Chapter 25

July 16, 2017

Dear Ms. Diary,

I woke to the feeling of a mouth on my nipple, my right nipple. The feeling was ... lovely. My mind was hazy, I was ... languid. My internal eyes were watching the nipple-sucker, though my physical eyes were still closed. My nipple-sucker was Heather.

Then I felt a hand on my face, gently easing fingertips across my cheek, up the side of my face, to my forehead, across my crown. Despite my eyes still being closed, I could “see” that the caressing hand was Rhee’s. I knew that touch.

The nipple-sucker began kissing my right breast, then just under it, then she began sliding down my body, placing light kisses along her path. She worked down to my right hip, onto the edge of my right ass cheek. Her hand entered the fray, lightly caressing, lightly squeezing that cheek, while her kissing lips started across my pelvis.

The hand on my head lightly traced back down my right cheek, to my neck, to my right shoulder. A presence loomed in front of my face, though how I knew that it loomed was beyond me, as my physical eyes were still closed. A set of well-known lips lightly kissed mine, then kissed my right cheek. My lip-kisser then lightly rubbed her right cheek on mine, all while the former nipple-sucker continued to caress my nether right cheek, all while the former nipple-sucker’s mouth crossed my mons and headed south.

My body, of its own volition, rolled itself onto my back. My right hand extended to the former nipple-sucker’s head, touching it, pulling it gently into the core of me. The face-rubber’s lips kissed my lips again, then headed south, crossing my chin, down my neck to my breastbone, thence to my left breast, toward my left nipple.

Another presence loomed, somewhere to my right.

My head flew back, my mouth exhaled a breathy “Ahh-ohhhh” as at one and the same time mouths sucked on my left nipple, my right nipple, and my labia majora. My eyes flew open.

“What are you doing to me?”

The left-nipple-sucker’s dark eyes raised from my breast, as did those of the right-nipple-sucker’s. The nether-lips kisser, however, extended her tongue and forced it between my outer lips and into my pussy.

“Good morning, Beth. Did you like the alarm clock?”

My eyes closed again, but I was now firmly in the waking world. And, damn it! I was now turned on. I grabbed Heather’s head with my right hand and pulled her more tightly to my snatch. I spread my legs more widely to allow Heather more room for maneuver. I moved my left hand to the back of Rhee’s head and urged her upward. I canted my head to the right to see which of the others was part of the diabolical alarm clock: Liya. Where was ... Ah, there’s Gracey. With her phone. With the camera pointing at me.

I was going to say something. Really, I was. However, at that very moment, Heather found my clit, Rhee kissed my mouth’s lips, and Liya returned to suckling on my right teat.

My head flew back again. My mouth released carbon dioxide and sound, inchoate sound. All kinds of bells went off in my head, my groin. My tongue, with no remembered order from my brain, stabbed into Rhee’s mouth; her tongue fought back.

Heather’s hands forced themselves under me, to my cheeks, and grabbed and squeezed them; her face, was plastered to my crotch, her tongue trying to reach my cervix. Then there were fingers, possibly Gracey’s, but my eyes refused to open to see whose; those fingers split my outer lips and pressed for my clitoris. Other fingers were squeezing my left tit, pinching my left nipple.

My mouth became frantic, its tongue dueling with Rhee’s. My pelvis elevated, my right hand trying to pull Heather’s head inside me. In hindsight, I would have pulled any cock present into my vagina in order to get something more substantial in there.

The tongue in my pussy was pulled out and replaced by fingers, fingers that made a beeline for my G spot. Then, the tongue returned to lick and suck on my outer lips. The hand on my left breast continued its mauling. The mouth on my right breast was joined by a hand. The fingers on my clit began going to town.

The Stairway was now an Escalator, an Escalator in fifth gear.

Despite my mouth still being engaged with Rhee’s, I emitted noises, unladylike noises. The tongue between my legs dropped so far south that it was going north. With my pelvis arching toward Heaven, my anal rosette was available, and Heather took advantage, swirling her tongue on it, all while tickling the roof of my vagina.

The Escalator abruptly reached the top floor; I screamed out my orgasm, my head and heels the only part of my body in contact with the bed. Then came oblivion.

Short-lived oblivion. Rhee said that it was only a few seconds, and I believe her. I believe her, because when consciousness returned, my pussy was still quivering, still reeling from aftershocks.

“Oh. My. God.”

I don’t know if I repeated that phrase or, if so, how many times, but when fuller awareness returned, I looked down my body at Heather.

“Is that what it’s like for you?”

Though, in hindsight, I can see that the question may not have made the most sense, she is incredibly bright.

“Yes, but that one seemed even better. Isn’t it wonderful to have a large number of your erogenous zones all stimulated at the same time?”

“Oh, my god, yes.” I panted a few times, then continued. “Thank you, all. That was ... uhh ... beyond words.”

“No,” Liya responded, “thank you! This was the best sleepover ever. We took a vote. I realize that it may not be binding, as the Temporary Chair was not conscious at the time. However, we all agreed. Despite that we’ve tried to spread the sleepovers across our houses, the best ones are always here. The June sleepover was the best ever ... until this one.

“Gracey and I want to thank you, you and Rhee, for finding Heather. Without her presence, we might not have found our way to a sexual relationship with each other. The Sex Doll thing was wonderful, but we’re most appreciative of her dominatrix personality and her order to us. Last night was glorious. I don’t recall how many times we came, but we both let loose.”

At that, Liya seemed to lose a bit of certainty, but inhaled, exhaled, and continued.

“I think that we’ll be having more sex in the very near future. And we’ve already gotten each other off once this morning!

“Anyway, we voted. We want all future sleepovers to be here. Gracey and I also voted earlier this morning. Granted, we voted in the afterglow of our first morning sex together, but I don’t think that we’ll backtrack. We want more sex with ... with the Beth-Rhee-Heather trinity. We want naked. We want sex. I don’t know about Gracey, but my pussy got very wet when you went off like skyrockets. That was incredibly fun being part of that! You girls rock!”

As soon as Liya finished talking, she squeaked. I looked at the movement that my eye caught; Gracey had Liya’s hand on her pussy and was showing Liya how wet she was.

“Make room,” insisted Gracey.

I scooted further into Rhee’s embrace to my left, leaving Gracey just enough room on the bed to lie next to me, almost her entire left side in contact with my right.

“Come on,” she said to Liya, “on me, now.”

Liya didn’t hesitate. She straddled Gracey’s chest facing the opposite direction, lowered her crotch onto Gracey’s face, then stretched out across Gracey’s body and buried her face in Gracey’s crotch.

I felt Rhee move, so turned toward her; she was crawling down the bed past Heather, who was still parked between my legs. I furrowed my brow in wondering what she was doing, but then she picked up her phone. My suspicions were confirmed when she crawled back up to me, sat up, put her back against the wall, raised her phone in landscape, and took a picture.

After viewing the photo, herself, she then showed it to me. There I was in the foreground, Heather between my legs, her head elevated and watching Gracey and Liya, who were the subjects of the photo in their 69.

Liya’s head raised up then. “More. I want more pix.”

With that, Rhee went a little crazy. She took closeups of Gracey’s head at Liya’s pussy and vice-versa. The one of Gracey’s head was taken from above, and Liya’s lovely ass was on display. Rhee also got Heather to join in, with the cute blonde sticking a couple of fingers into Gracey’s pussy, directly under Liya’s mouth.

Whether they were turned on by the audience, the help from Heather, the photo-taking, or what, neither of them took at all long to climax. Gracey got the ball rolling, grunting and moaning her ecstasy into Liya’s crotch. When her head fell back, I reached a hand up and I replaced Gracey’s tongue on Liya’s clit with my fingers. I also got a wild hare and put my mouth on Liya’s left ass cheek and lightly bit it. Whether it was my teeth or just chance timing, Liya started cumming.

As Liya was coming down from the heights, I finally looked at the clock: It was only just 7:18. I was surprised. We had plenty of time to make soccer practice, but I thought that it was considerably later. I turned to Heather.

“What time did you send us all to bed last night?”

“A bit before 9.”

“Wow. How long did we ... um ... love each other?”

“I’m not sure, but probably at least an hour-and-a-half.”

After Gracey and Liya rejoined us in this reality, we split up for showers, with the two of them taking the downstairs shower; the upstairs shower was more comfortable for three. We then all met in the kitchen to make breakfast.

After each of us was ensconced at the kitchen table with our cereal of choice of the, admittedly, limited selection, Liya thanked all of us for a wonderful weekend.

“This really was incredible. I’ve never cum as many times in two weeks at home as I have this weekend. I think that the only thing that could make these naked weekend sleepovers better is...,’ and she paused.

She had our complete attention.

“Well, it would be if Beth’s dad joined us for the weekend. I would not hesitate in giving myself to that man in any way that he wanted.”

She then looked a bit timidly at me. Very un-Liya-like.

“Hey,” I said, “I’m not upset. Really. I agree with you. I want him so much, yet I’d be more than willing to share him with all of you if such were ever possible.”

“Uohnhnhnh,” grunted Liya. The others released similar sounds from deep in their beings.

Liya, her assuredness restored, asked, “Have you and Rhee talked about that? Would you be willing to share each other with him?”

“In a heartbeat,” Rhee responded. “But would you be willing to share him with us?

“Of course. We’ve already shared so much, and this weekend we even shared our bodies all around. I would have no qualms sharing, and neither, I think, would Gracey. Hell, for having him, I’d even be willing to have the whole gang watch his be the first ... uh ... cock inside me. Obviously, it would be more ... umm ... romantic to have my way with him by myself, preferably for an entire night, but...”

She then turned to Gracey.

“I know that we haven’t talked about him since we’ve become lovers, but we certainly have before. However, I don’t want you to think that I would throw you over for him, because I wouldn’t. I also wouldn’t have him unless you could, too.”

Gracey reached out a hand and grabbed one of Liya’s and nodded.

Liya then asked, “What about with Heather? Would you share her with him?”

Before either Rhee or I could reply, Heather chimed in.

“Oh, god, I hope so.”

“Yeah,” I said, “Heather wants him just as much. This is so hypothetical, and we have no expectation of him being willing to do any of us, or of Mom agreeing to it, but I have had the odd thought or two about Rhee and Heather and I ... and Dad. I know that...”

I didn’t get to finish because Heather was moaning.

After we readdressed our breakfast, finished it, and cleaned up, we all trooped back upstairs to get dressed.

“Wow. We’ve been naked for nearly two days!”

“Yeah, Gracey, it’s been a wonderful time. It’s going to be such a letdown to have to go back to my crappy house with my mother and siblings. I sure wish that Beth’s parents or Carol could adopt me.” After a couple of seconds, she continued. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to let the air out of the tires. Please, just forget that I said anything.”

Gracey hugged Heather and said, “Don’t worry about it. Both Liya and I have thought similarly on occasion. Besides, we still have practice today, practice tomorrow, game...”

Heather grinned up at her. “That’s right! Thanks, Gracey.”

We donned practice clothes, grabbed a few balls from the large ball sack, and headed to the pitch, arriving about 9:15. We all, well, the three team members of us began stretching as Ann and Mia arrived. Ann placed herself right next to me and began stretching.

“What’s the plan, Coach? How many will we have?”

Her first query threw me for a loop. Rather, the cognomen that she used threw me. I hadn’t heard it used to indicate me, previously, but I put that aside.

“It looks like at least 16, so we’ll be able to run O vs. D. Brianna can’t make it, but Marli said that she’d be here. We’ll start with the starting back and front lines but mix up the midfielders between O and D; Lissa will start at sweeper. The next iteration will probably be putting you at center half for the O and moving Gracey to center back, with Lana on her right.

“Have you got suggestions?”

“None that you haven’t already mentioned.”

“Okay, but lemme know if you get a wild hare.”

When I looked back up from stretching and talking, I saw that most of those that I expected had arrived. I walked over to Lissa to tell her that she’d be starting practice at sweeper; I wanted her to hear that from me before I announced it to all. I also found Liya and asked if she’d be willing to be a ball girl and explained what I wanted; she agreed. I hugged her.

Once I saw everyone I expected, and a couple of surprises, I called out.

“Gather ‘round.”

When I saw that all 34 eyes were here, looking at me, I continued.

“Those that haven’t finished stretching, you’ll have time to finish up while I’m laying out the morning’s plan, so please do so.

“We’ll be running O versus D all morning but will be mixing and matching personnel through the morning. We’ll start with the starting back and front lines on D and O, respectively. Midfielders on O will be Padme on the left, Rathi, Dakota. Midfielders on D are Kanda on left, Haven, Zala. Lissa will be sweeper. We’ve got subs for most positions, so please don’t hold back.

“I’ll put the ball in play from some spot at which the O will start, and the play goes until the D can get the ball – under control – onto the other half of the pitch. I want the O to give Marli a workout.”

I heard many snickers and a “Thanks a lot, Coach” from Marli, the backup goalie.

“If or when the D gets the ball across the midline, send the ball to me and I will start the offense again. After a while, perhaps 30 minutes, we’ll switch the line-ups. However, until either or both of them pass out from exhaustion, Rhee and Heather are playing. Coach wanted them to get more time learning how each other moves, works, so we’re going to run them ragged.”

I grinned at everyone, but at Rhee and Heather specifically.

“That means, Tonda, that you’ll be giving Mia a breather in the second line-up. Padme will give Lissa a breather – Neither Coach nor I want to do Lissa in right after she gets back to practicing. Haven will switch to O on the left, Rathi will stay in center, but switch to D. Ann will be center half on O. Zala and Dakota will switch sides.

“The back line will be Sophia on the left, Gracey, and Lana. Marli will continue to get pounded by the O.”

“Thanks a lot, Coach.”

There was much laughter.

“Liya, over there, will be the ball girl. If one goes well out of play, she’ll throw a new ball in and then shag the errant ball, so please don’t go chasing after them. Any questions?”

“What about fouls,” asked Zahira.

“Honor system, but I’ll call any that I see. I do have the Assistant Coach whistle. [There were a few chuckles.] For fouls in the box by the D, we’ll just have the O do a throw in from the closest side. Fouls by the O in the box will be considered clearance by the D and I will start the O anew from somewhere.”

“Anything else?” When no one spoke up, I continued. “Sophia gets to lead calisthenics, lucky her. Two laps after that, and we’ll start. Please remember your assignments, ‘cause I don’t know that I can.”

Practice went quite well, I thought. No one got hurt; there were no arguments. I gave Lissa two stints at sweeper and she did quite well, as both Coach and I expected. She’s definitely got better ball-control skills than I have, though I may be a better passer. I also stuck her in at left half once to give Kanda a breather and she did well there. I don’t know what we’re going to do with her, but she has useful skills. I’ll suggest that she be the general offense sub, as she can probably play any of seven positions reasonably well.

As I whistled the active part of practice to a close around noon, Rhee and Heather dropped to the turf. I had run them ragged, though I had given them a couple of breathers.

“Gather ‘round.” I waited a short while, then continued. “That was excellent, all. I particularly want to put the spotlight on Marli, who did a great job. I was amazed when you deflected Ann’s sizzler past the post; that was superb. I wouldn’t have touched that thing with any part of my body, which is probably one reason that I’m not a goalie.”

There was much chuckling.

“We’re going to do more of this tomorrow, though if everyone shows, we’ll do a full-field scrimmage. I’ll ponder who’s on what team and we’ll see what we have tomorrow morning.

“Again, all, good job. You guys rock!”

A few team members headed out immediately, as they had rides waiting. Some sat around for a bit; from what I heard, it was mostly about today’s practice and the variations that we’d run on O and D. I could see Dad waiting in the parking lot, so I walked briskly over to where Liya and Gracey were chatting. As I approached them, I could see Liya looking over my shoulder, so I turned; Rhee and Heather were not far behind me.