My Family, Friends, and Sex – Chapter 22

  • Posted on January 1, 2018 at 9:04 am

By Purple Les

We’d all at some point freshened up in the bathroom. Mom had made a pot of herbal tea, and some snacks. We were still nude, just drinking tea and chatting and munching, sitting or standing around in the kitchen. I was having fun. I liked being with the grownups.

All of us followed Mom back out to the living room, and she got the fire going again. Mrs Tran, Jean, and Aunt Billie were all sitting together on the couch. Jean and Mrs Tran were drinking tea. Sandie sat on the floor with her back against the couch, between Mrs Tran’s and Jean’s legs. Sandie’s legs were stretched out straight. I sat curled up next to her on the floor. I was against the couch also, next to Aunt Billie’s legs. I had my arms wrapped around Sandie’s arm hugging it. I was resting my head against her upper arm near her shoulder.

Mom sat in the easy chair after she’d got the fire blazing. The room was very warm. You could almost forget it was freezing cold outside.

“That happened to you while you were in the Marines, then?” asked Jean. “Sorry, I know I shouldn’t bring it up.”

“It’s okay,” Sandie answered, in a soft voice.

Her dark brown eyes, staring at the fire, looked moist. “I was doing my third tour in Afghanistan. Our assignment that day was to escort a journalist and her photographer. We were all suited up. I was in the middle Humvee with them. It was very routine.

“We saw some of our planes fly past us overhead. Figured we had extra coverage because of the journalist. The planes doubled back. We saw the Humvee in front of us go up in an explosion.”

The room was very quiet. I held Sandie’s arm tighter. Her voice was still soft and slow, but sounded a little shaky. “Then the one behind us went up too.”

I could see the flames from the wood stove reflecting in Sandie’s eyes, and it was almost as if I could see her memory.

“Next thing I knew I was dragging the journalist out of the Humvee, dragging her clear. It all happened so fast, like a weird dream.” Sandie gave a little laugh, “No, more like a crazy nightmare. I can’t remember anything else about it. I woke up in Germany. I’d been out of it for a month.”

“Was it the Taliban?” Aunt Billie asked.

“Turned out it was friendly fire,” Sandie answered, after a moment.

“It doesn’t sound very friendly,” I said.

Sandie kissed the top of my head. I looked at her tummy and side. In this light I could see some small long white lines. They were scars too, but nothing like the one on her back. You barely saw these.

“Anyway,” Sandie said,” I still have ten toes and ten fingers, all of them still attached to the proper limbs. I can walk and talk. It could’ve been worse. As it was, the doctors had to remove a kidney, fourteen feet of my intestine, a quarter of my stomach, and half of one of my lungs. They removed one of my ribs. They added some metal to my spine. But, here I am, having the happiest night of my life.”

We were all quiet for a little while, just looking at the fire. Jean and Mrs Tran had finished their tea, so I took their empty mugs to the kitchen. When I came back in, I leaned against the wall and looked at all of them.

I guess Jean was the oldest. She had sort of a large middle but she wasn’t fat. Her boobs were smallish and hung down. Her nipples were very nice, I thought, and I liked her hairy pussy.

Mom was younger than Jean, but older than the other women there. I hoped I would look like Mom when I grew up… her nice long dark hair, her soft boobs, her big nipples. She has a great figure. I like the dark hair over her pussy. I like her ass. She has real nice legs too.

Aunt Billie was younger than Mom. She has small boobies, but they have a nice shape. Her nipples aren’t big, but they look real nice. She is trim, and looks like an athlete. I love her bare pussy. It’s hard for me to stop looking at it.

I know when Mary grows up she will look just like her mother, Mrs Tran, curvy and fit with nice perky boobs and big brown nipples. I like Mrs Tran’s pussy also, the black triangle of hair, and her large bare pussy lips.

Sandie looked almost like a little girl sitting on the floor. But no little girl had nice boobs like hers. Or a patch of dark pubes that were not very thick or long.

I was staring at her nipples.

“Are you daydreaming, angel?” Mom asked me.

“A penny for your thoughts,” said Aunt Billie.

“I was just thinking how pretty you all are. And how I like seeing you all naked together like this.”

“Aw, thanks,” said Mrs Tran. “Carol, what a nice daughter you have.” I saw Mom smile. All the women were looking me up and down again.

“I was also thinking, um, I’ve licked all your pussies before. But I never licked Sandie’s. Sandie, would you please let me lick you?”

“You mean lick my pussy?”

“Yeah, I’d like to. Please, may I?”

Sandie looked up at my Mom who smiled at her and nodded her head.

I walked over and got on my knees in front of Sandie. I kissed her on the mouth while I touched her nipples. Then Jean and Mrs Tran pulled Sandie up onto the couch between them, her ass on the edge of the cushion, her legs being spread by the other two women. Aunt Billie moved over to the side of the couch and started to play with herself. Mom was rubbing her pussy as she watched from the easy chair.

Mrs Tran and Jean were both kissing Sandie. I put my hands on Sandie’s thighs and looked at her pussy. “I’m glad you didn’t lose your pussy. It’s so pretty.” I looked up after I said that. Jean and Mrs Tran were sucking on Sandie’s tits. Sandie was looking down at me.

I moved my face closer in to the pussy in front of me and said, “I like how your lips look. I know you’re enjoying this ‘cause I can see how wet you are.” I put my index finger on her pussy lips and ran it around them. I could see inside her pussy, and stuck my finger in real slow.

Mrs Tran and Jean each put a leg over Sandie’s thighs to keep her from wiggling away from me. Sandie said, “This is so good. I love you all. Do whatever you want, Katy. I’m in heaven.”

I pulled my finger out, looked up at Sandie and sucked my finger clean. I said, “I really like how you taste.”

Mom and Aunt Billie were on the floor now on either side of me. They were watching and playing with themselves.

I moved my face closer to Sandie’s pussy and said, “I have to really taste it now. I can’t wait anymore.”

I started to run my tongue lightly around her pussy lips, but then I stopped and looked up at her face again. “If you have to come,” I said, “just go ahead. I don’t mind if you come on my face or in my mouth.”

Then I looked at her pussy again and blew lightly on it. Sandie shivered. I licked her pussy lips some more, then I started on her clit. Her clit seemed small compared to the other grownups I’d seen. But it was pretty.

It was a good thing Mrs Tran and Jean were holding her, ‘cause she really jumped when I touched her clit with my tongue. Her pussy honey was coming out fast. She was trying to move around but the women on the couch held her tight while they watched me.

Then Sandie said to no one, “Fucking shit! So good! I can’t stand it! So good! Oh fuck, Carol! Having your nine-year-old daughter eat me out. Holy fuck! I… I’m… oh, fuck! I’m coming!”

Somehow I knew when to lick softer and harder, and I wanted to see how long I could make her come on my face. I stuck a finger back in her while I licked her clit. I sensed at some point she was done. I gave a few last licks as I took my finger out.

Sandie was sweaty, her head tilted back looking at the ceiling with her mouth half open. Mrs Tran and Jean were cuddling her.

I had to pee and went to the bathroom. I washed up and brushed my teeth while I was in there. I came back to the living room. The three women on the couch were watching Mom and Aunt Billie making out. I sat on the couch and watched too.

Mom and Aunt Billie broke their embrace and Aunt Billie said, “Anyone have anything they want to try or talk about?”

After a moment Jean said, “I always wanted to try a daisy chain.”

I laughed at that. Sometimes me and Mary would make daisy chains and wear them on our heads in the summer. I asked, “Where would you get daisies or any flowers in the middle of winter?”

Now some of the grownups laughed.

Jean said, “It’s not like that. It means you all get in a circle and lick each other’s pussies at the same time. I’d like to try it right now. You know, not till we all come or anything. I just want to do it for a few minutes to satisfy my curiosity.”

The other women looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders and pretty much said, “Yeah, okay.” – “Sure why not?” – “I’ll try anything twice.”

I asked if I could just watch, and they all said that was fine. I curled up on the couch with my hand between my legs. Jean lay on the floor and the rest of them tried to figure out where and how to lay. After some rearranging and some laughing, they were in a loose circle. Each of them had their mouths on someone’s pussy. I watched them do that for a few minutes. Then they sort of slowly broke it off.

Jean said, “Ow, I can’t lay like this any longer.”

“Yeah! You gotta be a contortionist to do this,” added Mrs Tran.

The others agreed, but said they were glad they’d tried it. They all stood up and started kissing and touching each other. Then they began to pair off, sort of, and I dozed off.

When I woke up, Mrs Tran was doing a sixty-nine with Jean. Sandie and my Mom were eating Aunt Billie. I watched as long as I could, but fell back to sleep. When I woke again, it was dark and quiet. I was on the couch wrapped in a blanket.

I went to the bathroom. After I peed, I was washing my hands and saw three big lipstick marks on my face. Aunt Billie, Jean, and Mrs Tran were the only ones wearing makeup. I guess maybe they’d kissed me goodbye at some point. I tried to remember saying goodbye to anyone but couldn’t. I walked to the kitchen for some water. I looked out the window at the driveway, and only Aunt Billie’s car was still there.

I went back to the couch and wrapped myself up in the blanket and fell asleep again. I woke up with the sun in my eyes. I stretched and yawned. I lay there. I looked around. The coffee table was back where it belonged. The room smelled fresh. Not like pussy cum and wood smoke anymore. Not that I minded that smell. Then I got up to go pee. I took a shower. I saw the shirt of Mom’s I’d had on the night before, and put that on with my bunny slippers. I had some juice and toast. I wondered how long Mom and Aunt Billie would sleep.

I read my book for a little while, then went in the kitchen to make coffee for Mom and Aunt Billie. For some reason the smell of it would always wake them up. It was almost done brewing when I heard a little tap-tap at the side door.

It was Sandie. She was in her uniform and had the police car, not her little pickup truck. I let her in and told her Mom and Aunt Billie were still asleep. She had brought donuts, and we each had one. I gave her coffee to go with hers and we chatted. I asked her how she’d ended up in our town.

She told me about how she’d been stationed in Virginia after she came back from Germany. How she got an honorable discharge. She didn’t want to go back home to New Mexico. She said she didn’t want to see any place hot and sandy for a long time. She bought her little pickup truck with an enclosed back, and drove up the east coast. Then she headed west. She told me she would just camp along the way. Maybe stay at a cheap motel once a week or so for a treat.

When she got to our little town, she was almost out of money, and wondered what she would do next. She was having pie and coffee in our little diner when Sheriff Johnson came in.

He’d asked her if she was a Marine. Said he could always tell, ‘cause he’d been one too. They talked a long time. He offered her the deputy sheriff job, and she took it.

“So here I am. After last night, I know this is home for good,” Sandie said, as she finished her coffee. “Thank you for last night.”

I told her I really had fun.

“Say ‘Hi’ to your Mom and Billie, for me. I have to get to work.” She kissed my head, and I hugged her. Then she put her coat on and left.

Mom and Aunt Billie had coffee and donuts when they got up. I told them how Sandie had brought the donuts over. We had a quiet day. Aunt Billie left after supper.

I read my book, and Mom napped. When I went back to school on Monday, it was just the kids that belonged there. All the other kids had gone back to their own schools. That was okay, except I wished I could have got to know the girl with the hijab better. By Wednesday, it was like none of that had ever happened. Everyone who’d been out sick was back. Also on Wednesday morning Mary had her brand new eyeglasses. They looked really nice on her.

I had a lot of extra time being grounded. I mean it’s funny how much time TV and the internet takes up. One of my extra chores was to clean up the basement. Man, there were all these old paint cans and other stuff that I threw out, and that made a lot of room. I also found an old record player and a box of records. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, I understand. I didn’t know what they were either till I dragged them upstairs and Mom told me they were her mother’s.

Mom explained what they were and how they worked. We were going to listen to them, but Mom said the needle was broken.

I also finally got the puzzle box open. Inside, just like Mary had said, were six thumb drives. I wondered if I should try watch them now that we had a computer that could play them. I decided I’d better ask Mary. Besides, I was still grounded.

Oh, the other thing that happened were the dreams. Almost every morning before I woke up, I would have a sex dream. I guess that’s not so weird. The weird part was that every dream had my teacher, Mrs. Collins, in it. In my dreams, she was always the one who would make me come. It was freaky ‘cause I didn’t really think of her like that. But now those dreams were sort of making me think that way.

I asked Mom about it and she said, “Dreams are just dreams. Don’t get dreams and real life mixed up.”

I told her I wouldn’t.

Continue on to Chapter 23

3 Comments on My Family, Friends, and Sex – Chapter 22

  1. sue says:

    Nice chapter. It’s become for me a real story, with hot sex.

  2. Nonny says:

    I miss this series. Hope a new chapter is coming soon!

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