WBDP - Brianna Delivers Pt. 03

"I'm not gay," he protested. "I've never had anything up my ass."

"You mean other than a proctologists finger. I'm not gay either," I said, "I assure you, but I have been fucked in the ass. I decided to let Marcia dominate me for two days on this trip so we could both see what it was like to be on the opposite side of the Dom/sub equation, and while I was, she fucked my ass with a strap on. The strap-on was bigger than this thing is, too. It's not that bad. The same things making anal sex pleasurable for them makes it feel good to us. It will get you hard again in a heart beat."

"Seriously, you're going to do this? It doesn't hurt?"

"What hurt was getting an erection so often my cock got raw from fucking. The stimulator didn't hurt at all."

"I'm sure my Master can do anything Master Sam can do," Evelyn said. "I will be happy to put this up his bum. It seems he should experience a little of what I do when he fucks my ass."

"I think so, too," Marcia said. "Don't worry, Master. We'll make sure we lube you up good, won't we Evelyn?"

"Of course, Master. You may not even feel it until I turn it on." She giggled.

"It's been about fifteen minutes' Marcia said. "These poor women have been waiting here patiently. I don't think we should make them wait any longer, do you?"

Bill gave in. He wasn't going to win this argument. He could refuse, but then he'd look silly for refusing to do something he did to his slave all the time, and he knew we were all waiting for him.

"Okay, let's get this over with." He still sounded grumpy, but he'd get over it.

"Evelyn, start sucking your Master's cock." I couldn't see her, but I heard the sounds of a cock being eagerly attended to. "Bring your legs up, Bill; spread them apart, that's right. I'm going to smear a little lube on your rectum. It's kind of cool." I didn't hear anything for a few moments. "Now, I'm going to insert the prostate stimulator. The end is small so it won't be painful, not much bigger than the finger I just used on you. Relax. Don't tighten up. There it goes, and it's in. I'm going to turn it on now. You'll be hard enough to choke your slave in no time." I heard a buzzing.

"Oh, my God," William said, "I can't believe it. I'm getting hard again."

"I suggest you get in the same position you were with Chantelle this morning," Marcia said to Evelyn. "You can lick Bill's partner while she licks you and Bill fucks her cunt. Monique can control the stimulator."

I felt the bed move as everyone got into position. I imagined Evelyn locked into a sixty-nine with my previous partner while William plundered her soft pussy. Hell, I almost didn't need the prostate gadget. I felt myself getting hard already, just from the pictures in my brain.

Marcia's mouth descended like a warm rain on a Florida afternoon, wet and humid. I felt her finish the job my imagination started.

"I don't think I'm going to need the stimulator right now. You seem to have a working tool right now."

"What! And make Bill think he's the only one who has to go through this, Master." I detected a note of sarcasm in her voice. I think she wanted to make me pay for denying her an orgasm for a day. "Besides, you can be a little harder. Pull your legs up."

Shit! Why fight it. I raised my legs and she lubed my rectum and pushed the head in, switching it on. She was right. I stiffened up considerably.

"Kneel up, Master. I'm going to lie down in front of you."

I got up and backed toward the foot of the bed and Marcia laid down. I felt her tongue tickle my balls briefly before another body stirred and I felt legs settle on either side of me as a female got over my wife. Marcia's hand reached up and she grabbed my cock and placed it at the entrance of another cunt, still wet from her bout with William. I leaned forward and slowly penetrated her pussy, sliding right in, her folds parting for my shaft. I heard her moan, whether from me or the stimulation Marcia was applying to her clit, I didn't know, but it didn't matter. At least she was enjoying it. I started stroking into her molten furnace enjoying the sensations of her tight cunt.

Marcia said, "You have to stop, please. My Master is not allowing me to cum."

I heard her mumble her assent and she began rocking her body back toward mine, driving herself on my cock more forcefully. I put my hands on her ass, assessing the body of the woman I was fucking now. Her ass was plush, but not fat. Her back was muscular. I couldn't feel any pubic hair, but it was possible she had a small strip or shaved around her labia. I ran my hand down her leg, another up her back. The thighs also seemed muscular to me, as did the calves. She seemed to have wavy hair, not straight, nor curly. I couldn't be certain, but it might be Adele. She had soft wavy hair and her body seemed muscular to me. Marcia had hold of my probe with her hand and was slowly fucking my ass with it. I heard Evelyn and Bill's partner both cum around the same time, the bed bouncing a little as they did. Bill was groaning. Hell, I was groaning. It felt good to be fucking the soft body in front of me while Marcia played with my ass. I heard my partner surrender to her climax, feeling her cunt tighten exquisitely around my cock.

I decided I shouldn't be the only one in my menage with something in their ass and I felt around for the bottle of lube until I found it slightly behind me. I popped the top and felt for the crease of my partners ass until I felt her rectum flexing under my thumb. I dropped a few drops of the lube into the crease and ran it around her rosebud. Closing the cap, I put my thumb on her sphincter and started exerting pressure. She moaned as I did and her gate parted before my thumb. I started to fuck her ass with it, making her moan again. Right now, we were working a lot of her erogenous zones. My wife's cunt was open before her face, wet and musky with desire, Marcia had an arm wrapped around her waist as she licked her clit, I was pumping into her cunt with my cock and my thumb was fucking her ass. She screamed her delight as she gave in to another orgasm. Her sphincter was throbbing on my thumb, her pussy was pulsating on my prick and the wand was buzzing on my prostate. Fuck! I was done. My cum boiled up and into her warm pussy in waves. Two minutes later, I heard William explode into his partner with low guttural groans.

Marcia turned off the gadget in my ass and withdrew it. It had done it's work. Our two anonymous ladies, got up from the bed and I heard kisses being exchanged, including two for me. The door opened and closed and Marcia removed my mask. William was squinting his eyes as well, briefly blinded.

"Well done, Masters," Marcia said. "Two down, four to go. I'm including Monique of course."

"You're not expecting anything more too soon are you? As effective as those little gadgets are, I'm trying to enjoy my time here. I don't want my cock to be rubbed raw."

"I would concur," Bill said. "We've got time to do the others."

"No, you've done yeoman's work today. You don't have to fuck anyone else unless you want to," Monique said.

"It's probably more a matter of can than want," I said. "I'm not a teenager anymore."

"And I've got you by about what, fifteen years," William said.

"That went well," I said, "on the whole. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves."

"Except your slave didn't get to cum," Marcia said, pouting.

"My slave needs to learn to wait for approval from her Master before she plays around with the other slaves. You're a cum slut constantly seeking her own pleasure."

"Yours too, Master. I seek your pleasure as well."

"That is true. You seek to please me as well. Very much, and you do please me, but I want you thinking of me first when you're my slave, not thinking of your next climax. This morning, you should have started with me and not Monique."

"I didn't want to wake you, Master."

"Yet you woke me when you needed to ask me to cum."

"I did, Master. You told me to ask permission."

"If you could wake me for permission, you could wake me to pleasure me and for me to pleasure you. I was your second choice this morning, not your first. When you're not my slave, I'd give you a pass; when it's the first thing you do during your six days of service to me, you don't."

"I'm sorry, Master. I was wrong. Will you forgive me?"

"Of course I'll forgive you; when your twenty-four hours is up. Until then, you suffer."

I got the Vibe remotes from Evelyn and turned them on.

Monique knelt at my feet. "I'm sorry, Master, but it was my fault. Your slave is so delicious that when Brianna woke me getting up to feed the baby, I began caressing her and kissing her and one thing led to another. I accept full responsibility for her error. Punish me instead of your slave."

I pulled Monique to her feet and looked her in the eye. "I am punishing you. You're not having orgasms either."

"Double up on my punishment, Master. Please don't punish your slave."

"I admire your willingness to accept blame for this matter, but I understand your submission to me is temporary and for one purpose - to have a child. Brianna is your Mistress, not me. I don't expect you to think of me first. I expect you to think of Brianna first, your spouse and Mistress, and me second. Lastly, your sexual orientation would cause you to seek a woman first for pleasure, not a man. I understand why you would seek to have sex with my delicious little slave. But while she's my slave, Marcia's first duty is to me, not you. If she wanted to let me sleep, she can let me sleep, but not wake me up because she needs to cum. Her responsibility, not yours."

"He's right, Monique," Marcia said. "It was my responsibility. Thank you for supporting me, but this was my fault and I will accept blame. Master, if you would not have your slave cum, you need to turn off my Vibe now. I'm very close."

I looked at her. Her nipples were hard, her breasts were flushed, she was breathing fast and liquid was running down her leg from her cunt. I turned off her Vibe. "Thank you, Master."

"Master," Monica said, "you should turn off mine as well. I'm no more than fifteen or twenty seconds from my own orgasm."

"Much better," I said. "Bill, Evelyn, have you had a chance to see the children?"

"Very briefly, while they were sleeping last night in the carriers when you came in, before we sat down to discuss business with Brianna and again for a few minutes when she started to breast feed Sarah this morning before breakfast."

"Why don't we go down to the nursery now. Marcia and I will be watching them tonight. I want to make sure I understand everything needing to be done beforehand. If Evelyn is going to have a child, she may want to get a little practice herself."

"What time does that occur?" William asked.

"I'm not sure, around nine or ten, after Brianna's last feeding. I'll ask while we're there. I'm still pretty new to this father stuff myself."

We went to the nursery and Brianna was there, along with Adele. I looked at Adele closely. Wavy hair, strong legs, muscular back; it could have been her. She noticed my stare and blushed a little. Damn, it had to be her. I didn't say anything, going in and kissing Brianna on the forehead. She was feeding John. Gosh, she looked beautiful, cradling John to her breast, rocking in the chair.

"Feeding time again?" I asked.

"Every two and a half to three hours, just like clockwork. Unfortunately, they're not quite on the same schedule. I think John drinks a little more each feeding, so he can go a little longer between each one. Sarah drinks less, but more often. I try to feed them both when one gets hungry, but it doesn't always work out. If it weren't for the night shift, I might not get much sleep at all and heaven knows I need my beauty rest. Mostly, they're sleeping between feedings right now. I'm guessing sixteen to seventeen hours a day."

"Kind of like cats," Marcia said.

"What time do we need to take over?" I asked.

"I try to give them their last feeding around 9:30 to 10:00, whenever the first one gets hungry around that time. Give them as much milk as they'll take, then I go to bed. That's when you'll need to take over."

"Do you mind if Adele shows us how to heat the milk again? I want to make sure we do it right," I asked.

"No, I appreciate your interest."

"Thanks."

Before we got started, I turned on the Vibes again, a low slow setting. Make it more enjoyable all around. Both Marcia and Monique glared at me. If stares were ray guns, I'd have been fried to a crisp.

"Adele, could you please show us how the milk thingy works again?" I asked, so innocently ice cream wouldn't have melted in my mouth.

"Of course, Master. Here's where we keep the dispensers." She pulled one of the bags out of a wrapper.

"What is that?" Evelyn asked. "I've never seen one of those before."

"Instead of baby bottles, we use these things which is supposed to more closely mimic a breast," Adele said. "You hang it around your neck like this." She demonstrated. "It hangs at breast level which is a more natural position for holding the baby. The nipple is a little more natural as well. Nobody but Brianna has any milk, but we can all kind of breast feed the babies using this device. Even Master Sam will be able to breast feed the twins with this on. You put in two ounces of pumped breast milk; or one ounce of milk and an ounce of formula if you don't have enough milk, in the bag. I'll put two ounces of water in for the demonstration. Heat water with this." She showed us a water heater like I had at home for tea. "Pour it into this shallow pan and put the mixture in the hot water for two minutes. We've timed it out and two minutes works out well for this amount of fluid." We waited for two minutes. "And it's done." She pulled the bag out and hung it on her breast again after putting a towel down first to protect her skin from any hot water which might remain on the outside of the bag.

"And the baby feeds like this?" I asked, putting my head down by her breasts and sucking on the faux nipple.

Adele thumped my head with a finger.

"Ow!" I exclaimed. "That hurt." Everyone was laughing, including Adele.

"Just like that," she said, smiling, "though you might have asked before doing so."

"Well, it doesn't seem too hard, does it, Marcia?"

"No, it seems even you might be able to handle it, Master."

John had finished feeding and Brianna was burping him.

Evelyn asked, "Does he need to be changed? I'd like to change him if he does."

Brianna kind of sniffed the back of his diaper and said, "I'm afraid so."

"Can I take care of it, please?" Evelyn asked.

"Of course, dear. Have you changed diapers before?"

"Some of my friends have had babies, my sister, too. I've changed my share."

"Here you go," Brianna handed John to Evelyn, "the changing station is over there. Sam can show you where everything is. He's changed a couple diapers already."

Evelyn picked up John and held him up, face high.

"Aren't you just the cutest little thing," and she blew raspberries on his tummy and John started to laugh, so Evelyn did it again. She brought him to his changer, made quick note of where everything was and started removing his diaper.

"My, my, this is a ripe one, isn't it, little man."

William had followed her over and was watching with interest.

"Are you ready to start changing diapers?" I asked. "Imagine it. The Wizard of Wall Street changing dirty nappies," laughing.

"I wouldn't mind. The only problem with having a child now is I'll be in my late sixties by the time the child graduates from high school, but Evelyn would make a great mother, wouldn't she?"

"It certainly seems so," I replied. The baby's diaper was already changed and she was holding him close, inhaling his scent just as I had.

"What did you do about the last name?" William asked.

"Hyphenated it. Worth-Evans, after both of us," I replied.

"What are you going to do if any of the others have children?" He asked.

"Shit, I never thought of that," I replied. "Probably seem odd if my name kept appearing at the end of hyphenated names wouldn't it?"

"I'd think so. Especially seven different ones, although Monique's might be Worth as well since she's married Brianna. Of course I already know you're odd, so it doesn't matter what I think, but in reality, they might not all end up being yours. Some could end up being mine. They can't disclose my name by agreement, so no hyphenated Thornhill's in there. Unless you wanted to claim them all."

"Somebody might think I'm a bigamist. I suppose, except for Brianna's, they should just carry the mother's last name."

"In a way, you are a bigamist. Not legally and ceremonially, but you're essentially married to Brianna. You share a bed with her, you'll be living here and she's had your children. Adding other women confuses the issue more. Letting the mother hold the name might be the only sane way to handle it."

"My life just got a lot more complicated in the last ten minutes," I said.

"Your life got a lot more complicated nine months ago when you agreed to have children with another woman in another state, who's a lesbian, and has a stable of lesbian slaves who you also agreed to impregnate. You just realized it got complicated ten minutes ago."

I laughed. "You know; you're right," I said. "I've been in a state of denial so long I might as well live in Egypt. But you know what? I don't care. I'm happy. I don't know if I've ever been happier. Somehow, it'll work out. It's all worked out so far. As long as we all care for one another, we can figure it out."

William patted me on the back. "You seem to be doing okay living in denial. Somehow, you've managed to suck me into your shenanigans. I have to admit, I've never been happier either. Could you believe what Evelyn did today out by the pool. You could have pushed me over with a feather. I don't know if I've ever been more shocked. But it was the most incredible thing I've ever witnessed. I almost climaxed just watching it. And I can't remember ever cumming twice, back-to-back, without some rest between them before. Evelyn, by God, Evelyn sixty-nining Chantelle while I fucked that gorgeous black ass. I felt I'd died and gone to heaven." He chuckled. "Unbelievable!"

"What are you two talking about over here by yourselves?" Evelyn asked.

"Baby names," I said. "Talking about baby names."

"Why are you talking about baby names?"

"Trying to figure out the last names of any babies born if any more of these women get pregnant," William said.

"I could see where that might be an issue," Evelyn said.

"Exactly what we were thinking," I said.

"Why would talking about baby names lead to this?" She reached down and grabbed both of our cocks which, though not hard, were definitely thinking about it.

"We might have failed to mention we also spoke of how much you've changed in the last eight months. Something about the differences between the woman who stepped aboard the 'Southern Skies' last August and the one at the pool this morning."

Evelyn blushed, her whole naked body turning pink. "Was I bad?" She whispered.

"You were perfectly bad, slave," William said, kissing her. "Simply perfect."

"Thank you, Master."

"On that note, I think it's time for supper," I said. Evelyn released my cock, but she kept hold of her Master's.

"If you would like me to take care of this, Master, I will," Evelyn said.

"Please, no. I really need to rest it right now, I assure you, despite the seeming interest in fucking again."

"As you wish, Master." Evelyn smiled, a small secret smile, and I wondered about it. I decided to ask.

"Evelyn, you smiled just now. Why did you smile?"

"I did? I did not realize."

"What were you thinking just now?"

"I was thinking I was happy my Master had been fucked senseless today and wished to rest, but when speaking of his slave's activity at the pool this morning, he started getting another erection. It filled me with joy."