5 comments/ 22113 views/ 10 favorites Kiss of the Spider Woman By: voluptuary_manque If you read this story, please vote. And if you vote, please comment. It gets lonely sitting at a computer, you know. ;-) ***** Sylvia pulled to a stop in the driveway of a comfortably old, but well-maintained farmhouse just as her graduate advisor was coming out the kitchen door. She got out of the car and waved, "Hey, Professor Phillips." "Hey, Sylvia, what brings you out here on so early on a Saturday?" The student hung her head and got in step with her mentor. "I broke up with Will last night and needed to talk about it, if it's okay?" "Sure, come on out to the barn. I've got some stock tending to do and we can gab while I feed the beasties. So you dumped William, huh? I thought you two were about to become a serious item." Sylvia swung her bag back over her shoulder and shook out her hair. "So did I, kind of. I mean, he finally asked if I wanted to move in with him and I had been thinking about it. I went over to his place to tell him 'yes' but when I got there he had about eight of his friends in the living room. They were watching The Social Network on DVD for about the seventy-fifth time. I looked around and realized that if I let Will move in with me I'd have all his Star Wars posters and figurines, his beer can collection and the World of Warcraft perpetually on my computer. That's when I decided that no matter how sweet he can be I was not going to live with such a slacker dude." Angela Phillips nodded gravely in agreement. "I understand completely. Here I am, a tenured professor at thirty-five, with no inclination to have anything to do with men my own age. It's sad, really." "It is! I don't know whether to enter a convent, try other women or restrict my dating to men over forty." "There's nothing wrong with either other women or men over forty, Sylvia. I've enjoyed both, occasionally at the same time." She opened the door to the barn. To Sylvia's surprise the interior held no horses, goats or sheep. Instead there were terrariums stacked high and the atmosphere was damp and warm, much warmer than the April outside. Inside each glass box was an enormous, hairy spider. At their entrance, many of the monstrous forms lifted their gross bodies high and raised their four front legs threateningly. "Ewww! Professor Phillips, what are those? They're horrible." "Phoneutria nigriventer, Sylvia, they're also known as the banana spider, wandering spider or, as I prefer to call them, the Brazilian hard-on spider." Sylvia shook her head at the answer and slowly turned to her advisor, "Brazilian hard-on spider? Okay, do I really want to know about this?" Angie laughed. She filled a box with live crickets, picked up a set of forceps and went about dropping an insect into each spider's lair. As the crickets fell into the terrariums the spiders leaped onto them and bit. Instantly the cricket succumbed and was soon reduced to a dry husk as the predatory arachnid drained its vital fluids. Sylvia was puzzled. "You keep spiders as pets?" "Not pets, honey, research subjects." Sylvia slapped herself on the forehead, "Of course! Many important pharmaceuticals come from natural sources. I presume these nasty looking things have nasty venom?" Professor Phillips nodded gravely. "It's the arachnid world's worst. Fortunately they most often bite without envenomation and since 1996 there has been effective anti-venom available so no deaths have been reported since then. However, from the pharmacological standpoint they are very, very interesting. Do you know that every adult male who has ever been bitten by one of these has had a very hard, two hour erection?" "No!" Sylvia's face went from amazement to realization to glee in the space of seconds, "Two hours?" "Mm-hmm, and the specific toxin has been identified; a peptide called Tx2-6 causes it. The first person who tames the peptide and makes it a treatment for erectile dysfunction will make a fortune." "And how close are you?" Professor Phillips answer came out of the kind of smile you get from your cat after it eats your canary. "I've already done it. Better yet, I've figured out how to administer it through nasal spray instead of injection. All I need now is human trials and FDA approval. Want to come along?" "Come along, where?" The older woman put the remaining crickets back in their pen and walked her student over to a couple of butterfly chairs. She filled two mugs with coffee, handed one to Sylvia and settled back. "Sylvia, do you know Konrad and Melissa Koenig? He teaches evolutionary theory. " "Oh, yes! Such a dear sweet man—and Ms. Koenig is so funny." "She is, and quite passionate, too. I've been in a stable relationship with them for about a year and half. Unfortunately, poor Konrad has ED and really can't join into our play the way he—and we—would like. They were married on the very first Earth Day clear back in 1970, so with it coming up again next week, Melissa and I thought that my new compound would make a wonderful anniversary present. We're going to abduct Konrad, give him this stuff and have our way with him. Like I said, want to come along?" "Come along as what, an official observer or something?" Angie sniggered, "No, as part of their anniversary present. Both Dr. and Ms. Koenig would be delighted to enjoy your body, young lady. And so would I, for that matter. But it's your choice." Sylvia was stunned. Never in her life had she been propositioned so baldly and never before had she been propositioned by a woman. She had been joking when she mentioned trying woman because young men were getting on her last nerve—at least she thought she was. But there was a steamy, predatory gleam in her advisor's eye that spoke of unbridled lust and nameless, decadent delights. "Let me get this straight. You and Ms. Koenig are going to abduct Professor Koenig, take him somewhere, give him this—this Tx2-6 derivative and then you want to hand me to him? So he can celebrate his new virility with a woman young enough to be his—his granddaughter?" "Got it in one, Sylvia, plus when he's had plenty of fun with you, Missy and I will take turns entertaining him and being entertained by you. You get to play the sex toy in this scenario, girl. Believe me it will give you a whole new viewpoint. Like I told you, I know from experience there's much to be said for other women and men over forty. What have you got to lose?" "I—I've never been in a top/bottom relationship. All the guys I've hooked up with—we just jumped into bed and fucked. Is it really better?" "For some of us it's as hot as it gets. Usually I'm the top. You'll do what I say and like it! And you will. But every now and again I get topped. It's great to be down on my knees sucking and licking then get bent over a table and fucked 'til I scream. Not everyone agrees. But there's only one way to find out, you know." Shakily Sylvia reached into her bag and pulled out her cell phone. She thumbed through the apps until she came to the calendar. "The twenty-second, well, Will and I were supposed to be going to the local comicon but that's off. Mid-terms are over so I don't have the need to spend the entire weekend studying or writing. You said that you were in a stable relationship with the Koenigs?" "I am." "What if he decides he wants to keep me?" "Have you been reading the Sleeping Beauty trilogy or something? That's the wrong question. It's 'what if we decide we want to keep you?' and the answer is it depends on whether or not you want to be kept. Either way it has no affect on my being your advisor. We keep school and—uh, playground completely separate, understand?" "Oh, good, that was going to be my next question. I only call you Angie when we're off campus?" "You can call me Angie anywhere." ***** Sylvia opened the hotel suite door and stepped inside. The bedroom to the left is yours . . . Okay, that's this one. She went inside, closed the door behind her and put the tote bag Angie had given her on the bed. Dumping it out, she looked over the contents. An ornate incense burner and several cones of incense caught her eye. She put it on the dresser, mounted a cone in it and lit a match. When the top of the cone glowed and began to smoke she blew out the match and discarded it. Next there were some small red light bulbs. She had been told to replace all the lamp lights with them, so she did. There was a large squeeze bottle of moisturizing cream but that would have to wait until she showered and there was an atomizer. The perfume, she was told, had been carefully matched to compliment the incense so she set it on the dresser next to the burner. And lastly there was the vibrator. There was nothing left to do now but strip, shower and prepare herself. As she dried herself she looked in the full length mirror. Her long, stringy pony tail was gone, replaced with a short, but sexy shag cut and her whole body was bare and smooth. The full Brazilian waxing two days ago had hurt but now that the irritation was gone Sylvia had to admit that she looked pretty good that way. Maybe she should keep it up. A whole body treatment with the moisturizing cream left her soft and even smoother. She completed her new look with just a little eye makeup and lipstick then padded back to the bedroom. Two squirts into the air with the atomizer and a quick pirouette through the mist finished the business, now to get serious. "Sylvia," Angie had said, "I'm giving Konny a dose that's a little stronger than the one I expect to commercialize. He isn't going to be in any mood for foreplay so you need to be hot and ready when we open the door. I'm giving you this vibrator to get warmed up for him. Use it well." The young woman started the device on low and ran it around her nipples. They stood to attention in appreciation. She sighed softly. She ran the vibrator around each breast and then slid it down her body. She rolled up on one side, caressed her buttocks with it and began to smile as she hummed to herself. Angie said they'd be here at ten. That's half an hour away. I wonder how many orgasms I can have in thirty minutes... ***** Konrad Koenig was warming to his task. Richard Dawkins' most recent book had offended him from several standpoints and the review he had been commissioned to write would blister paint when he finished. It was bad enough that the two of them disagreed vehemently over Darwinian interpretation but what really set Professor Koenig's teeth on edge was Dawkins' sanctimoniousness. Coming from an atheist, it was creepy. He was so intent on his writing he didn't hear his wife enter the study until she bent over and whispered in his ear, "Happy anniversary, honey," and slipped a black sack over his head. As he yelped in protest, Angie grabbed his wrists and cuffed them together. "Dawkins can wait, baby," Angie said through her smile, "but we can't. We're all going out together for the day and Missy and I have a big surprise for you. Now be good and play along so you can be naughty." They guided him out to the garage and helped him into the back seat. Melissa sat next to him and as Angie started the engine, removed the hood. "What are you two . . .?" "We're abducting you, sweetie. Now I'm going to replace that hood with these opaque glasses. You don't get to see anything until I take them off again, okay?" Professor Koenig mumbled grudging assent. He had been somewhat out of sorts all morning and the opportunity to vent his spleen on the keyboard was not something he wanted to give up. But being out-numbered and already headed down the street, there was nothing for him to do but go with whatever flow the two women in his life decreed. Then his wife's hand gently took his chin. "Konny, I want you to take a deep sniff. Ready, Now!" Konrad inhaled deeply and then tentatively sniffed again. The mist had no smell but it gave him an odd tingling sensation in his nasal passages. "Melissa, what in Hell was that stuff?" His wife giggled softly. "It's part of your anniversary present, honey. Now just sit back and relax. We have a little ways to go, yet." ***** After five orgasms, Sylvia turned the vibrator back down as far as it would go. Whenever the others showed up, she would be ready. Reaching over to the night stand, she took a hand mirror off and held it between her thighs. Her labia were puffed up and dark pink. With no hair covering them the effect was even hotter than she imagined. As well, she was wet and glistening, the slick lubricating secretions giving her sex a shine that she was sure would hit Konrad Koenig right where he lived. I hope that stuff is as good as Angie thinks it is. I really, really need a hard cock inside me. I just hope he doesn't have a heart attack or something . . . ***** The desk clerk at the Hyatt looked up to see a distinguished looking couple enter the lobby. The man had dark glasses on and carried a white cane but wasn't using it. Instead he had his hand on his wife's arm, following her lead through the room to the elevators. What most struck the gay young man was the very serious bulge in the gentleman's trousers. He didn't resent the woman for her anticipatory smile but having not gotten laid in a week, he was a bit jealous. and he's blind, too. Kinky! When the Koenigs got to the room, Konrad removed his glasses with one hand and grabbed his wife's butt with the other. "Oh no, you don't," she said with a grin, "You get to play with me later. Right now all you do is get out of those clothes." As she undid his belt and pushed his trousers and boxers down, the sight of his erection made her pause. It was as though the previous forty years had never passed. Even a horndog teenage athlete would have been hard pressed to match it. The helmet shown a deep purple, the veins bulged and it stood up steeply, quivering. She whistled. "Yeah," Konrad mumbled, "Whatever is in that nasal spray makes Viagra look like a placebo; is it something Angie whipped up?" "It is. And it will take the world by storm. Oh, hi again, Angie. Just look at this." Dr. Phillips leered, "And to think it's all for us—afterward, that is. Right now," she opened the door to Sylvia's bedroom, "it's all for her. Happy anniversary, Konrad, my love, just look what we've got for you." Before he say anything, the women pushed Konrad into the room as Sylvia spread her knees, lifted her pelvis and reached out her arms. "Hi, Professor K, come and get your present, you know you want it!" It was the final straw. His bad humor had been cheerfully ignored, his spite interrupted, his freedom curtailed and his dignity bruised. Besides, he was hornier than he'd been in years and a pretty woman was tempting him. With an agonized snarl, Konrad threw himself on the bed and onto Sylvia. He entered her with a grunt and enough force to make her squeak and settled down to pound her into the mattress. She dug her nails into his back, crying out in heated passion. The other two women looked on approvingly. "Wow, it looks like we are in for it, aren't we? You're sure he won't just shoot his load into her and fall asleep?" "Not a chance. My experimental mice get so hard they can't ejaculate until they're almost exhausted. I think the same will apply to Konny. We have plenty of time to play while he does her." She unzipped her velvet jumpsuit and dropped it on the carpet. "Naughty Angela, going around all commando like that," Melissa commented at her lover's naked body. In response she quickly tossed her suit coat aside and undid the fastenings on her skirt. Angela stuck the tip of her tongue out lasciviously and went into the other bedroom. She pulled open a dresser drawer, withdrew a thigh band with a large, realistic dildo attached and strapped it on her leg. As Melissa entered, Angie tossed her a strap on dildo. "I have every reason to believe we have about two hours but I can't be sure. I'm setting the timer for thirty minutes. I'll go pull Konrad off her and take her place so you can play with the little sweetie. Give her another half hour and then he's all yours." She tried to continue but Melissa's mouth muffled her words and her probing tongue disconnected Angie's brain. Whatever she was going to say was far less important than the woman in her arms who dragged her down onto the waiting bed. When the kiss finally ended Angela rolled over on top of her lover and ran her tongue around the stiff nipples. "Mmm," Melissa sighed, "baby, you're going to put me in a quandary. With hubby all powered back up again deciding which of you to spread for will be difficult." Angie came up for air. "No it won't. We'll just put you between us. You can eat me while he fucks you or I can fuck you while he buggers you—or me, for that matter. Threesomes are hot!" "I'm looking forward to one already." While the happy scene played out in the next room, Konrad Koenig finally got himself back under control. He looked down at the young face beneath him and without missing a stroke asked "Sylvia, what are you doing here?" "Mmmm, I appear to be getting fucked." "Smart ass—smart very pretty and wiggly ass, actually. What I meant was 'why are you here'?" Sylvia closed her eyes, arched her back and cried out. After stretching out the orgasm as long as she could, she said, between pants, "Angie told me about her new drug and wanted to know if I would to be part of the first human trial. I like you a lot and I was pissed off with my ex-boyfriend so I decided to see if all those things I've hear about older men are true. And believe, me, Dr. K., they are. There is definitely fire in the furnace." Konrad withdrew and rolled over to sit on the edge of the bed. He pulled Sylvia to him and she straddled his lap, grinding herself on his still solid hard-on. She put her arms around his neck and rubbed her face against his, cooing and humming. And that was the scene Angela saw when she entered the room a half hour later. She stood silently in the door for a moment and then gestured to Melissa and pointed. It was an 'Awwwww' moment. "Do you think she's really going to go along with being had by another woman?" Melissa whispered. "The pretty thing looks so happy where she is." "One does not expand one's horizons by sitting in one place," Angela replied pedantically, "I'll go 'cut in' and send her over to you. Maybe that position is good for her." A hand on her shoulder made Sylvia look up, directly at the bare breast of her graduate advisor. "You two dance divinely," Angela whispered with a grin, "but may I cut in?" Sylvia pouted. "Is it time to switch already?" "It is. And you are waited for." Angie pointed toward the door where Melissa stood, hands on hips, with a large purple dildo protruding from her crotch. The silver haired woman lifted her chin and looked out seductively through lowered eyelids. "My dear husband has enjoyed your company I'm sure, young lady, but it's my turn to sample your wares. Come along, dear, while Angie takes her turn on the vintage stud. After all, it's her work that made this all possible." Sylvia got off Konrad's lap, reluctantly. As she approached Ms. Koening she remarked with a shy look, "I've never been with a woman before." "So I hear. But about ten years ago I could have said the same thing and all I can say now is there's a first time for everything. I'm actually sorry that I waited so long. At least you're finding out with a whole life ahead of you." She took Sylvia in her arms. Pressing breast to breast and squeezing the girl's butt she pulled her to her mouth and kissed her deeply. Sylvia could feel the lifelike silicone pressing against her belly and smelled Melissa's desire. Being kissed by a horny woman was different, she thought. When a guy kissed her he was penetrating, intrusive but this kiss enveloped her, pulled her in. Melissa was dominating submissively. It was an interesting sensation. When the kiss finally broke, Sylvia groggily looked back to see Konrad on his back being vigorously ridden. Then Melissa pulled her across the hall and into the other bedroom. Sylvia crawled up onto the bed but before she could roll on to her back she felt a hand on each hip. Kiss of the Spider Woman "Stay right there, sweetie, and spread your knees. Farther, you need to get down low so I can get at you." Sylvia complied and felt the bulbous silicone end press against her sex. She was about to lean back onto it when a sudden smack sounded as Melissa brought the flat of her hand sharp against Sylvia's butt. The woman drove in and smacked the other side. She set up a rhythm of thrust and smack, thrust and smack. Sylvia's ass reddened and the heat from the handprints spread out and down until fucking and spanking blended into a single torrent of sensation. It was too much to withstand and the girl yielded to the orgasm that went on and on and on . . . When Angie entered the room for her turn at the girl, Sylvia was curled up on the sheets with a smile on her face, sound asleep. The older woman set the timer for another thirty minutes, then spooned her body behind Sylvia's and pulled the bedspread over them both. Sylvia stirred and mumbled in her sleep as Angela wrapped an arm around her and joined her in the land of nod. Another hour found the four of them all in bed together, Konrad asleep on his back and Sylvia asleep again curled up against his left side. Angela regarded them both from atop Konrad's chest and turned to Melissa to whisper, "She asked what would happen if Konrad decided to keep her." "What kind of sleazy novels has the child been reading? 'What if he decides to keep her' indeed; however, I believe we could let her into our little band if she wants to join. She certainly is lively enough, and well within her time of maximum fertility, if I may be pointed. I also think, dear, that you need to see about recruiting more men. Even with your wonderful new product and personal tendency towards the butch, I would like to have an assortment of flesh and blood cocks to play with." Angela blushed. "I—I have stopped taking the pill so I may be carrying Konrad's child by the end of the month. And I got a call from Angus this morning. He said to tell you that he thinks your proposed experiment in omnigamous matriarchy has great promise and will gladly be a part of it, once he gets back from the Amazon." "Oh good, that will get the sperm wars off to a good start. I regret that Konrad and I didn't seem to be genetically compatible but am looking forward to having babies around. Have you consulted an architect about remodeling the farm house and building a dormitory? You know what I said about a door to the outside for each woman's bedroom and a place for the men to sleep when they're not in the mood to fuck." "Yes, ma'am, now that money will soon be no object, by Earth Day next year we should be well on our way to reforming society, bit by bit, into a more anthropologically correct model. Even the men will find that matriarchal group marriage is to their liking." Melissa beamed in approval. "And to think it will all be thanks to a particularly nasty spider. How could anyone ever have ever doubted that Mother Nature really did know best?" Kiss of the Spider Woman Pt. 02 "Kyle?" Kyle McAdams looked up from a dreary tome on social psychology to see Alfreda ("Freddi") Kornfeldt peering down at him over the top of the study carrel. She held a clipboard in one hand and a pencil in the other. "Mmm?" he answered, glad for a break from his studies. "What do you feel about femdom?" she asked guilelessly. Kyle leaned back in his chair, a very skeptical expression on his face. "I think any guy who gets turned on by humiliation and abuse needs professional help. I got bullied enough in middle school. I don't need some chick on a power trip starting in on me all over again," he snarled. Freddi was dumbfounded by the vehemence of his answer. "Kyle! It's not like that at all. It's about a loving transfer of power back and forth between the couple. It's . . ." "Bullcrap! Getting slapped around with a riding crop, chained up, verbally abused and humiliated isn't about love, at least not for a guy with any sense of dignity at all. I would never treat a chick like that and I'll see one in Hell before I let her treat me that way. Anyway, that's my answer and I still have twenty-eight pages of this drivel to absorb before class tomorrow if you don't have any more questions." "Uh, no. That's clear enough. Hey, a bunch of us are planning on going out for pizza and beer Friday night. Wanna come?" "Now you're talking!" Kyle answered more cheerfully. "Capellini's?" "Maybe," Freddi replied. "But there's this new place over on Oak Street called Dirty Dick's. Lara says the place looks like a dump but when you peek into the kitchen the place is spotless. Even the chef's apron is clean, if you can believe that. It seems worth a try. Um, they have sixteen beers on tap . . .?" Kyle looked thoughtful. "Sixteen beers on tap, huh. Capellini's only has four and none of them are particularly dark. Okay, I'm game. What time and where?" Freddi sighed to herself with relief. Maybe this could work out after all. Kyle had the hottest ass of any guy on campus, in her opinion. She would go out of her way to stand behind him in line just so she could ogle it. Unfortunately, that's all she'd managed to do since the semester began. Kyle was friendly enough but all her flirting hadn't managed to get so much as an invitation to join him for coffee. At least eating and drinking together would be a start. If it progressed to a goodnight kiss or even a hug—maybe there was hope after all. "East lobby at seven. There will be three or four cars going so there's plenty of room." Kyle pulled out his cell phone and dialed up the calendar. "East lobby—seven p.m.—pizza/beer. Got it. Thanks for the invite, Freddi" She smiled back at him. "You're welcome," she said and sat back down. ***** Professor Angela Phillips gave Freddi a pitying look. "Freddi, dear, the pencil and clipboard was a good opening ploy but then you asked him what he thought about femdom? Dearie, dearie me." "Well," Freddi whined, "Lara said it was sexier to ask it that way and that Kyle would probably be excited about the idea of thigh boots and bustiers. I never thought he would associate it with being picked on as a kid. How was I to know he'd been the designated victim in middle school?" Angie sighed. "Freddi, Lara is all about power games, hers and Josh's. This is unfortunate. If she really wants to be part of our benevolent matriarchy she's going to have to get over that. I mean this very seriously. We are not about to make the same stupid mistakes patriarchalists have been making for thousands of years. The operating word is 'benevolent' and she needs to get that clearly into her blond little head. Any young woman who joins us, and this includes you Freddi, must realize that though we intend that our families will be matrilineal and that the women should own the property, we expect them to have babies, plenty of babies. That isn't going to happen if they try and make bitches of all the men. Asking a new man what he thinks of femdom is simply asking to scare him away." Tears formed in the corners of Freddi's eyes. "I realize that now. I just—just want him so bad! Every time I see Kyle walking across campus I start to get all wet looking at his butt. I can't help it!" Angela nodded in understanding. "And you may yet be in luck. At least you got him to come along for beer and pizza Friday night. A liter or two of Dirty Dick's finest and he might be persuaded to give my aerosol a try." Freddi took a deep breath. "I'm ready. I'm off the pill and it's been two weeks since my period. If he gets me Friday I should be knocked up." "Oh, no you don't, young lady! Just because we are forming our communal matriarchy doesn't mean we treat men as sperm banks. You get pregnant by him and whether or not you want it, Child Welfare will go after him for child support and I can't imagine a faster way to make an otherwise sensible and responsible young man hate you from the bottom of his heart. I've been looking at his records. He is a very sensible and responsible young man. His work is always either on time or early, well done and his grades are respectable. Once he decides on a major he will be quite the successful student so I am convinced that he will be a sensible and responsible father—in time! However, as always there is no guarantee. He may be sensible and responsible but he also seems to be just a little bit—touchy—proud and touchy. I really must question your attempts at seduction. Have you ever considered just telling him how you feel?" ***** As Angela cautioned, things did not go well at Dirty Dick's. Though the choice of beers was very good and the pizza was excellent, Kyle was very restrained in his drinking. Apparently he preferred to savor his duenkel rather than quaffing it. Finally around nine he announced, "Well, folks, it's been a great evening but I have a paper due next week that I am only getting started on. Where's the nearest bus stop and does anyone know when the next one comes by?" "Hey, no problem there," Angus McLaren stood up, "I'll run you back to the dorms. No reason to stand waiting for a bus in the dark. Anyone else need a lift?" "M—me," Freddi replied. "I ought to be getting back, too." She stuck her hand in the pocket of her parka and gave the squeeze bottle in it a hopeful pat. Kyle was a long way from tipsy but perhaps she could just use feminine wiles on him. And if they didn't work tonight, at least she and Kyle had had their first 'date' and since he did appear to have had a good time, others might follow. As they drove back to campus Angus asked, "So, Kyle, what are you majoring in?" "So far I'm undeclared," came the answer, "but since this is the last semester I can do that I'll probably go for Entrepreneurship. It seems to be something that should be saleable all over the place and it's kind of interesting. What's yours?" "I'm finishing up my senior thesis in Primatology. I'll probably have my orals done and get my paperwork turned in early enough to get into the doctoral program by June. Once I've got my PhD I'll become Professor Koenig's post-doc in his bonobo research. It's kind of an unspoken agreement that when he retires I'll take his place and continue his field research." Kyle was surprised. "What? You don't have to go hunting for an opening? I thought tenure track positions were scarcer than hens' teeth." "Well, it's a private college. Things are different here." ***** Back at the dorms, Kyle offered to walk Freddi to her wing. Happy to accept she wrapped herself around his left arm and snuggled there all the way across the quad. She was slipping into a warm fuzzy daydream when Kyle started growling through his teeth. "Gawd, Josh is an idiot! He sat there and let Lara tell him what to do, what to eat, how to do it all evening long and acted like he thought it was funny. Doesn't that fool realize he's being set up for a lifetime of hen-pecking? Jerk!" Realization dawned. "Kyle, you don't really have a paper to write, do you? You just wanted to get away from the scene." "No," he sighed, "I don't. And you're right. I just couldn't stand it watching that lummox act like some stupid Newfoundland puppy, begging for tidbits of approval from a bitch who just thinks he's her playtoy. Whatever happened to self-respect?" Now Freddi was in a dilemma. She could hardly defend the other couple without alienating Kyle and letting him in on their personal kink was gossip. She aimed for a neutral response. "It'd be a funny old world if we were all alike." Kyle turned thoughtful. "True, I suppose," he sighed, "And I admit I don't know what their personal dynamic is when they're alone. Hell, she might be one of those women who get their kicks being tied up and hung from a hook on the wall. Not the sort of thing I'd like but if that's what rocks their boat, it's their relationship. I just like the idea of a more equal, more eyeball to eyeball route." Freddi's ears perked up. Suddenly the conversation was taking a turn she might put to use. "Is that 'equal' as in 'missionary position looking into each other's eyes' or 'equal' as in 'taking turns'?" Kyle stopped in his tracks. A puzzled look crossed his aquiline features. "How do you take turns?" Freddi's nose wrinkled into a mischievous grin. "Chicks can wear strap-on's you know." "Oh, no. Now we're back to femdom, leather and chains, riding crops and all that shit again. No. No way is that equal." Now Freddi was getting annoyed. "Kyle, you must watch too much internet porn. That sort of silly B.S. is just what sells subscriptions to porn sites. Most people don't really do that—at least that's what Professor Phillips says. According to her a chick with a strap-on can be just as loving and affectionate as a guy with a hard-on—or just as abusive. It's all in the attitude." Kyle raised a skeptical eyebrow as he looked down at Freddi. "And you know about this how?" Freddi stuck her nose in the air imperiously. "I don't kiss and tell. What goes on in my dorm room stays in my dorm room. You want to find out; you have to ask me nicely." Kyle started walking again across the quad toward Freddi's dormitory. "Yanno," he remarked offhandedly, "I'm not one hundred per cent convinced I really want to know. I may just be perfectly happy to wallow in my ignorance. It is supposed to be blissful, after all." Freddi fingered the squeeze bottle in her pocket again. "Whaddya wanna bet I could change your mind?" "No dice, Freddi," Kyle drawled, "I've been burned twice before. You're sexy and cute but I'm not getting distracted again. Once I'm graduated, I'll think about playing around but not until then." Freddi stepped back in astonishment. "You're going to say celibate until you graduate? Kyle, I can't believe that. Are you staying in the closet or something?" "No, I'm just not as hot to trot as lots of other guys. Having a low libido is just as normal as a high one and mine has been so battered a couple of times I'm happier playing Lonesome George. Anyway, here's your dorm, Freddi. Want to meet for lunch tomorrow?" Again Freddi was in a dilemma. He'd called her 'cute and sexy' and invited her to lunch. It might not be the most romantic date she could imagine but at least it was a date with the guy who turned her on most. But there was the problem. He turned her on but she didn't seem to turn him on, at least not enough. What to do? "I sleep pretty late on Saturday, Kyle. How about brunch? The Pub does a very respectable chicken and waffles . . ." "Chicken and waffles—brunch . . . Alright, ten late enough? Any later than that and I'll be ready to eat the table." Internally Freddi sighed with relief. "Ten at The Pub, then." She leaned up and gave him an affectionate peck on the cheek and got a warm hug in response. Maybe the night wasn't a complete failure after all. ***** "No, Freddi, I don't think Kyle suffers from reduced libido," Angela looked thoughtful, "I think the poor guy has apparently been very badly hurt some time in the past—several times from the way you describe him. If you really want him in bed with you I suspect that you're going to have to be very supportive and reassuring. This is happening a lot these days, you know. So many young men are trying to be the feminist's alleged ideal 'sensitive New Age Guy' they never figure out how to be men. As I asked before, have you ever considered just telling him how you feel and what you want to do? My guess is that he'd be inordinately grateful that some woman was being honest instead of manipulative." Freddi leaned back in her chair in the professor's office. "Is that what you think might be the problem? I can see how he'd react badly to Lara's silly games with Josh if being manipulated in the past got him hurt. I wonder what happened." The old woman sniffed. "Well, for heaven's sake, don't ask him! All this balderdash about helping someone 'get it off his chest' is just that, balderdash. Instead of helping all it seems to do, really, is make him relive the pain all over again. Who needs that?" "So you think I should find a good time to just tell him that I'm hot for his bod, want to climb his frame, get fucked silly in all three holes and maybe even return the favor? I've got a whole collection of dildos I could stick in a harness." "Didn't he tell you he wasn't interested in that sort of thing?" Angela asked sternly. Freddi sagged a little. "He did—but I think he just has the wrong idea about it. I don't want to take him over; I want to make love to him the way I want him to make love to me. Is that so threatening?" Professor Phillips looked up at the wall clock and stood up to indicate that their time was over. "Not to me, no. But to a young man, and remember he's about two years younger than you are, it could well be. Be honest and straightforward, Freddi, but be subtle and watch your timing. By the way, how were the chicken and waffles?" ***** The next Friday night the group was back at Dirty Dick's and Josh was once again being a buffoon, essentially because Lara wanted him to. Kyle sat off to one side with a large sausage and onion thick crust chewing and shaking his head in disgust. "I swear," he said to Freddi after swallowing the mouthful, "that dude really needs something—something to fire him up, make him throw Lara over his shoulder and carry her off. He really needs to fuck her 'til she begs him to stop. That would put them back on the right track." "You mean something like that new stuff on the market, Vigorilla?" Freddi raised an enquiring eyebrow. "Vigorilla?" Kyle looked back at her dubiously. "Never heard of it. What is it, some sort of super Viagra?" Freddi closed her eyes with a smile and nodded slowly. "It's a combination of PL-6983 and a derivative of the toxin from a Brazilian spider. It will fire a guy up like nothing before. Aphrodisiac and iron bar, hour-long hard-on in one easy package." Kyle blinked owlishly. "You're kidding? There really is something like this? I'll bet it's prescription only." Freddi wrinkled her nose. "Normally, yes. But if you happen to be joining a commune with the inventor, that's merely a formality. I've got some right here in my pocket. See?" She produced the squeeze bottle she'd been carrying for a week. In the dim light of Dirty Dick's the small print was hard to read but the directions were straightforward and clear. Squeeze sharply into each nostril while inhaling. Use only once in any twenty-four hour period. If the erection lasts more than four hours seek medical assistance. A wickedly evil grin crossed Kyle's features. "You gonna give him a shot of that? Man, I want to see this!" Freddi leaned close, breathing softly in Kyle's ear, "I'd really rather use it on you, baby. I want you inside me, Kyle. I want suck you, ride you and have you shove that hard cock of yours up my ass and make me squeal." Kyle's jaw dropped in astonishment and as he started to take a breath to reply, the girl swiftly laid the tip of the bottle next to his nose and with perfect timing shot a dose into him. Then she grinned widely. "You've got about fifteen minutes before you start tearing my clothes off, stud, so we'd better take the Kawasaki back to the dorm quick. Come on, I've got a spare helmet." Freddi had been wrong, Kyle thought as he sat behind her on the big bike. It's already working. I can feel it already. Damn her! By the time they arrived at the dorms Kyle was shaking with rage. He climbed off the back of the bike and snarled at her, "Goddamit, Freddi, I'm tempted to file charges of attempted date rape!" Freddi's lower lip stuck out and started to quiver. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the squeeze bottle and handed it over. "I lied to you, Kyle. Here, taste it. It's just distilled water. I can't help it, Kyle, I just want you so bad . . ." Kyle was thunderstruck. "Distilled—water? But—but I'm horny as a three-ball tomcat. Oh! Placebo effect. I just believed it would work and—it did." "I'm sorry, Kyle." Tears leaked down Freddi's cheeks. "I didn't want to make you mad—I guess I just don't know how to approach guys. Can you forgive me?" Kyle took a deep breath and let it out slowly. As he did all the lust he'd felt drained away. He looked at Freddi with an exasperated, almost despairing look. "You—want—me? Sure, Freddi, you're forgiven for the dirty trick but—but why? Why didn't you just say so? What is it about women that they think they always have to manipulate guys into doing things? Isn't there an honest bone in any of your bodies?" Freddi saw the tears of rage and frustration starting to leak from his eyes and collapsed into sobs. Unable to stop himself, Kyle wrapped his arms around her and held on, the two them shaking in mutual wretchedness. When the grief finally subsided, Kyle handed Freddi his handkerchief. She took it with trembling hands, wiped her eyes and blew her nose. Then she reached into her purse and handed him, in turn, a packet of tissues. Silently they walked over to the bus stop bench and sat down side by side. "Fine pair of hot lovers we make!" Freddi said ruefully. Kyle put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. With his other hand he stroked her hair in what he hoped was a comforting way. "I've done the hot lover scene. It's not all it's cracked up to be. I think I'm more the curl up on the couch and snuggle type." "You want to just snuggle?" Freddi sounded hopeful. "I've got a couch in my dorm room. We could just put on some quiet music . . ." He kissed the top of her head. "To be honest, that sounds good. And yes, I'd like to—maybe next weekend? Right now I don't think I'm up for much more than going to sleep." "Friday?" Freddi was trying to be encouraging without seeming to be pressing the issue. "Yeah, Friday night sounds good." Kyle gave her one final squeeze and then stood up to leave. "I meant what I said, Freddi, you're cute and sexy. If we take it slow we might even make it together if you think I'm that attractive. But it's like I said, I've been burned too badly too often." He ruffled her hair and walked, turning once to wave. ***** Dinner Friday was a long ways from Dirty Dick's. Kyle didn't even want to be on the same block with Lara and Josh so he directed Freddi to Horvath's and introduced her to Hungarian cooking and Riesling wine. An hour or so later, completely stuffed with catfish and potatoes, homemade sauerkraut with apples and onions, hot bread and blueberry blintzes the couple was, as promised, curled up on Freddi's sofa listing to Frank Sinatra. They'd started out sitting together but after a while Freddi skootched away and pulled Kyle's head down onto her lap. She just sat there stroking his hair for a while then playfully bent down and brushed the tip of his nose with her breast. That's when Kyle realized that under her sweater she was braless. She winked and did it again and this time he snapped at it with his lips. Freddi giggled. Kiss of the Spider Woman Pt. 02 "May I unbutton you shirt? I've never seen you with your shirt off. You can see mine if I can see yours." Kyle sat up. "Freddi Kornfeldt, you are one persistent person. Is it the bonobo research? I've heard that bonobo females are pretty dominant." "No, bonobo females are very equal. They get aggressive when males get coercive but that's not common. I'm persistent because you turn me on. Really, Kyle, you do. Whenever you pass by in the library or the Commons I can't help but stop what I'm doing and watch you go by, especially your ass. I want you, Mr. McAdams. You wanted me to just say so and now I have. And I know you've been burned and I've been told in no uncertain terms not to ask what they did to you so I won't. The ball's in your court, now." Kyle was struck dumb. He'd been asking for simple honesty and now that he was confronted with it he really didn't know how to respond. He opened his mouth, shut it, opened it again and shut it again. Finally with the slightest of shrugs he took Freddi's face in his hands and leaned forward for a long, soft kiss. Freddi's tension and anxiety flowed away as she melted into his arms. If nothing else happened tonight (and she fervently hoped it would) she'd at least gotten Kyle to kiss her and, as it continued for minutes, kiss her thoroughly. When it finally broke she looked up at him with shining eyes and whispered, "You could spend the night. The bed's big enough for two if they're really—snuggly. We don't even have to do anything but cuddle and sleep if that's what you want. Hmm?" To her surprise it was and they did. ***** The next morning, after a stop at Kyle's dorm for a change of clothes, Freddi motored out into the country and up a long gravel road to what looked like two very large farmhouses that sat on either side of a low building in the midst of a verdant vegetable garden. There was an extensive fruit orchard behind. Freddi rolled the big Kawasaki to a stop and killed the engine. The two dismounted and hung their helmets from the handlebars. About that time Kyle noticed something strange about the houses. Both had what looked like a stair and a door going into each room of the first floor. He turned to Freddi. "I'm sure there's a logical explanation for the architecture?" She giggled. "Yup. That's the men's dorm and this is the women's house. Each woman has a bedroom and a nursery of her own with a door to the outside. Children's rooms are on the second floor and there's a big common room in the center. Traditionally, men aren't allowed inside until after dark and they have a similar setup over on the other side of the dining hall, minus the nurseries and kiddy-quarters, of course. Women traditionally aren't allowed in the men's house at all." "I don't understand." "Have you ever heard of the Mosuo? They're a Chinese ethnic group that practices complete free love and they are kind of a matriarchy. That's what we're trying to emulate here, at least I mean 'we' when I join—if they let me." Kyle raised an eyebrow. "A matriarchy? I'm sure Lara is all over that idea." Freddi shook her head. "Uh-uh. One reason I haven't been approved is because Lara and I put in together and Dr. Phillips has grave doubts about her. See, what you don't understand and what Dr. Phillips disapproves of is that Lara bosses Josh around constantly in public so that in private he can discipline her for it." "Discipline? As in . . ." "Uh-huh. Remember what you said about being tied up and hung from a hook on the wall? That's just a beginning. Definitely not my kind of kink at all! I had to move out of the apartment and get back into the dorms because it creeped me out so bad. Lara says it's not abusive but I have my doubts." Kyle shuddered. "So you can't join if Lara isn't let in?" Freddi sighed. "No, it's just that I'm getting an extra thorough vetting because she's my friend. I'll get in eventually because Professor Koenig is pushing for me and he's Professor Phillips' lover but it hasn't happened yet." "Professor Koenig is Dr. Phillips' lover? Does Mrs. Koenig know?" Freddi grimaced. "Of course! They're a triad. Mrs. Koenig is the matriarch of the commune and Dr. Phillips is the treasurer. After all, it was her invention that funded this place. Once the human trials are over this place will be the richest commune in history." "Human trials of . . ." "Vigorilla, silly man. Once Dr. Phillips got the formula straight the pharmaceutical industry was dumbfounded and the FDA was gobsmacked. We still have to wait another year but when it's approved? Wow!" "You mean it's real? You weren't just playing with me?" Freddi closed her eyes and turned away slowly. "No, Kyle, that was distilled water, honest. The real thing is supposed to be utterly amazing but I can't get any until the guy I would be with asks for it." Kyle sat back down on the bike seat, a wondering, thoughtful look on his face. "An hour-long erection . . ." Freddi looked at him out of the corner of her eye, mischief beginning to play across her freckled features. "Mm-hmm, at least that's what Dr. Phillips says and Mrs. Koenig winked when she said it. I think that's why Dr. Phillips has a three-year old." "What? Dr. Koenig? But he's nearly seventy." Kyle jaw dropped at the thought. "Yup, but he seems to be keeping both his wife and his mistress very, very happy." "And you can get some if your 'date' asks for it?" Freddi sat down on Kyle's knees and held his face in her hands. "Yes, Kyle, I can. And if you want it I will. And you can take it and just ream me blue. You can pound me into the mattress, make me deep throat you until my eyes bug and bugger me until I squeal—and I can get it just by walking up those steps over there with you. Then you tell Angela Phillips that you want it. Shall we?" Kyle thought back to the abuse he'd taken when his stamina hadn't met the 'standards' previous girlfriends had demanded. It wasn't that there was anything wrong with him, his doctor had assured him, but the experience had been traumatic enough to make him swear to celibacy, at least until he graduated. But Freddi was offering him near-transhuman performance and wanted him to demonstrate it on her. The temptation was great. Freddi saw the indecision in his eyes and breathed soft and warm into his ear. She laid one hand on his thigh and slowly walked the fingers up his thigh then started to stroke the fly on his jeans. "C'mon, Kyle," she teased, "how often do you get a chance to play superman?" "Okay, but where do we make it? The sun isn't down and besides, you said you weren't a member, yet." "There's a picnic area down by the creek," Freddi purred, "I packed us a lunch in the saddle-bags and a blanket. Hardly anyone is on the property today. The commune only has a handful of members so far and we're nearly guaranteed no one else will show up." Now her hand was stroking him up and down, making his manhood stand up and pay attention. "Okay, I want it." Kyle knew the die was cast now. He hoped this time things would go better. Freddi kissed him on the cheek and they scampered up the steps of the women's house. A handful of minutes later the couple hopped back down and then onto the bike. "Helmet up, stud," she commanded with a grin, "your life is about to take a major turn for the better." Freddi had been right. The grassy nook was in the bend of the creek and practically invisible from the road. She'd unfolded the blanket and once Kyle unpacked the simple picnic she reached into her pocket and pulled out a squeeze bottle. "Honey, this takes about fifteen to twenty minutes to work so shoot a squeeze in one nostril and while we wait we can eat. As I understand it, you'll start feeling kind of tingly in the crotch and then it comes on pretty strong so I'll just get naked now." Kyle had been unwrapping a package of cold chicken when Freddi began to—it wasn't anything Las Vegas would recognize as a formal striptease but more of a saucy slither. Leather jacket unzipped and let drop onto the grass, T-shirt slowly pulled up over her head, jeans unzipped at the cuff above the leather boots and then shimmied out of. She did turn her back to unfasten her bra and let it slip off her shoulders and then she inched her bikini panties down over her butt inch by inch. Her 'dance' froze Kyle in mid-unwrap and brought a flush to his face. Freddi winked over her shoulder at him. "You, Kyle McAdams, are going to have me but good, I suspect. I wonder if you really needed the Vigorilla at all." She reached out and patted his cheek before helping herself to a bowl of potato salad. Kyle chewed the cold, juicy chicken thigh with his mind a swirl of sensations. The flavor of the chicken, the scent of meadow around him, the burbling of the creek, the view of Freddi's soft, desirable peach-colored body and above all the odd feelings going on inside his body all came together and ganged up on his rational thought. The man had been horny before, often enough, and he'd felt feverish on occasion. This was the first time, though, that he'd felt arousal and feverish at the same time. In fact it was almost as though the fever was making him horny. If the Vigorilla was causing it, fifteen minutes was a wild overestimate. Freddi looked up at him over the top of her peach and seeing how flushed his face was, finished it off and wiped her face. "You look ready, sweetie. I know I am." She leaned back on her elbows, spread her knees, planted her feet on the blanket and lifted her pelvis. Kyle saw how puffy and moist her labia were and licked his lips nervously. "Here it is, sweetie," Freddi crooned, "you know you want it and it's all yours." Kyle fumbled his belt buckle and the fly on his 501's but he finally got them down around his knees. The Vigorilla lived up to its billing. Never in his life had he been so engorged and stiff. It was almost, but not quite, painful. He threw his shirt off over his head and fairly dove onto Freddi, entering her with such force that she grunted and them murmured, "Oh gawd!" As he thrust in and out like a piston Freddi dug her nails into his back, threw her head back and muttered a long, "Yessss . . .!" and met each stroke with one of her own. It was sex like she'd dreamed of but never quite achieved and she was sure Kyle felt the same way—or would when he could think again. After all, it was well known that men only had enough blood to activate one of his heads . . . But in Kyle's case this was untrue. Engrossed as he was in the pleasure of the moment, one distant corner of his brain was astonished at what was happening. What felt like an innocent squirt of nasal spray had turned him into something resembling a porn star. His cock was so engorged he was sure it was longer and thicker than ever in his life and he knew darned well it was harder. If this was what Freddi wanted she was far more than the cute little flirt he thought he knew. Obviously this was one seriously carnal woman. The idea would have been intimidating under normal circumstances but the Vigorilla had turned him into just what she wanted, if the moans, chirps, wails and thrashings beneath him were any indication. He's as hard as a glass dildo, Freddi thought to herself, ,I.and the best part is he's self-powered!. As the time passed she went from orgasm to repeated orgasms to a rolling orgasm where no sooner did she come down from one than another struck her. Whatever happened after this she would have this day burned in her memory. All the frustration leading up to this moment had been well worth it. She had the man she wanted most where she wanted him most and that was all that mattered. Half a dozen positions and sixty sweaty minutes late, Kyle lay on his back on the blanket, panting. Freddi lay full length on his chest with her face in her hands and gazed down at him happily. "My superman! So what do you think of that stuff, baby? Want another go tomorrow? Angela says that just like the other male enhancing drugs you aren't supposed to take it more than once in twenty-four hours." Kyle smiled ruefully up at her. "Good thing. A man could die of heart failure or something trying to keep that up. I'm not even sure I'll be up to it tomorrow. Besides there are such things as classes to study for. Can we set a date for Saturday?" ***** Professor Phillips smiled benignly at a blissed out Freddi. "So have you learned anything about communicating with men from all this? You simply told Kyle how you felt and he responded just the way you wanted." "Mm-hmm." Freddi was still smiling forty-eight hours after the 'picnic'. "Does it raise my chances for getting into the commune?" Angela chuckled. "No, it settles the issue. The leadership committee voted unanimously to let you move your things into whichever room you want Saturday morning. And if you ask him nicely, I'm sure Kyle will help you move. We're not going to play any silly games about men 'only after dark'. I have no idea what the point of that would be." "How about Lara?" Freddi asked. "Lara has withdrawn her application. Apparently playing edgy games with Josh is too important to give up for membership. I did recommend that they join one of the more responsible BDSM groups in the area. Those two really need mentoring before something terrible happens. Even if it's only accidental, Josh really doesn't need to have anything like death or maiming hanging over his head for the rest of his life. He's a good young man, if impulsive and naïve." Angela shook her head in concern. "Once I'm an official member would it be okay for me to have Kyle's baby?" Dr. Phillips looked dubious. "I don't know. Is it okay with Kyle if you have his baby? He does have some say in this, even in a matriarchy. It would be better if he joined, too, and I'm not aware that he has shown any inclination to do so. Do not be in a hurry, Freddi." ***** A few days later, Kyle was savoring an early morning cappuccino in the student café and staring out the window at the shaded quad. He was still feeling the warm afterglow of his sex with Freddi the previous Saturday and was just a little oblivious to his surroundings. So he startled a bit when she came up behind him, wrapped her arms around his chest, nuzzled his cheek and whispered, "Good morning, Sweetie. How's my superman this morning?" "Oh, hi, Freddi. I'm great. How are you? Want to sit down and I'll get you some coffee. Mine needs a refill so I may as well get two while I'm up." She plopped down in the seat next to him instead of sitting across. "Sure, I'll take one. Make it just like yours." Once they were both back at the table and sipping the sweet brew, Freddi smiled up at Kyle and asked, "Mind if I ask a favor? I've been accepted in the commune and Angus is bringing his truck to help me move out of the dorms. I've also got some stuff in storage so it will go faster if several of us join in. Peggy's coming with Angus and if you help we can get it all done in one afternoon." Kyle grinned. "Which afternoon? I've got Western Civ after lunch on Wednesday and Intro to Microeconomics at 2:30 Thursday. I'm open on Friday if that's soon enough." Freddi patted his hand. "Friday is fine. I've still got to put some stuff in boxes before the move, anyway, so there's no rush. I'll treat for pizza afterwards—and maybe some personal dessert? Angus and Peggy will naturally go to her rooms after we eat so I can entertain my stud?" She lowered her chin and looked at him seductively from under half-closed eyelids. Kyle's eyebrows shot up. "Fredericka Kornfeldt, you are one horny little minx. It's a date." "Thanks, Kyle." She leaned forward, kissed him gently and stroked his hair. No, she thought, it's not a date. It's the beginning of a courtship. You just don't know it yet. ***** With the truck loaded, Peggy climbed on the back of Freddi's bike and Kyle climbed into the cab with Angus. As they drove down the country roads toward the commune, the radio filling the air with classical jazz, Kyle turned to his companion and asked, "Angus, Freddi said something about you and Peggy being part of the commune. Is that right?" "Oh, heck yeah," the bigger man laughed through his beard, "I signed on before it was anything but a dream. Peggy came on board as soon as Angela explained the system. She's an anthro major with an emphasis on Chinese tribal peoples and knew exactly how things go with the Mosuo. If you read the hype it sounds like one giant orgy but that isn't it at all. Yes, any woman can invite any man to come and have sex with her, technically, but lots of the couples are as monogamous as Westerners, maybe more so. It's mostly about a political/economic way of equalizing the wealth and the power. The women own everything that holds still—the buildings and the land, and men everything that moves—the machinery and the livestock. That put Angela's nose just a bit out of joint because that meant she no longer owns her collection of ghastly arachnids but Melissa insisted and since she's the senior woman in their triad, what she says goes." Kyle thought about that for a while. "Uh, are you and Peggy one of the monogamous couples?" Angus waggled his bushy eyebrows lecherously. "For a given value of monogamous, I suppose. But the women seem to uniformly swing both ways and if Peggy wants to get it on with Sylvia I'm not averse to going visiting. Besides, if a lady invites you in, it's only good manners to accept." A sudden vision crossed Kyle's mind and his eyes widened, aghast. "I have this vision of Mrs. Koenig inviting me in." he croaked. "I'm not sure I'm up to having sex with a woman old almost old enough to be my grandmother. Fortunately, it would be unlikely to happen." It was quiet for a long time on Angus' side of the cab and then he spoke. "Melissa Koenig has been teaching yoga longer than either of us has been alive. She is lithe, toned and flexible beyond your wildest dreams and is, to put it crudely, as fine a piece of ass as any man could hope to get into. And yes, I know this personally." Kyle did a double take. "You do?" "Kyle," the reply came dryly, "Freddi has used the magic nasal spray on you, hasn't she?" "Uh, yeah . . ." "First time I ever encountered it, we'd just finished dinner in a big tent while construction was going on. Angela had just gotten it the way she wanted and told me I was going to be the guinea pig. Well, I'd had a beer or two and sort of laughed it off. Wrong answer! A shot up my nose and—well, you know the feelings. Peggy laughed and put her arm in Sylvia's. Angela went to sit on Konrad's lap and Melissa raised an eyebrow and waved her finger for me to follow her back to her tent. We fucked for an hour—sometimes in positions I wouldn't have thought possible. Yes, I have sex with Melissa whenever she invites me. Sometimes I ask. Heck, we've even taken to including Peggy but I won't go into details on that. Freddi wants you to join. I'll back you if you want to but understand, McAdams, everything is consensual—for a given value of consent. We do like playing with each other's libidinal chemistry so if that isn't your thing, be warned." ***** With Freddi's apartment moved in enough to be livable, Angus and Peggy went off to her quarters leaving Kyle alone with Freddi. She snuggled up next to him with a mischievous wrinkle in her nose and suggested, "Since we're both hot and sweaty from moving all this stuff, why don't we take a shower. We can put the clothes in the washer and while we're waiting for them to wash and dry climb into bed. Mmmm?" Kyle wrapped his arm around his lover and whispered, "But if we get in bed we'll just get hot and sweaty again." "Not this time." Freddi winked, "You made love to me last time so now it's my turn to make love to you. I give pretty good head, if I do say so myself." Kiss of the Spider Woman Pt. 02 Kyle considered the idea. "Don't you want me to eat you out or anything first?" "I don't want you to do anything but lay back and enjoy, Kyle. I get just as much pleasure out of making you cum as you do with me. Stop trying to load the responsibility on yourself. It's okay to be passive and luxurious sometimes." She started unbuttoning his shirt. "Here, baby, I'll be the aggressor. You just let me take the lead and I'll make you so happy you won't stop smiling until tomorrow morning." It was an odd sensation, Kyle thought later, to be undressed by a woman. Certainly it was arousing even without her caressing each part of him she exposed. She breathed warmly in his ear and kissed her way down his neck and across his shoulders while she pulled his shirt down his arms and then playfully used it to pinion his hands behind his back. "I'll bet you would be really turned on if I tied you up and had my way with you," Freddi said with a chuckle just before letting him loose and pulling him to his feet. She dropped to her knees behind him and undid his belt and blue jeans and pulled them down with his briefs. When his buttocks came into view she kissed them the same way she'd done his shoulders and then ran her tongue, tickling gently up and down the cleft between them. She pushed him back onto the bed and pulled his sandals and Levi's and when he was naked, pulled him back on his feet. Slowly she walked around him, looking him up and down but when he tried to reach out and pull her close she gently caught his wrists and murmured, "Ah-ah! I'm the one doing all the work, honey. You are just letting it all happen and having fun with it." Freddi took his hand and led him into the bathroom and gently pushed him into the shower. Then she began to dance. To music only she could hear she swayed and swung, pulling her clothes off a piece at a time. When she was finally naked, Freddi picked up a large natural sponge and thrusting her pelvis forward stepped into the shower with Kyle. "How do you like my new wax job, sweetie? Don't answer; I can see you like it just fine. Now remember, you are the passive one here so all you get to do is soap me off with the sponge. Only the sponge! No hands; that's for me to do. Now get me all clean." Struggling for self-control, Kyle lathered up the big sponge and soaped Freddi all over. She had to catch his hands a couple of times when he impulsively reached to grope her as he washed particularly tempting parts but at last she moved under the shower head and rinsed off. "Now," she whispered, "it's my turn. Face the wall, honey, and put your hands up flat against it. Don't move. I'm gonna get you all clean and then I'm gonna make love to you." She pushed his face and chest against the warm tile and started to sponge him off. But when it came to the more intimate parts of his body Freddi discarded the sponge and lathered Kyle thoroughly with her hands. Kyle was used to stroking himself off with soap but getting rimmed with a soapy finger was new. It was—exciting! Once she had him clean to her satisfaction, the girl grabbed the hand set and rinsed him off. Then she dropped to her knees behind him and spreading his buttocks began to lick and probe his ass with an impertinent tongue. Kyle groaned and when she pushed the tip just inside him, gasped. By now he was fully erect and longing for release. He heard her giggle behind him as she stood up. There was a pause and then one soapy hand began to stroke his manhood and the other started paying attention to his butt. Suddenly a thumb entered him and began to rub his prostate. Kyle had never felt anything like this before and he moaned his appreciation. Pressing herself against his side Freddi seized his earlobe in her teeth. "Be owned, mister," she breathed and stroked faster fore and aft until he erupted all over the shower wall. Ten minutes later, now dry and lying on Freddi's queen-size bed, Kyle looked down at the teasing little face lying across his chest. "So," she asked with a smirk, "was that good for you?" "Fredericka Kornfeldt, you are evil, just evil. Taking advantage of a younger man like that—you should be ashamed of yourself." She snorted. "Guess again. You make love to me and send me to the moon so it's only fair that I should do the same to you. And if the stories Peggy tells are true, Melissa and Angela are quite firm about how we women should take care of the men. If you join you can expect small but intense orgies on occasion. Both of them are lusty and lustful women who appreciate men in all their aspects. Masterful or submissive, they like you guys either way. Both ways, in fact." Kyle snorted back. "Sure. And just what would I do here? I'm no bio/ag major. I know nothing about farming or pharmacology. I'd be just a more or less strong back with a weak mind in a place like this." Freddi scooted up and loomed over him, breasts swaying beneath her. "Guess a third time. You want to major in entrepreneurship? The only business the commune has at present is the rights to Vigorilla. We've got over two hundred acres of orchards full of fruit that right now is going to waste. What we need is someone with an eye for the main chance who can take all this produce and make it produce money. Just because we're a commune doesn't mean we have delusions of monastic poverty vows. The more money we have the more good things we can do for the community. Trust me on this, Kyle, join us and you'll have plenty of interesting challenges, plenty of material goodies and all the sex you can handle. And we've got the wherewithal to make sure you can handle a lot. Now get dressed, it's dinner time." ***** A week later Kyle was back in the library study carrels but this time the shelf across the top was a tightly packed bookshelf. More books were piled up on either side of the desktop with his laptop, his pad and his smartphone were all lit up and working. So engrossed was the young man that when he jumped when a voice behind him asked, "Kyle McAdam?" Turning around Kyle saw a fit, attractive, forty-ish woman looking down at him benignly. "Yes, I'm Kyle and I know who you are, Professor Phillips. What can I do for you?" Angela Phillips looked over Kyle's shoulder at all the resources spread out in front of him. "Well," she began, "you can tell me what all this is." Kyle blushed. "Uh, Freddi asked me to think about joining your commune but I couldn't think what use I'd be until I started looking at google maps of the land. It occurred to me that a fully integrated organic farm could be pretty profitable so I started looking into possibilities." Angela smiled. "Good for you," she began, "but I'd like to point out that Finals are coming and getting lost in dreams of an Arcadian idyll won't do your GPA any good. So leave all these here. I'll have the staff put them aside on my faculty loan and keep them for you until the semester is over. What are you doing this summer?" Kyle's face fell. "Yeah, that's another reason for not getting wrapped up in this stuff. I still need to find a job." "No, you don't. What you need to do is move out to the commune and do an analysis of the possibilities you've been thinking about. Do it on site, so to speak. That way you can put the whole idea together and sometime during the summer present it formally to the directors. You get free room and board and we'll pay you enough to get you through the next school year. Deal?" "Are you kidding? Done deal! I mean—thanks a million, Dr. Phillips." The older woman smiled and patted his cheek. "I'm only Dr. Phillips here on campus. On the farm you can call me Angela." ***** July was approaching its end by the time Kyle had his proposal all set up. The orchards would be seeded in birds-trefoil clover which would provide pasture for both bees and for sheep. The products would be clover and fruit honey, market lambs, sheep's milk cheese, wool, mead and orchard products ranging from fresh fruit to ciders to jams and jellies. It all looked very feasible, especially since the licenses on Vigorilla would finance the entire thing. He was feeling quite pleased with himself when he came into the dining hall, freshly showered and shaved after a long day in the jeep and on the computer. "Kyle, come sit with us," Angela waved him over. The first thing that caught Kyle's eye as he approached was her that her gauzy peasant blouse was worn over nothing. Full breasts with dark nipples peaked out at him through the filmy fabric and as soon as she saw that he was staring at them, she shimmied, making them bob back and forth. When he took the chair beside hers she shook her finger at him. "Ah-ah! I said sit with me, not near me. Better yet, spread your knees, I'll sit on one and you can ogle my boobs while we eat." Kyle was mildly stunned but from across the table, Konrad Koenig chuckled. "Get used to it, lad," he said between mouthfuls, "Angie is quite forward about her desires and since it's obvious she wants you tonight all I can do is offer my congratulations. You're in for a great ride, however you get it." Angela settled herself on Kyle's lap and then leaned forward and rubbed one gauze covered breast against his cheek. "Yes, you are, dear man. You've been working almost non-stop for a month and even Freddi hasn't been able to tempt you away from it. Not that I think she's trying very hard," Angela shot a disapproving look at Fredericka. "Not my fault!" Freddi protested. "I want him to feel accomplished so he'll want to join. Once he's a member . . ." Angela leaned down and whispered, "Once you're a member she wants your babies, Kyle. And we hope you oblige. I might, too, but tonight is just for the fun of it. Here, take your Vigorilla like a good stud and when we're done eating we'll all three go back to my room and you can tear our clothes off." Freddi slipped onto the bench next to Kyle and rubbed her shoulder against his. She looked saucily at him through lowered eyelids. "Ooo, I like the idea of a threesome. How kinky are you, Kyle?" Kyle's face darkened as he muttered, "Not kinky enough, at least according to some." Freddi opened her mouth to ask what he meant but shut it again when Angela shot her a look. The older woman stroked Kyle's hair affectionately. "Honey," she said, "we use a broad range of 'normal' here and you can just pick and choose what you want to do—or have done. No pressure and no demands, Kyle. All we want is love and we already know you've got that." She kissed him lightly then reached over and picked up a chicken strip and held it to his mouth and waited for him to chew it up and swallow before holding the Vigorilla spray to his nose. "I'm not sure fifteen minutes is enough to do justice to chicken that good, Angela. Could we wait until after dinner?" Angela laughed and put the squeeze bottle back down. "Frankly," she began, "if you're that hungry we'll wait until dinner is digested. That way you can burn it all off fucking and be ready for a big farm breakfast in the morning." ***** Not only was the chicken excellent but the garlic mashed potatoes with cream reduction sauce, the mustard greens with bacon dressing, the fresh mixed green salad and the homemade vanilla bean ice cream all had the effect of putting a serious smile on Kyle's face and sending him out onto the covered porch to find a rocking chair to doze in. He had no idea how long he'd been asleep when the tickle of a finger on his earlobe awakened him. "Well, is our Mr. McAdam's dinner all digested?" Angela asked him with a mischievous smile. "I certainly hope so because he has a date with a squeeze bottle and two very horny ladies. Breathe deep, Kyle," and when he did she shot a spray of Vigorilla up his nose. "Two of you?" Kyle was a little nonplussed. "Oh yes," Angela responded, "it wasn't my original intent when I perfected the formula but an interesting side effect is to give a man an erection so strong that he can fuck a woman into multiple orgasms, switch to another and do the same thing and then come back to the first before he finally manages to ejaculate. Konrad was having ED problems simply because he's nearly seventy but since I started dosing him up with this stuff he's fathered Jakob in me and kept both Melissa and me very well reamed. According to her he was pretty vigorous as a lusty undergrad back at Swarthmore but nothing like he is now." "Nooo . . ." "Oh, yes. And Freddi says you're an absolute superman with it so I'm looking forward to a very interesting evening. Come along." When Kyle rose to follow, Angela sidled up to him and stuck her hand into the back pocket of his jeans and gave him a quick fondle. Guided by the push of her hand, the man walked in a vague haze of wonder. Three months ago he had been sullen and resentful, driven to celibacy by the disrespect of earlier dates. Now, it seemed, he was a sought-after stud, desired by women of considerable erotic expertise and experience. Angela's invention was an earth-changing formula. Angela's voice turned low and breathy. "Big man," she began, "I told you we have a broad range of what we consider normal, here. Tonight we're going to introduce you to some of it. In time you'll get to try all of what other people like and can choose which 'kinks' you want to participate in and which you won't. Tonight I'll introduce Freddi to the delights of light bondage and girly sex. You'll get to watch and then join in whenever you're ready. Sometime in the games we can change places and you'll get to discover that while Freddi's thumb on your prostate was grand, it's nothing like a properly wielded strap-on. And if you don't like it, just say so. Nobody ever has to do anything they don't want to." Kyle glanced down at Angela, a slight frown of worry on his ace. While her last assurance had been some comfort he still wasn't all that eager to get past a pretty vanilla approach to sex. Still, that session in the shower with Freddi had been mind-blowing so possibly letting the women occasionally 'take advantage' of him wasn't exactly frightening. Still . . . "A strap-on?" "Yes, dear. I know, Freddi has told me about your aversion to the more florid versions of femdom. Let me assure you that I agree with you one hundred percent. Sex should never be about humiliation and it should never be uncomfortable. But getting fucked has kept women happy since time out of mind and now that it's possible to share that pleasure with you men you really need to let me prove it to you." She opened the door to her room and pushed the man inside. On the bed was Freddi, sitting curled up and naked except for a gauzy veil over her nose and mouth. The air smelled of patchouli incense and soft, tinkling music played from the stereo. Freddi shimmied making her breasts sway invitingly. Kyle responded with a low, heartfelt wolf whistle. With a sultry smile, Angela stepped in front of Kyle, leaned back against him, stroked his bulging crotch and murmured, "Sweetie, these clothes won't take themselves off, you know." Just as with his first experience with the aerosol foreplay, Kyle began to feel both feverish and aroused. He hesitated for a moment and then grabbed Angela's elastic neckline and pulled it over her shoulders and straight down over her hips. "Ooo!" The older woman was visibly excited by the aggression. Reaching around her Kyle palmed one breast and squeezed forcefully while undoing the tie string on her broomstick skirt. When it fell in billows around her ankles he saw that she had nothing else on and pulled her tight against his body, thrusting his hips hard against her buttocks. Angela giggled. "Easy, big man. Remember? First you watch and then you join in." She turned around in his arms and gave him a hot kiss before pushing him into a chair. He tried to pull her into his lap but she caught his wrists and stepped away. "Mmm, I like your attitude, Kyle. Just let me get all set up and then you can fuck the daylights out of me." She swayed over to Freddi, lifted the veil and grabbing the girl by the hair planted the hottest girl-on-girl kiss Kyle had ever seen—even on the 'Net. Freddi started in surprise but Angela had her held fast and after a moment's struggle she relaxed and submitted to the sucking, tongue-probing, passionate kiss. "Hands over our head, Freddi," Angela commanded when she finally came up for air. "You and I are going to give your superman a little show before he decides to make it 'audience participation'." "We? Y—you and me?" Freddi looked a little shocked as she obeyed. "Yes, 'we', dear," Angela smiled slyly, "I've had no end of fun with Melissa over the years and now that we're all a community you're invited to join the games." With a few quick turns of a silk rope she bound Freddi's wrists together and then to the headboard. "Lift your bottom, Freddi," she said and pushed a small pillow under the girl's buttocks. "Splay!" Kyle took a deep breath and shuddered slightly as Freddi spread her thighs, once again showing off her waxed smooth sex. Angela heard him and chuckled. "You'd better get out of those jeans before you pop the buttons, big man. Now I'm going to climb on top of that pretty thing and start fucking her good. You just get behind me and do the same when you can't take it any longer." Freddi's eyes widened as Angela pulled open a drawer on the nightstand and took out a black leather and chrome harness with a large, anatomically correct black dildo protruding from the front. The leather had the patina of the well-used. Obviously it has seen a lot of pussies and plenty of asses over the years but was solidly made and good for several thousand miles yet to go. With a half-smile the older woman stared fixedly at the girl's face as she stepped into the harness and drew it tight around her lean, muscular hips. "That's right, Freddi, this is going up inside you just like it's been up inside Melissa, Konrad, and Sylvia. In time it will be inside Angus, Peggy and your stud here, Kyle. And who knows how many more in the coming years? Melissa has even admitted that she likes it as much as Konrad's real one. Nothing makes a woman happier than a good fucking, Freddi, and never mind whether it comes from flesh and blood or silicone. Tonight, lucky girl, you're going to get both." Angela climbed up onto the bed between Freddi's legs then looked over her shoulder at Kyle. She arched her back displaying her own bare sex and wagged her tail at him with a wink. Then she took the black dong and started rubbing it up and down on Freddi's labia. The girl hummed. Quickly the end of the dildo began to glisten with Freddi's arousal and when Angela thought she was slippery enough she thrust in making her subject gasp. "Big, isn't it?' Angela grinned. "You must take it anally some time. It's quite the experience as my men all know. And now, girl, you're mine!" Dropping to her elbows and spreading her own knees, Angela put her back into it, driving the big silicone rod in and out of Freddi's welcoming sex. Through the haze of her pleasure Freddi wondered that being tethered to the headboard and pinned down by the wiry academic was something new and delightful. The contrast between the woman's soft breasts pressing against hers with the strength in her back and thighs amazed the younger woman as she was pounded into the mattress. In its way it was even better than being pinned down by Kyle's hairy, muscular frame back by the Creekside. She imagined getting the big dildo pushed up her butt and decided that just as soon as she could manage it she was going to do the same thing to her new boyfriend. Dominance and submission were both wonderful, just as she had insisted to Kyle. Only now she had the experience to prove it. Kyle sat in the chair, his jeans undone and his chemically upgraded erection protruding solidly. The rise and fall of Angela's ass was hypnotic, calling to the feverish desire the Vigorilla filled him with. Snarling, he tore his shirts off and scrambled out of the jeans and up onto the bed. Grabbing Angela by the hips he drove his own solid member into her glistening portal, making her gasp with pleasure. Kiss of the Spider Woman Pt. 02 "That's the way, big man," she exclaimed, "now you just hold still and I'll take care of all three of us." Angela was as good as her word. Soon Freddi was crooning and chirping as orgasm after orgasm washed over her. This continued for no more than a few minutes before Angela began to make the same happy noises. Only Kyle was silent and sweat dripped down his body from the effort to hold still. It seemed to go on forever and Kyle's tension rose, making his face feel like a swelling balloon and his shoulders tingle and itch. Angela's rhythm wasn't his rhythm and the steady pace he'd set with Freddi was slower than hers. The minutes passed and his need grew until finally he could stand it no longer. Angela suddenly felt strong hands on her hips pulling her back against Kyle's belly. Holding her solidly, he began to drive his own jackhammer into her. Harder and harder his slammed until with a heartfelt cry he shot his load up her canal again and again, filling her with semen. Then, shaking from the effort he'd put out, Kyle sat back on his heels, panting. "Kyle!" Angela exclaimed, "You alpha male you. That load was supposed to go into Freddi. She's the one who wants your baby. Now that Jakob's three, I was planning on having another one with Konrad, not with you." "You—you weren't protected?" Kyle's face went ashen and Freddi burst into giggles. Angela patted Kyle gently on the face. "No, honey, I wasn't. Freddi was because I kept insisting that she had to have your 'okay' before you bred her. The plan was that you would get used to our group marriage arrangement and decide to join the commune. Then you and she would start making babies. But I guess men aren't the only ones whose plans 'gang aft agley' as Burns put it. Yes, it's possible you didn't knock me up but my guess is that you did. Congratulations, Papa McAdams, and don't worry. We're matrilineal here and the babies all carry their mother's names. The Child Welfare nannies will never get any idea that this kiddo is yours—unless you do decide to join and acknowledge it." "A baby . . ." Kyle faced glazed over in the wonder of it all. "You—you don't mind having mine instead of Konrad's?" Angela untied Freddi's hands and then started to clean herself up. "Kyle, honey, the way you took charge just then? You deserved to kindle me. Melissa will laugh herself sick and Konrad will just grin. He'll then probably go off and do the same to Sylvia. She's been making 'family way' noises lately but hasn't decided on the father. Konrad can be very persuasive when he wants to. So no, I don't mind having your baby. In fact, I welcome it, especially if it motivates you to join us. Your plan for the farm looks wonderful and we really want your hand on the wheel to make it work." Freddi slid off the bed and came around behind Kyle. She wrapped her arms around him and leaned her chin on his shoulder. "Please, baby?" she asked. "Say yes and in nine or ten months you could have two babies to play with. Whaddya say?" Angela skootched over and leaned her head on his chest. Looking up she asked, "Well, what doyou say?" Kyle wrapped on arm around Angela and reached up to caress Freddi's head. "Count me in." Kiss of the Spider Woman Pt. 03 Angus McLaren sat in the shade of the wrap-around porch. The Men's House was a comfortable place with its Adirondack chairs and broad eaves and on a hot, late summer day it was just the place for a large iced tea and some time to digest lunch. Food was important at The Commune and fortunately it was fresh, organic and plentiful. It was, he thought, a damned good thing that they did most of their farming with horses instead of tractors. Though the big Belgians did most of the work, the manual labor involved in working them burned a lot of calories. That kept the men slim and muscular despite the hearty meals. Unfortunately, it also wore them out and the whole group's sex lives were suffering. However, the bearded man mused, harvest was coming and once it was in there would be a lot less work to do and time (and calories) could be devoted to either making babies or practicing for the event. He looked forward to October with anticipation. As he pondered, his main squeeze Peggy came up arm-in-arm with Melissa Koenig, CEO of the commune and chief authority on all things within the matriarchy. To Angus surprise they spread his knees and each sat down on one. "Yes?" Appearing to be in agreement was always a good opening position, especially when dealing with Melissa. The older woman laughed and tossed her grey locks. Decades as a yoga instructor had left her slim, strong and flexible beyond belief and as the man knew well she was as good a piece of ass as any man could hope to get into. "I like the way you start, Angus," she began, "but before I presume that means you agree perhaps I ought to explain the proposition. Peggy, Sylvia and I have been thinking that what this place needs is for you menfolk to break out your tools and build a couple of lairs." "Lairs." Angus knew what the word meant officially but couldn't for the life of him imagine what it meant in this context. "Yes," Melissa continued, "lairs. We three think it would be really a lot of fun if both the men and the women had a specific place where we could have our way with any chosen victims after abducting them." Angus blinked like an old turtle and Peggy giggled. "I would have thought that bedrooms worked quite well that way," he drawled. "Oh, bedrooms are fun most of the time," Melissa continued, "but for dominance and submission games they really don't work. After all, you have to sleep in them and at least in the case of the Women's House, children are likely to wonder in unexpectedly and are likely to start asking questions that would be very hard to answer." Angus stroked his beard reflectively. "Yes, I can see where Angela would have a difficult time explaining a St. Andrew's cross or set of stocks to Jakob. However, I'm at a loss as to how much traffic one of these 'lairs' would get. And how does a lair differ from a dungeon?" "Lairs," Peggy began emphatically, "are much more comfortable than dungeons; they don't have whips and chains or much in the way of bondage furniture. They're not painted black inside, either." "However," Melissa continued the explanation, "they do have quantities of soft rope, lubricants of various kinds and plenty of toys. The idea is that two should abduct one and share, bonding with each other in the process." "Male bonding using a female and vice versa?" Angus looked skeptical. "I'm aware of the theory but I really have my doubts about that." "Oh, don't be silly!" Peggy glared at him. "I know full well that you would just love to watch Kyle or Gabriel doing me and then join in—or take turns for that matter. Stop being such a stick in the mud." Angus took a swallow of his tea, mostly to give himself time to come up with a decent answer. "Alright, I'll take it up with the rest of the guys. While I suspect there might be some interest in having a place to double team you all, I'm not at all sure there will be any enthusiasm for building a place for you to abduct one of us. Other than Konrad, I don't know that there's any attraction for bondage and dildos and I know full well that's what you two are aiming at. As I said, I'll raise the issue but frankly I'm not very interested." Melissa leaned over and hugged him around the head. "Lovely man, you're just not very interested—yet." ***** Konrad bounced his giggling son Jakob on his knee. To this day, almost four years after his mistress Angela announced she was carrying his child, he was still amazed both at himself and what she had done for them and his wife Melissa. He looked up at both women as they bustled around the kitchen of the central dining hall. "You honestly expect the younger men to go along with this mad scheme?" he asked. Melissa put down the knife she'd been slicing fresh tomatoes with and looked thoughtful. "Expect? No, but I am hopeful. It would be great fun to be stretched out blindfolded and fondled, kissed and eventually used ferociously by a couple of studs I couldn't see. The problem, as you well know, will be convincing said studs that being in the same position would be fun for them. I don't think Kyle would use it as a reason for leaving the group but as Angela once observed he is a proud and touchy young man. Perhaps that's one of the reasons I find the thought of putting him in the 'bottom' position so appealing. Maybe I'd better examine my motives." Angela smiled up from the cake she was frosting. "A lot of that is his age. He's younger by a couple of years than anyone else here and I'm sure that kind of rankles. Even though he has taken charge of the overall economic development of the place, he still is aware that the only person younger than he is little Jakob. Of course in six months or so there will be more but babies can hardly count in male hierarchical thinking." Jakob shrieked in delight as 'Papa Konrad' tossed him up in the air and caught him several times before letting him down to run around. Konrad smiled benignly at the toddler and then looked up at his lovers. "That's what concerns me. His organic agri-business plan is starting out so well that I don't want to do anything that might scare him off. Admittedly we're far from short of money but it's just so satisfying to see the land begin to respond to his thinking." ***** Kyle lay on his back, his eyes closed in bliss as Freddi rode him, slowly grinding her hips and dancing. "Honey", she began, "I'd like to do something different." "Mmm?" "I want you to sodomize me. Take the little vibrator wands, grease me up, and when I'm relaxed fuck my ass." Kyle's eyes opened. "You want to be buttfucked? You think you'll like it?" "I have no idea," she answered, "but how will I find out if we don't give it a try?" She clambered off. "Here, I'll put this condom on you so if I don't like it you can take it off and go back to my pussy." Once the condom was on Freddi rolled over and arched her back and grinned. "Come on, honey, let's do this." Shrugging slightly in acquiescence, Kyle put a gob of lube on the smaller smoothie, twisted it into life and pressed it gently against the girl's anus. It worked just as she expected, relaxing her sphincter muscles and slipping in easily. "So how's that?" Kyle asked. "Interesting. Stick it in further and swirl it around. That's supposed to make both sets of muscles relax even more. Then use the bigger one." Doing as he was told, Kyle soon had his girl humming happily. "That feels good, honey—strange but good. I think I'm ready, now. Let me have it!" and she pushed herself up onto all fours. Kyle knelt behind her and spread her cheeks. To his surprise the sight of her glistening, slippery pucker was hot. He felt his cock stiffen back up in response to the sight and he held it at the tight opening and leaned into her. For a moment nothing seemed to be happening but all at once she gave into the pressure and he slipped inside. "Ooo!" "You okay?" "Oh, yeah. I'm just a little stretched. Hold on while I get used to it. You feel so big back there." "That's because you're so tight. Feels fantastic." "Well, then," Freddi answered, "start fucking." With a slow, steady push Kyle forced his way deep inside, making the girl gasp and then give a little moan. "Oh, baby, I know I'm going to like this. Yeah, just like that. I've heard of girls who get better orgasms from anal than from vaginal." She whimpered happily a few times. "Oh yeah! Fuck. Pound me, superman; send me to the moon!" ***** A couple of weeks passed. The 'lair' proposal hadn't gone down well with the men, especially Kyle. He was absolutely adamant that getting 'abducted' and 'plundered' by the other women was not his idea of fun and he certainly had no desire or intention of doing it to any of them. Neither Angus nor Gabriel was able to work up enough enthusiasm for the idea to try and convert him and Konrad kept his face blank and said nothing—so nothing happened. One August morning, very early because the day promised to be a scorcher, Kyle was turning the kitchen garden compost heap when Sylvia walked up. She sat down on a convenient stump and watched admiringly as the sweat dripped down the younger man's bare chest, making his underlying muscles shine. When he had finished, he cleaned the tines of the hay fork in a bucket of oiled sand and put the tool back in its rack. "You look ready for a shower," Sylvia commented, "May I join you?" "Uh, well I really should to ask Freddi first, shouldn't I?" Sylvia propped her elbow on one knee and put her chin in her palm. "No. I think Kyle that maybe the arrangement here hasn't sunk in for you? When you agreed to join us you accepted a marriage proposal from all the women here, not just Freddi. You are, as it were, the junior husband. As such when one of your wives makes a conjugal suggestion you don't go asking one of the others if it's okay. You either say 'yes' or 'no thank-you, not right now'. And you really need a good reason to say 'no'. Melissa runs a very easy-going matriarchy here, junior husband, but the women are in charge. Keep that in mind. Now, one more time. You look ready for a shower. May I join you?" "Uh—well—you're right, I guess. I need something though I was thinking about a dip in the creek. But if you'd prefer a shower, yes, you may. I need to point out, however, that my place is a mess. Since I sleep with Freddi I mostly use my room as an office and the projects are all over the place." Sylvia stood up and wrapped herself around Kyle's right arm. "Then we'll use mine, stud. You wanna fuck before or afterwards?" "After. I'd rather be clean." ***** The shower had been quick. Sylvia was eager and that made Kyle eager. By the time they were washed and dry he was stiff and ready so she grabbed him by the 'handle' and led him to her bed. Then she pushed him backwards onto it and climbed up and straddled his thighs where she began to stroke him slowly but firmly. "Freddi says you've been getting up her butt," Sylvia began. "Hey, she wanted to know if she'd like it. It wasn't my idea," Kyle protested. "And she found out that she does. This is good. It means that she's ready to be had front and back just as soon as you guys get over your inhibitions and build a good lair." "Inhibitions? That's not . . ." Sylvia leaned down and covered his protest with her open mouth and drove her tongue inside his. When she finally let him go she put her finger across his lips. "Yes, inhibitions. It's the educated, liberal male syndrome. Especially here where the commune is a matriarchy! You guys all think that because the women are in charge you have to be gentlemanly, domestic and respectful. And most of the time we love you for it. But Kyle—personal roles and preferences aren't the same as public ones. Publicly, yes, you should be gentlemanly, domestic and respectful—just as we should respond in kind. But sometimes it's fun to toss that all aside and get primal." "Primal." "Mm-hmm. Bride stealing, ravish and plunder, animal lust—they can be a lot of fun so long as all the parties are in agreement as to what is okay and what is too much. Safe words are essential but ignoring protests that don't contain safe words are part of the fun. You especially are too soft. I blame it on Josh and Lara. You want nothing to do with the way they play." "I sure as hell don't! Ooh . . ." Sylvia snickered. "I can see it's time to stop the talk and get it on." She got off and lay back with her knees wide. "Come here, lover. Do me right." They both moaned softly when he slipped in; surprised that she was already so wet and swollen. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips before reaching down and giving him a sharp spank. "Giddyup, hoss!" she commanded. Kyle settled into the steady, long stroke rhythm that Freddi enjoyed so much and smiled as he looked down at Sylvia, open mouthed and eyes shut. She bucked up against him for a while and then opened her eyes. "See?" she said, "It's just like I told you. Gentlemanly, domestic and respectful, you're putting off your own climax until I have one. Speed up and take me, Kyle. I want that load of yours inside me." Surprised, the young man complied. To his amazement, Sylvia dug the nails of one hand into his back and grabbed him by the hair with the other. She bucked her hips up against him, driving him faster and faster until with a scream he shot his load deep within her. Once, twice, three times and then one more time he squirted, filling her with his seed. And then, exhausted, he collapsed on top of her. Humming happily Sylvia cradled Kyle's head, stroking his hair. "Yeah, lover, like that." "Didn't you want to cum?" He asked. "Oh, I did. But that's not what was important this time. I wanted rough. You started out loving but I wanted rough. I know, I know, there was no way you could tell. That's the problem between the sexes. We don't talk about it. This time I didn't talk about it to prove a point, that point being that sometimes we really enjoy just making our men happy. You know, like when Freddi gives you a spontaneous blow job? You may think she doesn't get anything out of it but she does—your pleasure. We women are funny that way." "And the solution is . . .?" "That, junior husband, is where the lairs come in. We are going to all meet tonight and lay out what kinds of fun we're willing to do, what kinds we're willing to try and what is absolutely out of the question. Like in your case, humiliation a la Josh and Lara isn't even on the table. Non-negotiable! And I agree. Then, once we all know where we each stand you can come up to me some lazy afternoon, pin my arms behind me back and whisper, 'Rough?' in my ear. If I say yes you carry me off and do whatever you feel like, within my limits. If I say, 'Not today', you let go, give me a kiss and go see if Freddi or Peggy wants to play that way. And the same thing goes the other way. If I ask you if you want to play rough and you agree, I'm just liable to give you a shot of Vigorilla, pop a hood over your head and with one of the other women toss you over the back of a quad runner and carry you off to an hour of unspeakable pleasures. But consent is an absolute. Now get off and let's clean up. It's almost lunch time." ***** After some discussion, polite but passionate, it was decided that since the lairs should be 'secret' it was pretty silly to ask the men to build the women's so each group decided to build its own and the following morning Konrad led the younger men into the woods behind the orchard and up a stream that flowed all year round. When they got to the source they discovered that it emanated from the mouth of a small cave. Handing each man a head lamp, Konrad got down on his hands and knees and straddling the water crept inside. There was a scraping noise from inside and he called out to them, "Okay, come on in men. There's plenty of room." Once inside, the junior husbands all gaped in astonishment. The cavern was no Mammoth Cave but it was the size of a fairly decent small house. The floor was flat and dry around a bubbling spring that was the source of the creek. "Enlarge the mouth—or cut a doorway beside it, manage a heat source and it's ready to furnish. I leave it up to you younger perverts to decide what 'furnishings' are needed. I've done my part. The rest is up to you." Konrad stated dryly. Angus stroked his long beard reflectively. "I can see a couple of themes here. We can do Neanderthals Carry Off the Cro-Magnon Women or maybe Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves. What do you guys think?" Gabriel walked around the inside of the cave testing the walls for any signs of immanent collapse. "Well," he announced reflectively, "it seems sound enough. Good solid limestone all around and no indication of recent ceiling failure. I'd want to install a strain gauge up at the top, though, to give us plenty of warning if it did decide to fall in. I think the Ali Baba scenario is the better one. My only other thought would be The Goonies and that isn't going to impress the women with sexiness. From what she said yesterday I get the feeling that Sylvia, for one, would prefer the Neanderthal version but I just can't bring myself to even fantasy rape." "Me, either." Kyle was emphatic. "Sylvia was right. I'm middle-class, educated and liberal and I don't hold with anything even resembling brutality. If they want to occasionally be exploited then they're just going to have to accept it in an exotic environment. Something mysterious and decadent is as far as I go." Konrad chuckled, "Then it's decided. We'll start with the jackhammers once the apple crush is done and the cider is fermenting. That doesn't require any watching and we'll have all day to open a door. I propose we get some braziers for warmth and run decorated stovepipe up from them for ventilation and smoke exhaust. If we drill carefully we should be able to go straight up and out the top of the hill." "Right," Angus replied with a grin, "and then the 'furnishings' are simply a bunch of big cushions. Liberator has these zeppelin pillows? They're huge. If we put a dozen or so of them around the outside of the cavern and some Kazakh carpets in the middle we'd have the harem ambience par excellence." Kyle looked blank for a moment and then hesitantly suggested, "And one or two of those incense burners? The brass or silver ones that hang from the ceiling? That's pretty decadent." "Right!" Gabriel was enthusiastic. "And silk blindfolds and binding cords. Angela keeps after me about bondage and shibari. I've never been sure who she wants tied up, me or her, but if she wants to be carried off . . ." Konrad smiled to himself. The younger men were catching on. Now, how it would go over when they were on the receiving end—that was the question! ***** With the men's lair complete, Kyle returned to things he considered far more important, the farm and its profitability. He was sitting at his computer in his room with the door ajar to let in the breeze. It promised a thunderstorm later on and he loved both the electrical display and the sound of rain on the roof. The smell of impending storm was beginning to build but Kyle was so engrossed in his work that he never heard Melissa push the door all the way open and pad up behind him. Naturally then, when she whispered, "Hi, baby," and wrapped her arms around his shoulders he jumped. "Jeez, Melissa, you scared me out of a year's growth!" The older woman giggled in response and nuzzled his ear, hugging him even tighter. "I know. It was deliberate. You guys are so cute when you start like that. Your hair almost really does stand on end." Kyle relaxed against the warmth of her body. She was wearing some apple-scented perfume, Charlie-Girl perhaps, and he liked it. "Angus told me," She continued, "you have reservations about having sex with a woman old enough to be your grandmother." Kiss of the Spider Woman Pt. 03 "Well, uh, but . . ." "And he told you that though consent is everything around here we do like chemically messing with each other's libidos. So . . ." A familiar squeeze bottle appeared at Kyle's nostrils. "Breathe!" When he did another squeeze bottle took its place. "And breathe again." "What? What was the second one? And what are you doing?" Melissa chortled, a low deep sound in her chest. "The second one is Angela's latest masterpiece. She added a superoxide free radical to the original PL6983 and increased its effect tenfold. In about fifteen minutes you'll be so horny you'll fuck a shovel and with the Vigorilla I gave you first? Well, I expect to have lots of fun with you. Now go take a quick shower. My most junior husband is about to be carried off and ravished. Scoot!" Even though the shower was a quick one, Kyle could already feel the pair of aphrodisiacs starting to take effect. Melissa looked at his naked body with its growing erection and murmured, "Nice one!" She popped a black velvet hood over his head and the wrapped him up in something, tied a cord around his arms and led him out the door. Turning him around she commanded, "Sit," and when he was side-saddle across the quad-runner she climbed into the drivers' saddle and drove off with him. Where they went, Kyle had no idea. He rather suspected she had made a number of false turns to make sure that he was good and lost but eventually they stopped and she helped him off the motorized mule and pulled him through a doorway. Through the hood Kyle heard rustling noises; presumably she was undressing. The thought stiffened his manhood even more making it tent the enveloping blanket. A firm hand wrapped around it and squeezed a few times. Now Kyle was almost sweating with the effort not to somehow, some way fight his way out of the hood. Old enough to be his grandmother or not, Melissa was slim and graceful under her crown of silver hair and he wanted her more than he'd ever wanted any woman in his life. Chemically mess with his libido, would she? Just let him out and he's show her the monster she'd created! At last the bonds were loosened and as he threw off the blanket and hood to find himself in a traditional looking central Asian yurt. In his preoccupied state he took little notice of the twin tree trunks that held up the center of the ceiling or of the potbellied stove that would provide heat in the winter. He never saw, until much later, the festive puffs of bright yard that hung down from overhead or the round ottomans, ominously equipped with leather tethers, scattered about. All Kyle saw was a large bed hung with bright curtains in each corner and in the center—Melissa. She lay on one side, her head propped up on one hand. She smiled predatorily and slowly beckoned him with the other hand. "I want you, junior husband," she growled deep in her throat. "Come here." Angus had told Kyle that Melissa was as fine a piece of ass as any man could hope to get into and now the 'junior husband' found out just what he meant. Sex with Melissa was less tender or rollicking than it was fierce. Forty years of yoga had given the woman not just unimaginable flexibility but muscles like steel cables—and in some of the most surprising places. She clutched him to her with her hands, pulled him inside with her ankles, held him there with her thighs and massaged him with vaginal contractions unlike anything he ever dreamed of. Despite his chemical powered lust and pike pole stiff phallus it was she who took him. Even from underneath there was no doubt who the Top was and who the Bottom. Positions out of the Kama Sutra normally only possible to trained temple dancers were just part and parcel of Melissa's erotic repertoire and she was only too happy to introduce her newest lover to them. And hour passed and then another until exhaustion set in and Kyle finally shot his load into her. He fell onto his back, panting. "Hey, honey," Melissa chortled, "you're good. I can see years of fun down the road with you. Of course I say that to all my men, but I mean it. I really do. Now," she reached into a covered bowl and took out a mint-scented moist towel and wiped first his face and then worked her way down, "you just lay there and snooze. As soon as I get cleaned up I'll join you. And then when wake up we'll trade places." Kyle was about to ask just what that was supposed to mean when he fell asleep. ***** Late the next morning Kyle was sitting on the big, old-fashioned porch swing in front of the men's house when Freddi climbed the steps and sat down next to him. She scooted over close by him, leaned over to give him a peck on the cheek and handed him one of the cups of coffee she carried. He turned to her, gave her an air kiss of thanks and said, "Good morning, junior wife." Freddi's nose wrinkled in mischief. "And good morning to you, junior husband. You didn't come to bed last night. Did you stay in the lair or go sleep in your own room?" "Yes?" he answered enigmatically. "That's to say that after she wore me out fucking her, Melissa let me sleep for an hour or two and then started all over again. After leaving me totally exhausted she let me sleep there until about—two, maybe three in the morning and then took me back to my room. Since it was completely dark that kept me from knowing where you naughty girls built the yurt." Freddi snorted. "You mean you don't know where the yurt is until you look it up on sat photo! And no, we didn't bother to camouflage it from the air. If you want to be a bad sport and go find it there's nothing stopping you." Kyle took a sip of his coffee. "I don't. The only reason for us going to the yurt would be to kidnap whoever was there and take them to the men's lair and I really don't have any desire to do that." "Why not? Wasn't it fun being thoroughly ravished?" Kyle sat rocking for a while, deep in thought. "That's really a hard question to answer. One, Melissa had me so doped up I really didn't have any say in the matter. Two, physically it was a lot of fun but emotionally it was a bit weird. Three, even if I did enjoy being 'taken' doesn't mean I want to ravish one of you. So, I don't know." "You're just still in shock from Melissa's introduction to being married to her." Kyle coughed up the coffee he had half swallowed. "Damned straight I am! You remember when I called you a horny little minx? You are the image of sweet innocence compared to Ms. Koenig." Freddi sat back and looked skyward, her eyes wide. She took a swallow and said quietly, "I know." "What? How . . .?" "Remember when you got Angela pregnant instead of me, fucking her while she fucked me? I was a little shocky from that, myself, when Melissa came up to the next afternoon, grabbed my ass and said that Angela had told her that I had a hot little twat. Since she believed Angela's judgement completely she thought the two of us should spend some quality time together—in her bed! She sort of dragged me off to her room, stripped me down, worked me over with her tongue and then snapped on some Nitrile gloves and greased me up. I got very thoroughly fucked and buggered with one of her anatomically correct dildos for a good hour. She's done is a couple of times since, as have Angela, Peggy and Sylvia. I'm the 'junior wife' in the commune and I'm getting well broken in. Just like you are—or will be. Heck, I guess I'd better get a harness myself so I can join the fun—unless you'd rather get me pregnant?" "You really want my baby? Not my accident but on purpose?" Freddi put the cup down next to her on the wooden slats of the swing. She turned toward Kyle and took his face in her hands. "I do. I have ever since I first saw you, honey. I know that the women here seem to want to spread their fertility around among the men but even if I have babies by the other men, I want my first one to be yours. And I want to do it this month. If I wait any longer I'll be fat and miserable in the summer. Besides, babies born in the spring seem to do better than ones born later in the year. How about it?" Kyle blushed. "Uh—I—I'm honored. Yes, I'll father your first and as many others as you want. You may be the 'junior wife' to my 'junior husband' but you are the reason I joined this group and the reason I stay here. It's just that . . ." "Mmmm?" "Uh—you can go ahead and get the harness, too? I admit I was really leery about getting pegged but by the time Melissa was done with me—well, I think I like it." Kiss of the Spider Woman Pt. 04 "Excuse me?" Kyle McAdams turned around in surprise at the sound of a familiar voice. There, leaning out of the window of a well-worn Prius was Lara. Surprisingly, there was no sign of Josh. "Hi, Lara. What brings you out here?" He waved expansively around the orchards on both sides of the gravel road. In the past year much had changed. The ground beneath the fruit trees was now lush clover pasture supporting flocks of sheep and free-range hogs and chickens. The air was heavy with the scent of apple, pear, cherry and quince flowers and the deep hum of bees industriously harvesting the pollen and nectar filled the air. Lara's jaw dropped. "Kyle? Well, now, this is a surprise. I'm looking for Freddi. I'd heard she joined The Commune but hadn't heard anything about you. So you two are an item?" Kyle looked thoughtful for a bit. "Let's just say that Freddi and I are more of an item together than either of us is with the others. But I think the best way to put it is 'one item among many'. She should be up at the farm center. Just park in front of the biggest set of buildings and go into the center one. She should be there." "Thanks," Lara replied and drove off. Kyle watched the car disappear around a curve stroking his van dyke in bemusement. Lara without Josh was unusual enough, at least as far as he remembered, but there was something else about her. He wasn't sure what it was though if asked to bet a quarter he'd have sworn it was something resembling meekness. He shook his head to clear the thought and returned to scything the weeds. Finding a cluster of buildings at the center of the farm, Lara parked the Prius, took a deep breath to get up her courage and climbed the steps to the center building. She was going to knock but just as she reached the portal Angela Phillips carrying an infant opened the door to leave and lit up in delighted surprise. "Lara! It's so good to see you again. Do come in. Freddi," she called out, "It's Lara. Get her a cup of coffee and a muffin and I'll be right back after I check on Jakob. He's supposed to be helping with the chickens but you know him . . ." The next ten minutes or so were spent chatting, congratulating both women on their new motherhood, and all the other small talk of women who haven't seen each other in months. Once that was concluded and Lara was buttering a second muffin, Dr. Phillips gently asked, "So, Lara, what brings you to the farm?" Lara bit her lower lip and kept buttering for a few moments and then sighed. "Josh and I broke up," she began, "We went to one of those BDSM groups you recommended and attended a couple of their sessions, but on the way home from the last one Josh told me that it made him uncomfortable. He said it reminded him too much of the Penitents back home in New Mexico. Then he started getting really guilt-ridden and finally became a novitiate in the Benedictine Monastery over in Conception. He writes me now and again. He's very happy there. He says it's a wonderful community that makes him feel right at home." "And how do you feel?" Angela asked, laying a hand on Lara's shoulder. "After he left I went into counseling. Finally I decided that a community was just what I needed, too. But I wasn't going to stay celibate! That's when I remembered your matriarchal commune and that Freddi had joined. So I thought I'd come by and see if this is what I'm looking for." Angela lifted Lara's chin with her fingertips. "It might be—but there are a few things you have to understand. Some of the things you and Josh got into are completely unacceptable here. Yes, we are happy to have rough sex sometimes. We've even ritualized it to make sure everyone is playing the same game but . . ." A crooked smile crossed Lara's freckled face. "That's okay. After a few counseling sessions I finally admitted to myself that I was not only an abuse enabler but an instigator as well. That came as a shock. So I'm done with anything involving pain or humiliation. Some of the people in the BDSM group were able to do all kinds of things to each other and enjoy it. From now on I'm out of that. Bondage is fun. Spankings are okay, too, sometimes. But—but I used to not let Josh stop until he'd drawn blood! I'm not doing that anymore, ever." "So, what is it you do want, Lara?" Freddi was obviously concerned. "I—I want attention. I want to be desired. I want to be held and loved. But I want excitement, too. For a little while I worked as a stripper but the club owner was a cheapskate and we made most of our money on tips. The competition among the girls was nasty so I quit. Can I get something better here? And what do you mean 'ritualized' rough sex?" Angela stood up. She held out her hand to Lara and led her outside to where a fine driving horse stood quietly in the shade hitched up to a cart. "Climb in. I'll show you but if you say a word to any of the men about this . . ." Ten minutes of clip-clopping along and they came to a cliff face. A small cave opened out of it and a gurgling stream flowed from the mouth. Next to it was an impressively heavy, iron-bound oak door. The women climbed out and Angela took a key from her purse and unlocked the door. It swung open with a rather theatrical groan. They walked inside. "Ohhh, wow!" Lara was entranced. "It's—it's like a scene from the Arabian Nights. Hey, the cushions have tethers. And I'll bet y'all get tied to those pillars? Do you get suspended? This looks amazing." "Mm-hmm," Freddi replied with a mischievous grin, "tied up, double penetrated, spit roasted and spanked if you really like that sort of thing. I don't much but Sylvia does and the men oblige." "And the men?" Lara's eyes were wide and her grin was wider. "Oh, we have our own lair over in the woods. Come on, we'll show you." ***** The main meal of the day was at mid-day and it was there that Lara was introduced to the members she hadn't met. By now they numbered around twenty though the women still held a three-to-two majority. Apparently it took an uncommon man to cheerfully sign up for a matriarchal community. In addition to the twenty-odd adults there were now four small children. Angela commented favorably on this. "Not everyone in the hall is a member, Lara. We also provide shelter for battered and abused women and children. It does them all good to see how decent and caring men can (and should) be. Jakob is especially happy to have other children to play with. In time I suspect their mothers will apply to join and since by then we'll know them very well, naturally they'll be accepted." Angus and Peggy were delighted to see her and pulled Lara down to sit and eat with them. The meal was plentiful and excellent. No plain, farm food here. One of the new members was a culinary school graduate and the superb quality of the produce and meat from the large organic garden and the pastures sent him into quivering ecstasy as he prepared five star meals for the group. When it was finally over, Angus leaned back in his chair with a contented sigh only to find Peggy fussily wiping his beard clean. "I swear, Angus, you are the messiest eater! Even Jakob manages to keep cleaner than you do." The big man regarded his partner benignly. "I can always shave. That would make it easier to keep clean." Peggy slapped him on the top of his balding head. "Don't you dare! If you do, I'll change the lock on the door until you grow it back. And I'll tell all the other women to do the same." Lara grinned. "His kisses are so passionate because they have moustache in it?" Peggy leaned over Angus and languorously stroked the curly bush. "It's not the kisses, honey, it's when he ties me to a pole and then slowly runs his beard up and down my body. Makes me shiver just thinking about it." Lara almost said something about, "Oh, those poles!" but stopped in time, remembering Angela's warning to not let the men know she'd been in their lair. The image was intriguing, though. Wrapped up tight and completely helpless while a man (or men) had their way with her in just the ways she liked seemed a wonderful way to spend—oh, as long as they wanted! So instead she raised an eyebrow and asked, "Big on bondage are you?" "Very big!" Peggy was emphatic. "We spend all our time telling the men what needs to be done to the place and what to do where. It comes as a complete relief to be a position where we have no say in the proceedings whatever. Bondage is my favorite." Angus rolled his eyes and turned to Lara. "She's exaggerating. Very little in the way of direction goes on here. We each know our job on the farm and how long it should take. Once it's finished those of us who are still students go back to our research. I'm headed back to the Amazon for a couple of months but my dear little domme here has decided to forget about grad school and become a full time land manager." "And mother!" Peggy broke in. "Before he leaves Angus is going to knock me up and he knows it. With as many current and incipient mothers as there are around here, I'm getting jealous." "Yup," Angus answered laconically, "and she wants me to leave the rest of the women alone until I do, selfish minx that she is." That got him another dope slap on the head but it was followed by Peggy pinching his earlobe with her teeth and breathing warm air into it as she slithered onto his lap. "Peggy," Angus protested, "we've hardly finished dinner!" "I know," she smirked, "and I know that next comes the afternoon nap. But once we're rested . . ." The assembly did all seem to be standing up and getting ready to leave, all except for those who had clean up rota for the day. Since she was a guest, Lara had no duties of any kind so she wandered outside into the afternoon sunshine. After a meal that size a nap was a very appealing idea so she asked Melissa, "Where does a guest nap, should she want to?" The matriarch put her hands on the girl's shoulders and looked her squarely in the eye. "It's all up to you, Lara. You can curl up on one of the common room sofas, ask any of the members if they'd mind sharing a mattress or you can come back to my room. However, if you decide on the latter do keep in mind that everything has its price." She winked wickedly. Lara blushed slightly. "I think I'll go with the sofa route. No offense intended but I've never been with another woman and I'll need some more time to get used to the idea." Melissa kissed her lightly on the cheek. "No offense taken, dear. I'm so used to propositioning any and all of my wives and husbands that I forget that not everyone is so up front. But do come find me after your nap, anyway, and we can talk. You did apply to join once and now that your circumstances have changed, you might well want to reopen that application." The sofas in the common room were large and upholstered in butter-soft leather. It was obvious that the commune was doing very well for itself, even if only from the licensing rights to Vigorilla. The common room seemed to be a preferred spot for naps, too, as there were home-made quilts and crocheted afghans in abundance. Lara was just stretching out and getting comfortable when a small boy with a flannel blanket in his arms walked up to her and announced, "Take nap." He clambered up onto the couch, curled up spooned against Lara's chest, stuck the blanket in one ear and his thumb in his mouth and closed his eyes. In moments he was sound asleep. Lara was charmed. She wrapped one arm around the tot, hugged him close and contentedly joined him in the land of Nod. ***** Melissa chuckled when Lara told her about the incident. "That's our Jakob. When he was born Angela and I just naturally shared the mothering duties and as others joined our group, baby-tending became the default job of anyone who didn't have something else to do. I suppose by now he's decided that adults are pretty interchangeable." "He's adorable." Lara said with a contented smile on her face. Cuddling small ones was a new and pleasant experience. "He is. He also is very decided about what he likes and what he does not. Unusually for one his age Jakob doesn't cry much but he has a resentful glower that's quite impressive for someone so small. We try to reason with him and it's not impossible because he's really quite bright. But he's also quite stubborn—takes after his father in that regard." "And now he has a little brother." "Well," Melissa said dryly, "a half-brother, anyway. Angela was planning on another baby with Konrad but she got to playing around with Freddi and Kyle and when you play with matches you tend to get burned." "She's had Kyle's baby?" Lara looked astounded. "She did. And she's not the only one. Freddi had one with him, too. At least hers is deliberate. Angela was surprised and a little embarrassed when Kyle took control and bred her. The rest of us think it's hilarious!" "Kyle must be really pleased with himself." Melissa looked thoughtfully up at the ceiling. "You know, I haven't asked and Kyle isn't the easiest man in the world to read. He's pretty excited about Freddi's baby but Angela is so much senior to him that I'm not sure how he feels. It was an accident and one that she's quite happy with. Kyle's a good young man and I'm sure the baby will take after him as much as it does after its mother. Kyle may figure 'it's just one of those things' that happens. After all, we are matrilineal here so it's not like it had to carry his name though Angela decided to use Kyle's as a middle name." Lara shook her head. "I like the community here. The farm is beautiful and everyone is kind and loving. But the relationships are going to take some getting used to. Is it okay to be monogamous if I decide I don't want to play around?" Melissa laughed. "Of course. Most of us are, for a given value of monogamy. I don't spend the night with anyone but Konrad and I mean every night. Siesta time, on the other hand, is open. After all, we are all married to each other, all of us." "So you kind of get to have a main husband and a bunch of alternates?" "Exactly—and wives, too. We women swing both ways, on occasion." ***** Freddi was swinging in one of the big porch swings with a contented smile on her face when Lara came out from meeting with Melissa. Freddi patted the bench next to her and Lara sat down, saw Freddi's expression and raised an eyebrow. "You look happy. Did you spend the siesta time getting laid?" Freddi winked. "We outnumber the men here so you'd expect that we'd get a break between sex but it's really surprising how many of the husbands have a decided pregnancy fetish. Once I started to show they were all over me, just about every day except when I had morning sickness. They still were even though I felt like a wallowing hippo. And of course the hormones wouldn't let me say, 'Not today, sweetie, I'm not in the mood' because I was in the mood—all the time! Still am." Lara blinked thoughtfully. "All the time, huh. So the other women are playing with each other?" "I'm sure they are. Melissa was quite emphatic about that. Female sexuality is very fluid, she insists, and girls know what girls like better than any man can so that's just part and parcel of life here. We don't all have the collection of strap-on dildos Melissa has but we manage, we manage." Lara looked dubious. "What if I don't want to?" Freddi's answer was an uproarious laugh. "You just don't get it, do you, Lara? This place got its start with a remarkable chemical affecting the sex drive of men. Do you think Angela stopped there? Remember the horniest, most languid, receptive time you've ever had in your life? Now imagine that—oh, quadrupled. That's what happens when a chick shoots Surrendrone up her nose—or someone else's. Your whole body melts and when someone grabs your boob or your ass or kisses you down the neck all you can say is 'Yes! Now!' Unfortunately, she hasn't come up with something that works the same way on men. Make them horny as three-balled tomcats? That she can do. Make them want to be taken? It's a work in progress." Lara thought that over. She'd been a great fan of surrender ever since she became sexually active well before her parents suspected. And here in The Commune she could have that feeling any time she wanted? Any time someone wanted her? "You're being really tempting, Frederica. The longer I'm here the less I want to leave. So if I tell Melissa I want to join, who do I spend my 'wedding night' with?" Freddi shot her a pitying look. "Either anyone you want or, if you wait too long, with Melissa. And don't look so shocked. I was reluctant to go with her, myself, but once the Surrendrone took affect I just happily laid back and got laid. You'll love it." "You know, I just might." Lara was pensive. She'd sworn not to get into the extreme BDSM she'd done with Josh, the kind that had, she suspected, driven him away. But a bit of spanking, some bondage and some slave play had a certain appeal. And having another woman as domme would not only be different but, now that she gave it some thought, might just a little more spice to the possibilities. She thought about the men she'd already met. Angus gave the impression of being a very friendly bear but if he was heated up with the Vigorilla or its next generation aphrodisiac and she was 'forcibly' dosed with this Surrendrone (preferably tied up and unable to resist it) they might well make quite the dramatic couple—at least during the siesta time. She had absolutely no doubt that come evening Angus would hustle right back to his beloved Peggy's bedroom for the night. And since there were half again as many women as men in the group she could easily spend the nights getting in touch with her sexual fluidity. She'd do it! ***** A week and a half later, Lara looked at herself in the mirror. The push-up bra shoved her cleavage into luscious view over the top of her scoop-neck blouse. Below was a broomstick skirt with an elastic band and underneath it was the skimpiest thong she owned. It wouldn't take any effort to strip her down naked. She was ready. Once the matriarchal counsel had approved her membership, Lara had moved in with all possible speed. As the most junior wife she only rated a studio apartment but it came equipped with a king-sized four-poster bed perfectly designed for all manner of games, bondage and otherwise. It also had a pair of large armoires, one for her clothes and one for whoever ended up moving in with her. Senior wives with children naturally had larger quarters but for now this was sufficient. The next step had been to settle the issue of her 'wedding night' scene. Peggy had been gleeful at the plans and had agreed to them even before consulting Angus. "Honey, we're a matriarchy. The guys do what we want, especially when it ends up in their getting laid. No worries. Just let me know when you want things to take place and I'll make sure everything is ready." Now it was just a matter of waiting. Sometime over the next day or so, Lara would be snatched up and carried off, struggling appropriately. She would be dosed with the Surrendrone, trussed up until it took effect and then used mercilessly. The limits were clear. No 'discipline' except with bare hands and no hitting anywhere but her buttocks. She'd suggested erotic choking but Peggy had vetoed that at once. "Angus will be so fired up on PL 6983+ and Vigorilla that he won't have the control to do that properly, especially since he's never done it with anyone before. You can teach him about it later when you are both fully rational but not this first time." Lara hoped Angus wouldn't keep her on tenterhooks too long. A day or so she could stand but if it went longer than that she was afraid the deliberate tension would turn into irritable frustration but since she had no control over much she determined to go about her day and await developments. Checking her place on the duty roster she grimaced. Today she was to feed the spiders, the hairy monsters that provided the natural ingredient for Vigorilla. But she was part of the community and the community derived the majority of its considerable income from licensing arrangements to major pharmaceutical companies so she proceeded to drop crickets into each of the jars and watch, shuddering, as the big Wandering Spiders attacked, killed and drained the hapless insects. Kiss of the Spider Woman Pt. 04 Lara was just closing the barn door behind her when strong hands grabbed her wrists behind her and slapped a wide piece of adhesive tape over her mouth. The next second a black hood dropped over her head and she was lifted off the ground and carried off. Within minutes Lara was slung over the back of a broad plow horse and strapped down. As the beast trotted off towards wherever she was being taken, Lara shivered in excitement. This was wonderful! She was sure that her 'abductor' was Angus but what if it wasn't? What did it matter? She had, at her best count, eight husbands and it could be any of them. It might even, though the chances were vanishingly slim, be all of them. Now that would be a night to remember, getting laid by all eight men in the commune in a single afternoon and evening! The horse ambled on, bouncing her gently. She thought that if one had to be carried off over the back of a horse that Belgians were a very comfortable choice. She suspected that Angus (or whoever it was) had made that decision deliberately and for that very reason. Eventually, they stopped and as she was unstrapped Lara heard the sound of a gurgling stream. Ah, the 'men's lair'. Oh, this was going to be fun. Would Peggy join in? If what she'd been told about Surrendrone was true Lara was sure that her same-sex inhibitions were about to be obliterated. Tossed easily over a big man's shoulder (it had to be Angus, Lara thought) the woman was carried up to the familiarly groaning door and through it. The soft 'boom' as it closed behind her sent a thrill through her. Now the fun would begin! Her pinioned wrists were tied to another rope and her feet were set on the floor. As she stood up the rope pulled her arms high up over her head and someone pulled the hood was pulled off. She looked around. The cave was dimly lit with hanging oil lamps and spicy incense smoke wafted across from swing burners. Peggy stood in front of her, leering. "I've never been dominant with another girl," she whispered, "so once you're all dosed up, you and I are going to have lots of fun together. Then Angus and I will share you. You're gonna be so used." Peggy reached down to a candle stand next to her and took up a squeeze bottle with a nose and mouth mask attached. Slithering up next to Lara she placed the mask over her captive's face and squeezed. Lara felt the mist flow into her nose and down her throat, tingling as it went. Peggy looked at her thoughtfully and then grinned and squeezed again. "I know what one shot does," she sniggered, "but I don't know anyone who's ever taken two. Let's see how it affects you. I might want to take a double myself, next time." Blowing Lara a kiss, Peggy picked up another squeeze bottle and cocking her head to one side seductively beckoned to Angus. "Come here, my sweet stud," she purred, "It's time to get you ready to plunder the newest pussy, among other places." Running her fingers through his ample beard Peggy pulled her man's face down close and shot a dose of Vigorilla up his nose. She thought a second and then shook her head. "No," she mused, "One is plenty for you, you horn-dog. I made the mistake of giving you two once before and walked bow-legged for two days afterwards. We want to use the pretty thing, not abuse her." While the interchange was going on Lara began to feel strange and unfamiliar sensations. Her whole body seemed to be warming and the muscles in her thighs and belly started to relax. If it weren't for the rope holding her upright she wasn't sure she'd have been able to remain standing. Her eyes kept focusing on the crotch of Angus jeans though the curve of Peggy's ass and the swelling of her breasts were very distracting. Peggy regarded a third bottle on the candle stand and regarded it for a moment then, shaking her head, put it back. "No, I'm plenty horny already. You know, honey," she said to Lara, "I've been daydreaming about this ever since we agreed on the scene. I've had to change panties three times a day so I wouldn't soak clear through to my trousers!" She turned and sat down Angus' lap. The two of them locked lips, sucked and nibbled, taking their time with occasional glances in Lara's direction. Strangely, Angus never made any attempt to take any of Peggy's clothes off though he was doing a thorough job of fondling and caressing her through the garments. At last Peggy stood up and swayed over in front of the helpless Lara. With a wink and her head cocked to one side she began a slow, seductive strip. But not for Angus. Instead she watched Lara's face and seeing the woman's pupils expand knew that the Surrendrone was working. Lara was horny enough that another woman looked good. Everything was going according to plan. When she was naked, Peggy reached down into her purse and pulled out, of all things, a large switchblade. One by one she sliced through the buttons on the front of Lara's low-cut blouse until it fell open. Then slowly, teasingly she ran the blade up the short sleeves and grinned as the remnants fell away. Two quick flicks cut Lara's bra straps and then, sliding the razor-sharp blade u between her captive's generous breasts, Peggy cut the strap between the cups and watched it fall to the floor. By now Lara was fairly quivering with anticipation as Peggy closed the knife then reached out and bounced each breast with warm hands. The bouncing turned to massage and then to nipple tease. Lara started to hum and whimper softly. Peggy grinned and leaned down. She took an erect nipple between her teeth, squeezed, pulled and shook her head gently. "Ah?" Lara squealed. Peggy chuckled and did the same thing to the other side before prowling around behind the helpless woman. The massaging and groping now concentrated on Lara's buttocks and Peggy began a slow, sensuous line of kisses from Peggy's ear, down her neck and along the top of her shoulder, making the girl moan. "You're really getting hot, now, aren't you, honey?" Peggy purred, "How about if I just run some fingers up and down your pussy to see how ready you are? I'll bet you're so wet and swollen that when I touch your clit you'll cum all at once. Let's just see." As predicted, when Peggy ran naughty fingers all over Lara's pussy and then flicked her clitoris slightly, Lara let out a howl and began convulse uncontrollably. No sooner had the climax passed when Peggy did it again with the same results. By the fourth, Lara was sobbing and pleading for her to stop, so strong were the spasms. As Lara caught her breath, Peggy untied the bonds over her head, pushed down on Peggy's shoulders and made her kneel. "Eat me!" she commanded. Lara wasn't the only one with a sopping sex, she discovered. The turgid labia under her tongue were smooth, swollen and hot. Remembering how she liked to be done, Lara alternated between tickling Peggy's clit with the tip of her tongue and probing lapping up and down the opening. She was sure she had her captor on the edge of orgasm when Peggy stepped back and pushed Lara's head away. She took a large Feel-doe from her satchel, lay down on a large cushion and inserted the bulb in her own snatch. The phallus jutted up aggressively. "Ride it!" The Surrendrone had done its work well. Lara's face lit up at the thought and straddling the older girl impaled herself on the silicone shaft. "Now," came a deep voice behind her, "bend over. It's my turn to play." The combination of the Vigorilla and the sight of the two women having sex had given Angus the hard on of his life. Covering it with KY jelly he rubbed it up and down the cleft between Lara's ass cheeks. The sensation was delectable. Fucked from in front and rimmed from behind, she began to whimper and moan all over again. "Oh, for gawd's sake, stick it in me!" she begged and then squealed in a combination of pain and delight as Angus did just that. Now filled in front and behind, Lara went limp as orgasm after orgasm wracked her frame. Her surrender was total. ***** The next day, Lara was back in the spider barn again. The big Wandering Spiders were still hairy, black and disgusting but having now experienced the results of their venom, she was more willing to tend to them. After all, adult hogs weren't particularly attractive, either, but their end result was bacon and that was irresistible. "That, my girl is one happy smile you're wearing," Melissa's amused voice came from the doorway. "It looks like your 'wedding night' was a rousing success." Lara dropped the last hapless cricket into a spider's jar and turned around. "Yup. I am now definitely a junior wife in this matriarchal commune and glad of it. Admittedly I am a little sore when I sit down but that should be gone by morning. I guess whoever wants me tonight will have settle for oral sex, not that I think anyone would object." The matriarch took a sip from her coffee cup and handed another to Lara. "Well," she remarked after swallowing, "no one I ever went down on complained about it so I suspect you are right. Any further thoughts about joining?" Lara was silent for a while, her face twisted in thought, until she finally asked, "I understand why a lot of the women here are happy living in a matriarchy, but what do the men get out of it—besides the obvious access to all the women?" Melissa sat down on a hay bale and leaned against the barn wall. "Have you ever had any experience with Mediterranean families?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "You mean, Italian, Spanish, or Greek?" "Or Jewish. In all those traditions there's a strong strain of the father standing between the world and the home but once inside the front door, Mother is in charge. She handles the money, makes all the decisions regarding the children and if Dad isn't in line she makes his life a living Hell. Our approach is more benevolent. We own the land, the buildings, the trees and the men own the livestock and the machinery. We handle the money with advice and consent, especially from Kyle and the family lines are matrilineal. But really, have you seen any evidence of femme domme or divas? No, you haven't. And that's because we know that having happy men makes for happy women and vice versa. What the men get out of it, besides all the sex, is the same thing they get out of belonging to any other close knit organization. Heck, Angus says that the Army is the world's biggest commune and if he didn't belong here, he'd probably reenlist. We're just family, Lara, one big happy family." Kiss of the Spider Woman Pt. 05 "Jared!" Jared Andrews froze in mid-rant just as he was about to take the keyboard from his computer and throw it through the offending monitor. For the umpteenth time he had checked his work, for the umpteenth time he had sent 'execute' and for the umpteenth time it hadn't worked. He turned around to see Melissa Koenig, matriarch of The Farm commune, standing in his doorway. Her arms were crossed, her foot was tapping meaningfully and the look on her face boded Trouble. "Shut it down." Jared meekly complied and opened his mouth to explain but before he could speak Melissa marched up to him and put her fists on her slim hips. "Jared, you are in a filthy mood, and from the look of you, you haven't bathed in days. Get cleaned up. Shower, shave and change—the works." She pointed meaningfully at his bathroom door. "Go!" Hot water, woods-scented shampoo, soap, lather and a sharp razor blade had a calming effect on the commune's newest member and when he was finally clean, dry and presentable he slipped into a tee shirt and sweat pants and combed his hair. He had to admit that he felt much better now. Maybe he really was getting a bit obsessive about his program and perhaps he should leave it alone until after dinner. Running a comb through his mop of blond curls he nodded at his reflection and went back out into his studio in the men's quarters. To his surprise Melissa was still there. Or rather, she was back. No longer in her usual khaki shirt and jeans, the silver-haired, patrician woman was sitting on his sofa wearing a soft, clinging caftan. She motioned him over and patted the seat next to her. When he hesitantly sat down she put an arm around his shoulders and pulled his head down onto her lap. Stroking his hair with one hand she cradled his face with the other. "Darling, in the morning several of the other young techies in the group will help you with your problem. Until then, leave it turned off. This is a commune, Jared, and that means we do thing in common, in community. We told you that when you joined, didn't we?" "Yes'm" he mumbled. "And we also told you that we're a family, a group marriage. That means you have a whole collection of wives, didn't we?" "Yes'm." "But though you've been here almost a month you still haven't celebrated your 'wedding night' with any of us, have you, dear?" "No ma'am." "Now I'm sure you're going to try and tell me that it's because you've been too busy but I don't believe that one bit." Melissa winked, sagely. "You'd be amazed how much experience I have with younger men (and younger women) and I can tell when someone is seriously shy and unsure of themselves. You not only haven't propositioned any of us, you've come to meals late and left early to avoid having any of us invite you in for the night. Haven't you, dear?" "Uh—I guess?" "Jared, I love how submissive you are right now. It's turning me on. Take off your shirt. Come on, off with it." Once Jared was naked to the waist, Melissa started running her nails down his bare chest as she kissed him gently all over the face. "Someone your age should be having sex at least once a day, probably twice. You'll be happier, sleep better and be better able to focus. Have you ever had sex with anyone before, Jared?" "Uh—no?" Melissa's voice changed from a croon to a predatory purr. "I thought not. Well, junior husband, we can't have that. And since you're properly submissive and passive right now I'm going to have you. Getting well fucked always does wonders for me and I have no doubt it will do wonders for you. Then tonight one of the other women will take you back to her room. Do a good job on her. But this afternoon we're going to reverse roles. Off with your clothes—and go lay down on the bed." Somewhat gobsmacked and overwhelmed by the force of the older woman's personality, Jared rolled off the sofa, stood up and shucked out of sweats, blushing furiously. He lay back on the bed looking back at Melissa with wide eyes. A benign, confident smile on her face, Melissa languorously unzipped her caftan and let it fall to the floor around her revealing the taught, muscular body of the experienced and expert yogini. Lightly she tossed her purse onto the bed beside her youngest husband and curled up next to him, one arm over his chest and one leg across his thighs. She began to nibble his ears and slowly lick his neck. Too startled to respond, Jared lay quietly. Melissa chuckled softly. "Virginity is perfectly appropriate in children," she whispered warmly into his ear, "but at your age it's really pointless. So I'm going to put an end to yours and with thirty other women outnumbering the men three-to-two on this farm I expect you to make up for lost time." She lifted herself up and ran one nipple across his lips, back and forth. "Suck on it, darling," she commanded softly, "Squeeze them and suck on the nipples. Oh, yes! Just like that, honey, and flick your tongue across the tips. Mmmm . . ." With easy grace Melissa swung herself up and straddled Jared's face. "Lick me just like that," she told him, "and suck while you do." Daring not to disobey, Jared did his best and very soon felt her shuddering over him. Pulling away, his lover looked down at him with a leer. "Under most circumstances I'd be all ready for you to stick it in me but not this time. Sweetheart, I'm going to introduce you to the delights of your prostate." She reached into her purse and pulled out a strange looking, phallic piece of silicone with a fat knob at the base. "It's called 'pegging' Jared but that's a silly term. It's really sodomy and that's what I'm going to do to you. Some other day you'll do me—among others. Now lift those legs up wide." Even as he obeyed Jared protested, "But won't it hurt?" "Lover," Melissa reassured him with a smile, "anything that hurts is being done wrong. Don't worry, I've done this many times and all my men love it." She pushed the bulbous end of the dildo into her sex leaving the phallic end jutting aggressively up from her crotch. Once it was in place Melissa reached into her purse again and pulled out a plastic glove and a tube of lubricating gel. Snapping the glove onto her right hand she squeezed out a dollop onto the gloved fingertips. "First I have to get you all good and slippery," she began, "and then I'll massage those muscles until they relax. Once you're ready, I'll stick it to you. This afternoon you're my girlfriend, Jared, and you'll know why we women love being taken. Yes, lover," she said pushing the gel inside his anus and massaging the sphincter muscles, "I'm going to take you, make you mine and leave you with such a smile." To the youth's amazement it did feel good, especially as Melissa stroked his turgid manhood with the other hand. He moaned softly. "Oh, honey, you're a natural," Melissa crooned as she stretched him out with first two fingers and then three, "you relax beautifully. You're going to have to learn to do this, too, you know. Not all the women here are completely ready for sodomy right from the get go. I am but Karl has been doing it to me for years. Yes, I think you're ready. Lift that bottom high." Discarding the glove but adding another dollop onto the tip of the dildo, Melissa raised herself over Jared's uplifted thighs and placing the tip of her cock at the opening of his ass she thrust forward with her hips and entered him, making him gasp. Leaning down she put her elbows on either side of his chest and looking deeply into his eyes whispered, "Wrap your arms and legs around me, Jared, and hold on tight. You're in for a ride!" Decades of yoga had given Melissa the flexibility of a snake and the muscle tone of a panther. An adventurous girlhood and a long, open marriage had given her vast experience with men though she had to admit to herself that of all her lovers, it was the shy ones, the ones she had had to seduce she remembered best. How many men had lost their anal virginity to her collections of dildos would be hard to say. Certainly she didn't know or care. Mentally, Melissa chuckled. Time, a wide collection of 'wives' and experience would turn Jared to a strong, virile man but right now she was enjoying his acquiescence—and his helpless moans of pleasure! "Darling Jared," she whispered, "I want you to start exploring the other women in our commune. Find one you want to spend most of your nights with. But during siesta time don't expect to be sleeping with her. That's the time to bond with everyone else. And Monday afternoons, you're mine. You are going to come to my room and spend some time as my girlfriend, Jared, because you love this and because I love doing this to you. All men should get pegged at least once a week. Now, cum for me!" ***** After the evening meal, a still-somewhat-gobsmacked Jared took his coffee out onto the broad rear veranda of the dining hall and sat on the old-fashioned porch swing. As he sipped, Marli Van Peet wandered out and settled down next to him. She began to make the swing move in an easy, gentle fashion. "It's good to see you hanging around after eating, Jared," she began, "instead of always rushing back to your computer." Jared swallowed a mouthful of coffee. "Melissa made me turn it off. She told me to wait until tomorrow morning when some of the rest could help me with the program and she told me very pointedly to start being more social with everyone." Marli snorted delicately. "And knowing Melissa, the next thing she told you was 'strip and lie down'." Jared started. "She told you?" Marli patted his shoulder. "No, but I know she did. She does it to all of us. I think it's her way of expressing dominance. She really is the most affectionate domme you could ask for. She never uses handcuffs, paddles, belts or any of that stuff but she makes sure everyone knows she's the boss and she does it with sex. So it's okay, you can tell Marli; did she put on her dildo and fuck you good and proper?" Jared blushed and buried his face in his cup. "She did," he mumbled, "and she says I'm to come to her room every Monday after lunch so she can do it again." Marli leaned over and hugged the young man around the shoulders. "Welcome to the club, hon. We all start out that way. I spent the first two months here getting done in her room on Monday afternoons. It was very educational." "Educational?" "Mm-hmm. I'd never been with another woman before and I have to admit I was reluctant, really reluctant. But she said that I was a wife in the group and that meant to her as well. So I swallowed, stripped and got in touch with my inner Lesbian. We girls really are a lot more sexually fluid than you guys, I found out. And speaking of wives, who are you sleeping with tonight?" "Uh—no one. That was something else Melissa scolded me about. She said I needed to start looking for someone to spend most of my nights with." "Have you asked anyone, yet?" Jared blushed again and whispered, "No." Marli reached over and took the cup from his hands, stood up and sat on Jared's lap. "Well then, why don't you come with me? I haven't got anyone special, yet, either." ***** As they walked hand-in-hand around the building to the stairs leading up to Marli's room, the girl teasingly bumped Jared with her hip and grinned at him mischievously. His shyness and embarrassment ebbed as they climbed the stairs. This was more the way sex should go, at least according to his daydreams. Marli closed the door behind him and came into his arms. She nuzzled his neck and murmured, "Mmm—you smell good. You also smell like you got laid. I like that on a man!" He pulled her close and leaned down to kiss her and was surprised at the passion of her response. When the kiss finally ended Marli giggled. "Jared, when you're hugging a wife you knead her butt—no, both hands. Yeah, like that." Then she pulled his face down and started sucking his lower lip, pressing her hips hard against his and grinding them on his swelling manhood. "Well," she whispered at last, "these clothes aren't going to take themselves off, so you better get busy, husband dear." His hands trembling with excitement, Jared began to unbutton Marli's blouse and immediately discovered that she favored front closing bras. Unfastening that and pushing both blouse and bra over the girl's shoulders he took her firm breasts in both hands and bounced them gently. "Squeeze," she murmured, "and bite them. I like rough." Jared commenced to nibble and knead and then to suck ferociously while his hands found their way down to Marli's waistband. As her slacks and panties fell to the floor, he stood up, grabbed her by the hips, lifted her easily and tossed her onto the bed. She squealed in delight and when he leaned over her, grabbed his hair and pulled his face between her thighs. Her whole body carnation perfume filled his nose as he lathed her waxed sex with his tongue. As her clit swelled under his attention, he seized it between his lips and began to suck vaguely wondering whether Marli always wore scent like this or had she prepared for him well before she joined him on the porch. The question faded into oblivion as her labia began to swell as he licked and her juices started to run down his chin. At last she squeezed his head between her thighs, arched her back and began to buck and thrash while gasps and howls filled the air. It seemed to go on for a very long time before Marli finally released her grip on Jared's hair and fell back gasping. "Oh, you devil, Jared!" she panted, "You may lack experience but, dude, you got talent." She scooted up farther onto the bed and put her head on the pillow. "Come here. Straddle my shoulders and lean against the headboard. I pride myself on my blowjobs and after that performance you deserve the best." ***** The following morning several of the more technically inclined members did cluster around Jared's monitor and all expressed sympathetic understanding. The young man had indeed attempted something very difficult and while they were sure it would eventually work, it would take time to correct. So saying they all went to work and they were right. In fact it was late the following Monday morning before Jared could, with a sigh of relief, press the 'send' key and shoot the wretched program to his professor's email for evaluation confident that he had just nailed an 'A' in the class. His happy contentment continued through the mid-day meal and as the commune members were getting up to leave Jared was contemplating celebrating with a second dessert when a warm body pressed against his back and strong hands began caressing his neck and shoulders. Then he remembered. "Hello, sweetie," Melissa purred, "Marli says you've been a very good boy and Becky agrees. I'm glad you're starting to take more interest in the ladies. It gives me all the more motivation to do sexy, nasty things to you. So let's go back to my room. I've got lots of plans for the afternoon." As they walked out the back and around to the women's quarters Melissa began to squeeze Jared's backside lasciviously. "Farm life had been good for you, sweetie, you're firming up nicely. Another six months to a year and you'll be all six-packed and studly looking—but that won't keep you from being my girlfriend whenever I want." "Melissa, I'm not comfortable with being your girlfriend." Jared's sociologically trained mother had carefully raised him to be forthright but polite and it had always worked—before. The matriarch opened her door, pushed her youngest husband through, and closed it firmly behind them. Then she grabbed him by the lapels of his shirt. "Jared, every one of my husbands (except Konrad) is my girlfriend at one time or another. You don't get to be any different. If it makes you feel any better I'm also looking forward to the day when you work up the gumption to carry me off and ravish me. But right now you aren't strong enough to beat me in wrestling so you can't and that means I call the shots. Besides, you got off beautifully the last time I fucked you so don't tell me you don't like it." "Well," Jared's voice wasn't a whine but it was plaintive, "yeah, it felt good but—but the whole idea is so—so undignified." Melissa dope slapped him on the head. "Jared, my pretty, dignity and sex have nothing to do with each other. Now you are going to stand there nice and submissively while I strip you down. Then you're going to go take a shower while I watch. I want lots of suds and a thorough scrubbing. Once you're clean and dry—well there are so many possibilities I'm not sure where I'll start. Now hold still." The older woman gestured in the direction of a stereo and soft Middle Eastern music began to play. First an oboe and a drum did rolling riffs together as she slowly, languorously unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it over his shoulders. She knelt down and unlaced his shoes and then unbuckled his belt. "Eventually, you'll make me do this, sweetie, instead of being afraid of me. Not that I'm opposed to a little trepidation. A touch of anxiety adds spice to the bottom's acquiescence. That's why girl's like spankings, I suspect. Did you spank either Marli or Becky?" A mandolin started a faster melody as Melissa unfastened Jared's trousers and wiggled them down his legs. "No," he answered, "I never hurt anyone or anything." In spite of his protests, when Melissa pulled Jared's boxers down, his cock sprang to half attention. It made Melissa smile. She leaned forward and ran her tongue around the helmet and kissed the end then pulled his pants down to his ankles. "Step out." She commanded and once he was completely naked began to run her hands all over him squeezing, fondling and very definitely arousing. Standing behind him she reached around and slowly stroked his hardening manhood while running an impertinent finger down between his buttocks and slowly rimming his anus. "Now as I said. Lots of suds and plenty of scrubbing. I'm going to enjoy this." Soaping himself under the hot water Jared looked out of the enclosure to see Melissa slowly unbuttoning her long shirt dress. As it opened under her fingers it became obvious that she wore nothing beneath it. The sight was intensely erotic. This makes no sense; he said to himself, she's at least old enough to be my mother and probably old enough to be my grandmother. Yes, she's really fit and trim but why am I so turned on by a woman that much older than I am? However, there was no denying that he was stiffer and harder than ever. She smiled at his reaction and strolled over to her dresser and looking coyly at him over her shoulder withdrew a Realdoe Classic. She kissed it and then licked the bulb before slipping it inside leaving the phallic end jutting out and up. "This is the number two size, darling," she said with a leer, "It's a bit bigger than the one I used last time but there are still two more that are bigger than this. It won't take long before you get used to the biggest one, my pretty; I'll make sure of that. Do you know how luscious you look, all covered with soap? I really ought to video this so you can see but I won't—this time. Now you get all rinsed and dried off, Jared." She led him by the hand to the bed and took out a length of rope from the nightstand. "Are you sleeping with Marli, tonight?" "Uh, yeah?" "Splendid. So tonight you're going to do to her just what I'm going to do to you. Today you're my little chickadee and tonight she'll be yours. She loves this game." "Game?" Jared didn't know why he didn't protest as Melissa tied one of his wrists to the headboard. "Game!" Melissa replied. "It's a game called 'I'm the boss'." She went around to the other side of the bed and pulled his other wrist over and tied it fast. Now Jared was sprawled face down across the mattress. "Spread your legs—wide. Now bend the knees and arch your back. Show me how much you want this." Kiss of the Spider Woman Pt. 05 The touch of her hand softly fondling his 'package' bypassed Jared's brain and went straight to his spine making him arch his back. Suddenly there was a sharp smack on his upturned butt. "Ow! Hey, what was that for?" "To show you what to do to Marli," Melissa hardly paused between slaps, "many women, and some men, find spankings very arousing. Marli is one. So once you've got her tied down you smack her ass hard enough to leave hand prints. She'll yell and struggle and maybe start to cry but it's all part of the game—unless she says either 'yellow' or 'red'. Then you quit. And once her butt's all fiery, like yours is now, you rub it like this." As Melissa massaged his buttocks, the sting turned into heat and spread down his legs and up his back. The sensation was amazing—even pleasant. Then he felt the well-lubed dildo start to rub up and down the cleft of his ass. "Once you've got her all heated up she should start getting good and wet. That's when you stick it in, like this!" The Realdoe pushed into him, making Jared moan softly. Then a hand clutched his blond curls and pulled his head back. "And you hold her like this. And now the fucking begins." Just as before, Jared would have liked to protest but the emotions were so great that he slipped into surrender, moaning and whimpering with pleasure. Perhaps this was what so turned him on about the older woman. She did what she wanted with him and made him like it. And if it worked on him, she might well be right that Marli would like him doing the same thing to her. A small part of his brain tried to keep that thought but the rest of it just shut down and enjoyed being used. ***** A couple of weeks later Melissa was lying happily curled up around her senior husband. The Vigorilla had done its usual magic and he had worked her over thoroughly but that fact did cause her to think. "Konny?" She asked softly. "Mmm?" "Did you have a talk with Jared?" "Did I have 'a talk' with him? He came to me with a question because you'd told him that here in the commune we solve problems in groups." "I did, didn't I? And his question was?" "He expressed unhappiness about being treated like a girl during Monday siestas." Melissa raised her head and looked down at the white-haired man. "And just what did you tell him?" Konrad Koenig looked mildly hurt. "All I did was point out that as fit and strong as you are, you weigh less than one-twenty-five. Did I over-estimate or something?" "That's all you said." "That's all I said." Melissa lay back down and put her head back on his chest. "Well then, my youngest husband seems to be very quick on the uptake. Good for him." Konrad pulled Melissa up onto his chest and looked up at her with a mischievous grin. "Okay, scandalous wench. What happened?" Melissa giggled. "I think he must have gotten into the Vigorilla. Most of the young men don't bother and don't have much cause to but he may have wanted the extra confidence or something. Anyway, I took him back to the room and was thinking about making him strip and get on his knees and eat me for a while before standing up and bending down so I could use the next bigger dildo on him. Instead, as soon as I closed the door he reached down, grabbed me around the hips, picked me up and threw me onto the bed. Then he jumped on top of me, pinned me down and started kissing and nibbling me all over." Konrad grinned broadly. "Sounds exciting!" "It was! And then he started tearing my clothes off, really tearing them. It took me two hours to find all the buttons. Then he fucked me for almost half an hour and then he turned me over, grabbed the KY jelly and sodomized me, just like you just did." "Turned the dominance tables on you, did he?" Melissa nuzzled Konrad's chest. "Yup. But after we woke up I told him that it was still Monday and he still needed his weekly pegging. Such a good boy! He rolled over, got up on his knees and elbows and wiggled his butt at me. You know, I think of the younger husbands Jared may turn out to be my favorite." Konrad snorted. "I'm glad you put in that 'younger' qualifier." Melissa grabbed the man's beard in her teeth and pulled gently. "Aw, is my senior hubby just a teensy weensy jealous? You're so cute when you get jealous. Roll over; obviously you need a good pegging, too!" ***** Jared finished his mid-day meal and started back to his room. He didn't have a date for the siesta, mostly because he hadn't asked for one. Instead he lay on his bed with his hands behind his head and stared thoughtfully up at the ceiling. Turning the tables on Melissa had been a lot of fun and very satisfying but so had submitting to her dildo afterwards. It put him in a quandary. Which did he like better? Or—did he enjoy them equally? And was that a problem either way? After much thought he nodded to himself and closed his eyes and went to sleep. The following Monday he ate quickly and slipped out of the dining hall. A trip to town had revealed exactly what he wanted, a long, long-sleeved polo shirt and a matching pair of socks, and he rushed back to his room to change. Then before the meal was done he slipped into Melissa's suite, took off his shoes and pants and curled up seductively on her sofa. Grabbing his phone he sent her a text. I'm in your room, waiting. ;-) Melissa felt the phone buzz on her belt. Curious, she looked down at it and opened the message. A satisfied smile crossed her face and she looked up at the others at her table. "It appears my little 'girlfriend' has decided the bottom role suits him. So if you'll excuse me I'm going to go enjoy his company for a while." The others all sniggered. Several of the women brightened up at the thought. Though all of the men were pretty casual about the roles they played in sex, the thought that the youngest husband of all was a happy catamite was intriguing. Yes, having one particular husband as a toyboy sounded very, very sexy. Melissa opened her door to see Jared, his bare buttocks pointed at her, looking expectantly over his shoulder. She closed the door quietly behind her and stood quietly looking down at him. "Darling," she said, "it takes a man very secure in his sexuality to be as willing to be taken by a woman as to take her. I'm really impressed that you are happy to be this flexible at your age." "I don't know about all that," Jared answered softly, "I just know what feels good." Melissa began unbuttoning her blouse as she responded. "Of course it feels good. Just as a woman gets different pleasures from her clitoris and from being penetrated you get different pleasures from your prostate and from penetrating a woman. Sex is so wonderfully complex and it would be really silly to say, 'only this but not that'. It's a bit of a shame that men are so much less fluid than women are. I think seducing new wives is great fun but for some reason none of the senior husbands have any desire to seduce junior ones. So I do it myself." She shucked off her boots and socks, let her bra slide languidly down her arms, leaned forward and shimmied. Then, turning her back on Jared but looking over her shoulder at him with a wink, she eased her khakis down over her well-toned backside and swayed left and right. Naked, Melissa moved closer and began to stroke, squeeze and fondle Jared's ass. "You're so cute with your butt hanging out from under that shirt, honey." Melissa chuckled as she spoke. "It makes you really desirable. So you know what? I'm going to do what you want. I'm going to grease you up and give you a thorough fucking but I'm not going to let you cum. After I've worked you over, I want you to do the same thing to me. I know you want me inside of you and I want you inside of me. Sit up, lover." Melissa dropped to her knees as Jared slid over to the edge of the couch. With her eyes closed and a smile on her face she began to rub her face against the velvety helmet of his engorged cock. She kissed the tip and flicked her tongue around the edge before taking it in her mouth and swiveling her head around as she sucked. Jared sighed. He wondered if Melissa gave blowjob lessons to the other wives and if she didn't why not? Marli was eager but she just didn't have the touch the matriarch did. He started to moan. Reaching for her hair, Jared took a handful and grasped it firmly. Smiling around the mouthful of his manhood, Melissa put her arms behind her back and closed her eyes. Whimpering softly, Jared started pulling and pushing on Melissa's head, making her take him deeper into her throat. She wiggled her tongue making the note of his moans rise. When she decided he was close to coming she pulled away and winked. "You seem to be ready. Spread your legs and lift your knees, dear. First I'll put this cock ring on you and then squeeze this big gob of lube up your butt. Now you look so ready, so needy." Melissa took out her largest Feeldoe, the one with the ridges, and slipped it into her eager sex. She leaned forward, put its tip on his anus, hooked her elbows behind his knees and leaned into him. Jared gasped. "Big, isn't it?" Melissa asked with a chuckle, "Now just lay back, honey, and be fucked—be happily fucked, junior husband, happily but thoroughly." With each thrust Jared moaned in pleasure. Melissa thought it endearing. People seem to think that women are the ones who make all the noise during sex. Nonsense, she said to herself, it was just that women were the ones most often penetrated. Penetrate a man and he'd make the same sort of noise. Mentally she sniffed. Angela was wasting her time trying to develop a male version of Surrendrone. All you had to do was seduce them into being receptive and they were putty in your hands. She would have to go back and check, Melissa thought, and make sure that she'd been pegging all her husbands equally. She suspected that a few of them were keeping out of reach. That would never do. At last she withdrew from the younger man and unsnapped the cock ring from his engorged, purple phallus. She slipped a condom over it and then handed Jared the lubricant. "It's your turn, baby," she murmured, "Bugger me good." ***** That evening Jared was once more on his back but Marli was riding him cowgirl sliding up and down on his manhood as he squeezed and fondled her breasts and buttocks. Finally she looked down at him and whispered, "Cum for me, baby." In the afterglow she nuzzled his neck and murmured, "For a guy who is Melissa's 'girlfriend' you make a pretty good stud. Maybe next Monday I'll come with you and we can do a three-some?" "Hmpf. You come with me and she'll probably dose you up with Surrendrone, tie us both over the back of her sofa and take turns buggering us with the biggest dildo she has." "You think so? Then it's definitely a date!"