Chapter 32

The departure of Jack and the girls left me with two un-integrated concubines, Keisha, and the three little ones. The first thing on my mind -- and Keisha's, as it turned out -- was the promised dessert; I sent my two off to see if they could cooperate at opening ice cream containers, then we all headed upstairs to make delivery, which was rewarding in itself. When it was over, Keisha set about cleaning up the mess and I tried to figure out what I was going to do next.

The issue was uppermost in Vera and Britney's minds, too. Early on, I'd concocted vague plans for wild combinations of sex partners and antics, but it was getting late and I'd had a serious blowjob -- and Vera was one big welt...

I couldn't apologize -- even I knew that. I wasn't even sure that I could make a serious effort to ameliorate things. I considered having her take a hot soak, but decided it wasn't the thing to do.

Turning my attention to Britney, I started to think about the fact that we hadn't had sex -- and if we did, she might want to change her mind about being my concubine. But when I thought it through, it became apparent that she had already submitted and therefore our sex life wasn't enough of an issue that she had postponed her decision until we'd tested it. I didn't know, really, whether I was thrilled with the implications of that or not...

Undoubtedly, I could release her if things didn't go well -- but that implied that there was an urgent requirement to conduct testing, so that if there WAS an issue, she could go back into the pool Saturday morning at the pickup...

The whole 'Lord and Master' role hadn't settled in with me yet, despite appearances. It was easy to be demanding and directive and capricious when I was angry -- but when that bled away, as it had during Vera's punishment session, my pluck seemed to go with it. Despite my anger, and despite my having marked her like a zebra with a riding crop, I loved Vera; Britney was a calculated risk, emotionally, for both -- or perhaps all three -- of us. Emotions got in the way of my ability to maintain an unbending mien; I wanted to give in, to compromise. I sat in a chair, shifting my regard from one to the other as they knelt before me and pondered what I could and could not do -- and the answers were different. Britney I could maintain my reserve with; I wasn't emotionally invested in her, although there were indications that I could be. Therefore, I could be firm... I turned to Vera and felt the tug of familiar emotions...

But that was wrong, wasn't it? Clearly, the pair of them needed to be placed on as equal a footing as was possible. It was imperative that they fulfill their roles and I fulfill mine.

Roles... What was their role? What had Jack told Britney? 'You have just made your last independent decision; Oliver makes them for you now.' Britney was my property, to dispose of as I pleased -- and so was Vera! THAT appeared to be the problem; I was used to a different set of commitments with Vera, a different role -- an EQUAL role! But things were no longer equal... I didn't owe Vera the same things I owed her at the beginning of the week; I continued to be responsible for her, but we were NOT equal, and while she continued to owe me her complete loyalty -- even more than she had before, when she had some quality of independence -- I, on the other hand, operated under different rules.

I loved Vera -- but I would undoubtedly come to love Britney, too. Earlier in the week, Jack had made a comment about how the responsibility I held for Vera was similar to that I might have for a dog, in that if she did something to another, I would be held accountable in the same manner. With a pet, you trained them and you demanded their obedience -- and beloved or not, you were firm with them...

This back and forth went on for some time; after a bit, Vera said, "Master?"

"Silence! I'm thinking." I said it WITHOUT thinking -- and realized as I did that the command reflected the required mindset. I had to distance myself from them enough to be firm; I could display my fondness and regard, but they had to know that it did not give them license to misbehave. I nodded to myself; yes, this made sense...

"Bedtime." I snapped my fingers and pointed at the staircase. "Be nude when I get there." They both rose -- Vera a bit slower and more ponderously, due to age and weight -- and headed off. I waited until they hit the bottom of the staircase to rise from my chair. The plan for after my arrival continued to be nebulous -- but it would be MY plan...

When I got there, Britney was nude -- but Vera was wrestling with her chemise and groaning. "Help her," I directed Britney. Britney stepped forward and lifted the filmy garment over Vera's head so she could work free. As she did, my approach became clear... "That's perfect," I announced. "The two of you vary widely, physically, mentally, and emotionally. Each of you has different strengths -- and different weaknesses. I want each of you to capitalize on your strengths in order to assist the other with her weaknesses -- for you are NOT in competition! You are a team; I want you to rely upon one another and trust one another and be there for one another. Pursuant to that, you need to become familiar with one another -- and we'll begin that process immediately. Vera, can you lay comfortably on your back, or would you be more comfortable on your hands and knees? I'm asking due to the obvious consequences of your punishment..."

Vera cocked her head, obviously unclear as to my intent. "I'll have to lie down eventually, Master..."

"Very well, you have the bottom. Britney, you have the top. I want you VERY familiar with each other, so you'll engage in a little exercise that will go some distance toward that familiarity. I want you to taste one another," I announced.

Both of them eyed me in incomprehension. "Am I not being clear?" I asked. "I want you to engage in soixante-neuf. Vera, you've done this recently..." Beginning to become irritated, I turned to Britney, "Go downstairs and get the riding crop."

"Yes, Master." Britney turned and left the room.

"Hurry!" I added, "I haven't decided yet which of you will be first!" Vera's eyes got big and she crab-walked rapidly back onto the bed and propped herself up on her elbows, watching me fearfully. Clearly, her recent run-in with the riding crop had left an impression...

Britney's bare feet thumped up the stairs at a rate that indicated that she knew she was under the gun, too. She re-entered the room and handed me the whip. "I will try again," I announced. "I want the pair of you to engage in mutual cunnilingus. While I prefer not to use vulgar terms, I will, just to ensure that you understand. I want to see tongues in twats in five seconds. Understand?"

"Uuhh...." Britney stood rooted.

"Britney!" Vera waved urgently. "Get up here!" Britney crawled onto the bed atop her. "Not, not that way!" Vera pushed and manhandled Britney into the proper orientation, then pulled her genitals down into position so that she could begin. Britney eyed me, dumbfounded, eyes huge as Vera's tongue set to work.

"You, too!" I slapped my palm with the whip. Britney looked down at her target and I watched her derriere twitch as Vera's efforts took effect, but she didn't seem capable of lowering her head into position. Frowning, I said, "Vera, move your hands for a moment," and went around to pop Britney's pert hind end with the crop. She raised her head and looked at me dazedly.

I confess to being somewhat perturbed -- not necessarily with Britney, but with myself. Ninety seconds after it seemed that the path ahead was clear, I was in murky water. I could not backtrack on this -- that I knew. Therefore... Circling to Britney's front, I said, "Stick out your tongue." She did so. I pressed down on the back of her head -- and she repositioned herself with only minor resistance as I pushed her face into Vera's vulva. "Lick. Suck. Make her enjoy it." I watched her tongue begin to slowly move, then she shifted position to get a better angle of attack. After a few moments, her lips settled over Vera's clitoral hood and Vera groaned and I knew they were getting somewhere. "I want to see an orgasm apiece, minimum," I directed. In short order, Vera's hips began to roll; Britney was taking things seriously. I stepped around to get the full effect and realized that Britney was virtually dancing on Vera's tongue; Vera was hanging from Britney, her hands pressing down in the saddle of her back holding her in position as Britney's hips rocked and swayed. Britney began to squeal and her hips began to shake; I needn't worry about her sexual response, apparently.

Her orgasm complete, Britney went to work on Vera with a will, making wet sounds as she sucked and licked to bring Vera to parity. At first, she appeared to be having little effect, but then Vera released her grasp on Britney's hips and fell back, moaning, the expression on her face thoroughly familiar to me from my many adventures in her vulva. In moments, she was surging and thrashing her way through her own completion.

Next steps seemed obvious, suddenly; I hurriedly undressed. Fortunately, Vera had draped herself crosswise in our bed and that gave me a proper method of access. I crawled onto the bed right over Vera's startled face and positioned my glans against the opening in Britney's puffy split -- and pressed it into the second vagina I'd ever experienced...

Britney's head came up and she wailed, "Oh, God! Yes!" and I finished seating myself in her depths, distantly wondering if that was Vera's face I was dragging my testicles over. I was all but certain, though, that this was the right thing to do, so I set up a stroke and grunted, "Keep licking!" Britney dropped her head and I held her hips and cycled my piston in her depths, not slamming too hard in order to allow her to continue working on Vera without being jounced all over.

Vera's immediate response was heartening; she began laving my scrotum with her tongue! Since I was doing most of the moving, it wasn't as directed as it could have been, but it was pleasant -- which was just as well, since I was enjoying the grip of Britney's vaginal passage quite a bit and really preferred to avoid rapid onset of my ejaculation. It appeared that Britney was having no problem enjoying herself, and I really wanted to see her orgasm once before I lost control of things!

As I said, Britney was only the second woman I'd ever had vaginal sex with. For that matter, embarrassing as it might be to admit it, Beth was only the second woman I'd ever had oral sex with! I'd had Vera -- and ONLY Vera -- since we'd met -- and before Vera, I was a stripling nerd without feminine companionship of any description. Given Vera's reluctance to have me see her sexuality in full flower, as it were, I had little to compare Britney's enthusiastic response with -- perhaps only Vera's reaction to our experimental activity on Wednesday evening when I took her as a concubine for the very first time and her evening of wildness at that bar. Aside from the first time -- first times are always memorable, are they not? -- the past two evenings had been the premiere sexual experiences of my life -- and little Britney was threatening to eclipse them!

My control was slipping; I could stop -- no, I could think about stopping, but I couldn't stop, as it turned out! I just couldn't -- not only for myself, but for the effect upon Britney, who was clearly rising to orgasm! The urge was upon me and I attacked her womanhood with greater and greater force -- and her head came up and I saw her eyes, sightless in the mirror over Vera's dresser as she keened wordlessly, a rising note that clearly would be an audible representation of her peak -- and a wildness came over me, an animal imperative to impregnate her at the moment of her release!

It was easy, as it turned out. Vera forgotten totally, Britney threw herself back at me with a force that echoed my own drive and she screamed, "AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" Her vagina clutched my manhood and it took one cycle to charge, then erupted in her as her walls clamped down upon it the second time! It HURT, it was so intense! It felt like I was firing a marble into her instead of the essence of life, so forceful was my ejaculation! But it brought with it all the pleasure and sense of accomplishment I could ask for! I held her against me while I pulsed out several less intense surges, then relaxed and settled back on my haunches.

Vera was crying, of course. "I've never been that good for you!" she wailed.

"You will," I argued. "You approached it Wednesday evening. Now that we understand each other..." I left it at that.

Britney rocked forward and rolled to her left onto her back before looking up at me. I didn't say anything; the question was out there without it. I am, after all, a good fifteen years older... Britney smiled, a look of satiety suffusing her features. "It was... perfect. Everything I could hope for and more than I expected. I wish I wasn't on the pill; I would lie here on my back with a pillow under me and try to get a jump on my first pregnancy!"

"I'm told I'll get better," I murmured.

"You're better than some younger men I could embarrass now!" Britney smiled.

"Perhaps." I was certain she was exaggerating. Nonetheless, she appeared to be well pleased. Unfortunately, that left Vera, whose unhappiness was manifest... I waved to Britney that she should assist and told Vera, "Come, let's get positioned the right way in the bed..."

"I'm so sorry, so sorry..." Vera blubbered. "It's over, I know -- why would you keep me when you can have four like Britney?" But she moved to her normal position in bed. I took the center and Britney took the other side.

"I can think of reasons," I replied when we were settled. "Britney, how many children have you carried?"

"Why, none!"

"Given that Vera has carried four through to adulthood, do you imagine her assistance might be valuable?" I asked.

"Incredibly, I should think!" Britney replied.

"You're just trying to make me feel better..." Vera accused, sniffling.

I pulled them both against me. "Nonsense. You have excellent credentials -- fifty percent of your offspring are sponsors!"

"That's because of you!" Vera accused.

"Not entirely," I argued. "You could have ruined them."

"I DID ruin Judith!"

"I doubt it. Perhaps she suffered further limitations than she might have, but I doubt that she had the capacity to start with," I insisted.

"You're being generous," Vera accused.

"Accept it, then," I retorted. "Stop blubbering and wailing and gnashing your teeth! You have your skills -- I can't imagine parting with you until you've taught my other three concubines how to give decent fellatio, at a bare minimum!"

THAT finally drew a smile. "Master, I'll sleep with your cock down my throat if it will make you happy!"

I chuckled. "We can talk about it. In the meantime, did Britney pleasure you properly?"

"I..." Vera flicked a glance at Britney, "Once. Well, she's learning, Master."

I turned to Britney. "You froze, by the way."

"Yes." Britney nodded. "I'd never..."

"Tell, me -- what are you going to do if I deploy on a cruise?" I asked.

"Oh..." She looked embarrassed.

"I'm surprised -- you had the data..." We had in-depth information on colonial practices, concubine roles and duties, and so on.

"I... chose to ignore that piece," Britney muttered, embarrassed.

"Not exactly the scientific method," I chided.

"No..." She shook her head. "I... just couldn't..."

"And now?"

"It's... not as bad as I expected."

"I did it regularly," I told her. "You can imagine my expectations, that being the case."

"Yes." Britney nodded into my shoulder. "It's no longer a problem."

"Then I think you should give her a second, don't you?" I pressed.

"It's all right..." Vera muttered.

"It is if I say it is. The purpose of the exercise has not yet been fulfilled," I insisted.

Britney was already moving. "Just spread yourself..." She went to the foot of the bed. Vera looked at me and spread her thick thighs and Britney crawled between them. I didn't have to guess when she made contact; Vera's soft grunt and the way her eyes drifted slowly shut gave her away. I sat up against the headboard and watched and entertained myself with Vera's nipples while she undulated and moaned and gasped. Britney didn't hold back; Vera got a good one -- and I found myself somehow erect for the third time in a single evening!

Vera found it -- and the new Vera had no compunction about sucking in the tip. But that wasn't going to do it for me -- and it wasn't going to do it for Vera, either. "Britney, you're relieved!" I announced, lurching up and moving to take her position. As I knelt between Vera's legs, I told Britney, "I'd like to see you participate..."

Vera grabbed her wrist. "Let me lick you!"

Britney looked dubious. "I'm gooey..."

"It's Ollie's cum..." Vera tugged her arm.

I let them organize themselves while I pumped my erection in and out of Vera. I didn't look for her pleasure; she could find it or not. That might sound rude, but I knew that I would be there for some time -- and if she didn't manage to orgasm, it wouldn't be my fault! Britney settled in a squat over Vera's face -- and actually took charge of Vera's knees, which I had been carrying on my upper arms. This left my hands free to play with Britney's modest, conical breasts and put us in a position where with a little effort, I could even kiss my new concubine. It all worked, after a fashion...

In the first place, Vera demonstrated considerably more sexual response than I was used to from her; in fact, she was the first of the three of us to reach orgasm! Historically, Vera had been capable of orgasm from my oral attentions, but orgasm from vaginal sex was a sometime thing -- and generally faked, in my opinion. We never discussed it; I just took it as evidence that I was a poor performer, and worked to do better. I had no idea how many times I succeeded, but the number was undoubtedly low. On this night, however, Vera developed a distinct hip roll with an associated snap fairly quickly, and accompanied it with moans into Britney's crotch. This wasn't something I was going to fail to notice; Vera's usual posture was describable as 'tense, but immobile.' She was anything but as I stroked into her on this night; her hips moved easily and she adapted herself to me any time I changed position and after what I considered to be a historically short interval, her hands clutched Britney's hips and her tunnel tightened dramatically around my erection and she emitted what can only be described as a scream muffled by Britney's pudenda.

Soon after that, I'm uncertain exactly what she did, but suddenly Britney's eyes rolled up and she began to undulate and I found myself supporting her momentarily. She dropped forward, moaning and panting, her head in my shoulder; after a bit, she recovered some, but contented herself with kissing and nuzzling my neck, providing some delightful sensations.

This success didn't hurt my self-image any; with renewed confidence, I soldiered on, continuing to batter Vera's depths. After a bit, Britney backed off Vera, gasping, "I can't take any more!" She crawled off to the side, but came back to pet and caress both of us. Vera welcomed this, while I found it a distraction; very quickly, Britney began to concentrate on Vera. Vera surprised her by pulling her head in for a kiss; I realized dimly that Britney had started out VERY heterosexually oriented, but was loosening up. The irony that her instructor in the Sapphic arts was my supposedly hung-up one-time spouse was not lost on me.

Vera's urgency ramped up and I came to the realization that orgasm was attainable, so I increased my rate and intensity. Vera broke away from Britney's lips and erupted, "Yes! Yes! Pound me! Fuck me!" -- and the look on her face flipped a switch in me and I was suddenly there -- on the cusp -- fighting NOT to flood her, but to extend the moment of supreme pleasure... Those of you who are male know that never works; what it really represents is the moment of final preparation before a massive ejaculation -- something I delivered, after three seconds that seemed at the moment timeless. I'm told I emitted some kind of strained roar; I could hear nothing, but I watched Vera's eyes pop, then she surged and arched herself as if she were being electrocuted while I jetted a blast of semen into her that I shouldn't have had after what I did in Britney!

The lights dimmed, becoming a background for the wash of stars that appeared before my eyes! I was rigid, but unable to move, with the exception to my semen delivery system, which pumped rhythmically several times before backing off. Vera's vagina clutched me in a manner that led me to believe that I'd experienced even fewer of her orgasms than originally supposed -- but it wasn't something I was prepared to think about in that moment. The immediate flush of success increased the intensity of my pleasure, and I hung on until the wave -- and the series of lesser ripples that followed -- passed...

After that, I collapsed; I make no apologies for it -- I was done. My weakened arms lowered my torso at a rate just less than a crash onto Vera's sweaty torso and I blacked out...

What awakened me was the jerks of Vera's sobs; she was crying gustily.

"What's the matter?" I groaned. "That was incredible -- wasn't it?"

"O god, yes!" Vera sniffled. "But it should have happened twenty-five years ago!"

I was too exhausted for this. "It happened," I gusted. "We can discuss the timeline later, if we must. Right now, I wish to sleep! Find some reason to be pleased with events and stop bawling!" I stuck my face in her neck; crawling off her never occurred to me.

"Your wish is my command, Master!" Vera gurgled.

"Damn right!" was all I managed before the lights went out again...

Oliver went limp atop me a second time -- and his dead weight was the most welcome thing in the world to me! What a night! Later, when he assessed it and realized the extent of my longtime pretense at total frigidity, he might become angered again; fine, I would accept another beating -- several in fact -- if it cleared the way between us! Britney crawled up, eyes shining, and took my hand. "That was amazing!" She looked at Oliver with glowing eyes. I smiled, but said nothing -- I would not disturb him again. I pulled her hand and she lay down, pressing herself against us, putting her head on my shoulder (the one Oliver left open) and allowing me to wrap an arm around her. Oliver's tactic had worked; we were sisters, age, appearance, and experience notwithstanding. I closed my eyes and tried to put things to rest, hoping that it would all work out.

When he brought us both upstairs and I realized his intent, I fully expected to be humiliated and degraded and generally put in my place -- one considerably below Britney's station. I was as slow to understand what he was up to as Britney, initially; I more or less expected that I would have to watch while Oliver discovered what sex with a normal woman was like, then get taken downstairs and beaten severely again and God knew what when he became angry over the depths of my duplicity! That he might have me suck Britney's pussy -- at least, BEFORE he filled it with cum -- never occurred to me. Afterward, when it would serve to put me in my place, maybe...

But if I was surprised, Britney was shocked! Apparently, the thought of girl-girl fun had never occurred to her! Well, it hadn't occurred to me, either, until very recently. But this put me a bit ahead of the game; I did the best I could to be cooperative...

The bad news? Britney was very responsive, sexually. This was going to make me look REALLY bad by comparison; it was reasonable to assume that Oliver might never fuck me again, once he'd experienced Britney! When Oliver crawled up and pressed his cock into Britney literally before my eyes, my worst fears were realized. This was the embarrassment and humiliation I'd been expecting -- with the added agony of watching Britney deliver a world-class fuck layered atop it!

Well, it was all my fault; I had no one else to blame. Cooperation seemed to be my best defense, so I started licking Oliver's balls. I'd done worse -- and I would again, if it kept me SOMEWHERE on the totem pole!

Britney went off like a bomb, and I watched Oliver's balls draw all the way up into his scrotum as he let go in her -- and I knew I was gone! I'd never done this for him; in fact, I'd just laid there, tense, fighting the pleasure any time his cock had been in me, working. Even then he'd managed, on a few memorable occasions, to defeat my reserve and my willpower and bring me to orgasm -- which was a testament to his skills as a lover, which were considerable. Britney wasn't playing frigid -- she was wide open -- and I knew that there was no comparison with my frozen performances of the past. I burst into tears, agonized over the cost of my stupidity!

Oliver seemed inclined to shrug the whole thing off, which made no sense. Britney, of course, glowed and praised him and declared her readiness to have his children starting right then... I was fucked, and I let Oliver know that I knew it.

Oliver disagreed, which was sweet of him, claiming that if nothing else, I was a good mother with a proven track record -- a resource for Britney. We went back and forth over my talents as a mother until Oliver became impatient with my feeling sorry for myself. Then he hit me with something I couldn't argue -- my proven ability to deep throat him. It stung a little, but I would sleep with his cock in my mouth if it would keep me in his good graces -- and I said so. I would take whatever opportunity that presented itself to show him the real Vera -- Slut Vera -- in the hopes that he would use me, at least, rather than disposing of me in whatever ugly manner Jack's hints indicated were out there. I'd already realized that I couldn't leave him, even if it meant going to that death...

Then he surprised me by rounding on Britney for her momentary lapse; it wasn't like him to be less than satisfied with something that had gone as well as the fuck he and Britney had enjoyed. I really expected him to be forgiving and mellow and wave it off. Instead, he took her to task -- even to the extent of chiding her over her lack of scientific objectivity! Then he set her BACK on me... and told me to shut up when I tried to let her off the hook! This was a different Ollie, all right...

If there was a good reason not to relax and cooperate with Britney, I couldn't think of it -- so I let go and enjoyed the tongue ride! She worked hard at it, once she realized that it was a good skill to have and not hard to deal with, and it was easy for me to float on the cloud of sensations she delivered -- especially when Oliver's knowing fingers started toying with my stiffly erect nipples! I got off big, accompanying the whole thing with a wet wash of my fluids for poor Britney to suck up...

I opened my eyes after and Ollie had another hard-on! At least my participation in girl-girl shows excited him... Aware that it could only help my case, I was quick to pull him into my mouth...

But Ollie didn't want that -- he wanted to fuck! He wanted to fuck ME! There was NO WAY I was going to pass THIS up; I just hoped that he didn't go limp in the pussy of his old fat slut of an ex-wife... I was going to give him the very best of me, if I could -- and if he got mad and beat me later when he realized what the difference in my responses meant, that was fine, as long as he came back for more...

Ollie said to Britney, "I'd like to see you participate..."

It was another opportunity for me to excel at being a slut -- and besides, I owed her! So I grabbed her wrist, "Let me lick you!"

Britney looked dubious. "I'm gooey..."

"It's Ollie's cum..." I tugged her arm. She capitulated and gingerly settled herself over me and then took my legs from Ollie's control -- and I went to work. I had to balance things, because I wanted to make sure that Ollie and I both got where we were going -- but I suspected that we had time, given the load Ollie blew in Britney! If I hadn't SEEN it, I was TASTING it -- he'd flooded her! How much more goo was in those balls? I was again amazed that he was hard.

But he WAS hard -- NICE and hard -- and he was going for it! It was just great, now that I wasn't trying to avoid having fun with it; I let myself go and let my hips move and let myself feel his cock plunge into me... I tried to give Britney at least SOME attention, but I was coming off a couple of clitoral orgasms and Ollie was poking my pussy in ALL the right places -- including my G-spot -- and suddenly, -- BANG! -- I was there! I screamed; fortunately, Britney squatted a little bit more and covered my mouth with her slick, puffy slit...

When I stopped bucking and squealing, it was payback time; I concentrated on getting Britney going good, and when she was showing signs of getting ready to go off, I bit down gently on her clit! It turned the trick; she went nuts on my face and then collapsed. I kept licking as best I could -- Ollie had my attention again -- and in a bit, Britney's sensitive pussy could handle no more and she rolled off me -- but she came back and started playing with my nipples and caress both of us. Ollie got this look on his face that said he needed to focus his attention; neither of us wanted him to be unable to cum, so Britney shifted to me -- and I was so aroused that I pulled her in for a kiss!

I was deep into it at that point; Slut Vera was totally out of the closet and wiggling her fat pussy all over the place! I was past thought, past games -- it was time to fuck! I wallowed in the pleasure Ollie's pounding cock gave me while sucking poor Britney's tongue and groping her little conical titties -- and she returned the favor by mauling my big, floppy jugs. Another cum was out there, on the horizon, and I started working my way toward it -- and Ollie, sensing something, sped up and started really rocking and rolling! I had to say something; what poured out was pure Slut Vera: "Yes! Yes! Pound me! Fuck me!" I wanted it BAD -- and apparently it was right there on my face, because Ollie went totally nuts! He got this feral look on his face and he let out this totally animal sound -- something I'd never heard in all of our years together -- and I was suddenly along for the ride! I FELT his cum hit me on the cervix, like a shot from a fire hose! My whole pussy clenched; I arched myself in climax, exploding from the feel of the hot blasts of a load of cum that Ollie shouldn't have had in him! My body clenched and thrashed, doing whatever was necessary to support my pussy, which was milking Ollie's shaft; I can't even BEGIN to describe the pleasure...

Then he toppled forward; I worried for a moment that he'd had a heart attack, but he breathed softly in my ear and I could feel his heart pounding, coming down from the demands of his efforts, but doing it in strong beats.

I was elated -- so happy, I began to cry! If he spurned me tomorrow -- and he had every right -- I had this, the wedding night we SHOULD have had... I sobbed so hard it awakened him.

"What's the matter?" he groaned. "That was incredible -- wasn't it?"

"O god, yes!" I sniffled. "But it should have happened twenty-five years ago!"

"It happened," he growled. "We can discuss the timeline later, if we must. Right now, I wish to sleep! Find some reason to be pleased with events and stop bawling!" Then he stuck his face back in my neck...

I couldn't think of anything intelligent to say, so I came out with, "Your wish is my command, Master!"

He rumbled, "Damn right!" -- something I would NEVER have expected Ollie to come out with -- and he went limp again...

So this was my new family -- wild, feral, demanding Master Ollie and little Britney, who was three times as smart as I was and maybe twice the woman. Ollie's cock slowly shrank inside of me -- a weird feeling -- and dropped away, and a glob of that impossible cum shot dribbled out of my pussy and down the crack of my ass to puddle under it. I didn't move a muscle, except to hug my family gently to me and slowly drift toward sleep...