Chapter 8

All the girls quit smoking and started puffing vapes, a month after we returned from our honeymoon. Carrie and Ann switched between mint, orange, and cherry vape flavors, in addition to a few others. Drina and Louisa were quickly hooked on a concoction called ‘sweet mint mocha with marshmallow cinnamon crème’.

Inhaling the vapor wasn’t nearly as unhealthy as cigarettes, and watching the girls suck on them was still just as sexy. After a year, all of them had ‘mostly quit’. They only vaped three or four times a day and usually sat in my lap as they did. Playing with their boobs as I watched them vape was nice, and even better if my penis was in them at the time.

The day after Carrie’s 17th birthday, all the girls had their contraception implants removed. As happens in a lot of households, their menstrual cycles had synched up, so they were all fertile around the same time. Decades later, I’m still not sure if that was a blessing or a curse. We got past the difficult parts sooner, but they were ... very difficult at times.

After almost nine months, Carrie gave birth to our daughter Sarah on a Monday night. She had sparkly green eyes and strawberry-blonde hair. We agreed she was the cutest baby ever. On Wednesday night Louisa and Ann went into labor and gave birth to our sons Mark and Mike Junior on Thursday. My wife Drina gave me a pair of twin girls, Erin and Sharon, on Sunday. Mike Junior had blue eyes and blonde hair like mine. The rest had dark brown eyes and thick dark locks before long. I changed my mind, realizing all five of them were the cutest ever.

As you can probably guess, our first two weeks as new parents were Hellish. I felt like I spent twenty hours a day driving women or babies to doctor appointments, washing bottles, taking out bag after bag of dirty diapers, cleaning the house, or running to get baby supplies. I hated the smell and agreed to do nearly everything else, if the new moms would handle all the diaper changes. To help them out, I did reluctantly change one or two a day, though. Other than quick jerk sessions in the shower a couple times a week, I was celibate too.

The girls didn’t have it easy either. As all new parents quickly discover, newborns wake up crying every two or three hours, sometimes even more often. Any time one of our five woke up, the others usually did too. After two weeks of torment, we decided the adults needed decent sleep at least occasionally. Two of us would sleep at the guest house and the three others would care for our ‘bundles of joy’ each night.

Finally, after a sex-free month, Louisa was willing to give me blowjobs once in a while. After seven very long weeks, she finally wanted to make love again. The others were still a bit sore and quite distracted by our little ones, and weren’t in the mood for three months. I guess watching all four of them breastfeed and staring at their pleasantly swollen boobs nearly made up for it.

By the time our babies were 4 months old, they had settled down and only woke as a group about once a night.

We moved an extra bed into my master bedroom, so we could have some special fun. I’d lay atop one of my ladies and have sex with her as I watched one or two of the others breastfeeding on the other bed.

They thought it was extra loving and empathetic, but I felt it was dirty and extra hot. I also loved when one of them would sit in my lap with my dick in her, while she gave one or two of our precious little ones some mommy milk.

Carrie had some minor problems and quit breastfeeding at five months, but I was quite happy the others took turns feeding little Sarah and continued with the others.

We were finishing supper one evening when Ann got a surprising call. The blonde twins she used to strip with, Sammy and Tammy, wanted to get out of town and needed a place to stay. Ann asked if she could invite them, and the rest of us eagerly agreed.

By that time, our marital sleeping arrangements had broken down. We usually ended up with the two or three of us who wanted sex in one bed and the others in another room. The day the blondes moved in, we slid two king beds together and had nightly orgies for weeks.

I thought I was the luckiest man alive, with our five cute and content little ones, and three or four pretty ladies in the mood for sex every day.

The day after our Mike Junior and Mark turned a year old, I got the dreaded call from the IRS. I was being audited!