Singular Muck

I was super-happy I knew German and could help, I was concerned for them. They were happy, too, for that matter.

What ensued was a free-for-all of idea exchange, with me translating badly. Dahlia both was and wasn't okay with having the women live there, and wanted to safeguard her husband.

She said, they'd never had kids because she couldn't, but she'd always wanted to. He'd been in a car accident, and she'd cared for him for years, thanklessly, and the idea of finally having kids in the house filled her with joy but also worry because the kids, the toddlers, might hurt him by playing in the wrong place or throwing something, and he didn't heal quickly.

I think I managed to translate well.

Despite our common German-language skills - we were both barely functional - I knew they really needed a better way to communicate. It turned out they weren't Russian, they were from Minsk, so they were Belorussian and hated the Russians, who they said had done bad things (I didn't know what that meant, but presumed it was government-related badness related to the war in Ukraine).

The women had been relocated via a container cargo ship, given phones on arrival, and the phones gave them directions.

I had to get back to my apartment, dinner was about to be served, so I begged off and Dahlia gave me 8 plates and some bowls, formal dinnerware all, which she never really used, and I promised to help them out if I could as a favor-to-be-named-later.

I got home and explained over a beautiful dinner what had happened over there, and suggested that we as a group go over in the next few days to say thank you.

Sitting around on the floor and my stupid couch, we ate together, our best meal in a long time, I think.

There were fifteen of them.

They had talked while I was gone.

Mary took the lead and spoke for the group. "We have some questions for you, mostly about your family? We'd all, I think we all, want to know about your parents, like, what was school like for you, your job, that kind of thing?

I couldn't tell them about my job, except in general terms that I was writing software for some government servers.

This put me into a long speech about myself, and that was kind of hard because I at the time was a lot more shy, but they wanted to know details so I told what I could.

The fact that I'd earned 3 bachelor's degrees and had done some master's work in 3 years was surprising, I think, but they understood getting free tuition from a professor-parent. One of the girls tried to catch me with a trick question about Schopenhauer, but I laughed and had fun with it, asking back if she meant this or that or the other thing.

She had to agree that I did actually know.

Pat, the one with the guitar, asked me some music theory stuff that I knew from piano playing, but I liked jazz more and I mostly knew about Art Tatum and Oscar Peterson but not much about Schubert.

At the end, it was nearly 9 pm, and I got the feeling everyone's butts were tired, so we walked around the block as a group.

There were other people out and about, including in some groups, but none more than maybe four people, so our group stuck out.

We got back to the apartment and all of us came upstairs, which I knew meant our meeting wasn't done.

Mary turned it over to Kim.

Kim stood and motioned for me to stand next to her.

She said, "We decided that we would be in a wait-and-see mode for at least the first night, and that none of us would come on to you too strongly. You've seen all our test results, in the app, so you know we're all safe, and condoms are famously hard to find, as are birth control pills. So, if you have sex with any of us, it is playing with fire."

I nodded and said, "I understand."

"We talked it over, and Every single one of us wants to sleep in an actual bed, since we were all on a bus for several days. That's coveted, then, but, we can't all have it. So, you get one spot, it's a queen, so that means two other people max, probably? Okay with you?

Carefully, but smiling, I said, "I am not going to disagree with any part of that."

Her smile back at me meant we were understanding each other. "There's no ordering of people, so we picked randomly."

"Okay." I was agreeable to that, no worries.

"Rules are... Rule One: we decide what happens. Any pressure to do anything, we report the idea to the group, we as a group decide what to do. Got it?"

"Makes sense."

"Rule two, we're going to have a coordinator job, a kind of guardian of timelines. They will figure things out, if you need to talk over something, you talk it over with them. Otherwise, we figure you'll just tell one of us and the others won't know. So, everybody talks to the coordinator, they figure it out, give info back out. Okay with you? We have to have this be super-open, or... wow, it's gonna be complicated anyway."

Of course, I nodded, "Sure."

She went on, "Rule Three, we are not signing up to be lesbians. Don't ask us to do stuff. If we tell you, or if we feel like it, we'll decide. You don't get to order us around like we're all your little whores who do pornstar fake-Ooo-ahh crap."

I laughed, but the mood in the room was serious, so I straightened up. "Right. Uh... Of course! I can't order you around, any more than vice versa, so, that's fine..."

Thinking about it, I realized this was wrong.

"One... thing that I have to add, though, and it's probably good to get it out here, totally honest time? That... It's, like, a fact about me, that...You won't, in ANY way, offend me, if you're doing sexy stuff with each other. I won't assume I'm included, either, but I would like to? I guess... I think it's super-super sexy, to watch a girl get pleasured, like real pleasure."

Some of them nodded, but also some had tilted heads, like they wanted to hear more, so I continued, "I guess, I've never had any... times where I'm one of three? But, if, or, maybe when that happens now, I think it'll be really sexy for me, and I hope I can help... everyone have a good time. Gotta say, it's pretty big in my fantasies as a scenario? So... Sorry if that's too much info, but, I want to be totally honest. I heard you, you're saying, don't demand it, and I won't. I'm replying, sure, I won't demand it, but I would enjoy it if it happened."

Then nodded and looked around at each other, and I figured if something was going to happen, it would happen later and spontaneously. Still, I was happy I could say what I thought, at least that much.

Kim picked it up again, like it was resolved, and I was off the hook at least a little. "Lastly, we ask you to not talk about private life stuff, your or ours, with other people. Or, take pictures, or go on social media with it, or whatever. And, please don't ask us to do that? It'd be like a super-duper invasion of privacy, I think we all agree, and with all the odd stuff, we don't want... You know. What people are going to say. You... saw the looks tonight."

It was true. We'd seen some people walking near us staring.

She finished, "That's it."

I digested that, then replied, "No problem with any of that - but... I'm not superman? Or, any kind of porn-star dude? I'm pretty sure I'm not going to be able to keep all of you happy, but... I'll try."

Kim said, "Organizer? Coordinator?"

Candy had been leaning against a wall, relaxed, kinda, but she jumped up. "Oh, yeah, that's me! Candy!" She grinned at having forgotten what she was called, "Right. We already did random spots for the first cycle-thru, that's maybe a week-ish?" She looked at the others around the room, "SooOOOOooo, maybe we'll put up a schedule board so everyone knows what's going on? Great!"

Candy was really, really upbeat. She also might have been operating on zero sleep over many days, which was an undertone of conversation. I understood that. Sometimes I'd get over-involved in a bedtime-novel and realize it was morning already.

People started standing up; it was time to go to sleep and they had no beds.

We went in and pulled the mattress off the bed, and put the box springs out in the living room, but they weren't much more comfortable than the mattress, I thought.

Half the girls went downstairs to the other apartment and ferried up the boxes from there.

Tina was chosen at random to be 'chief cook' for the next few days since she'd worked in a dorm cafeteria and knew how to put large meals together. She wanted all the stuff in one place, and asserted (entirely aside from being told to) that it was more easily guarded together.

I brushed my teeth and headed to bed, which had been pushed up against the corner to help whoever was on the edge to not fall off, even if it was only a small drop to the floor.

My normal going-to-bed attire was just underwear, or sometimes not even that, but Mary and Tina were waiting by the bed. As I came over, Tina walked behind me and shut the door, then turned out the light. I had a tiny blue night-light I'd kept in the kitchen that was now in the bedroom, so someone wanted to see things.

Tina asked, "So, door's closed, we can start the sex party." She laughed, but it wasn't a real happy laugh, it was more the nervous laugh of being put in an odd situation and trying to point out how odd it was.

I tried to acknowledge the oddness and said, "I usually sleep naked and have several sheep in the room, but, hey, whatever."

They laughed at that, so I added, "And... who plays the contessa? I don't fit in the latex."

We kept laughing, but their faces showed being worried, so I said, "I've done this like 6 times ever, so if you want expertise, I'm sorry..."

"Ohhhh, no, no problem!" They both started in with assurances that things would be fine.

As soon as we were all in and almost under the covers, Tina sat up and pulled off her shirt. Mary sat up, too, watching this, and pulled her shirt off as well. I couldn't see horribly well, but I could see boobs, and wondered what was going to happen next.

Mary said, raising the ante for Tina, I think, "Kevin, let's just ditch the clothes, and get some sleep? I haven't slept next to a guy in... a year, maybe. Before this whole thing started."

I asked, "How old are you?"

She said, "Nineteen, just turned. I had a boyfriend during my senior year in high school - after I turned 18, so my parents and I negotiated - and they were cool with him sleeping over anytime I wanted him to. Josh. I miss him."

Tina seemed to want to one-up Mary for comedic effect, and said, "Well _I_ did a vacation cruise with our Faaaaah-mily, and my parents' friends' Faaah-mily, and the guy was super hot and we opened the door between our rooms and had lots of time to do, oh, You Know What!"

We were laughing as we settled down, but I was tired. "Uh... Tina? Mary?"

They looked at me, expecting something. "I just want to sleep, I think, maybe, mostly? I'm okay with... anything, but... don't want to impose..."

Mary looked at me, back at Tina, and got an attitude with me. "You, are not involved. And, that underwear isn't necessary. Tina?"

"Agreed."

I just said, "Okay?"

They stared at each other and were silent for a full minute.

Meanwhile, I pushed down the covers and pulled off my underwear, then tossed it over Kim to the floor by the side of the bed.

Kim, looking at me and Mary, did the same, almost at the same time as Mary.

I lay backward, pulling up the blanket and head on my pillow, they squared off over me, looking at each other and me, and I could tell there was some kind of competition, but at the same time, I had a feeling they didn't know what to do next.

I thought, 'Anything could happen.'

This seemed so funny to me, so I put on a pro-wrestling announcer's voice. "INNNNN this Coe-Naaah, we have Kim, a southpaw with a rockin' bod and immense communications skills! Ahhhhhhhd in this coorrrrnaaarrrr, it's Maaaaryyyyy!, A rightie with her own bod-to-launch-a-thousand ships and brain to match! Who will win!? What are the stakes? Does either one know if we have any ketchup left? Showdown is Cominggggggg!!!"

They both looked at me and burst out laughing.

"You didn't say you were funny."

Kim said, "I'm not a leftie."

I shrugged, "You're naked. I can do one thing - either obsess over boobs, or think cogently. My skills alternate between the two."

Mary said, somewhat as a serious question, "I suppose you think you're getting lucky tonight."

Kim left the question open.

I paused long enough to make it clear I was answering with due consideration, "Last night, I slept alone. The night before, and before, and so on back before your grandmother was born, before the mountains met the sea, I slept alone." I half laughed, "No, but, really, you're making it sound like I'm expecting something. Really it's just hoping, maybe, skin touch, that's nice, skin and soft and warm and happy and sleep. I have a group-chat-call tomorrow morning, for work. I'd like to keep my job, so I need to do that. That means, sleep, at least MOST of the time."

Kim asked, "What, no blowjob?"

We laughed.

I considered that and shrugged, "Put it that way, hey, I'm open."

She matter-of-factly pulled the blankets down to the end of the bed. It was cool in the room, but somehow that didn't matter as much. Her hand touched my chest.

I asked, "Did Candy say which of you is 'first', or is it just 'both'?"

Mary said, "I'm first."

Turning my body slightly towards her, I said, "Can I kiss you? Maybe, we can all snuggle first?"

This comment seemed to change her mind, and they pulled the covers up again and laid down next to me. We hugged and got warmer. I turned on my side as Mary was on her back, one of my legs over hers and my arm across her chest below her boobs; Kim snuggled up behind me, spooning me and giving me beautiful skin-touch on my back.

Mary's turn towards me and kissing session turned into a chance to do light groping, because, well, BOOBS; you know. I found her nipples responded to being played around with (going bigger and pointy), and her hand found similar things below my waist.

Kim's kissing the back of my neck got me kind of steamy, too, and I had to say thank you for that.

Mary broke our kiss and said, "Kim."

"Yeah?"

"If we don't bed him, like, do something, we're going to hear from all the other girls tomorrow and the next day about how they did, and we'll be out of chances for the next, like, 2 weeks or something."

Kim's voice sounded like she was considering things. "You're... thinking of...?"

"Just considering."

"If you're not going to, can... I have a..."

"Still considering."

I am not stupid. I did not interrupt.

Mary asked me, "I knew my boyfriend's patterns? He was pretty fast to, uh... cum, so, I'd have to have a plan... Granted, he was younger than you, but... How long since you last came?"

"Uh... two days? I handle myself fairly often, I guess, if I can say that? I guess I shouldn't be embarrassed. Before your group arrived, this town was utterly devoid of girls my age. At least, ones that have their teeth and aren't _really_ into their meth dealer."

I shouldn't be digging on Edville, but it was kind of a GT-Law / DC-area dig against WV that I did a lot despite knowing I shouldn't.

Mary ignored the dig and continued, "Right. So, you might have a hair trigger? If we do it, you're going to come in like 30 seconds, right?"

"Dunno. Been a long time since... maybe 2 years? Close to three."

"You've been 2 YEARS without sex?"

"Dry spell. Like I said, Edville has a lack of eligible women. Or, it did."

"Way different now, present company included."

"I'll say!"

Mary looked at Kim. "BJ first. Then I'll take first dibs."

She must have gotten the affirmative because right about then Mary leaned down, pulled down the covers, and started kissing her way down my chest, my abdomen, around the front of my hips... and the, shifting it carefully, up over my already-full-mast cock, covering, and down over it.

Well then!

Her head bobbed, and I leaned back with a giant smile.

Kim was laying on her side, watching, her breasts uncovered but not displayed, exactly.

"Kim? Can I suck on one of your boobs?"

She shrugged and shifted over, but as she did I pulled her head down to kiss her, gently.

As we broke, I whispered, "Thank you for being here, for... being honest with me, and... obviously, this is complicated..."

"Yeah. Lie back and get your blowjob."

I did, and as much as her tone was dismissive, her kiss hadn't been.

She moved her chest up to near my face and dangled a boob into my mouth. They were medium-sized, B-cup, thick-feeling, and I figured I'd best nuzzle a little before licking.

The feeling of sucking on a boob while getting a blowjob? Very Very Nice!

Mary's mouth twirled and sucked in ways I'd completely forgotten, my last girlfriend had been so long ago, and a grasp at the base of my cock I could feel started to pump me. I wasn't going to last long, and my whimpers probably gave me away.

Kim held me down by the shoulders as my convulsions came, pumping up, but Mary kept her mouth over me and held on tight as a shuddered fast and twitched my way past a groaning spurt-fest.

Between my own gasps, I heard her moan also, more of a yummy-sound and participation in the event, and maybe a big of effort in trying to control my hips' movements.

I slowed down, then, and eventually relaxed, spent, sighing and just living in the moment of fireworks-echoes.

Kim pulled up, at Mary's insistence, and I could see enough to tell that Mary's face had an expression of surprised delight.

The motion pulled both of them away from being over me, and suddenly Mary motioned with a come-here hand gesture, almost, hey, check this out, her lips and tongue making motions.

In some sort of motion that seemed to surprise Kim, Mary pulled her just the right way over my chest to kiss her, full on the lips, like she was going to kiss a flavor to her, but it ended up much more in-depth than it started.

Kim's startled "Hrmmfnfff!" quickly turned into an appreciative, "Hmmmm?" This further, maybe ten seconds later, was an appreciative yummy "MMmm!!"

Mary looked at me, then, breaking their kiss, and said, "You have... the, most, funky, interesting, amazing, fabulous tasting cum! I've never... this is so cool..."

Kim's sounds echoed the yummy sounds, too, but said, "It tastes the same initially, sort of? But, then, after a moment, my throat gets warm and I get all warm and fuzzy."

My mind registered the words, but I didn't catch their import at that moment, mostly I was just in the happy-happy-joy-joy of having just come and my body was kind of floating.

Kim pushed back and dipped her head down and over my cock, picking it up and pushing her face down on it, but not getting very far.

Mary spoke up, watching this. "Kim, you should practice that. If you angle it right, your ear to his belly? It goes right down. You have to tense your stomach and do it so you don't hurl... get used to it."

Kim pulled off and sat up, then said in a kind of dreamy voice, "I will get used to it."

Her voice sounded so dreamy, Mary looked at me and I looked at her. Kim's voice had that, being-hypnotized sound to it and I smiled at Mary in a screwed-up face like she's being funny, so I'll be funny.

I said, joking at being a magician or dracula with wavy fingers, "Kimmmmm! Yooooou will walk aroooooound the apartment, naked moooooooost of the day tomorrow, juuuuuuust because you feel like it."

Mary laughed at me saying this, but quietly and looking between her and me.

Kim repeated what I'd said in the same dreamy voice, but without the silly sounding vowels.

Mary said, "But, you won't remember Kevin saying that, it will just be your idea. If you understand, say, yes, master."

Kim said to Mary, "Yes, Master."