Hotter with a Blue Bonnet on it Ch. 03

"Yes," was all she could manage and even that single word was labored.

"Would Kate have wanted me like this?"

The shake of her head back and forth once was almost imperceptible.

"But Ivy wants me. Ivy wants me like I want her. Tell me, Ivy, why do you want to love me? Why do you want to fuck me?"

"Because...I have a bi pussy. The men here need their women to have bi pussies."

Correctness.

She groaned in satisfaction at the feeling and let Rose take her hands one more time and lead her to the bed. She whimpered in some small bit of fear as Kelsey began to untie the bow to her bonnet, but they all did their best to soothe her, "It's all right now, Ivy," Adette said, "What's right is inside you now as much as anything else, we promise."

What followed were those rapids that she had felt herself heading towards subsuming her in wave after wave of pleasure. The women welcomed her, eager to explore her, eager to love and welcome her and she was no less eager to be welcomed. Ivy bit hard and nibbled and licked and groped, loving each of them in turn as they loved one another together.

But Rose was special. She knew that now, and it wasn't just that it was the promise of what Rose could do for her life in the outside world. She loved them all. Each touch proved that to her. Each touch and kiss was like its own orgasm distinct from the one before or after, but Rose was just that much above the rest. She loved Rose and knew the love was returned completely.

When Rose nestled that mound over and just above her lips and she could inhale the scent that gave her goosebumps all over even as she felt blissfully overwhelmed by those eyes bearing down on her, though they conveyed nothing but joy at what they both knew was inevitable. Ivy wallowed for a moment in certainty. It's what's meant to be.

Correctness.

She took three hesitant licks before filling her lungs with the scent and licked with whorish abandon while the other women touched them both, losing herself in those eyes. In less than a minute Rose shuddered violently...squirting, drenching the face and mouth beneath her. There was a valiant effort to take it all, but there was simply too much. The women laughed sweetly, teasing them both playfully, but they let the two of them have their moments.

Some time after, Rose pulled away from her other reluctantly as Vanessa's voice could be heard. "I guess this means breakfast will be turning into brunch?"

"Looks like," Brandon said, "but we're okay with that, aren't we?"

They looked to see Vanessa standing with Brandon who just looked at them with that bashful charm.

Rose spoke up, gesturing towards the women beneath her. "She saw you being a proper man with Vanessa."

"Look at her," he said, "she's gorgeous and full-bodied. And those tits. God, I love those tits."

Vanessa simply blushed at the praise. "Randy knows you do."

Rose kissed her again after turning back to her. "Ivy understands why Brandon has to do that and why I have to allow it...don't you?"

She looked at them, remembering the spectacle in the barn, yet seeing it in an entirely new way, her voice sure. "Because Brandon is a man. He's built to fuck any woman that will let him slake his urges and spread his seed. That's his place. Vanessa's a woman and she's built to be fucked and slake his urges and give herself to those urges and to him, and to his happiness because he's the man and has needs and knows best."

Hearing the truth come from her turned him on as though he hadn't fucked in ages. His cock pressing against his trousers he drank in the sight of her body, from her own long legs, to breasts every bit as full as Rose's that seemed to resist gravity perfectly. They looked at one another and, as he hungered, she seemed to surrender.

It was time.

He started to disrobe and Ivy watched Rose come to the edge of the bed and undo his belt and trousers as Vanessa began to strip as well. Ivy briefly wondered how she'd managed to put herself back together as though she hadn't been behaving like a wanton whore, but the sight of his bare chest peeking through and the sight of his cock fully erect stole her attention. She looked at it and her mouth watered as her pussy dripped anew. It was hot enough as it was but the heat that came with thinking about where that thing had just been was tangible and touching it just made her hotter.

She felt badly for having so judged him the day before. He was beautiful. He was perfect and he had picked her and he was about to make her his.

Correctness.

Ivy rode that feeling and the extra rapture from the fact that her bonnet was part of her now even though she was separated from it.

She watched him fold his own clothes and not lose a hint of hardness before Rose took them, placing them on the chair near the bed as he himself folded his silver-buttoned vest almost reverently atop the pile.

Adette laced her fingers to Ivy's as he climbed the bed, beginning to kiss her. She bit her lip, and dog like panting followed. Each kiss didn't just feel good, each kiss of his lips as they cut a path from breast to shoulder to her neck felt like sex. Each felt like its own, individual, blissful experience and she cried out with each one, embracing each little orgasm. Hearing the same come from him in that uniquely male lustful growl was like a cherry on top of the most decadent sundae ever created.

Her eyes drifted for an instant to his clothes before his face became her world and the small kisses he planted the source of every good thing in the universe. He'd noticed and responded. "As your bonnet leads you to the truth, our vests lead us. They tame the wild in our hearts. Untaught men would do...horrible things to proper women in a place like this. Outsider men with their jealousy, greed, and hatred of women and hatred of themselves? No. No abuse. No violence. Those are things the community has removed. Men have responsibilities to the women that they take and love and that love them."

"It's why I had to try not to laugh when you worried about my money, my love." Rose said with pride. "He couldn't bring himself to steal from me even if he wanted to, not that that was ever who he was to begin with."

"We know our place as protector and lover." His lips came to hers and hers parted on their own, letting his tongue become part of her. Rose had called her brownies sublime, but they held no comparison to this. He tasted so good she was sure she could live on his kisses alone.

Kelsey laced her hand to Ivy's as she felt Jennifer lift her left ankle and hold it firmly and high as Rose came back to her ear, fingers running as they pleased over her body. "What's your name?"

There was no hesitation."Ivy."

"Brandon has picked you, Ivy."

"I know."

"Will you give Vanessa your other leg? It's just tradition for the choosing. She willingly surrenders."

"Mmmmmmm." The thought raced through her mind.

"If only you could put that in your story. I was crying, Ivy. I was crying and begging. I wanted it to happen. I wanted to be taken away from all that was before. I didn't know exactly what was happening, but I didn't care. I gave them my hands and my ankles and I begged for Brandon to do it. Those outsiders that'd read that wouldn't understand, but you do."

She looked at the warm expression on Vanessa's face and placed her ankle in that waiting hand, watching her leg be lifted. "I do understand."

He lifted himself to his knees over her as Rose lifted herself enough to take his cock and guide it to Ivy's sopping hole. She gave his cock a lick and his belly a kiss as he slowly drove home.

Her eyes rolled back to the whites as he worked deeper and deeper, each short thrust claiming more and more of her. Claiming me. Brandon picked me. I'm Brandon's now.

Correctness. Reward.

She screamed as she claimed yet another wave of joy.

Once he'd filled her as completely as he could he hooked his arms under her shoulders for leverage and began to fuck her. She loved it. She loved the restraint of his weight and the loving restraint of the women with her. Ivy could look over his shoulder and see Rose's hair falling forward as she kissed up his spine.

Brandon whimpered helplessly as he pounded into her. "God, I love you, Ivy. I wanted you so bad and now you're here. I love you so much."

"I love you, too, Brandon...so fucking much. It was simply so and the sense of absolute correctness that came with that was as it should be. Whatever he wanted was what would be. She knew he would never hurt her or take advantage of the everything she gave. "I'm yours. I love you and I'm yours."

She loved them all. She would give that same everything to them forever and always. Then a thought occurred to her: Brandon likes dirty little bitch mouths.

Ivy took her hand back, grabbing his head via a handful of hair as he plowed mercilessly. "Did you even wash that cock, Brandon?"

"Hmmmmmm...?" the puzzlement mixed with the lust to be just coherent enough.

The only thing that kept Ivy able to speak through her own ecstasy was the fact that it was pleasing him. "Did you even bother to wash Vanessa off that cock before you shoved it up inside me? You didn't, did you?"

"MMMMMmmmmmmmmmmm...no. Fuck, Ivy. No, I didn't."

"Of course you didn't. That's what's going to happen, isn't it? You're going to go lift whatever other blue dress you want and then come home and stick it in me or Rose? Or me and Rose?"

"I'm a man, he said. "I need to."

"And you fucking like it."

"Yessssssssssssss."

Rose's petal soft lips touched Ivy's again. "Your holes are going to be popular with the men, too, Ivy, don't kid yourself about that. They will be splaying you open for stuffing often. That long tongue is going to be making the rounds of the women, too."

Ivy's cunt gripped his cock at the idea and she salivated at the notion of making the rounds. "Like that Brandon? I'll lick Vanessa for you...while you watch. Maybe I'll still taste you inside her. Will I?"

"My God you're a hot, nasty cunt."

"But that's what you, need, sweetie. That's what you want and need me to be; all polite and proper and shy in public, but in our bedroom...just your nasty, completely shameless, bi pussy whore."

"Yes! Yes, Ivy." His ass slamming was making the bed creak as Ivy gave her hand back to Kelsey to hold as he took his fill of her. "That's what I want."

"Then that's what I'll be for you because I love you and I'm yours."

He pumped even faster. She knew his orgasm was close even as she felt she'd been riding a continuous one for a while now that would spike anew every few thrusts. It was so intense already that she couldn't imagine it being any better.

When he came though, when she felt it in the tightening of his muscles and the hoarseness of his voice. When she heard him wail as, she realized, he must have with Vanessa, she came with him with an intensity that she didn't think it was possible to feel and stay sane. She now fully understood how Adette could completely forget English. It was Ivy's native tongue and she knew she'd have a hard time stringing words together just then.

She'd lost track of time and reality for a long while and, as she came back, she felt him still on top of her and inside her while the sole of her right foot ran affectionately up and down the back of his leg. Sweat covering them both, she looked around at the smiling, happy faces of those that shared the experience. He kissed her. They kissed one another. "I love you, Ivy."

"I love you, too." She loved them all. Brandon and Rose were on a slightly higher pedestal, but that was to be expected. Ivy loved them all and they loved Ivy. She belonged to all of them and they to her. But Brandon? He was nothing short of divine. She understood so much now. And in those little things that were still unclear? Rose would teach her and the thought sat prominently within her that My bonnet will teach me the way and the truth.

Correctness.

He was relaxed and in the afterglow still needing to kiss her as he spoke. "There's a reason I was able to convince everyone to let you come here and do the interview you wanted."

She was curious, but unconcerned. None of that really mattered anymore. He had chosen her and it brought her a thrill to realize that Ivy had brought Kate to obedience before either truly realized what that meant. "Tell me."

He began with, "We need you."

With those three words alone he had her absolute attention.

***

Brandon leaned into Ivy and she turned her cheek to get that electric little kiss before he headed off. "Ryan is having some trouble with his tractor and I said I'd help."

"You just like the way Veronica says thank you," she teased.

"I never denied that," he said with a lopsided grin, but decided to tease her himself. "I'm sure Ryan will want to discuss your spending Wednesday night."

She smiled at the remark. "As always, whatever you think is best." It would be so simply because that was the way of things, but she also knew full well what he would end up finding 'best' for her and she thrilled at it.

Correctness.

She didn't need that sense from her bonnet anymore, not as a nudge, whisper, or a full-fledged check of her thoughts, but she liked it as its own reward. It meant she was being proper and following the way to the truth, as was her place. Sometimes she would lay in the hammock on the property, rock between the two oak trees, and go from one proper thought to the next simply to float on that sea of serenity her bonnet would give her.

Sometimes she and Rose would do that together, giving voice to those proper thoughts for one another. And sometimes, after the longer chores were done, they'd make love in the grass as she urged Rose to 'suck her wet, bi cunt dry.' She certainly tried, but she had yet to be able to keep up with the wetness, much less suck Ivy dry. They would spend each other, then lay together for as long as they dare before coming back in to do the things that needed doing before Brandon made it home for the day.

And all of that was correct, too.

She watched happily as he put a kiss on Rose and listened to their banter before he departed. When it was only the two of them, they embraced and kissed deeply. Lingering close, Rose pondered, "If there's time after you're done, maybe you could help me make some brownies?"

"Trying to fatten me up?"

"I'm not sure that's possible," she asserted wistfully. "Seems like you can eat as you please and not gain an ounce."

"Hate me for it?"

"Just the tiniest, most acceptable bit." Her smile was the sweetest thing.

"One condition?"

Rose tilted her head and waited patiently.

"Sing to me later; that new one you're working on?"

The smile had yet to leave her face. "Blushy, crushy fangirl."

"Yes."

"I'll work on it as we work on the brownies, how's that?"

"Deal."

Satisfied at the awesome that she had to look forward to she sat down at the desk in their bedroom.

Ivy watched their reflection in the blank monitor as Kate reached to the bed and picked up her bonnet. "You want?"

"Yes, please." she said, already in relaxed anticipation at the feel of it. "It helps me focus to write."

In the house Kate didn't have to worry about their hair being done up properly to hide it under the bonnet. Brandon didn't concern himself with it as he was more relaxed than some of the other men who earned the moniker 'loving sticklers.' For them, if it was to be worn at all it always had to be properly so. Though, even when those men came to call for whatever reason all was well because it was Brandon who was the king of his particular castle, as it was with all the men.

She placed it on Ivy's head and heard her breath catch. Rose envied Ivy's restraint as sometimes she couldn't stifle the moan that having it it against her head brought out of her, though she did like Ivy's squeak as the bow touched her chin. Rose couldn't stop herself from leaning in to kiss and touch. She loved Ivy so.

Ivy, for her part took all her will to open her eyes and focus. "I'm turning it on before you turn me on too much for me to actually do my thing."

Rose jumped away with a laugh, "Okay, okay, waitwaitwaitwaitwait." She scampered towards the door, not looking back. "See you later, love."

The door closed with a firm click and Ivy let her laptop come alive. It didn't bother her like it had before, and it never would again. While none of the other women truly had the urge to explore that part of the world anymore on their own firsthand, they had pride in Ivy for being able to because that was simply the purpose for which the community decided it needed her.

And, whatever those she loved needed, she would do.

There were so many men and women in need. They ached inside from the pain in their lives. They yearned for something simpler. The right ones had to be found, nurtured, and led here to strengthen the community as much as to bring them peace from their troubled, confused lives. Her reputation in this corner of the world and her ability to speak in so matter-of fact a way and yet so eloquently would help her find those most in need of the way and the truth. Ivy would be the community's careful voice in the cyber world.

She had all her notes before her as she stared at that black screen she now preferred for writing and watched the white letters flow. All of her notes would find a use, though not in the way she'd originally intended. That was correct though, as the person who wrote now was not the same person that had arrived only a few weeks before.

She typed and the words flowed:

You all know Rose Khyber, multi-platinum recording artist, winner of enough awards to fill a semi-truck and, according to most, including me, the voice of her generation. She spoke to us through her music in a way nothing short of timeless and in a way that I doubt anyone will duplicate.

And most of you know me as Lady Technomage, Queen of the PC Master Race, gossipmonger of Silicon Valley, and general know-it-all when it comes to anything you have to write code for to make work beyond it being a sleek paperweight.

I decided I wanted something different and that that voice of a generation was also going to be a springboard for me to take serious journalism by storm. If she were willing, I could use that voice, with my own, to carve my path. And, as those of you that have followed me over the years and through several iterations of Moore's Law, and several debates on whether Moore's Law even applies anymore, once Lady Technomage sets her sights to doing something, it gets done.

All I had to do was convince modern music's greatest recluse, a woman who literally had everything most people dream of and walked away from it without looking back once to talk to me when she had no reason to talk to me or anyone else.

She didn't miss the world and no one understood why. I certainly didn't. What's not to love about always being connected and always being on stage, even if that stage is on your lap in front of the television as opposed to a 20,000 person arena showing people only what they want to and expect to see? I was used to it. It defined who I was.

Rose agreed to talk to me, so I hopped in my car and drove as quickly as I could to get the story of a lifetime. Instead, with the help of Rose and some of the wonderful people here, I found my own story as well as hers.

My name is Ivy, and I found something better.

Let me begin to explain...

End.