B J Jones the Story of My LifeChapter 293
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July 21, 2017
Dear Ms. Diary,
[Written July 22]
Rhee and I looked at each other. I suppose that my face must have looked like hers, that is, wearing an expression of ecstasy, but not one associated with orgasm. We were ecstatic because we’d gotten to have sex with Dad. Granted, we had only bit parts in the live sex show, but we were involved. We had both held his cock when Carol was sucking it. We had both rubbed parts of his body and played with his balls. I had even licked his balls.
Now, if Dad could just work past that and not get all concerned about our parts, then we should be fine. That thought somehow connected my mind to the photo that I’m sure I saw, of which I have a memory of Mom showing me when I was in a haze of wonder caused by my getting to be involved with sexing up Dad. I looked around but didn’t see Mom’s phone anywhere. I shrugged. Either it was here and there was a photo, or it wasn’t and there wasn’t.
When I shrugged away the niggling wonder about the photo, Rhee was leaning into me. She kissed me lightly, then whispered in my ear.
“Oh, my god. I’m so turned on and so happy.”
“Yeah, me, too. That was wonderful,” I whispered back
“Do you think that we’ll play more. It’s only 8:30.”
I motioned for her to follow me and I moved us to the mud room door. “I don’t know. From my understanding, which is certainly suspect given my near lack of experience, men often can’t go again for a while, and their libidos cool. I am guessing that if Dad has any qualms about this, that will probably put an end to the game tonight. Oh! Mom’s gonna need a towel or something. We should get a few of ‘em. Since you have experience and expertise in it, you clean Dad.”
Rhee grinned and snickered. We opened the door and went in, grabbed a couple of old towels that we used as household rags.
“How’d you like having Dad’s cock in your mouth,” I asked
“Oh, god, that was wonderful. I’d almost forgotten. Thanks, so much, for that!” She then put a Rhee hug on me.
“You looked like you really enjoyed Dad playing with your breasts. That must have been wonderful.”
“No, it was exquisite! Simply exquisite.”
I then motioned her to follow, and we returned to the living room. As we approached the couch and coffee table, I saw the edge of Mom’s phone under the table. With my toes, I moved it farther beneath the table.
All the adults were now stirring.
“We’ve got towels,” I said.
Carol stood, looked at us, then asked, “Are you two okay ... with ... this?”
“Oh, yeah,” Rhee replied heartily. “We’re fine with it. That was fun ... to watch.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, “no problem with ... any of it. Do you need a towel?”
Carol took a towel from me and then ushered us a little away from the couch and quietly continued on the topic.
“I assume that you two mean that you aren’t concerned with ... uh ... Charlie and me being ... intimate. I need to be certain of that.”
“Really, Carol,” I whispered. “I really don’t mind. It was fun and ... informative, to watch, as Rhee said. And, if Mom doesn’t object, and it was quite obvious that she doesn’t, then I don’t mind at all.”
“Yeah, Mom, I really don’t have any problem with you ... uh ... sexing up Charlie. I mean, he’s only the most wonderful man that I’ve ever known, and gorgeous. I know that you’ve been ... missing sex. I mean, you’ve had, what, two dates since ... uh ... my father left. The only thing about this at all is that ... I’m a little ... umm ... jealous. That looked ever so wonderful.”
Carol looked Rhee intently in the eyes. “Jealous? As in...”
“As in,” she said so quietly that I could barely hear her, “I ... would have loved to have traded places with you. Ummm, either of you.”
Her face went scarlet, but she looked in Carol’s eyes the entire time. Carol’s eyebrows rose a bit, then she turned her attention to me, raising her eyebrows at me.
“I don’t mind Rhee ... uh ... wanting Dad. I’ve known that she does for quite a while, and it has not impacted our relationship in any negative way.”
Carol studied my face for a bit, then did the same with Rhee’s. “Okay. Thanks for your honesty. Please let me know if your thoughts change.”
We both nodded our heads at her. Beyond Carol, Rhee and I could see Mom sit up on Dad’s pelvis.
“Towel time,” Rhee said, so we returned to the couch while Carol headed to the close bathroom. “Lift up a bit, Sandy,” and she lowered the towel underneath Mom’s ass and then held it at Dad and Mom’s connection.
I handed another towel to Mom. She looked at me, looked down behind and below her at Rhee’s towel and arm, looked back up at me, then gave me a small smile. She took the towel from me and put it below her pussy in front of Dad’s cock and then carefully lifted off that cock, holding the towel tight to her pussy once it cleared the cock’s tip, and headed off, I supposed, to the master bathroom.
Once Mom was clear, Rhee grabbed Dad’s cock with the towel and twisted her hand and moved it up and down to clean Dad’s cock. She reached in with her left hand and grabbed the hanging part of the towel and gently wiped Dad’s balls and elsewhere around the base of his cock to clean him up.
While Dad’s cock was not fully erect, it also was not fully flaccid, either, and I briefly wondered if Rhee’s ministrations had something to do with that state. I looked at Dad’s face. It was not placid, but it did not look all that concerned; perhaps just a little concern. I didn’t know if that was due to him wondering about how we felt about the sex show, our part in the sex show, or Rhee handling his cock and balls. However, my wondering mind was diverted by Carol’s return and by Rhee.
“Stay there, Dad. I’ll be right back.”
She then went to the near bathroom. I turned back to Dad, then knelt on the floor by his head. I put my right hand on the left side of his waist and gave him in a one-armed hug.
“I love you, Dad. That was wonderful.”
He looked into my eyes for a while, then asked, “No concerns?”
I shook my head, then leaned up and kissed his forehead. “None,” I said.
I was going to elaborate, but heard Rhee returning, so turned to look at her. She was holding a washcloth, a wet washcloth. When she got to the couch, she casually wrapped the cloth around Dad’s cock and did as before, twisting and moving the cloth up and down to clean it, then wiped all around the base. She continued south to include his balls in the effort, even gently lifting them to wipe the back sides. Dad’s cock seemed to grow a bit. Rhee finished up and took the washcloth back to the bathroom, passing Mom returning.
“Thanks,” Mom said to Rhee, then repeated it to me when she got to the couch.
I was still kneeling next to Dad with my right arm around his waist. I saw Mom look pointedly at Dad’s crotch, then look at me and grin.
“I see that someone is waking up, again.” She then casually took Dad’s cock in her right hand and said while looking right at that cock, “Did that girl wash you well? You don’t feel sticky, so she must have done a good job. Did that feel good?”
“Sandy!”
“Oh, pooh, Charlie. Don’t fret. And, please, sit up.”
I moved my arm from Dad as he obeyed, then stood and returned to the love seat, hoping that if we acted like the game would continue, it would. Carol also returned to her seat; Rhee returned from the bathroom and sat with me on the love seat.
Mom spoke up as she sat in her place. “Now seems a good time for pie. Beth, would you help me?”
I nodded, stood, and followed her to the kitchen. I looked over my shoulder, saw no one else following. “Supplicant, I want a copy of the photo of us sexing Dad.”
Mom’s mien faltered slightly, then blanked. Then she smiled. “Of course, Mistress. Is there anything else you require?”
“Not at the moment.”
I then wrapped Mom in my arms. “Thanks, Mom! That was awesome!”
I gathered plates and forks, while Mom got the pie out and sliced it. The two of us carried all into the living room, putting the stuff on the coffee table.
“Family,” said Mom, “please serve yourselves. Beth, I need some more help.” As we made our way to the kitchen, she added, “grab small glasses for each of us. I’ll get libations.” On our return, I could see that Mom had the Irish Cream and a bottle of something else.
“Girls,” said Mom, “with Carol’s permission, you may each have two fingers of the Irish Cream. Just take it easy with it. Make it last for a while.”
Carol responded, “Sandy, Charlie. I have trusted you with the raising of my daughter on uncounted occasions. You need not ask me for permission to do something that you wish to do or think is right. I trust you two. Besides, we seem to think alike in many ways. Please consider yourselves co-equals with me in any facet dealing with parenting Rhee. You certainly have been de facto parents for years, now. I know that neither of you would purposefully do anything to harm Rhee. I mean that: any facet. Whatever you two think is right, is, virtually by definition, okay with me. Among the three of us, I think that we’re raising two spectacular daughters.”
Mom stood, went to Carol, and pulled her into a hug. “Thanks, Carol. We appreciate the kind words. Unless Charlie objects, I say the same to you about Beth. We consider that the five of us are one family, regardless of genetics. Actually, I’m adding a sixth to our family, though our third daughter is absent much of the time.”
“Yes, Heather,” Carol responded. “She is wonderful, isn’t she? And absent way too much.”
I had to inhale and concentrate in order to keep my eyes from leaking. After the poignant moment ended, the five of us munched on banana cream pie and sipped adult beverages.
When the pie and paraphernalia were cleared to the kitchen and we had all returned to the living room after a potty break, Mom said, “I believe that it was Rhee’s turn when we got sidetracked.”
Dad swiveled his head quickly to look at Mom and opened his mouth to say something but closed it when Mom looked at him.
“YES,” I thought exultantly.
Rhee rolled a 9, then a 1.
“Carol, did you enjoy that sex with Charlie as much as it sounded like you did?”
“Oh, god, yes! Charlie is very good at that.”
“Carol!”
“Oh, pooh, Charlie. Don’t fret.”
I threw a 10, then a 9. I then rolled for a second, getting a 10. I smiled; Dad “won.” Even Dad smiled. You’re not paranoid if everyone is actually out to get you!
“Rhee, sit sidesaddle on Charlie’s lap facing Sandy and snuggle into him for two turns.”
Dad blew out air in response but said nothing, then graciously accepted Rhee into his lap and wrapped his arms around her, his right hand on her right side just below her breast, his left hand on the outside of her right thigh just below her hip. Rhee scooted her butt around a bit to get comfortable, then settled her head on Dad’s right shoulder.
Carol rolled a 2.
“Charlie, do you like having my nearly naked daughter sitting on your naked lap?”
Dad actually turned a bit pink!
“Uhh ... it’s ... a bit ... exciting, so, yes, I do. Since I’ve got this wonderful lapful of girl, Carol, would you please roll for me?”
“Sure,” replied Carol as she grabbed the die. “Is it this die, Charlie? And what do I do with it?”
Dad rolled his eyes. He understood, as did we all, that Carol was delaying in order to cause Dad more consternation and/or excitement as a result of Rhee’s presence in his lap. She grinned, then rolled a 6.
“Okay, sexy girl, back to your seat.”
Rhee looked at Dad, kissed him on the lips briefly, then returned to her place. As she stood, I could see that Dad’s cock was noticeably longer than it had been before she sat.
“Carol, take Rhee’s just-abandoned seat for two turns.”
Carol grinned again, then parked her butt in Dad’s lap as Rhee had. Dad wrapped her like he had done Rhee.
Mom reached for the die and rolled a 3, then a 7.
“Charlie, please fondle Carol’s breasts for two minutes ... with your lips and tongue.”
I grinned at Dad. However, he looked pointedly at me and motioned downward with his head. Oh! I took the hint and started the timer, then nodded pointedly at him.
“Get fondling.”
Rhee and I watched raptly while Dad started out gently kissing Carol’s tits, then began laving her areolae and nipples with his tongue. By the dinging of the timer, he was sucking each nipple in turn.
Rhee let Carol and Dad calm down a bit, then threw a 12!
I immediately looked at Rhee with a huge grin on my face, which matched hers.
“Oh, god,” Dad exclaimed. “Carol, you might want to return to your seat.”
Carol grinned widely at him, then said, “Feeling nervous, mouse?” She laughed, then took her seat.
“Charlie, you will make out with Beth ... and alternately with me while we both sit on your lap for three turns.”
I almost launched myself from the love seat, over the coffee table, to Dad’s lap. I didn’t, but I didn’t waste any time, either. I cut between Carol and the table. Dad’s cock was at full extension, but he had his knees together, so I pulled on his right knee, then straddled his right thigh. When I got situated, Rhee worked Dad’s left leg more toward Mom, then straddled his left thigh. Dad’s arms wrapped behind each of us to hold us, his hands on our opposite hips.
Rhee looked a speaking glance at me, so I leaned into Dad’s face and put my lips on his. As we kissed, the kiss got more-and-more active, our mouths opening and our tongues doing battle. When his right hand drifted down and began fondling my left ass cheek, I almost lost it. However, my mind managed to remember that Rhee was awaiting her turn with Dad’s mouth, so I disengaged.
Rhee didn’t hesitate, immediately attacking his mouth with hers. I reached around Dad and began rubbing his back, neck, and head, while I “looked” for Dad’s left hand with my right. I found it on Rhee’s right ass cheek. I then wormed my right hand between Dad and Rhee and began rubbing his chest.
About then, Mom said, “Beth, I’ll roll for you.”
Wow! Mom let things go for a while!
“You got an 8, Beth.”
Oh, hell. How am I supposed to think up a task for Mom in this situation? Punt, apparently.
“Mom ... uh ... Sandy, do whatever you want for three minutes.”
At that, Dad’s mouth came at me. I met it. Shortly after our lips met, our tongues did, too. Dad’s right hand climbed my side from my ass and grabbed my left boob, squeezing it, and flicking, then pinching, my nipple. I leaned into him pushing his back more firmly into the couch. About the time I began moving my right hand down his chest to his belly with thoughts of going farther south, another hand grabbed mine and placed it around Dad’s cock. Dad’s hot, throbbing cock. That other hand also encouraged mine to move up and down, but slowly. That hand left mine, but I could feel it or another ... or two below my hand.
Somehow, I still had the wherewithal of mind to remember that Rhee was probably waiting for Dad’s mouth, so I backed off Dad’s face. Besides, I REALLY wanted to watch my hand on Dad’s cock. Rhee’s head grazed mine as she went in. I looked down.
OH.
MY.
FUCKING.
Dad’s cock looked enormous in my hand. The head was purplish-red. Below that cock, I could see Rhee’s hands touching Dad’s balls. OH, FU-UCCKKKK. I leaned in and canted my head so that I could kiss and lick Dad’s neck and right ear.
Somewhere outside the tiny scope of awareness left to my mind and Dad’s moaning in Rhee’s mouth, I heard Carol speak.
“I rolled a 6, then an 8.”
My brain didn’t really process that sentence and it completely tuned out the words that must have followed. However, I felt a hand on mine. That hand stopped my hand’s motions and gently pulled it off its squeeze toy. I leaned away from Dad’s head to see what was going on in Dad’s crotch. That hand was Mom’s and it continued to move my hand lower, to Dad’s balls. Mom’s hand used mine to instruct me on what to do with those wrinkly things. Rhee’s hand was now stroking Dad’s cock.
While I was watching various hands in Dad’s crotch, Rhee must have pulled back, as Dad began kissing the side of my head. His right hand, still on my breast, pulled my torso back into him, so I lifted my head and went back to kissing Dad.
I completely lost track of time, but it probably was not too much longer before I was being gently pulled away from Dad’s lap, while Carol was saying, “Come on, girls. That task is done.”
Rhee and I stumbled our way back to the love seat and sat. My pussy was throbbing and leaking. My nipples, hell, both whole breasts, were tingling. I wanted more, but, with a slightly clearer head, I’m glad that the three of us were separated. I do NOT want Dad to get sucked into doing a lot more with us while so much of his blood supply is in his penis.
“Charlie rolled a 4,” said Carol.
I looked at Dad. His cock was still purplish-red and still throbbing to an apparently quickened heartbeat. Dad was still breathing hard, which made me realize that I was, too. I looked at Rhee, who looked like I felt. I looked back at Dad. Mom now had her left hand on his chest and her head on his left shoulder. Dad seemed to be a little more under control as he opened his mouth.
“Rhee, with how many males have you had sexual contact?”
Rhee was magnificent, sitting there, head up, shoulders back, eyes connected to Dad’s eyes as she said quite clearly, “Well, the total is now, uh ... let’s see ... one.”
I heard Dad inhale loudly, but when I looked at him, he was calm. Or, as calm as I think can be expected, given the recent three-way make-out session.
Mom threw a 12! OH. MY! I could see Mom’s mind working at a suitable command and when her eyes flashed, I knew that it was going to be interesting. She then stood and walked into the center of the room.
“All women, young or otherwise, come here.” Once we had all joined her, she said, “Carol lie on your back here with your head toward the couch. Each of the rest of us will also lie on the floor on our backs, but 90 degrees to clockwise in number order from Carol and with our feet in the center of the wheel.”
Once the four of us were on the floor in something of a pinwheel, Mom’s orders continued.
“Charlie, starting with Carol’s right nipple and working clockwise, you will suck and/or lick every female nipple in the room for 30 seconds each. However, you will do so from your hands and knees and with your body oriented toward the woman’s feet whose nipples you are sucking and with your knees behind her head. The woman being sucked, must lie with legs together with feet in the center of the wheel and with arms on the floor at her sides. The three women who are not being sucked may lie on the floor in any position, as long as both feet are approximately in the center of the circle. You may touch each woman only with your mouth. The woman to counterclockwise of the woman having her nipples sucked will watch carefully and inform us if any other part of Charlie’s body touches that woman. As a penalty for non-oral touch of a given woman, Charlie must then scoot forward and kiss and lick her belly for 30 seconds. Unless some part of Charlie’s body other than his mouth touches the women whose nipples are being sucked, the recipient of Charlie’s oral attention may not touch Charlie with any part of her body other than the part that Charlie’s mouth is touching, else ending the task immediately. Should some part of Charlie’s body other than his mouth touch the woman whose nipples are being sucked, as long as the woman remains in the assigned position, she may touch him in way she pleases.”
Oh, freaking hell! With Dad being quite a bit taller than any of us, Mom’s command might be easily met. A shorter man’s cock, particularly a hard cock, might well touch the woman’s head and then when he had to lick her belly, that position would probably put his cock in front of her face!
All that ran through my mind as Dad slowly stood, walked to Carol’s head, then got down on all fours. I couldn’t decide if I wanted him to touch me with another body part. Yes, I wanted it, but I really did not want Dad pushed to doing stuff with Rhee and me before he had consciously and with deliberation decided to do stuff with us. It might be best, if he did run afoul of the nothing-but-mouth touching rule, that it be on either or both the moms.
Dad managed the task with no rule violations; I was somewhat relieved and somewhat disappointed. What did not disappoint me was Dad sucking my nipples. Oh, god, that was wonderful. Once we returned to our seats, Rhee rolled the die: 3.
“Sandy, did you hope that Charlie would break the touching rule on that task?”
“Very much so.”
I threw a 10, then a 7.
I thought for a bit then said, “Charlie, sit between Rhee and me on the love seat and, with your mouth, make love to my neck and face for two minutes.”
Dad plunked himself down between Rhee and me. Given that we were on a love seat, it was a tight squeeze, and there was no gap between bodies from my left side to Rhee’s right. I knew that she’d appreciate the contact. Those tight quarters also meant that Dad had to sit with his back partly toward Rhee so that he could attend to making love to my face. Again, it was wonderful.
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