El Rancho del Corazón
24 Harem
“EVERYBODY IS HERE!” Rose said to our gathered clan. “Well, not everybody. Geoff and Robyn are still on their road trip with Kevin. They are having a great time and we got a call this morning saying they are in San Francisco and plan to be in Pullman in two weeks, in time for Kevin to start at Washington State. But they are with us in spirit. All the rest of the Clan of the Heart is here tonight. And we especially welcome and thank Bea Clinton and Ruth McCall for cooking for us this week, tending to our boo-boos, and offering hugs to every single one of us. And welcome to El Rancho del Corazón for the coming week, Bonnie Owens. Thank you for bringing Pam to us.”
We all applauded and made complimentary comments about the food. I leaned back and found I was settling my head back between Sora’s firm breasts. I definitely wanted to spend some more time in this position. She and Whitney still had one week of camp to go.
“We are so close!” Rose went on. “All the construction except the kitchen countertops and the appliances are finished. And hanging all the lights that were delivered yesterday!” The studio lighting had been delivered and now occupied stall five until we could have a certified electrician come out and hang them this week. The building inspector had been very interested in that part of our project. I could tell he was fudging some of the restrictions a little to consider our remodel completely residential and not commercial. He was a good guy to work with and Arnie Thornton explained it all in terms of the educational value of our project. Everything was up to code, so it had been passed.
“We’re actually having a dinner party and demonstration of the new kitchen next Saturday, thanks to Hannah’s great work getting the show produced. While this party has guests related to the show, we promise there will be a feast for the whole clan on Sunday.” Everyone applauded. “Families change and grow,” Rose continued. “Tonight, we have the opportunity to welcome the first new addition to our clan since we signed the charter. Doug?” Doug, Rhiannon, Doreen, and Sandy came up to the fire.
“I don’t think any of us expected this,” Doug started. “Rhiannon and Doreen and I thought we were all that would ever be until we start having children. But this hippie chick started visiting us while we were living out here and wormed her way into our hearts. We’d like to welcome our hearthmate and compañera, Sandy, to the Clan of the Heart and to Casa del Aqua.” Doug called George and Theresa up as well. “We’re initiating a classification that is probably only going to be valid for a year or so until all the younger members of the clan have decided what they want to do in the long term. We’ve talked with George and Theresa and Carl, Brenda, and Louise have talked with Lexi, Judy, Monte, and Ross. Lionel, Lamar, Sugar, and Renee have talked to Rich and Susan as well. We don’t want to lose you guys as members of our casas. But we understand that you are all together a couple hundred miles away from us for the next two years. So, we’re going to call you all auxiliary members of our casas. You are still always welcome to be with us, but we aren’t trying to make you into something you aren’t ready for. Things will change around and you might all find boyfriends and girlfriends that you want to bring into the clan like we found Sandy. Until that time, please continue to wear the belts of your casa colors if you are comfortable doing so. We love you.”
“I mentioned hearing from Geoff and Robyn this morning. I’m happy to announce that Kevin has also accepted our invitation to join the clan and the three of them will return in the spring to be with us,” Rose said. “We’ve treated Kevin like a member of the clan since prom last spring and we’re happy he’s decided to join. Now, let’s just relax and enjoy our fire. Welcome to all of the Clan of the Heart. Welcome to El Rancho del Corazón!”
We all clapped and then hung out just talking and watching the fire burn.
I was talking to Sandy, Rhiannon, and Doug with Doreen hanging onto my back like she wanted a piggyback ride. I glanced around and didn’t see my female hearthmates anywhere. Josh was talking to Carl and Lionel.
“Where’d everybody go?” I asked.
“What? Am I nobody?” Doreen asked rubbing up and down my back.
“You know better than that, Dor,” I laughed. I twisted around so I could get her in my arms and kiss her. “You guys are going to have a house-mom tonight. Is that going to cramp your style a little?”
“No more than having George in the house. We try not to tease him too much,” Rhiannon said.
“That’s good,” I said, distractedly. “Well, I should let you go make her welcome and head to my own casa as well.”
“Oh no. Not yet,” Sandy said. She glanced at Doug and he grinned. “You haven’t really given me a welcome to the clan kiss yet. May I kiss you, Brian?”
“Sure Sandy. Just…” I didn’t get any restrictions out. Sandy latched on and wasn’t stopping until she’d given my tonsils a thorough exam with her tongue. She made damned sure I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra, too.
“I give you explicit permission to touch me above my waist inside my gi so you can verify that I’m truly in the house uniform,” she whispered as she went back to kissing. What could I do? I verified that she had nothing on under her gi.
“That’s not really a requirement, you know,” I said when she finally gave me a chance to catch my breath. She ground against my cock.
“It isn’t? Rhiannon said…”
“Shh!” Rhiannon hushed her. “Everyone needs at least one inspirational kiss from the Patrón. I just said that none of us wear a bra when we’re in our gis. I didn’t say you couldn’t.”
“You little witch,” Sandy giggled. “You also said that calling him Patrón made you wet. Now I want to find out exactly how wet. Doug, can we go do an examination? I think she tricked me.” Doug wrapped an arm around the two girls and turned toward the bunkhouse.
“Good luck,” I said.
“It’s you that’s going to need good luck,” Doug laughed. I turned to head for the barn and Doreen wrapped me in her arms again.
“Uh… Doreen, I’m not sure this is the best time for this. We were planning a little celebration in our new bedroom.”
“I know. But you have to wait until you are summoned. I can’t let you just go barge in on all those girls. You might catch them while they are dressing. Or not. In the meantime, kiss me again. We want to make sure this thing poking me in the belly stays good and hard,” she said. Oh fuck! I was pretty sure there was a dark stain spreading on the front of my red gi where she was rubbing.
“My turn, cousin,” a new voice said. Doreen let me go.
“Gotta go do a wet check,” she giggled, and scampered off to the bunkhouse. That left me facing Renee.
“Hi, Renee. I’ve hardly had a chance to talk to you all summer. How are you?”
“I’m fine, but I’m in need of a kiss. Actually, I’m in need of some making out. Are you available?”
“Um… I guess I’m not allowed to go home yet, so sure. Are you okay?” I asked. We settled into one of the lawn chairs and she crawled into my lap. Everything seemed fine over where Lionel, Lamar, and Josh were entertaining most of the younger girls. I noted that Carl, Louise, and Brenda had disappeared.
“Don’t worry. Everything is fine. You know, I don’t actually live at the apartment with Lionel, Lamar, and Sugar. Not all the time. I have my own room at the sorority. Now kiss me. Please?” Renee said. I kissed her. Thoroughly. In fact, I got lost in her kisses. Renee. Quite possibly the best kisser I’d ever touched lips with. And I don’t think I’d learned everything she had to teach yet. She pulled my hand inside her gi and I fondled those beautiful soft breasts. The last time I’d touched them like this was the night before her high school graduation three years ago.
“It’s time,” Lexi said from beside me.
“It sure is,” Judy said from the other side.
“Time for what?” I stupidly asked.
“Time for you and Josh to go to bed,” Renee said. “We’ve occupied you long enough out here.” She leaned in and kissed my ear before she whispered, “I think we have unfinished business. And you are no longer under-age. Skin to skin genital contact is definitely on the table.” Each word she whispered sent a chill down my spine. She got off my lap and Lexi and Judy pulled me to my feet to escort me to the barn. Josh fell in beside us flanked by Nancy and Theresa. They escorted us as far as the foot of the stairs and each girl leaned in to give us a soft goodnight kiss. Then they left. Soft light came from the top of the stairs. I looked at Josh and we went up, side by side.
Holy shit!
I looked around for a camera because we had definitely just walked into a movie set. Maybe for Lawrence of Arabia or 1001 Arabian Nights. Josh and I stopped at the head of the stairs and just looked. They’d draped gauzy curtains in multiple colors all over the room and spread out some throw rugs. There was a table with a water pitcher and glasses. Another one had grapes and some other fruit on it. In the middle of it all, they’d managed to stack the mattresses together like a tiered wedding cake. I guessed that would help to keep anyone from falling out on the floor.
The girls were spread around the setting in little tableaus as if we’d just entered the harem tent. Jennifer and Courtney were lounging against the foot of the bed, kissing. Near them, Hannah lay with her head on Samantha’s stomach. Nikki stood beside the fruit bowl, pressing a grape between Liz’s lips. Sora was brushing Sarah’s hair while Sarah brushed Cassie’s. In the center of the top tier of mattresses, Rose leaned back against Whitney, who fanned her with some peacock feathers.
Oh yes. I didn’t mention the fact that they were all naked. Not necessarily completely naked. They just didn’t have any clothes on. They must have bought out some fabric store because that gauzy material kind of draped down over and under them. There were plenty of bits exposed, and even those that weren’t, were. I could see Elaine’s hand in both the setting and the tableau. In fact, it was Elaine and Mary who mimicked runway models with the slinky way they walked across the floor to Josh and me.
“You are over-dressed,” Elaine whispered to me as she untied my belt. My gi and then my pants fell to the floor. Mary stripped Josh as easily and led him over to lie down with his head in Cassie’s lap. Mary reclined gracefully against Jennifer’s back.
Elaine led me to the bed.
“We had to reach an agreement about who would be the first to make love in our new home,” Elaine said. “It didn’t take long. Only one name was nominated. The vote was unanimous. Our Patrón and Matrón were selected. But we agreed also that we all wanted to be with you—loving you.” I glanced toward Hannah and she smiled, rubbing her cheek against Samantha’s bare pussy. Josh nodded. Elaine crawled onto the bed with me and sandwiched me against Rose who simply lifted her lips and kissed me.
We’d made love with other members of the casa around us on numerous occasions. This seemed like something more. As I kissed Rose and fondled her, I occasionally encountered another hand and I felt hands on my back, head, hips, and even a gentle foot rub.
“Are you okay with this, my darling?” I whispered in Rose’s ear.
“It’s important,” she whispered back. “To all of us.” She sniffed a little and I caught a tear running from her eye. “Brian,” she continued, “we’re here. Our entire casa. Here, together, in our own home. You did it, my love. You made it possible for all of us. I love you. We love you. Make love to me.”
I was lost in a sea of bliss as Rose and I joined together and gently made love with all our hearthmates touching us. When I was fully inside her, Rose and I both looked around us at the people who meant most to us in the world. I knew it wasn’t me that made it happen. It was all of us working together. Every one of us with tears in our eyes as Rose and I moved against each other. It was a symbolic act.
Symbolic, hell. I was buried to my balls in Rose’s pussy and we were making love. After my first survey of my hearthmates, my senses lost touch with everything but the exquisite feelings of my lover and what must have been a thousand hands and fingers caressing us.
I kissed Rose. I held her tightly to me as we lay side by side, matching each other’s movements, feeling the pulse of the room in unison with us. Loving.
Being loved.
Our climax was merely the first wave on the shore and each crest thereafter rose higher. I felt like I could stay hard and keep coming in Rose all night. The more we made love, the more I was aware of others around us also reaching their climaxes.
Clan of the Heart. Casa del Fuego. Hearthmates. Compañera. Novia. Cónyuge.
We were home.
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