Chapter 71

October 7, 2017

Dear Ms. Diary,

[Written October 8]

I woke to someone lightly touching my right cheek.

“G’morning, Love.”

With my eyes still closed, I reached my right hand up to rub the back of Rhee’s hand on my cheek.

“The same to you,” I replied while opening my eyes.

About then, we heard the toilet flush followed by our door across from the bathroom being pushed open quietly. Heather’s cute face and sparkling blue eyes peered around the door. Seeing two of us awake, she grinned.

When Rhee gave the come-on gesture, Heather assessed the situation, noted that Liya was still asleep, and waited for me to lift the sheet. I handed the edge to Rhee, who pulled it farther off me while I scooted a little more toward the edge of the bed. Heather carefully crawled over me and plopped onto the bed between us. Rhee and I wrapped her up.

“How was it, last night,” Heather asked in a whisper.

“It was glorious,” Liya responded in a voice a bit louder than a whisper.

“I’m sorry if I woke you,” Heather replied.

Liya responded, “No prob. I’ve been drifting in and out for a while. They ... they loved me but good.”

“Are you sure you aren’t gaming the system, Girl? You’ve gotten the sex bed both times, so far. Of course, so has Beth, so ... Umm, you three should probably take a shower before Civia gets up. She might not know what that smell is, but...”

“Okay,” I said. “Why don’t you join us?”

We had gotten only to the initial stages of our buddy shower system when Gracey and Civia joined us.

“I’ve said it before,” Civia exclaimed, “but I really like this! I woke up once because Gracey moved around and curled up behind me, putting her arm around me. It was great because I was curled behind Heather in the same way. I stayed awake for a while just ... rev ... reveling in my new, wonderful life. And then I get to have a Go6 shower to continue the wonderfulness!”

“So,” Liya asked over her shoulder, “does that mean you’re having a good time?”

Civia grinned at her, then whapped Liya on the butt with her loofah.

“Hey! No corporal punishment in the shower,” Liya retorted, then giggled.

I watched Civia as the grin that was her immediate response to Liya’s comment began sliding off her face, which took on a serious mien.

“I ... I just want ... to tell you ... all of you...” She inhaled deeply, then said, “I love you.”

Heather and Liya immediately turned around to face her. Gracey, who had been washing Civia’s back, dropped her loofah and wrapped her arms around Civia. The rest of us joined in as best we could.

Gracey squeezed her a little more tightly and said, “We love you, too. We’re very happy that you’re our friend.”

Rhee responded with, “Gracey speaks for all of us in this, Civia.”

I was a bit surprised that she did not cry, although her eyes probably leaked a bit.

Her smile came back, and she said, “This is the best way to start a day. A great start to a day that I get to spend with all ten of my very most favorite people!”

We met Civia’s parents at “our” pavilion at the park around noon. Since we were planning a big dinner, we had a lunch of sandwiches and some sides. After lunch, we tossed a couple frisbees around for a while. We got home by 4, after which the 11 of us prepared a dinner of chicken panang, pad Thai, and Massaman curry. It was really fun. Dad organized the pad Thai, Carol the Massaman curry, and Sandy and Rhee the panang, making sure not to make it too spicy.

During the extensive conversation while eating dinner, I noticed Mrs. Palecek look slowly around the table with an expression I could not suss. When she got to Civia, she watched and listened to the conversation that she was having with The Moms, in which Civia called each of them by name.

In a lull in the conversation, Mrs. Palecek said, “May I have everyone’s attention, please?” When there was silence, she said, “This has been a wonderful day filled with great food and great conversation. While it’s much like the last time we were here for dinner, I have been struck by how ... involved Civia is with all of ... what seems like her second family. We’ve never seen her so comfortable in a group of people that was more than just the three of us. I would like to thank this group of girls for taking her under their wings, befriending her. I would also like to thank the three parents of her second family. We were both a bit concerned when Civia explained what she knew of your ... relationship. Despite that concern, Civia has had only glowing things to say about you. She is obviously very comfortable, even happy, with you three and, presumably at your request, is on a first-name basis with you. We would like to offer the girls that live here ... full-time and part-time ... the same comfortable relationship and have you use our first names, if you are willing and comfortable.”

All the girls’ heads turned to me.

I rolled my eyes quickly and said, “Any of you can respond as well as I can.”

“Ah,” Rhee said, “but we’re in your ... in the house that used to be yours, so you’re the Chair.”

I rolled my eyes more dramatically, looked at Civia’s mom, and said, “Has Civia mentioned our ‘gang?’ [air quotes]” When she replied in the positive, I said, “It’s a fun thing we do when we’re discussing some serious and definitely non-serious topics that impact our group friendship. We used to have sleepovers scattered among our various houses, so it fit with our tongue-in-cheek gang that the leader was the one at whose house we were. Since the first sleepover of this past summer, we have had all sleepovers here, so I’ve been saddled with something like permanent Chair. I think that’s mostly due to their inability to make decisions.”

Liya threw her napkin at me. I caught it and grinned at her. Before I could continue, Liya jumped in.

“Beth is our leader. Period. All of us are more than capable, but she’s hyper-capable, so we typically let her lead, although not always from the front.”

I felt my face heat, but managed to keep from ducking my head, as Liya was looking straight at me. Fortunately, she turned to Kalina.

“We’re honored by your offer, Kalina, and accept it.” She then turned back to me and asked, “How’d I do?”

I threw her napkin at her.

There was much laughing.

The rest of the evening was spent in conversation, and the Paleceks departed around 9. About ten minutes later, Heather called for attention.

“Dad, I have no idea whose turn it is, but I’m going to strip you.”

“Oh, no,” Dad replied in a falsetto voice. “Not that!”

“Yes, that. Prepare to be fondled.”

Heather proceeded to do a slow, sexy removal of Dad’s clothes that resulted in Dad standing naked in the kitchen with a fully erect penis surrounded by his harem. Heather dropped to her knees and put half of that cock in her mouth. She spent a couple minutes making oral love to it, then pulled her head back.

“Anyone else want a turn?”

Sandy replied by stepping over to her and dropping to her knees. Heather handed Dad’s cock to her, and she began placing kisses up and down his cock, then took it into her mouth. She loved him for a minute or so, then pulled back.

“Ne-ext!”

Each of us took a turn, although the last few of us did not take long turns, as Dad seemed to be getting close.

As I stood from being the last, I said, “Dad, how about you stripping us, now, in any order you wish.”

He started with Heather and did not take his time, as there were seven of us. He stripped us in the same order that we had sucked his cock, so I was last. When I was nude and standing next to the table, he wrapped me in his arms and kissed me. It was a very passionate kiss that went on for more than a minute and made my mind lose track of the situation. I felt him lift me and then felt my butt on the table.

As I pulled my face away from him and inhaled sharply, I mumbled, “Oh, my god” and heard similar exclamations from some of the Go5.

Dad gently pushed me onto my back, spread my legs, ran his cockhead along my slit a few times, then slowly pushed into me. He spent a minute or so slowly pumping me, but after he grunted once, then moaned, he picked up the pace, quickly putting me onto the lowest steps of the Stairway.

He then began pounding me.

I do not know if my eyes were open or closed as he sent me up and over. He did not stop, only slowed a bit, and continued stroking into me as I passed through the sensitive phase very quickly. As his exclamations, moans, and grunts became more emphatic, I began climbing toward orgasm again. After a bit of time, I know not how long, but not long, I tipped over; Dad followed me shortly thereafter.

As I slowly came down from on high, I became aware of my surroundings. I was on my back on the kitchen table, my legs hanging off it, with Dad’s torso on mine, his cock in my pussy. It was blissful. I heard talking, excited talking, and some girl cumming. I still was not completely lucid and could not figure out what was going on, but Liya said something that brought me around.

“That’s it. I’m going to learn video-editing software! I would love to see all three of those at once. Damn! That was HOT!”

Dad lifted his torso and stood, his cock still in me, but getting small.

“May I, Honey?”

I opened my eyes and saw Mom looking up at Dad.

“If you really want.”

“Yes! I’ll eat your cream out of any pussy in which you cum.”

Dad looked at her for a few seconds, then asked, “Any? Really?”

“Oh, yes. Absolutely, yes. Out of your other wife’s. Out of any of your girlfriends’. Out of the pussies of the other ‘four to six’ lovers you have in my fantasies. Any. I love this.”

Mom looked at Dad, presumably showing her “I really want this” face to him. Dad shrugged slightly, then began pulling out of me. Mom sat her butt on Dad’s chair, scooted it forward, then put her mouth on my crotch as soon as Dad pulled his cock out of me. She spent a little while getting as much of his cum as she could, then looked up my prone body at me.

“Thanks, Dear. I’m looking forward to Liya stitching those three videos together. That was so wonderful watching that in person, and I look forward to watching that video many times in the future.”

Rhee asked, “You really want to eat Dad’s cum out of 10 to 12 other ... females?”

I rolled my head a bit to see Rhee. She had her phone in front of her. She had obviously videoed Mom cleaning my pussy and the current conversation.

“Oh, very much so. Any...”

Dad interrupted, saying, “Sandy!”

“Oh, hush, Charlie. Fantasies are allowed and mine include cleaning the pussy of any girl or woman that becomes family and with whom you have a sexual relationship.”

“So,” Rhee asked for the camera, “given your previous comments, that would include Nira and Inez?”

“Yes.”

“And the math-department secretary?”

“Janice. Yes.”

“Who is or are the other one to three females?”

“I’ll keep them to myself for the time being.”

“Aww, spoilsport.”

Mom stood, then insinuated herself into Dad’s arms and looked up at him.

“Charlie, my love, that was so wonderful watching you pound our daughter on the kitchen table. I would like to see that sort of thing more. Not too often, but I’d love to watch that with anyone you wanted to pound on our kitchen table. And that would include anyone in your fantasies.”

“Anyone in my fantasies? How do you know there are others there?”

“There are always others in fantasies.”

“My current fantasy,” Carol said, “includes me with my husband and my wife in our bed. Do you think that there’s any way to make that come true?”

Because Gracey and Liya were going home tomorrow, we decided to sleep on The Monstrosity. Sitting in a circle there after ablutions, conversation began with the recent sex.

“Beth, that looked wonderful,” Liya said. “Wait ‘til you see the video I’ll put together.”

My face heated a bit, and I said, “That’s actually a little embarrassing, but I don’t know why. Previous videos haven’t embarrassed me like that. I thought that I’d gotten over that.”

Rhee gently said, “Maybe because that was a fantasy of yours. Most of the other videos in which you’ve had a part did not involve specific fantasies.”

I looked at her for a few seconds, rapidly thinking about previous videos, then said, “You might be right. However, I’m looking forward to you, Gracey, and Liya getting ... tabled.”

“Me, too,” Heather said. “I sure loved getting ... tabled and I want to see the rest of my sisters being tabled. I like that, Beth. That was clever.”

“I try,” I responded.

After that, topics varied, but kept verging onto the end of our first-ever solid two weeks together. Each time that topic came up, someone reminded us that in three weeks we would have virtually the following six months together. Only slightly surprising, we did not have sex, instead reveling in our sisterhood until, one by one, we drifted to sleep.

October 8, 2017

Inez arrived at the house a bit after 8 to join us for breakfast prior to Gracey, Liya, and her picking up Nira at the airport around 9:30. Talk was animated after Inez started it off.

“Thank you, Charlie, Sandy, and Carol, for looking after Gracey and Liya. Although our original plan of both of them staying here during the second week that Nira was gone was so that neither would pine for the other when one was here and the other there, it worked out well for other reasons. It made it easier to go out of town on Tuesday and allowed me to get a lot of work done, which will free up time for me to spend with Gracey this week.”

“We’re always happy to have them here,” replied Sandy. “It was a very enjoyable two weeks. Everything worked very well. Of course, it helps that all five ... or five-and-a-half of our girls are so mature. It was a real pleasure.”

“I concur,” Carol responded. “I found it quite enjoyable to learn more about Liya and Gracey, particularly as Gracey continues to blossom. It was almost like we could see her developing more and more confidence every day. You might have a little trouble recognizing her.”

“Mo-om ... uh ... No! You’re one of my moms, so, Mo-ommmm.”

There was much chuckling.

After a subdued departure, I caught up on this diary and the three of us worked on homework. I also finally realized – and I do not know why it has taken me so long – that this diary has become more than even the expanded version of it once I decided – admittedly, after the fact – on the change in focus. I will have to cogitate on whether I continue in this vein into which I’ve stumbled or pull back on detail that does not directly treat my maturation process as I thought I had decided. Obviously, though it is not something that I have ever considered, were I ever to write something for publication on any topic, I will have to do more-thorough planning than I’ve done for this diary.

At dinner, Dad got us sniffling a bit when he said, “The house seems a bit empty without the other girls here.”

October 9, 2017

We had to dress for breakfast this morning as the construction company began the installation of the hot tub in the hole that had been ready since the construction of the new garage. Because the slab is already poured and set, we should be able to enjoy it by the end of the week.

School was closed today for the holiday, as was Mom’s bank. However, the university was not, so Dad took Heather to class, did some work, then brought her home. Carol had taken the day off, so what we might now consider the Williams nuclear family packed a big lunch, then took off in the Sprinter, picked up Civia, and headed to a distant park, Taylor Cascade Park, that she had recommended on Saturday when we and the Paleceks had planned this outing. Once we got there, we all understood why Civia liked it so much. The scenery was wonderful, the waterfall beautiful, and the hiking trails first-rate. While there were certainly more people there than there might be on any other October mid-day Monday, given the size of the park, it was not very many.