Chapter 194

April 29, 2018 (Sunday)

Dear Ms. Diary,

With us conking out shortly after hitting the pillows last night and with both Lana and Heather in the bed, there was zero chance that our morning would be sex-free, not that I wanted it to be. I woke jonesing as much as the others did.

I woke to the sounds of sex and opened my eyes to Heather lying stern to stem on Lana. The two of them were apparently trying not to wake the others of us while going after satisfaction, but they were failing miserably. Shortly after I lifted my head to see, Char’s head rose on the other side of the two lovers, and Brett’s left hand under the sheet slid up my belly to my left breast. I quietly moaned as he lightly fondled that breast, then moaned on the inhalation as that hand ran across my sternum to my right breast and pinched the nipple.

He said, “I want to do something new.”

I waited for him to explain what that “something new” was, but he simply slid farther down the bed under the sheet. Shortly, however, I was less interested in what would be new as he pulled my legs apart, fitted himself between them with his butt forcing the sheet up into the air which caused it to slide down my body toward his head, and then he kissed my lips. I had little brain power to spare to figure out his cryptic clue, so didn’t know what was “new” about this, as he had had his face between my legs on any number of occasions. In fact, he was becoming downright proficient at that task. Of course, it’s always easier to learn when you love the subject. And, oh my goodness, did our guy love the subject. I think I have had Heather get me to orgasm from a standing start more quickly than Brett did this morning, but I do not know that anyone else has managed that for me so quickly.

As I was returning to Earth from Nirvana, Brett crawled across our two sex goddesses to Char and treated her to the same unusual, “Good morning.” I just shook my head in wonder and joy. He has told us many times, but his actions speak even more loudly. There is nothing he enjoys more than sending his wives over the moon. God, I love him!

Char is still more reserved, although she’s improved greatly, so it took Brett longer to send her up and over than it took for me, but up and over she went. The other two both seemed to be working toward the mount slowly, particularly considering that one of them was Heather and that it was not exactly difficult to make Lana cum.

Brett seemed to get tired of waiting, so he worked down toward Lana’s head near the foot of the bed and I watched as he gently lifted Heather’s pelvis off Lana’s face, his hard cock lying on Lana’s forehead, then kissed Heather’s pussy. When he gently replaced Heather’s pelvis on Lana’s face, it suddenly dawned on me what Brett’s “something new” was. He was going to kiss each one of our pussies on this day before kissing any other portion of our anatomy. I knew not whether that was just for here, or if all his wives would get to enjoy that “Good morning,” but I told myself to watch for that. Meanwhile, he had worked up toward the head of the bed and Lana’s pussy, then I watched as he gently forced Heather’s head away from his target and kissed his fourth pussy of the morning.

Eventually, both Heather and Lana had starter orgasms, and they pulled apart. They coordinated to get Brett lying crosswise on the bed, which necessitated Char and me moving, and then Lana mounted his mouth. Heather took more time by pushing his feet up to his butt and then pushing his knees outward as she dropped onto her chest and took one long, slow lick from the backside of his balls and up to his cockhead, whereupon she dropped her mouth onto his cock and began sucking him.

Char and I did not say a word, but just settled in to watch the show, me just to Lana’s left at the foot of the bed, Char by Heather’s ass on the other side of the bed, where she took advantage of the opportunity and rubbed on that upraised adorably cute butt. She got so into the sex that she got Heather to spread her legs a bit, then put herself into a contorted position on hands and knees behind Heather with her face in what must have been an uncomfortable position in order to get her mouth on Heather’s pussy.

Despite her focus on Brett’s cock, Heather must have figured out where Char had to be, so she sat up and told her, “Lie on your back in our orientation and I’ll sit on your mouth.”

Char complied, although she was in a different tenuous position, as she could keep only the very upper portion of her butt on the bed; the rest of it and her legs were hanging off the bed, presumably with her feet touching the floor.

Surprisingly, Brett didn’t cum with all that stimulation and managed not to while both Lana and Heather began climbing the Stairway. I swear, the two of them hit their peak at precisely the same moment, and both orgasms were screamers. I immediately turned to look at the bedroom door, and I was not surprised when, shortly, there was a knock on the door.

I did not have a predetermined plan of reaction beforehand, but Lana immediately and loudly responded, “Enter.”

I was not surprised when Steph entered the room. While I did not spare her any attention, I was sure that Char’s head and torso were probably turning red.

When Steph’s eyes latched onto mine, I suddenly had a response come to mind, so said, “It’s not my fault. I had nothing to do with that.”

Steph furrowed her brow for a few seconds, then a grin spread across her face.

I was going to say something else to her, but Lana said, “More, Brett. One more.”

With that, I was sure that the two sex pots had planned this whole thing, including sucking Steph into the room with, perhaps, artificially loud responses to orgasm.

Heather returned to sucking Brett’s cock and planted herself back on Char’s face. I think it did her little good, at least at first, as I could see Char’s blazing red shoulders from where I sat. I then thought, “What the fuck,” and decided to help further what I thought was our sex goddesses’ plan. I exited the bed, stepped over to Steph, and wrapped myself around her.

“Good morning, Steph.”

Steph’s hands were pinned to her sides and her vocal cords seemed inoperative as she stared past my head at the two girls having sex directly with her son and with a third, ancillary girl also being involved. Since I had a little time, I determined that Steph’s gaze was focused on Heather’s head ... and Brett’s crotch, as I also noticed that Heather had allowed Brett’s legs to slide down around Char, thus making the basal portion of his cock visible every time Heather’s mouth rose toward the tip of it.

I decided to throw some more ducats into the pot and spoke somewhat quietly but loudly enough that anyone on the bed paying attention to something other than sex would hear me.

“We love this. It’s why we all sleep together on most nights. Everyone’s sexual energy feeds off that of all the others, and the loving and sex gets to be incredible. Heather’s been known to pass out from all the feedback when her intense ... and loud ... orgasm gets others to reach Nirvana, creating a feedback loop. I think our record, so far, is seven of us cumming within a minute of each other.”

Steph looked shell-shocked, so I let up and just hugged her tightly for a few seconds, then mostly released her, but kept my right arm around her shoulders. About that time, though, Lana started up the Escalator, which got Heather grunting around Brett’s cock. He was only human, and he had already lasted through a combined Heather-Lana orgasm, so he had no hope of resisting. He began groaning and grunting. That was enough to get Lana to scream over the precipice. As Brett lifted his pelvis sharply and began shooting into Heather’s mouth, she went up and over. Her volume was greatly reduced as she worked hard to keep her mouth closed and swallow Brett’s semen while still giving vent to her own orgasm.

Immediately to my right, I heard a whispered, “Holy fuck.”

Lana collapsed off Brett’s face, rolling to Brett’s right, of course, so she was on the door’s side of him, her legs akimbo and her inflamed pussy aimed right at me ... and Steph still standing unspeaking and unmoving under my right arm. Heather also played it to perfection, her head facing the door resting on Brett at the juncture of his torso and his right leg and with a tiny bit of pearlescent white dribbling from between her lips. Obviously, my unconsciousness before waking was complete enough that I did not hear what had to have been a whispered planning of the sex show they had conducted this morning. While Char may have been a co-conspirator, I am certain Brett was not, as he is still at least somewhat uncomfortable with his mother seeing him naked, much less having her watch him taking part in a four-person sex show.

I could feel Steph coming alive beneath my arm, so looked back at her. Her eyes were waiting for mine, so I shrugged at her.

She asked, “Seven?”

I was temporarily confused by that word, then I figured out what she was asking, so answered, “Yup. I suspect that we’ll beat that at some point. We’ve found it amazing how ... energizing having one or two girls climbing to orgasm at the same time does for everyone else’s approach to their peaks. Oh, we have smaller, one-on-one, and two- or three-on-one sessions in other rooms, but we really love having all 15 of us in our big bed and whatever goes ... goes. I don’t know what intercourse will do for that, but I don’t expect it to have a depressing effect on the number of concurrent orgasms. If only we could have two or three Bretts. What do you know about cloning?”

Steph sputtered for a few seconds, then slapped my behind and said, “And I thought you were such a nice girl and had such a good influence on Brett!” She stared daggers at me for a few seconds, then grinned, and remarked, “Holy fuck, Girl. You’re crazy! But, damn that was ... erotic. That looked almost professional.”

Softly, I responded, “Steph, we’ve had a lot of practice. While they haven’t been many, we’ve had a couple of days in which most of us got out of bed only to pee ... or eat once sharp hunger finally made itself known.” Even more softly, I added, “I suspect that Brett’s already taken part in more sex than any other Central student, possibly more than all other current Central students put together. He has a lot of wives and he’s incredibly selfless, always trying to hold off on his orgasm until all of us have gotten off. He’s so much more than I had hoped, and I had such very high hopes for him.”

She stared into my eyes for a long time, then responded, “You know, I should probably be ... outraged or ... something, but I find that ... I’m ... very proud. I suspect that you girls have more to do with that selflessness than I did, but I know I had a part in that, as I stressed with him, even when he was still in the dark, that the girl’s pleasure ... singular, and I thought you would be that girl ... always comes first.” She continued to look at me, then added, “I should probably be ... embarrassed that I witnessed this. While I can certainly claim immobility due to extreme surprise, I find the emotions I’m feeling are ... satisfaction because my son is a caring lover ... and happiness that despite that my two children are in a very large and very odd sexual relationship, they seem closer to me, far closer to me than I’d expected once they began ... ahem ... dating.”

She studied me once again, this time for over a minute while the lovers abed began stirring, then told me, “Brett and Lana are both so much happier than I’ve ever seen either, so Matt and I will help you in whatever ways we can. I’m afraid that what you girls have can’t last, but I’m hopeful that it can. I suspect there will be some winnowing, but I truly hope for my children’s sakes that at least the core can stay together ... somehow ... beyond high school. I also hope that you can keep some of this together so that your parents and we can enjoy the grandchildren you’ll provide. Oh, don’t worry, we won’t push, but any children of the LA could be a joy to behold and will, at the very least, be very attractive. I find myself particularly hoping that Meka will want at least one child with Brett. I’ve never gotten a mother vibe from you, but you’re still just 14, so that may not mean anything. A child of yours from Brett could be a wonderful thing. I know that nearly all of womanhood would have me stoned for saying this, but I wish there were a way that Brett and Lana could have a child. I’ve carefully watched them when I think they were unaware, and the love they have for each other is eclipsed only by the love between you and him. It seems a shame to disallow progeny from such a close bond as those two have.”

She breathed deeply once, then said, “Enough of grandmother fantasies.” Much, much more quietly, she asked, “Did you girls plan that for me?”

“I had nothing to do with it, as whatever plan, if plan there was, was in motion before I woke, as I woke to Heather and Lana in 69.”

She stared at me with a soft smile on her face, then asked, “A few months ago ... Hell, a few weeks ago, could you imagine us having this conversation?” While I shook my head, she continued, “I shouldn’t have seen that ... watched that, and Matt will take me to task, at least a little, for staying and watching. Matt’s not for it, but I’d be happy with all of you living with us ... naked and you doing whatever you wanted whenever and wherever in our house you wanted. I get so worked up in our bedroom whenever I see the photo you gave us, with Brett’s hard penis and all of your vulvae visible. The sex life that Matt and I share has always been good, but you’ve all been incredibly inspirational for us, and Matt ogling all of your naked bodies in that picture every day has gotten me more incredible sex this month than I’ve had in a long time. I don’t mean to use your presence as an aphrodisiac, but I do it, anyway.”

“Good. We ... set that photo up and gave it to you precisely for that reason.”

I felt almost whiplashed when Steph changed tacks by asking, “Ginny and I have worried about Lana. How do you think she’s doing ... with all of you?”

“She’s been great and she fills a ... critical role unlike that of any of the others of us. We’re incredibly happy she’s with us, and we love her dearly.”

She gave me a little smile and responded, “That’s great. We knew she was crazy for Brett, and she seemed ... crazy for sex. We worried that if we denied her Brett that she’d take her ... powerful libido elsewhere, and that it wouldn’t be at all good for her.” Almost whispering in my ear, she told me, “Please don’t pass this on, but Ginny is so thankful to you girls for taking her in and settling her down. As with me and mine, your actions in regard to her child have earned you a mother’s thanks and her dedication to helping the LA however she can. She and Dennis will not be trying to separate you when they return. Indeed, Ginny may well ask you ... and very specifically ... what she can do to help you girls. She is well aware of what Lana could have bought herself had you girls not come into the picture.”

Our little idyll came to an end when Lana exited the bed and walked into Steph’s arms.

After she had enjoyed the hug for a while, Lana asked Steph, “Did we get you riled up enough to go get some pre-work nookie from that pretty husband of yours?”

“No. Well, yes, but my subsequent conversation cooled that fire as we were discussing drastic punishments for you for your arrant arrogance in forcing me to watch my two children in utter debauchery.” She grinned at Lana, then quietly said, “I’ll tell you the truth, Lana. That was ... incredible. I assume that in a month or so, something like that would include intercourse.”

“Of course.”

“At the risk of stoking your arrogance and libido, I greatly enjoyed that.”

“You did? And you’re willing to admit it?”

“Yes and yes.”

“In that case, although both Char and Brett are a little leery of such, if you knock, I may be willing to bid you enter at almost any time.”

“You and Heather truly enjoy the ... exhibitionism?”

“Yes. Absolutely. Now, you just have to bring that hunk of a husband in here sometime.”

“You truly want to have sex with Matt?”

Lana stared into Steph’s eyes for a while, then answered, “Yes ... so long as doing so had zero negative consequences for my relationships with you, him, my husband, my wives ... and my parents if someone were to tell them and with any relationships Matt has. Steph, there’s only one guy I want to make love with more than Matt, and he’ll be the first guy with whom I’ll have intercourse. But I’d much rather pine forever for him than alter in any way negatively the situation we have here, now.”

“Thanks for your honesty. I have to say that the fact that you want him so much makes me both a little bit jealous and ... a little bit turned on ... and appreciative of the validation of my choice. What if I wanted your husband?”

“If my husband and wives were okay with it, I’d be perfectly fine with sharing my husband with you. I’ve learned something from ... the Go5, and that is that I don’t lose in sharing, I gain. I don’t mean that as a poke in the belly to you. Not at all. Whether you share or not is entirely up to you. We’re in a huge relationship in which sharing of a very scarce resource is not only necessary but is the very basis of that huge relationship. Steph-Mom, I’ve made 13 girls orgasm with my mouth and fingers, and nearly all of them have made me orgasm. Any one of us in the mood has many options for finding one or more of our wives or our husband available for loving. While I’m told that I’ll find that there’s just something special about having a hard cock fill me, I thoroughly enjoy that I have 13 wives, any number of whom may be interested in making love with me at nearly any time. I have a very strong and active libido, and I find that I want ... and need a lot of sex. If I didn’t have these girls, I’d probably wind up a pregnant slut. Instead, I have 14 spouses who love me. I can’t imagine a better life than this unless it were a life with even more spouses.”

“We’re very happy that you’re not a...”

“Not a what, Mom? And are you going to make a habit of coming into our room in the mornings?”

“I knocked ... and received permission.”

“Yes, but you received permission from one of our two exhibitionists who would be happy to put a set of bleachers in our room and hire play-by-play and color announcers.”

Lana and I had identical reactions to his words: Slamming our bodies into him and wrapping him up.

“Brett,” I said, “there are so many reasons we love you, and your sense of humor – sometimes subtle, sometimes sledgehammer – is one of the more important ones. It’s one of the reasons I liked you so much in elementary school.”

“Thanks. Changing tacks: Is ... Mom coming into our room in the morning when you’re here something we can expect? Today makes it two for two, and she’s not come in any other times.”

“I came in to make sure you were all okay. Oh, I suspected that those screams were of pleasure, but I’m a mom; I had to make sure.”

“Your mom and I had a good discussion ... after she got over her near-shock at the show you provided. As the LA has discussed, with you being one of the participants in that discussion in which we decided that for supportive parents, it was important that they had more information rather than less. While we certainly were not intending observed orgies being that additional information, your parents now know ... or your mom now knows more about how we interact, and your dad will probably know before the end of the day.

“You seem to be ... less concerned about being naked only a few feet from your mom after she watched you have sex with two of us. I’m ambivalent about her coming in. However, if we’re going to allow her in, then each girl should have veto power. I’m pretty sure Char would have greatly preferred not to have one of her mothers-in-law watching her chew on Heather’s pussy.”

Heather and Lana both went a bit pink, and Heather said, “We’re sorry, Char. I’m afraid that getting Lana and me in the same room with our guy has some ... less-than-fully-positive effects. I’ll make sure you have a chance to veto our next crazy plan.”

“Thanks. However, I’ve been lying here thinking about it, and what I’ve thought is that I’ve been trying to become more comfortable with everything LA. I know Rhee and, probably, Celeste wouldn’t have had any problem with Steph watching, and Liya and Gracey may very well not have objected. I truly want to become as carefree about certain aspects of the sexual portion of the LA, and I think this has helped, at least a little bit. I’m still nervous about Steph being here even now, but she’s one of our very strongest supporters and we owe Matt and her for allowing us to have sleepovers ... and sex ... here. I don’t know if we owe that much, but I don’t know how to comparatively value those very different phenomena.”

Lana responded, “We don’t even have a quorum, so can’t make any decision here. However, I suggest ... and will suggest this when we discuss this topic, that we not consider allowing Steph in the room when we’re being sexual unless Beth is here. She’s known Steph longer than everyone but Brett and me, although, granted, she hasn’t known her all that well. However, Steph seems to have a ... more direct relationship with Beth and Beth has the same with Steph. I’ll also suggest that neither Heather nor I have any votes on whether or not we allow Steph in here during ... sensitive times, mostly because we’re unlikely to vote against her entry, as Steph is one of only two potential audience members until my parents return. Does that make sense?”

“That’s good with me,” responded Brett.

“And with me ... now that I’m not having sex in front of her.”

I replied, “Thanks, Char. Brett, you’re already much less concerned with your mom seeing you naked than the last time. If you’re not comfortable with the idea, then I’d vote against Steph entering unless those with any concern were dressed at least somewhat.”

“No, it’s okay. You girls have been pushing me hard ... but not too hard to become comfortable with nudity, first with all of you, then with some others. I’ve become ... not resigned, but ... I guess accepting that I can expect my wives to show me off to ... who knows how many girls and women. Rache’s presence no longer fazes me at all. In fact, I’ve come to like her seeing me, just as I like looking at her, as she’s certainly got a lovely body and she’s very cute.”

“I agree with that, Brett. Rache is quite cute, but you see her naked regularly enough so that...”

“Mom, we live naked in the J and anyone spending time with us that’s not an LA member must be okay with us being naked, else she, he, and they are not permitted to hang with us. We’re still trying to figure out how to deal with Civia and Maren and me in the J at the same time. So far, we’ve not allowed the three of us to be naked in the same room at the same time, but with how much more those girls want to be with us, we’re probably going to have to find some sort of compromise somewhere.”

“You’re trying to avoid any sort of confrontation with the Paleceks?”

“Yes,” I replied. “The Go5 have known Civia and her parents longer than we’ve known anyone else in the LA other than Char, and only Rhee and I really knew Char before last August. Civia, at least, has earned a right to be with us ... and not just the Go5 us, but also the LA us, as she was involved at the start of the LA. She has extensive experience being naked with the Go5 and with some of the post-Go5 LA. We’ve been very careful to keep her parents unaware of how we lived, how Civia was naked with us, until very recently when, as you know, Civia finally told them. We’ve always assumed from what were Kalina’s and Jeff’s fairly reserved personalities that they’d have conniption fits if they were to discover how we live when we can. However, in the past number of Thursdays, it’s become obvious to us that they’re nowhere near as reserved and ... conservative as we had assumed. I suspect that they’d still have trouble with the two girls and Brett being naked together, but it might not be a dealbreaker ... so long as the girls were not at all sexual with any of us but possibly particularly with him. I can ... imagine them being ... accepting of the girls being naked in the presence of a naked Brett, but I have no interest in asking or telling them that, but only because we love Civia so very much that it would hurt a lot if we caused a break between her family and ours because we imagined the wrong response.”

“Ummmm...”

We were already all looking at Steph, but that uncertainty focused our attention more sharply on her, as that seemed like an “I might have a solution” hesitation sound.

“Matt and I want to help you. I, particularly, want to help you as I’ve very much enjoyed my times in this room with various of my children and their spouses naked while we discussed topics of interest to all of us. I’d be quite happy to bring up the subject with Kalina and Emma of Civia and Maren naked with you. I’d do it a bit on the sly and for my personal edification, as I obviously know you girls live naked.”

Lana squeaked and asked, “You’d do that for us?” When Steph nodded, Lana stated, “If I had a vote, I’d vote for you having access to this room anytime you wanted, and in any state of dress you wanted.”

The six of us were gabbing about other things when there was a knock on the house’s back door. I looked at the clock to see that it was a few minutes before 9:00.

Heather exclaimed, “Shit. Our ride is here, we have a lot of work to do, and we’re not at all ready!”

I admit that I did not think things through, so did not consider that everyone would come to pick us up. I was still naked but was pulling today’s clothes from my duffel when the bedroom door opened and Civia was the first through the door.

She let out a strangled, “Oh,” and her face went red, as Maren and Celeste also entered the doorway. Maren’s eyes went wide, while Celeste’s face held a smirk and her blue eyes were sparkling. I closed my eyes, as I did not have to turn around to know why she reacted that way. When I opened my eyes, Civia was obviously looking at someone behind me, but at head level.

“I’m sorry, Brett. We should have knocked. We’ll ... uh ... I guess we’ll wait in the family room.”

“Wait, Civia.” When she reversed the turn she had started, Brett stated, “It’s all right. With you two wanting to be more involved with the LA, something like this was bound to happen. It’s probably better to ... have gotten this out of the way earlier rather than later. So long as Maren, you, and I can be circumspect and respectful, we can survive accidental ... events like this. Can the three of us be ... mature about this?”

Maren beat Civia to answer, “Yes. I’m sorry, Brett, for staring, but we didn’t ... expect...”

“It’s okay, Maren. While we should do our best to avoid repeating this ... in any direction ... in the future, if you’re going to be spending more time with us, something like this could easily happen again. If you’ll agree not to ... check me out too obviously, I’ll promise the same with you two. We’ll treat each other with care and respect and our relationship need not change. May I suggest how we react if this happens in the future?”

I could see Maren’s eyes trying to focus on Brett’s eyes, with her jaws clenching, probably as a way to help her focus on not allowing herself to see what she probably wanted to study much better. Civia responded to Brett in the affirmative.

He said, “I suggest that if any of us are clothed if this happens, rather than any of us being embarrassed and running away, that the clothed person or persons simply turn around and face the other way, and allow the naked person or persons to let the clothed person or persons know when he or she has ... the naughty bits covered. If we’re all naked, we all turn and then figure out how to solve the problem. Could we make that work?”

They answered, “Yes,” in stereo as they turned to face out the doorway.

“That way,” Brett added, “we could have a reasonable conversation that could include any information that any of us were there to impart, or simply talk to each other as if we weren’t all embarrassed nearly out of our shoes.”

“Brett,” Civia responded, “I’ve liked you since the girls introduced us and I’ve come to like you very much as a good friend, my only really good ... male friend, at least, one who’s a boy. I consider Jim a friend and Charlie a very good friend and my second dad. Thanks for not being mad at us.”

“This wasn’t your fault, at all. We’ve been having a long conversation about a few topics and we simply lost track of the time. We should have been ready to go when you got here.”

Another voice stepped in with, “Ah. I wondered what happened. I see that the inevitable happened much sooner than any of us could have predicted.”