Chapter 5

We left for the living room, and brunch appeared, seeming by magic. I realized how hungry I was, and we four sat down to eat as the other two finished their showers. I was not the only one hungry as plates of food in front of us were cleaned away as we ate. We drank coffee and OJ and then sat back and waited. Julie and Kimmy got up and removed their plates to replace them with the ones for Clarice and Carol. Juices were following, and then two empty coffee cups.

Bo came and sat on my lap while K and J went to the couch together. She kissed me and then put her head on my shoulder. “Can I ask you a question?’

“When have you ever had to ask a question to ask a question?”

“I want to run away to the commune. Is it okay if I do that?”

“I would like more information about that.”

We watched as Carol and Clarice arrived and sat down at their breakfasts. Soon, they began to eat, and Kimmy was up and asked if they wanted more than OJ to drink. They didn’t, and she walked back to her seat with Julie.

“A commune is filled with people, mostly women and their children. Mom told me.”

“Okay”

“They are all very close and look to improve the commune for all.”

“I was getting an idea. She was baiting me, but I played along.”

“Now, if you look at the table and the two K and J on the couch, we’re all trying to improve our lives here.”

“You want to run away to live with me at this commune.”

“You’re so perceptive. Then I did declare I was moving in with you earlier,” She smiled and kissed me.

I continued on knowing the die was cast so why not. “And your mother can hardly call you out for doing that, given her past with my mother.”

“Now that you mention it, she would be a hypocrite to do that.”

“You didn’t, by chance, happen to mention that to her before you told her about this weekend.”

“Do you believe I would plan and scheme to have my mother support me in moving in with you?”

“You are nothing if not resourceful at achieving the goals you set in front of yourself.”

“What does that mean?”

“Is she packing the boxes while you’re here?”

“Why would I need boxes? It’s mostly laundry and some other personal items. Plus, this commune is sans clothes, and I expect it will remain as such when I move in.”

“So, we can share free love whenever the mode strikes us.”

“I’m happy you understand; you know Tasha will be homeless soon, too.”

“And my bed is large enough for the three of us.”

“You have promised Carol and Julie to have babies with them, and they can’t just go back to living with their parents when you’re the baby Daddy.”

“But that leaves poor Clarice and Kimmy out in the cold.”

“The commune will need a larger place if it continues to exist. You want it to continue, right?”

“How about you and Tasha stay here with me for the short term? The rest are free to drop in at any time. Then we will work on a bigger place once we have a better idea of what we need.”

“Mom’s going to be so happy I’m running away to join a commune nearby so I can continue my schooling.”

“You’re going to get schooled, certainly, little girl.”

“I know that’s the best part of the commune: living the free love life and sharing it. Would you like to hear what Mom told me about her and her best friend when they were there?”

“I understand that you must live by the rules here, too, and teasing the leader can get you spanked.”

“He said we could be a commune, and he’s ready to be the leader, but if we don’t follow the rules, he will spank us,” she said so they could hear.

I surprised her and flipped her over, then swatted her ass a few times. The others laughed, and she cried out in fake pain and then she promised to be a good girl.

Julie came and rescued the bad-lil-good girl and whisked her off to the bedroom. Carol and Kimmy arrived to help me up to the couch. I wanted to help clean the table, but Candice and Tisha were busy doing that. Kimmy sat on my lap and reached out to play with Carol’s rack.

“She has an impressive rack there,” I said with a smirk that followed

“That is so sexist and derogatory. But it’s completely accurate.” Kimmy said.

“I started to grow these out when I turned ten. It took time, but now they are big. Mama’s larger, but she has had four children, each added to the size, she said.”

Kimmy moved her hand, reached for a nipple, and began to roll it. “You were declared a woman by your family at fifteen.”

“I’m free to choose the man or men I want in my life and likewise any woman. My Mama explained that by fifteen, a woman in our culture knows herself and what she wants. She does not have to make a choice or do anything with that choice. She can make it, and her parents can advise her and show concern in love. But the choice she makes is to be supported unless there are obvious issues where she would suffer from, say, a drug-addicted spouse.”

“Is she encouraged to stay in your culture?” I asked.

She looked at Kimmy and me and then at Clarice and Trisha, who were still in the kitchen. “It was a scandal when Mama selected Daddy. He’s outside; she suffered from that choice with some from her family. Daddy, of course, made it up to her in as many ways as he could.”

“What culture is Daddy?”

“Daddy is a proud Italian man. He was born American, of course, but Italian is more important.”

“How did they meet and end up together.”

“It’s so romantic. Daddy was on a trip with his Papa to meet with my Papa. They had business together. She saw Daddy; he was young and very charming. When the other adults were talking, they went out and sat and talked. Mama had just turned fifteen and saw a way away from where she was. She asked Daddy how the women were treated. Later, she asked Daddy if he liked her, and he said yes.”

“There has to be more,” Kimmy said.

“Mama is crafty. She and Daddy walk into the meeting hand in hand. She tells her Papa she is choosing Daddy.”

“Daddy said he had no idea what that meant or why his Papa looked at him, and then her Papa smiled.”

“Mama, like all women in the home, was invisible at times, so she knew what her husband’s business was and the reason for Daddy and his Papa’s visit.”

“Her declaration that she wants Daddy is like a marriage proposal from her. In the mists of a business deal.”

“Daddy likes to use the words blindsided and calculating. Of course, Mama put her hand on Daddy’s, and he is. ‘It’s still the best agreement in my life’.”

“She just likes to smile. When he says that, she proves it to him later in the night when they think we’re asleep and can’t hear.”

“Your mother was fifteen. How old was your Daddy?”

“Daddy was twenty-two when they met.”

“So, in the end, there was a business deal and a wedding where he brought home a bride.”

“Yes, and they stayed for a month on a honeymoon before they traveled here to America.”

“How was she received by his family when they returned.”

“His Mama was not a happy woman. She felt hurt by how it happened and likely had other friends of her daughters lined up for Daddy.”

“How did that work out?”

“His Mama and I sat down together.” She said, “I am your son’s wife. Your husband and my father support this. I know you were not there for the wedding. You have a choice to make, and it is one or the other. You can remain mad at me and drive your Son away because I will never leave him.” She followed and asked, “Or you can hold your grandchildren.”

“What happened?” Kimmy asked.

Carol smiled. “My Nana is so excellent. Mama said it took a little time, but as she grew in her pregnancy, Nana was quick to thaw their relationship. Daddy named my oldest brother Vincent Gregory after his Mama’s father and grandfather. It’s always Vinny this and Vinny that; when will I have great-grandchildren, Vinny?”

“Going to use your mother’s cunning?” I asked.

“Mama is just a simple woman in charge of the house, having the babies, taking care of Daddy, and loving all of her family.”

“My mother also had a saying about that. It was knowing what side of the bread you toast was buttered on. She would say Your father knows what side of the toast is buttered. To which he would smile.”

“Can I get some of mine buttered with what you have been poking me with down there for the last five minutes?”

“Only if I get the baby batter in me,” Carol answered.

“Baby batter, Humm.”

What the hell was that with Kimmy and Baby Butter? Kimmy was on my lap, and Carol was off the couch with us. Clarice and Tasha returned and took our place on the sofa, and I helped Kimmy onto the table while Carol went around and put a nipple in her mouth.

I pulled Kimmy’s feet to my shoulders and lined my cock with her open pussy and pushed forward. It was the rhythm of life, and Carol was sucking a nipple as I continued to fuck Kimmy. She would use her muscles to squeeze me from time to time, but her focus was on that nipple, and how it was affecting her, it appeared. Carol stopped and lifted it, then moved around and gave her the other one. I just continued up as I started to pick up speed and reached for her hips to power into her more.

My mind focused on fucking now and not trying to cum. I did just that, and Carol moved back and forth another time. Kimmy’s body was changing to a pink color as the effects of her nipples being sucked were making it happen. Along with my fucking into her. She was getting a sheene as her body was heated by the fucking I was doing with it; I had a drop of sweat fall from my nose onto her mound as I looked down.

Clarice and Bo walked out of the room and to each side of me. “Want to continue to fuck her, or do you want to cum and have a nap in the bedroom?” Clarice asked. Damn, she is so hot, tight, and watching her suck in Carol. But a nap is likely better so I can take care of Trisha, put the ring on, and work my way around later this afternoon and evening.

“I want to be worked around,” Bo said, then went to disengage Carol from Kimmy. I let Kimmy’s hips go, and Clarice helped me step back. Bo came around and helped her up, and then they went to the couch.

Carol smiled as she got on the table and held her legs up. I stepped up and pushed in. Clarice was sucking her nipples, and as much as we had been fucking had her open and wet. Her pussy seemed to grab my cock and massage it as I started to fuck into her. Reaching down to hold her hips. I fucked into her for a while, and the flush returned to her chest, and then I felt the finger, and it went in as I pulled back and followed me forward and the wiggle, and then it was stars and me dumping everything I had in my balls and prostrate into her. I didn’t remember having seen Clarice move to do that.

I stood there and stayed hard in her to help keep my cum from leaking out. Finally, I was rocking, and Clarice helped me back and then to bed. I saw Carol come in, and then she was next to me. I looked as if her hips were up; no doubt, the pillow was under to help the swimmers say in her. I closed my eyes, and I was out.

I woke up and was alone in bed. I needed to pee, so I went to the bathroom and did that. No one was around, so I brushed my teeth and used mouthwash. My mouth felt much better, and my breath was also.

I walked into the living area, and there on the floor were the six of them, mouth to pussy in a circle. I knew it had to have a name, so I quietly walked to my computer and flipped it on. After a few minutes, searching daisy chain came up via one of the porn sites. I didn’t need to watch as I had a live chain with all the sounds accompanying it. Since I had some free time, I quickly searched for Carol, Trish, and Julie’s parents. The women were engrossed in each other, so I did some quick backdoor looks and locked in the locations I would follow up on. It was nothing that I needed to do right now, but forewarned is forearmed.

I shut down the computer and went to the kitchen for a water pitcher and glasses. I expected they might all be as thirsty as I was when I made my presence known. I quietly got the water from the reverse osmosis that came with the apartment, filled a pitcher, grabbed some plastic cups, and pulled the chair out so it scratched the floor when I sat down.

“They all looked at me. “Afternoon, does anyone want a drink?” I had to give her credit, which likely set the tone for the rest, but Clarice got up, took a cup from me, and had a drink. The others were all up slowly and drinking, too.

“You’re okay? We were with each other while you slept?” Bo asked.

“This was a weekend that started one way and has changed to another; from what we started with, there were no rules per se. Keep quiet about it; no one will make any issues for anyone. Think, live, and let live. What you just had there fits in with me. I was dead to the world, and I lost nothing in the six of you being together. We all have been tired and snoozed or slept after we were together. I didn’t see that as cheating, nor do I see this as that now. I’m not angry about what six people decided to do and why the seventh was asleep. It’s not like I don’t know you’re all bisexual; Hell, I even helped some of you become that way or return to it.

“So, you’re completely fine with it?” Trisha asked.

“When asleep, sure. When I am awake, I will find a way to be included, but if it is just the six of you bonding, I’m a big boy and can entertain myself.”

“You’re a unicorn,” Kimmy said then.

“Why? Because I am sleeping, and I am not angry that you were enjoying yourself?” I took a drink from one of the cups and then poured it to each of the others who wanted more.

“Would any of you deny me if I wanted to be with you now?” They all looked around and shook their heads.

Would you not let me lay down and eat pussy and have my dick sucked in that chain with you? Again, more head shakes no.

There is your guilt here that you were having sexual fun with me asleep, and I saw it. I am not judging you as guilty of anything. You’re not using it to deny me. We all want each other, and that’s what is best for all of us.

“Are any of you going to feel denied and uncared for when your period arrives, and you’re not included as you are now?” More head shakes all around.

“Let’s just enjoy the rest of the weekend. We have lots of work to do to move this deeper, as we all want to do. Being upset or jealous of one or more of us, feeling we’re omitted, will not help us move forward.

“We can all assume you want to move forward with us together,” Clarice asked for them.

“Barring any adult or criminal intervention. I am willing to move this forward with all of you. If all this seeding of you and the timing work, I will have children with three of you now, and the other three are helping me to do that. If I am not mistaken, that makes us pretty tight together.”

“Are you making an offer for the other three of us if we want children? Are you willing, ready, and available for that?” Clarice asked no doubt bringing out in the open what she was feeling and likely Kimmy and Bo too.

“I’ve caught the undercurrent and the comments. I know that with half of you working to have babies, the other half wants them, too. So, a blanket yes to you all and a conditional case-by-case so we don’t call too much attention to ourselves and involve the authorities.”

“That’s a conditional no,” Bo asked.

“That’s a blanket, yes. I will use Clarice as an example. She is an adult in every sense of the word. Kimmy is, and Tasha will also be, and for legal purposes, I am, but the school board might see it differently with Clarice, even with my legal status as an adult.

“Clarice wants to have a baby with me. She continues to work at the school, and as my counselor, she has what the law considers contact and oversight. That’s a gray area with me being an emancipated minor still seventeen. According to my attorney, I asked this question only when, under attorney-client privilege, I discussed hypotheticals with no names involved. His advice on hypotheticals was better not to test it than to have to defend it. It does not end well for Clarice, as she will likely be arrested and charged.

The only way around that would be for her not to be an employee of the school district, and then there would be no way to drag her back into this. The alternative is to try some play to keep it a secret, which is unlikely to succeed. Even if it did, it could be held over her head for several years until the statute of limitations expires.

“As to Bonnie, even with her parents’ express permission, if withdrawn, it would result in complications due to her age. The question is that I, as an emancipated adult, must act as that and can’t hide under my age shield. Yes, they could use it both ways against Clarice and me. America got to love it.”

“I’m free and clear when I ask you?” Kimmy said.

“Ladies, Sluts, Slaves.” What do you say?

Carol stood up and walked over to Kimmy. “You’re going to make beautiful babies for our Shiek.”

“What do you mean, Shiek?’ Bo asked.

“Give me some time, and please don’t interrupt. We can work on it together after I present it,” Carol asked.

“A long time ago, in the history of my mother’s family, that was all hearsay for me. An ancestor woman was part of a harem. How she came to be is unknown now throughout history. It’s lost, as is her name to me.

Rumor and hearsay have it that she was plucked out of the harem to be the third wife of the sheik who owned the harem and all of its women. Taking an owned woman and elevating her to a wife shows that she has something much more going for her than just sex. That’s the shared key for all the women of the harem.”

“We move that forward to today, and we are his harem, as there is no legal way to marry us all. The other side is that we all will have a child or children with him, making us more wives than simple harem women. We are all harem wives. To keep everyone out of our personal business, we wrap it in some Islamic religious thing, and it’s completely out of bounds to attack anything that has Islam attached to it. America got to love it,” She mocked.

“We called it a harem before,” Bo said

“I could be a harem wife,” Julie said.

“We have to get some harem costumes before we are too big to fit in them so we can dance for our Shiek,” Kimmy added.

“And no harem woman or wife could refuse her Shiek husband her body or the bodies of any of the other members,” Tasha said.

“This is going to be way too much fun to be legal,” Clarice said.

“I want our harem outfits to be the ones we wear today,” Bo added.

“I’m happy to be a harem girl and wife for my Shiek. I will do all he wants and commands, including having his children,” Carol finished.

“You up for being a Shiek?” Clarice asked.

“As long as we don’t have any burning sands.”

“What?” Kimmy asked.

“I heard a goodie but moldy oldie and some Shiek of the burning sands.”

“We’re your harem from this moment forward, and you’re our Shiek. Carol declared.

“Do all my harem women and wives want my babies?”

As I went around, each one answered, “Yes.”

I looked at Tasha and said, “With the old agreement still in place, you’re up.”

She took Clarice’s hand, and then they took mine, and we headed to the bedroom. They didn’t close the door, but no one came in as Clarice got in bed and spread her legs wide. I got in the saddle, and Tasha moved over and sat on Clarie’s face. I could not tell if Clarice was more in Tasha’s pussy or eating her ass. But I got busy as Clarice lifted her legs and wrapped them behind me. I watched her eat Tasha and how that made her move, and I thought about how perfect Clarice was at twenty-five. Her body was fully formed and built for being with a man, having his children, enticing him with her curves and her experience that swayed as she walked in heels.

I went into overdrive and was pounding to breed her. Tasha looked down at me as I was going and realized I would dump her seeds into Clarice if she didn’t get in position and had Clarice move me. It was the fastest I was so close to cumming, and Tasha moved to make that cum hers.

Tasha was on her knees face down; Clarice saw my deep driving desires and pushed back at me, and when I pulled back, she moved, and my cock dislodged. That was enough, and she got out from under me and then behind me, helped me up and into position, and lined me up for Tasha.

“It’s me, baby, take my pussy and fill me with your seed. Breed me. Claim me for all time.” Clarice said in my ear and my mind in the fog of lust. I grabbed her hips, and I slammed my cock deep into her. I was deep in Clarice, breeding her as mine. I saw, but didn’t see, that it was not her. She had told me to, and I let my lust pour out and then fucked deep and held my cock in, and filled her pussy. Shot after shot into her.

I pulled out and was having difficulty breathing, and then I got a deep cleansing one. I had bred my Clarice. My eyes closed, and I fell into a deep sleep. I heard nothing until I awoke to Bo on me again with Julie, Kimmy, and Tasha in bed.

Bo felt me and then saw me awaken, and before I could get her to move, she scooted down my body and held my balls and my morning wood full of piss in her hands. She was holding my balls so I would not move and slowly sucking the top of my cock. I looked down, and she was grinning as she tightened her mouth around the head. I would not get up, and she would get her drink. I looked and saw Kimmy looking at me and then at Bo.

“She drank the other day and liked it.” I said.

Kimmy pushed her tongue out and bit it, then pulled back in the tip. “I’ve done that.” She moved around, and her pussy was in my face as she was there with Bo

“I let a stream lose, counted to four, and then stopped. I felt Bo’s mouth release and Kimmy’s lock on. I shot a bit, and she didn’t release, and I counted to four again as I continued to release. I squeezed it off, and then they changed. We did that one more time, and then I was done. They both go up and headed to the bathroom together.

I looked to the right, and Julie was looking at me. I turned to the left, and Tasha was there.

Julie spoke first. “Those two shared your morning piss?” she asked.

Before I could say anything, Tasha answered, “Bo told me she tried it with her and liked it.” I don’t know exactly what it was last night after our talk and then back in bed, but I know I got the two most significant shots from you this weekend, though.”

I looked over to Julie, and she was holding the ring and a tube of lube. “You have been busy breeding our fertile pussies up to now. We’re your three-hole sluts, slaves, and now harem women/wives. You missed taking what’s yours on the weekend we agreed it was.” I felt some lube, and then the ring was sliding down my dick, and then a hot mouth was there sucking my cock back too hard. I looked over, and Tasha had moved, and I had not felt the bed shift.

Julie moved, and she was at the end of the bed, her head down and her ass up. Tasha was finishing slowly getting my cock hard, and then she handed me the tube of lube and got in position next to Julie. The invitation was clear, and they were both ready with the lube for me and then in my hands.

I moved out of the bed and heard the shower start. Bo and Kimmy would be busy for a while there. I got behind Julie and touched her ass with my hand and moved to the center of her ass, and touched a finger to her hole. I pushed the tip in, and it was dry, so I took the lube, removed the top, put it to her add, went so the tip was in, shot some there, and pulled back so a dob remained. I moved to Tasha and did the same. I moved in between them and put the tube of lube on the small of Julies back and then a hand to each ass. My finger found their hole and the dob of lube there, and I pushed slowly in and then pulled back and continued to finger their asses. Julie wiggled her ass, so I added a second finger and worked it in and out, and then did the same for Tasha. They had both heads face down on their arms now and were pushing back at me. I added a third to Julie’s, and she strained, but it slipped in halfway. Tasha moved her ass again, and I added the third finger there; it slipped in as she grunted and went to the end of my hand. I fucked her back and forth and returned to concentrate on Julie and worked it around some and then deeper until she was just as far as Tasha.

I pulled my hands back and got behind Julie and took the lube, and greased my cock. I put it at her hole and slowly pushed forward as she pushed back. I made it through her ring, and she blew out a large breath she had been holding. As she did, I seated fully in her and stopped. She started to move after that, and I began to fuck her ass. Short strokes to get her ass opened and her feeling the nerves firing off. An asshole has more nerve ending that pussy, and I was going to test that theory. I moved to deeper strokes, kept my head in, and pushed fully back, working up a sweat.

“Shit, she called out as her body shook from an orgasm that she had.”

I pulled out then and moved over to Tasha. Grabbing the lube as I did. A quick coating on it, and I lined up and pushed to her asshole. She went back, and I slid into my base.

“Someone been fucking your ass regularly?” I asked as I started to fuck hers. She was not as tight as Julie.

“When I don’t do as a Dominant should, my mother will use her dido in my ass to help me learn the difference.”

“Do you misbehave on purpose?’ I asked as I continued to fuck her ass.

“You mean, do I like my ass fucked. Yes, I love to have it fucked by a cock or a toy.”

“More submission she was not happy with?”

“I’m trying to be Alpha in her eyes, and you know there is no fighting it when you’re not that way. I’m beta and can only be Alpha when I am abusive. Once I don’t have the ability, the beta kicks in. Then she uses my ass, and what happens is that my ass likes it. That’s why I’m finally where I am now. I can’t fight it any longer. Please fuck it like you own it,”

I did her ass for the next ten minutes, and Julie moved to watch my cock plowing Tasha. She looked up at me. “She is fucking you back as you’re doing her.”

“The lesson it appears now that I know precisely why is that you don’t hold back when you do this. It’s like when I am fucking you to seed you. You’re not just lying there. You’re trying to get me deeper.”

Julie moved her head to Tasha, and they talked in a whisper as I continued to fuck her. “Switch,” Tasha called out, and Julie was back at the edge as Tasha pulled herself forward and off my cock. I moved from behind Tasha, and she was up and dropped some more lube on my cock as it plowed into Julie. “Fuck it like you own it.” She smacked Julie’s ass, and that had her rotate it around and push harder and faster on my cock. Lots of quick short strokes and Tasha reached under and likely played with Julie’s clit.

That set Julie off, and she moved in ways that I thought would bend my cock sideways. Then she started to pant and flush, and finally “CUMMMMMINGGGGG,” and she locked my cock in place with her asshole, and her body shook and then slumped.

“Goodie more for me,” Tasha said and got her feet under her and ass at the edge of the bed and lifted. Once Julie loosened her grip, I pulled out and put my cock at Tasha’s ass. I reached for the lube, and Tasha saw me. She grabbed it, then tossed it on the floor. “Hurt me’ she said. As she was still and I pushed past the ring, she slammed back and started her wild ride.

I continued to fuck her on this wild ride when Julie started to move and then saw me sawing into Tasha. She looked at me, smiled, and moved closer, and got her hand on Tasha’s clit. I presumed as Tasha added a new set of moves and fucked back harder. “Hurt me,” Tasha cried out, and I slapped her ass, and then I saw Julie, and a gleam in her eye appeared, and she did something.

“Fucking Pinch it. Make it Hurt.” And then Tasha stopped moving and fell forward. Her body was shaking me on top of it. I rode it to the end, and she just lay there. The ring had worked, and when I pulled out, there was a set of dark stains on my cock I took to be shit. Julie looked up at me and started to move, and I turned away and headed to the bathroom. I heard a moan, and it was Tasha. I turned to look, and Julie was lying next to her, holding her.

I entered the bathroom, turned the shower on, and looked in the mirror. I felt like I could piss, but the ring was not going to let that happen. My cock bobbed, and it was indeed covered in shit and lube. The shower was warm enough. I headed in and started to work to get clean. A few minutes later, the ring slipped off, and my bladder emptied in the shower. I washed everything, including my hair, and picked up the ring and washed it too; then, one final wash of my dick and turned off the water.

Out to dry, I brushed my teeth and a quick swish with the mouthwash, and I was as fresh as a daisy. When I opened the door, Tasha and Julie went past me, and there on the bed, asses in place, looking freshly lubed, were Bo and Carol. My dick twitched at the sight, and then they started to rock side to side. I fisted my cock and worked the ring back in place. The lube was lying next to Carol, so I walked to her, put and dap on my cock, and then coated it. She stopped rocking and shook her ass as me.