Melissa Koenig stood naked in front of her full length mirror. She turned this way and that and considered that for a woman on the verge of her seventies she looked pretty damned good. Decades as a yoga instructor and practitioner had kept her figure trim, lean and incredibly muscled and flexible and she was just vain enough be quite satisfied with the result of her recent minor facelift. After all, as matriarch and CEO of the Gaian Commune Farm and Industries she could certainly afford it. And now that the swelling and redness were gone she was feeling quite the 'vintage dish'.
She tossed her long, silver hair and then, with a mischievous grin, fitted in her Feel-Doe â„¢ strapless dildo. Did she want to play the woman's part or the man's this day? It was a good question, but the real answer was 'Yes!' Musing over the possible events for the coming day she dressed in clothing most noticeable for its ready removability and went down for breakfast.
She cruised through the dining hall handing out generous quantities of kisses and hugs that ranged from the grandmotherly to the passionate before sitting down to a full English breakfast.
She looked around before digging in and asked, "Where's Kyle?"
Professor Konrad Koenig, her primary husband of many years, swallowed his bite of black pudding and responded, "Out doing his rounds. Now that the snow is melted he's back running instead of XC skiing for his workout and he got up before dawn, did a 10K, got cleaned up and had a quick bite before jumping on the quadrunner for a tour of the farm. You know, it's a good thing we talked the administration into okaying his development of Gaian Farm as undergraduate research or he'd probably never get his degree. He really is devoted to this place."
"Oh he would have," mused Melissa as she skewered a piece of roast hothouse tomato, "All I'd have to do is have his ladies start needling him about it and the classwork would have gotten finished. But your eloquence before the academic Senate prevailed and that's unnecessary now. And a good thing, too. With all three of them do to deliver within the next month or so they have better things to worry about."
Konrad chuckled, "Much as he hates being referred to as the farm's alpha male and being called One-Shot McAdams, both terms are absolutely apt. Freddi, Lara and Wendy wanted his children and within a week all three were pregnant. Impressive, I call it."
Melissa speared a chunk of roasted tomato. "Impressive in many ways, actually. As a sophomore he was proud, touchy and nursing a series of emotional wounds from unfortunate prior relationships. Now, three years later, he's matured greatly. He runs the farm operation, is the favored story reader to the toddlers and is quite the favorite among us ladies. And he's happy."
Konrad snorted as he swallowed the last of his bacon. "Why wouldn't he be? All the men here are kept warm, very well fed and have all the female attention we could desire. The male half of the population is really a simple sort of organism. Keep us warm, full and fucked and we're happy. Leaving the management of the business to you all is just that much better."
"Feminists have been telling men that for a long time. Getting most of you to believe it, though, has been a serious challenge!"
"Well, I'm off to campus. Lecture at ten, grad seminar at two. I'll see you this evening."
Melissa reached down and stroked the inside of Konrad's thigh. "Yes," she purred, "I'll see
all
of you this evening!"
*****
On the highest knoll of the rolling farmland, Kyle parked the electric quadrunner and walked over to a tree. Leaning against the bole, he sighed contentedly at the view. Orchards and clover pasture in bloom, lambs bouncing around, ewes grazing and the sound of chickens' cluck-putting about their business.
It was a bit worrisome how everything on the farm had turned out just as he'd planned. Life didn't usually go like that and he was sure that somewhere down the line there would be a mad scramble to fix some unforeseen catastrophe but for now life was good and he wasn't about to borrow trouble fretting. Careful research and unlimited capital thanks to Angela's Vigorilla and it would have been hard for too much to go wrong. A slow, broad smile spread itself across his face.
Then he heard the soft whirr of another electric quadrunner behind him. Turning around he saw Melissa stop, climb off and remove her helmet. She sauntered over with a grin and a wink and gave him a fond pat on the butt.
"Good morning, honey. Enjoying the view?"
Kyle wrapped an arm around the communal matriarch's shoulders and gave her a squeeze.
"I am. Spring is such a magical time on a farm, especially one that runs as well as this one. I've been very, very lucky."
"Poo!" came the reply, "You've been very, very good. And Kyle, darling, we're all so happy for you and so very, very proud of you. When you joined you were a prickly ball of potential. Now, thanks to love and support of many kinds, the potential has been realized and the prickles are almost all gone. And that's a good thing. You wouldn't be Kyle if there wasn't some small reserve of contrariness."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked up at him fondly.
"You, Mr. McAdams, are a prime example of the principal that if you want a young man to become responsible, give him responsibility. Most men's brains don't mature until they're thirty but you have managed to make the transition from boy to man about seven years early. You have the body of a healthy boy and the mind of a man. It makes you absolutely adorable and very desirable. I see that you have a blanket strapped to the back of your 'runner. As it happens, so do I. I think it's time to find a sunny spot, lay them out and put them to use."
She pulled herself tight against his body and ground her hips on him. Half closing her eyes she ran the tip of her tongue around her lips, teasingly.
"Do I want the boy you were or the man you have become? I haven't been able to decide all morning. But I think this morning we should celebrate the man. I can always play pseudo-incestuous, quasi-maternal games with you some other time but today, lover, strip me down and use me. Make it rough!"
In a communal group marriage with a dozen husbands and a dozen-and-a-half wives, keeping everyone's preferences in mind could be complicated. However, three years with Melissa had taught Kyle one clear thing. There were only two men in the group she would tell 'make it rough', himself and Konrad. Melissa was strong and tough and on those rare occasions when she deliberately asked to be dominated, she didn't mean a little patty-cake. Yanking her sweater and bra off over her head and driving her broomstick skirt and panties down, he left her standing naked in the chill spring air while he laid out the blankets.
Melissa shivered, both from the temperature and in anticipation. She felt goose bumps form all over and her nipples perk up. This was going to be sweet. Nine months before she'd liberally dosed Kyle with Vigorilla and then had enjoyed being shared simultaneously by him and Konrad. It hadn't been the last time and in the following sessions she'd schooled her junior husband well in the kind of treatment that she wanted. Now all she had to do was wait. He would take charge, she would submit and the result would be very, very satisfying. The next time, it would be her turn . . .
When the blankets were down, Kyle grabbed his matriarch roughly by the pony-tail and pulled her over onto the wool. Forcing her to bend over he smacked her hard on the butt, leaving a bright red print. Melissa squalled. He spanked her again, just as hard, on the other cheek and then began a rapid drum beat that echoed across the landscape.
In calmer moments, Melissa could never explain what it was that she found so thrilling about being spanked. Did it hurt? Of course it hurt! Wasn't that the whole idea? But why was hurt good, because it certainly was. Yes, she thought, it did make her cry but it wasn't the pain that made her bawl. When the tension got unbearable she would burst into tears from the overwhelming emotion of the experience. It was like a burning kind of orgasm, as best as she was able to describe it. However, it was a very private thing to be shared only with Konrad, with her co-wife Angela and, now all these years later, with Kyle. No one else needed to know that their occasionally imperious leader and stern mother figure liked getting paddled.
The dam broke and tears flooded Melissa's cheeks. At once Kyle knew to stop the spanking. Now he pushed her down onto her knees and grabbing her silver hair with both hands pulled her face to his crotch. Obediently she undid his trousers, pulling them to his ankles. She took his swelling cock in her hands and mouth and, as she has so many times before, worshipped it into readiness.
Soon it was standing hard and proud. For a moment she wondered if he intended to come in her mouth, to make her swallow his salty seed. But no, instead the threw her onto the blankets, rolled her over face down and commanded, "Ass up!" and when she complied he dropped between her spread thighs, leaned forward and thrust.
"Umpf!"
At last he was inside her. Supporting himself on one hand, Kyle again grabbed the matriarch by the hair and pulled her head back as he pounded her with trip-hammer intensity. Melissa hoped he would keep it up just a little longer, a little longer, just a—"Oh, oh, oh, oh my gawd, oh fuuuuck!" and they came together.
A while later, wrapped up in the blankets because the breeze had picked up, Melissa nuzzled Kyle's neck. "Mmmm—definitely a man, now. My darling, you were heroic."
"Anything to please my matriarch," he murmured in reply.
"Oh, I know that," she chuckled, "but next time I'll make you my bitch. I've gotten a new custom dildo called the Grande Baroque from The Beautiful Project that I just can't wait to try out on you. It's got baroque swirls and texture. I've been imagining it sliding in and out of you ever since I opened the box."
Kyle's eyes locked left. "How big is it? I've seen some of your collection and . . ."
"Kyle, you know most of those are just silly. I wouldn't dream of doing that to any of my guys. No, this one is a perfectly normal size. It isn't the size that sold me; it was the shape and color. Trust me, stud muffin, you'll like it. After all, you always do."
*****
