Chapter 65

September 17, 2017

Dear Ms. Diary,

After breakfast, we girls were busy. Gracey and Liya set up the new house network. Rhee and Carol uploaded yesterday’s videos from their phones and Liya’s and, along with Heather, tracked down all other videos and photos that we were keeping, got them uploaded to permanent storage, and removed them from all other devices. I spent four hours catching up on more than two days in the diary. Dad and Sandy made a bunch of food for dinners this week. I missed it, but Heather reported that a bit after 10:00, Dad pinned Sandy chest-first against the fridge and stuffed his cock into her pussy, gave her about a minute of stroking, then pulled out and went back to food prep. Apparently, she called him a brute, but as they continued making dinners, she would occasionally lean over in front of him hoping to lure him back inside. I caught up at 12:52. We all have homework to do today, so it will probably be a quiet day, although I do wonder about Dad’s playfulness with Mom.

[Later]

We mostly completed homework before dinner, which proved a bit exciting. Sandy kept dropping her right hand into Dad’s lap. She’d pull it back out when she needed that hand to use a knife, but quickly returned it to Dad’s lap. I ducked my head under the table once and saw her hand on his erect cock. I sat back up and grinned at my sisters, who grinned back.

Eventually, Dad said, “You hussy. Quit it.”

“Oh sure,” Mom came back. “You stick that dick inside me and tease for a minute a number of times today and I’m the hussy.”

“Of course,” he said with a grin, “I’m the man of the house and you’re one of my women.”

“Sexist pig! I’ll show you.”

Mom put down her utensils, pushed back her chair, stood, wormed her way onto his lap facing him, then obviously impaled herself on him with a long moan. All eating came to a halt. Mom slowly rose and fell in Dad’s lap while she kissed him passionately. Carol suddenly stood and left the dining room, only to return not much later with her phone, which she handed to me with her camera active and set for video. I started videoing the crazy scene of Carol and my sisters seated along the table’s sides with Mom riding Dad’s cock in his chair at the head of the table against a backdrop of the large picture window and the street outside.

I was watching the show on Carol’s phone. After a couple of minutes, Liya looked at me, grinned, and then handed Mom’s entire place setting to Gracey next to her. Gracey placed it in the middle of the table in front of her. Rhee passed Dad’s and Mom’s water glasses to Heather who put them in front of her and me, then Dad’s place setting. Carol obviously caught on, as she passed hers to Rhee, thence to Heather who put those items on the corner of the table between her and me. Rhee and Liya pushed the platters and bowls of food in the middle of the table farther down the table.

We smiled all around as Mom began increasing the speed at which she bounced on Dad’s cock as well as emitted louder sighs and moans and the occasional “Oh, Charlie.” When Mom began moving and moaning more energetically, Dad looked around her left side. His eyes went wide in surprise, then he grinned. He stood with Mom impaled, sat her butt on the edge of the table, bent her backward to lie on the table, and began pounding her. Mom squealed, then began ramping up to a squealing orgasm like some of Heather’s, though not as loud. Dad continued to move in her but slowed down, then ceased.

“Da-addd,” I said in a faux complaining voice, “you’re giving all of us a table fetish.”

There was much chuckling.

“Besides, you obviously like her more than us, ‘cause she’s now two tables ahead of some of us.”

I followed that with a greatly exaggerated pout, to which Rhee and Liya smiled widely at me.

From her back, Mom roused and said, “No, that was not even close to the first time on this table.” As Mom sat up, she said, “I’ve had Our Man on this table even before the new windows, but that’s only because my sexual relationship with Our Man is the only one that greatly predates Charlie being Our Man. You’ll have your times.”

Through some unseen method, Mom got Dad to extract himself from her pussy and set her feet on the floor. While Dad was still standing, Mom knelt in front of him and took his cock into her mouth for a short time, then licked all around the base of it. She stood. Dad groaned.

“There. All clean for whomever winds up being next.”

She stepped to the side in preparation for sitting in her chair, but Liya stood and stopped her.

“You really think of Charlie as Our Man, don’t you?”

“Yes, Liya, I think of him as all of ours and all of us as his. I get great pleasure in sharing Our Man with all of you. As I told Beth, yesterday, I’m having the time of my life. Yesterday was spectacular. While the park was particularly so, the frantic orgy on the Monstrosity was also wonderful as after both Beth and Rhee climaxed on Our Man’s cock, that meant that all of us managed that yesterday. While I know it can’t be – for a variety of reasons, I would love it if that could happen every day.”

I claimed my Uno prize on the Monstrosity, also achieving a more-than-pleasant orgasm from kissing him and being impaled on him while straddling his lap.

September 18, 2017

Dear Ms. Diary,

[Written September 19]

Practice today consisted of a bit of corner-kick practice and more scrimmaging in the new formation. Coach designated Heather, Jess, Jimena, Susanna, and me as official corner-kick takers, at least for this week. We also designed the defensive aspects of corner kicks, both for opponent corner kicks and for ours. Shameka would be involved in the offensive aspect of our corner kicks as she was our strongest, tallest player and had good heading skills. To offset Shameka being on the offensive side of things there, Katie, Kim, and Rachel were designated the defensive unit for our corners.

Because of the 40 minutes of corner-kick practice, we had only an hour or so to practice the new formation. While we’re a little more polished with it, we’re still quite rough; I’m not sure how well we’ll do in tomorrow’s game. We’re fortunate that our back line will be initiating their second year together as a unit.

After Liya and Civia distributed two sets of our new uniforms – home and away uniforms, including socks – to each of us, Coach handed the two of them home and away numbered jerseys of their own, apparently surprising both.

“The fuchsia jerseys with blue trim are for home games, which is why the number on the front is over your heart. The blue jerseys with fuchsia trim with the front number on the right side are for away games. Home is where your heart is. Please remember this, as anyone with the wrong jersey will not be able to play, as it would be a uniform violation.” She looked around the team, then said, “For those of you new to high school sports, you are expected to wear your jersey during school on game days, as that is seen as an aspect of school spirit. It’s critical for away games, as we’ll often leave prior to the end of school and the jersey is your hall pass. All of that should include you, Civia, but you’ll have to decide if you think that it’s a good idea for you or not. I can see arguments against it in your case. However, you should be wearing it by the time you reach this school tomorrow.” When Civia nodded at her, Coach said, “All of you come to the locker room immediately after the ending bell tomorrow.”

September 19, 2017

The game against Boynton, last year’s runner-up in the league behind Central, was something of a wash, that is, both good and bad. Our offense is still not clicking, but our defense was really good. Yes, we gave up two goals, but one was on a penalty kick, the other on a corner kick set piece. Shameka and company were superb in fluid play. Rhee had gotten a goal early in the game on a PK, but we did squeak a draw in the 83^rd minute.

A minute or so earlier, the ref had called a minor foul on one of Boynton’s midfielders, giving us a free kick a bit inside our half of the field. I quickly went to Shameka and suggested something to her; she nodded. I was still running back up to my position when Katie took the kick, sending it to Jess. She dribbled left, got cut off, so turned, sending the ball to me. I peeked out of the corner of my left eye and saw Shameka, so carried forward. I was approaching halfway into their side when their left center half came at me. Jules had come toward me, so I passed ahead and right to her, then sprinted upfield and received the pass back from her in the give-and-go. Rhee was ahead of me. I gave her a sign and she peeled left.

Heather was in front of me and to my right when I saw Jules making a run down that sideline, so I booted the ball to lead Jules. Heather responded by cutting more inside but putting herself in a position to provide Jules an outlet in case she could not cross. Their left back pushed out to challenge Jules while their left half dropped back to fill the gap left by the left back. Their left center half had sprinted and was loosely marking me upfield. Rhee had their center back occupied toward our left side of their penalty box. Their left back cut Jules off before she could cross to Rhee, so Jules turned and left-footed it to Heather, who one-touched it my way. I wheeled to keep my back to their left center half who was coming at me, then one-touched it with my left toward the center of the field a few yards outside the box. Shameka torched it past their diving goalie and into the right side of the net.