When I entered the bedroom, it took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the gloom. I like my Sunday evening festivities to take place to the glow of a hundred candles, flickering and illuminating key parts of the room. The most light is cast in the area around my bed, a queen size four-poster situated in the center of the long wall. Arrayed around our bed are the Non-Breeder beds, consisting of a box spring and mattress sitting on the floor. In our house, no bed is allowed to be higher or more comfortable than ours.

Eyes properly adjusted, I saw Stacey obediently sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for my arrival. The rest of the family milled in small groups around our bed, their urgent desire evident in every whisper and movement. Studiously ignoring them, I made my way to Stacey, pulled her up to me and kissed her passionately. Our tongues fenced urgently, and I pressed my lips against hers so hard that our teeth clicked together. But I was determined to deny myself the ultimate pleasure for a while longer.

Pressing lightly on her shoulders, I guided her down to a kneeling position before me. She eagerly pulled my jeans from my body, and then more gently guided my cock and balls through the opening in my boxers. As she gazed pleadingly up at me, I needed only to nod before she engulfed my cock with her mouth, sending a bolt of pleasure deep into my groin. Eyes clenched shut, I sensed the restlessness around us. I knew that some of those around us were worried; there'd been times when I'd cum from the blow job, and everyone had been forced to wait until I'd gotten hard again and fucked Stacey properly. That's just one of the many ways I have to enforce obedience and hand out discipline.

Watching Stacey lick and suck my dick, I could tell that she was as worked up as I was. Taking my gaze down still further, I saw that she'd pressed her big tits hard against my legs so she could rub her rock-hard nipples against my skin. The thought of her getting off by rutting her tits against my legs nearly set me off, so I had to push her head away. Without a word of protest she fell back into a submissive kneeling position, awaiting my next command.

I moved onto the bed, propping myself in a semi-reclining position, and positioned Stacey cross ways to me so she could continue her blow job but still leave her ass and pussy well within my reach. Instructing her to concentrate on my balls while keeping my cock warm and wet, I finally took a close look at the couples arrayed around us. To our left stood Stacey's mother ,Vikki, with her husband, Hank holding her from behind. As was their custom, Hank stood with one hand on his wife's shoulder and the other hand slipped inside the front of her sheer, nude colored panties. Per my instructions, Vikki was topless, as were all the women, and I once again marveled at how her 52-year-old breasts hadn't begun to sag an inch. As Stacey's tits were ounce-for-ounce and inch-for-inch exact duplicates of her mother's, it boded well for my pleasure in our later years. And if I wanted to fantasize about fucking Vikki, I only needed to get nasty with Stacey and keep my eyes on those bouncing boobs.

Sitting on two folding chairs to the left of Stacey's parents were her brother Kevin and his fiancé Lauren. A gorgeous Asian, with dark eyes framed by jet black hair, Lauren's tits were the smallest of the five women in the family, but were still big enough to provide a good tit fuck, as Kevin had proven many times before. As I looked at her over Stacey's busy head, Lauren automatically lowered her eyes, though she continued to play with the ties on the side of her bikini panties. Having seen her in action for the past year, I knew that she was an enthusiastic lover, always impatient to spread her legs for her fiancée. Which meant that she didn't always appreciate my efforts to delay and enhance their pleasure.

Next to them Stacey's youngest sister Monica sat in the lap of her boyfriend Delshea. Monica had inherited much of her looks from her father. In Monica, Hank's big, strong and square frame had made her taller than her older sister, with thicker limbs and more boyish hips and rump. The family tits were there, however, albeit a bit smaller and oval shaped than round. As tall as she was, she seemed almost lost in the Delshea's lap. A raw-boned black man who worked in the mines with Hank, it only took one of Delshea's hands to completely cover one of Monica's generous tits. Delshea knew enough not to meet my gaze. A few weeks earlier he'd taken his good-natured challenging a bit too far, and I'd made the entire family wait until 3 a.m. before even beginning to put it to Stacey. And I let everyone know that Delshea was the reason. If not friends, now we at least understood each other.

Finally, side by side on a bench, sat my sister Cheryl and her man of the moment, Brett. Actually, Cheryl isn't really my sister. She's my step-sister. And of all the other women in our family, I'd like to get between her legs the most. (Although I'll admit to having fantasized about fucking every one of them.) A petite five-foot-six with short, dusky blond hair, hazel eyes, firm big tits and perfectly proportioned limbs and curves, Cheryl has the type of body that just begs you to fuck it. And she's the type who just begs you to fuck her, too. Considering that we're not really related, it's amazing that the two of us have the same attitude toward sex: we can't get enough of it.

As I expected, Brett was sitting protectively close to her. He could tell that I wanted her, and instead of using the knowledge to get turned on, he wanted to protect her. But I knew something about Brett that he didn't know that I knew: he was in love with my wife's ass. And what a coincidence...I had positioned Stacey so that as she bent over to suck on my cock, her ass was pointed right at Brett and Cheryl. Of course, the robe covered the most important parts. But that was easily remedied. Reaching over, I simply pushed the robe up my wife's back, grinning devilishly as Brett gave an involuntary gasp. And just for the heck of it, I traced my fingers down Stacey's crack, pausing only when I found the outside of her pussy lips. Then, working completely by feel, I stretched open her pussy, all the time watching as Brett's eyes widened with desire and surprise, and then widened some more when Cheryl elbowed him in the ribs. Cheryl glared at me, but I just smiled back innocently. I knew that they had no long term future together. She just wanted someone who would eat her pussy more often than her last boyfriend.