Early on the last day

For long minutes Charlotte worked her way up Tanith's thighs, kissing and sucking, until she reached the vee of her vulva, the proud flesh of her blossom testifying to its well-loved, well-birthed life. She lowered her head and stretched her arms forward under Tanith's thighs, like a swimmer. With lips and tongue foremost, she swam up Tanith's warm, sweet mother river, worshipping the place where things come together beneath the red silk forest of her bush.

Finally Tanith pleaded, "Oh, finish me, finish me, Shar!"

Charlotte sucked in Tanith's clitoris and nibbled lightly. Tanith kicked out her legs and rolled her hips and launched herself into her climax. Charlotte held on and wiggled her tongue over Tanith's clitoris as she bucked, moaned, and cried out her orgasm.

When Tanith lay at rest, Charlotte turned her head to pillow her ear against Tanith's red-haired mound. Tanith stroked Charlotte's hair absently for a minute.

"Ah, what you've done to me," Tanith said. "I'm going back to sleep. Run along now, the house must be waking. But send your Leo up in an hour. Young men always fantasize about fucking a woman awake, and this way it'll do some good."

Charlotte rose and Tanith rolled to her side. Charlotte made to draw the sheet over her, but Tanith waved her away. "No, I want to present my best face for your Prince Charming," she said, patting her exposed rump.

Charlotte drew her nightdress about her and descended the stairs. She ran into Tanith's son Hector going up, his penis bouncing under his nightshirt.

"Hi Mama Shar," Hector said. "Is mom up?"

"No, she wants another hour of sleep, then I'll send Leo up for her," Charlotte said.

"Someone delivered this big gift basket of fruit and stuff and everybody's up, but, you know..." Hector said.

Charlotte laughed. "Oh," she said. "Let me go down and get things started, then. Is it addressed to your mother?"

"It's actually addressed to you," Hector said.

"Very well, then," Charlotte said. She took Hector by the hand and descended the rest of the way.

Around the corner, in the large living room, now almost bare except for the big carpet covering the floor, the rest of the family was gathered. In the center was a wicker basket as big as a laundry hamper full of all sorts of ripe fruit and tasty delicacies. Charlotte could sense the energy in the room, could see it as Hector's penis erected to match the other men. She could see a knee or a hip quiver here and there.

All eyes turned to Charlotte as senior woman present. They looked to her to see if the food would be shared, and for permission to salve the tension over sharing the delicacies by releasing it sexually.

"Oh, don't worry, everyone," Charlotte said, "We'll share it all out. Honestly, people," she looked at them with her hands on her hips. There were a few laughs. "All right now, Ben, Leo, Hector," she directed some of the boys. "Sheets and towels, bring 'em out and spread 'em around. Hannibal, the olive oil. I'm sure at least one of you rascals is going to want it. Ezbet, the picnic dishes. Peter, Michael -- bring out the water ewers."

In a very few minutes, the members of the household scurried about to make the living room comfortable for and safe from the orgy that as a rule, preceded the sharing out of special bounties such as Charlotte's gift basket.

Charlotte tossed aside her nightdress and stood over the basket, straddling it a little uncomfortably. She spread her arms. "All right, everyone, lay on your hands," she said.

Any other remnants of clothing were discarded.

Shasta and pregnant Sahara, the women who would accompany Tanith, put their hands on Charlotte's right hand. Her son Leo took her left hand. Tanith's consort Peter touched her left shoulder, and Michael touched her right shoulder. Ezbet, the woman junior to Charlotte, touched Charlotte's right hip. Her son Ben touched Charlotte's right buttock. Tanith's boys, Hannibal, Hector, and Marcus, approached from the front. Hannibal cupped her left breast, Hector cupped her right breast, and Marcus covered her navel. With the whole household tightly packed around her, their bodies rubbed and pressed against one another.

Charlotte raised her voice. "Blessings on our house, that has received this bounty of food. Blessings on our family, who will share. Blessings on the Goddess and her gift of sex, which brings all people together in greater harmony. Let your Pleasures bless yourself, our family, and the Goddess. Now let us share Pleasure as we shall share food. Io Evohe!"

Charlotte was bowled over as the members of her family rushed to caress and embrace one another. The basket of food spilled onto the floor, forgotten for the moment.

Charlotte wondered whether to try organizing people, just indulge herself, or let the orgy proceed without meddling.