Oliver finished lunch and after kissing Willow and sending her off to enjoy the carnal delights of a Commune siesta, wondered out onto the big porch of the dining hall and settled down in one of the porch swings and opened his laptop. He was just getting into his undergraduate research project when he felt a hand on his shoulder and a warm face rub against his cheek.
"Hi, honey," Sylvia whispered in his ear, "it's siesta time. What are you doing here alone?"
"Oh, hi Sylvia," he answered and turned his head for a kiss, "I'm just trying to get a little glitch out of my next robot's design. I do have to get it working by the end of the quarter, after all."
"And the quarter's end is still a couple of weeks away, so you don't have to be solving it right now. Put that away and come with me. I have something you'll like."
Doing as he was told, Oliver closed the laptop, put it aside and stood up. Sylvia took his arm and led him down the stairs but instead of pulling him towards her apartment she led him away from the farm center and up a path that climbed a rise overlooking the complex. About halfway up she let go of his arm and pulled his around her shoulders. Then she stuck her hand into the back pocket of his jeans and fondled his butt.
The day was pleasantly warm and a little bit humid so it wasn't long before Oliver began to think about taking off his shirt. As if reading his mind, Sylvia stopped in the middle of the trail and unbuttoned him.
"We'll leave the shirt right here on this bush," she announced and then resuming their previous positions continued up the rise.
At the top the foliage cleared giving a grand view of the countryside around. Oliver was surprised. He thought he knew the Gaian farm well but this was a place he never been nor even heard of.
"Wow, what a great view."
"Mm-hmm," Sylvia replied, "and it's going to get better. Come here." She stood next to a large boulder that almost seemed deliberately planted to act as a parapet and gave it a pat. "Sit down."
Once he was seated, the senior wife sat next to him, threw a leg over his lap and turned into his arms.
"Sweet boy," she whispered, "nearly every time I see you I remember our first in the arachnid barn. I'm packing, sweet boy, and I want to use you, use you ferociously and with no Surrenderone this time. Take off your belt, Oliver, I have a view I want to enjoy."
Very forward senior wives were nothing new to Oliver. Getting invited to spend a siesta in an older woman's bed or getting dosed up with Surrenderone and well pegged in the arachnid barn were a normal part of his sexuality. But there was something in the tone of Sylvia's voice and the compelling intensity of her gaze that slightly unsettled the young man.
"Y-you're going to use lube, aren't you?"
"Take off your belt!" Sylvia was still whispering but it was a whisper that seemed to echo around the inside of Oliver's head. With just a little reluctance his hands dropped to his buckle and he did what she said.
"Good, sweet boy, I love it when you're so submissive," and she kissed him hungrily, fiercely and passionately. Her hands were all over him, stroking, pinching, squeezing until finally she growled, "Turn around, sweet boy. I want you bent over the rock. Up on your elbows, Oliver, and don't look back at me. Just keep your eyes on the landscape while I own you. I'm going to enjoy this so much!"
With a resigned sigh Oliver complied. He felt her slide his jeans down to just under the curve of his buttocks and reach around to free his aroused cock. The fondling and groping continued until he heard the sound of his lover undoing her own fly. He wondered slightly which model and size dildo she planned on ravishing him with, knowing all the while that it didn't matter. Switching from Top to Bottom, from dominant to submissive and back again was 'normal' for the Commune. It was as true for the women as for the men. Mostly it was just alternate ways of playing. This time, though, Sylvia didn't seem to be in the mood to play. There was a hunger about her he'd never encountered before. Not from Sylvia, not from Angela, not even from Melissa. Previous times, dominating Oliver had been a game, one he happily joined in. Today was different.
Her hands returned to his engorged manhood, slipping an elastic cock ring over it and down to the base. "I want this to last a long time, sweet boy," she purred, "someday a couple of us will just gangbang you into exhaustion. We'll make you cum and keep going. But today, I don't want you cumming before
I'm
ready. Spread your legs; you're about to get fucked."
The bulbous head of the dildo pushed against his anus. There seemed to be lube on it because he didn't feel any abrasion but this one was big. His sphincters stretched and protested but Sylvia was relentless, pushing until he finally gave way and the head was inside him.
"Ah!"
She paused to let him recover. "'Ah' is right, sweet boy. You've never had one this big before. But you've got it now and you will again. Now take it."
A series of short thrusts later, Sylvia's jeans were against Oliver's bare backside and her dildo was deep in his ass. Then she slowly withdrew it and plunged in again, making him moan as it stroked his prostate. Withdraw, thrust, moan. Withdraw, thrust, moan. Soon it was a cadence and the sensations spread out from the penetration all up and down his body.
The landscape faded behind a grey haze and his jaw went slack and his head drooped. Days later, he thought back on the experience and wished that he'd somehow gotten views of Sylvia's face juxtaposed over his own but for now all he knew was pleasure, submission and a growing need for release of some sort. The feeling grew until he began to tremble and then finally rock with unstoppable convulsions. But he didn't ejaculate. Sylvia had seen to that and when the spasms finally stopped his tension began to grow again.
He was vaguely aware that Sylvia was crying out in ecstasy behind him as she hammered him without stopping. Oliver lost all idea of time, place or even identity. All he knew was pleasure and surrender. He was, as she demanded, owned—body, soul and mind.
At last she withdrew completely leaving her lover trembling, weak and covered in sweat. She zipped up her Lady Wranglers and told Oliver to put his belt back on. As they tottered limply back down the trail she leaned on his shoulder and said quietly, "I don't know what it is about you, Ollie, but you just bring out the raging tigress in me. Melissa feels the same way about Jared. Normally she only plays with a junior husband as girlfriend for a little while. With him it seems to be permanent, despite his new fatherhood. I kind of think I'm getting the same feelings about you. Willow and I need to talk—with you, too, of course."
*****
A couple of evenings later the talk began but it included Melissa, Jared and Marli along with Willow. Anyone looking in on the tableau would have been curious as to just what was going on. Melissa and Sylvia sat facing each other on sofas with the men lying down with their heads on the older women's laps and the younger women sitting across the men's thighs. It looked rather odd.
"I just want you four to know," Melissa began, "that this kind of situation was never in our wildest dreams when we started this project."
Marli wrinkled her nose mischievously. "And just what does Konrad think of it?"
