Chapter 175

April 4, 2018 (Wednesday)

Dear Ms. Diary,

We all enjoyed dealing with Brett’s pubic hair in the shower, particularly after Brit said, “Oh! I think we need to get our husband naked tonight so that the parents can see our guy’s new look! Oh! And I know just how we can get ... Carol to do the unveiling for us!”

Brett responded, “I suppose that method is your infernal brush. Yes?”

“Yes. Come on, Brett. We ... need to paint now, and I’ll need two to run dryers. I wonder how that air will feel blowing on your cock!”

Brit was feeling the time pressure to get everything done – body painting, breakfast, dressing – before we had to leave for school. We had Brett in one of his trunks so Brit could tell where to put the first paint. A few inches above the waistband, she painted, “Carol, feeling frisky?” She put an arrow centered below pointing toward his penis.

“Oh, goddess,” Brit said as Cera pulled the trunk down. “I love this, Brett. Will you be okay with us keeping you like this always?”

“Absolutely, my love.”

As thanks, she knelt before him and gave him a few seconds of sucking, then said, “A few months ago, I could not at all imagine how much I’d like doing that for our guy.”

Cera responded, “I know. Right? It seemed like it would be ... disgusting, and I imagine it could still be with some, but I love our guy’s cock and I’m more than willing to tell him I love him by orally loving his cock.”

Brit returned her focus to painting, placing two questions just above his groin, one each on either side of his cock: “Love it?” and “Hate it?”

Heather and Kim immediately began running the dryers on him and we all watched his face for his reaction. He closed his eyes and shivered a little.

“That feels good,” Brit asked.

“Yes. It probably wouldn’t if the air were any hotter, but that feels quite nice.”

Char responded, “Good. Brit got you to orgasm in her mouth last night, so it’s my turn this morning.”

“Goddess! I’m such a freaking lucky guy!”

After the paint was dry and breakfast was waiting, we put one of his new silky panties on him.

At practice, Civia quietly said to me, “I hear we’re going to have more parents joining Thursday night get-togethers.”

“We are. We’re adding the rest of the parents, which is Katie’s mom, whom you know, and Cera’s parents, whom you don’t.”

“I like Kath, and I’m looking forward to meeting your parents, Cera,” Civia responded as Cera walked up to us.

Maren responded, “I’m looking forward to that, too, Cera. I’ve liked all the parents I’ve met. Given how fun you are, I’ll bet I’ll like yours, too.”

Cera hugged Maren and Civia, then the three dropped to the ground to join the rest of us stretching, after which she said, “I’m looking forward to taking part in Thursday nights and meeting your parents. The Go5 say they’re all fun and interesting. Also, Maren, I like that you’re now part of the LA. Beth says we’ll probably have an LA weekend soon. I hope you’ll like it.”

“I can’t imagine I wouldn’t like it.”

“Good. The girls tell me that once school is out, the onus for making dinner is on us, except when we have late-afternoon games. I’m really looking forward to learning more about cooking from these girls. The Go5 parents rave about them as cooks.”

Practice consisted of a longer-than-usual rondo session and two drills: four-line finishing [Chapter 52] and the drill that we did in the school tryouts last fall in which the finale pitted Meka and Rhee against each other [Chapter 54]. Fortunately, Brett did not get all sweaty, as he monitored rondo and was one of the organizers of the drills.

By the time we girls exited the shower, Brett was waiting for us wearing one of the newer trunks we had bought on our last visit to Armoire. In his hands were T-back thongs for each of us.

“I’ve got these in alphabetical order so I remember which is whose, so please step up to me and I’ll dress you in that order.”

Three voices called out, a little syncopated, “You’re so perfect for us.”

Lana added, “Goddess, I love you, Brett.”

“I love all of you and I very much love dressing you ... and undressing you.”

There was much laughing as Meka and Kim stepped into the bathroom.

Rhee asked, “How was the night with Jim?”

Kim responded, “So good. So, so good. But I am looking forward to all of us getting to play on Tuesday nights. Perhaps next Tuesday will be distant enough from the outside drama that we can finally introduce him to our loving bed down here.”

“Ooo-oo-ooooh,” Inez teased. “I wonder what Carol’s going to find in there?”

“Find in where,” came Carol’s response as she entered the kitchen from the hall.

Brit and Cera coordinated to turn Brett to face Carol, whose eyes lit up when she read the words on Brett’s belly.

“I love opening presents and, Brit, I really love it when you do things like this. I’m so glad you’re part of the family.”

“You can’t be more glad than I am. Also, I love playing with your mind like this. You are so fun. Also, just to give a heads-up, if the weather is nice, I’ll be doing nails on the deck on one or both days this weekend.”

“Meanwhile,” Carol intruded, “I need to open my present!”

There was much laughing ... and, then, an inhaled exclamation from Carol as she pulled down Brett’s trunk.

“Holy hell,” Inez exclaimed. “I’ve never seen a guy like that ... in person, that is. I never babysat little boys when I was a girl, so I mean never!”

“Oh, god,” Carol moaned, then moved her face to enable her to lick Brett’s hairless balls.

Brett tipped his head back a little and moaned quietly, then said, “Goddess, that feels good.”

“It feels good to my tongue, too. Wow! I love it! Charlie’s said he’d be willing to do this for us, but we’ve always demurred. I may have changed my mind. Inez, see what you think.” More loudly, she called, “Ohh, San-deeee. You might want to come in heee-ere.”

“May I,” Inez asked Brett. When he nodded, she knelt, lifted his cock out of the way, licked both of his balls, then said, “Oh, that is nice.”

With her right hand still holding his cock, she slowly inserted the head in her mouth and moved on it for 15 seconds or so.

“I’m very much looking forward to getting that in a different orifice.”

Brett held a hand out to her to help her up, then threw his arms around her and kissed her hard for a half-minute, then pulled back.

“I’m looking forward to making love to you, too!”

Sandy arrived and reacted, “Oh, wow. With that lovely erection poking out, you certainly don’t look like a little boy. May I?”

“You’ll be the last one to do it, so you’re certainly welcome.”

“Then I’ll try to make it memorable for you in a different way.”

She had him spread his legs a bit, walked around to his backside, knelt, then licked his balls from behind him. Again, he tipped his head back and moaned. Sandy then carefully took each of his balls fully into her mouth one at a time.

“Uh-ohhhhhhh,” he moaned.

She crawled between his legs, had him spread them a little farther apart, then took one, long lick from the perineum, across his balls, up his cock to the head, then took nearly all of him in her mouth.

Brett groaned, “Oh, fu-uckkk!”

“Obviously,” said Lana, “we’re going to have to learn how to do that!”

Sandy responded, “I’ll happily teach you on any or all of our guys’ cocks, although Charlie’s would be the most difficult. That might be the graduate course. His is not all that much longer than the other cocks, but it’s just enough longer to make it trickier.”

Char asked, “Are we living in an alternate universe, or what? Can you imagine any other girl’s mother offering to teach that to a host made up mostly of underage girls?”

There was much chuckling, after which Liya announced, “It’s time to appoint tasks!” When all had turned to her, she stated, “Cera will strip ... Oh, god. This’ll take forever. Heather is the strippee!”

There was much laughing.

Cera stepped over to Heather and knelt in front of her. Since Heather was wearing only the thong Brett had put on her, Cera could not greatly extend the time it took to get her naked, so she extended the time in the limelight, so to speak, by scooting Heather’s legs apart and plastering her face to Heather’s pussy.

“Oh, goddess,” exclaimed Heather.

Lana stepped over to Cera and whispered in her ear; Cera nodded in response, so Lana knelt behind Heather and began rubbing her hands all over Heather’s buns, as well as licking the lower swell of her ass and around her asshole. Heather shot onto the Stairway and, in less than three minutes after she was naked in the kitchen, she was shooting over the edge into orgasm.

“Holy hell. It’s still hard to believe that a girl can reach orgasm so quickly!”

Gracey told her, “You must realize that Heather’s got a huge exhibitionistic streak. She also gets off very quickly in private, too, however, I think she’s bubbling along at some level of excitement most of the time. None of the Go5 are particularly like here in that regard, except for Lana who’s not all that different, and like her, she seems like she’s partway to orgasm nearly all the time.”

“I admit it. Gracey’s right about me,” responded Lana. “It’s a good thing I can usually keep two thought processes going at the same time. While I’ve usually got sex ... bubbling along in the background, it comes screaming to the foreground every Wednesday evening ... and many other times.”

Inez switched somewhat to Spanish cuisine tonight, centered on tapas. With this and all the Mexican meals we’ve had here of late, I think these sorts of meals are designed around friends and conversation. Most of the dishes Inez makes are of small items. Even her burritos are small, and they allow for gaps in eating which allow for conversation. Yes, it’s a lot more work to fry up or heat up lots of small tortillas (or whatever) than it is to heat one large tortilla. But, when the food is in front of you, there isn’t this huge thing to eat that just gets cold if you also want to take part in the banter that is the hallmark of our dining-room table.

After the quick dinner cleanup, we retired to the living room, where Heather didn’t wait even a minute before climbing into Dad’s lap. She straddled him, plastering her mouth to his. He moved his hands to her lower cheeks and pulled her pelvis in tightly to him. Lana came along and changed the configuration somewhat.

“I love your butt, Heather,” she said as she knelt on the floor behind her and began fondling and kissing that adorably cute butt.

Heather inhaled sharply as her head tilted back in response to the tactile input from the nerve endings in that cute butt.

She responded, “Lana, you never have to ask. You can play with my butt anywhere and anywhen you want, so long as doing so would not cause us any problems. I never knew how sensitive it was to touch by others until last summer. Goddess, I love this family!”

Dad took the opportunity to ask, “Heather, would you mind turning around and offering your pussy to Lana so I can play with your pretty little titties?”

“Dad,” she replied as she turned around, “you can do whatever with me you want, and I’d love to have your big, strong hands on my little titties.”

Lana took advantage of Heather’s turn by shoving her face ... and a hand ... into her crotch. The combo of Lana’s face in her crotch and Dad kissing her neck and playing with her chest sent her up and over in next to no time for her second orgasm of the evening. Score: Heather – 2, everyone else – 0. I began wondering if tonight would become another sex night. I looked for Brett and found him on the west couch, like Heather, naked since before dinner, and with his cock standing proudly. What I found most interesting is that he was on one end of that couch, with Jim on the other end, and with three girls stuffed into the couch between them: Char, Meka, and Cera from Jim in order to Brett. Cera was kneeling facing the back of the couch and kissing Brett and he had his right hand roaming her nearly naked backside. As I watched, Meka moved Char onto Jim’s lap facing her, got on her knees facing Char, and kissed her hard right in front of Jim’s face. Jim moved his left arm around Meka with that hand fondling her ass while he moved his right arm around Char with that hand on her right shoulder. I headed over there.

As I got there, Jim asked Char, “May I kiss you?”

I could see her steel herself, responding, “I’ve been the girl among us that is both probably farthest toward the lesbian end of the spectrum and the timidest when it comes to sex. However, I’m really trying to push myself out of that ... shyness, so, yes you may, Jim, but only after I kiss you!”

She leaned into his face and attached her lips to his, with Meka watching excitedly from just inches away. Despite the now-open spot on the couch, I wiggled my way onto Meka’s lap, which caused her to kiss me aggressively. She moved me around a little, then leaned my head back until it rested on Jim’s left shoulder.

I could see Char pull back from Jim’s face as she said, “Now, it’s your turn to kiss me. Also, Jim, I’m still a bit nervous about hands on me, but I need to get over that here in the family. If you get an inclination to touch me anywhere while you’re kissing me, so long as you don’t dive straight for my ... p-pussy, please follow that inclination. Finally, Jim, you kiss really well. I very much enjoyed that.”

“Thanks, both for the compliment and for the permission, but it’s not my style to start at the pussy. Once there, there’s nowhere else to go, and I like sex and sexy behavior to last a long time.”

“Good. That’s what the girls have been teaching me. Yes, there is a time for quickies ... I’m told, but love and sex should generally be a ... a ... session, not just a single event of little duration.”

“I agree completely, Char. I think we’ll get along fine, and I really liked that lip action in the kiss you gave me.”

Char went a bit red and ducked her head into his chest, whence she said, “Lana’s been teaching me. She’s incredible.”

He responded by petting and kissing her crown, then saying, “You’re a lovely, young woman, and I’m glad you’re in the family.”

She nodded, her head still against his chest, but she picked it up a bit and began putting lingering kisses on his chest. He moaned quietly as he ran the fingers of his right hand through her hair and continued to place little kisses on her crown and then moved to her forehead. I suddenly shook my head, reprimanding myself that I was watching the neighbors while sitting in Meka’s lap.