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At nine o'clock, Joyce and I went to get Shirley. She seemed nervous when she saw Joyce accompanying me. We fitted the sleep mask over her eyes, and it was Joyce who led her back to our bedroom. I picked up a sleeping Derek from his new crib, and carried him over to the third crib we had installed in our room, for occasions such as this.
Shirley was on the bed alone when I got there, and I started kissing her and touching her body. I kept up a running commentary, whispering in her ear that it was time for her to enjoy something special again. I could feel, from the way her body was responding, that this was a very good day for Shirley. I felt the heat and wetness coming from her crotch, and the way her skin seemed to jump out at each soft caress. She must have been thinking of almost nothing else, since I'd made my announcement at dinner.
"Kenny, is Joyce going to be here? I don't want to do anything like we did before, if she's going to be here watching." I had Shirley straddling my hips and I was kissing her breasts, admiring the flush, running from her neck, down past her chest, almost to her navel. She had started making little whimpering noises, and hunching forward with her hips against my dick.
"Don't worry about Joyce. Think about what you want. We'll have the same rules as last time, Shirley. I'm not going to let someone else fuck your ass until you tell me yourself that you want it to happen. If you don't want it, or if Joyce being here bothers you, all you have to do is not tell me that you want it." I was rubbing all over her butt, with both my hands, when I said it to her.
At the bottom of our bed, Joyce was trying to tighten all the straps while she adjusted the harness holding the dildo. She looked like she almost had it fitting properly. I lifted Shirley up on her knees and used a hand to swipe my cock back and forth between her pussy lips, picking up a lot of her moisture. When I had my cock poised in place, Shirley sat straight down on it, groaning aloud as she took it deep inside her. After I had moved my hand out of the way, she started galloping on me. There was no question now that she was already very turned on.
I let her ride like that, to her first orgasm, before I started back in with running my hands all over her butt. All I did was rub her buttocks though. I made no attempt to play with her pucker. Shirley had started back moving her hips up and back, using a slower motion this time. After a moment or two of this, she sped up a little, then she reached behind her and took one of my hands, moving my fingers over to her crevice of her buttocks, until one of my fingers was touching her sensitive little rosebud. When she released my hand, I moved it back to where I'd been playing with her butt cheeks before she'd moved me. I could tell this was frustrating to her. She was already speeding up some more though, getting so close to another cum that she centered all her concentration on achieving that next orgasm.
"I'm cumming, Kenny. Touch me back there with your fingers. Put a finger in my butt hole." Shirley was trying to keep her voice lowered, perhaps inhibited by knowing there was an audience to hear what she told me to do. This orgasm was a stronger one, and she was pressing into me with both her knees, pushing down on the root of my cock.
I reached over and started lightly fingering around her tightened sphincter, probing to see if I could gain entry. Trying to put anything in her butt when a girl is in the process of cumming is difficult to do, but I did manage to penetrate her just a little bit. I wiggled the tip of my finger around, helping her grind down more on my groin as she came.
"What do you want to do now, Shirley? He's waiting, but Joyce is here too, and she's watching us. If you don't want to do anything, that's all right, but we better tell him so now."
Shirley was trying to squeeze my dick with her pussy walls, doing it as hard as she could. This went on for a few seconds, as she fought to wring as much as she could from the orgasm she had enjoyed. I felt her whole body start to relax, then I managed to penetrate her ass deeper with the one finger, moving it around and opening her up a little back there.
I could see Joyce was excited, her eyes had that deep glazed look, and she was holding her dildo in her hand, pointing it at us. I added another finger, and started moving beneath her, shoving my dick in and out of her pussy, while I moved my fingers in her ass. We had been doing that for about two minutes, when Shirley collapsed her upper body down against my chest. She had her face right beside mine, with the top of her head pressed against my pillow. She wasn't moving, or saying anything in reply to my question.
"Shirley, you need to go ahead and make your decision soon. Do you want us both to fuck you now, or do you want me to tell him to leave?" I whispered it in her ear, but I removed my fingers from her ass and used both hands to spread her cheeks as widely as I could. I knew that Joyce had an almost perfect target to aim for. She had put a rubber on the dildo, and had added plenty of KY Gel to it also. "Lift up on your knees, and tell him you want him to fuck you too, Shirley, or else tell me to send him away." She lifted up on her knees right away, but she buried her head against my shoulder, not saying anything. "You have to say it yourself, Shirley. I'm not going to let him fuck you unless you tell me that's what you want."
"Kenny, I wish she wasn't here to see me doing this. Oh God, I love it when you do that to me. I can't stand too much more of this. I want it, Kenny. Tell him I want him to fuck me too" As soon as she said this, Shirley slammed down on my cock, taking it as deeply as it would go. She spread her legs as wide as she could, and Joyce moved up on the bed, as she started trying to fit the head of her dildo into Shirley's ass.
It took her several tries to get it in, and then she needed to hold the harness in place with one hand because it started slipping off her hips. Shirley was beyond noticing anything, other than the fact that she had a dick in both her holes. She started screaming again, pushing back against Joyce and grunting as I pushed my hips up, keeping her impaled on my cock too.
I heard either Emily or Brenda trying to turn the door handle, but I'd locked it when I brought Derek to our room. Shirley didn't last very long this time either, but it was long enough for her to definitely know her ass was being fucked ferociously by somebody. I felt her cumming hard, before she again passed out, dropping straight down on my chest again. Her entire body just went limp. I had to push Joyce away from Shirley to get her to quit.
When she was forced back so suddenly, the dildo came squirting out of Shirley's ass, and Joyce let go of the harness to try to keep from falling. The contraption slid off Joyce's hips and fell down to the floor. While this was going on, I was rolling Shirley over on her back. Bunny had woken up, but the other two had slept through the whole thing. They must have grown used to Shirley's yelling or something.
I was going to get up and go try to get Bunny back to sleep, when Joyce threw herself on top of me. In only two or three seconds, she had managed to get my cock planted deep inside her pussy, and she was grinding herself up and back against me. I cupped her ass in my hands just like I'd done with Shirley, and put one of the fingers of my other hand on her butt hole. She pushed back then, and started cumming almost immediately.
"Go get that dildo thing, Joyce. We'll see how you like it moving deep in your ass." She didn't move off of me right away, so I didn't know if she'd heard me or not. I shook her, asking her again to go get the dildo.
"Kenny, please, I don't want to do that. Just do this with me, that's all I want." She then lifted off of me and started kissing me all over my face and neck, attacking me with a startling ferver. She rode me for a long time after that, much longer than she usually managed. She finally tired herself out, and rolled her tiny body off of me. I rolled over on top of her, managing to finally get a good cum for myself.
When I was finished, I got up out of bed, taking the harness and the dildo into the bathroom with me. I washed the dildo off with hot, soapy, water, before using a warm damp cloth to clean the straps on the harness off. I looked at the way Joyce had buckled everything, seeing where one strap had been attached incorrectly. It was no wonder she was having troubles keeping it in place after it had come loose.
I went back to the bedroom and put everything back in the bag, before putting it on a high shelf, behind two shoe boxes. I had it hidden all the way in the very back part of my closet. After I checked on the three children, I climbed in bed, getting in on my side, and moving a still sleeping Shirley closer to the middle of the bed. She turned over on her side so her back was to me, and then put an arm over Joyce's waist. I spooned in behind her and went to sleep.
In the morning, I woke up because three babies were moving around on the bed, being changed by the two moms. I saw the look that Shirley gave me, and I knew right away that Joyce had spilled the beans about the strap on dildo.
"That was a dirty trick you played on me last night." Her facial expression contained both anger and hurt. I knew I'd hurt her pride.
"Didn't Joyce tell you it was all her idea?" I jumped out of bed before Joyce could explain what a liar I was. I went to Shirley and kissed her, whispering that I just couldn't stand the thought of sharing her with another man. It must have been a good thing to say, because she almost melted there in my arms. I stuck my tongue out at Joyce, and went in to take my shower. I was only in the shower for a couple of minutes, before Joyce joined me.
"Don't be mad at me. I had to tell her, Kenny. She was really upset and crying when I woke up. She started right away apologizing to me, and calling herself terrible names. After I told her what you'd done, both times, she stopped being as embarrassed, but then, she got real mad at you. Whatever you told her, when you got out of bed, really seemed to work though. What did you say to her?"
"I just told her I really didn't want to have to share her with another man." I was soaping Joyce's breasts and had bent over to work on her crotch area and butt. She moved in closer to me, holding on to me tightly.
"That was the perfect thing to tell her. She'll feel special all day now. She's been feeling bad about that other time. Worried that you wouldn't like her anymore, because you know she thinks about doing stuff like that. I told her she didn't have to worry, because I'm worse about thinking things like that than she is, and you still love me."
"I do love you, Joyce. I wouldn't ever want to share you with another guy either."
"You don't have to worry about that. How come, if you're so jealous, you don't mind any of us doing things with other girls?"
"I don't know. I guess it isn't threatening to me like other guys would be. Seeing you with a girl is exciting. If it was with a guy, I don't think I could take it. I'd be so jealous, it would make me sick. That goes for all the X's too. I don't know how any of you can put up with me fooling around with other girls." Joyce just looked up at me, standing on her tip toes, kissing both my nipples, and hugging me closer to her. It wasn't really an answer, not with words, but I think she meant it was because she loved me.
As the group progressed, I felt us all coming closer together. I don't mean there wasn't still friction, but, underneath all that, there was a solid feeling of being connected. I started understanding that Joyce had been right about each of the girls loving me. I loved all of them too. The love I felt for them might not have had the same intensity I had once felt for them. I was in love with Joyce, while I just loved the X's. It was a romantic love, but with a distinct difference in intensity from that which I felt for Joyce. It was a warm, comforting love, whereas my love for Joyce was much hotter, more filled with passion and life. It had greater energy.
I was much more likely to make changes to accomodate Joyce's needs. I might not come out and admit it to anyone else, but I made a lot of decisions by only thinking about what Joyce wanted, instead of what I might want. The whole group thing was more for Joyce's happiness than for my own.
She took great pains to convince everyone that sharing me was a sacrifice she was willing to make, to see me happier. In truth, I think she recognized that her needs were more complex than what I could completely fill. She wanted to surround herself with opportunity, in order to keep herself content and satisfied with what was acceptable to me. Her rape as a child had deeply affected her, changed the way she got her sexual gratification.
Just like she was able to keep all those shipping and delivery needs in her head, figuring out when and what to send to each of our hubs, Joyce understood her own inner drives, and found a way to satisfy them, without venturing into any territory that would jeopardize what we shared. Rather than resent her needs, I admired the way she had assembled what she needed. She was protecting me from her possible excesses, so in that sense, the group really was for my benefit.
I was the only one who really understood the tremendous sexual pleasure and erotic stimulation she got from engaging in certain sexual acts, with both me and the other X's. She got excited from having sex with me, but when it was with her, me, and another of the X's, and especially when she and I were both sharing the other girl between us, her sexual temperature rose to a point where it was nearly off the charts. She refused to speak to me about it, often downplaying the effect it had on her, but I could see the difference in her reactions when another girl was involved with us. Joyce enjoyed most playing the role of predator. My size and strength gave her the chance to be that predator.
The next three weeks passed by in a whirlwind. So much happened, and all of it seemed to come at us in a rush.
Joyce and Ellen, with Aaron's help, were able to codify things to the extent that nearly all shipping and scheduling decisions were reasonably easy to make. I spent time with both of them at the computer, and, for the first time, was able to understand how Joyce kept everything moving smoothly for us. My Dad was really impressed with the way the new scheduling system was available for him to call up and look at on his computer monitor.
Ellen and I had our date in Bolling. Instead of taking her to a motel, after a nice dinner at the best restaurant in town, I drove her home to our house, and Joyce and I both made love with her. Ellen had requested that the three of us get together like that.
On the Thursday before we were all supposed to leave for Lawrence, Emily found out that she was pregnant. I probably shouldn't have been surprised by this news, but I was. What was even more surprising was Emily's reaction. She seemed really pleased to be pregnant. She called her mother to tell her the news, and this was the first time they'd spoken to each other in more than two months.
Joyce and Shirley seemed to share in Emily's happiness too, but Brenda was upset, because now she was going to be the only one without a baby of her own. Since it was Brenda's day anyway, Joyce urged me to spend the night alone with her, to see if I could get her pregnant too. We didn't know it at the time, but Brenda was already pregnant by the time we found out about Emily.
Another big piece of news came up when the detective agency, Mama had hired, located Bea. She had been arrested in a small city in central California, and charged with soliciting for the purpose of prostitution. She had pled guilty and was serving sixty days in the county honor farm for women. By the time the agency located her, she had finished about half her sentence. Mama hired some local lawyer to petition her judge for a reduction in her sentence to time served, in return for Bea's being removed from the state, and her original unpaid fine being paid in full. Four days after Bea had been located, Hans and Gerta brought her back home, using the company plane.
Mama insisted that Bea undergo a complete physical examination, with special emphasis placed on determining if she suffered from any STD's, including Aids. Surprisingly, Bea's tests all came back negative, which seemed to be a big relief for Mama.
There was immediate conflict between Bea and Mama when the subject of Bea seeking treatment for her dependence on pills came up. Bea said she had kicked the habit in the month she'd been in custody, but Mama insisted that there was more to drug dependence than the simple physical craving for drugs. In the end, miraculously, they arrived at a compromise. Bea would submit to two days per week of psychiatric counseling, for a period of six months. At the end of that time, if Bea hadn't suffered any relapse, she could quit going to any further appointments.
Mama and Gerta found a nice little place for Bea to live, close to where Aunt Clara and Mildred lived. Gerta and I both went to see Aunt Clara, without telling Bea we were going to.
We explained about Bea's being back in town, assuring her that Bea wasn't taking pills anymore. I told Aunt Clara that my offer to her to head up our food distribution program was still open. She told me again that she needed to keep the job she had, making it a point to remind me that her current job was more dependable than working for me would be. Her saying that to me really pissed me off.
"Fine then, Aunt Clara, you go ahead and keep working for them. I'll give Bea the job, instead. The only problem I have with that is that Bea will probably start using the program's money to buy herself more pills."
"Bea shouldn't be put in a position like that, Kenny. She doesn't have the training, or the self control. It would be a disaster, for both her, and for the program."
"I know that. That's why I would have preferred you. Bea still needs to have something to do, to keep her busy and her mind off her own problems. I don't think she'd like McDonald's as much as you apparently do. Part of your job would have been to watch out for her, to help keep her out of trouble."
"If I could be sure you weren't going to suddenly change your mind like you did the last time."
"I didn't suddenly change my mind. I found out that you, your parents, and your other sister, used to all terrorize Anne when she was little. When I found that out, I was angry. I decided that I only wanted to help Anne from then on."
"You've changed your mind about that now?"
"No. I haven't changed my mind about it. It's just that I have a job you'd be good at. Even if I'm still upset and disappointed in how you behaved with Anne, years ago, you're still my aunt, and you did treat me pretty well when I was at the orphanage. You weren't ever able to raise any money, but this job is giving it away. I'm sure you could handle doing that. Plus, since you were a nun, you might find it harder than most people, to steal the money you'd have access to. I've been worried about you, and I hate to worry about things like this. Now I've got this other problem with Bea, which you could help me with too."
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