BethChapter 74 free porn video
October 17, 2017
Dear Ms. Diary,
[Written October 19]
I was woken by someone slowly pulling the covers off me. I grumbled, then opened my eyes to a great surprise. When he saw that I was looking at him, Dad climbed over me and settled on his front between Heather and me. He wasted no time, as he planted his mouth on my left breast and sucked on the nipple for a few seconds, then did the same to Heather’s right nipple.
“Gaahh,” she said. “Oh, god, Dad! You better not be teasing.”
After that, Dad climbed over Heather and woke Rhee in the same fashion. Of course, she’s harder to wake, so he must have sucked on her right nipple and fondled her right breast for probably 15 or 20 seconds before she woke enough to understand what was happening. However, I give her full marks for her rapid understanding of the possibility once she was awake.
“You’re gonna have us all, right?”
“Yes, lovely Rhee. I’ll be back.”
With that, he skootched down her body, got between her legs, and attacked her pussy with his mouth and hands. He spent the next ten minutes or so moving among our three sets of legs, setting our pussies on fire. However, when he discontinued licking me, he crawled up my body, straddled my hips with his knees, and proceeded to work his cock inside me. I moaned at the glory of it. He spent a few minutes inside me, then moved to Heather and did the same, then moved to Rhee and repeated his actions, getting all of us worked up. After Rhee, he returned to me. I got very close, but he exited too soon, moving to Heather, who, of course, went off shortly after Dad began pounding her again.
As Dad had left our bedroom door open, I could just hear Carol calling out, “You should be able to hear where he is, Sandy!”
I didn’t hear a response, but shortly thereafter, there were footsteps on the stairs. Dad had moved to Rhee by the time the Moms got to our doorway. The covers had long since been thrown off the foot of the bed, and the three of us were on our backs on the bed, Heather still recovering from her orgasm, and with Rhee being pounded and making some noise in appreciation. He didn’t quite let Rhee go over the top, extracting himself from her, then standing and walking over to the Moms.
“I love this life. Thank you, Carol. And, particularly, thank you, Love of my Life. He kissed both of them heartily while feeling them up. After a minute, though, he returned to me, drove his cock deep into my pussy and pounded me. I quickly re-achieved my previous heights, then just as quickly climaxed. Dad seemed to pick just the right moment to cease his actions in me and pull out, only to plunge his cock up into Heather. Although I should not have been amazed, I was when Heather came again.
Rhee panted, “Oh, god, Dad. I don’t need much to follow Heather!”
Dad provided what she needed, and Rhee squealed over the top. I happened to look at our alarm clock and slapped the alarm off, as it was set to go off in only four minutes.
As Dad climbed off Rhee, I said, “You’re a much better alarm clock, Dad, than the one we have. That was marvelous! What a way to wake up!”
“Yes, but we’re awake and now we’re incredibly turned on. When is it our turn, Charlie?”
Dad looked at me, asking, “Girls, would you mind if we used the foot of your bed?”
Heather answered before I could, “Of course. I’m sure the Moms would love to get pounded on their daughters’ bed.”
We hastened to bring our legs up higher on the bed, as Sandy laid herself crosswise on the foot of the bed. Dad, with seemingly little preparation, plunged into her.
“Oh, Charlie! Fuck me! Fuck me hard in our girls’ bed after you pounded them to orgasms. I love when you fuck me after you’ve had them. Pound me!”
I felt something on my feet, so looked up from Mom on her back, her legs wrapped around Dad’s waist as he pounded her pussy. Carol was climbing onto the bed, so I moved again to make more room for her. Heather and Rhee followed suit, after which Carol was lying next to Sandy, only Dad’s left leg separating their sides from each other. Mom quickly ratcheted up to Nirvana while grunting further about Dad fucking her after making the three of us cum. Carol was masturbating aggressively, presumably to get close so that Dad could quickly take her up and over, and that’s what happened. As soon as Sandy had peaked and was on her way back to lucidity, Dad switched to Carol and followed her up and over into orgasm.
We girls took a quick shower without hair-washing figuring that smelling like sex at school was not a good idea. [Are we smart, or what?]
“Girls, we’ll pick up from the Mexican place on our way in, if that’s okay.”
“I don’t know, Dad” replied Heather. “We get morning orgasms and spectacular breakfast burritos instead of no sex and cold cereal. Where’s the fulcrum in that system?”
With a huge smile, Rhee said to me, “Since you’re next to her, you get to whap her upside the head.”
I did. She looked at me with that grin and those eyes, then wrapped her arms around me.
“Who’d have thought that me agreeing to your invitation to spend an afternoon with you and Rhee after practice would lead to this spectacular life I now have? And to think that I almost declined. Holy shit, that was a close thing.”
Dad stepped over to us, then leaned in and kissed Heather’s forehead, while he reached his right hand between us and caressed her pretty little titties through her shirt.
“I’m very glad you didn’t decline. Everyone loves you being with us. I know that Beth tends to be the leader of the Go5, but I look at you as the rare element that is the catalyst for the reaction to work, to get a group of good friends to become something much bigger, much stronger than what they were before. I think you’re critical, absolutely critical, for making this family what it now is. Thanks for deciding to take a chance on Beth and Rhee.”
Heather pulled her arms from around me and threw herself at Dad, her eyes already leaking. It took her a couple minutes to pull herself together.
“You know, Dad. I now look at all those years of loneliness, boredom, and low-level fear as worth every second. Had I been even a little happier, a little less bored, I would probably have declined. But I was so desperate for a change, that I decided to take a chance that the middle-school girl royalty would not ... shit on me.” She leaned away from Dad, but looked him in the eyes and said, “I was so close to declining. Occasionally, I get jittery thinking about how close it was.”
Dad dropped us at school, as usual. Slightly unusual was that Brett was walking by at that moment.
“Brett,” I called.
He turned and smiled at me and us, responding, “Hey, Beth, Rhee, Heather.”
I said, “Hang on.” I poked my head in the door and said, “Dad, I don’t know if you remember Brett. Would you come out for a sec and meet him?”
He did and as he approached, he said, “I doubt that I would have remembered you as Brett, but I do remember you, Brett. At least, I remember a very shy boy that never talked to me and barely talked to my daughter. Apparently, you’ve outgrown that shyness.”
We girls quickly looked at each other. I was trying to think of a response, but the new Brett responded, himself.
“Hi, Mr. Williams.” They shook hands, and Brett continued with, “The ... sisterhood or, what was it, Beth, gang of five?” When I nodded, he continued with, “These girls, all of them, have been helping me lose my fear of girls. I’ve still got a way to go, but they make me blush only three quarters of the time rather than all of it, now.”
Of course, he was blushing.
Heather patted his back and said, “You’re getting much better. Heck, you might be getting close to the point where you can go on a group ... outing with us. In fact, what are you doing the first Saturday of ... Oh. We’ll be in the league tournament that weekend.” I smiled as she continued her stream of consciousness with, “Well, that’ll work. The tournament is here this year, so we can figure something out. You can do something with us at some point that weekend. That’ll give you nearly two weeks to get a bit less bashful. Right?”
I had one corner of an eye on Brett as Heather was prattling. He got redder and redder but kept his head up and his eyes on Heather’s as she was talking to him. He has gotten much better. Of course, who should come along at that moment but the remainder of the Go5.
“Yes, Brett,” Liya said, “you can hang with ... the team that weekend. You know that Shameka likes you, so maybe we can consider you our team mascot. I’m sure Shameka will think that a great idea.”
I almost guffawed when a response to Liya’s words came from behind me and I watched Brett’s face get even redder.
“I do think it a great idea. We’ll expect you to join us, hang with us at the bench for all the games. I’m sure that Coach could use another assistant, perhaps as a towel boy in the locker room.” She then turned to Dad, although she kept a corner of her eye on Brett and his now-scarlet face and with something of a smirk aimed at Brett said, “Hi, Charlie.”
“Hi, Shameka. You’re welcome to join us for dinner tonight. Are you being a bit hard on the poor guy? He’s even redder than Beth gets.”
“Thanks, Charlie. I’ll bring your daughters along with me after practice. And, no, I don’t think that I’m being hard on him, because my friends, your daughters, consider him their favorite boy and, because of them, he’s become much more social and much more able to talk to pretty girls, such as the ones on the school soccer team. He knows that we ... I mean ‘they’ of course ... are just trying to help him come out of his shell. As we girls all agreed yesterday, the combination of his yumminess and lack of ... assholeyness is a rare combination in a high-school boy. He may not quite understand that that combination makes him of great interest to girls of all ages in high school, but I think that he’s starting to get a glimmer of the picture. Hopefully, getting that hint won’t cause him to backslide on the asshole scale.”
Dad almost lost it by smiling, but held it in, then responded, “I’m sure Brett understands that being talked about in the third person in his presence is de rigeur for girls that are trying to help him learn that he, too, can get to the point where he will respond quickly to the crook of a finger, thus enabling him to reach his highest potential ... as arm candy for the Central girls’ soccer team. I was a failure in that regard in high school and look what it got me. I get to deliver some of the pretty girls of the Central girls’ soccer team to school so that they can better Brett’s life by enabling him to be arm candy. I, I was a nobody in high school because, first, there wasn’t a girls’ soccer team at my school and, b, there were no pretty girls willing to help me overcome my shyness with girls, such that I had to watch my mental inferiors have all the fun with the pretty girls in high school.”
While keeping her laughter at bay, Rhee said, “Oh, I’ll just bet!”
Dad looked at Brett, then smiled, and said, “Since I know all these ... pretty girls fairly well, except for Shameka, I can tell you that they respect and appreciate a sharp wit, a strong mind, and someone that will argue ... respectfully ... with them. If they’re convinced of your... [he glanced at Shameka, then around at us] yumminess, and if you can manage to keep the ... assholeyness associated with that y chromosome under check..., you might find some very good friends.”
Brett did not let his scarlet face keep him from responding, “Thanks, Mr. Williams. I have figured out most of that. I’ve always wanted to be ... Beth’s friend. It’s only been recently that I’ve ... gotten to the point that I can let myself not be so scared as to allow for that possibility.”
Liya and Heather both patted his back. He glanced at each of them, then shrugged at Dad.
Dad said, “I’ve got to get to work. It was nice meeting you, again, Brett. If you’re going to be a friend to these girls, then please call me Charlie. Mr. Williams was my father. Also, don’t let these girls push you around too much. They say that they appreciate backbone, but...”
A chorus of “Da-addd” was followed by Brett saying, “Thanks ... uhh ... Charlie. I’ll keep your advice in mind.”
After Dad drove off, Shameka looked around, then said while facing me, “Charlie ... your dad is a lot like mine. He’s funny and from what I’ve garnered from what little you and the others have said, is very supportive. He really seems to ... not only love you as a daughter, but to like you ... as a person. He likes all of you as people, doesn’t he?”
Although Gracey had been silent the whole time, she responded, saying, “Absolutely! He’s always been friendly and supportive of all of us. He’s also gone out of his way to help us. It’s understandable that he’s always helped Beth, but even when he didn’t know us all that well, he helped every girl of us that is not his biological daughter with very specific problems that each of us had, mostly family problems. He went out of his way, and Rhee’s, Liya’s, Heather’s, and my lives are better because he didn’t stand by when he saw that we were in need. We call him ‘Dad’ because each of us love him as that.”
By the time she got to the end, her eyes were a bit moist and her speech a bit burbly. Liya put a hand on Gracey’s left shoulder as Gracey pulled herself together. Shameka looked around at each of us, ending with me.
“Yes,” I said to her unvoiced question. “He’s been a marvelous father to me and my friends.”
She simply nodded at me, then said, “See you at practice, everyone. Well, except for Brett. Unless you like to watch, that is,” she said as she looked him in the eyes.
Liya snickered loudly. Shameka turned to her with a smile on her face, while the rest of us were confused. Shameka then waved and walked off.
“See you at lunch,” Brett said as he turned toward school.
As I turned to follow suit, I asked Liya, “What was the snickering about?”
She looked at me, then the other girls, then back to me.
“Well, I can’t know that Shameka was alluding to it, but the situation sort of works for her to have alluded to an old satiric movie. I don’t want to explain it, because it wouldn’t make a lot of sense to you unless you saw the movie. I can’t even remember the movie’s title, nor who was in it. It was a bit weird, but I liked it. I’ll bet we can find it by searching on the sentence, ‘I like to watch’.”
We let it go.
Shameka pulled down the driveway to the deck stairs, and the seven of us piled out with our various gym bags and backpacks.
I led us in the back door and toward the kitchen, calling out, “We’re here!”
“Hi, girls,” Carol said. “Welcome, Shameka.”
“Thanks, Carol. Hi, Sandy, Charlie.”
“I’m so happy that you took us up on our offer,” Sandy replied.
“I appreciate the offer. I have ... a semi-regular errand to run near here. I’m happy to get a good meal out of it.”
“Oh. Then, if you’ll just let us know a day ahead, as I said before, you have an open invitation for dinner.”
“Thanks, Sandy. I might take you up on that. It’s...” She shook her head rapidly, then said, “Nothing. Never mind. I do appreciate being here. I like your various ... daughters, I guess. We had a fun conversation in front of school this morning, one that involved Charlie. And Brett. I find all of them, girls and boy and Charlie, to be fun. Katie is the only other friend with whom I have as much fun as I have with these girls. I enjoy my other friends, but they’re just not as ... witty and funny.” She looked at us, me particularly, and said, “Please don’t let that out.” When I nodded, she turned back to Sandy, and finished with, “Liya, in particular, is a hoot. That girl has a first-class brain.”
She turned to look at Liya, smiling at her. Liya stepped over to Shameka and threw her arms around her.
“Thanks, Shameka. I don’t think I’m any smarter than the others, but I appreciate that you think me amusing.”
“Oh, it’s not that the others are any less capable, brain-wise, you just have a wit that I particularly like.”
“We all agree with that, Shameka,” replied Rhee. “In fact, that was the first facet of Liya that drew us to her. She was an angry young girl when first we met, but... damn, was she funny.”
Liya ducked her head as she disengaged and stepped back.
“Liya Lucinda Nadhi! Head up! Shoulders back! Be proud!”
Liya startled and turned to me with wide eyes.
“Hah! I got you back!”
There was much chuckling.
Dinner was a tasty and fun affair, with lively conversation. That conversation came to a surprising ... point that greatly changed the tone of the evening. [I suspect from my two-days-hence viewpoint that it will have impacts down the road on all that were present in one or more ways.]
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