Chapter 67

"Oh, fine, fine," I replied. Actually, I had a bit of a tension headache...

"No, silly!" Trini laughed. "I mean cocksucking! Have you ever done a big one?"

Caught short, I said, "Uh, no..."

"He's big now, right?"

"Well, yeah..."

"What about deep throat?" Trini asked. We'd fallen behind the men; Felicity stuck with us while Harriet and Harrah split the difference in distance between us and the men.

"It, uh, wasn't necessary," I admitted. I loved Gene, but...

"Oh, yeah, that's right..." Trini looked up and beamed. "I'm good at it -- and I'm a good teacher -- aren't I, Sis?"

Felicity nodded. "She is, actually. I didn't know how..."

"Well," I mused, "It can't be any too..."

"How is your gag reflex?" Trini asked. "Got one?" She proceeded to poke a finger down her throat, then pulled it out to ask, "Can you do that?"

"I, uh..." Did I need this? "I don't know. Gene usually..."

"Well, he DID, maybe, but things are different, aren't they?" Trini pointed out. "There is nothing like a good blowjob to ensure that he's all happy and lets you have what you want..." Felicity nodded wisely; she did a lot of that.

"Wow, I don't know..."

"Look, you're gonna need this thing in your corner..." Trini warned. "You need to step up to the plate with him, you know? Show him you understand your new job..." She shrugged. "It's no big thing; I'll kneel up and give a little demo -- you'll be right there, next to me. I'll show you a technique, then you practice it a while, and we move on to something else. It'll go a long way toward making sure that when you DO have to put up with another woman, she gets the back seat..."

It was all so reasonable -- but I kept seeing Trini's lips around Gene's pretty new cock... "I probably don't need the class, really..."

"Well, why don't you show me, then? You can suck him and I'll give you a few pointers and we won't go beyond that unless you need it -- how's that?" Trini smiled her winning smile.

"I'll... talk to Gene about it..."

She didn't let me, of course. Halfway through dinner, she asked me in a stage whisper, "So, did you ask him?"

"Ask me what?" Gene asked.

"If she could show me her blowjob technique!" Trini answered, full voice. "Kathy says she's got it all down pat, but I offered to give her pointers. I'm pretty good -- and a pretty good teacher -- I've got Sis and Harrah swallowing Bernie like pros!"

I looked around, embarrassed -- and it seemed like everybody was in on the joke! Harriet looked a little nonplussed, but Farris and Bernie were both acting like it was the most natural thing in the world to talk about giving blowjobs at the dinner table. Even Gene's "Is that so?" sounded rehearsed...

"Oh, yeah!" Trini was all innocence. "I don't know if anybody has said anything, but in the past, I wasn't real lucky with guys -- not like Sis. I kept finding bad guys. Well, you don't learn the interesting stuff when you're with nice guys -- they're nice and they think of you and they aren't demanding, you know? You learn ALL about sex from bad guys, because they want it, period! So I know a few tricks, you know? Stuff nice guys don't ask for and nice girls don't learn..."

"I see..." Gene muttered -- and I knew there was no avoiding it from his voice. "I think it's real nice of you to offer to help out like that. In fact, you were very helpful today, wasn't she, Kathy?"

"Oh, yes..." There was no escape...

"Well, gee, maybe Bernie can bring you around later and you can show Kathy some of that stuff -- wouldn't that be nice, Hon?" Gene asked.

I was doomed... "Yeah, that would be great..." No one noticed how lukewarm my response was...

They didn't even go home! Well, Harriet and Farris did, but Bernie and Felicity and Harrah and Trini just went back to our cabin or whatever with us... I found myself kneeling in front of Gene, fishing out his beautiful cock -- with Trini on my right and Harrah on my left and Felicity on her left, while Felicity fished Bernie's cock out of HIS pants... And Trini goes, "Isn't Bernie's cock nice? Sis, go ahead and show Kathy Bernie's cock up close..." Harrah backed up and Felicity literally stuck Bernie's cock under my nose -- and when my eyes uncrossed, Trini was pumping Gene's cock, going, "Wow! What a nice one!" And I'm horrified, but Felicity is rubbing Bernie's glans against my lips, smearing his pre-cum on them, and if I open my mouth, it's going in... I threw myself backwards and Trini went, "Oh! Hey, sorry!" and let go of Gene... but I'm licking Bernie's goo off my lips and wondering if I couldn't have gotten out of the way instead of having that happen to me...

Trini doesn't give me five seconds to recover before she goes, "Okay, cool! Let's see your action!" And I'm fucked, because I don't have anything for an eight-inch cock; earlier in the day we'd both been too anxious to fuck and I just never got around to sucking him!

I tried to bluff my way through, but it's too big and I'm not prepared and I choke and gag. Trini is all sympathy, telling me, "You really needed to bring your head down lower and open your throat... Watch this! Harrah..." And skinny little Harrah goes "Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!" and sticks her nose in Bernie's pubic hair! I kneel there watching and Trini says, "Sometimes it's the foreskin that does it. Bernie doesn't have one... Want to try it?" Harrah backed off leaving Bernie's cock all slimy from her spit and I shook my head -- but Gene said, "Oh, go ahead, Hon -- you can quit bluffing any time..." Harrah, grinning from ear to ear, waved Bernie's cock in front of my face again...

I grabbed the shaft -- more to hold it off than anything else -- and look up at Gene, who is looking back, waiting... There is no escape, so I slowly open my mouth, watching Gene watch me. I can't believe I'm doing this, and I can't believe he isn't stopping me -- but Bernie's glans slides along my tongue, leaving a trail of pre-cum and I close my lips around his shaft. I've been sullied; I should have said something, should have stopped it, but, no, I was sucking a stranger's cock with my husband looking on... "Better?" Trini asked, adding, "Duck your head a little so you have a straight shot and see how much you can take in..."

There is no reason to stop now, so I go ahead and try, taking Bernie's length in until the spongy tip hits the back of my throat, causing me to gag. I opened my mouth to retch and Trini sighed and said, "Sometimes you need outside help to get past the hard parts, you know?" Bernie slid his fingers through my hair on either side of my head and I looked up at him and he looked back and said, "Let me help you." He took control of my head and moved it and repositioned me so my neck felt hyper-extended -- and then pulled me forward, not stopping until he was lodged in my throat! Trini's face loomed and she said, "See? I knew you could do it!" Bernie let up and I thought I was going to heave -- but I didn't. Then he pulled me back onto him and released me, pulled and released, and I basically forgot about Gene...

... Until Trini said, "Hey, watch this!" and I shifted my eyes from Bernie just in time to watch Trini swallow Gene the first time! She had this corkscrew move, wiggling her throat onto him like some kind of perverted snake; I wanted to scream and cry and tear her away from my Gene -- but I had Bernie's cock in my mouth and I was sucking and slobbering and pushing it down my throat... Tears poured, but I was gagging and slobbering and everybody probably figured my eyes were just watering -- and Trini kept swallowing my Gene's cock until he groaned and his eyes rolled up and she backed off so everyone could watch him paint her tongue...

There was nothing else to do, so I punished myself by driving myself onto Bernie's erection, with his gentle assistance, for the four or five minutes it took him to cum. I watched Gene while Bernie flooded my mouth; he was looking back as if he was waiting for something. When Bernie was done shooting, I opened my mouth to display my shame, then swallowed. I'd drunk another man's cum, and Gene had emptied himself in another woman's mouth. We were ruined...

Ten minutes later, the four of them were gone; Felicity said something about abusing poor Susan by making her watch the little kids all day and they trooped right out. It was like watching me swallow Bernie's cum put an end to something; it did, but they shouldn't have noticed. I checked on Gina and Ellen, then crawled into bed with Gene and said nothing -- I just cried myself to sleep. We didn't talk about it; Gene seemed to know what was wrong, but he seemed more or less satisfied with the result.

I brought my women home in a thoughtful mood. We'd done what Trini set out to do -- and I agreed that it needed doing, for Kathy's sake -- but there were the other issues, such as Trini's hidden agenda. I could let it ride, but this seemed to be the time to do something; problem was, I didn't know what! In the period of our marriage, I don't think I had given Felicity a good shake, let alone slapping or spanking her... I might have gently popped Susan on the butt a couple of times to get her attention, but she was generally a good girl; Jerry was, well, male, and required a bit more firmness -- but I'd STILL never wailed on him for anything! Patty? Forget it. 'How far do I need to go?' I asked the AI.

<There can be considerable latitude in your response,> the AI replied, <but Trinity is under the impression that she is getting away with something and you may want to set an example that will cause her to have second thoughts, rather than merely closing off the current issues.>

'Recommendations?'

<Humiliation. Embarrassment. Physical pain. Remove her belief that she as any leverage on you and then punish her temerity in making the attempt. A public spanking, perhaps followed by use for your pleasure without regard to hers.>

'That's a tall order!' I exclaimed mentally.

<It is, to use the cliché, for her own good.>

The AI considered this to be necessary -- did I? Yes. If I didn't do it, Trinity would continue to cause trouble -- and might influence young Harrah and even Susan or Felicity. There was going to be considerable amazement among that group...

Upon our entry into our rooms, I turned to Felicity, "Go check on Susan and the kids." Felicity, somewhat surprised that I should bother to tell her how to raise our children at this late date, nodded and moved off. I held Harrah in place with an upraised hand and turned to Trinity, "So, are you satisfied with your efforts?"

Trinity looked mildly surprised. "Well, yes. Kathy won't like what is going on, but in the long run, she's better off..."

"And what about your secondary goal?" I pressed. "Did you enjoy Gene's cum? Did you enjoy getting it?"

I'd never seen anyone's facial expression reflect 'Uh oh...' as clearly as Trinity's did in that moment. Flicking a glance at Harrah, she said, "It was okay..."

"Trinity is concerned that I might flag on her or something, so she was warming up another pitcher in the bullpen, Harrah," I explained. "She figured I wouldn't complain, ultimately, if she occasionally got a ride from my friend Gene. She might be right, but her methods in going about it have to be answered for."

Trinity, clearly in 'Oh, shit!' mode, said quietly, "I'm sorry, Bernie..."

Harrah frowned. "You mean we did that to Kathy so Trini could fuck Gene?"

"That was one reason," I agreed, nodding. "It wasn't the ONLY reason -- Kathy's behavior, which would have been fine on Earth, is self-destructive here. That's why Gene and I allowed Trini to carry on with the farce. But the other goal was always in her sights, wasn't it?"

"Yes," Trini admitted meekly. Then she got brave -- or stupid. "We all have our hidden agendas..."

"It is difficult to blackmail someone over public information," I retorted. "Felicity! Susan!"

Trinity looked stricken; she watched her sister and her niece enter the room with big eyes. I turned directly to Susan. "Your Aunt Trini is playing games; she thinks she knows something she can hold over me that will give her some control over me. She's been riding roughshod over the bunch of us, thinking she has control of the situation. I'm about to prove her wrong." I gathered myself. "A few days ago, your Aunt Trini basically offered to help me seduce you so that we could have sex. It wasn't anything verbal; she just discovered that I was interested during the little blowjob lesson she gave you and let me know that she knew. Now I'm telling you, so YOU know, that I'm interested..."

"Trini!" Felicity erupted. "Bernie..."

"We've discussed this, but it wasn't real until Susan started working on me," I told her. "You have to decide whether you're upset about it now that it is real to you."

Felicity thought about it. "That would be kind of dumb, wouldn't it?" she mused.

"Nothing will ever come of it," I told her, "unless Susan wants it to. When she's a sponsor..." I left that and added, "There would never have been any coercion, in any case."

"What if she doesn't make it?" Felicity asked.

"The ground rules we discussed still apply," I replied. "She can go elsewhere -- or she can volunteer -- but I won't be in the business of taking anything."

"No change, then," Felicity nodded to herself. "It's just out in the open."

"You can have my cherry, Daddy," Susan declared, "either way. You don't need any help to get it." She stuck her tongue out at Trinity.

"Similarly, your Aunt Trini decided that I was being unreasonable about bringing other men into the family. The thing we did for Aunt Kathy tonight -- which I'll let your mother explain, if she hasn't already, had as a hidden agenda an opportunity for Aunt Trini to seduce Uncle Gene and set up a situation where she could get sex from a second guy if she wanted. What she didn't know was that we figured it out... She admitted it, too -- didn't she, Harrah?" Harrah nodded tightly, and Trini got glares from the other two females. I sighed. "The AI says that Aunt Trini doesn't mean anything by these kinds of things -- they're just a fault in her makeup. I have two options; I can send Aunt Trini away, or I can take what you might consider extraordinary measures..."

"So you've done it AGAIN!" Felicity flared. "Poisoned the well! This is MY man you're screwing with, this time! I don't know why I..."

"She's your sister, Honey," I put an end to the harangue. "She hasn't broken anything yet, because I won't let her. But she has to be punished..."

"Absolutely!" Felicity agreed.

I settled myself in a chair -- an armless one. "Trinity..." I beckoned with a finger. "The rest of you are not required to witness this -- you can leave at any time if it bothers you. Across my lap, please..."

Even as she settled over my thighs, Trinity mumbled, "You're kidding, right?" That irritated me, so I gave her a good whack across the right ass cheek. "OW!" Trinity turned big eyes on me. She might as well have had a neon sign over her head that said, 'I thought you were a nice guy!' It didn't seem to be wise to respond, so I whacked her again, making my palm sting. "EEK!"

<She will rapidly escalate to telling you that she has learned her lesson and begging you to stop,> the AI advised. <You should continue well beyond that. It is merely an attempt at escape.> I nodded and delivered swats three and four in a measured cadence, to the tune of her "OW! OOOHHH! PLEASE..."

I closed my ears; looking up didn't help, though -- Harrah, in particular, flinched at every blow. Trini began to wail fairly quickly; I stopped and nodded Harrah out of the room, and Susan followed. Felicity, oddly, watched avidly. I resumed, and Trini, who had been hoping her ordeal was over, bawled with renewed energy.

I got into a rhythm; my hand went numb fairly early, so pain wasn't a problem for me. I watched her ass cheeks throw compression waves from the impact points, rippling outward. I lost count at around forty strokes and concentrated on watching the color shift through the spectrum of pinks toward cherry red. Trini bawled gustily. When they hit the color I felt represented sufficient punishment, I let up. Felicity was still standing there, devouring the scene with her eyes. "I'm finished with this," I announced, "but I'm not finished. You may want to leave."

"No." Felicity visibly re-thought her response. "If you don't mind, I'll stay." I found THAT interesting...

"I intend to be somewhat brutal," I warned, "if I can."

Felicity licked her lips. "Okay." This was a side of my mate that I'd never seen...

I subvocalized a request to the AI, got a confirmation, and asked Felicity, "There will be a bottle in the replicator -- would you get it for me, please?" She was off like a shot... and grinning when she came back. The bottle was lube...

Trinity had subsided to sniffling and the occasional hiccup while I rubbed her burning ass. "Get up," I directed. "Bend over and brace on the chair back. Spread your legs." I got out of the coverall and took the bottle from Felicity -- but seeing what I was up to, she took it back and poured some on her hand and slathered it on my erection. I took the bottle and dribbled a bit at the top of Trini's ass crack, then proceeded -- without any further preparation -- to press my glans against her anus.

Trini gazed at me over her shoulder, bug-eyed; then her expression shifted to agonized as I made headway. Felicity, again holding the bottle, dribbled more lube on the junction between Trini's unprepared sphincter and my cock as I slowly forced it in. There was enough lube that Trini's bud wasn't sandpapering the skin off my cock, but not enough to make it easy. Trini gritted, "Oh... Holy Jeezus... God!" as my glans popped through. I kept going, wringing an extended, "Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhnnnngggghhhhh!!!" from her as I sank deeper and deeper into her ass. Felicity stood there, measuring the millimeters, I swear... I bottomed out and began sawing in and out; Felicity and I worked out hand signals for lube application without really working at it; she just watched me and when the going got tough, the bottle tipped. It was important to keep up the friction, though, so I didn't ask for it if I didn't have to. Trini grunted with every impact as I pistoned into her ass, "Uh! Uh! Oh! Ugh! Uhnh! Uh! Ugh! Agh!" I took no prisoners; the idea was for me to get off and for Trini to hurt for it. At the outset, I didn't think I was up to it, but after the spanking I was hard -- and it didn't subside. I went at things hard and fast; at one point, Trini loosened up and Felicity, noticing that I wasn't as into things, made this little hand movement. I got the idea and popped Trini on the ass and she shrieked -- and tightened right up -- so I did that any time things got too easy. I took to using her anal ring to rub the flange of my glans, which had to be aggravating for it; Trini continued to grunt and groan and whine, but... Felicity noticed, too and stepped back, then whispered, "I think she's getting into the pain..."

THAT was a surprise... I wasn't certain what to do about THAT! I was starting to get that extra tickle that presaged an orgasm; Felicity stepped in close and said, "Can I try something?" I waved permission and she squatted next to Trini and reached up...

I didn't see what she did, but Trini howled "OH JEEZUS! FUUUUCK!" And her asshole clutched me and her pussy did something that made my balls wet and it was plenty to set me off, since I was already almost there! I grunted and lodged my glans just inside her clutching sphincter and hosed her colon with a big load -- long pulses! Ass fucking hadn't really been something Felicity and I did, but I was learning to be a fan... I staggered back, pulling my cock out of Trini's ass and it was smelly and had this puddle of mixed brown and white frosting on the top. Felicity looked at me and nodded her chin at Trini and I got it and directed Trini, "Turn around and open your mouth..."

Trini knew what was coming; undoubtedly, one or more of her long list of abusive boyfriends had demanded THIS... She sucked in the mess and cleaned me off, gagging some. I settled into a chair to keep from falling down. And then gathered my wits for the post-punishment admonitions... "Okay, Trinity, clearly I'm not going to put up with any shit from you. I know you were testing me, trying to see if I would step up to the plate. Do you have your answer?"

Trini was all sincerity. "Oh, yes, Baby! I'm SOOO sorry! I'll be so good -- you'll see! I promise!"

"You'd better call me 'Master,' I guess -- you haven't earned the right to call me 'Baby' or 'Sweetie.' I don't know WHAT I'm going to call YOU!" I rasped. "Pain in the Ass, maybe."

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Trini rubbed her face all over my cock.

"Until next time, I bet," I grunted.

<Correct,> the AI transmitted. <She is sincere, but without reinforcement, she will resume old bad habits.>

'How often?' I asked.

<It will be easiest for you if you are vigilant and stamp out any small infraction on her part -- it will keep her meek. Any time you allow her to get away with something, the situation will escalate.>

'I see.' Well, maybe it would be worth it... Nudging Trini with my foot, I said, "Go on, get out of my sight. I'm irritated with you." Trini scrambled out of the room. I gazed up at Felicity, then waved her into my lap. "Tell me."

Felicity looked off into the depths of space and said quietly, "I was always the good girl. Trini did all kinds of stupid stuff at home -- drugs, booze, bad boys, just stupidity or craziness. Daddy used to beat her ass -- and make me watch. Sometimes, I even got to say things -- tell her what a fuckup she was while Daddy spanked her." She was quiet for a bit. "I bet Daddy wanted to do what you did, after; he would get up with a hardon like you did..."

"That wasn't easy for me," I pointed out.

"It will get easier..." It was a chorus, the members of which didn't necessarily hear one another; the AI mirrored Felicity's sentiments exactly.

"How did you know what to do?" I asked. "The spanking her butt to tighten her up and such? What did you do to set her off?"

"Trini called me all the time and told me in great detail the horrors her latest loser would put her through," Felicity sighed. "I actually did some vicarious living hearing about it. She has a masochistic streak -- she's talked about it and how she gets off sometimes that way -- so I knew that she'd flipped and was enjoying the pain. I got down and tried my damnedest to crush her nipples..."

"So what do YOU want?" I asked quietly.

"I just want to help..."

After a bit, we went to bed and made a somewhat more gentle version of love -- not a LOT more gentle, because Felicity was insatiable. She kept waking me up and whispering, "Again..." This whole thing was going to be tough -- but I could see the benefits.

After dinner, I took Harriet home, being careful not to be overly familiar. Eventually, after showers and other cleanup, she cuddled diffidently against me in my bed. "Can you tell me what happened?" I asked.

"It was silly of me, I guess," she whispered. "You surprised me with the approach -- and kept on surprising me. I wasn't prepared and I'm not used to familiarity. I know that I do it to other people, but I really hadn't experienced having my personal space invaded that persistently. It was too much, too soon -- so I freaked."

I nodded; the explanation was in line with my expectations. "I apologize. I have a great deal of... affection... bottled up inside me. I just allowed the cork to pop off and expected you to handle it."

Harriet nodded, musing. "You were so different -- and it was so sudden. This was in there all this time?"

I nodded, somewhat overcome. I guess it is a part of the amalgam that makes me what I am -- the driver for my constant attempts to obtain attention and recognition. I've always wanted a target, someone for whom I could open myself... One learns not to allow one's vulnerability to show, as it opens one to attack, so I hide it beneath my brusque exterior and my pushy demands for attention. All my life, I've wanted someone to share myself with -- someone to, well, love...

I didn't realize I was crying until a tear dripped on Harriet's neck, causing her to jump. I know that makes me seem to be a big baby, but I'd come so close... Harriet came up on her elbows, took one look and exclaimed, "Oh, my God..." -- and in the next moment she pulled me atop her, wrapping her legs around mine and her arms around my back, caressing, while I buried my face in her neck and cried like a small child. I don't know how long I blubbered while she murmured in my ear and kissed my neck and caressed me -- but I needed it badly, so it took however long it took. Finally, I got some control and lurched up and mumbled, "Sorry!"

"I'm not," Harriet replied. "Now I know why I'm here." She pulled me back down and started kissing my neck again.

My self-pity expiated, pleasure moved to the fore and I began to return her efforts. She began making soft sighs and her nipples popped up and began poking my chest as I explored her with my hands and lips. I moved to capture one in my lips and Harriet moaned softly and undulated beneath me, rubbing her mons against the underside of my erection, which started a cycle of what some people might refer to as 'dry humping' -- but it was ANYTHING but DRY! We shot right up the scale to manic arousal; I shifted myself just a bit and surprised us both when the move resulted in my sheathing myself in Harriet's warm, wet depths!

Oddly, we didn't go wild; once I was inside her, we actually slowed some. It was as if we had succeeded with the difficult part of things and could now proceed with reaping the rewards. I set up a measured stroke that maximized our pleasure while fondling and squeezing her breasts; she returned my attentions by rising to meet the stroke but not driving for anything additional that wasn't required while rubbing my flanks and holding my eyes with hers.

I'd never had sex like that -- prostitutes have other goals and priorities, the main one of which is the parting of you and the maximum amount of your funds in the minimum amount of time. We weren't going anywhere; Harriet didn't have another date in fifteen minutes and I didn't even have a wallet, let alone money... We just pleasured one another until I was unable to contain myself and exploded into her depths. Then we kissed and fondled and caressed -- still connected -- until, alas, I fell asleep...

"Farris?" I grumbled at the intrusion; I was having the most wonderful dream of being buried to the hilt in a loving woman. "Farris, Darling, I have to pee..."

THAT opened my eyes... and there were Harriet's before me. "Oh, sorry..." I scrambled up and something went 'Slurp!' -- my still-erect penis sliding from her vagina. "My God..." I muttered.

"I'll say!" Harriet smiled. "I'll be right back..." She levered herself out of bed and I watched her sway across the floor, a little bowlegged. I remembered a horrible three-dimensional representation of that body, but that particular version was gone, leaving something I wanted to see -- and feel -- a lot more of...

By the time she came back, it was my turn -- I had tremendous difficulty getting my erection down to something close to the horizontal and the plumbing switched over so I could urinate. Youth had returned to me -- but THIS time, I had someone to share all of that vigor with instead of spilling it here and there in rags and toilets and God knew what...

When I returned to bed, Harriet placed me on my back and impaled herself on my still erect pole -- and we did it again, slowly, carefully, each doing whatever seemed to be the correct things to do to maximize the pleasure of the other. I had to stabilize Harriet in the saddle momentarily on three different occasions before I fountained into her depths, spewing jets of my seed against her cervix. She collapsed atop me, her hair tickling my nose, sighing "Wonderful!" I couldn't have agreed more. This time, SHE fell asleep first, gently snoring against my chest. I drifted off myself, sublimely happy.