How Polygamy Begins – 4-2 by James_Gina

The girls meet Jay’s family, and Jay finds his pain threshold.

[Jay’s Narration]

I came out of my room the next morning around 8:00 a.m. to be greeted by Melly. We exchanged pleasantries and headed for the kitchen.

“So Mom and Rachel are on the veranda having breakfast. Mom told me to tell you to stay away,” said Melly.

“Oh crap,” I exclaimed.

“Yeah, mom caught her heading for your room this morning and pulled her downstairs.”

*

[Rachel Narration]

I slept well and woke up early. I thought I might go wake up Jay and get some alone time. I had just made the right to Jay’s room when I heard my name. I turned to be greeted by Mrs. Donner.

“Go morning Mrs. Donner,” I said.

“Go moring dear, and please call me Katherine. Would you care to join me for coffee and croissants?”

“Oh, ah… sure, Katherine,” I responded.

We made our way downstairs and into the enormous kitchen to be greeted by a couple of women.

“Allow me to introduce my good friend and assistant, Betty Graves, and my good friend and chef, Angela Morrison.”

I greeted the pair and was handed coffee and the most beautiful fluffy croissant roll ever. Katherine and I made our way out to a large patio that overlooked a pool and distant mountains.

“So Rachel dear, did you keep the promise you made me when you were here last time?”

“Yes, mam, I did until Jay let the cat out of the bag a month ago, and still, I didn’t tell the other girls everything. I just didn’t lie to questions they started asking.”

“So, what changed all of a sudden? You and I were both under the impression Jason had become gay,” asked Katherine.

“Well, Katherine, it was me. I was drunk and horny after a guy dumped me at a bar one night. I called Jay to come and get me, which he did, and well, I asked him to have sex with me. We talked a bit, and it came out that I thought he was gay, and he adamantly denied being gay. We figured out that he was just super shy and afraid of being rejected. Anyway, we had sex, and I took his virginity, then we woke the next morning and ended up getting caught by the other girls.”

“So how did it come about that he slept with all four of you?” She asked.

“Well… I guess you would have to understand the bond between the five of us. To be fair, I’m pretty sure Connie and I have always loved Jay, but Heather and Sue grew close to him over the years. The five of us go everywhere together; we have brunch at the same place every Sunday. We take as many classes together as we can, study together, party together, go to movies together. We know a lot about each other, our deepest secrets, our darkest desires. And, there is nothing we wouldn’t do for one another. Because of that dedication to one another, we made the musketeer pact. You know, the ‘All for one and one for all.’ We experience life together, and except for sex, we shared every experience. That is until a month ago. After the girls caught me having sex with Jay, and it was determined he wasn’t gay, we all decided that to stay equal, each of us needed to have sex with Jay. Jay agreed, and so we all took a turn going on a date with him.”

“Tell me about these dates,” requested Katherine.

“Jay recently took each of us on what I can only describe as the perfect fantasy date. If I didn’t know him so well, I would have said he was just trying to buy us. It wasn’t the amount of money spent that impressed us, though. He showed each of us how much he had paid attention. The dates were perfectly geared to each of us. We all dream about the perfect date, but almost no one ever has one. Jason gave us that, and it just made us love him more. We thought of having him choose the one of us he loved the most, but we realized it was all or none. He can’t live without us, and we can’t live without him.”

“You know polyamory relationships rarely work out,” responded Katherine. “With sex comes emotion, it’s difficult for a man to keep up with the emotional baggage that comes with one woman, but four.”

“Five actually,” I responded.

“Five!” exclaimed Katerine.

“Yes, the fifth is Brandi, she’s been a casual friend for about a year now. To give Jay more confidence, the four of us, well three of us decided Jay needed to date other women besides us.”

“Why only three of you?” Katherine asked.

“How should I put this… All of us are in love with Jay, and we all loved him deeply as our best friend and confidant, but one of us is a little more… smitten.”

“And who is that?” asked Katherine.

“You know what… I’m going to let you figure that out. I’ll bet by the time we leave; you’ll know which one of us it is.”

“Oh, a challenge you offer. Not to worry, sweetheart, by the end of the week, I’ll have extracted everything I need to know,” answered Katherine.

Katherine and I finished our breakfast over chit chat, but I had a feeling every question she asked had a purpose. We walked into the kitchen to find Connie, Sue, Melly, and Jay talking to Betty and Angela.

“Where’s Heather?” I asked.

“She was here, she had a cup of coffee and said she was going for a quick run,” said Jay.

*

[Jay’s Narration]

Melly and I went down to breakfast to find Heather having coffee and talking to Mrs. Graves and Angela. Angela had been a lifelong friend of my mothers and runs a catering business that my dad owned half interest in. She has a catering shop in town but also cooks for my family on special occasions. When my dad had the house build, Angela designed our kitchen. The kitchen would have even impressed the likes of Gordan Ramsey.

Heather, Betty, and Angela seemed to be getting along and having a laugh when Melly and I walked in. I had feared when I heard both Betty and Angela were here at breakfast. Betty wasn’t usually around for the holidays, and Angela would often be here closer to dinner. Them being here so early could mean only one thing, mom had enlisted their help in grilling the girls.

Heather finished her coffee and was going for a run, just as Connie and Sue walked into the kitchen. I heard Heather whisper “Good Luck” to Connie and Sue as she walked out.

“Jay, I thought you’d be visiting Bullet this morning,” asked Angela.

“Oh, I’ll probably take the girls later to visit him. Is my dad home yet?” I asked.

“Jeff went to get your dad, they should be here around 2:00,” answered Betty.

“Betty, you’re not usually here at Thanksgiving, don’t you usually spend the day with your family?” I asked.

Betty and Angela both gave me a sly smile. “Normally, yes, but most of my family went on a trip this year, so your mom invited me to have Thanksgiving with your family,” answered Betty.

We all sat around the large kitchen counter drinking coffee and eating croissants. Melly, Angela, and Betty started conversing with Connie and Sue. They pretty well left me out of the conversation. The conversation wasn’t serious mind you, mostly idle chit chat. I could tell the questions geared to retrieve specific information about the girls. Like, where they were from; what was it like growing up in that town; why did they choose that college degree. But, everything was rolled into a general conversation, versus just asking pointed questions.

I just sat back and watched while sipping my coffee. It was amusing watching Connie work her magic. Connie had that sweet southern charm on full, and she was taking opportunities to suck in Betty and Angela. If either of them said the wrong thing, Connie would pounce on them like a cat to a couple of mice.

Things were just getting interesting when Rachel and my mom walked in. They joined in the conversation for a bit until mom asked Angela to show her where the champaign was stored. I knew this was a ruse so she could talk to Angela, but just let it slide.

Mom and Angela came back with a couple of bottles of champaign and made mimosa. We all chatted and drank for a few more minutes before mom wandered over to Connie and asked her if she’d like to take a walk.

[Connie’s Narration]

I left the kitchen with Katherine. We left the house and headed down a trail that ran into the distance. We chatted about the weather, the plane trip, favorite stores, and such until Katerine decided to start her real conversation.

“Angela told me to watch out with you; you know why she would say that?” Katherine asked.

In my most southern bell voice, I answered: “Why, whatever do you mean, Mrs. Donner.”

Katherine chuckled, “Let’s make each other a promise not to treat each other like fools.”

“Done!” I replied.

“So, where is your place with this group?” asked Katherine.

“I’m kind of a leader. I mean, we all make decisions, but I keep everyone organized.”

“How did you meet my son?”

“Oh, well actually a few weeks after school started our freshman year, I threw my drink in my then cheating boyfriends face, and half of it ended up landing on Jay. He and Rach were so sweet and understanding, Jay, even bought me another drink. After that, we just became the best of friends.”

“And when did you become romantically involved with Jay?”

“Rachel told me Jay was gay while he was getting my drink, so I had always believed he was out of reach until a little over a month ago.”

“Yes,” Katherine responded. “Rachel told me about that, but why did all of you have to sleep with him?”

“Well, Katherine… I guess… well, Jay is the best friend any of us have ever had, and after Rach had sex with him… I guess you could say he was the perfect pear with a single bite taken out. We all decided that we all had to have a bite. I don’t know if I can explain it any better.”

“I understand, dear, but why keep at it? Why not all go back to equal and stop there?”

“Oh, well that’s easy, we are all in love with him. Jay hooked me after one bite for life.” I responded.

“That sounds pretty serious; I mean life. Do you want to marry him?” asked Katherine.

“Yes, I would marry Jay today if I could.”

“That’s pretty intense for such a new relationship, are you sure you shouldn’t think about it a while.”

“No, mam, I love Jay with all of my heart. I used to be able to see my future; I could see different outcomes that all had me a career woman. It’s different now then it was, now all my future dreams have Jay in them, and I honestly can’t fathom a future without him in it.”

“You’re the one,” Katherine stated.

“Excuse me, mam.”

“Oh nothing dear, why don’t you tell me a little more about yourself?”

“Well, my full name is Connie Jean Hamilton, and I’m from Macon, Georgia. Some people refer to me as a real-life southern bell. I grew up on a plantation that’s been in my family since the early eighteen hundreds. I’ve been to cotillions, debutante balls, the works.”

“So how big is this plantation?” Katherine asked.

“Oh, I think we own something like five-hundred acres, but my family leases or manages thousands of acres. Daddy is not your average farmer. He has degrees in both commercial agriculture and chemical engineering. My grandfather still grew cotton before daddy took over fifteen years ago. Now he grows vegetables for supermarket chains. He also patented a new soil analyzer that robotically moves around a field testing and sending data back to a computer system. The information gets fed into a GPS controlled fertilizer tractor that automatically adjusts the chemical concentrations of the fertilizer to exact need.”

“Your father sounds like a brilliant man; what about your mother?”

“My mother was a debutante like me, she has a law degree, but never practiced. She runs the family foundation and plans events, like the cotillions, charity events, and the like.”

“So it sounds like your family is very wealthy,” Katherine states.

“Well, mam, I’m sure you’ll understand better than most. We aren’t independently wealthy like say, Warren Buffet, but we have access to wealth and the privileges and opportunities that affords. We share the wealth between recognized members of the Hamilton family. While my immediate family has some independent wealth, it’s nothing compared to the Hamilton Family Trust.”

“Yes, we have friends with family trusts. Some trust funds make Warren Buffet look like a pauper.” We both laughed.

“My dad told me once how much the trust was worth, and all I can say is,” In my most southern bell accent. “Warren Buffet would be pea-green with envy.”

“I have two older brothers, David, and Jonathan, that work with my dad farming, and I have a younger sister that started college this year.”

“Connie, dear, how do you see this thing with Jason moving beyond where you are right now?” asked Katherine.

“I honestly don’t know, all I do know is I love that boy with all of my heart, and if being with him means I have to share him with three, four, or ten other girls, then share him I will,” I responded.

“But sweetie, you are… well not to put too fine a point on it, but you are simply gorgeous, you could have any man you want, why Jason?”

“The heart wants what the heart wants, and besides, no one has ever made me feel as good as Jay, physically or emotionally. From the first minute I met that boy, he has made my heart flutter.”

“Rachel told me there’s another girl, and that she’s new to the group. Tell me about that?” asked Katherine.

“The girls thought Jay should get more experience. We told him to ask out one of our other friends, Brandi. Brandi has been a friend for about a year. She’s an artist but was always kind of a downer. We all liked her; she just seemed depressed most of the time. Jay asked her out, and like the rest of us, he blew her socks off. We were in the middle of a group encounter when she walked in a caught us after her date with Jay. Amazingly, she didn’t get freaked out by it and joined us.”

“So, all of you have sex at the same time?”

“Some times we do, not every time. We mostly just do what feels right at the time. Some times its one on one, other times two on one, and still other times it may just be a couple of us girls.”

“Don’t you get jealous?” asked Katherine.

“I guess I did a bit when he went out with Brandi, but I guess it was more fear that I’d lose him, more than being jealous. No one has ever challenged me or been able the keep up with me the way Jay does. I have anger issues, and no one can calm me the way he does. I was so afraid, and the girls kept me away from the one person that could calm me.”

“I don’t know how you do it, I trust John implicitly, but I’d divorce him in a second if he ever cheated on me.” Responded Katherine.

“The difference is that Jay isn’t cheating; we are all lovers and friends. I or any of the girls would be upset with Jay or one another if one of us had sex with someone outside of our sextet.”

“Do you have any reservations about any of the other girls?”

“Not really reservations, we were all best friends first, so it made the transition to lovers easier. I guess the two girls that give me the most pause are Heather and Brandi. Not because they would hurt Jay, but more because they’re so different from the rest of us.”

“How are they so different?” asked Katherine.

“Don’t get me wrong, they’re great people, it’s just Brandi is an artist, she’s brilliant but looks at the world differently. Heather has changed a lot because of Jay, but she used to be a wild party girl. I’m just afraid that one day, Jay won’t be enough.”

“So you think you, Rachel, and Susan are more in tune with Jay?”

“I think the three of us are more like Jay, but then Heather owes Jay a lot, and she seems to be satisfied with our relationship. Brandi is new, and I don’t know her as intimately as the others.”

“Thank you for your honesty. All I want is the best for my son, and while I can’t say I understand a… sextet, if it makes my son happy… I guess I can live with it. Just understand, I’m going to do what mothers do, and keep a close eye.”

“I would expect nothing less,” I responded.

Katherine and I spoke a little more as we returned to the house. We found everyone in the library talking to Jay’s dad. Katherine introduced me to John, and we joined in the conversation.

[Jay’s Narration]

My dad came home just after noon, but Mom and Connie were still out walking. Apparently, my dad wasn’t aware of my bringing guest’s home for Thanksgiving. Still, he was very gracious as I introduced him to Rachel, Heather, and Sue. He asked us all into the library for a cocktail.

The library also had a bar area where my dad kept all his liquor. My dad was a real connoisseur of fine liquor. His favorite is Dalmore Scotch, but he had every type of liquor in the most expensive brands.

“So ladies,” my dad asked, “have any of you ever experienced a twenty-five-year-old single malt scotch?”

“I have,” said Heather. “My dad loves the stuff.”

“Oh, what does your dad do for a living?” dad asked.

“He’s like you, investment banking, venture capital, real estate, and such.”

My dad looks at heather intently for a moment, “Wait, I know you, or at least I’ve seen your picture before. You’re Angus McClaven’s daughter.”

“Yes, sir,” Heather responded.

“How did you meet my son?”

“We met in college our first year, and have been friends ever since,” Heather responded.

“Small world, I’ve been doing business with your father for fifteen years. Your dad speaks of you like you’re his finest achievement in life. I expected you to be glowing like an angel if I ever we met.”

“That’s surprising sir, my dad and I haven’t exactly gotten along the past few years,” Heather responded.

“Sweetie, even soiled jewels, look beautiful in the right light. I haven’t approved of every choice my children have made, but even in their darkest hour, they still sparkle in my eyes. Knowing Angus the way I do, there is no height he wouldn’t climb to get to you.”

“Thank you, sir, I’m sure you’re right,” answered Heather.

It was at that point mom and Connie walked in. Dad walked over and gave mom a kiss and hug, and mom introduced him to Connie.

“I see you’re getting acquainted with the ladies,” mom stated.

“Yes, such lovely friends our son brought home, but why didn’t you tell me he was bringing friends home?” dad asked.

“They are all terrific friends to our son, but… they’re also his companions,” mom retorted.

“Companions, as in..”

“Yes, dear, as in they’re all together… plus one more that wasn’t able to join us,” said mom.

The girls had now surrounded me as mom and dad spoke. Dad looked over at us, then back at mom, then back at us and mouths ‘All of you?’ The girls look at me, then again at my dad, and shake their heads yes.

“Woah, I think I’m going to have to crack a forty-five for this,” dad exclaimed.

Dad went behind the bar and laid out eight glasses and opened a forty-five-year-old Dalmore. He poured an equal amount in each glass and put the bottle back.

“Ladies, son, please take a glass,” dad said.

I heard Heather whisper to the others, “Savor this; there is about five-hundred-dollars in each of those glasses.”

“Mr. Donner, how about we crack that ‘180’ back there?” asked Heather as she retrieved her glass.

Dad smiled and chuckled, “Please, Heather, call me John, and no, but you’re a funny girl.”

“What’s the joke, what’s a ‘180’?” asked Sue.

“It’s an expensive bottle of Dalmore Scotch, those foolish old men with money pay too much for dear,” said my mom while glaring at my dad.

Dad raised his glass, “A toast; to my wonderful family and all the joy and happiness they’ve brought me, to old friends and new, and to the future, may it bring us all happiness.”

We all sat around talking until mom meandered over to Sue and asked Sue to join her. They walked out of the room as the rest of us talk to my dad.

[Sue’s Narration]

Katherine guided me into an alcove off the kitchen. The alcove was facing a garden that hid everything but the distant view of the countryside. Four comfortable chairs surrounded a low table. After being seated, Angela brought in tea and butter cookies. Katherine asked how I took my tea and served me a cup while we chatted about general topics.

“So dear, as I’m sure you’re aware, I’m trying to learn more about the beautiful young ladies my son brought home. I find one on one conversations to be the most fruitful. I hope you don’t mind?”

“Not at all, Katherine. Jay is a wonderful man that’s been through a lot. It’s only natural for you to be concerned,” responded Sue.

“Tell me about yourself and how you met Jason?” asked Katherine.

“Well, my name is Susan Janine Capris, my single mother raise me, and never knew my father. Jay and I met through Heather, as Heather and I were roommates when she first met Jay, Connie, and Rachel. The funny thing is that Heather and I didn’t get along at first, but I liked Jay when I first met him. I was bummed when the girls told me he was gay.”

“What attracted you to Jay?”

“Right from the beginning, it was his persona. He just made me feel at ease. Within two days of meeting him, I felt like I had known him my whole life. Most guys today have no idea how to carry on a conversation with a lady. Jay was more like talking to one of the girls. I guess that’s why we all just assumed he was gay.”

“Well, dear, until yesterday, I would have bet money on my son being gay, and I’m his mother, I’m supposed to know these things,” responded Katherine.

“Things happen for a reason, I guess, I mean who knows where any of us would be if not for this happy accident. Jay has been the glue that stuck us together, and I don’t see any of us girls having ever become friends if it wasn’t for Jay.”

“How do you mean, dear?”

“None of us had anything in common to start. Heather and I didn’t get along, Rachel is a rocker girl, Connie is a debutant, I was a shy wallflower. Connie and Heather both grew up rich, but Connie is sweet and conservative, whereas Heather is wild and crazy. Rachel and I were middle class, but she was a preppy cheerleader, whereas I was a geeky band girl. I mean, you really couldn’t get a different group of girls together if you tried.”

“How does Jay fit in?”

“I guess you could say that Jay is our focal point. He got us talking and made us realize that our differences were smaller than our similarities. Then when Connie, Heather, and I caught him with Rachel, we were stunned, and I guess a little jealous. We had spent three years not knowing the real Jay, and well, we had shared everything else, so.”

“Do you know if Jay was still a virgin?” Katherine asked.

“Yes, Rachel took Jay’s virginity the morning we caught them together. Then I gave Jay my virginity a few days later.”

“Oh, wow, I didn’t expect that. Were you saving yourself?”

“Not for marriage necessarily, but for the right man. I mean, I had a lot more experience than Jay. I had dated plenty, I just never went all the way. We tried to bring Jay out; we even took him to a gay bar. Some of the guys there hit on him, and he just sat there talking and oblivious.”

Katherine laughed hysterically about the gay bar. “That is precious dear; I would have loved to have been a fly on that wall. I have only one other question for you, dear. Do you love him?”

“With all of my heart,” I responded.

Angela came in at that point. “Kat, dinner will be ready in forty-five.”

“Sue dear, would you be so kind as to inform everyone about dinner, and tell them to dress nice.”

I left the kitchen and found everyone else still in the library.

[Jay’s Narration]

Thanksgiving dinner was spectacular; Angela and her crew had outdone themselves. The girls were all dressed to the nines, and dad and I put on tuxedos. It was a family black-tie event if ever there was one. We retired to the living room to talk and drink Port. The Port was delicious; it was sweet with a taste of Cinnamon and Rasberry.

My dad and Heather seemed to talk like old friends. Rachel, Sue, and Connie were chattering on with Melony and Betty. That left me talking with Mom and Angela.

“Jay, honey, how do you think this is going to work out with all these women?” mom asked.

“I don’t know mom; those four girls are my best friends. I can’t see a future without all of them in it. The friendship is old, but the sextet is new, we still have to figure it out. All I know is I want all of us to be happy,” I answered.

“Do you have a favorite?” asked Angela.

“No, as I said, the four of them have been my best friends for the past three years. We hang out together; we study together, we eat together, we tend each other when we’re sick. The only thing we didn’t do together until recently, was sex, and now we do that too. They’re all equal in my eyes.”

“How well do you think you know them?” asked mom.

“There is nothing I don’t know about them,” I respond.

“Okay sweety, you ready to test that? LADIES!” Mom yells across the room.

“My son here claims he knows everything there is to know about each of you; I don’t believe it. Are you ladies up for a game?” Mom asked.

All the girls say yes, so mom explains her game.

“Angela is going to take the four of you in another room and ask you two questions each. She’ll write questions and answers on a card. I’m going to ask Jay the questions and see if he gets them right. Now here’s the deal, if he gets them all correct, you all get to come with us for Christmas, that is if you want to, to Switzerland. Then as a bonus, I’m going to ask each of you one question about Jason, if you get them right, Jason can spend the rest of the weekend with you in the guest wing. Deal?”

The girls all left the room, and my mom confirmed the four questions she would ask the girls. A few minutes passed before Angela, and the girls returned. Mom took the cards from Angela and had the girls sit on a couch behind me.

“Okay, sweetie, Angela asked each of them an easy question and a hard question. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I responded.

“First Question: What is Rachels middle name?”

“Marie,” I respond.

“Correct”

“Question two: What is Heather’s dad’s name?”

“Angus”

“Correct”

“Question three: What is Susan’s favorite color?”

“She doesn’t have one; she just likes pastels.”

“I’m going to give you that one, but she did say one color of pastels.”

“Green,” I respond.

“Ow, nailed it.”

“Question four: What size dress does Connie wear?”

“Six or eight depends.”

“Correct”

“Okay, now for the hard questions. Question five: What did Connie do for her sixteenth birthday?”

“Oh, ahh… Oh, her mother hosted a sweet sixteen cotillion, and all the girls wore the old fashioned southern belle dresses. The guys all wore pre-civil war suits with tails and top hats.

“Correct, you’re doing pretty good, son.”

“Question six: What date is Susan’s birthday?”

“October fourteenth.”

“Correct”

“Question seven: What city was Heather born in?”

“She wasn’t born in a city; her mother had her in the water at lake Geneva.

“Ow, you were so close.”

“WAIT, lake Genevieve.”

“Correct”

“Okay, Last question: Rachel has a scare somewhere on her body, where is it?”

“A scare, I’ve never seen a scare anywhere on her body…”

“Not looking good, son, that trip is slipping away.”

“Wait!” I exclaimed, “I remember now, she covered a scare on her wrist with the rose tattoo.”

“Damn, I thought I had you!” Mom exclaimed. “Correct.”

“That was good baby, I only told you about it once, the first day we met,” said Rachel.

“Okay girls, I’m going to ask you four questions, anyone can answer, but you may each only answer one question,” mom said.

“Question one: Where was Jason born, and what day?”

The girls all looked at one another, each shaking their heads, yes. Then Sue answered: “He was born in Monterey, California, on December 29th.”

“Correct.”

“Question two: What car did Jason drive in High School?”

“He never told us the make or model, just that it was an old four-door piece of crap he bought for six-hundred dollars,” said Heather.

“hum, I don’t know girls; I think you should know the make and model. What do you think, Angela?” asked mom.

“Oh, give it to them, Kat; does Jason even know what that monstrosity was?”

“Okay, I’ll give it to you, as that’s how Jason first described it to me, but for future reference, it was a Buick Regal,” mom explained.

“Question three: What significant event changed my son’s life?”

Rachel and Connie both started to answer together, then looked at each other. Ultimately Connie answered. “At his Birthday party, the three girls he thought were his best friends stabbed him in the heart. Their names were Crystal, Tiffany, and Ally. He completely changed himself and never had any friends until he met Rachel.”

“Excellent Connie, I can see Jason really does confide in you, ladies,” mom said. “Final Question Rachel: After the event, Jason was depressed and wouldn’t talk to anyone, including the counselor I had him see. He was cold and distant to everyone, including his family. Who was it that finally broke through to him?”

“Oh, well, I know the answer, but this is deeply personal to Jay,” answered Rachel. Rachel looked at the other girls and asked, “Do you guys know this?” The girls shook their heads no. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t answer the last question. Jay, sweetie, is it okay if I tell this story?”

“Yeah, baby, you can tell what you know,” I answered.

“It was two years after the birthday party. Jay was arguing with his brother, which ended in Jay saying he hated his family and wished he was dead. Melony rushed over to him and slapped him in the face as hard as she could. It stunned Jay that his little sister would do that. She told him never to say that again, he was her big brother, and she loved him. Jay fell to his knees and cried for two days as Melony just held him. In between his bouts of crying, he and Melony would talk. They were very close after that, as Melony was his only friend.”

“Okay, girls, you can move Jason into the guest suite with you, just don’t keep him in there all weekend. His family would like to spend time with him, as well,” said mom.

We all sat and chatted a while longer until each of the girls started to retire for the night. Betty said her goodnight, then Mom, Dad, and Angela said goodnight. That left only Melly and me, and she came over and sat on my lap.

“So J.J., you ready to go up and ravage your ladies?” Melly asked.

“Melly, you shouldn’t be asking me about that.”

“Why not, I know about sex,” Melly responds. “I am eighteen, you know. Do the girls know who taught you how to kiss?”

“No, I have not told them my little sister used me for kissing practice.”

“Oh, J.J., relax. We didn’t do anything wrong; it was just innocent kissing,” Melly replied.

“I know, but some people would get the wrong idea,” I said.

Melly planted a wet kiss on my lips and pushed her tongue in my mouth, just touching the tip of my tongue before she withdrew.

“See, just an innocent kiss.” Melly smiled, hopped off my lap, and said, “Goodnight, big brother.”

I got up and followed her up the stairs. Melly turned right to go to her room, and I proceeded into the guest suite. I had walked a few steps into the living area when I heard, “Hey, Stud.” I turned, and there sat Heather; she was wearing a shiny black bra, shiny black panties, shiny black boots, and fishnet stockings attached to a shiny black garter.

I stood there, stunned at the vision before me, before I asked, “Where are the other girls?”

“I asked for some alone time tonight, babe, and the girls said okay,” Heather responded.

She held out her hand so I could help her up. She rose from the couch and flowed right into my arms, giving me a sloppy wet kiss.

“So Babe, you want to be the Sub or the Dom tonight?” asked Heather.

“Ahh, I don’t care, baby, whatever you want,” I responded.

“Jay honey, for future reference, if you leave the choice to me, I will almost always be the Dom. You need to be assertive when you want to dominate me. I’ve dressed for it already, though, so I want to be the Dom tonight. Follow me, slave.”

With that, Heather sashayed past me and did a provocative runway walk to her bedroom door. She got to the door and stopped; she looked back over her shoulder and said, “Don’t make me ask twice, slave.” She disappeared into the room, I picked my chin up off the floor and ran after her.

I walked into the room, and Heather was sitting on the edge of the bed. She had several objects lying on the bed around her. I recognized a large dog collar, a leather strap, a dildo, handcuffs, and then a couple of things I wasn’t sure what they were. I looked at Heather; she had a devious smile on her face, she wiggled her eyebrows and said, “I brought some toys.”

Heather reached over a grabbed something that looked shiny and leather and threw it at me.

“Put these on, slave.”

I looked at what she had tossed me, and it was crotchless leather underpants. I stripped and pulled the garment on, with my cock and balls hanging out the bottom. Heather then came over and put the collar around my neck. Then she put something around my cock and balls. Finally, she placed a shiny leather hood over my head that had a hole for my mouth and nose to poke through.

“Baby, I can’t see,” I said.

“WHAT DID YOU CALL ME, SLAVE!” Heather screamed before smacking me on the ass with what I assumed was the leather strap.

“OW shit Heather,” She smacks my ass again. “OW, I…I mean Mistress, Mistress.”

“Better Slave, now, down on all fours like the dog you are.”

I dropped down on all fours, and I felt her attach what I assumed was a leash to the collar. Heather guided me around the room on all fours and came to a stop. I heard what sounded like a little giggle and whispering.

“Is someone else here, Mistress?” I asked.

“Quiet, slave, I didn’t give you permission to speak,” Heather admonished and smacked my ass with the strap.

I heard more whispering that I couldn’t understand except for ‘Are you sure.’

“Alright, slave, my lady in waiting has joined us, she’s dirty, you will clean her,” said Heather.

“Yes, mistress.”

I’m lead over to whichever girl had joined us.

“Now, slave, start with my lady’s foot.”

I began licking the foot in front of me. I mostly smelled deodorant soap, but there is a hint of another smell. I knew the scent but can’t tell if it’s on the girl, or just in the air. I lick up to the top of the first leg almost to her pussy. I’m just about to lick to the pussy.

“Stop, slave; you aren’t to lick that cunt slave. Now clean the other leg.”

“Yes, mistress.” I thought I heard more giggling and a shh, but continued as I was told.

I reached the lady’s pussy and began licking around the outside.

“Wait, slave. Lady, lay on the bed so my slave can clean you properly.”

There was some shuffling, and Heather yanked on the leash to direct me across the room to the bed. My face was moved into position, and I began cleaning the pussy before me. I started rubbing the legs of the lady, then across her belly. I had just touched her breasts when Heather grabbed my hands, pulled them behind my back, and locked them in the handcuffs.

“No, slave, you’re not using your hands to figure out who my lady in waiting is.”

Heather than smacked each of my ass cheeks with the strap again.

“Ow Heather, that hurts,” I exclaim.

“WHAT DID YOU CALL ME, SLAVE!” Heather smacks my ass twice more.

“CRAP, Sunshine, sunshine, Mistress, sunshine.”

“What are you blathering about, slave?”

“The safe-word Mistress.”

“I didn’t hear any safe-word,” Heather said as she smacked my ass again. “Now, get cleaning that cunt before I get angry.”

Heather then talked next to my ear. “It sucks when you forget the safeword, but don’t worry, babe, I’d never hurt you. I’ll bet you’ll never forget the safeword again, though.”

I return to eating the pussy and feel my balls being touched, and then I feel a vibration started. I had been mostly erect, but now I was becoming fully hard. The pussy I was licking was different; I had gone down on all the girls recently, and I knew for sure I wasn’t licking Sue. Her clit would have been a dead giveaway. The legs were to thin to be Connie’s, which just left Rachel. It just didn’t taste like Rach.

The lady began to moan as I worked my magic; the girls had been great teachers, and I could bring them off quickly with my tongue. This time was no different, and the lady started to shake and let out deep guttural moans after a few minutes as her orgasm peaked.

“Perfect, slave, my lady is very pleased. Now get on the bed and lay on your back. My lady wants to please herself on my slave’s cock.”

“Mistress, would you remove the handcuffs.”

“No, slave, but I’ll move them to the front, but you are not to touch my lady, or you will be punished.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

My hands are freed, and I grab the lady’s tits for just a moment before Heather responds.

“SLAVE, HOW DARE YOU DISOBEY ME!”

Heather grabbed me and flipped me on my stomach and swatted my ass six or seven times.

“Ow, Ow, Snowstorm, Snowstorm,” I exclaimed”

“What are you blathering about again, slave?” and she swats me twice more. “Now, are you going behave, slave.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Heather relocked the handcuffs behind my back, “Since you couldn’t behave, you have to lay on your arms, slave.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Heather roughly rolled me on my back, and I felt a mouth on my cock. My momentary touch of the lady’s tits hadn’t been enough to confirm they were Rachels, but they seemed too big.

“With the vibrator on my cock, I was harder than I think I had ever been. The blowjob I was receiving seemed too light and inexperienced for Rachel, but it still felt good. Then I heard, “That’s so fucking hot, shhh,” but the sound seemed too far to be Heather.

“Is someone else in here, Heather?”

“WHAT DID YOU CALL ME, SLAVE!” and the strap slapped across my leg.

“Mistress, Mistress, I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“It looks like you need something to keep that defiant mouth busy, now clean my cunt, slave.”

Heather sat on my face as the Lady stopped sucking me, and staddled my cock. I feel my cock enter a pussy as my tongue busied itself with Heather’s pussy. The pussy seemed way to tight, and though muffled through Heather’s thighs, I thought I heard Heather say, “Just take it slow, and push through it.”

It felt like to pussy was resisting my cock as more pressure was applied until finally, I felt myself slide in. It felt like when I took Sue and Brandi’s virginity, but none of the girls were virgins.

Heather pussy tasted normal, but it was hard to breathe, as she was keeping herself pressed against my mouth and nose. She finally lifted after what seemed like a minute, and I sucked in a deep breath before she pushed down again.

I doubled my efforts to get Heather off, as the pussy riding my cock started moving up and down my shaft faster. Heather continued to lift off my face so I could breathe every so often. Then the pussy on my cock started moving more quickly as I assumed the lady was close to her orgasm. In the building excitement, Heather seemed to forget about my air supply as she fucked my face to her orgasm.

Heather’s orgasm hit at almost the same instant as the lady riding my cock. Heather pulled off to the side, and I gasped for air, sucking in the copious amount juice Heather deposited in my mouth, into my lungs, which caused me a coughing fit.

As I finally stopped coughing and felt lips press to mine and a tongue push in and just touch my tongue before pulling away. Next, the handcuffs were removed, I felt another pair of lips on my mouth that I knew was Heather. I felt her unzip the hood; she lifted her mouth and removed the hood. I was going to lift and look around the room, but she pressed her mouth hard to mine just as I heard the door close.

“Sorry, babe, I didn’t mean to drown you on my girl cum,” said Heather.

“Where’s that strap? I’m going to beat your ass with it,” I exclaimed.

“It’s put away, babe, I didn’t hit you that hard, your ass is hardly red,” replied Heather.

“Damn, Heather, that thing hurt. What’s the damn safeword?”

Heather chuckles, “It’s snowball, babe, I bet you won’t forget it next time.”

“My ass stings, and who was in here with us?” I asked.

“Aww, poor baby, here, let me rub it, kiss it, and make it feel all better.”

Heather pushed me over on my stomach and pulled the leather shorts down. “Ow, that’s redder then I thought it would be.” She proceeded to rub my ass and planted light kisses all over.

She spent the next half hour making slow passionate love to me, and I had one of the most intense orgasms.

“See, I gave you pain, and then took it all away,” Heather said.

I just smiled, the pain is forgotten, and kissed her gently. “Don’t worry sweetie,” I grabbed a hand full of her ass and tapped my index finger on her puckered little hole. “This ass is going to get precisely what it deserves.”

“Ow, I’m looking forward to it,” Heather responded. We cuddled up together and drifted off to sleep.

I woke with just a dusk light in the window, and Sue was sucking lightly on my cock. Heather felt me stir and opened her eyes, looked at Sue for a moment, then rolled over and went back to sleep.

I reached over and pulled Sue’s back half up on the bed. She got the idea and positioned herself over me in a sixty-nine. I began licking around her labia but noticed she was already wet. So I licked open her slit and sucked her quickly enlarging clit into my mouth. She then began thrusting her clit in and out of my mouth until she came.

After calming down for a moment, Sue flipped around an slid my cock into her opening. She was still extremely tight, and it took a couple of tries before I could slip in. I thought for a minute about last night and wondered if it was Rachel, and she had just been positioned wrong. In the meantime, Sue got a steady rhythm going, but told me she didn’t think she would cum again. So don’t wait for her.

I finished in a few minutes; Sue gave me a quick but passionate kiss. She pulled on her nightshirt and left the room. I snuggled up to Heather and went back to sleep.

Connie, Rachel, and Sue came in a bit later and woke us up. Heather and I sat up for a minute, and we all gave each other a good morning kiss.

“Okay, ladies, which one of you was in here with Heather and I, last night?” I asked.

The girls all giggled, and Rachel shoves her hand under me and squeezes my ass. “How’s that ass feel this morning, baby?” The girls all giggle again as I wince a bit.

“So it was you, Rachel?” I asked.

The girls all giggle again. “It was all of them, babe,” said Heather. “They wanted to watch.”

“But who was your lady in waiting?” I asked.

“We’ll never tell,” said Connie. “Come on, Melly just came in and told us to come to breakfast.”

Heather and I get a quick shower and dressed. We walk into the kitchen, and Melly comes up behind me and smacks my ass.

“Move it along, bro,” said Melly.

Melly passed by and gave me a peck on the cheek. “Morning, bro.”

I caught a whiff of Melly’s perfume that brought back the memory of the previous night’s activities. I also notice Melly is walking funny.

“What’s wrong with your legs, Melly?” I asked.

“Oh, I don’t know, I was doing some advanced yoga this morning and probably used a muscle I had never used before,” Melly responded.

The girls all giggle, and I’m just thinking, naaaa. One of the girls must have tried on Melly’s perfume. But why would she slap my ass, she never slaps my ass.

The girls and Melly are all giving cat that ate the canary grins, and I decide to refer back to the most important rule. Never ask a question when you don’t want to know the answer.

I grabbed breakfast and went outside and sat with Mom, Dad, & Betty. The girls and Melly all sat together and are whispering and giggling like old friends.

“Melly sure seems happy this morning,” said Dad.

“Yes, she does seem happy this morning,” said Mom.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she had sex last night,” said Angela.

“Oh, that’s silly; she doesn’t even have a prospect around here,” said Mom.

I stared at the girls for a moment, and a shiver ran down my spine. The girls caught my gaze, and all gave me that Cat the ate the canary grin again.

“What’s wrong, Jason, you look like you saw a ghost son?” Mom asked.

“It’s nothing, mom. You ever have a dream that seemed a little too real?” I asked.

I look away and decide to talk to mom, “So, mom, have you spoken to all the girls yet?”

“All but Heather, but your father had a pleasant conversation with her. So I’m happy with your choices of companions… Well, not happy exactly, but mollified at least. I think you’re going to have a lot to deal with in those women. I’ll be sure to have a pleasant conversation with her all the same so that she doesn’t feel left out.”

“How’s business, dad?”

“Business is good son, how was your visit to the Palace son?”

“It was spectacular dad, I took Connie, and she loved it.”

“When do we get to meet Brandi?” asked Dad.

“I’ll invite her for Christmas, and the rest of the girls have already confirmed they would come with us for Christmas,” I responded.

We spent the rest of the morning chatting. Heather and Sue went for a jog, but Melly seemed to be bonding well with the girls.

It was about an hour later I saw Heather and Sue return. Mom grabbed both of them and asked if they would like to join her in the Sauna. The girls seemed reluctant, but my mom had a way of not taking no for an answer.


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