Chapter 119

January 1, 2018

Dear Ms. Diary,

[Written January 4]

I got a great night’s sleep, with the multi-orgasm romp with my sister-friend-lovers probably being largely responsible. The long weekend with good friends was very enjoyable, but it was nice to be back to just the five of us. Meka did look longingly at the back of the house for a few seconds when she dropped me off but shook her head and turned back to the Jacobsen house. I was in the middle of the bed, and the other girls chatting softly was what pulled me fully out of sleep.

“I don’t recall the last time you slept later than I did,” Rhee stated.

“I was thinking the same thing. Man, that was a great sleep.”

Rhee looked at me lovingly, and responded, “You needed it, Love. You lost it a little a couple times this weekend. You probably need at least one more of those before we start back to school.”

I nodded and was about to encourage Gracey to begin the talk the Go5 would need to have about Cera and Brit, particularly about their fantasy, but Sandy arrived via the kitchen.

“Hey, Sandy-Mom. We were having a bit of what Rhee calls a lie-in. Would you be interested in joining us in a bit of snuggling for a bit?”

Mom stopped in her tracks and stared at Liya for at least 15 seconds, then grinned and said, “I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”

“Great. Climb in between Beth and me.”

When Mom got settled in under the covers, unplanned, but nearly as one, we turned toward her. I curled into her and Liya copied my action. Mom developed a bit of difficulty controlling her emotions, breathing deeply a couple times and sniffling once.

“Thanks for this, girls. This is very nice and helps ease my mind about you five.”

Thankfully, Liya grabbed the podium, as I probably could not have said what needs saying. Rhee’s right: I need at least one more good night’s sleep to settle my emotions.

“Sandy-Mom, nothing much has changed ... but a lot has changed. What hasn’t changed is our love for our expanded nuclear family, if that isn’t an oxymoron. We cannot tell you everything, as some of it is not ours to tell. However, we ... seem to have settled a thorny issue about Brett. Well, we have an agreement in place, but each of us and all of us understand that the agreement may not last. We’ve told you that we’re all interested in having a ... loving relationship with Brett, but we’re not ready to move that relationship much beyond where we were before the weekend. What we’ve settled is that there are eight of us that have made a commitment of sorts, each to the other seven girls, that we’re initiating a relationship in which we all share Brett. The agreement precludes sexual behavior with Brett, that is, anything other than energetic hugs and friendly or loving kisses of cheeks.

“There is no specified time frame to the commitment, and it is there primarily to enable the girls not to worry that any one of them is falling behind others in the progression of the relationship, because any movement of the relationship has to be validated by all parties, including Brett. We believe that will enable us to simply enjoy being with each other and with Brett in situations that are safe. Three of us slept in the same bed with him each night, with the bed partners chosen at random, except that we had all decided that Beth was his chaperone in bed, so she was one of the three each night. Interestingly, he has proved honorable, making no effort to circumvent the restrictions we put on him, both in bed, and in general. He’s also told us that he’s not ready for anything more, is, in fact, a bit afraid of moving the relationship. That convinced Beth to argue against continuation of her as his chaperone, and we agreed.

“We, the Go5, got to know Brit and Cera very much better than we had before. Part of that was the intensity of being together for more than 48 hours at a stretch, but part was because both, particularly Brit, have opened up a lot more of late. A much more exciting and interesting Brit is now the Brit we see. She was outspoken this weekend, unafraid of both organizing us and explaining to Brett the critical part of the commitment that is the eight girls working together, not at cross purposes, in hopes of reducing the competition for Brett. In fact, she made it plain to Brett, and the rest of us, that if we didn’t work together the whole way, it would almost certainly fall apart and none of us would have Brett if that happened. The change from the Brit that first asked to join us at our lunch table at school and the yesterday Brit is amazing. It’s not quite as large as the change Heather made as she melded her life with ours, but still quite large. I really like this Brit.”

There was silence as we digested what Liya had said, we girls analyzing to see if more needs to be told, and Mom, undoubtedly, trying to figure out what Liya had not told.

“So, I understand the upshot of your commitment is that you’ve moved any decision-making concerning sex off to to some undetermined point in the future.”

“Any decision-making concerning sex involving Brett,” Heather clarified.

Mom turned to look at Heather as she finished her correction, gazing hard at her for some time, then replying, “Ah. Understood. Do I take it that, as far as you know, you five are the only ones involved in the commitment that have had and are having sex?”

“We’re positive of that, Sandy-Mom, although that status may change at any time. That is the part of the commitment that is ... It’s not unstated, but it’s better understood than stated clearly. Sex between and among the girls is rather explicitly not banned. It’s not mandated, but it’s not banned. We left it, I think purposefully, as nebulous, specifically due to pre-existing sexual relationships among girls. What is banned, is sexual activity outside the commitment, for obvious reasons, ones that the family needs to tackle with Meka and Celeste if the times come. Other girls may be allowed to sign onto the commitment, and that’s a figurative signing on, but we may need to require a medical report that shows such girls to be disease-free.”

“That makes sense. And with the three other girls of the current commitment not having had sexual contact with anyone, we parents won’t be concerned if one or more become sexual with one or more of them.” Mom inhaled and exhaled deeply, then added, “You girls continue to impress me, me and the other parents. You understand the potential problems with you girls being the overlap zone of two sexual circles. As long as you keep thinking clearly, particularly thinking about any potential negative consequences to the family of this new ... family you’re creating. I find it interesting that your new circle is of very similar size to ours. I’m not sure what that says about you girls, nor about the various moms. Have we, by having this family we have, made you girls think that a ... circle of girls is necessary to enable a sexual relationship with a male? Or are there that few stellar males out there, such that you girls are willing to share in order to have one of those stellar males?”

“We had that very conversation yesterday, and we didn’t introduce it or define it,” I pointed out. “It was a conversation about the Brett-centered circle, with Kim ... You remember about Kim, Mom?” When she nodded, I added, “Kim made the leap herself, saying that it... ‘might be that having only part of a really great guy is better than having all of the wrong guy’.”

Mom replied, “There are lots of good guys out there, but high school is not a reliable place to find them. I managed to find my own really good guy, but for Carol, the other side of the argument is certainly valid, particularly with her raising a daughter. The same could be true of Inez and Nira, although the situation is confounded with them, given the additional variables in place when they joined the family.”

Liya looked at Mom with a wondering expression, hugged her, said, “You’re not just a pretty face and a lovely bod,” then grinned at her.

Mom, still flat on her back, smiled back at Liya, then obviously began thinking, as her face took on a studious appearance.

“Liya, daughter of my heart, thank you so much for teaching me that lesson at the beginning of all this.” She breathed deeply, then added, “I have very much enjoyed what I hoped to get out of sharing Charlie with you girls. In fact, I’ve gotten to enjoy watching him with you girls so much more than I had expected. I didn’t expect the family to move most of the sex and lovemaking outside the bedrooms. That was the doing of you girls, and I have been marveling at you for months, now. Yes, the family was a mashing-together of ideas that Carol and I had, but you girls created the family that we have. You may not have done so consciously or with any decision at all, but this family is more a product of you five than it is of the parents.

“You five found your way to your five-way relationship, then simply included the rest of us in how you saw loving, sexual relationships. I like your idea so much more than the one I had last year. I’ve greatly enjoyed my life once I found Charlie, but you girls have made it so much better. I know you’ll say I owe you nothing, as I gave you Charlie, but I’m indebted to you five, nonetheless. We do not want any of you to feel tied down to the family; you’re welcome to discontinue the sexual aspect of the family whenever you wish, just give us sufficient warning.”

Liya and Rhee began to object, but Mom overrode them, saying, “No. We always expected the sexual aspect to be temporary. Certainly, you girls didn’t think we’d insist on you subsuming desires for your own relationships, your own families. No, this...”

“Sandra Mabel Williams! Stop it!” Liya stared angrily at Mom for a few seconds, then put on a loving appearance, saying, “Sandy-Mom, family is forever. We don’t know what the future brings. We don’t know if our hopes about Brett will bear fruit. We cannot even decide among ourselves whether we can ask our husband to share his wives with his wives’ family --- singular. We can’t even know if we’ll share a husband or not. However, Sandy-Mom, I’ll tell you what we want to have. We want Brett or, failing that, some other really great guy as our husband. We could imagine sharing two or three husbands, but that seems unlikely to us, if for no other reason than our estimation of the low absolute number of really great guys. I will insist on having at least one of Charlie’s children, a child that will have an amazing number of wonderful mothers, and I will gladly share that title with you and all the other women in our family.

“We’ve discussed numerous times the possibility of combining the circle we create with the circle you created. Of course, we had those discussions before we had a circle that was not wholly coincident with your circle. We now have a circle of eight, but it’s a circle that I do not doubt will expand, perhaps having as many as a dozen women. Again, we had those discussions before things began moving with Brett.

“Beth has been losing sleep over the seemingly intractable problem of wanting a sexual relationship for all of us with Brett, but not wanting to lie to Brett about Dad. With the commitment, we have put off the need to deal with that conundrum, but we will have to deal with it. We all want Brett ... but we also all want Dad. Sandy-Mom, we don’t want to have to quit with Dad in order to have Brett. We would probably do it if we had to in order to have Brett, but we really don’t want to do it. Some of us feel slightly less adamant about that than I do, but all agree that the best of worlds has us with both ... and with all the moms ... and Celeste ... and Meka ... and some other girls. We don’t understand why we’re this way, why we want a plethora of loving, sexual relationships, but we do, and, truly surprising, we’re now friends with many girls that seem to share that desire. Surely, Sandy-Mom, you’d like your husband to have a loving sexual relationship that included all those sexy girls.”

Mom’s face showed incredulity for over a minute, after which she worked hard at not crying.

“Y-you’d b-be willing to share ... your ... girlfriends ... or wives ... and your husband ... with us?”

Rhee replied immediately, “You shared yours with us. Why wouldn’t we share ours with you?” She looked at Mom as Sandy tried to absorb what Rhee had said, then added, “We don’t know that any of ours would be interested, but it is not anathema to us. We love what we have with Dad and would not give it away easily. Despite that our personal one-on-one time with Dad would decline a lot if we were to add some five to seven girls to his harem, if we’re going to have a loving, sexual relationship with those girls, holding something back from them makes no sense.”

Mom stared at Rhee who was propped on her left elbow beyond Heather to my right looking back at Mom.

Mom shook her head for a few seconds, then said, “Again, you girls show that you believe in my dream more than I do. No, you just dream bigger than I could have. I don’t know what Charlie and Carol will say, but I think we should leave the design parameters of our family to you girls. You’ve obviously thought more – and more-carefully – about it than Carol and I have.”

She shook her head again, then stated, “We wanted this for the sexual thrill of watching our daughters ... No, of watching our husband having sex with our daughters. Oh, we also justified it by wanting to give our daughters a similar pleasant, even exciting, introduction to sex that ours were, and we did want to provide that for you. However, you girls made it a family and completely changed our expectations, even the rules.

“I’ve already given it to you in a de facto way, but I will be your Sex Slave for as long as you want. However, I would like to retire the Sex Slave moniker. I would prefer you order Sandy or, even, Mom to lick your pussy to prepare it for taking my husband’s cock into it. I would prefer...”

Mom cut off what she was saying as Dad and Carol padded into the room from the kitchen. Dad had his mouth open to say something, but Heather beat him to the punch.

“Sandy-Mom, get out from under the covers and lie there between Liya and Beth. Hey, Dad, I’ve got a mom that could really use some of your wonderful loving, as she’s having a bit of a crisis of conviction. Would you, please, help her out with that ... here in the middle of our bed while we watch you two lovers make love?”

Dad’s penis began hardening as he stood at the foot of the bed looking at Heather’s cute face on the pillow. He considered her request for a while. During that cogitation, Rhee pushed the covers down her body to her feet, an action that propagated across us girls, leaving all six of us naked to Dad’s and Carol’s eyes.

“I believe I can fulfill your request, as long as you don’t mind my personal slight modification to that request.”

While Heather asked what that was, he laid his torso on the bed between Rhee’s legs and licked her pussy for a minute, then moved down the line, doing the same to Heather, me, Liya, and Gracey. He then moved back to the middle of the bed and began his requested lovemaking of Sandy by straddling her on hands and knees and leaning in and kissing her for minutes. We watched as he proceeded to spend the next half-hour making love with his wife, occasionally bumping into me or Liya. The two of us got involved for a time when he was on his knees, her butt resting on his thighs, her back on the bed, her head on a pillow, as he slowly moved in her pussy.

Liya started it by leaning over Sandy, cutting off her view of Dad, and saying, “Sandy-Mom, you will French kiss with me for at least three minutes, beginning when I put my lips on yours.”

Mom began responding, “Yes, Mis...,” but that was cut off by Liya attacking Mom’s mouth with hers.

While they were kissing, I said, “Mom, in exchange for you being our sex slave under your own name, you no longer need to acknowledge us as your mistresses. Simply obey any orders we give. If you find an order to be particularly wonderful, you may thank the one ordering it by name. I hope you know, Mom, that your life just changed. Who knows which of our new girlfriends on whom one of us might order you to perform cunnilingus?”

Mom squealed into her second orgasm of the bout, which had been going on for just over ten minutes.

When Liya pulled her face away from Mom’s, I got on my knees, eased my right knee across Mom, then, looking down between my thighs at Mom’s face, said, “Mom, make me cum,” after which I lowered my pussy onto Mom’s face.

While I was lost in those feelings, Liya had encouraged Carol to take her spot next to Sandy, ostensibly to watch her wife and husband make love.

I didn’t catch this at all, but Liya had given Heather some sign or other, and the first thing I was aware of the changed situation on the Monstrosity was Heather saying, “Carol, make me cum.”

I looked to my right and down, saw Heather’s left knee nestled up to my right knee, so looked farther to my right in time to watch Heather lower her pussy onto Carol’s mouth. When Carol moaned loudly, I looked at her face, which had not moved much, so looked down her body to see Liya ensconced between Carol’s legs and giving Carol’s pussy a licking. That helped jolt my libido up another notch or two, more than enough to step onto the Stairway.

As of when I am writing this, I am unsure if Carol has succumbed to her not-quite-submissive side, but she ostensibly obeyed when Rhee ordered her to make her cum and when Gracey ordered the same. Of course, it could be entirely due to Liya spending the entire time between Carol’s legs sending her to four orgasms. No one mentioned that. We girls did not mention it in hopes of getting her to succumb to that again in the future, while Carol may not have mentioned it due to her apparent inability to decide if she liked expressing that part of her psyche, or she was just slightly embarrassed to have been ordered to do what she would gladly have done without the orders.

Regardless, Dad finally came in Mom more than 20 minutes after he first began kissing her. Mom belted out her third orgasm while riding his cock with the impetus provided by Dad’s orgasm ... and the five of us running our hands and mouths over much of her body. She collapsed onto Dad and lay there for quite some time.

When she re-achieved lucidity, she moaned, then lifted her face to look into Dad’s eyes, then said, “I’m going to leave a lot more of my sexual needs in the hands of our daughters. God, that was amongst the best I’ve ever had, and I’ve had a huge number of spectacular times with you, My Love.” She sat back up, managing to keep Dad’s cock in her somehow, looked around at us, then said, “Thanks, girls. The combo of us making love in the middle of your bed with you spread around us watching, helping, made this spectacular. Liya, you getting my wonderful wife lying next to me while you girls did unspeakable things to her sent this into stratospheric levels of sex. While I will still have things my way, particularly in our bedroom, I anticipate with great pleasure what my various daughter-mistresses have in store for me in the future.”

With that, she twisted a bit and leaned over to kiss Carol, the stopper pulling out of her pussy, Dad’s and her fluids beginning to ooze out of her.

When she began to apologize for messing up our bed, Gracey remonstrated with her saying, “We tore this bed up last night, so we needed to change the sheets anyway. Don’t worry about it, Mom. We greatly enjoyed you having your husband in our bed, so much so that I’m sure this will not be the only time something like this will happen. We’ve certainly become more open to daughter-mom sex. Although none of us are yet to the point of having one-on-one sex with you, you can expect us, particularly Liya, to take a larger, more-direct part of getting you ... and Carol your jollies.”

“Oh, god,” Carol exclaimed, “I’ll say! Liya, thank you. That was ... spectacular.”

We were preparing brunch, when I suddenly remembered Celeste.

“All. Celeste is supposed to be here by 10. I’ll text her to see if she’s running on time. We need to dress.”

Celeste responded that she was on time, so I told her about brunch, then texted an invitation to Meka.

“Good. I’m hungry but haven’t worked up the energy to make anything.”

I was concerned that her answer suggested lethargy, possibly due to a poor mental state, so made a mental note to get her active today. I went upstairs to dress in gym shorts and T, but thought something sexier would be fun, so wriggled into my short shorts and added a skimpy tube top. Gracey and Liya were exiting their room dressed.

When Liya saw me, she said, “Why didn’t I think of that?”

The two of them turned around, so I returned to the kitchen. Rhee and Heather had the same response as the brown members of the Go5, so they returned upstairs; I returned to making waffles.

When Dad came out of their bedroom dressed, he said, “Beth, you are incredibly sexy in regular outfits. In that, you get my blood moving.”