by J G Jerome
Josie cuddles up into my lap. I caress her flesh as I kiss her gently and make her feel loved in addition to being desired. Marissa spasms, followed shortly by Rebecca, who wraps her arms around Marissa to just hold on through the ride of her bliss wave. Audrey joins them shortly thereafter.
After they all catch their breath, Audrey and Marissa resume grinding into each other. Marissa looks at me with her eyes at half-mast. She says, “William, I have an orifice that isn’t busy, and it is all prepared for you.
Josie mutters, “Jeez! His cock sprang to attention after you said that, slut.”
Marissa says, “Rebecca could probably handle a little teasing of her rosebud, Josie. I don’t think she is all in for penetration, but you could help.”
Josie says, “I have a better idea.” She rolls forward onto her knees and waddles over Audrey’s head, pushing Rebecca forward. “Move closer to the slut, Strumpet.”
Audrey’s muffled voice rises between Josie and Rebecca. “Get up here, Josie. I want to eat Master’s seed from your sloppy wet pussy.” I reach up and pull the quick release on her wrists to free her arms.
Josie maneuvers into place and wraps her arms around Rebecca, pillowing the lithe witch on her massive mammaries.
Marissa calls, “Fuck my ass, William! Please!” I launch to my knees and maneuver behind Marissa. I see her ass is glistening in the crack and up onto her beautiful, full butt cheeks. I poke the head of my cock into her rosebud and press. Slowly her sphincter succumbs to the relentless pressure until the head of my cock pops inside Marissa. She starts shuddering.
Rebecca leans over her shoulder for a kiss as I let Marissa get accustomed to the intrusion. She breaks away suddenly and gasps. “Oh my God, Josie. What are you doing?”
Josie’s breath is a little raspy. “I double-penetrating you, Baby. Grind against the palm of my hand while I tease your little asshole with the o-o-o-ther. DAMN AUDREY! That’s right, Kitten. EAT MY PUSSY!”
Rebecca gasps as she is invaded by Josie. I tell her, “Rebecca, mark Marissa as yours. Leave a big mark on her neck, but look at me while you do it.”
I start moving slowly in and out of Marissa’s tight dark passage. I move gently at first, and eventually Marissa figures out how to time a short stroke on Audrey in between my thrusts. Rebecca’s eyes never leave mine. I suspect Marissa’s neck will be black by the time she is done. I change my hands every stroke to rotate between caressing Josie, Rebecca, Audrey and Marissa. As my pace picks up speed and intensity, my right hand lingers on Audrey’s abdomen so I can alternate between stroking her clit and Marissa’s.
Audrey goes first, but Marissa kicks off right behind her. I think Rebecca doesn’t know what to do with all the sensations, but she eventually releases Marissa’s neck and jerks like an epileptic as Josie pleasures her front and back. She eventually stops as Josie freezes. Josie moans, “Yes, Kitten! Just like that. Keep it coming. Make me cum, Audrey. Makemecum, makemecum, makemeeeeeee - YES!”
All the while Marissa is in the throes of a chain of orgasms. Her ass spasms around me and her abs spasm beneath my hand. I’m so overstimulated that my limbs are shaking, and that telltale tingling in my balls and at the base of my spine. Marissa reaches back to grab my head to pull me forward into a kiss as my pummeling of her ass gets frantic. She breaks the kiss only long enough to moan, “Fill me, husband.”
That was the last straw. I start pumping my seed into her tight asshole and pulling on her nipples. She keens, “GHEEEEEEEEEEEEE-Aah!”
We all fall forward into a pile. I’m thinking we’re read for sleep, but the ladies get it into their heads to prove the story they told Monty. So, we really do go at it. All. Night. Long. There is a little rosiness of dawn showing in the windows when we lay down about five-thirty and pass out.
There is a knock on the door about a half-hour later. Rebecca and Josie groan.
Clarice walks in and points to a spot on the floor, which enables Luis and Manuel to properly place a table. Ilara’en, Michelle, and Viktorija bring trays of boiled eggs, crusty rolls, cold cuts, cheeses, orange juice, and coffee. Luis and Manuel bring in chairs, and then everyone but Viktorija leaves. She sets out six place settings, pours coffee and sits on the edge of the bed. All of us start to sniff toward the caffeinated goodness. Viktorija sips her coffee and murmurs, “Mmmm.”
Eventually we all get up. Viktorija moves to the table to wait while we all rotate through the loo, brushing of teeth, and getting dressed. Marissa, Josie, and Audrey pull on casual clothes to travel home, and we all pack up bags.
We breakfast quickly. As we are chomping down on a quick breakfast, Viktorija says, “The Weather Girl came back with her husband last night. I’m not completely out of character yet, so please excuse me if I simper or act like a bubblehead.” Everyone gets up and hugs her or kisses her cheek.
After we all have a little breakfast and coffee. We ensure Audrey has a small passage frame to take with her. Once we are all set, Audrey, Rebecca, Viktorija, and I all collect kisses from Josie and Marissa before they leave for Prescott through the passage, dragging their bags and my weapons with them.
Rebecca and I hurriedly finish preparing for travel. I roll up the crawl-through portal, bag and stuff it through the smaller frame. I remove the smaller frame, put new patches on it and pack it in my bag.
I tell Viktorija, “Luis has my car keys, and it’s parked in Bernadette’s garage. Feel free to use it, darling.”
She smirks. “Have you figured out that you are part of our household, Lord?”
I laugh, “Well if anyone should live in the Den of Iniquity, it’s me.”
Viktorija laughs, “Den of Iniquity? Where did that come from?”
Rebecca raises her hand. “I’m afraid I gave the house that name before I knew you all, Tori.”
Viktorija hugs her. “It is rather apt as far as nicknames go, Mom.”
Rebecca tells her, “You only get to call me Mom if you’re part of the family.”
Viktorija squeezes her, “I think it’s safe to say we are family, Rebecca.” She kisses Rebecca’s lips chastely. I pick up all the bags, and we all traipse downstairs.
Our Uber arrives for the airport ride at nine o’clock. Bernadette and her staff meet us at the door. Rebecca and I each give Bernadette a bedroom-worthy kiss. Viktorija, Clarice, and Candice all get fairly chaste kisses. Everyone else comes out for hugs - even Ilara’en and the normally reserved Luis.
We arrive at the airport and get through the Clear line quickly. We get a coffee, and arrive at the gate just as the boarding announcement for Gold members is called. We have an uneventful flight, and we get to the Banks house in Raleigh at 6:30 that evening.
Allison greets us at the door. She is an almost completely different person from the last visit. She is smiling, her eyes are no longer sunken, her skin is no longer grey, and she is standing like she has energy to burn.
Allison launches out of the door and wraps me in a hug. “Good to see you.” She kisses my cheek and releases me, so I can carry the bags inside. I collect a hug from Roger after dropping the bags inside the door, while Allison accosts Rebecca. I pick up the bags, and Roger leads me to the guest room to drop them.
We all sit and catch up with each other in the family room. We have Indian food delivered, and I do an examination afterward. I do a treatment of pulling the entropy away to reveal the hot spots. There appear to be fewer of them, and they appear smaller than before. I try pushing the combined energy into the tumors, but they grow like crazy. I pull it all back out immediately and return to sucking the life out of the hot spots. Once the brightness is dimmed, I push a small bit of entropy back into the nearly destroyed tumors.
We get back to a routine of three daily treatments, short walks, and three tonics every day.
We get up early each morning, have a light workout, and Allie’s first treatment of the day. Roger and I work through the morning while Rebecca studies for her GED and driving exam. She prepares a hearty lunch with a
little assistance from Allie. We eat lunch and work some more, breaking in the mid-afternoon for Allie’s second treatment. After work, Rebecca and I train on combat tactics. We have a light dinner while we visit with Allison and Roger. We give Allie another treatment about eight o’clock, and then we all go to bed. Rebecca and I call the wives. After our visit we meditate for 30 minutes prior to bed working on getting to know our energy better. Following our meditations, Rebecca and I make love.
Throughout the week, I experimented with the various energies at my disposal to better understand what I can do with it. I tried repeatedly to combine the growth and entropy in my hands and push into my well. It always fought back. After a couple of days, I decided to try to merge them inside my well. That worked! The downside was, I could feel it sucking heat from my body, so I could only do a little bit at a time. I continued to do a little bit at a time, and over time I felt all three types of energy in my well - growth, entropy, and the combined version.
I tried pulling some of the ‘combined’ energy out of my well, just not all of it. That worked, too. I tried to push it back in. It resisted some, but it does seem to be drawn to the combined energy in my well. Eventually, I stopped pushing and tried to ‘invite’ it in. It just slurped in.
Weird, right?
Today is Friday. We have been planning a combined family dinner with Josie, Marissa, and Audrey. Audrey drove to Prescott Thursday night after her volleyball match. Allison and Roger are convinced the ladies are flying in via airplane. At about five o’clock in the evening, I call Josie before pulling out a small-frame passage.
I tack it on the wall with the Command Hook pads. Josie passes a bag containing the crawl-through passage. I attach the Command Hooks and hang the passage from them. Josie, Audrey, and Marissa each crawl through the passage. We have a lovely dinner together. We explain more about our unusual family, magic, and how Josie devised the passages. Roger and Allie share a large number of ‘oos’ and ‘ahs’, and Roger asks incessant questions trying to understand the mechanics of how magic works - especially thaumaturgy. Allie walks the razor’s edge by having a small glass of wine. We finish the evening with another treatment for Allison. The ladies pile onto the queen-sized bed. We keep our playing relatively quiet, mostly focused on cuddling, kisses, and caresses.
30
Shooting with Monty
It’s seven in the morning on Saturday, and the alarm just went off. We’re in a pile on top of the queen bed, and I’m on the bottom. Fortunately, one of the ladies shuts off my alarm.
We all get moving with an enduring post-coital glow from last night. We quickly get dressed, plus Rebecca and I pack up our bags. We arrive in the kitchen to find Allison directing Audrey, Josie, and Marissa on where to find things. We have a light breakfast before Marissa, Audrey, and Josie collect hugs and kisses before crawling back to Arizona via the passage. Rebecca rolls it up and passes it through the small frame. Once she’s done I take down the small frame and gift it to Allie and Roger. We finish collecting hugs just as the car arrives to take us to the airport. Rebecca and I fly back to Phoenix, arriving at two-thirty. It’s three-thirty by the time we get to Bernadette’s house, and it is four o’clock by the time Marissa, Josie, and Audrey join us in the parlor after coming through the crawl-through passage to our standard suite at Bernadette’s.
From the amount of groping that goes on when they arrive, you would think we haven’t seen each other for days rather than hours. I credit that to the ambiance created by Bernadette and Viktorija’s ‘bordello style’ design of the suite. Eventually we give it a rest. Clarice knocks on the door about five-thirty to have the boys bring in a table and chairs again. She tells us Bernadette has another dinner party and a show tonight as Ilara’en and Rosa each wheel in a cart. One is topped by a big ice bucket with beer, wine, and water bottles and glassware underneath. On the bottom is a stack of tableware. The other cart has three covered platters, a bread basket, and a soup tureen.
Rosa and the boys leave, while Clarice supervises Ilara’en’s efforts to set the table. I serve all my lady-wives wine or beer while they work. I discover that Clarice is staying for dinner and that Ilara’en will be standing by for service. I know that Bernadette let’s Clarice drink in the house, so I offer each of them a drink, too. I move a chair to the table for Ilara’en. She’s a little reticent, but Clarice nods her permission. We visit and relax.
Marissa has a potentially profitable sale coming up with Wickenburg’s community hospital, and a tricky customer service issue at the North Country Healthcare Clinic in Ash Fork. Josie says she has been focusing on her GED - not discussing the passages in front of Ilara’en. Audrey is getting her senior project ready; she needs to have it approved by the end of this term. Essentially it’s a robotic prosthesis prototype. Ilara’en is getting settled. She says it’s different than anything she’s experienced before. She says she feels more like a servant than ever before, but she is also getting better treatment than she has ever received before. Clarice shares that she will have completed all of the credits she needs to graduate high school by December. She doesn’t have a plan for what comes next, but will probably go to a community college to work on compulsory classes until she decides.
We have dinner, and Ilara’en wheels the carts into the corridor. We hug the two girls and thank them profusely for spoiling us. We go to bed early to have a little loving before going to sleep early.
The next morning we wake at five-thirty. Someone turns off the alarm, and I slowly sit up to find Bernadette reclining on the fainting couch, or chaise, across the room. Her forest green robe is open and Viktorija is sprawled across her lap with a throw covering her from the middle of her back to her feet.
Bernadette blows me a kiss. I do the whole catch, press to your heart, and blow one back thing. Yeah, it’s cheesy, but it felt right.
We slowly slide out of the bed and rotate to the loo. We do our morning hygiene and dress in jeans, long sleeved t-shirts, and light jackets. The ladies pack their bags, and I ensure we have our passage frames packed.
Bernadette slides out from under Viktorija at some point. I close my bag and look around to find her standing in front of me. She opens her arms toward my neck, so I step into her and wrap her in a tight hug. She must have had a tough night because she doesn’t even kiss me. She just holds on as I pull her close to me, her weight pretty much hanging from my shoulders. I kiss her forehead and scalp gently while I caress her back. Eventually she stands up.
She murmurs, “Thank you, Love. I really needed that. I’m well fed, but just feel emotionally barren. Tori wasn’t able to pull me from my funk, so she suggested we join you and your ladies. She referred to you all as ‘our other family.’ It sounded like a good idea.”
“I’m glad you did,” I tell her as Rebecca slides up behind Bernadette to hug her.
Rebecca tells us, “Bernadette, you are family. We are here for you, sweetheart.” She kisses Bernadette’s cheek.
Each of my ladies rotates in to reassure Bernadette with hugs and chaste kisses.
I tell her, “You’re welcome to come with us, Bernadette. It won’t be restful, but we will spend some quality time together shooting holes in poor innocent targets.”
Marissa holds onto Bernadette and says, “It can be quite cathartic, love.”
Bernadette kisses her lips chastely. “Not this time, my loves. I do spend some time at the range periodically just to keep my skills serviceable. All of my staff do. Maybe we can make it a dual-family event at some point in the future.”
Marissa giggles, “It will be like the Brady Bunch.” Bernadette smirks in response.
I kiss Bernadette one last time to the succubus standard of chaste and caress her cheek as I step away to grab my bags. Bernadette leads us down the stairs, buttoning a couple of buttons as she glides down the stairs.
Clarice and Ilara’en meet us at the door with to-go cups, two thermoses of coffee, and ham, egg, and cheese breakfast sandwiches in wax paper for each
of us - plus a spare for Monty.
Chantelle is apparently on valet duty because she is standing next to the door of my vehicle. She opens the hatch for our bags and kisses me warmly. She whispers in my ear, “Thank you for caring for our Mistress. She is so good to us, but sometimes we can’t ease her pain. Thank you.” I hug her again and close the doors of the CRV for my ladies before mounting up. I see Chantelle and Clarice hugging Bernadette in the doorway as I pull out. I wave out the window and point the vehicle towards the range.
We arrive at the Ben Avery range off Carefree highway and meet Monty at the entrance. He has a cart beside him that is loaded with a variety of weapons and ammo cases.
We eat breakfast quickly as Monty gives us an orientation to the range’s facilities. We are going to start at the ‘rifle silhouette range,’ then we will progress to the main shooting facility to work with pistols and shotguns.
After we finish eating, Monty walks us through a detailed safety briefing before orienting us to the weapons. He keeps everyone around one lane, and hands out hearing protection and safety glasses to each of us.
We start with the heavier 7.62mm rifles in the prone position. Monty teaches how to use the sight on each weapon before he has the ladies rotate through them shooting at the 100m targets. Rebecca asked to try a longer range target, so Monty coaches her on how to adjust the sight picture. She puts three rounds into the 200m.
Rebecca asks, “Farther?” Monty again coaches her on changing the aim point for the new range. Rachel puts two out of three rounds in the center of the forehead at 300m.
I try each of the 7.62mm rifles prone shooting at 100m, 200m, 300m, and 400m before I try them standing. I only hit two at 300m and one at 400m. Monty says they are both good weapons, and I like them both. Adjustable sights might help accuracy, especially over 200m, but I think either would work for our needs. Josie tries the semi-automatic model standing at 100m and hits two of three. Rebecca tries it standing, but loses control of it; her rounds spray around the target. I think it’s a strength issue.
