Melissa Koenig stood in the shade of the veranda of the main dining hall of the commune she ran. She smiled at the children running up and down the dirt road that ran down the center of the Farm and at the younger adult members at their various tasks keeping the place running. Several years before the idea of a benevolent matriarchal commune had been a dream. Then came the stunning day when her lover and effective co-wife Angela Phillips had managed to tame the toxic effects of the peptide Tx2-6 found in the venom of the Brazilian wandering spider. Combined with a derivative of PL 6983 it became not only a true aphrodisiac but a treatment for Erectile Deficiency that was like Viagra on steroids. She named the compound Vigorilla and it took the pharmaceutical world by storm. Suddenly near unlimited funding was available and the Gaian Farm and Industry, Inc. was born—and so was the commune.
She watched Lilia Gomez approach, swaying unconsciously at the hips. Now there was a girl who really needed to spend some time getting her head straight. Though the younger woman positively radiated sex appeal and intelligence, for reasons Melissa couldn't determine Lilia made no effort to enjoy the men who were, per membership contract, her multitudinous husbands. Neither was she attracted to the women who were her 'wives' and didn't even have any interest in administration. So why had she joined? It was a puzzle.
Bearded lips kissed their way down Melissa's neck and strong hands held her hips. Oho! One of the lovely men was feeling amorous and that was always a welcome turn of events. She closed her eyes and leaned back against his chest, totally engaged in the warm sensations that spread through her body. She wondered which one it was.
"You smell wonderful, Melissa," Angus' deep voice rumbled softly in her ear, "Peggy thinks you should join us for a threesome after lunch."
"Mmm, what a delightful prospect. Did she say who should be in the middle?"
"No, she didn't, but I think it should be you, for a change. Even though you are the local Lady of the Manor you can't always be in charge of everything. I think this time you should just let it happen."
Melissa thought for a moment. She hadn't been thoroughly used by another couple for quite some time. Mostly she either had her way with the younger men and women or made happy, domestic love to her main husband, Konrad. Being between Angus and Peggy would be fun.
"It's a date!"
*****
Showered, moisturized and wearing clothes specifically selected for removal, Melissa sat down with her prospective lovers at lunch. After swallowing a bite of Caesar salad, she remarked to Peggy, "Do you talk to Lilia much?"
"No," Peggy answered, "and I'm not sure that anyone does, except for the kind of chat that keeps everything running. I kind of wonder about that but I think the answer is that she's just kind of shy. I see the way she walks. She looks like she's inviting someone to pat her on the ass but since she's so quiet and reserved, no one does."
"Angus, what do you think?"
The big man snorted. "The rules here are that first approaches are purely up to the women. You know that. Hell, you wrote them. It's not up to us to seduce her unless she gives some indication of inviting seduction. She hasn't so we don't."
Melissa nodded in agreement. That was the rule, alright, and yes, she had written it. Well, sometime soon she would have to have a talk with the girl. And if she really didn't want to get thoroughly laid on a regular basis, it was her choice. But at least it should be clear to everyone in the group.
*****
The Matriarch sighed with happy languor as Angus slowly undid the fastenings of her clothes. The couple had taken each of her hands and led her to their cabin. Once inside Peggy had slowly undressed and then very deliberately donned a full body leather harness and a stout Realdoe. As Melissa's garments fell away, Peggy stroked the silicone suggestively and leered at the older woman.
Melissa wondered what they had in mind. Whatever it was, she was sure to enjoy it. "Subs Dominate when they learn how and Doms get Subordinate whenever they get the chance", she'd heard. There wasn't any evidence given for the statement but she believed it. Obviously they both intended to use her, vigorously she hoped, but how? Double penetration? Spit roasting? Taking turns? All of the above? Whatever came, she was looking forward to it!
Angus' hands ran up her slim, toned hips and then up her belly to cup and knead her breasts. Some years before he had told a prospective member that even at her age, Melissa was as fine a piece of ass as any man could wish for. Decades of yoga left her slim, lithe and flexible beyond belief and with muscle control that seemed almost trans-human. His first encounter with Vigorilla had been with Melissa and it had been one wild ride. He'd stayed hard for over an hour and she had introduced him to positions right off the pages of the Kama Sutra. It had been their first tryst but it hadn't been the last. It had been a while since they'd included Peggy, though, he thought and from the look of it, things were going to be interesting.
"I get her front, honey, you stick to the back," Peggy ordered and taking Melissa's face in both hands, drove her tongue in the Matriarch's waiting, open mouth.
Melissa emptied her mind, surrendering to the whirl of sensation. Mouths on her nipples, her neck, her lips and hands all over her body, groping, fondling, squeezing and probing soon had her drifting into the trained yogini's state of extended orgasm. It washed over her, lifted her on its wave and carried her away until, at last, the couple picked her up and set her on the bed on her hands and knees.
And now it's their turn,
she thought,
they'll spit roast me until I can make them cum. Should I take my time or get them off quick? Let's see what happens.
Just as she suspected would happen, Angus lay back on his elbows in front of her, proud manhood rampant and ready. Melissa felt Peggy's hands on her hips just before the big silicone dildo drove into her pussy. With a smile she grasped the man's cock, brought it to her lips and engulfed it. To the satisfaction of all three, they took their time.
*****
Midway through the next morning, Melissa sought relief from the July heat at the picnic table area under a huge, spreading shagbark hickory with a pitcher of iced sweet tea and a pair of glasses. Sooner or later, Lilia would saunter by. The Matriarch would invite her to join in the tea and then they could talk. If it didn't work today, it would eventually. Sooner or later everyone came through the picnic area, especially on hot, summer days. And, right on time, along came Lilia.
"Hi, Lily, want to join me in some iced tea?"
Lilia stopped, looked surprised and then smiled. "Why yes, I would," she replied in lightly accented English, "that sounds wonderful."
Lilia sat down, Melissa filled her glass and they began to chat about nothing in particular. The Matriarch was good at this. It was a great way to steer the conversation around to whichever issue she felt needed attending to. Eventually she slid to the point.
"So how do you like living in our commune, honey?"
Lilia sucked her lips in and bit down gently. She took a deep breath, started to blush and then replied hesitantly, "I like it here a lot but—I'm not sure how to fit it. I mean, everyone is so—so sensual and so casual about it. I just can't bring myself to do that."
Melissa leaned forward and took the younger woman's hand. "What would you like to do? Just something small, something that might start the ball rolling, what would you like to do?"
Now Lilia turned dark red under her tanned skin. "If you must know, what I really want to do is just come up behind Carlos and squeeze his butt. He really has a sexy bottom but . . ."
"But you've been brought up with the idea that it's completely inappropriate, haven't you? And off the property, it is. But inside our borders, there's nothing wrong with it. Believe me, Lilia, the men appreciate it and, even better, will be happy to return the favor. Here it's not abusive because it's part of our relationship to each other. Group marriage, remember? Squeezing Carlos' backside is just a way of saying 'good morning, sexy' or 'got any plans for after lunch, big fella?' Remember, here the women initiate. The guys won't come on to you until you let them know it's okay, but you do have to let them know. Yes, you could just stand up in the middle of dinner and shout, 'hey, I'm available and horny' but that's pretty crass. It's more civilized to cock your head to one side, rub your shoulder against a guy's, and wink. It's really all you have to do. They'll take care of the rest—at least until you develop enough self-confidence to start being the Top. You really should give it a try. Now, here come's Jared. He's one of my favorite 'girl friends'."
Lilia turned and wondered how in the world Jared could ever be considered a girlfriend. His shoulders were broad, his biceps impressive and his tight T-shirt molded itself over a six pack of a belly. She whistled inside her head.
"
Girl
friend?"
"When he first joined he, like you, was very shy. I finally 'took him firmly to hand' as the saying goes and made him my Sub. He found out that he enjoyed being penetrated as much as any of the women and to this day comes to take the woman's role for me after lunch every Monday. However, trust me on this, he's plenty damned virile the rest of the week. Hey, Jared, come sit in the shade!"
The young man grinned and sauntered over.
"Now remember," Melissa whispered, "after a few minutes, cock your head to one side, rub you shoulder against his and wink."
After a few minutes of inconsequential chat, Melissa excused herself and strode off towards the arachnid barn leaving Lilia and Jared sitting beside each other. Mentally girding up her loins, Lily cocked her head to one side, looked up at Jared through half closed eyes, leaned her shoulder against his and slowly rubbed it back and forth. When he looked down at her with a raised eyebrow, she winked.
A strong arm wrapped around her, pulling her close before sliding down her side to softly rub her backside. "Any plans for after lunch?" Jared asked in a whisper.
"Well," she murmured, "since you ask, I didn't. But I could!"
"I can come up with a bunch. Interested?"
"Mm-hmm!"
And his mouth was on hers, kissing ravenously. When he finally came up for air he whispered, "Your place or mine?"
"Uh-mine, I guess. Won't Marli be at yours?"
"She will but she won't mind. She might even ask to join in."
