2 comments/ 27978 views/ 24 favorites The Misty Valley Cooperative Ch. 01 By: Schaka I have written three stories that parallel each other. They are "Our Secret", "Jason's Journey" and "The Airplane Ride Home". The first two take place in or around the fictional California town of Misty Valley. They mention the corporation MVC Enterprises. This story is a crossover, bringing the disparate characters together. It will also attempt to resolve some of the issues in unfinished stories. What happened to Jamie and Sam from "The Airplane Ride Home"? What about Jason and his rapidly expanding family in "Jason's Journey"? This crossover will answer those question and expand their stories. Oh! And it's kind of long. Bear with me! After this story, the characters will populate a new multi-part opus called "The Misty Valley Chronicles" Your comments and votes are what drives me. A story line that gets low participation, low votes and/or low or no comments, I drop assuming no interest. All characters engaged in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years old. This is a work of fiction. The Misty Valley Cooperative Ch. 01 "Keith, you should invite Sam and his mom to our place." Keith leaned toward his sister. They kissed. Sam was startled to see Keith kiss his sister after she had sucked his cock. He and his mother never did that. But they never had a threesome. He wondered how it would feel to share Jamie with another. "I don't know. There is just the three of us. They might. I'll call and ask them later. However, I'm tired of talking about sex! I want to do it." "Yes," Keith added, rolling on his side, "less talk about sex and more doing!" The two boys rose and stood on either side of the bed. Angie looked at them, an elegant eyebrow raised. "Mmmm! It seems you two have something special planned. Should I expect to be ravished?" A devilish smile played across Keith's lips. He placed one knee on the bed and gently pushed his sister on her back. "Ravished, big sister? You are going to be eaten alive!" Sam knelt on the side of the bed. He leaned over. Ever so slowly he kissed the base of Angie's breast. He nibbled lightly then used his tongue to slowly lick where he kissed and nibbled. He heard Angie moaned as he moved up from the base of her tit, kissing, nibbling and licking as he went. Angie's body was alive sensations. She could feel her brother's mouth as he licked and kissed her thigh. She felt her body began to involuntarily undulate. She was no stranger to the eroticism of threesomes. She had been both the only female with two guys and with one male and two females. She felt her pussy flood with her increased arousal as the delicious memory of tasting a hot pussy combined with the actuality her brother's sucking of her toes. Dear god that feels incredible! Angie was decidedly bisexual but she had a preference for cock...her brother's cock! Sam nipped lightly at Angie's engorged nipple. His reward was a loud groan and a tremor shooting through her body. He moved slowly down her body, nipping at soft flesh just above her navel then kissing and lavishly licking it as he moved down her writhing body. He stole a quick glance at Keith sucking his sister's big toe. It and the rest of her foot gleamed with the wetness of his saliva. I must try that with mom. She will love it! Keith smiled as he moved from his sister's foot to the soft flesh on her inner leg and thigh. His cock was dripping so much pre cum he could feel the soaked sheets under his body as he slowly tortuously worked his way up her leg. He and Sam drove many coeds to spontaneous orgasms with their double team. But this was special. This was his big sister. He was sharing the most precious woman in his life with the best friend he ever had. He felt a little spurt of pre cum shoot out coating the sheet and his belly. Jesus! It's going to be incredible to watch Sam fuck her! "Motherfucker! Will you guys stop teasing me! I haven't creamed this much since I was a teenager! Who is going to fuck me first?" The two friends looked at each other over Angie's sweating writhing body and smiled. "We both are, big sis!" Angie raised up, balancing her body on her elbows on the bed. The look on her face was sheer animal lust. "Mmmm you mean a DP?" Keith stood. He grasped her hand and pulled her to her feet. Angie grasped her brother's face in both of her hands. Her mouth opened and she hungrily kissed him. Their bodies ground against each other as their tongues danced. Sam turned sideways on the bed with his feet on the floor. He stroked his cock as he watched the siblings make out. It must be incredible to have a sister like Angie. One you love so unconditionally. "I'm just going to say this one more time," Sam laughed, "I can leave!" Angie reluctantly broke the kiss. She turned to face Sam. "Don't you dare! I told you I want some of that monster cock!" Keith watched as his sister bent over and licked Sam's cock from root to tip. Then she slowly ran her tongue around the enormous crown. He reached out and loving caressed her slender ass. "Have a seat." Angie looked back over her shoulder at her brother and stuck her tongue out. "Meany! I was enjoying myself." Angie put both of her knees on the bed, straddling Keith. He is as big as or bigger than daddy. She pressed his cock down and walked forward on her knees. She hissed when she released it and it sprang up, slapping her pussy. Sam watched as Angie positioned his man meat at her entrance and slowly lowered herself. He watched her eyes widen as his acorn head pierced her vaginal lips. Keith stood behind his sister watching her pussy stretch to accept Sam's donkey dick. He reached back and opened the drawer on the desk. He took out the lube and squirted some on his fingers. When he turned back he could see that Angie was leaning forward, balancing herself with her hands on either side of Sam's shoulders. Her delectable tight ass moved in small circles as she eased his cock into her tight hole. Angie groaned as waves of pain and pleasure washed over her. Her pussy had never been stretched like this. It was an incredible feeling. Her mouth was open and saliva dribbled from the corners of her mouth. She felt him bottom out against her cervix. She was awed when she saw there was fully 3" left to go. An idle thought intruded on the moment. She had stopped taking The Pill in anticipation of conceiving with her brother. Now his friend was fucking her. She flinched, losing her train of thought as Keith squirted lube on her anus. She had a DP only once before. Neither guy was as big as Sam or her brother. Can I do it? How will it feel? Keith positioned his cock at Angie's anus. He eased forward, pushing the head past the first anal ring. "Oh fuck! Guys this is incredible! But Keith, go slow." Angie leaned forward and kissed Sam hard on the mouth. Sam stopped his slow in and out as he felt her pussy tighten as Keith entered her ass. He stroked her perspiring back with both hands. "Your pussy is incredible," he whispered in her ear. Keith felt his balls slap Angie's ass. He gently stroked her ass. Her back undulated slowly as she grew accustom to two large dicks, one in her ass and the other in her pussy. "How does it feel, big sis?" "I feel...full...," Angie giggled breathlessly. Sam began a slow in and out. He could feel Keith's cock doing the same through the thin membrane that separated them. He could hear Angie's short hard gasps as she reacted. "Angie," Keith moaned, "I don't know what I love most. Your tight pussy or this incredibly tighter ass." "You can have both. Just don't stop. Every inch of my body is alive with sensations. I can feel you both in me. It is amazing to feel your bodies slide across mine as your cocks slide inside me." "Keith, your sister is amazing fuck. I can feel her spasming around my cock." The room swam around Angie as her first orgasm wracked her body. She could barely see Sam. I'm going to die right here. Right here with my brother in my ass and Sam's beautiful cock in my pussy The two boys settled into a rhythm. Sam thrust in as Keith pull back. Between them Angie's body twitched and writhed. They both felt a second orgasm, harder than the first shake Angie. "Oh Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I can't stop cumming. I don't want to stop!" "Do you want us to fill you with our seed? Do you want to feel two cocks cumming in you?" "Oh god yes! Oh god! Please! I can't take it anymore! Please cum!" Keith and Sam redoubled their efforts. For several minutes the dorm room was filled with the slap of flesh on flesh, heavy breathing and lascivious moans and groans. "Gawddamit! Gawddamit! I'm cumming," Keith screamed, "I'm cuuummmminnnnggg!" Simultaneously Sam felt Angie's pussy spasm in a massive orgasm while it stretched as Keith's cock swelled and fire his sperm deep in her bowels. The combined sensations pushed him over the edge. He hugged Angie close to him. "Here it is, Angie! Here it is! I'm coming! Fuck! I'm cumming!" Angie was riding wave after wave of sensations as both boys came forcing her to a continuous mind blowing, soul shaking orgasm. She heard the distant scream of wild animals. As she lost consciousness, she realized it was them. The Misty Valley Cooperative Ch. 02 Our journey continues. This chapter contains incest, interracial sex and lots of horny people. All characters engaged in any sexual activity are 18 or over. Tomas Azaria watched the frothy whiteness of Chrissie Corcoran's pussy cream coat the length of his cock. He thrust hard and deep into her sopping wet cunt. Her frothing pussy juice coated the deeply tanned globes of her full round ass. It ran down her vulva and dripped into the open mouth of his mother, Kathy, laying under them. He groaned as Kathy raised up and lay her tongue on the underside of his cock. With each powerful stroke he could feel her tongue sliding along the underside of his length as he buried it in his grandmother's spasming pussy. "Chrissie, your pussy looks amazing from here. You should see how your pussy lips are engorged and spread around my son's cock." It took a force of will for Chrissie to raise her head. She was addicted to the sweet taste and musty aroma of her friend's aroused pussy. Her face was coated in Kathy's juices. The fact that those juices were mixed with Tomas' thick potent sperm only added to her lust. She looked back over her shoulder at her grandson, her son Tom's first child by Kathy, sweaty lust filled face. "So like his daddy," she moaned. She thrust back hard, burying his large tool to the hilt. Like his father, Tomas' cock filled and satisfied her completely. Tomas groaned as he fought to hold back his rapidly approaching orgasm. Just when he thought he would explode in Chrissie's mature pussy, his mother's hand snaked between them. He grimaced as she gripped his cock tightly at the base, forestalling his orgasm. "Not yet, mijo, not yet! Still keeping a firm grip, she pushed her head between them. She ran the flat of her tongue up one side of Chrissie's ass savoring the delectable taste of her girlfriend's juices. "Awww Fuck! Kathy, you bitch! You are a fucking tease! Just when your son is about to fill me with cum, you stop him." With the back of her head against her son's belly and his cock resting on her shoulder, Kathy French kissed Chrissie's pussy. She buried her tongue deep in her quivering hole. She felt Chrissie's pussy clamp down on her tongue. The taste of the load Tomas had already dropped in Chrissie was like a drug. Her head spun. She tongue fucked Chrissie until she was driving her ass back against her face. "Who you calling a bitch?" Kathy elicited a lustful scream from her friend when she sharply smacked her pussy. Sweat ran in rills down Tomas' tan muscular body. He watched his mother spank his grandmother's pussy then run her tongue up and down Grandma Chrissie's pussy. Many times in the two year since he turned 18 he witnessed this scene. His mother and aunt got as much or more pleasure from licking each other as they did from his cock. Kathy turned her head slightly and took her son's cock in her mouth. It filled it nicely, the head lightly touching her throat. Her pussy flooded as he reflexively fucked her mouth. Easy, mijo, she thought, you have already come once in each of us, this one needs to last. Chrissie smiled. She and Kathy had been friends and lovers for twenty years. She knew the taste and feel of Kathy's pussy as well as she knew her own. She could not count the times they scissored each other. Rubbing their vulvas together and then turning and licking each other to orgasm. Kathy reluctantly took Tomas' cock from her mouth. She positioned the head at Chrissie's entrance and nodded up at him. With their help, Tomas was becoming an excellent lover. And why not? He had the two best sluts in the valley to teach him. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" His heart felt like it was going to jump out of his chest. His hips pistoned back and forth like a pile driver, pounding Chrissie's pussy into submission. He could not wait to show his sister, Amelia, and their friend Julie Clark what he was learning about pleasing women. "Querido Dios, I'm coming! I'm coming!" Chrissie felt her vagina, pubic muscles and anus all contract rhythmically as her orgasm overtook her. Her back arched and undulated in spasms. Like an electric shock, the wave of pleasure shot through her entire body. For a few moments, the bedroom blurred. Tomas bucked against Chrissie's full mature ass in short hard strokes. As he came, he felt her pussy clamp down like a vice around his cock He screamed loudly as he drove hard into her. His fingers clenched and unclenched spasmodically scratching his grandmother's hips. He felt her pussy spasming, accepting his seed. Kathy snatched him out of Chrissie's pussy and took him in her mouth. Kathy sucked hungrily, letting her son's last potent spurts fill her mouth. There was no elixir better in the world than her son's cum. It rejuvenated her. It satiated her. It made her proud that her first born was the satyr he was. She collapsed on her back. Chrissie's pussy and Tomas' cock leaked on to her face as she lay prostrate. Chrissie turned and lay on Kathy. She could feel their breasts pressing together. She felt the slickness of her pussy rub against Kathy's Mons. She ground their Mons together as she leaned down and forced her tongue into Kathy's cum filled mouth. They snowballed Tomas's hot thick load, their tongue's exploring each other's mouth. Tomas roll to his back, exhausted. Through partially opened eyes he watched his mother and grandmother kiss. They did that a lot, before and after sex. He watched as their hands caressed each other's body. "Tomas, go check on your little sister. And be sure your brother, Amos, has checked on our guests, the Albertson's" He knew that was his cue to leave. He grabbed his clothes and walked into the bathroom to clean up and dress. As he exited the bathroom, he could see his Chrissie and Kathy were in their favorite position, pussy to pussy. The rapturous looks on their faces attested to the intensity of their lovemaking. * * * As Jason drove his 1994 Jeep Grand Cherokee up Highway 17 towards Big Bear he reflected on his life. It was the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. He was just leaving a visit with his parents and aunt. He smiled warmly as he recalled the horse play with his two four year old sons. Adam Jr. was his son by his mother and Justin, his son by his aunt. Both boys were strong, healthy and full of energy. He stretched, repositioning himself in the car seat. So much energy that his back ached from giving horsey rides. The smile turned to a frown as he thought about his dad. He was bedridden. Two years back he was injured in a construction accident. The consensus of the best doctors in the country was that he would get no better. The news devastated his mother. She was a pillar of strength. But concerned for her husband tempered her usual brass and sassiness. Jason always spent some time with his father. Their conversations was eclectic as they always were. It seemed they were always trying to squeeze as much into their time together as possible. But one thing his father said haunted him. Adam told his son that Susan had needs. He went on to say that it was his duty as a good son to see that those needs were met. It was as close as he came to saying he knew about Jason and Susan's affair. Later he shared a moment with his Helen Aunt. They stood in his old basement bedroom. Her knee length cotton robe was around her waist as he tightly gripped her lush ass. "You remember taking my ass for the first time down here?" Jason nodded and laughed. "Yes! And I also remember it becoming one of our favorite things to do." Helen slapped his arm playfully. "I don't know about favorite. I still love your big dick buried to the hilt in my pussy." Her ex-husband, Andre, was a rapidly fading memory. He could not keep his cock out of other women's pussy and she could not keep Jason's cock out of hers. "You know, anytime you and mom want, you can move to Misty Valley. There are a couple of empty houses. You can have your pick." They had this conversation before. Helen knew that at some point, she, Susan and Adam and the kids would move there. But Susan needed to reconcile herself to the fact that Adam was not going to be around too much longer. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed her nephew lightly on the lips. "Soon, baby, soon! Her tone with from sad to sassy. "But how you gona handle my needs and all them women you fucking up there? I don't mind sharing you, as long as I get my share!" Jason laughed and smacked her sharply on her full ass. She had gained a little weight in five years. Her hips were fuller. Her breasts were verging on D cups. But she was still his sassy sexy aunt. "Aunt Helen, you will always get your share!" He took the Mount Hermon road exit. Then turned on to Highway 9. The view of the redwoods as he climbed the narrow mountain road was stunning. The drive had, to quote Tom Cocohran, a postcard at every turn. As he rounded a turn, in the distance was the sun drenched glen that was the Misty Valley. He was surprised to see an unfamiliar car pull into the corral just past the guard house. Some years back the co-op decided to limit vehicle traffic within the compound. There were just too many children running about. Travel within the compound was by golf carts. As he pulled into his parking spot, he saw Keith Cocohran was driving. "Hello, Mr. Beavaneax. I'd like...!" "Keith! Please! Stop the Mister Beavaneax crap." Keith laughed. "Ok...Jason...! Please meet John and Jamie Albertson and their son Sam. They are spending Thanksgiving weekend with us." "Welcome to the Misty Valley." Jason noted that John Albertson's grip was firm and he looked him right in the eye. This was a man used to being in charge. As he offered his hand to Jamie Albertson, she tucked her head slightly and covered her mouth as she acknowledge him. Shy, he thought, but I sense depths. Sam grabbed Jason's hand and pumped it enthusiastically. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mister...uh...Jason." "The Albertsons will be staying in the antebellum house." Each house in the complex had a different theme. The antebellum house was a replica of a southern mansion complete with the Doric columns and covered porch. "Ah yes! My mother was getting it ready for guests." May Allen had assigned herself the groundskeeper for the complex. Her rationale was she enjoyed the hard work and needed to keep busy. Jason watched as the four people climbed into the golf cart for the short trip up the driveway. He noticed that Jamie Albertson showed him a generous amount of thigh as she climbed in. Jason waved to Allison Hanlon. She was sitting on an iron bench with a brass patina. She wore a one piece cream the colored V-neck sheer jump suit. It came to mid-thigh with lace cut outs around the thighs. She waved back enthusiastically. With the full knowledge and agreement of Annabelle, his wife, Jason and Allison were in a long term D/s relationship. He smiled as he thought back to that day nearly five years ago when it started. * * * Jason drove through Big Bear on his way to Misty Valley. A slight overcast was all that was left of yesterday's rainstorm. It left the air smelling clean and fresh. Ahead he could see the golden haze lit by the sun that gave this area its name. He decided to go see the house that was part of his employment package with MVC Enterprises after he left Bell's apartment. He sighed as he reflected on the conversation he, May and Belle had about May's being pregnant by him. It had not gone well. As he rounded a curve, he saw the guard station just ahead. He slowed and stopped at the candy striped barrier bar. The guard wore a pseudo military style uniform with red piping and epaulets trimmed in gold on each shoulder. His black pants had a gold stripe down each leg. "Yes sir, how may I help you?" "Um, my name is Jason Beavaneax. I'm here to see a...my...house!" The guard checked his clip board. "Yes sir! Your driveway is the second one on your right!" Jason drove slowly around the circular central esplanade. He turned into the second drive and up the Italian Cypress lined drive. The driveway let on to an open white gravel parking area. He stepped out and surveyed the Roman style house. Large oak double doors opened on a wide short mauve stucco corridor. The floor tile was a creamy coral, complementing the walls. There were two shallow alcoves on either side of the corridor. In each alcove, someone had placed a vase filled with acacias. The fragrant aroma followed him as he walked into the large open atrium. The vaulted ceiling was topped with a large skylight. The sun streaming through the skylight caused the koi pond beneath it to flicker with golden highlights. To his right and left on opposite sides of the pond were hallways leading to bedrooms. He walked across the bamboo bridge. Beyond the pond, an open archway led into a peristyle. A garden of fragrant flowers surrounded the pool in the enclosed colonnaded courtyard. He spied a naked woman sunning herself. She lay with one hand shading her eyes, the other across her abdomen. Allison Hanlon turned her head slightly. She raised her head. "Oh hello! You must be Jason!" This gorgeous woman was totally self possessed. She showed no discomfort at being nude in front of a strange man. Her tanned skin was the color of dark olives. Faint crow's feet radiating from her eyes were the only sign of her age. A roman nose sat between wide set brilliant oval blue eyes. Those large expressive eyes had a slight oriental tip to them. Jason figured she was fortyish, 5' 7" or so, 140 plus pounds and a nice set of 36D. A slight sag in her breasts and a rounded belly pooch suggested she had children. Her legs were "Yes, I'm Jason! And you are...?" "Allison Hanlon, your neighbor! I live across the parkway in the chalet. I suppose you are wondering why I am in your house?" "Good guess," Jason laughed! "Well," Allison said flashing a brilliant smile that showed off her even white teeth, "I live with my son and daughter and our three children. Sometimes, I just like a little me time. This house had been vacant for a while and I got in the habit of coming over and sunning myself!" Jason picked up the ambiguous nature of her description of her family. Intrigued, he decided to explore that. "Does your husband live there also?" His psychology training helped him detect a change in her posture and demeanor. There was a conflict here. "My husband is in and out of a rehab center! The Cliff notes version of the last few years is that we were sailing in the South Seas. We were boarded by pirates, shipwrecked for a week and finally rescued. My husband received a severe head injury during the pirate boarding." As she spoke Allison's head was down. Jason could see she was struggling with the memories of this traumatic experience. He was about to change the subject when Allison said: "I got pregnant by son on the island. So did my daughter. My son and daughter now have two kids, a boy and a girl. And I have a daughter." Jason watched her head come up. An air of defiance came from her. She was expecting to be judged. He knew he was the last one to judge anyone! His mother, aunt and May Allen were all pregnant by him. "That sounds like a wonderful family! Now since you probably know the place better than I do, show me around!" Allison was impressed with the maturity of this young Black man. She had just admitted to incest and he casually asked for a house tour. And although he checked her out, he didn't seem nervous about her nudity. "Well, first you should know that Hank and Amelia Cotton, the founders of this community, were brother and sister. They moved here to escape society's judgement and raise a family. There was a lot we didn't know about them. " "Like what," Jason asked? Allison led Jason across the enclosed courtyard and back into the atrium. He noted her round firm ass and the seductive sway of her hips. She looked back over shoulder and pointed to the hall on the right. The hall extended down one side of the peristyle. Two large bedrooms were next to each other. They faced out onto courtyard. She led him into one of the spacious bedrooms. The room was lit only by the sunlight pouring through the sliding glass patio door. Cedar paneling covered the walls with terrazzo tiles covering the floor. The center of the room was dominated by a large circular bed. The bedding was black silk. At four positions around the bed were handcuffs covered in red velvet. Allison smiled coyly and pointed at the bed. "They were heavily into D/s." "I'm not familiar with that" Allison walked to the bed. She sat with her legs slightly apart. She was conscious of the fact that this exposed her shaved pussy to this interesting young man. She crossed them languorously, allowing him to see the swollen arousal of her butterfly pussy lips. "Think of it as a driver/passenger relationship. The driver determines the direction and the passenger is along for the ride!" "That sounds one sided!" "Oh, they can switch if they like!" "And you are...?" "Available for the ride," Allison said boldly! She was surprised at her boldness. Somehow, she trusted him. She stood, brushing past Jason to continue the tour. Jason looked at this leggy mature vixen who just offered herself for a life style he little understood. In his psych class they discussed some peoples need for domination. Some were type A personalities who used submission as a release from life's stresses. Others were so called natural submissives. Being dominated was central to their feelings of personal worth and fulfillment. He suspected Allison was the latter. As she past him, he raised his hand and brought it down sharply on her shapely ass. The sound echoed through the house. He watched as Allison stumbled forward. She turned slowly, both hands rubbing her ass. An expression of pain and lust washed across her face. Jason pointed at the bed. "Handcuff yourself face down." Allison assayed a lopsided grin. "Are you sure you want to learn this game?" Jason placed a finger under her chin and lifted her head. "I have read some about this life style. I know enough to know that I just gave an order and you asked a question." He gripped her arm tightly. Then he brought one hand down viciously on her ass. Allison melted into Jason. A lustful shiver shook her body. Once she had a lover who took charge of her like this. She recalled the exquisite joy of that relationship. She moved toward the bed, smiling as she brushed by Jason. "I can be a difficult bitch to control." She turned to face him. Her legs were at shoulder width with one leg slightly forward and her hand lightly on her hip in a model's pose. Jason knew that the game was starting. "I suspect you will be. However, we both know you are a bitch who needs control." Jason placed a hand on her chest and pushed her hard. Allison fell back on the bed. Could this youthful muscular Black man be the one? Her son, Craig, tried to satisfy her need for dominance. In moments of passion, he could. But he was always fighting to overcome the fact that she was his mother. She smiled as she cuffed on one leg. Restricted by that cuffed leg she tackled the other leg. She looked up at Jason standing fully clothed at the bottom of the bed. A faint enigmatic smile played across his lips. "This would go easier if you helped." His smile widened, like the Cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland. "So now you want to set the agenda?" She realized he was a natural Dom. Her body tingled as she imagined being in the control of this large bald headed Black man. She recalled the large smelly pirates who forced her to suck their cocks and then fucked her. They knew instantly what she was. Her ex lover called her a pussy with legs. Jason knew what she was also. Was he the one? The one to surrender mind, body and soul to? The Misty Valley Cooperative Ch. 02 Her husband had treated her as a prize to be placed on the shelf and admired. A trophy wife! She accepted that as her due. Deep inside her, where she let few know of, let alone see, she knew she wanted to be used. She wanted to be pushed to her limits and beyond. She managed to get her leg cuffed. Then she cuffed one arm. She knew her pussy was soaked. She could feel her juices running between the globes of her ass. She smiled playfully at him, waved her free hand in the air and shrugged. "Now what?" Still smiling, Jason surveyed her. "So what are you?" Confusion crept across Allison's face. "I don't understand!" "You tell me you want to be the passenger, you want to be told what to do.'" Now you want me to cuff you. What does that make you?" Allison smiled as she realized where this was going. "I'm a useless bitch who is disappointing my driver." "What should be done about that?" "I should be punished." She felt a gooey wetness between her legs increase as they played their roles. He had not touched her yet tremors of pleasure were shaking her body. Jason pointed at the assortment of whip, crops, clothes pins, etc., the implements of control and surrender, hanging on the wall. "Pick one!" Allison felt the tremors become more pronounced as she surveyed the wall. The room swayed. Her pussy, anus and urethra began to spam. Electric shocks coursed through her body. She was going to cum! He had not touched her and she was going to orgasm. "Don't you dare cum!" The authority in his voice shook her. His image wavered. There was a slight smile on his face. She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. She tried to cross her legs to suppress her incipient orgasm and found she could not because they were cuffed. The knuckles on her free hand whitened as she clawed at the mattress trying to obey. Sweat streamed down her body. "Please...!" She whimpered. But she managed. She did not cum. Jason watched her struggle with a faint smile. He extended his arm and swept it toward the wall. "Choose!" "The crop! The riding crop!!" Jason surveyed her magnificent body as he strolled to the head of the bed. Her ass was round and firm, tailing off into firm slender thighs. He seized her wrist and roughly cuffed it. Then he walked to the wall and selected a riding crop. He turned and without further preamble, whacked her sharply across her ass. Allison screamed at the sudden application of the whip. She writhed on the circular mattress wetting it with her arousal. The aroma of her pheromone ladened arousal filled the room. She screamed again when she felt the whip strike between her out stretched legs on her swollen wet pussy. She writhed uncontrollably on the sweat soaked silk covered bed. Her pussy ached in pain at the same time it screamed for the release of a soul shaking orgasm. "You want to cum, don't you?" Jason could see seismic tremors shake her body. Allison writhed as she fought the overpowering urge to cum. Her pussy contracted in spasms. Her body quivered and shook. Her nipples were so hard that even the silk sheets felt rough. However she knew she must obey. "Yes!" Again the crop came down on her pussy. Jason's eyebrow climbed quizzically. The enigmatic smile fixed on his ebon face. "Yes sir," she corrected herself as her surrender continued. She felt the crop slide deftly over the swell of her rump. It tickled the base of her spine as it began its tortuous delicious journey up her back. She realized her eyes were closed. When she opened them Jason knelt in front of her, his face filled her vision. "Now repeat after me." Allison felt the riding crop slide across her side and down the mound her breast created as she lay spread eagle on her belly. I'm helpless. Almost impossibly her arousal increased. "Pain..!" Her lips were dry. Her body continued to writhe as she fought the urge to cum. frantically she humped the bed. She was being ripped asunder by a dual need; the need to cum and the need to obey. "Pain, "she croaked. Her throat was dry. There was an element of fear. "And pleasure..." Jason could see the muscles in her arms and legs cord as she fought for control. He could see the faint outline of the whip marks on her perfect ass mound. She was a very desirable woman. Age had done little to diminish the model like perfection of her body. "And pleasure..." Just has his face filled her vision, blocking out everything else, his words filled her mind. The only thing in her world was the sound of his baritone voice. "Pleasure and pain." "Pleasure and pain." Allison's need to cum was being subjugated to her need to obey. She knew from now on, Jason would tell her what her needs were. Her only duty was to obey. "There is no difference!" Jason watched her beautiful face contort as she battled to at once control her need and subjugate to his will. "There is no difference!" "From this moment on, you will fuck no one unless I give permission. Tell your son and whoever else you are fucking. Do you understand?" Weakly, Allison nodded her head. Her body shuddered as the crop came down sharply on the side of her breast. "I didn't hear you," Jason said quietly. "Yes...Sir!" "You can cum now," Her body relaxed then tensed as a soul cleansing orgasm rocked her body. She buried her face in the mattress as her body frantically humped it. For unaccounted minutes her orgasm wracked her. She could feel the warm wetness of her juices flood from between her legs down to her thighs and up to her abdomen. The room blurred and she screamed with the unrivalled intensity. When her mind and eyes cleared, her hands were uncuffed and Jason was gone. Allison freed her feet. She sat for a moment on the edge of the circular bed with her head down. Her fingers were intertwined and hung between her spread legs. She could feel her juices leaking onto the bed. He had not laid hand on her. Yet she came with an intensity she had never felt before. She stood. She moved decisively through the house and out the front door. She strode across the esplanade toward her home. Her son would understand. He had to. * * * Jason pulled his golf cart onto the gravel apron of his house. Over the five years of the relationship Allison, it had matured. It still was not a democracy; Jason was the undisputed Dom. Nor was it a dictatorship. It was more a symbiosis. Each got something they needed. Screams of delight were his warning of the impending assault. As he turned toward the door, two of his children burst from the door. First was 5 year old Jason Jr., he and May's baby, followed quickly by four year old, Justina, he and Annabelle's girl. After the appropriate hugs and body search for candy, they all trooped back into the house. Annabelle Allen Beavaneax had changed little over the years. If anything she looked more like her mom. Her hips were broad. Her breast large and pendulous. Her flame red hair was complimented by her green eyes. Her highly complexioned skin was heavily freckled. Jason's white t-shirt dropped to mid thigh. She wore tan Jesus sandals. "Outside you rugrats! The grownups want to visit." The kids turned and ran for the door. Annabelle wrapped her arms around her husband's neck. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. She knew that after his weekly visits to see his father, he was a little down. She yelped as he smacked her ass smartly. "How's my girl?" "I was fine until you bruised me," Anna laughed, rubbing her butt "but if that was foreplay, it will have to wait. I promised my mom and Chrissie Cocohran I would help set up for the meet and greet this evening. Besides, we have company." There were few formal occasions in Misty Valley, but three or four times a year, Tom Cocohran liked to give a summary of where MVC Enterprise was doing. They were all stockholders. "Hey, I can leave," Helen Clark laughed. "Leave!" Jason joked, "You have to hold the camera!" At 50, Helen Clark had aged like fine wine. Her body was lush and full. She could have been a Rubens model, if Rubens was lucky enough to find one with a perfect set of 36C. She had lived in the compound for 16 years. She had adapted to the life style and mores. Nudity was her preference. At best she would wear a sheer cover up. Her son Darryl was 34 now and an executive in MVC Enterprise. They were still casual lovers. However, they had expanded their circle of partners. She still had fond memories of her sexual awakening on the long drive to the valley in their RV. She rubbed her open palm familiarly across Jason's cock. "Sweetie, the next time the three of us get together, we won't need a camera. We will make it a live performance and sell tickets!" "Well, that threesome will have to be a twosome. I need to go help mom and Chrissie." "Aw pooh," Helen said jokingly. "And I," Jason said as he cupped Helen breast then leaned down and kissed her nipple, "need to go see Tom." Helen grabbed his head and held it tightly to her bosom. She relished these moments of casual intimacy. She looked over his shoulder at his wife smiling indulgently. Gently she pushed his head away. There was no rush. There would be other times. Holding his head between her hands, she kissed him lightly. She sighed and stepped back. "Okay! Okay! Since everyone is behaving so responsibly, I'll run over and introduce myself to our guests, the Albertsons."