the gym teacher before they could actually violate the young Carrie.
Very gently he changed the way her memories of that time felt, backing her self-blame off to almost nothing and increasing her self-worth. He made it so the blame in her mind was put on the misguided girls and not on her body betraying her. He thought that was probably enough, but added a little to her current self-image. She really was a very attractive woman, she should be proud of that.
When he didn't answer her right away, she grew slightly embarrassed for admitting her problem to a sixteen year old boy. "So, do you think you can help?"
Brad stopped and turned to her; "I think I already did. Try stripping down to your bra and panties here in the hall."
She stopped and thought about it; she wasn't actually wearing a bra, but she had nothing to be ashamed about there. Besides, Brad had seven women; he knew what breasts looked like. She unclipped her gun holster and handed it to Tara before pulling her sweatshirt over her head. On her frame the double D cup breasts actually looked normal. But these stood high, proud and firm from her chest. She stood there proudly, her smile as bright as the sun. "Thank you! It worked! I don't know what you did, but I'm so damn proud of my body — it actually feels really good to show it off!"
"You're a beautiful woman, Carrie. You should be proud of your body. If you ever want to know what was really causing the problem, and what I did to fix it, we can talk — privately," Brad said, enjoying the view. Yeah, he had seven pairs of world-class tits to stare at as much as he wanted, but hell, he was sixteen, and these were TITS!
Grinning, Carrie draped her shirt over her shoulder, retrieved her weapon from Tara, turned, and almost ran down the hall.
Heather opened the door while Terri and Tara dragged Brad through it. Vanessa and Joyce followed along laughing at the antics of the girls. Tara looked at Terri and silent communication passed between them. Terri looked at the beds in the room and all of a sudden they moved together to form one big bed. "I think you're going to have a very busy night, stud," Joyce said from behind him.
"Oh yeah, very busy," agreed Vanessa.
Tara and Terri started kissing and stripping each other. Behind him, Joyce and Vanessa did the same thing. Heather looked up into his eyes as she gently caressed his cock through the shorts he was wearing. "Damn! Just how big are you?"
"I'm five-eleven, and weigh one seventy-five," he replied, deliberately misunderstanding her.
Heather, who was wearing a pretty sundress, whipped it off over her head, showing that she had been nude under it. She slowly sank to her knees before him and started undoing his shorts. "Your cock is five-eleven? I would have guessed about eight. But it sure does feel pretty big." She had his shorts open and was gently tugging them down his legs. When his hard cock sprung free, she giggled, leaned forward and sucked him into her mouth.
Brad groaned at the sudden sensation from his cock. Heather's mouth was very different from Tara's pussy but felt no less wonderful. His knees felt weak as she sucked more of him into her mouth.
She bobbed her head a couple of times, then backed off. "Step out of your shorts please. I want to see if I can deep-throat this monster."
Brad slowly lifted each foot, not fully trusting his legs to keep him from falling on the black-haired beauty in front of him. Heather slowly stroked his cock with her hand while she helped balance him. Once he was free of his shorts, she stood and led him to the bed by his cock. Positioning him sitting on the foot of the bed, she once again lowered to her knees between his legs. Tara put Terri next to him, and knelt between her legs. Joyce and Vanessa were beside them with Joyce between her lover's legs.
Watching the girls with each other, and hearing their moans, almost had him shooting off. When Heather's very talented lips once again made contact with his cock, he thought he was a goner. Heather tightened her grip on the base of his cock to the point it almost hurt, and his orgasm receded some. When she sensed he was ready, she began to slowly work her way down his cock. When she felt him about to cum, she would squeeze him, and stop until he cooled down.
Finally, after she had brought him to the brink more times than he could count, he felt her nose against his pubic hair. When she swallowed he knew there would be no stopping it this time. His balls ached from the extended period of excitement. He could feel the sensation gathering in his feet and head and slowly rolling toward his crotch, building in intensity as it moved slowly through his body. Just as the sensations reached their pinnacle at his middle, he felt something slide up his ass. He exploded into Heather's mouth. He felt like his whole being was blown out through his cock into the wonderful creature between his legs. Bright points of light and dark clouded his eyes, and he fainted.
When Brad started groaning so loud it was almost a scream, the rest of the girls stopped to see what Heather was doing to him. They watched as she had him stuffed all the way down her throat. She had her eyes closed with one hand on his hip, and the other busy between her legs. Her throat muscles worked and Brad did start screaming, obviously in pleasure. Stephanie came running through the door just as Brad thrust his hips forward as hard as he could into Heather. Heather took the hand from her pussy and stuck a wet finger up Brad's ass as she pulled back and began swallowing rapidly. She couldn't keep up, and white cum escaped from the sides of her mouth to slowly drip back down Brad's shaft. Brad fell backwards onto the bed, but Heather was still working to swallow at his cock. She pulled her finger from his ass and wrapped the other hand around his still throbbing cock. She lifted her head off him and gulped down air. In her hand, Brad's cock still weakly oozed cum.
"Damn! I've never seen anything that intense in my life," Joyce said
Noticing Brad was unconscious, Vanessa looked at the flushed girl still sitting between his legs. "What did you do to him?"
Heather smiled weakly as she wiped the cum off her face and sucked it off her fingers. "Took the edge off. Auntie Deidre taught me how to do that when I was fourteen to help keep horny football players under control. When he wakes up, he'll be good for a couple of hours before he comes again." She burped. "Damn, I don't think I've ever swallowed so much cum. It felt like he came a gallon!"
Over at the computer, Sammy had one hand in her pants rapidly rubbing her clit while the other was pinching a nipple through her shirt. Stephanie moved over to her, and started taking the girl's clothes off. "I felt it all the way down in your Poppy's room. I didn't know what it was, but it sure felt intense. When I heard Brad screaming, I ran the rest of the way here."
"I don't see how she could get that monster down her throat without gagging!" Terri said, chuckling.
"Well, he's certainly the biggest I've ever done that to, but I don't think I could take any larger," Heather admitted.
Joyce reached over and took Heather's hand to pull her over to them. "I think you missed a spot, love." She leaned in and licked Heather's cheek.
"Yeah, and some dribbled down here," Vanessa said as she leaned in to lick and suck one of Heather's breasts. While the three of them moved up onto the bed, Heather moaned in bliss.
Stephanie had Sammy's pants pulled down to her knees, and had her bent over the desk while she knelt behind her. Sammy was purring in pleasure from her sister's tongue in her pussy. Stephanie rose up a little and circled Sammy's tightly puckered asshole a couple times before moving back to her clit. Sammy moaned loudly. Steph replaced her tongue on Sammy's clit with her hand, and moved her mouth back to her sister's tight ass. As she rubbed her twin's clit, Steph began teasing and pressing against Sammy's rosebud.
"Oh fuck Steph! What are you doing to me?" Sammy groaned in bliss.
Stephanie switched her mouth and fingers one more time, this time pressing a slippery finger to Sammy's butt as she sucked the sensitive clit into her mouth. When her finger popped past the tight ring, it clamped down hard and Sammy screamed out her orgasm. Stephanie continued sucking and slowly started finger fucking her sister's ass, extending and intensifying Sammy's orgasm. When Sammy seemed to start to calm down, she stopped sucking her clit and gently pulled her finger out while softly licking up the tasty juice that coated her sister's entire pussy.
"Wow, that was new," Sammy said, still resting on the desk.
"Yup, and you're going to return the favor later. I guess anal might not be so bad," Stephanie answered.
"I never thought I would like it, but ... wow," Sammy admitted.
Tara and Terri watched, smiling, as Vanessa and Joyce pulled Heather into a threesome. They looked back at the sleeping Brad and down to his cum-covered cock. "I guess it's up to us to clean him up," Tara said.
"Remember John? You almost puked when he came in your mouth," Terri reminded her.
"I know, but I think most of that had been from surprise; he didn't exactly warn me that he was coming," Tara replied. "Besides, this is Brad. I'd really like to try to swallow for him. I bet he tastes a lot different too."
As the girls got positioned on each side of him, Terri said, "I guess there's really only one way to find out." She leaned in and tentatively licked the length of his cock, getting a lot of cum on her tongue. She swallowed; the taste failed description. It wasn't all that good, but surprisingly, it wasn't really that bad either. She suspected that in the heat of the moment, if she were sucking him, she would have no problems swallowing this, unless he came the same amount he did a few minutes ago.
Tara leaned in as well, and licked the cum off his balls. He did taste a lot different than John had all those years ago. He wasn't as salty, but the texture was still pretty slimy. Maybe if she got it while he was coming it would be different, but licking it up like this would never be one of her favorite things to do. She'd help Terri get him cleaned up and ready for her to make love to him, but she would try to avoid this in the future.
Their attention was getting him hard again, and they felt that he was close to waking up, so Terri started giving him a normal blowjob. He did have a big dick. Tara moved back to her sister's pussy, and began to get her ready for Brad. Tara thought Terri was even smaller than she was, so Brad would love the tightness of her pussy. When Terri was as wet as she could get, Tara slapped her ass cheek and sent a mental message to straddle Brad.
Terri threw one leg over her lover and gently rubbed his chest with just her hard nipples; the sensations were delicious to her. Brad was waking up, so she stopped and looked into his eyes as he opened them. "Welcome back, lover. You have another virgin to deflower."
Brad made love to Terri, Vanessa, and Heather before supper was announced. The four of them were cuddled on the bed sharing in the afterglow of emotions while the others were getting cleaned up and dressed.
"I guess the three of you have to wait until after dinner," Brad said as he watched Tara, Joyce and Sammy get their clothes back on. Stephanie hadn't stripped, but was smiling as she watched the others.
Joyce got a playful grin on her face. "I'll go last. What I want might leave you too tired for the girls if I went before them."
"Oh? And what do you want?" Vanessa asked with a twinkle in her eye.
"You know what I want. But I think we should wait to tell our stud here, make it a surprise for him," Joyce replied. "Now get your lazy asses out of that bed so we can go eat. I'm starved."
When they got down to the table, Frank, Carrie and Hal hadn't arrived yet either. "Carrie called down to say that Frank was still resting. She asked if we could send dinner up to them," Marie explained.
"Did she say how he was doing?" Heather asked, concerned.
"She said he had woke up and smiled at them, gave them both a kiss and fell back to sleep." Marie smiled; "She didn't sound worried at all."
Heather looked relieved and leaned over to give Stephanie a loving kiss. "Thank you."
Stephanie caressed the girl's cheek, "He's important to you, which makes him important to me. There's nothing to thank me for."
Dinner proceeded normally and soon the family walked back to their room, after thanking the staff for a fabulous dinner. Sammy checked her computer and told Brad the meeting would be the day after tomorrow around noon. They wouldn't get the location until just before the meeting.
They all got naked and just relaxed, easing into the love making slowly. An hour and a half later, Both Stephanie and Samantha were blissfully happy, cuddled together and drowsing. Brad took Joyce into his arms. "Well, beautiful? It's your time. Are you ready to give me your virginity?"
Joyce tenderly pushed him away a little, and submissively looked up into his eyes. "Yes Master, all of them."
Brad felt his pulse quicken with the way she said 'master', then what she said registered. "What do you mean, 'all of them'?"
"I've never sucked a cock, Master, nor have I ever had one in my ass. Before Stephanie replaced my hymen, I'd only had one real cock inside me, and that was one of my training instructors. I didn't fight him, but it wasn't what I wanted. Since then, I've only had my lovers' dildos inside me. Tonight, I want you to claim all of me. I want you to take them, and make me yours," she said.
Sensing what she wanted, Brad reached up from behind and grabbed a handful of hair. "What if I don't want to be gentle when I take you?" he whispered loud enough for everyone to hear. Joyce's arousal soared. "If that's your wish, Master."
"Hmm, we'll see. Get on your knees and make me ready for you, slave," Brad said, riding her emotions to know what to do, and how to act. He'd heard of this sort of thing, but had never imagined people actually liked it. Considering how aroused he was getting, he was enjoying it too.
Looking around, he saw the rest of his lovers had taken positions to watch. They were all smiling sensuously. Apparently, they knew of Joyce's desire for this. How had he missed it?
As she got to her knees and tried to figure out how to suck his cock, Brad said, "Hmm, maybe I should buy a collar for you tomorrow. That way everyone will know you belong to me."
Joyce had a small orgasm as he said that. Would he really make her wear a collar all the time? Even in public? Would she allow it? Thinking about it, she already knew she would, and wear it proudly. In her heart she had given herself to him. Yes, she loved her wives, but she lived for him. He owned her, even if he didn't understand what that meant. She knew his mind control had been broken the night before when they all bonded, but she had re-established the control on her own — binding herself to him. This is what she had always wanted, to be loved so much that someone would be willing to do this for her. Right now, on her knees before this man, listening to him casually ponder making her publicly announce she was his, she felt more loved than she had ever felt in her life. Her body reacted to the emotion of the moment, and she came. With only his fingers tangled in her hair, she came so hard her juice was dripping on the carpeted floor.
Brad watched as Joyce shuddered through an orgasm with his cock in her mouth. He was so hard, he almost came himself. He knew that she wanted him to come in her mouth tonight. In fact she wanted him to come in all of her holes. However, he didn't think now was the right time; she was almost incoherent from her own orgasm, and he didn't want her to choke ... for real anyway.
He waited until her orgasm subsided before he grabbed two handfuls of her hair and started to fuck her mouth. She moaned loudly as she felt him using her. He knew now was the right time, so he pulled her back a little. "Be sure to swallow it, little slave, I don't want to try to explain how my cum ended up on the floor." He groaned as he released into her sucking mouth. He'd already came in Stephanie once, and the earlier orgasms had greatly diminished the volume of his spend, so she was able to swallow it all. He felt that while she didn't really care for the taste, she loved the feeling it gave her to be forced to swallow it.
The humiliation of his words flamed her arousal as she realized she had left a large stain on the floor and would have to explain to Marie how it got there. She continued to suck him, keeping him hard so he could fuck her now virgin pussy.
Gently tugging at her hair, Brad guided the woman up onto the bed, and got between her legs. He knew how she wanted this, but cringed at actually doing it. "Are you ready for me, slave?" Brad taunted her, holding his cock so she could see it. "From the mess you left on the floor, I'd say you are!"
"Yes, Master! Take me!" Joyce cried. "Please Master, take me NOW!"
Steeling himself, Brad put the end of his wet cock to her entrance and thrust all the way into her in one hard stroke. He felt her hymen as he tore through and her tight pussy trying desperately to make room for the large intruder.
She screamed. She knew it was going to hurt when he entered her. She'd wanted him to just thrust all the way in on one stroke. The pain felt good to her, it warmed her. It wasn't something she would want very often or probably ever again, but for this first time with him, it was perfect. Again, the love she felt soared and did battle with the pain in her burning pussy. She felt him holding perfectly still, savoring the extreme tightness his cock had to be feeling. It never occurred to her that he might be waiting for her to loosen to the point he wouldn't rip her internally if he hadn't already.
Her scream almost made him lose the will to continue her fantasy. He didn't like hurting people, especially someone he loved. He was glad her eyes were closed so she couldn't see the look of concern he knew was there, or the grimace when she screamed. His cock was being squeezed so tightly he was sure he tore her open internally and sent a mental message to Stephanie.
Sammy ran to the bathroom to get towels for the blood that was starting to leak out of Joyce, while Stephanie moved next to the women on the bed. She leaned in to softly whisper in the women's ear. "Joyce, Brad did what you wanted, but it messed you up pretty badly inside. I need to heal you before it gets really bad."
Joyce slowly opened her eyes and saw the angelic face of Stephanie through her tears. What was she saying? Oh, her master did this for her. He wanted his sister to make her feel better. She smiled with love at the young woman and kissed her. A warm sensation almost like water flowing over her body filled her cramping and pain-ridden tummy and pussy. She felt her pussy loosen a little, but her master still felt overly large in her tiny pussy. The pain was mostly gone now, replaced by the wonderfully full feeling of having her Master in her. He'd take her ass next. The thought of taking his large member up her ass made her shiver.
Stephanie opened her eyes and nodded to him with a little smile. "She was actually enjoying the pain. I don't understand it, but she's almost sorry it's gone. You can continue her fantasy now, she can handle it. I also made sure her ass will take you. But you'll need to do that slowly."
He nodded to her and mouthed 'thank you' to her. She smiled back, kissed an oblivious Joyce on the forehead and crawled back to her place to watch.
Brad slowly began to stroke into the woman beneath him. She moaned in pleasure and pushed back up to him. He felt his cock pushing through her cervix on every in stroke and wondered if that was hurting her, or causing her pleasure. Probably both, he thought. He did know he wasn't going to last long now that he knew he wasn't really hurting her. Her pussy felt like it was sucking him like an incredibly talented mouth while it messaged his shaft. She was screaming again, this time in an orgasm. Her cunt had locked down onto him and he had to force his way into her, which only seemed to make her scream louder. His balls drew up and he pumped his sperm directly into her womb as he pushed all the way in and held her tightly to him.
He collapsed forward on top of her and barely remembered to roll off to one side so she could breathe. She had passed out and was breathing heavily, but steadily. Her lovely body was covered in a sheen of sweat. He was getting tired, and wondered if he would have the energy to finish her fantasy.
He pulled her into his arms and held her while she was out. Heather got a mischievous look on her face and got up from her place in Vanessa's arms to go into the closet. No one said anything while Brad and Joyce were resting. But from the closet a soft, "Yes!" was heard. Heather walked out of the closet with a grin of triumph on her face. In her hand was a slave collar right out of a BDSM video.
"We all felt her response to that casual suggestion you made. I thought we'd let her decide," Heather said.
Vanessa smiled at the girl. "You don't understand, love. Brad should just put the collar on her neck. If she has to decide, then it defeats the whole purpose. Just before he comes up her ass, he should put it on her."
"If I can get it up again. Do you guys know how many times I've cum today?"
"Yep; nine. Spread out over the whole day. You're young, you should have no problems yet," Stephanie said.
"Well, in the top drawer of the night stand, you'll find a tube of lubricant. This room is the room Cousin Anita and her family would stay in when they visited," Heather explained.
Joyce started to awaken then, and Brad's attention was back on her. His eyes were brimming with love as he said, "You fell asleep on me, little slave. Are you too tired to finish serving me?"
"No, Master. I'm not too tired."
He gently caressed her left breast, and pinched the nipple. He felt his dick twitch when her breath caught as he pinched her nipple. "Your asshole is still virgin, I believe." She moaned softly. "It won't be for much longer."
She reached down to stroke his reawakening cock as she rolled onto her side facing away from him. She moved so she could stroke his cock through her ass crack and against her asshole as she stroked him. "Oh, yes master!" she moaned.
He continued to caress her breast, but not so gently anymore. He leaned in and kissed her neck while she pressed her ass back and her chest out. Lightly he bit her neck, and she shuddered. She started humping her ass against his hardening cock, teasing her tight pucker with the head. He let go of her breast and opened the drawer Heather had pointed to earlier, took out the lube and closed the drawer again.
"You know, I'm going to make you, slowly, press my cock up your own ass while the rest of the women watch. In fact, you're giving them a really good show now," he said. She flushed with embarrassment as she realized just how well everyone could see her trying to stuff his cock in her. He handed her the lube. "Take this, and coat your hole with it, then coat my cock."
"Yes Master, should I put some inside as well?" Glancing up, he saw Heather, Stephanie and Sammy all vigorously nodding 'yes'. "Yes, slave. Lube yourself up for your master's cock."
She moaned as she followed his instructions. When she was finished she set the lube on the bed in front of her, and grabbed his cock again. She aligned his head with her ass and began to slowly press it against her sphincter muscle.
She moaned loudly as she slowly started to accept him. Looking around, Brad saw Stephanie sitting on Sammy's hand as a finger was being slowly pressed into her tight rear hole. Tara and Vanessa were stroking each other's asses while Heather was teasing Terri's back door with a small butt plug. Terri's eyes were locked onto the action at Joyce's ass.
Brad took a deep breath as he felt the tip of his cock pop past her tight anal ring. Joyce moaned, loudly announcing the destruction of her anal virginity. She held still for a moment as her ass got used to him. Other moans were heard as asses were penetrated by fingers and a toy.
"Oh Master! You're SO big. It doesn't hurt like I thought it would, but damn, you're big!" Joyce said as she pressed down to push more of him into her own ass.
Brad was almost shaking as he fought the urge to thrust. Her beautiful ass felt wonderful as it stretched over him. It was nothing like a pussy, but still very pleasurable. "Slave, your ass is as tight as your cunt; you didn't put me in the wrong hole did you?" Brad said through gritted teeth.
Joyce, who had been having small orgasms on every thrust onto him, had another at his question. The humiliation of the whole situation, and the pleasure of his cock up her ass, was threatening to make her orgasm continuous. "No Master. I put you in my ass, as you directed me to."
She had worked him all the way in and was now trying to slowly fuck herself on his cock. He couldn't stand it anymore and put his hands on her hips. "You're a very good slave, Joyce. Just for that, I'm going to fuck your tight asshole until I cum in it." He slowly began stroke his full length into and out of her tight hole.
Joyce felt him take control of their ass-fuck and she started to cum yet again. When he praised her and stroked his full length into her, she knew she was going to really cum.
As he began the strokes, she started howling and moaning continuously. She was shaking and shuddering in a constant state of orgasm. She was spasming on his cock, and had loosened enough for him to pick up the speed. Her howling rose in volume and he realized he was pounding into her ass. She was in a major continuous orgasm and was beginning to hyperventilate. His nuts exploded and he once again pumped cum out of his dick. He didn't cum a lot, but it still felt really good. Her ass clamped down on him tightly, and she pressed back onto him to keep him in her ass. He helped by pulling her back to his sweaty chest, and held her. He whispered in her ear, "I love you, little slave girl. I have a collar for you when we wake up."
"Yes Master. I love you too. Thank you, Master," She panted.
Brad tiredly raised his head and saw the rest of his ladies tiredly moving about and falling into bed. Vanessa pulled the covers over him and Joyce as she snuggled up behind them. "Good night, loves. Sleep well." Brad smiled because Joyce was already gently snoring.