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I did not write this story.  I am reposting it in order to encourage others 
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63: "The Last Convention" [1982] [tt4/3]

Although we didn't realize it at the time, the last convention we would
attend was in the summer of 1982. Janie was about four months'
pregnant. She wasn't really showing much yet, but she was still
suffering from morning sickness. But she didn't want to be a "wet
blanket", and quite gamely accompanied us to the convention.

When we arrived at the hotel, we checked into our room, and Janie
went in to lie down for a while. I went down to the convention
registration desk and picked up our identification, and looked over the
program. Candy and Judy seemed to vanish.

As I was scanning through the schedule, a familiar scent--Jungle
Gardenia--wafted through the air. I looked up, and grinning at me was
Alicia.

"Hello, Stud," she grinned at me, and held her arms wide. I slipped into
her hug, and held her close for a long moment.

"So what's new?" she asked.

"Well, did you hear that we're expecting?"

She patted my belly. "So when's it due?"

I laughed, and told her about Janie's pregnancy, and our marriage, and
how Judy and Candy were staying on. We chit-chatted a while,
standing there in the lobby, until I looked at my watch. "I'd better
check on Janie," I said.

"Mind if I go with you?" She took my arm, and we headed for the
elevator.

We opened the door to the room, and stepped inside. "Janie?" I called.

"I'm here."

We stepped around the corner, and Janie sat up. "Alicia! I'm glad to
see you!"

Alicia sat on the edge of the bed and hugged Janie. "Are you all right?"
Alicia asked.

"I'm feeling better now. Just a little nauseous."

Alicia stroked Janie's forehead, then kissed it. "You're not hot. It's just
a part of pregnancy."

I sat at the foot of the bed, and took one of Janie's bare feet in my
hands, massaging her toes, while she talked with Alicia. Janie piled up
some pillows behind her, and leaned back against them. Alicia's fingers
began roaming, first stroking Janie's belly, and worked slowly up to her
breast, gently stroking her nipple through her blouse, as they talked.

I switched feet, and as I started to massage Janie's other foot, Janie
reached up and cupped Alicia's chin in her hand. She tugged Alicia
toward her, and Alicia followed through, kissing Janie's lips softly, then
with more passion.

Alicia sat up slowly, then grabbed the hem of her black tee-shirt, and
tugged it over her head. Her small breasts jiggled slightly, the pink
circles around her nipples crinkled as her nipples erected. She bent back
to the kiss with Janie, and Janie's one hand moved over Alicia's
nipples, and she fumbled with her blouse buttons with the other.

Alicia reached into Janie's opening blouse, and cupped one firm breast
in her hand, squeezing the pert nipple between her fingers.

Janie's hips wiggled, and I pushed her skirt up her legs. I reached up
under her skirt and took hold of her white cotton panties and tugged
them down and off her legs. She pulled her knees up as I crawled up
over the foot of the bed between her legs and applied my tongue to the
top of her furry slit. Her clit was warm to the touch of my tongue, and I
tasted the start of her flow of honey.

I slipped a finger inside her pussy, and she moaned with pleasure. Alicia
sat back, and helped Janie take off her blouse, then leaned forward,
taking Janie's nipple between her lips.

I pushed the tip of my finger against Janie's g-spot, and she started to
quiver, squeezing my head between her thighs. She tilted her pelvis
forward, pressing against my mouth and hand. Alicia switched her
attentions to the other breast.

Janie gasped, and softly said, "Oh, my..."

She squeezed my finger inside her, as a rush of orgasm swept through
her. She lay there quivering, as Alicia moved up to kiss her lips, and
Janie held me between her thighs.

As her contractions slowed, she released her hold. I slid out from
between Janie's thighs, and Janie clamped her legs together.

Alicia stood up and looked at me, a sweet smile on her face. Her hands
fell to the waistband of her jeans, her long hair falling over her small
breasts. She hooked her thumbs in her pants, and she stood there
looking at me.

"Well," she said, "are you going to get undressed, or what?"

I glanced at Janie, who grinned up at me. I stood up and pulled off my
shirt and trousers. I stood there in my undershorts.

"Is that a Louisville Slugger in your pants, or are you just happy to see
me?" Alicia grinned. She unfastened the buttons on the fly of her jeans,
and in one motion, pushed them and her panties down over her hips
and stepped out of them.

Now naked, she stepped over to me, and reached down into my
undershorts, wrapping her fingers around my penis.

"I think you're happy to see me," she grinned, kissing my lips lightly. I
took hold of her shoulders, and pulled her closer, and kissed her mouth,
our tongues sliding past each other. She wrapped both arms around me,
grinding her hips into mine, rubbing my cock between our bodies.

She broke the kiss, and stepped back to the edge of the bed, pulling me
with her. Janie moved over as Alicia sat down, then lay back beside
Janie. I pulled off my undershorts, and climbed onto the bed between
Alicia's legs. She lifted her knees, and I dove into her trimmed fur-
patch.

As I ran my tongue around Alicia's labia, Janie sat up and leaned over
Alicia, caressing her small breasts with her fingers. Alicia's pussy lips
spread open, puffing up under my touch, like a flower blossoming. The
sweet musky scent of her pussy blended with the sweet gardenia
perfume she wore. My tongue found its way deep into her, then back
past her pisshole to her prominent clit, then back again to the depths of
her pussy. I heard Alicia moan, stifled a bit by the kiss Janie was
pressing against her lips.

I slipped a finger, then two, into Alicia's wet pussy. She wiggled her
hips as I slid the fingers around inside her, stroking her clit with my
tongue. She started bucking her pelvis into my mouth and hand, and
Janie sat back, just stroking Alicia's nipples with both hands.

"Oh god," Alicia gasped, "I'm almost there... oh! OH!"

Alicia's legs clamped my head between them, and she sat partway up as
the orgasm rushed over her. She collapsed back onto the bed, releasing
her hold on my head.

I sat back on the bed, as Alicia turned toward Janie, and the two
women embraced. I saw Janie whisper in Alicia's ear, and both women
looked up at me. They smiled, then sat up and crawled over toward me.

Before I knew it, they had me on my back in the center of the bed.
Alicia crouched between my legs, and leaning forward, took my cock
inside her mouth, rubbing the head with her tongue.

Janie sat on my chest, her backside toward my head. Alicia sat back,
and Janie leaned forward taking her place. As Janie's mouth worked up
and down my cock, Alicia cupped my balls in her hand. Then Janie sat
back, and let Alicia have a turn again.

My balls were about to explode! When Alicia felt them tighten in her
hand, she reached her other hand up and touched Janie, who bent
forward, and their lips met over the head of my cock.

I came, and the first spurt of semen flowed into the hungry mouths of
two beautiful women. They took turns after that, each spurt alternating
into their pursed lips. When I stopped coming, the two women kissed,
and I could see them passing my come between them. As I watched,
they swallowed, and kissed again, before they crawled up my body to
drape themselves on each side of me.

As we rested, we heard the hotel room door open, then close.

Judy rounded the corner, and exclaimed, "Alicia! I thought I smelled
gardenias!"

64: "Three's Company, but More's an Orgy" [1982] [tt4/4]

Picking up where we left off last time...

Judy stepped over to the bed and sat down on the edge. Alicia rolled
over as Judy bent down to kiss her on the lips. Alicia broke the kiss and
said, softly, "Well, are you going to join us?"

Judy stood up and pulled off her blouse, revealing her unfettered
breasts. She unbuttoned her skirt, and it dropped to the floor. She
wasn't wearing any panties under the skirt.

"No," Judy grinned, "I'm not joining you. I'm stealing you away." She
took Alicia's hand and pulled her over toward the other bed. Alicia slid
off the bed to her feet.

Alicia giggled as the two of them fell into the other bed. Janie raised
her head to watch as Judy and Alicia explored each other's bodies with
their fingers.

We watched as Judy moved into a sixty-nine position over Alicia's slim
body, and heard them whimper and moan in pleasure.

Janie slid over on top of me, and kissed my lips tenderly.

"Are you feeling better?" I whispered.

"Yes, thanks," she smiled. She pushed her shoulders back, lifting her
head. She lifted one eyebrow. "Wanna fuck?"

I chuckled. Janie wiggled her hips until she had maneuvered the tip of
my cock to the entrance of her sweet pussy. Then she pushed back, and
my sword slid into her sheath.

She sat up, pushing herself back on my cock, until I was fully inside
her, and she was sitting on my hips. I couldn't help but admire her
body; her breasts were becoming even more full now that she was
pregnant; the nipples taut and erect. With my eyes accustomed to her
normal shape, I could see--even if noone else noticed--the small bulge
in her abdomen. Her pubic patch was dark, and I could just make out
her pink labia stretched around my cock.

My eyes drifted back up her lovely body to her smiling face. She leaned
forward, and whispered, "What are you looking at?"

"You're so beautiful," I whispered back. "What do you expect I'm
looking at?"

"Flattery will get you everywhere," she grinned. She sat back, her legs
under her, and she began a slow up and down movement, sliding about
halfway up my shaft then back down, and a little circle at the bottom of
the stroke, rubbing her clit against my pubic bone.

The sounds of slurping and moaning were increasing from the other
bed, as I reached up and took hold of Janie's shoulders, pulling her
down close to me. She straightened her legs, and we rolled over.

Janie wrapped her legs around my ass, and I continued the slow
strokes, and she tilted her pelvis with each stroke, rubbing her clit
against my cock as I moved it in and out of her pussy.

She was breathing heavier now, blowing in my ear, gasping almost
words... "Yeah... oh... umm.... yes.... ahhh.... umm...." then a hum,
"UmmmmmUmmmmmUmmmmmNnnnnnnUmmmmmm..."

She squeezed her legs hard around my ass, stopping my movement, as
she started to orgasm, her pussy clamping down on my cock, as she
took a sharp breath through her teeth. Her mouth sought mine, and as
we kissed, my cock erupted inside her, our contractions a pattern of
syncopation.

There were orgasms in the other bed, too, from the sounds of things. I
heard Judy's familiar sound of passion, and Alicia's less-familiar, but
still recognizable moaning. From the corner of my eye, I saw Judy roll
off of Alicia's body, and the two women lay on their sides, Alicia's ass
pointed in our direction.

I rolled Janie and me over to our sides, and we cuddled together on the
bed, Janie catching her breath, pressing her head to my chest, my arms
around her.

We didn't hear the door in the height of our passion. Candy's voice
came as a complete surprise.

"Don't you guys use the rubber bands any more?"

I looked up. Candy was standing at the foot of our bed, her hands on
her hips. Behind her I saw Irv, a fellow that we had known for years
from the conventions. He was a little flushed; I wondered how long
they had been watching us.

Candy tried to sound angry, but the smile on her face gave her away.

Alicia and Judy got up from the other bed, as Candy took Irv by the
hand and led him over to the far side. She started to undress him. Alicia
slid into the bed behind me, and Judy walked around to the far side and
slid in behind Janie.

Janie was pressed close to the front of my body, Alicia plastered
against my back. Judy pulled a sheet over us, and put her arms around
both Janie and me. I was buried in warm female flesh, and quite frankly,
I loved it. Our arms and legs tangled together, and we lay there in the
afterglow of our passion, listening to the slurping and moaning from the
other bed.

Candy realized she was playing for a 'radio' audience, and became
more vocal.

"Eat me, Irv!" she stage-whispered, "Yeah, lick my clit! Ooooohh!
Ummmmmm!" She panted. "Yeah! Ahhh!" I heard the bed vibrate, and
I knew she was coming. "Aaaahhhh! Oooooooh!"

I heard her panting, and there was movement on the bed. "Put it in me
from the back, Irv. Put your dick in me. Fuck me! Fuck me!"

She panted and "ooooh"-ed, and I heard Irv grunt as he climaxed.
More movement as they rolled over and cuddled on the bed. I heard
Candy whisper something to Irv--a real whisper this time--and Candy
giggled.

"Tom," Janie whispered into my chest, "You're poking me."

I reached down and adjusted my penis so that it wasn't poking into
Janie's abdomen, and she pressed her hips tighter against me, slipping
one leg between and around mine. I heard Alicia give a soft snore
behind me, as I drifted into a soft, satisfied sleep.

When I awoke in the morning, I found Janie "spooned" in front of me,
and Alicia "spooned" behind me. I raised my head and looked over at
the other bed. Judy had joined Irv and Candy sometime late last night. I
settled back into the pillow, my nose in Janie's hair, breathing her sweet
smell, mixed with Alicia's Jungle Gardenia perfume.

There was movement behind me as Alicia awoke. I felt her hand run
down my side, then back up again, then back to my hip. Her hand slid
forward, toward my penis, which was about half-erect. She wrapped
her fingers around it and squeezed gently. She raised her head and
breathed in my ear, "Morning, Stud."

I leaned backward into her. Janie rolled sleepily over on her belly and
looked at me through half-closed eyes, and smiled. Then she drifted
back into sleep.

Gently, I turned over to face Alicia, who still had a grip on my now-full
erection.

"You always wake up hard?" she whispered.

"Sometimes," I grinned. "Depends on the company."

She kissed me, and I returned the kiss, our tongues meeting, and
passing back and forth between us. My fingers found her small breasts,
the nipples erect. She moaned softly, and broke the kiss.

"I want you inside me, Tom," she whispered.

I slid over her, and she wrapped her legs around mine, her feet just
behind my knees. My cock slid easily into her hot pussy, and she
gripped me with her vaginal muscles.

"Just stay there... that's nice," she breathed.

We kissed, my cock buried hilt deep in her pussy, our tongues doing all
the moving. I felt her vaginal muscles squeezing my cock rhythmically,
then she started moving her pelvis, tilting it forward and backward
slowly, stroking my cock against her clit. As we kissed, her breathing
deepened until she broke the kiss and breathed in my ear, "ahgod... I'm
going to ... ahh! ahh!"

Her body shook under me, and she held me tighter, her fingers gripping
my back, her nails like talons. My ejaculation came in a rush, almost
like turning on a faucet rather than the jerky spurts that I usually
experienced.

We held each other tightly, then rolled over to our sides, my back
towards Janie, my wilting cock still held tightly by Alicia's pussy. Janie
cuddled up to my back, her arm draped over Alicia and me.

There was movement in the other bed. I looked up, and Judy was
sitting on the edge of the bed, facing us. She caught my eye, and
applauded silently. She roused Irv and Candy, and whispered to them.
They got up quietly and went into the bathroom. I heard the shower
start. I closed my eyes, savoring the presence of the two lovely women
who shared my bed.

65: "Stop and Smell the Flowers" [1982] [tt4/5]

A movement at my back woke me. I became aware that Janie had
gotten up. I heard sounds in the bathroom. I looked over to the other
bed, and it was empty. Judy, Candy and Irv must have left.

I slid away from Alicia with a light kiss to her forehead. She smiled
with her eyes closed. As I slid out of bed, Alicia rolled over to her
stomach.

I went to the bathroom door. Janie was leaning against the sink. I
stepped up behind her, and held her shoulders. "Are you all right?" I
asked.

"I'll be ok." She turned on the water in the sink and splashed some on
her face. She turned around toward me, and I held her close. "When
does this stop?"

"Soon, I think. I'm not an expert, though."

She tilted her head back, and I kissed her.

"Let's take a shower." I suggested.

"Better yet, let's take a bath," she grinned.

We filled the bathtub with warm water, and Janie stepped in. I had to
urinate, and Janie averted her eyes. There are some things she feels she
doesn't need to watch. I climbed in behind her, and she sat between my
legs, lying back against me. I put my arms around her, my hands finding
her full, apple-sized breasts. I took her nipples between my fingertips.

"Umm, Tom..." she moaned, putting her hands over mine. "They're so
sensitive, it hurts."

She turned her head, and I bent down to kiss her. I moved my hands
away from her breasts, and put them on her lower chest and belly. We
lay there in the warm water, barely moving.

Alicia came to the door. "May I intrude? I need to go potty."

"Of course," I said. "Are you shy?"

"Are you kidding?" Alicia grinned, and stepped over and sat on the
toilet. There was the sound of the flow of water. "Are you feeling all
right, Janie?"

"Better now," Janie nodded.

"Is there room in that tub for three?"

I looked. Even three VERY close friends would be too crowded to
allow water in the tub. I made the sacrifice.

"There's room for two," I said, and gently moved Janie forward, and
climbed out of the tub. "You can take my place."

Alicia handed me a towel. "I can take your space, but not your place,"
she said, grinning at me. Alicia stepped into the tub on the end opposite
Janie, so that they faced each other.

I finished toweling off, and left the bathroom. Presently, I heard some
giggling and whispering and splashing.

I started pulling on my clothes, and went to the bathroom door.
"C'mon ladies, let's go get some breakfast." The girls agreed, and
climbed out of the tub. They dried off and dressed, and we went to eat.

After breakfast, we went down to the huckster room to glance around
at the assorted merchandise for sale, and visited the art show. Alicia
and Janie held my hands as we walked through the convention area. We
saw Judy and Candy standing with Irv and Mike across the room and
waved. They waved back, but didn't move toward us.

"Can you think of something interesting we can do this afternoon?"
Alicia asked, turning toward me.

"Well, there's a Godzilla movie over in the video room."

A sly smile swept over her face. "I think you know what I mean."

"I do," Janie said, grinning. "Sometimes you've got to stop and smell
the flowers. Let's go upstairs!"

We went back to the room. The maid service had remade the beds and
replaced the bathtowels. Janie bounced up on the bed, and sat in the
center of it, her knees raised up. Her skirt rode up over her knees, and I
noted that she had omitted underwear when she had dressed this
morning.

"I'm glad it wasn't windy downstairs," I grinned at her.

"So what? Give someone a thrill," she said.

"Does wonders for me," I laughed.

Behind me, Alicia had pulled off her tee-shirt and jeans, revealing her
slim body. She reached around me, and began unbuttoning my shirt.
Janie crawled to the foot of the bed, and began to unfasten my trousers.
They fell to the floor, and Janie tugged down my undershorts, and they
dropped to the floor, too. She leaned forward, drawing my penis into
her mouth, running her tongue over the head.

Alicia pulled off my shirt, and began playing with the hair on my chest,
pressing her warm body against my back.

Janie released my cock from her mouth long enough to pull off her
blouse and skirt, and knelt on all fours on the bed, and took me into her
mouth once again. Alicia moved from behind me around to the side of
the bed, climbed up and poked her nose into Janie's open pussy from
behind.

Janie moaned and pushed back into Alicia's face. She released my cock
from her mouth as she gasped. I knelt down on the floor, and kissed
her lips. Her tongue darted out from between her lips and danced
around the roof of my mouth.

I stood up again, and Janie leaned forward and flipped over, lying on
her back. She lifted her knees, and Alicia moved forward to plunge
again into Janie's love garden. This left Alicia's ass in the air, high and
open, and I moved around behind her on the bed, and slid Little
Tommy into her open cunny.

I started a slow stroke, and Alicia matched it with a rhythm of her own,
tonguing Janie's clit, which was having its effect. I felt the bed quiver
as Janie reached orgasm. She gasped, then held Alicia's head away
from her. Alicia looked back over her shoulder at me, then crawled
forward, and flipped over to lie beside Janie. I knelt down between
Alicia's legs, and pressed my lips against her wet slit, running my
tongue along her nether lips, plunging deep into her pussy.

Alicia sighed, and I reached over with my hand, and slipped a finger
into her love-tunnel. She squeezed my finger with her vaginal muscles.
I stroked her clit gently with my thumb, as I continued to tongue
Alicia's pussy and clit.

I put my other hand up under my chin, and slipped a finger into Alicia's
pussy, pressing gently against the upper surface, until I located the
sensitive g-spot. She jumped slightly as I found it, and I pressed against
it while I fastened my lips around her clit. Sucking gently, I flicked the
tip of my tongue against her hot button.

Alicia began to quiver, and Janie sat up a bit, and leaned over Alicia's
body, running her tongue over Alicia's small breasts, around her
nipples.

Her climax came suddenly; she bucked against my mouth, whimpering,
shaking.

Janie lay back on the bed, and let her knees down, as did Alicia. They
looked exhausted, as I sat back on my haunches and licked my fingers.

After a moment, the two women looked at each other, and then at me.
The same little smirk came over both faces, as they sat up in unison.
Janie reached for my cock as Alicia pushed me backwards. Alicia
pushed her tongue deeply into my mouth, as Janie took my cock into
hers.

My fingers found Alicia's nipples, and I rolled them between my
fingertips. Janie held the head of my cock in her mouth as she stroked
the shaft of my penis with her hand. Her tongue played with the tip of
my cock, as Alicia performed a similar motion in my mouth with her
tongue.

It was too much. I began to ejaculate, and Janie stopped stroking my
cockshaft as my sperm flooded her mouth. She crawled up my body,
and when she got to Alicia's face, Alicia broke the kiss with me and
turned to kiss Janie. I sensed that Janie was sharing my semen with
Alicia, because when they broke the kiss, they rolled their tongues
around in their own mouths, tasting me before they swallowed.

They snuggled in on either side of me and sighed.

We dozed off in sweet contentment.

I awoke to see Judy and Candy standing at the foot of the bed.

"Are you guys going to sleep through the convention?" Candy asked.

"Sleep has been the last thing on our minds," Alicia said.

Candy grinned. "It's almost time for the banquet. Y'all want to go, or
shall we go without you?"

"I'm starved," Janie said, sitting up. "Let's go to the banquet, then we
can come back."

We got up and crowded into the bathroom, rinsing ourselves off, and
then dressed for the banquet. Traditionally, the banquet has been where
there are speeches and entertainment. We five shared a table with Irv
and Mike and David. It was a typical 'rubber chicken' banquet, but the
food was passable, and the programming was excellent. After the
busboys had cleared the tables, (quietly, since there were speeches
going on), the doors were opened for the rest of the con attendees to
be allowed in to hear the Guest of Honor's speech.

We stayed through the speech. Janie took my hand about half-way into
the talk, and held it in her lap. She lay her head over on my shoulder
and sighed.

"Are you ok?" I whispered.

She raised her head and smiled at me. "Just fine. Happy." She put her
head back over on my shoulder.

As the banquet broke up, Alicia said, "I'm going with Judy and Candy.
I'll see you two later." They left, and Janie and I were sitting at the
table alone.

"Would you like to take a walk?" Janie asked.

"If you like."

We went outside the hotel. There is a small city park built next to the
hotel. It was well-lighted, and a police sub-station sat on the opposite
side of the park. We strolled through the park to a series of fountains.
The fountains and pools had a series of 'stepping stones', and we
wound our way through the pools and up into an upper level, which
had an overlook to look down on the river.

There was a light breeze, which blew Janie's long hair around her face.
We turned to face each other, and I pushed her hair back on each side
of her face, cupping her head in my hands. She tilted her head back, and
I kissed her. She wrapped her arms around my waist, and held close.

There are moments when I wish I could bid time stand still. This was
one of them.

66: "The Christmas Present" [1982] [tt4/6]

We were just sitting down to dinner on Thursday evening, a week
before Christmas. Candy had prepared a dinner of meatloaf and mashed
potatoes, some other vegetables.

Janie, as the scriptures so aptly put it, was "great with child"--and on
her small frame, her pregnant state was--quite frankly--great. As in
huge.

The last few months were, to put it mildly, rough. Janie could not sleep
on her back after the sixth month; she began to get heartburn early, and
could not breathe later.

But as I was saying, we were just sitting down to dinner. I put the first
bite of meatloaf into my mouth, when Janie said softly, "Oh!"

I looked across the table. She was sitting there wide-eyed, frozen in
place, her fork halfway to her face. Then I heard water dripping on the
tiled floor.

Candy looked down under the table. "Oh my god," she said, "her
water's broken!"

Judy jumped up and dashed to the phone, to alert the hospital. I jumped
around the table and picked Janie up and carried her to the front door.

"My clothes are wet," she mumbled. "I want to change my clothes."

"I don't want to take any chances," I replied, firmly. I wrapped her coat
around her, and took her out to the car.

Candy ran out, Janie's overnight bag in hand, and climbed into the car.
Judy joined us, closing the door behind her, and she slid into the back
seat.

"They're ready for us," Judy said, and we roared off toward the
hospital.

About a mile from the hospital, there were red and blue lights in my
mirror, so I pulled over to let them by. The cop car pulled up behind us.

"Where's the fire, buddy?" the cop asked as he stepped up to my
window.

Janie screamed, and grabbed her belly.

The cop's jaw dropped. "Where you headed? Baptist East?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Follow me!" The cop dashed back to his car, pulled around in front of
us, and we roared off behind him, his lights flashing, the siren going.

"Good acting," I grinned at Janie. "We got out of that ticket."

"Who's acting?" Janie grimaced.

I pulled a little closer to the cop's tail lights.

We pulled into the emergency entrance, and they had a wheelchair
waiting. Two orderlies helped Janie into the chair, and whisked her
away. I signed some papers, and then the orderlies escorted me into a
changing room where I put on surgical scrubs. They let me into Janie's
room.

Janie was lying in a bed, a couple of nurses by her side. I took her hand
and kissed her forehead.

"She's only at about five centimenters," one of the nurses said.
"There's lots of time."

Janie looked up at them. "Could Judy and Candy come in here?"

The nurse looked at her watch. "Only until the final stages of labor.
Then only your coach."

I looked up at the doorway, where the two girls were looking in
through the window. I motioned, and they came in, timidly.

Together, we talked Janie through the early contractions. Days later--
or so it seemed--the nurses quietly asked Judy and Candy to wait
outside. The gynecologist came in, and Janie and I performed our
breathing exercises... and there was a small cry. Music.

"You have a girl," the doctor said quietly, his eyes smiling over his
mask. "Do you want to cut the cord?"

He handed me a pair of scissors, and he showed me the pair of clamps.
I cut between them, and dropped the scissors.

They took the baby to a table on the side of the room and cleaned her
up. I glanced at the clock. 1:07 a.m. December 17. I turned back to
Janie and kissed her softly, clasping her hands while she delivered the
placenta.

After a few minutes, it was all over. "A perfect little girl," a nurse said,
handing her to me.

I cradled the little thing in my arms, looking down into her face, lost in
the wonder of life.

"Tom..." Janie whispered.

I turned to her and gently placed the baby in Janie's arms. Tears were
running down my face, and Janie smiled up at me, then back to our
baby.

"We're going to take them to her room, now," a nurse said. "Would
you step outside?" I nodded.

I stumbled to the door and across the hall, where Candy and Judy were
waiting.

"It's a girl!" I said.

They jumped up and hugged me. Then Candy dashed down the hall. I
went to a bank of payphones and started calling the grandparents.

Candy returned, a pink box of cigars in her hand. "Happy Birthday,
Daddy," she grinned. I opened the box and handed her one of the
cigars.

"How did it all turn out?" A male voice behind me. I turned, and there
was the police officer who had stopped us.

"It's a girl," I said, handing him a cigar. "Thanks. Thanks a lot."

The officer rolled the cigar in his fingers. "I can't smoke this in here,"
he frowned. "But congratulations. I have three girls of my own." He
shook my hand. "You're in for some wonderful times."

"I know," I smiled. "I know."

67: "Enough is Enough" [1983] [tt3/21]

It was September again, and Labor Day weekend. If you're paying any
attention at all to my stories, you know what that means.

Yep, another birthday. That Sunday morning, I awoke alone in my bed.
That was unusual, since Jennifer had started sleeping all night (she was
almost 9 months old at that time) and I usually awoke with one or more
of my girls.

I stumbled out of bed and to the bathroom; the house was quiet. When
I finished my morning cleanup, I went down the hallway to the kitchen.

We hadn't yet changed from our habits of nudity in the house. I was
still naked as I padded into the kitchen. Nobody there. There was a pot
of coffee under the coffeemaker, and I poured myself a cup. It was
cold, so I stuck it in the microwave. While the coffee was heating, I
stepped around to Judy's room. Empty. Candy's room. Empty, too.
Jennifer's crib was empty. I pulled back the shade and looked out into
the driveway. Janie's car was gone.

Left alone on my birthday. My THIRTIETH birthday. I went back to
the kitchen, retrieved the nuked coffee from the microwave, and sat at
the kitchen table.

I guess I was feeling lonely, and sorry for myself, and as I sipped the
coffee, I ruminated over my thirtieth birthday. God, but the years
seemed to be speeding by... and I didn't hear the door open.

What brought me out of my reverie was Judy at the kitchen door.

"Well," she said, "the birthday boy's up!"

"Not very up," I smiled at her wanly.

"Let's see what we can do about that." She stepped over to me, and
squeezed into my lap, planting a warm, wet kiss on me.

My arms moved around her warm body, holding her close. After a few
moments, she broke the kiss.

"Come on," she breathed in my ear, "let's go to my room."

She slid off my lap and took me by the hand. She led me down the hall.
Blinded by her perfume and the rush of hormones to my gonads, I
didn't think about the other girls.

Judy threw off her blouse and skirt--no underwear, I noted--and we
climbed into the bed. She shoved me over on my back, and straddled
me, her furry mound over my navel, her firm, full breasts over me. I
reached up and grabbed a nipple in each hand, twisting them between
my fingertips, feeling them firming under my touch. She smiled down at
me, running her hands over my chest and grabbing my nipples, which
responded to her touch, too.

She leaned forward and kissed me again, and while she kissed me, she
slid off my belly. She kissed her way down my chest and belly, and took
my now-erect cock into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the
head of my penis, cupping my balls in one hand, and gently stroking the
shaft of my cock with the other.

I reached over to her hips, and tried to pull them over to me, but she
wiggled them away from my hands.

She worked faster on my cock, and I lay back, as I neared orgasm. She
began stroking my shaft faster, just holding her mouth over the tip of
my organ. I arched my back as I came, and she caught all of it in her
mouth. She looked up at me, smiled and licked her lips.

Without saying a word, she slid out of the bed and went to the door. I
started to get up, but as soon as Judy went out the door, Candy came
in. She was naked, and her breasts bobbed as she strode to the bed and
pushed me back into it.

Wordlessly, she took hold of my penis, and took its softening head into
her mouth. She sucked on it, drawing blood back into it, and
amazingly, it began to respond.

She tickled my scrotum with the fingers of one hand, while the other
hand diddled around my anus.

As my cock reacted to her ministrations, she began to bob her head up
and down on my cock, drawing me deeper and deeper into her mouth,
until she was deep-throating me, squeezing the head of my cock by
swallowing.

Again, as I had with Judy, I tried to move Candy's hips around closer
to my mouth, but she pulled away. She began to move more quickly,
bobbing her head over my cock, and I arched my back as I climaxed
again. Candy sucked every drop into her mouth, and as Judy had,
looked up at me, smiled and licked her lips. She crawled up my body
and held me for a moment, and breathed in my ear, "Happy birthday."

Then she slid out of the bed and glided to the door. I sat up slowly, and
watched her bare ass round the corner out the door, and in came Janie.

She, too was naked, and her little body swayed seductively as she
stepped toward the bed. She grinned as she climbed into the bed and
shoved me backwards. She bent immediately to my cock, which she
drew in between her lips. She worried its flaccid head with her tongue,
running the tip of her tongue around the flanged head, sucking gently.
Astonishingly, I could feel my cock starting to react to her.

She raised her head, and crouched between my legs, she rubbed her
apple-sized breasts with my cock, the nipples erect and pulsing. My
cock was now half-erect, and she bent back to it, sucking blood into
the head, her fingers wrapped around the base of the shaft to restrict
the flow back out of my cock, trying to get me back in operating
condition.

When she was satisfied with her work, she wiggled up and straddled
my hips, guiding my cock into her soft, warm pussy. She sat for a
moment, squeezing my cock with her vaginal muscles, then began long,
slow strokes, raising and lowering herself with her legs, bracing with
stiff arms against my chest.

I could not believe that I was on the verge of climax again; but there I
was, and my cock jerked inside her as I emptied myself into her.

"Enough is enough," I mumbled, as Janie lay forward over my body,
my deflating cock still inside her.

"Don't be a party pooper," she whispered in my ear. "That's only three
orgasms for you today. You've got twenty-seven to go."

...and she meant it.

68: "At home with the Trinity" [1985] [tt3/1]

Janie put Jennifer, our three-year-old, to bed around 9:00, her stuffed
toys all around her, then joined us in the family room in front of the
television. Judy was beside me on the couch, Candy was in the recliner.
Janie slid in beside me, and held my hand.

Judy was settled in beside me, and my arm was around her shoulder.
Since we now had a child in the house, we had abandoned our habit of
going around the house nude; Judy and Candy were "dressed" for bed;
pajama bottoms and bathrobe. Janie and I were still in our 'street
clothes'.

A commercial came up, and Janie excused herself to get ready for bed.
When she got up, Judy lay over in my lap, her bathrobe dropped open.
I moved my hands over her breasts, massaging her nipples. Candy
looked over, smiled, and moved over to the couch, taking Janie's place.

She also stroked Judy's breasts, and Judy reached up and pushed
Candy's robe open. Candy's boobs spilled out, and Judy moved up a
little, taking one long nipple between her lips.

Janie came back into the family room, dressed in just her bathrobe.

"Hey," she said, smiling, "I was only gone for a minute."

She moved around to the end of the couch, where Judy's legs dangled
over the arm of the sofa. Janie reached down between Judy's thighs,
and stroked her pubic mound through her pajama bottoms.

"Is Jen asleep?" I asked Janie.

"I just checked her. Sound asleep," Janie nodded.

Janie unfastened the snaps of Judy's pajamas, and pulled them down
over her hips, and off her legs. Judy adjusted her position, putting her
head over on Candy's arm of the couch, putting her hips over my lap.
She left one leg over the arm of the couch, and dropped the other to
the floor. Janie moved into the 'v' between Judy's legs, and stroked
Judy's slit with her fingers.

Judy moaned, and Candy switched her other nipple into Judy's mouth,
which Judy sucked hungrily.

Janie lowered her face to Judy's slit, her pink tongue darting out,
stroking Judy's clit. Janie's fingers located Judy's pussy, and plunged
deep inside.

I was still tweaking Judy's nipples, and I bent over, and took one
between my lips, nibbling on it with my teeth, tickling the tip with my
tongue.

I slipped a hand under Judy's rump, slipping my fingertips around and
under her asscheek, finding her crack, and following it with my
fingertips. I pressed a fingertip against her anus, and Judy moaned and
twisted.

She began to quiver, then an orgasm washed over her, the contractions
of her pussy shaking her body. She released Candy's nipple as she
arched her back, moaning with the pleasure.

Janie slipped under Judy's leg over the sofa arm, to sit beside us on the
sofa, Judy draped across us limply.

Judy looked up at us with sleepy eyes, and said, "I'm spent. I'm going
to bed." Then she got up, picked up her pajama bottoms, and left the
room.

Candy stood up and dropped her pajama bottoms. I stood up, and
Candy lay down across the couch, her head in Janie's lap. She lifted
one leg over the sofa arm, the other foot on the floor, in a mirror image
of Judy's former position. I dropped down between her legs.

Janie stroked her breasts, massaging her long nipples, while I ran my
fingers down her slit, separating her labia with my fingertips. A small
trace of honey drooled from her pussy, as I touched the tip of my
tongue to her hooded clit.

I slipped two fingers into her pussy, and slid my tongue under the hood
of her clit. Candy squirmed as I crooked my finger within her, stroking
the upper side of her vagina. More honey drooled out of her pussy,
coating my hand.

I stuck my pinky out straight, and it poked her anus. The honey from
her pussy had drained down her crack and had covered her asshole, and
I slipped my pinky finger into her.

Candy constricted her sphincter muscles around my finger, holding it in
her ass while my two fingers worked inside her pussy.

I rolled her clit over and over with my tongue, as Candy began to
quiver. She shook violently as the orgasm overtook her, her pussy
clamping down on my hand, her back arching, her head pushed down
into Janie's lap.

She collapsed down on the couch. With a final kiss to her pussy, I
pulled out my hand, and leaned against the couch.

Candy lay still for a moment, then finally said, "Time for bed." She got
up and retrieved her pajama bottoms, and went down the hall. But
instead of turning into her room, she opened Judy's door and went
inside.

Janie leaned over on the couch, and kissed me. "Like she said," she
smiled, "Time for bed." She got up and turned off the television. She
headed for our bedroom. I followed her down the hall, but went into
the bathroom for a quick shower.

I walked out of the bathroom naked, and dropped my clothes into the
hamper, then went into our room. Janie was waiting for me in the bed.
We cuddled a bit, then I kissed my way down her body, ending at her
sweet pussy.

I kissed her clit, separating her labia with my fingertips. Her clit moved
under my lips, expanding. I fastened my lips around it, brushing it with
my tongue. I ran my fingertips up and down her slit, and as her labia
extended, slipped my fingers into the warmth and wetness of her pussy.

She quivered, and a first orgasm shot through her. I continued the
motions, knowing that this was just the start. A few moments later,
another orgasm, more powerful, swept over her. She moaned quietly. I
started to move my head, but she held me in place. I kept tonguing her
clit, stroking her pussy with my fingers, and the third orgasm, more
powerful than the last, crashed over her body. Her entire body shook
with the contractions of her pussy, her back arching, an involuntary
gasp escaping from her lips.

She released my head, and I moved up her body, kissing her navel and
breasts then lips, as my cock slipped into her honeyhole.

"Mom-my, Dad-dy," a small voice called from the doorway.

We looked over to the doorway. "Jennifer?" Janie said, "What's
wrong?"

"The Big Bad Wolf keeps looking in the window."

I rolled off Janie, in the direction away from the door. Janie turned, her
backside toward me. "Come on, Jen. Come sleep with Mommy and
Daddy."

Jennifer climbed into the bed. Janie wrapped Jennifer's blanket, her
"huggy-bankie," around her. Jennifer nestled against Janie's chest. I
wrapped my arm around the both of them, and snuggled up to Janie in
a 'spoons' position.

My cock, which had deflated at the interruption, was nestled between
Janie's asscheeks.

As we heard Jennifer's soft snores, Janie squeezed her asscheeks. My
penis, between them, began to respond.

Softly, not to disturb Jennifer, Janie lifted her leg a bit, and I slipped 
my
cock forward, entering Janie's pussy from behind. I moved slowly,
moving just my hips, my penis moving in and out of Janie's pussy.

Janie constricted her pussy, and I came inside her. It was a 'soft'
orgasm, almost like turning on a faucet. Janie moved her leg back,
holding me in place. I settled in behind her, my arm around both Janie
and Jennifer. Janie gave a little satisfied sigh, her little girl in front 
of
her, her man behind her, inside her. I heard Janie's breath even out, and
her soft snores.

I considered again how lucky I was, before I drifted off to sleep myself.

Damn, I should play the lottery.

69: "Thunderball" [1989] [tt3/19]

The lightning flashed across the sky, followed almost immediately by a
crash of thunder. The storm was right over the house, the house almost
shuddering with the force of nature outside. The lights, which had
wavered briefly earlier, gave up, and the house was engulfed with
darkness.

Jennifer was at the school, rehearsing for a class play. Then she had
arranged to spend the night at one of her friends' homes that night. So
Janie, Candy and I had the house to ourselves for once.

(I know it seems we do this a lot, but you have to consider the fact that
I've written something like 75 stories, less than half of which take place
in the 12 years since Jennifer was born. That leaves something like
4300 other nights when Jennifer's been home, and we behave like other
families with one man who has three wives...)

Candy had been watching a videotape, and she joined Janie and me in
the family room. Judy was in the kitchen, and she too fumbled her way
in with us. We sat on the sofa, cuddled up together, looking out the
windows at the storm.

"Do you think we need to turn on a radio in case there is a tornado
alert?" Janie asked, nervously.

"I'll get one," Candy said, and got up to retrieve it.

When she returned, we turned on the local AM station that prides itself
on being the "official weather station," a 50-thousand-watt clear
channel station. Almost immediately, there was a weather report stating
that the storm was heavy in our area (we could have told them that),
but no severe weather warnings had been issued.

We breathed a little easier, and as the old saying goes, if it's inevitable,
just lie back and enjoy it. So we cuddled back together on the sofa,
looking out the windows again.

Janie decided that she was getting crushed between Judy and me, so
she slid forward, and lay across our laps. Judy slid up beside me,
closing the small gap Janie had left.

I had an arm around Judy on one side, and around Candy on the other.
They lay their heads on my shoulders, and I alternated little kisses on
the tops of their heads, until we started giggling.

Candy put her arm across Janie's chest, her fingers falling over Janie's
apple-sized breast. Judy draped her arm over Janie's leg, and her hand
fell over Janie's pubic mound. Janie lay still, with a big smile on her
face.

Judy's fingers began to crawl around over Janie's body, and Janie
began to squirm.

"Don't tickle!" Janie giggled.

Judy moved her hand to the hem of Janie's skirt, and slid under it,
raising the skirt as she moved her hand up Janie's bare leg. When she
reached Janie's crotch, Judy stroked Janie's mound through her white
cotton panties.

"Mmmmm," Janie moaned, "I like thunderstorms..."

Candy began to unbutton Janie's blouse, and unfastened her front-
opening bra. Janie's nipples were already erect, and Candy rolled them
between her fingertips.

Janie raised her hips a bit, and Judy tugged off Janie's panties, revealing
her patch of dark pubic hair. When her panties were off, Janie raised
one knee, allowing Judy to run her fingertips along the full length of
Janie's slit, which was beginning to glisten with moisture unrelated to
the rain outdoors.

Janie raised one hand to Candy's chest, rubbing her fingers over
Candy's breast, making her long nipple puff up and become visible even
through her bra and blouse. Candy removed her hand from Janie's tit
long enough to pull off her blouse and bra, and quickly moved back to
Janie's bosom.

Janie rolled over on our laps, and moved one hand between my legs,
caressing my cock through my pants. She raised her top knee, still
letting Judy stroke her pussy. Candy leaned forward, and Janie took
one of Candy's long nipples between her lips.

I took my arms from around the girls' shoulders, and my right hand
joined Judy's stroking Janie's pussy, and my left took hold of one of
Janie's nipples. Janie moaned, and I felt the first quivers of orgasm
building up inside her. I slipped two fingers into her vagina, while Judy
stroked Janie's clit. She clamped down on my fingers, and released
Candy's nipple from her mouth as she gasped "Uhhh--Ahhhh!"

Her body shook with the orgasm, and we held her close as she rolled in
the throes of her pleasure. She curled up into a fetal position after she
stopped shaking, in my lap. I held her naked body close to me as Judy
slid out from beside me and moved around in front of the sofa in front
of Candy.

Judy slid her hands up Candy's legs under her skirt. As she reached
Candy's hips, Candy slid forward, lifting her hips from the sofa, and
Judy pulled her black silky panties down her legs and off. Candy shifted
further forward, her butt on the edge of the cushion. Judy pressed
Candy's knees apart, and plunged between them, eagerly slurping at
Candy's pussy.

Janie tilted her head back, and I kissed her, deeply and lovingly as the
slurping sounds continued beside us. My hands drifted over her body,
softly caressing her breasts and backside, drifting in and out between
her legs and her wet pussy. She unfastened a button of my shirt and slid
her hand over my chest.

A vivid flash of lightning exploded outside, as Candy gasped with the
beginnings of her climax. She clamped her legs around Judy's head, as
the convulsions of her body shook the sofa.

When the shaking slowed, she pushed Judy backward, and crawled
over her on the floor, frantically scrambling to remove Judy's panties,
barely getting them off before she started tonguing Judy's sopping yoni.

Janie slid backwards off my lap onto the sofa. I quickly stood up and
got out of my trousers and shirt. Janie took hold of my erection as I
stood beside the sofa, leaned forward, and licked the end of my cock
like a lollipop.

Judy, on the floor under Candy, was moaning loudly. Candy moved
around slowly, and got into a sixty-nine position over Judy's body.

Janie pulled on my cock, lying back on the couch, and she put one leg
up on the back of the sofa. I slid between her legs, and moved up her
body, kissing her pussy, her navel and each breast as I slid up her body.
As I reached her lips, she clamped her legs around me, drawing my
erect penis into her vagina, and squeezed it inside her.

Judy had begun slurping at Candy's fountain again, between grunts of
pleasure at the action Candy was performing between her thighs. They
were close to a mutual orgasm from the sound of it.

Janie began rocking her hips forward and back, squeezing me between
strokes. She dropped her legs down, releasing the hold she had on my
hips, and put her feet just behind my knees. I began to stroke, moving
just my pelvis, and on each in-stroke, as she squeezed her pussy around
my cock, I rubbed my pubic bone against her clit.

Judy was coming. She shrieked as the orgasm rushed over her, then
moved back into Candy's crotch, and pushed Candy over the edge
again. The two women held each other close as their orgasms waned.

Janie began to breathe heavily, panting, and I could feel her body tense
with the arrival of a powerful orgasm. As she started to come, she
gripped me tightly again, and the pressure of her vaginal muscles
against my cock pushed me over the edge. A burst of lightning flashed
outside, and a monsterous roar of thunder ... and we were flying
together over the cliff, soaring in the midst of the thunderstorm,
oblivious to the world around us.

After a few minutes to recover, we gathered up our discarded clothing
and moved into my king-sized bed, and we cuddled up together, still
listening to the storm rage outside.

"I _definitely_ like thunderstorms," Janie whispered.

~Subject: REPOST ttR11/14 The Trinity Trilogy: The Novel ~From:
shelbyb@iglou.iglou.com (Shelby Bush)

* * * * * * * *

70: "Blast from the Past" [1990] [tt2/2]

It started, innocently enough, with a phone call. It was one of those
conjugal phone calls that Val would occasionally make. You remember
Val; she was the mother of Veronica, and featured prominently in
several chapters of the first volume of the Trilogy.

Anyhow, as I walked into the house, I heard Candy giggling, and
saying "we'll see you then. Bye!" She hung up the phone.

I looked into the kitchen at her, and she grinned. I asked her what was
going on, and she said, "That was Val."

"Val? And you hung up before I could talk to her?"

"Yeah," she grinned again, "But you'll get your chance."

"She's calling back?"

"Better than that. She's coming to visit. It seems that she's travelling
this summer, doing several conventions in a row, and will be passing
through town."

I couldn't help but grin myself. It had been several years since I'd seen
Val, although we had talked on the phone. She liked talking dirty to us.

They were to arrive a week later, so we straightened up the house
(everyone straightens up before guests arrive, no matter how neat you
are...), and arranged for Jennifer to spend a night or two elsewhere.

The big day arrived, and we waited around all day for Val to arrive. It
started getting dark, and we took Jennifer off to her friend's house.
Finally, around 10, the doorbell rang.

As I opened the door, I was grabbed and kissed, hot, deep, and wet. As
they say, when inevitable, relax and enjoy it... When the kiss was finally
broken, and our faces parted, I realized it was not Val.

It was Veronica!

She hadn't changed much since I had seen her last, but now she was a
married lady.

Val peeked in around the doorframe, a big smile on her face.
"Surprise!"

Veronica hugged me again, then slid away to allow her mother to take
her turn. And take her turn she did; she filled my arms and my mouth.
Her body was warm against mine, and her tongue was dancing between
my lips.

We finally broke the kiss, and joined the others in the family room.
Veronica had made the rounds of hugs and kisses, and Val followed
suit. We sat down, and chit-chatted for a couple of hours over coffee,
catching up on the years.

We talked about Val's husband, Sam, who was not making this trip
because he had to work, and couldn't take a month off to tour the
country and go to science fiction conventions. Veronica's husband,
David, had stayed in Kansas for the same reasons, leaving the mother
and daughter 'alone' in the cold cruel world of conventions.

And we talked about how conventions had changed since our group
stopped going; "They just don't have the same flavor," Veronica
giggled.

Val agreed. "There's not enough to do at night."

Later, Veronica got up and went to the bathroom. When she returned,
she flopped down on the floor, in front of the chair where I was sitting.
She leaned back against my legs, her feet stuck out in front of her, her
legs making a 'V'. She tilted her head back, between my knees, and
grinned up at me. I bent over to kiss her forehead. She reached up and
grabbed my head, holding it in place as she pushed backward to kiss
me. Our heads in this up-side-down position allowed our toungues to
pass each other into the other's mouth, deeply. (If you haven't kissed
this way, try it!)

Val reached over and turned out a lamp. I looked up as the room
dimmed, leaving one lamp on in the corner. She reached an arm around
Candy's shoulder, and Candy settled back against her, turning her face
to Val's, where it was met with a kiss.

Janie was on Val's other side, and she reached over, unbuttoning Val's
blouse. She was not wearing a bra, and her breasts shone with the
whiteness of her skin. Her dark nipples stood out in sharp contrast, and
even across the room, I could see that they were erect. Janie leaned
over and took one into her mouth, while she was fumbling with Val's
waistband.

Veronica wanted attention. I reached down and cupped her breasts
through her clothing. Her erect nipples poked back at me. Judy slid
down onto the floor, and crawled up between Veronica's legs. She
unbuttoned Veronica's blouse, freeing her naked breasts for my hands.
As I tweaked Veronica's nipples with my fingertips, Judy moved down
and unfastened her jeans. Judy then slid backwards, grabbed the cuffs
of the jeans and tugged. Veronica leaned against my legs, and lifted her
butt from the floor. The jeans came off, revealing her black bikini
briefs.

A moan of pleasure brought my attention again to the sofa, where Janie
had removed Val's jeans, and now had her face buried in Val's bushy
crotch. Candy was stroking Val's ample breasts.

Judy moved up and took hold of Veronica's panties, and once again
Veronica leaned against my legs as she lifted her hips. As her panties
slid down her thighs, Veronica inched her hips away from the chair, and
she lifted her knees, allowing Judy access to her strawberry-blonde-
haired pussy.

Judy wasted no more time. She dropped her skirt and shirt (she wore
no underwear--surprise!), and lay down on her belly, her mouth
hungrily fastened to Veronica's slit.

I stood up, and slipped my legs out from behind Veronica's back. She
was now leaning against the chair. Stepping away from the two
women, I quickly undressed. I knelt beside Veronica, and she took my
erection in her hands, manipulating the head between her fingers.
Pulling away slightly, but not so far away she couldn't keep her hand
busy, I bent over and kissed her breasts, drawing her erect nipple into
my mouth. I tickled the tip of her nipple with my tongue.

Veronica moaned with pleasure. I could feel a tension in her body as
Judy's tongue worked on her clit, and I sensed her approaching climax.

There was movement on the sofa. I glanced over, as Janie and Candy
switched places, Candy kneeling between Val's thighs, and Janie
slipped around to the end of the sofa, lying on her back, her knees
raised. Val leaned over, and licked Janie's pussy. Janie's body jerked
with little spasms as Val's tongue passed over her clit.

Veronica was vibrating, and as Judy's tongue worked its magic on
Veronica's pussy, I stood up, and straddled Veronica's torso, my cock
right at a level with Veronica's face. She reached around me and
grabbed my asscheeks, and pulled me toward her face, wrapping her
lips around my cock, swirling her tongue around the glans.

As orgasm swept over her, she stopped moving her tongue, but did not
pull away. She clamped her mouth around my cock, almost painfully.
Then, realizing what she was doing, she pulled away, gasping.

Judy pulled back and sat up, and I moved aside. Veronica leaned
forward, gathering her legs under her, and pushed Judy backwards.
Judy lay on her back, her knees raised, and Veronica slipped her fingers
into Judy's pussy, then moved her lips to Judy's clit.

Veronica was on her knees between Judy's thighs, her ass in the air.
She paused a moment, and looked back at me, and wiggled her hips.

I got the hint, and as she returned to Judy's pussy, I moved in behind
her, and put the tip of my cock at the entrance to Veronica's pussy. She
pushed back against me, and my cock slid into her wet, hot cunt, all the
way to the balls.

I held my position, enjoying the warmth and tightness of her. Slowly,
ever so slowly, I began to move, stroking gently.

Judy began to moan, and knowing her as I did, I knew how close she
was to orgasm. Very close. Very very close. In fact... there she was.
Judy shrieked as the orgasm swept through her.

Veronica slid forward, and I followed her. Veronica lay her head on
Judy's bosom. She pulled her knees up, her ass still in the air, my cock
still pumping slowly into her from behind.

I was almost ready to come. Veronica sensed it, and turned her hips,
pulling away from me. She turned around slightly, and grabbed my
cock, squeezing the tip between her fingers. She grinned up at me, and
flipped over on her back.

She raised her knees, and I moved between them to bury my face into
her musky pussy. Her labia were puffy and her clit pushed out at the
hood covering it. I moved my tongue over her clit, and she shivered
with a wave of pleasure.

Judy got up and crawled over to the sofa, where Janie's gasps of
pleasure were matched only by Val's. Candy moved aside and Judy
took over where she left off. Candy crawled over to us, and kissed
Veronica's lips, then positioned herself over Veronica's face. Veronica
eagerly nibbled at Candy's pussy, as I nibbled at hers.

Janie got up from her place on the sofa, and moved in beside me. I slid
aside, and she knelt between Veronica's thighs, and bent over, putting
her face into Veronica's crotch. This left her ass in the air, and I
couldn't resist sliding my fingers down the crack of her ass to her warm
pussy below.

Val got up and came over to where we were, and kissed me.

I motioned Janie to lie over on her side. She did, not taking her mouth
from Veronica's snatch. She lifted her leg, and I lay with my head
between her thighs, and sucked on the honey exuding from her sweet
pussy.

Val knelt down, and took my cock into her mouth, sliding her tongue
expertly around my shaft and cockhead.

Judy lifted Val's leg and slid in between her thighs, fastening her lips
again to Val's pussy.

Candy looked around, and saw our chain, so she lifted herself from
Veronica's face, turned around, and moved Judy's hips to the floor.
Judy lifted her leg, and Candy moved between them, and Veronica
moved into position between Candy's thighs, completing the circle.

After a few minutes of moaning and crooning, a wave of orgasm swept
around the circle. Veronica came first, then Janie, clamping her thighs
around my ears. I couln't help it. I came in Val's mouth, then Val
orgasmed, then Judy and Candy. We all collapsed upon each other,
crawling together into a pile in the center of the floor.

After we rested a little while, we decide that we ought to get some
sleep, to be ready for a new day tomorrow. Candy and Judy took
Veronica's hands, and led her off to Judy's room. Janie and I took Val
to our room.

Well, we didn't exactly go to sleep right away, but that's another story.

71: "Musical Beds" [1990] [tt2/3]

For those who are short in memory, Val and Veronica, old friends from
Conventioning days had paid us a conjugal visit.

Janie, Val and I climbed into our king-sized bed. We cuddled up
together, one woman on each side of me. Val couldn't lie still,
however. She was obviously horny, and I promptly felt her hand around
my cock.

While I was tired, my cock decided that it was not, and rose to life in
her hand. She slowly stroked its length, rubbing the head of my cock
with her thumb.

Janie had dozed off, her head on my shoulder.

Val gently moved down my body, under the sheets, forming a little tent
over herself. I felt the warmth of her mouth on my penis as she gently
and softly took my cockhead between her lips. Her tongue played with
the pisshole on the tip of my cock. My hips involuntarily jerked
upward, and I heard Val snicker.

Janie roused and looked at me, then down at the bulge in the sheet. She
smiled and whispered, "Why didn't you wake me?"

I kissed her, softly, then again, harder, as she responded. She pulled
herself upward as we kissed, slipping one leg over my body, straddling
my chest. She sat up then, and thrust her chest forward, pushing her
apple-sized breasts towards my face.

I took one of her nipples between my teeth, tickling the tip with my
tongue.

Val sat back, pulling the sheet from over top of her. She got up on her
knees, and inched forward over my body until her pussy was just over
my upright cock. She reached around Janie's body, and took the breast
that I wasn't sucking on in her hand. The other hand was around
Janie's belly, playing with her navel.

She lowered herself onto my shaft, and her hot, wet pussy drew my
cock inside. She moved in small circles on my cock, rubbing her clit
against my pubic bone. The hand on Janie's navel slipped down, sliding
over her pubic hair, and one long finger slid into Janie's slit, making
little circles over her clit.

Both women were moaning, as I dropped my head back on the pillow.
Then suddenly, Val's pussy was clamping down on me, and I felt Janie
start shaking on my chest. Janie fell forward, pressing her soft breasts
on each side of my face.

I felt Val lift herself off my erection, and she got off the bed. Then she
got back on, and from the feel of it (my face buried in Janie's warm
bosom, I could not see), mounted me facing in the other direction.
Janie sat up, and leaned back against Val's back. I reached up to take
hold of Janie's nipples, and a face looked back over Janie's shoulder. It
wasn't Val--It was Veronica! She had swapped places with her mother
while I wasn't looking!

She grinned at me, then reached down between her legs, cupping my
balls in her hand, my cock firmly lodged in her cunt.

Janie slipped off my chest, and moved around between my legs.
Veronica leaned backwards, and I supported her shoulders, as Janie
leaned forward and kissed Veronica's clit.

Janie alternated between tonguing Veronica's clit and kissing my balls,
until Veronica held her head still, right over her clitoris. I felt Veronica
start to shiver, and then her pussy squeezed my cock with the force of
her orgasm.

Veronica sat up, pulling Janie to a sitting position, as she kissed her.
Veronica lifted her cunt from me, and I slipped out from under her. She
lay back, pulling Janie on top of her. Janie tucked her legs up,
straddling Veronica's hips, but not covering her pussy, as Veronica
raised her knees--an invitation if I ever saw one.

I climbed between Veronica's legs, and put the tip of my cock at the
entrance to her pussy, then pressing Janie between us, I pushed my
cock into Veronica.

I rocked back and forth, my cock sliding in and out of Veronica's
slippery pussy. She applied pressure to my cock by contracting her
vaginal muscles, as she and Janie kissed softly.

Janie turned her head and whispered, "Please...?"

I slipped out of Veronica's pussy, and moved forward about two
inches, where my cock slipped into Janie's stretched-open pussy, which
was even hotter than Veronica's. Janie began to vibrate almost
immediately, and her pussy squeezed at my cock. I slipped out and
back and into Veronica again. Her hungry pussy sucked my cock in,
and I was at the brink. Veronica squeezed, and I exploded within her.

I rolled over, and the two girls snuggled up to me, one on each side,
and we drifted off to sleep.

I don't know what went on in the other room... Maybe Judy or Candy
will tell that story sometime.

72: "Day, Too" [1990] [tt2/4]

Came the morning, and we called the parents of Jennifer's friend, where
she had spent the night to make sure all was well. It was. Jennifer and
her friend Becky were happy and Jennifer was begging to spend
another night. We agreed, happily.

With Jennifer out of the house, we reverted to an old practice. We
closed the miniblinds, and went around the house naked, while we took
turns in the bathroom and shower. Val remarked that this was quite a
change for her, because Sam didn't approve of nudity.

"I think he's jealous that I've kept my figure," she said. "His life has
gone to pot...belly."

We breakfasted, then retired to the family room, where sunshine was
streaming in, even through the closed blinds.

We sat and chatted a while, until Veronica, sitting alone in the recliner,
dropped her hand down between her legs and rediscovered her clit.

Her contributions to the conversation were becoming longer between,
and as we each noticed what she was doing, conversation began to
drop off.

I was sitting on the sofa, with Janie to one side, and Val on the other.
Judy and Candy were sitting on the floor, leaning against the front of
the sofa.

Val placed her hand on my naked thigh, and slid it up until she had her
hand on my cock. I was used to simple nudity enough that it was
flaccid, but under her attention, it was soon standing up and paying
attention.

Val leaned over, and kissed the end of my cock, sticking the tip of her
tongue into the pisshole on its tip.

Judy and Candy were watching Veronica's little show, until they could
resist no longer. They crawled over to the recliner, and pulled Veronica
to the floor. They formed a small daisy chain, Judy's head between
Veronica's thighs, Veronica between Candy's and Candy's between
Judy's.

I couldn't watch more, because Janie grabbed my face, turning it to
hers as she kissed me, Val starting to deep-throat my cock.

My hands moved over Janie's breasts and down to her pussy, which
was becoming wet. I slipped a finger past her clit into her pussy,
collecting some of her honey, and then brought it back to massage her
clitoris.

Janie moved backwards a bit, and threw one leg up over the back of the
couch. I leaned over, putting my mouth where my hand had been,
tickling her clit with my tongue, and slipped two fingers into her
vagina, moving them to her g-spot, well-known to me, and well-used
by me.

Janie was quickly coming to a boil, and I stepped up my ministrations
to her clit, and soon she was over the edge. She bucked her hips as the
contractions of her pussy took over her body. She shook the sofa with
her contractions.

Val's attention to my cock were not going unnoticed. I was nearing the
edge, and wanting the adventure to continue, I sat up and pulled Val's
face to mine, where I kissed her, tasting my own juices on her mouth,
as we swapped tongues. My hand slipped down her taut body, finding
the musky wetness of her cunt.

I slid down off the couch in front of Val, who adjusted her position so
that her ass was right on the front edge of the cushion. I moved my
head in between her legs, fastening my lips around her aroused clit,
swirling my tongue around its short length.

I slipped my fingers into her cunt, searching for her g-spot, and knew
precisely when I found it, because she tried to levitate off the couch. I
rubbed the spot with the tips of two fingers as I kept my tongue
moving over her clit.

As she started to shake, her pussy clamped down on my fingers, then
the orgasm moved over her. I stood up, and pulled Val's legs up,
putting them over my shoulders. I slid my cock into her hungry vagina.

"Oh yes," she breathed, "Fuck me... Fuck me hard!"

More than willing to oblige, I began furiously pumping my hips,
slamming my cock into her cunt, my scrotum slapping against her ass.
Val grunted at each stroke, bearing down on my cock with her vaginal
muscles, until I blew my load into her pussy.

I stroked more softly as my ejaculation ended; Val let her legs drop
from my shoulders, and reached her arms up around my neck, drawing
me down to her, my cock still inside her, into an embrace, kissing my
neck.

The sounds of orgasms had also come from the small circle on the
floor; Veronica, Candy and Judy were spent, lying in each other's legs.

My deflated cock slipped from Val's pussy, and I slid over to rest
beside her on the sofa. I lay my head on Val's breast, and she ran her
fingers through my hair. Janie slipped over beside me, and rested her
head on my shoulder, her hand 'casually' across my lap, the fingertips
just touching my penis.

The grandfather clock in the front room chimed; the Westminster bells.
Have you noticed that when a clock chimes, everyone counts the bells?
The clock struck twelve.

"Is it only noon?" breathed Val, "What are we going to do with the rest
of the day?"

Janie giggled. "I have a few ideas..."

73: "The Janie Tapes" [1990] [tt2/5]

"So what's your idea, Janie?" Veronica asked, propping her head on
her hand and elbow from her position on the floor.

"Give me a few minutes to set it up," Janie said, smiling. She got up
and went to our room, and returned with the camcorder bag.

"Wait a minute, Janie," I said. "You're not planning to make a porno
tape, are you?"

"Now there's an idea," she grinned. "Actually, no. Remember 'Sex,
Lies and Videotape'?"

"Yeah, so...?"

"We set up the camera, and we'll talk about something..."

I sat up on the sofa. Val turned and leaned on my shoulder. "Talk about
what?"

"Sex... Lies... I haven't thought all that through yet, but c'mere. Help
me set this thing up."

I got up and helped Janie set up the camcorder on a tripod. Janie set it
in front of the recliner chair. She sent the other women off to Judy's
room (on the other side of the house) to spruce up a little for the tape if
they wanted, and told me to stay and operate the camera.

The first one Janie called back in was Judy. Judy sat down in the chair.
She was still nude, but she had brushed her long hair, and put on a little
bit of makeup. She sat in the chair with her legs crossed. I set the
camera on a long shot, then as Janie asked her question, I zoomed in to
a waist-high shot. Why waste a perfectly good boob shot?

Janie asked, "How old were you when you first had sex?"

Judy smiled, and said "Fifteen."

"Can you tell us about it?"

"Well, I was a freshman in high school. There was a big dance after the
homecoming football game, and I was asked to go by this football
player.

"How could I resist? We danced a while, then stepped outside the gym
for a breath of air. What I didn't know he meant by a breath of air came
in a 12-ounce frosty can. He had a case of beer in the trunk of his car.

"He had one - then another. He offered me one, and before I had half of
a can down, he had downed another.

"We were drinking in the back seat of the car. Suddenly, his arms were
around me, and he was kissing me.

"I rather liked it, really, although I struggled a little. His hands were 
all
over me. He managed to get my dress unzipped down the back, and
popped the hooks on my bra, but because the dress was made the way
it was, he still couldn't get to my breasts.

"He put his hand up my dress, fumbling with my crotch, but was only
able to fiddle with lycra, because I was wearing a girdle to hold up my
hose. This was in the days when every girl wore a girdle to hold up her
hose, because panty hose were not available yet; or were terribly
expensive.

"We moved up to the front seat, and he drove away from the school.
We went out this old country road, and parked in a little lane that led
up to a barn on a farm. There were trees on both sides of the little lane.

"We necked a little longer, then he took me by the hand, and led me
down the lane a little farther, where it opened into a recently mowed
hayfield.

"We sat on the fragrant alfalfa, and he tugged at the top of my dress,
getting my arms out of the sleeves. I shrugged out of my bra, and he
attacked them with his mouth.

"I lay down on my back, and wiggled out of my dress, and removed the
girdle and hose, while he watched, interestedly. Then, wearing only a
pair of panties, I sat up. I told him that I was not going to be the only
one naked out here.

"He stripped quickly, and I admired the muscles in his chest and flat
belly. There was a bruise on his ribcage, angry and purple in the
moonlight, that he had gotten in the game that night.

"He came over to me, and kissed me, fondling my breasts, then slipped
one hand down between my legs. I'll have to admit that I was wet,
thinking about fucking for the first time.

"His cock was erect, and I thought it was pretty big at the time. I held
it in my hand, and I marvelled at how hot and hard it was.

"I lay on my back again, and he pulled off my panties. He slipped
between my legs and lay on top of me, kissing my neck.

"His cock was right at the entrance to my pussy, and with one
movement, he plunged into me. It felt like a red-hot poker had gone
into me. He swept away my maidenhead and virginity in one fell
swoop. I held him tightly, to keep him from moving, until the pain
diminished a bit.

"He knew he hurt me, and kept saying 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry,' but the
pain stopped, finally, and I said 'It's ok, honey. It's ok.'

"Finally I let him move, and he stroked twice, and pulled out, squirting
cum on my belly.

"He flopped down next to me and I looked down and saw some blood
on his cock, then saw that I was bleeding a little.

"And that was it. We got dressed, and he took me home. We dated a
couple more times after that, and we fucked once more in the back seat
of his car at the drive-in.

"Then he started dating one of the cheerleaders, and didn't want to see
me anymore. That was about the time I started gaining weight."

Janie nodded, and said, "Thanks, Judy. You can go back now, and send
Veronica in."

I paused the recorder. As Judy left the room, Janie stepped over and
kissed me. "This is making me VERY horny, you know."

I grinned at her. "I've got an idea for the finale," I whispered.

Veronica walked in. Although she too was nude, she had spiffed up for
video, applying makeup and brushing her long hair. I thought I detected
a little pink lipstick applied to her nipples, too.

She sat in the recliner, tucking her heels under her, leaning on one arm
of the chair, her chin resting on one hand. I started the recorder.

"Veronica," Janie said, "How old were you when you lost your
virginity?"

"Fourteen," Veronica replied with a smile.

"Please tell us about it."

"Well, there's not much story to it. You know I'm a science fiction kid.
My folks took me to conventions and Society for Creative
Anachronism events from the time I was born.

"We were at a convention, and I was going from party to party,
pinching a beer here, some wine there... no one seemed to know or
care that I was only fourteen.

"Anyway, I got really drunk, and I finally passed out at this one party.
The people whose room the party was in had a second 'sleeping' room,
and they tucked me away in there to sleep it off. They were friends of
my folks, I guess.

"But they didn't realize that their son was still awake. He was about my
age, but had turned in early.

"I roused from my drunkenness to find this guy on top of me, his
pecker inside me. It was quite startling, but once I had figured out what
was going on, I decided to pretend I was still asleep, but I liked it. He
came, rolled off, and went back to the other bed. I never drank much
after that.

"So I don't remember the actual event of losing my virginity..."

"What turns you on the most?" Janie asked.

"The most? That's hard--so many things turn me on. I like to show off
my body; like skinnydipping at conventions. I like long, slow, wet
kisses. I love to be gone down on. I love going down. I love fucking..."

"Then what do you fantasize about?" Janie probed.

"Fantasy... Ahh, that's another thing all together. OK. I'm with this
man. It's not my husband Bill, I don't know who it is. He kisses me all
over. He goes down on me, for hours. I come over and over until I'm
exhausted. Then we sleep and we do it over again."

"Thanks, Veronica," Janie said, grinning. "Send in Candy please."

I paused the camera. Veronica kissed me as she passed by.

Janie looked up at me. "What's your idea for the finale?"

"Not now. I'll tell you later." I grinned.

Candy came in. Unlike the others, she had dressed; if you could call it
that. She was wearing the 'birthday present' I described in one of the
original stories. It was a black negligee, trimmed in red lace. It was split
up to the hip, which she illustrated, by sitting in the chair with one leg
under her, the other visible almost to her ass. The negligee uplifted her
bust, making it appear to be firmer and larger. She was wearing
makeup, including some eyeshadow, which she rarely wore.

I started the recorder.

"Candy, how old were you when you lost your virginity?" Janie asked.

"I was twenty-five."

Janie looked shocked. I paused the recorder.

"Hold on," I said. I took Janie aside and whispered, "Don't tell me you
haven't heard this story..."

"What story?"

"Never mind..." we went back to our previous positions, and I restarted
the recorder.

"Would you tell us about losing your virginity?"

Candy looked at me and smiled. The kind of knowing, caring, loving
smiles.

"Well, where do I begin? Like I said, I was twenty-five, and
overweight, and feeling really unloved. This was before Tom moved
into town; I started going to sf club meetings with Judy, and we started
talking about sex a lot. Judy was sympathetic, because she was recently
divorced, and getting horny too.

"Then Tom moved to town, and started going to club meeting and
conventions with us. Judy convinced me to start taking birth control
pills, in anticipation. We kept hoping that he'd make a move, but no
luck. But he seemed to be sensitive, and caring, and--sexy. So we
decided to make the move ourselves."

I could feel my face flush as she talked. Janie looked at me and almost
laughed out loud at my expression.

"Judy would go first, since she was 'experienced', to see if Tom was,
well, willing; and judge whether he was good in bed."

"I'm glad I passed the test," I mumbled.

Candy giggled. "I thought this was my story."

"Sorry," I said.

"Like he just said, he passed Judy's test." So Judy got hold of a copy of
a porno video from her cousin... _The Devil in Miss Jones_, I believe.

"We put on the movie, and about halfway through, I was so horny
thinking about the movie, Tom sitting on the sofa with Judy, and what
we had planned, that I couldn't stand it much longer.

"So I went into the bathroom and took off my panties. They were
soaked! I washed myself off a little, rubbing my pussy with the
washcloth, I almost came in the bathroom.

"So I went back into the tv room, and sat down next to Tom and Judy.
I inched over toward him, hoping he'd notice, but he was apparently
thinking about Judy.

"When the movie ended, and he just sat there, I finally just grabbed his
face and planted a big ol' kiss.

"When Tom broke away to catch his breath, Judy explained what our
plan was: I was going to lose my virginity.

"Tom and Judy undressed me, and took me into the bedroom, where
Tom went down on me. My clit was really sensitive, and as he used his
tongue on me, I went crazy. He stuck his fingers in me, and wiggled
them around, like he was looking for something inside me. But my
attention was on my clit and his tongue, and I came. Oh, God, I came
hard. I shook, and clamped Tom's head between my legs, not wanting
him to ever move away from that spot."

Candy's hand was stroking her breast, and I could tell that her inch-
long nipple was beginning to erect under her fingertips, pressing against
the fabric of her negligee. I zoomed the camera in on her breast and
hand.

Janie was fascinated. I was sure that she had heard the story from Judy,
but apparently not.

Candy continued, "Tom moved me over on the bed, and got on top of
me, and put his penis right at the opening to my pussy.

"I asked him to go slow, and he said that if it hurt, he'd stop.

"He slipped his penis in, and it was stopped by my cherry. Then he
kissed me, and as we kissed, he pushed it all the way in.

"There was a little pop, and suddenly, my pussy was full. He had his
whole cock in my pussy, and it felt so different. I made a small gasp,
but it felt so wonderful! I squeezed down on him. I wanted him to stay
inside me forever!

"Tom moaned like he was in pain, and I thought I was squeezing too
hard. So I let go, and he started moving in and out. I thought just
having him inside me felt good, but this was even better!

"His cock was rubbing on my clit with each movement, and I was
getting closer and closer to climax. Finally, I went over the waterfall,
and I orgasm. My pussy squeezed down on him again. That made him
come, and he filled me up with his semen.

"We cuddled up together. I dozed off, I think. The next thing I
remember is that Judy was cuddled up with us too. We spent the night
together - the three of us - for the first time that night."

Janie looked up at me; the look of love and wonder and lust mixed in
her expression.

Still looking at me, she said, "Thank you, Candy. You can go back
now. Tell Val to join us."

I paused the recorder.

Candy stepped over to me and hugged me, kissing my neck. I grabbed
a handful of asscheek, and she giggled.

She left the room. Janie got up and kissed me. "I really didn't know
that... I... I don't know how I thought you guys first got together."

"Now you know," I grinned, kissing her.

Val came in the room. She was nude, and her makeup was fresh. She
sat in the chair, crossing her legs. I turned on the recorder.

"How far down are you focusing?" Val asked. "How much of me are
you seeing?"

"I've got it showing you from the waist up," I said.

"Oh. Ok, what do you want me to talk about?"

"How about your first time? Losing your virginity?" Janie asked.

I had never seen Val blush. Until now.

"Are you sure you want to hear about that? Umm..." She glanced
down. "Well, the um... summer I graduated from high school, I worked
at a 4-H Club summer camp. You know, where kids would spend a
week? I was a counselor.

"Anyway, all through the summer, kids would come in on Monday and
leave on Friday. The weekends, some of the counselors would go
home, but most of us would go into town and do laundry, and just stay
over at the camp.

"The next to last weekend of the summer, one of the boy's counselors
and I went on a picnic down by the lake.

"I had been looking him over since the first week of camp, but he
hadn't said much to me, until I suggested the picnic. He was tall, and
blonde, blue-eyed. A real 'hunk', and he knew it.

"We carried a basket of food down by the lake, and had our lunch, then
we sat on the grass, leaning against a log, just talking about going to
college in a couple of weeks, and stuff.

"We sat out there for hours, just talking, and it started getting dark.
And cold. The wind was blowing in off the lake. He slipped his arm
around me when he noticed I was shivering. Then he kissed me.

"The chill was forgotten. His kiss warmed me up. His hands slowly
moved over me, and before I knew it, he had my shirt open, and his
hands on my tits.

"It was the first time anyone but me had touched my nipples, and I was
in heaven. Then he unfastened my jeans, and slipped his hand down
there.

"He put a finger inside me, and I gotta admit that I was excited. Before
I knew exactly what was happening, he had my jeans off, and his off,
and he was inside me."

Remembering the experience, Val closed her eyes, and tilted her head
back. Her hand was on her breast, a nipple between her fingers. The
other hand dropped down between her legs. I adjusted the view on the
camera to pick up a full-length shot.

"But then, just as I was beginning to enjoy myself, he climaxed, and
rolled off of me. We lay there for a while, neither one of us knowing
what to do next.

"I told him timidly that it was my first time. He said if he had known
that, he'd have gone slower. But he hadn't felt any hymen, so he didn't
think I had been a virgin.

"See, when I was four years old, I was bouncing on my bed, and I
bounced the wrong direction once, and landed on a post--you know
where. It popped my cherry. These days, a doctor might have
suspected child abuse, but my doctor just packed me up. But that's
why I didn't have a hymen.

"And he assumed no hymen, no virgin. And like many guys back then,
he assumed that if a girl had 'done it' once, she'd 'do it' again..."

Val opened her eyes and looked across at Janie. "You've just heard a
story that even my husband has never heard. Do you want to hear the
rest of the story?"

"Rest?" Janie asked. "Of course!"

"I missed my next period, and I never missed periods. I knew I was
pregnant. By this time, summer camp had ended and I had started
college. There was a guy in one of my classes, and he asked me out. I
slept with him, and let him think that he was the first.

"The next month, I told him I was pregnant. He thought it was his, and
we got married."

"You mean Sam is not Veronica's father?!" I asked.

"In every way that counts, Sam is her father. He loves her, he's taken
care of her, he's provided for her," Val nodded. "But from a biological
point of view, no. Sam still doesn't know," Val said, "and if any of you
tell him..."

"He'll never see this tape," I said.

"Veronica will," Janie mentioned.

"I think she should know the truth. I'd have told her eventually
anyway," Val said.

"Thank you, Val. You can go back now. Just tell everyone to wait."

I paused the recorder. Val left the room.

"It's your turn now," I said.

"Ok," she smiled, taking her place in the chair.

I started the recorder.

"Tell me about _your_ first time." I said.

"Umm... I was not a science fiction kid. I started going to conventions
when I got out of high school. I didn't go to many, but I went to the
Tulsa convention, and got involved with the local club. They got me to
work for the convention committee, and I started going to other
conventions for ideas.

"One of the guys in the club started hanging out with me, and one night
after the club meeting, he asked me to dinner. We went out, and one
thing led to another, and we ended up back at his place.

"We started necking, and groping, and..."

"You're not making this very interesting, Janie," I said.

"Well... It wasn't. He got his hand under my miniskirt, and pulled it up
over my hips. Then he had his penis out, and before I knew it, he was
on top of me.

"It was over before I could even think about it. He grunted twice and
squirted me. I was still wearing all my clothes, even my underwear. He
had just shoved my panties aside.

"I cried. I had wanted the first time to be so... special. But this, this 
was
almost rape.

"He took me home. Didn't even kiss me goodnight. Didn't call me."

"Son-of-a-bitch," I mumbled.

"Exactly," Janie nodded. "Now it's your turn."

I paused the recorder. Janie got up and stepped behind the camera,
pushing me aside. I went over and sat down.

"How'd you lose your cherry, Tom?"

"First of all, I was 22. Somehow I had managed to get through four
years of college without sex. I was involved with the Theatre
Department at the University, and I believe I was the only heterosexual
virgin in the theatre.

"I graduated with a degree in English from the School of Education. I
got a job teaching junior high English in the same school that I had
gone to when I was a kid.

"While I was teaching, I kept going back to the University, since that's
where most of my friends were.

"I wasn't really getting along well as a teacher. One of the girls in the
Theatre Department said that she wanted to be a teacher, so I offered
to give her a taste of the educational system. So while the University
was on spring break, she came home with me to try to teach my brats.

"I was living in a big house, the house I had grown up in, although my
father and mother had moved to another state. Sally slept in one room,
I slept in another.

"One night, I was watching television. Sally was taking a long bath. She
came out of the bathroom, dressed only in a tee-shirt and panties.

"She turned around in front of me, modeling the tee-shirt, I guess. She
raised her arms, and stood on one leg--a little dance move--and said
'all clean!'

"I smiled at her blankly. She stood in front of me, and said, 'Tom, are
you gay?'

"I said I wasn't. She asked 'Don't you think I'm attractive?'

"I said that she was. Very attractive.

"She asked 'Then why haven't you tried to kiss me?'

"So I got up and took her into my arms and kissed her. She kissed me
back.

"She reached down and pressed my cock through my pants. 'Tom,' she
said, 'are you a virgin?'

"I nodded. 'I thought so,' she said.

"'I didn't think it showed,' I said.

"'It does. A little.' She smiled at me, stepped back, and pulled the tee-
shirt off over her head.

"'Take off your clothes,' she said. 'It's time for a little lesson.'

"I did what I was told. She took my hand and we went upstairs to the
bedroom she had been sleeping in, which had been my parents', and we
climbed in.

"She took my erection, which had been raging ever since she danced in
front of me, in her hand, then bent down and kissed it. She slid her
tongue around the head.

"Then she climbed on top of me, and put my penis at the entrance to
her vagina. 'Don't worry about a thing,' she said, as she lowered
herself on me.

"I came as soon as she had me completely inside her. I was rather
embarrassed, but she kissed me, and said to take it easy, not to worry.

"She was very patient with me. We made love several times that night,
and each time was better than the last. She taught me many things that
night. For that, I will be eternally grateful."

"I suspect I should be grateful, too," Janie murmured. "And Candy, and
Judy..."

I smiled.

Janie left the recorder running, and came over to the chair, and sat on
my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me firmly. I slid
my hands down her naked body, playing with her breasts, kneading her
buttcheeks.

"Ready for the finale?" I whispered.

"Is this it?"

"Almost." I got up, Janie in my arms. I turned around, putting Janie in
the chair, her ass just on the front edge of the cushion. I sat on the
floor, and spread her legs for the camera. I put my fingers on each side
of her slit, spreading her nether lips, and with the other hand, slipped a
finger into her vagina. She was very wet, and her clit was distended,
hot and reddened.

I placed my lips on her clit, and she began to shake immediately. She
climaxed, noisily. I started to move my head back, but she reached
down and held my head in place, so I started to lick again, and I felt her
move toward another orgasm, even more powerful and more noisy.

She released my head, and I stood up, pulling her up into an embrace,
while I turned us around to where I could sit down. As I sat down, she
climbed up on me, her knees on each side of me, her back to the
camera, and slipped my cock into her hot, wet pussy in full view of the
camera.

She moved up and down on my shaft. But hearing the stories, and
seeing Janie's excitement were too much for me. As I started to
ejaculate, Janie moved up, pulling me from her pussy, and letting it slip
up the crack of her ass. My semen spurted up onto her back.

We panted for a moment together, and she kissed me softly. She slid
down and off of me, stepping over to turn off the camera. She popped
the cassette out of the camera, and walked over, inserted the cassette
into the regular VCR, and started rewinding it.

"I'm going to clean up," she said. "Go get the others, and let's watch
the tape."

77: "Video Vixens" [1990] [tt2/6]

The girls gathered around the television. I joined Janie for a quick
shower and touchie-feelie, then we joined the others. Judy had started
the tape, and her segment was just concluding when we joined them.

We watched the tape up through Val's story. I stopped the tape for a
while, and Val talked with Veronica. Veronica seemed to take the news
well; almost as if she knew it all along.

We started the tape back up again, and when it got to the point where
Janie and I had our intimate moment for the camera, there was general
consternation through the room.

It went something like "Hey! Why weren't we invited?"

I popped the spare battery and a new cassette in the camcorder, and
handed it to Judy. "Show Val and Veronica how to use it too, ok?" I
said.

"Sure. Who's first?" asked Judy, as she squinted at the viewfinder,
swinging the camera around the room.

Candy didn't hesitate. She grabbed Val's hand, and rolled over on her
back, pulling Val over on top of her. The two women kissed, and Val
moved down Candy's body, pausing a moment at her breasts, turning
her own body as she moved, until they were in a sixty-nine position.

Judy moved around the couple with the camera, taking closeups of
Candy's tongue sweeping over Val's clit, and Val's fingers pressing
into Candy's juicy vagina.

Veronica and Janie were on each side of me, watching the action.
Veronica dropped her hand into my lap.

Janie crawled over to the couple on the floor, and tapped Val on the
shoulder. Val looked up, smiled, and slid aside, and Janie took her
place.

Judy stopped taping, and brought the camera over to Val and Veronica.
"You just press this button to start taping, and this button zooms in and
out."

Val took the camcorder, and started moving around Janie and Candy
on the floor. Candy held on to Janie, and rolled over so that Janie was
on the bottom. She looked up at Judy, and crooked her finger. Judy slid
over, and took Candy's place.

Veronica had her hand around my cock, which was growing in her
hand. Val brought the camera around and focused it on my crotch.
Veronica looked up at me and smiled, then bent over, drawing my penis
into her mouth, her mother getting it on tape.

I didn't care. Veronica had a way with fellatio. I closed my eyes and
leaned backward, my hand on the back of Veronica's head, holding her
hair back out of the way for the camera.

There were sounds of orgasm from Judy and Janie; Janie's were louder.
Val swung the camera around to film their throes of pleasure.

Veronica took her mouth from my cock and crawled around in front of
me, her ass towards me. I got up behind her, laying my cock in the
crack of her ass.

Val moved the camera around, and taped as I slowly pulled my cock
down Veronica's crack, then further down, to the entrance of her
pussy, and as I pushed it slowly into her.

Val must have seen a porno film or two before, since she apparantly
knew the angles they showed. She got behind me and shot between my
legs, taping my scrotum banging against Veronica's legs.

Then she got in front of Veronica, getting a picture of her ample
breasts jiggling as I pumped her from behind.

Veronica pushed forward, pulling away from me. Val paused the
camera and handed it to Judy. Val then lay on her back beside
Veronica, and raised her knees, opening her cunt to me. I moved
between her thighs, and plowed in.

Judy taped my pumping ass from the back, then put the camera on the
floor for a worm's-eye view of my cock entering Val's pussy.

"Cum Shot!" I shouted, and Judy brought the camera around. I
removed my cock from Val's pussy just as I spurted a long, white glob
onto Val's belly button. A second spurt landed on her breast.

Janie put her head into the picture, as she licked at my cum, and Val's
nipple. Veronica moved in, putting her lips over the end of my cock,
sucking the remainder of my semen from me.

Judy got it all on tape.

We rewound the tape, and as we recovered from the action (especially
me; I'm starting to get too old for this much action) we watched the
tape.

"I want a copy of those tapes," Veronica said.

"Me, too" agreed Val.

"OK," I said, grinning. "That way you get a chance to watch them
twice more!"

I hooked up the camcorder to the VCR, and started dubbing the copies,
while Janie and I headed for the kitchen to start making supper.

During the second dubbing, Judy and Candy put on some clothes, and
went to pick up Jennifer. By the time they got back, we were all
properly clothed, with only our satisfied smiles as "evidence" of our
passion-filled day.

We had a nice "family" dinner that evening, Jennifer becoming better
aquainted with our friends. After supper, Jennifer was getting a little
restless; she wanted to go back for her promised second night of
sleepover with Becky.

Janie and I drove her over to Becky's house. When we got back, we
were greeted by the sounds of passion. We walked in on a daisy-chain
of Judy doing Veronica doing Candy doing Val doing Judy.

Janie and I quickly shed our clothes. The circle broke up. Janie
whispered in my ear, then went over to the girls on the floor. I went
over and turned out all the lights, and felt my way back. The girls were
tangled together, and I joined the pile.

We fumbled together in the dark; a squirming, squirting, sucking,
moaning mass of passion. My hands found breasts and pussies, asses
and mouths. I sucked on anything close to my mouth, and my cock was
first in a mouth then a pussy. I gave up trying to identify who was
doing what to me, and to whom I was paying attention.

I heard Janie gasp in orgasm; Judy voiced a wordless expression of
passion; Candy was moaning in a low croon. Veronica and Val joined
in the sounds; and me? Yeah, I was grunting and moaning with the best
of them.

I came at least twice; in one mouth and one cunt. Whose, I'm not sure.
We all finally collapsed in a heap, and we slept in exhaustion there on
the floor, a mass of sexually satisfied flesh.

The next morning, after showers and breakfast, Val and Veronica said
their farewells, off on the next leg of their journey.

~Subject: REPOST ttR12/14 The Trinity Trilogy: The Novel ~From:
shelbyb@iglou.iglou.com (Shelby Bush)

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75: "Goldfinger" [1990] [tt3/17]

Judy came home that evening with a strange expression on her face; she
kept quiet through dinner, but wore that expression on through the
evening, until Jennifer went to bed.

"All right," Candy said finally, confronting Judy, "What the hell is
going on?"

Judy grinned up at her. "I went shopping this afternoon."

"Yeah, so?"

"I bought a new toy." Judy grinned. "Wanna play?"

Judy went to her room, and brought back a black cloth bag with a
drawstring. She opened the bag and pulled out a large, gold-colored
vibrator. It was vaguely cock-shaped, but the lines were smooth,
streamlined. Wide at the base--about two inches in diameter, it tapered
along its length, about ten inches, until it reached the head, where it
bulged out with a smooth ridge, like a glans, tapering down to a
blunted tip. It was plastic, but heavily coated with metallic gold, and
was fairly light.

"My gosh," I said, smiling, "I'm about to be replaced!"

"Oh, no," Judy grinned up at me. "Not replaced. Augmented."

"Come on," Candy said, finally, "Let's try it out." Candy took Judy by
the hand, and they went down the hall to Judy's room. I went to find
Janie. She was working on the computer.

"Judy's got a new toy," I smiled at her.

"Oh, really? What kind of toy?"

"You'll have to see it. It looks like C-3PO's penis."

Janie giggled. "Oh. That kind of toy." She saved her file and turned off
the computer, and stepped over to me. She wrapped an arm around my
neck and pressed her lips to mine. Her other hand went to my crotch,
and pressed against my cock.

"I prefer the warmer kind," she said, softly.

"I'm glad you do, actually," I responded, kissing her.

We went down the hall to Judy's room, our arms around each other. I
opened the door, and we stepped inside. Judy and Candy were on the
bed. Janie and I stripped off our clothing and joined them.

Candy was on her back, her legs spread wide, and Judy was crouched
between them. The vibrator was humming, and Judy was applying it to
the area around Candy's clitoris. Candy was moaning softly. As we
watched, Janie slipped her hand around my cock, squeezing lightly with
her fingers.

Judy guided the vibrator down toward Candy's pussy, and slowly
slipped it inside her. She slid it in and out, slowly, as Candy eased
closer to orgasm, until Candy arched her back, squeezed the thing with
her vaginal muscles and gasped, "Aaaaahhhhhh! Yessssss!"

Judy pulled out the golden vibrator, and Candy sat up, kissing Judy's
mouth. Then she pushed Judy over. Judy rolled over onto all fours,
putting her ass in the air. As Janie and I watched, Candy took the
vibrator and moved it over Judy's slit, moving it over and around her
clit, and back as far as her anus.

Janie edged over closer to me, and kissed me lightly on the cheek. She
still had one hand on my cock, stroking it softly. I gathered her up in
my arms, and she wrapped her arms and legs around me, sitting on my
lap facing me. My hard cock was sticking up between her asscheeks,
pointed at Judy and Candy. Janie rocked her hips back and forth,
rubbing her clit against my body and the base of my cock shaft.

I lifted her slightly, and my cock popped up, pressing against the
entrance to her warm and wet pussy. I lowered her back slowly, and
my cock slid into her, enveloped by warmth. Janie sighed contentedly.

She continued rocking her hips forward and back, my cock moving in
and out about an inch with her movement, but she was rubbing herself
against the base of my penis.

Judy gasped, and I looked up to see that Candy had slipped almost the
full ten-inch length of the golden cock into Judy's gaping pussy. Candy
moved it around in small circles, twirling it with her fingers, as the
vibrator hummed.

"Oh god!" Judy cried, "I should have gotten a bigger one!" She
wriggled her ass, pressing against the dildo.
"Mmmmmmm....ooooooohhhh!"

I saw her climax; she shuddered visibly as her pussy contracted around
the vibrator. Candy pulled out the vibrator as Judy rolled over to her
side.

"Janie's turn," said Candy, raising the golden cock, pointing it at us.

"I've got what I want," said Janie.

"You haven't tried this," insisted Candy.

I held on to Janie, and lay back on the bed. Janie gathered her legs
under her, and began to move up and down on my shaft. Candy moved
behind Janie, and put her hand on the small of Janie's back. Janie
stopped moving and looked over her shoulder at Candy, who grinned
up at her and brandished the vibrator.

Janie leaned forward, and lay on my body. Candy moved the vibrator
around Janie's pussy, in which my cock was firmly lodged. I could feel
the vibrations myself. Janie began to move forward and back, rubbing
against my chest, taking about two-inch strokes, as the vibrator
hummed around our joining point.

Candy moved the vibrator upward, poised at the entrance to Janie's
anus. It was slippery with vaginal juices, and the tip of the golden cock
was somewhat pointed, and as Candy pressed it against Janie's ass, it
started to slide inside.

Janie gasped, and stopped moving as she was penetrated. I held her
tightly, whispering, "Relax. Breathe deeply. Relax."

The vibrator slid into Janie's ass, and Candy pressed it downward,
against my cock inside Janie.

Janie climaxed immediately, her pussy clamping against my cock. I
wasn't far behind her, as I started to spurt semen inside Janie's pussy.
Candy removed the vibrator, and Janie squirmed on my cock,
squeezing out the last drops of my ejaculation.

Candy left the room for a minute while we caught our breath, and then
she came back in with a washcloth, wiping off the vibrator.

"Judy's turn again," she grinned.

Janie said softly, "You guys go ahead. I think I'll take _my_ toy in the
other room."

Candy winked at me. "Goodnight, then..."

Janie lifted herself off me, leaned over and kissed Candy and Judy, then
climbed off the bed. I kissed Candy and Judy, too, and Janie took my
hand and we went off to our bed.

As we closed the door to Judy's room I heard the vibrator start to hum
again, and Judy's voice, "Oooooooohhhh!"

76: "Candy's Present" [1992] [tt2/13]

"So, Candy," Judy said one morning after Janie and Jennifer went out
to wait for the school bus, "What do you want for your birthday?"

"Don't remind me of my birthday," Candy grumbled.

"Forty's not so bad," Judy smiled. "It's just a speedbump in the
highway of life."

"Easy to say for someone who has already rolled over it."

Judy had turned forty in January. It was now May, and Candy's 40th
birthday was rapidly approaching. Mine would be in September. Janie
was still five years away from her 40th.

I sipped at my coffee and glanced at my watch. "I've got to go." I
kissed each of them, and headed toward the door. Janie was just
coming back in.

I kissed her, and she asked, "What does Candy want for her birthday?"

"I don't know yet. Y'all discuss it, will you?" I kissed her again, and
went on to work.

I called Janie later in the day. She said that Candy had finally expressed
a wish, and that she and Judy were working on it.

It continued to be a secret when I got home that evening. I overheard
Judy making arrangements for Jennifer to 'sleepover' at Betsy's house
on Friday night, the 8th of May--Candy's birthday, but I didn't even get
a hint as to what was being planned.

I brought home a dozen roses that Friday evening, and presented them
to Candy; she thanked me with a long, wet kiss. We did the traditional
cake and candles at dinner, and then Betsy's parents arrived to pick up
Jennifer for her 'sleepover'.

Judy and Janie started cleaning up the dishes from dinner, and told
Candy and me to get out of their way. We went into the family room
and sat on the sofa. Candy snuggled up next to me, and we sat there
enjoying the warmth of each other until we heard Judy and Janie enter
the room. They had changed out of their 'street clothes', and were
wearing bulky bathrobes. I noticed that they were both walking a little
funny--gingerly, perhaps--but then didn't think more about it.

Janie perched on the arm of the sofa, while Judy sat down next to me.

"Candy," Judy asked, "what did you tell me you wanted most for your
birthday?"

Candy almost blushed. "I don't remember," she said, softly.

"You told me you wanted three hard cocks inside you," Judy grinned.

"Well..." she said, "I guess I could make do with just one..." She
glanced up at me with a brief grin.

"Why settle for that?" Judy grinned, as she stood up and opened her
bathrobe.

Her full breasts bounced out of the bathrobe, their nipples erect and
excited. My eyes drifted down her body, and were arrested at what was
between her legs. She was wearing a plastic strap, and attached to it
was the most realistic rubber cock I had ever seen.

Janie stood up and dropped her robe, and she was wearing the same
device.

"Oh my god," Candy said, reaching over and touching Judy's cock.
"Where did you get those?"

"Never mind that... come on!"

Judy took Candy by the hand and led her back to her bedroom, the
rubber hard-on bouncing at her crotch. Janie took my hand, and just
before we went in the room, I turned her around for a better look at the
dildo.

"Want to give me a blowjob?" Janie grinned.

"That's not my thing," I smiled up at her.

"Look at this," she said, reaching down to the balls on the thing. She
squeezed the 'testicles', and the thing squirted me.

"I'll be damned..." I said.

Judy called to us. I started to wipe my hand where the dildo had 'come'
on me, but Janie said, "Taste it."

I did; it was sweet, and viscous. "What is it?" I asked.

Karo syrup and whipped egg white. There was a recipe in the package.
She took my hand and we went on into the bedroom.

Judy was already busy, kneeling between Candy's legs, her head buried
between her thighs.

I quickly got undressed, and joined Judy and Janie in stroking Candy's
body.

Candy grabbed hold of Janie's fake cock, and my real one, as Judy slid
up over Candy's body, and put the tip of her dildo at the entrance to
Candy's pussy.

Candy gasped as Judy's 'cock' slid into her. Judy moved her hips
slowly, drawing the dildo slowly in and out of Candy, as Candy started
to writhe with pleasure.

Judy reached down and touched a tiny switch on the base of the dildo. I
heard a soft hum.

I looked up at Janie.

"Vibrator, too," she grinned.

"I have the feeling I may be replaced," I said.

"No chance of that," Janie smiled, leaning toward me. She kissed me,
as Candy pulled at my cock and Janie's.

Janie wiggled toward Candy's head, presenting her 'penis'. Candy
wrapped her lips around it, sucking on the head of the thing. Janie
reached down and squeezed the 'testicles'.

Candy's face was a picture of astonishment as the dildo came in her
mouth. She jerked her head back and gasped.

She released my cock and held Judy close, whispering, "I'm about to
come... Oh! Oh! Aaaaahhhhhhh!"

She arched her back, and Judy pushed the dildo deeply into her. Candy
shook as her convulsions rushed from her pussy to the rest of her body.

Judy paused a moment, then pulled back, removing the dildo from
Candy's cunt. She moved back, then told Candy, "Roll over."

Candy did so, and Janie moved around behind her. Judy put a hand
under Candy's hips, lifting gently, and Candy raised her hips, gathering
her legs under her. Janie slipped her dildo into Candy's pussy from
behind, pushing it deeply inside her. She pushed the little switch, and
the hum began. Candy moaned, and pushed herself backwards, meeting
Janie's thrusts.

As Janie fucked Candy, I pulled Judy aside.

"Curiosity," I began. "Do you get anything out of that? Or is it all for
Candy?"

"Oh, yeah," Judy grinned, "It's positioned right over my clit, and I can
feel the vibrations and it pushes against when I thrust. It's very... nice."

Janie gasped from the bed.

"See," Judy grinned at me. "Janie's coming!"

Candy was coming again, too, from the looks of it. She pushed back
against Janie, as the girls moaned with pleasure. Candy fell forward,
pulling away from the dildo, as Janie sat back.

Candy rolled over, and faced me. She made a little 'come hither'
motion with her hand, and I climbed up onto the bed. Candy kissed my
cheek, and rolled over on top of me, straddling my hips. She lowered
her wet pussy over my erection, and lay forward on me.

"Sorry, but I can't turn on the vibrator," I said.

Candy giggled. "Not necessary. Those things are great, but you know
it's not the wand, it's the magic in it that counts."

She began moving slowly, and I raised my hips in time with her
movements. She moaned with pleasure, kissing my cheeks and lips.

Judy climbed up on the bed behind Candy. I glanced down at her, and
noted she had a tube of ky jelly in her hand, and was rubbing some on
the dildo.

She caught my glance and smiled. Dropping the tube on the floor, she
slipped up behind Candy's ass, and pressed the dildo against Candy's
anus.

Candy gasped as the dildo entered her, and she stopped moving. I felt
the dildo pressing through Candy's flesh, the two channels separated by
only a fraction of an inch.

Judy thrust gently, and I pulled my hips back; then she pulled back, and
I thrust up. We kept in time, while Candy writhed over me.

Janie climbed up and knelt at my head, putting one knee on each side of
my head. Candy looked up, and spotting the fake dong, pushed herself
up. Janie moved forward, bringing her 'dick' closer to Candy, who
wrapped her lips around the head of the thing.

Janie wiggled her hips, pumping it gently into Candy's mouth.

I looked up, and peeking between the straps of the dildo, were Janie's
pink little pussy lips. Her clit was a deeper pink, distended, and rubbing
against the dildo straps. I pushed my head up, and Janie noticed the
movement, and squatted a little bit, bringing her pussy down to contact
my face. I licked at the moisture rolling from her, and pushed my
tongue up to brush against her clit.

Janie jerked, pushing the plastic cock a little too deep into Candy's
mouth. Candy moved her head backwards, pulling away from the dildo.
Janie squeezed her 'testicles', and squirted Candy on the lips. Candy
smiled, and licked the gooey stuff off her mouth.

Through my cock, I felt the familiar sensations of Candy's approaching
orgasm; her pussy contracted around my cock, and a shiver went
through her.

Judy pulled the dildo out of Candy's ass, and Candy sat back on my
cock, her contractions squeezing my cock. I had been on the brink, and
this pushed me over it, and I came powerfully, forcing my hips up
against her, pumping semen deep into her.

Judy and Candy removed the dildoes, dropping them to the floor, and
we cuddled up around Candy. As she drifted off, she whispered,
"Thanks for a great birthday, guys..."

77: "Now Showing at the Bijou" [1993] [tt2/14]

They were tearing down the old Bijou Theater. Located downtown, the
movie palace had seen the best of times, and the worst of times. Built in
the late 40's, it was elegant in its time. Even in the sixties, it was
playing first-run movies to full houses. But by the mid-seventies, the
city decayed around the theater; and when they tried to rehab the
neighborhood by closing traffic off the street, making the whole street
into a pedestrian mall, the theater died. Even porno movies couldn't
make money.

So now the building was being cleared, along with the rest of the block,
to make way for a convention center.

I had grown up in a small town near the city; I remember my parents
took me into the city to see a movie at the Bijou, and I always since
thought of it as a grand palace. I started talking about my memories of
the Bijou with the girls; and bitched about the fate of the old theater.

Finally, I took the girls downtown to look at the old buildings before
demolition began, and waxed nostalgic for a while. We walked down
the length of the "pedestrian mall", looking at the closed storefronts
and old buildings, as I explained how this was once the heart of the
city. This used to be the main 'cruising' street during the fifties; cars
would roll slowly up and down the street, the radios blaring stations
WAKY and WKLO--AM radio, of course--call letters that are no
longer on the air, at least not in our city.

This store--now a boarded-up hulk--used to have animated window
displays at Christmastime. That store used to have an escalator that I
remember riding up and down for an hour before my mother located
me. There used to be an ice-cream counter in there...

Janie, Judy and Candy grew up in small towns in other states, but they
sensed the pain of my memories. Jennifer had grown up in a world of
malls and multi-plex theaters; she would never know the grandeur of
the Bijou and its sister theaters. We finally went back home, my mind in
a blue funk of nostalgia and depression.

The fog was lifting after a couple of days, and I began to become aware
that the girls were doing a lot of whispering behind my back. I tried not
to pay any attention, since those whisperings usually meant a pleasant
surprise for me. After a week, they proved me right.

When we had moved to the city and bought this house, one of the main
reasons was that it was big enough that if any of the four of us adults
wanted to be alone for a while, we could go off into one of the spare
rooms. This house was about three times bigger than the one we first
lived together in. It was located in an older area of the city; not
downtown, but not the suburban splat either. We have several spare
rooms, most of which are outfitted as bedrooms, but one is a studio for
Judy's artwork, and another is an office, where the Apple IIe computer
is set up.

Over dinner, I kept catching the girls grinning at each other--even
Jennifer, who just couldn't wipe a happy, guilty, I've-got-a-secret smile
from her face. When dinner was over, Jennifer got up and came over to
me, and said "Come on, Daddy, we have a surprise for you."

She took me my the hand and led me down the hall towards our
'conversation' room; a windowless room we had intended to use as a
club meeting room, but abandoned the plan when the sf club folded.
The door was closed. Judy, Janie and Candy were following behind us.

Jennifer led me right in front of the door. "Close your eyes, Daddy,"
she said. I closed my eyes and heard the door open.

"Now look!" Jen said, excitedly.

I opened my eyes. I was not in our house any more. I was at the Bijou.
The girls had repainted the room, giving it a forced perspective. The
room looked much longer that it really was. There was an offset built
just inside the door, containing two movie posters. Judy had painted
murals on the walls to simulate the patterns on the walls of the Bijou,
right down to the light sconces. The far wall was painted to resemble
rows of seats leading down to a red velvet curtain. On the floor in front
of me were two rows of actual theater seats. I stepped into the room,
and looked up. In the ceiling were dots of glitter, simulating the starry
ceiling of the Bijou. I looked behind me. There was a little window
where a flickering light gave the impression of a projection room. To
the right of the doorway was a glass counter with a popcorn popper
and stacks of candy in boxes. To the left was a life-size cutout of an
usherette, with her finger to her lips, flashlight in hand.

"Like it, Daddy?" Jennifer asked.

Tears welled up in my eyes. "I love it," I said, choking on the words. I
gathered them all up in my arms, "I love it. I love you."

"Come on," Candy said, as she reached into her pocket, took out a
remote control, and pushed a button. "Take a seat. The picture's about
to start."

The lights started to dim, and we moved around and sat down in the
back row of seats. There were two rows of five seats. As I pushed the
seat bottom down, I looked up into Janie's smiling face. "Yes," she
said, "they are from the Bijou. There was a sale a couple of weeks ago,
just after you started talking about the Bijou. That's when Judy got the
idea, and Judy went and bought the seats, and drew the designs, and all
of us painted."

I was almost crying as the red curtains parted, and the television screen
behind it sprang to life. Janie put her head on my shoulder, and Jennifer
held my hand.

Candy had put together a videotape like an old-style movie program.
There were trailers for several classic films, a cartoon, a serial chapter
(Buck Rogers in the 25th Century), the "let's all go to the lobby"
refreshment stand advertisement, and finally one of our favorite films,
"Star Wars". We propped our feet up on the seats ahead of us, and we
passed around the popcorn and the Junior Mints and the Sno-Caps, and
had a wonderful time at the movies, without going to the movies.

All right, so there wasn't any sex in this story. Just remember, there are
some feelings that are as good as sex.

But it was a really good title... :)

78: "Movie Magic" [1993] [tt2/15]

We began to use our "Bijou" quite a lot, not only for movie watching,
but much of our television viewing got moved into the room. Jennifer
loves having a couple of friends over to see movies at her theater, and
she's gotten to be an expert in programming the vcr and operating the
popcorn popper.

Candy's been teaching Jennifer about the vcr; she has a great interest in
video, and it was she who bought the camcorder, and she also has a
video editing machine, and is now talking about getting a macintosh so
she can do better graphics for her productions.

But in recent days, Candy had been spending some time holed up with
her video toys, coming out for meals and to go to work, but her spare
time was behind the closed door of her room.

She approached me one evening, saying she needed some help. I
agreed, and she led me into her bedroom, where she had her video
equipment.

The camera was on a tripod, pointed at the bed. Candy closed the door.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked, thinking I knew the answer
already.

But she surprised me. "I just need a few 'filler' shots, Tom," she
grinned. "Please take off your clothes."

Always willing to sacrifice for art's sake, I undressed.

"Now sit on the side of the bed."

I sat. Candy focused the camera, in a tight shot on my crotch.

"OK, great," she said.

I looked down. My cock was not even erect. "Don't you want a hard-
on?"

"Eventually. This is what I need now." She left the camera running, and
stepped over to me, but stayed out of the camera frame.

She unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her breasts. "Look at me, Tom."
She lifted her tits, stroking over the nipples with her fingers. As she
stroked, the nipples erected. She licked her lips, then lifted one breast
as she lowered her head, and licked her own nipple. Then she treated
the other breast to the same treatment.

I felt a stirring in my crotch, as my cock started to rise.

"Don't move," she said, "and don't touch yourself..." She dropped her
breasts and moved her hands to the waistband of her skirt. She
unbuttoned her skirt, and it dropped to the floor. She wasn't wearing
anything underneath. She slipped her fingers through her pubic hair,
and slipped one finger into her slit.

With her standing almost naked in front of me, fingering herself,
stroking her breasts, I felt my cock rise to full erection, its hot, purple
head throbbing, wanting to be touched.

Candy moved back behind the camera and peered into the viewfinder.

"Yes... just what I needed." Candy turned off the camera. "Thanks,
Tom."

She took off her blouse, and sat down at her editing equipment.

"That's it?" I asked.

"That's it." she said, putting a tape into her machine.

I stood up and stepped up to the chair behind her.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

She nodded her head. I reached down and turned her chair around. She
was looking down at her lap. My cock was pointed straight out, still
erect from her little show.

"The hell it is," I said, and I put my fingers under her chin and lifted her
head.

She was smiling. I'd been had.

She leaned forward, and placed her lips on the tip of my cock, then
pushed her head toward me, drawing my erection into her mouth and
down her throat. Withdrawing, she didn't let the end of my cock out of
her mouth, but then took my full length down her throat again.

Candy held me in her throat as long as she could, then released me,
leaned back in her chair and smiled. I bent forward and kissed her lips,
then I dropped to my knees, kissing her throat and breasts, and
lowering myself to the floor, I kissed down past her navel to the furry
patch below.

She shifted forward in the swivel chair, lifting her legs apart, opening
her pussy to me. I tickled her labia with the tip of my tongue, then
plunged my face deeply into her slit, pushing my tongue as deeply as I
could into her pussy.

"Sweetie," she said, "could we catch some of this on tape?"

I pulled back and looked up at her. She was serious. We moved over to
the edge of the bed, where she had focused the camera on my cock. I
turned on the recorder, and got a close-up view of her pussy, planning
where my head would be in the frame, then locked down the tripod.

I moved back between Candy's legs, and conscious of the camera's
view, began tickling her clit and labia with the tip of my tongue,
allowing the camera to have a view of her pussy while I worked. I
slipped my fingers between her nether-lips, pushing them in and out of
her pussy while my tongue just brushed over her clit.

The camera, I was sure, was picking up the flow of juices from her
cunt, as Candy began to quiver in anticipation. She grabbed my head,
and pulled it closer into her crotch. She wrapped her legs around my
shoulders, and pressed me to her as she climaxed; her clit throbbing
under my tongue.

She released me so that I could breathe, and whispered, "Get into the
bed. I'll reset the camera."

I climbed into the bed as she slid over behind the camera.

"Roll over on your back," she grinned at me.

I did, and looked over at her. It looked like she had a tight focus on my
cock. I glanced down, and saw that it was jerking with my heartbeat.

Candy giggled, and said, "Ok, now pulling back for a full shot. Just
look up."

I followed her instructions, and she quickly locked down the camera,
and climbed onto the bed and me.

She straddled my hips, and lowered herself onto my shaft. She leaned
forward, as I took her tits in my hands. She whispered, "Tell me when
you're about to come."

It didn't take long. Candy moved herself up and down my cock a few
times, and I said, "Slow down. I'm almost there..."

She stopped her movements and sat up, squeezing my cock inside her
pussy. Then she slipped off of me, and went back to the camera. She
moved it around to the foot of the bed, and brought it into tight frame
on my erection.

Then she came back to me, and remounted my cock, leaning forward
so that the camera got a good view of my cock sliding into her pussy,
and her pink rosebud anus winking above. She whispered in my ear,
"When you are about to come, pull out so we get a cum-shot like the
ones in the porno flicks."

"You never liked those shots, remember?" I grinned up at her.
"Something about greasing your car...?"

"Shhhh...."

She worked herself up and down my shaft in a rocking motion, and I
got to the brink again. "Now," I gasped, and she lifted herself up and
forward, my cock popping out of her pussy, and resting in the crack of
her ass.

I spurted semen, the first spurt landing in the small of her back, the
second, not as powerful, just got to the top of her ass. The next spurts
just oozed out, covering her asshole.

"Thanks, Sweetie," she whispered, smiling.

79: "Saturday Night at the Movies" [1993] [tt2/16]

Candy announced that tonight was the premiere of her masterwork, the
project she had been working on for the past several weeks. Jennifer
was spending the night at Becky's again, and it was an ideal time for
Candy to show us her pet project.

After dinner, we moved into the Bijou, and settled into the theater
seats. Candy manipulated her remote: the lights dimmed, the curtain
moved back to reveal the television screen, the screen came to life.

The opening was very impressive. Candy had used the video overlay
card in our Apple to produce a clever "Twentieth Candy Fox" logo,
then shifted to a parody of the MGM logo, in which an extreme closeup
of Candy's pussy roared.

Then the feature started. Candy had clipped bits and pieces of our
home movies and feature films (both regular and xxx varieties) into an
entertaining and exciting blend.

I saw myself fucking Raquel Welch in "Fantastic Voyage", and Candy
took on Gort the Robot from "The Day the Earth Stood Still". Judy
made it with Leslie Nielson in "Forbidden Planet". Janie had a close
encounter with the Scarecrow in "The Wizard of Oz".

Then there was a sequence that depicted an orgy that never was,
intercutting some of our ambitious activities with Veronica and Val a
couple of years back, with some xxx cuts from the fuckflicks.

The last sequence was an intercutting montage involving Star Trek
characters, where Judy took on Capain Picard, Candy took on Captain
Kirk, and Janie got hold of Commander Riker, all of whom, strangely
enough, had my cock. I watched myself involved with Counselor Troi
(who proved to have Judy's tits and Candy's ass...) then with Lt. Yar,
who had Janie's body.

Now I knew why Candy had collected all those "body" shots without
showing faces.

We stood and applauded as the film ended, with a reverse-action tape
of the shot I described in the last story: my cock moved from full,
throbbing erection down to its flaccid state...

Candy stood, and did a little curtsy.

Janie reached over and checked the state of my arousal. "That really
turned you on, didn't it, Honey?" she whispered.

"Quite a show."

She kissed my ear, her tongue darting out momentarily to probe my ear
canal.

Judy was watching interestedly. "You think we should try for an
encore?"

We filed out of the theater in a close bunch, Candy turning off the
equipment and lights with her remote. We headed for our King-size
bed, undressing quickly, and cuddling under a sheet. Hands and fingers
were moving over bodies, finding tickle spots and sensitive areas.

We shifted positions, until I found my face tucked in Judy's crotch, my
tongue dancing over her labia and clit.

Judy's face was buried in Janie's pussy, and Janie's was in Candy's and
Candy was making a lollipop of my cock.

After a few minutes of groaning and gasping, Candy said "End Swap!"
and we turned around in place... I was now eating Candy, Candy had
Janie, Janie did Judy, and Judy did me.

You could feel the vibrations in the air; there was an electrical charge
to the room. If we could harness the power, we could light the house
for a week...

Candy started the orgasmic chain, and her legs squeezed against my
ears. Then--from the sound of it, since my mouth was still busy and my
face still in Candy's crotch--Judy let go, and Janie was not far behind.
I was last, partly because when Judy started to orgasm, she let go of
my cock.

Judy crawled up my body, and slipped my sword into her sheath, and
still breathless from her orgasm, began using her yoga trick. Her pussy
milked my cock, almost literally swallowing it, until I arched my back,
pushing as deeply into her as possible, popping my load into the
deepest recesses of her cunt.

We snuggled up together in the bed and slept.

80: "Toto, I Don't Think We're in Kansas Anymore" [1993]
[tt2/17]

HALLOWEEN: One of the more ideal holidays; you don't have
extensive shopping, it's over in one night, and there aren't a lot of silly
halloween specials in the month preceeding the day.

It's the one day when adults can dress up in funny clothes and party
like kids; it's the day when kids can dress up like adults and still party.
Kids love the candy, adults love the candy... an ideal holiday.

This particular year, we were hosting a Halloween party; actually two
parties. One early, for Jennifer's friends, and one later, for our adult
friends; some from the defunct sf club, others from Janie's office, from
Candy's telephone staff, and a couple from my place of work. Judy got
left out in this regard, since she worked solo, but she knew most of the
people we invited.

The kids loved their party, and set out from our house to trick-or-treat,
then returned for some games. Their parents picked all of them up by
9:00, when our adult party was to start.

The Trinity and I dressed up like the characters from The Wizard of
Oz; Janie was Dorothy, I was the Scarecrow, Judy became the Tin
Woodsman, and Candy was the Lion. Jennifer had decided that she
wanted to be a clown.

There were several interesting costumes. One couple arrived as a snake
charmer in turban and shavar-kamise and his wife was the snake, with a
cobra hood. One of the science-fiction gang came as a kzinti warrior
(sort of a large orange cat, with fangs and a gun). Another was a fairy,
with a flesh-colored leotard and strategic spangles and wings. We had a
Robin Hood, and Peter Pan, a couple of witches, even a Frankenstein's
Monster.

Jennifer went off to bed after Janie took off the clown makeup.

We drank a little too much, made altogether too much noise, and
enjoyed ourselves tremendously; then at about midnight they all went
home.

I was about to turn out the porch lights, and we could get out of our
costumes, when the doorbell rang.

Candy and Judy were just behind me as I opened the door. A familiar
face looked up at me, astonished.

"Toto," she said, looking down at an invisible dog, "I don't think we're
in Kansas anymore."

We laughed. "Come in, come in," Candy said.

Dorothy came in. "I called, and whoever answered the phone said you
were having a party. So I decided to come over and..."

You might remember Dorothy from the original set of stories. She was
featured in the chapter titled "Virgin Sacrifice". She lived in Alabama,
and had been travelling through our area when she stayed at our house
overnight, a good many years back. She had kept in touch,
infrequently, through the years.

It turns out that she was travelling again, and was in our city tonight;
she wanted to know if we could spare a room for the night. Sure, why
not?

I sat and talked with Dorothy while the girls got out of their costumes
and makeup. When they came back, wrapped in bathrobes, I got out of
my outfit and took a shower.

When I came back, the girls had gotten caught up on her life and times,
as I had during our conversation earlier. She was recently divorced, and
had taken a new job. It looked like she had shed a few pounds since I
had last seen her, but she was still on the 'fat' side.

The chit-chatting continued for a time. After a while I noticed that
Candy's bathrobe was "accidentally" drooping open, and one of her
breasts was visible. Dorothy's eyes were apparently drawn to it as well.
She finally could resist no longer, and slipped out of her chair, and
stepped over to Candy and kissed her, dropping one hand to caress the
exposed tit.

Candy reached up and put her arms around Dorothy's body, and pulled
her down into her lap. Dorothy reclined against Candy and the arm of
the sofa, kissing Candy, and stroking her breast.

Judy, on the other end of the sofa, lifted Dorothy's legs up into her lap,
and removed her shoes, rubbing her feet. Her hands moved slowly up
Dorothy's legs, massaging them, until she reached the top of her legs
and she stroked Dorothy's crotch through her pants.

Janie got up and came over to me, and sat on my lap, kissing my cheek
lightly as we watched Judy and Candy in action.

Candy, while still necking with Dorothy, unbuttoned Dorothy's blouse
with one hand, and kneaded her breasts through her black lace bra. The
other hand was behind Dorothy's back, and she managed to unhook the
bra, which popped up loosely, allowing Candy to slip her hand
underneath.

Judy had worked up to the waistband of Dorothy's slacks, and
unfastened them. She pulled down the zipper, loosening the top of the
slacks. Slowly, she eased the slacks down, Dorothy adjusting her hips a
bit to allow Judy to pull them off of her. She was wearing a pair of
black lace briefs, which barely covered her dark pubic hair. Judy slipped
the panties down and off.

Dorothy lifted her knees, opening her pussy for Judy's fingers, which
tickled her labia, and brushed her clit. From my chair, I could see the
beginnings of moisture trickling down Dorothy's slit.

I slipped my hand into Janie's bathrobe, cupping a soft, warm breast in
my hand, her nipple expanding between my fingers. Janie settled a little
firmer against me, her head against my neck. She unfastened the robe
belt, allowing her robe to slip open wider.

Judy slipped out from under Dorothy's legs, and bent down between
her legs, putting her face into Dorothy's slit. The effect on Dorothy
was immediate, as she arched her back, and put her legs over Judy's
shoulders, holding her in place.

I slid my hand down Janie's soft, warm body, and located the furry
patch between her legs. She adjusted one leg a bit, and my hand slid
down between her thighs, and tickled her pussy lips. She was wet, and
my fingertips slid between her lips into the warmth of her vagina. I put
two fingers into her vagina, my thumb pressing against her clit. She
moaned with pleasure, and turned her head, kissing my neck.

Dorothy was moaning, too, and as I looked over, I could see that she
was shaking, bucking her hips into Judy's face, as she continued to kiss
Candy.

Judy raised up a bit, and Dorothy dropped her legs off her shoulders.
Candy broke the kiss, and Dorothy sat up, visibly shaking. She lay back
on the other end of the sofa, and Candy moved down between her legs,
as Judy, on her knees in front of the sofa, bent over, taking Dorothy's
nipples in her hands, licking and sucking on each in turn.

Candy pressed her face into Dorothy's crotch, and Dorothy began to
moan again.

Janie moved in my lap, lifting herself up, letting her robe slide out from
under her. My cock was trying to escape from my robe, poking up
through the opening in front of me. Janie maneuvered herself, so that
my cock slipped up between her thighs. She squeezed her legs together
around it, its dark purple head poking just above her thighs.

She rolled her fingertips over the sensitive head of my cock, as I
fingered her nipples, as we kissed, deeply.

I slid my other hand down her back, my fingers following her spine to
the crack of her ass, slipping around the curve, moving past the pucker
of her anus to her slit, which was extremely wet and slippery. Even
with the tightness caused by her clamping her thighs together around
my cock, it was easy to slip a finger into her pussy, and she moaned
into my mouth as it slipped in.

A gasp and an almost-scream from the couch caused us to break our
kiss and look over, as Dorothy was bouncing, with Candy's face in her
crotch, and the force of her orgasm.

I worried that the noise might wake Jennifer, but if she had slept
through our party earlier, one screaming orgasm probably wouldn't
bother her. Anyway, she didn't come out of her room to find out what
was going on.

Janie brushed the head of my cock with her fingertips and looked up at
me.

"You want a turn now, don't you, Honey?"

"Well..." I started.

She kissed me on the cheek. "Go ahead," she whispered. "I'll get mine
later." She slipped off my lap, and led me over to the sofa. Candy and
Judy moved out of the way. Dorothy stood up on quivering legs, to
embrace me. Janie sat down on the sofa, and I turned Dorothy around.
Janie opened her legs, and Dorothy knelt in front of the couch, putting
her face into Janie's crotch.

Dorothy's ass was stuck up before me, the juices from her pussy were
running down her legs. I knelt behind her, and slid my cock into her
pussy as she sucked on Janie's clit.

She pushed back against me as I began slow, deep strokes. She pushed
away from Janie, arching her back and meeting my thrusts with
backward movements of her ass. Despite her orgasm and wetness, she
was very tight, and I was rapidly approaching orgasm.

Janie read my face, and just as I reached the brink, she put her hands on
each side of Dorothy's head, and pulled her forward. I pulled my cock
out of her pussy, and Judy pinched it.

Dorothy slid down to the floor, turning over on her back. She raised
her knees, and I slid in between them, slipping my cock back into her
cunt. Janie knelt down at her head, one knee on each side of her head.
Dorothy raised her head, and Janie closed her knees under it, cradling
her head in her lap. I leaned forward, and Dorothy wrapped her legs
around my hips. I began small, slow strokes, and within a few
moments, Dorothy's pussy clamped down on my cock, as her body
shook with orgasm.

I looked up at Janie, and she nodded; I stroked twice more, putting me
over the edge of the abyss. I came hard into Dorothy's cunt, as she
gasped with each jerk of my body against hers.

She squeezed me with her legs, and sighed as I pulled out of her,
rolling over to the side. Janie bent over and kissed her lightly, then
Dorothy sat up.

"Time to get some sleep," Candy said, grinning. "Or at least go to
bed."

She and Judy stood Dorothy up, and led her down the hallway to
Judy's room. As they closed the door, Janie got up and wrapped her
robe around her beautiful body. I gathered up Dorothy's scattered
clothing and put it with her case inside Candy's empty bedroom. Janie
took my hand as we went down the hallway to our room.

As we passed Jennifer's door, Janie paused, opened her door softly and
peeked in. She closed the door silently. "Sound asleep," she said,
smiling up at me.

We went into our room, and Janie closed the door. We removed our
robes and climbed naked into bed.

We cuddled for a little bit, as Janie played with my cock, and I toyed
with her nipples, then I kissed my way down her body, until I reached
her crotch. She tilted her hips, and I twisted my tongue around her clit
as I put my fingers inside the wetness of her pussy.

All of the previous action had her ready, and she climaxed within a
short time, but I kept up my ministrations, and she rolled over into a
second powerful orgasm. I was going to go for three, when she
grabbed my ears, and pulled on them, her signal that she wanted me to
stop.

I returned to her side, and she pushed me over on my back. She
climbed up on top of me, sliding my cock into the warmth of her sweet
pussy, and lay on me, her arms around my sides, her legs tucked
comfortably at my hips.

She lay her head on my chest and sighed, contentedly.

I pulled a sheet over us, and wrapped my arms around her, my cock
about half-erect inside her; her favorite position to sleep in.

"Goodnight, Scarecrow," she whispered.

81: "A View to a Thrill" [1993] [tt3/18]

I believe I've mentioned to you that Candy has become quite a video
buff. Her 'spare money' is often invested in some new video toy; a
monitor, an editor, tripods, lights, little accessories.

One of these toys was a black and white camera, with extremely low-
light capability. The camera was small enough to be hidden in a pack of
cigarettes, and had a very thin, long cord to connect it to a hidden
recorder (she usually used a camcorder as her recorder). Candy
delighted in hiding it in unexpected places inside the house, and then
showing us the tapes later. Not that all of these were sexual in
orientation, but she had her share of that kind of tape, too.  Most
interesting to me were her hidden camera tapes that showed what
happened when I was not around, either at work, or gone shopping...
whatever.

One particular tape--I have it in the player right now so that I can
describe it properly--was made a couple of years back.

The tape shows Judy and Candy in bed together, and they are kissing.
They are on their sides, and I can see Judy's hands roaming freely over
Candy's back and ass while they kiss. Now Judy is moving down
Candy's body, as Candy rolls over to her back. (Candy knows she has
set up the camera, so she is conscious of the angles.) Judy takes each of
Candy's nipples between her lips, and even in the grainy black and
white, I can see Candy's nipples arouse, sticking up on her breasts like
little cocks, each one over an inch long.

Judy moves on down Candy's body, and crouches between Candy's
thighs. Candy pulls her knees up, hugging them toward her chest, and
Judy dives into the furry depths of Candy's pussy, using her fingers to
plunge deep into Candy's cunt, while her mouth hovers over her clit.

Candy wraps her legs around Judy's shoulders, holding her in tightly
against her groin. She takes her nipples between her fingers, twisting
and pulling them as Judy's mouth is obviously active on her clit. Judy's
elbow is moving back and forth, indicating her fingers plowing deep
into Candy's pussy.

Candy is orgasming; even though I think she is showboating for the
camera, her body is shaking. She arches her back, dropping her legs
down to the bed. Judy's fingers are still moving in Candy's cunt, but
Judy raises her head as Candy writhes on the bed. Candy reaches down
and pushes Judy's hand away, and grabs Judy by the hair, pulling her
up and over her.

They kiss, and roll over, with Judy on the bottom. Candy sits up,
straddling Judy's body, as Candy rolls Judy's breasts with her hands,
twisting and pulling on her nipples.

Candy then moves between Judy's thighs, and puts her fingers in Judy's
pussy, with both hands, opening her vagina up for the camera. I can see
Judy's clit, swollen and angry, just before Candy bends down and puts
her lips around it. Judy starts to buck, rolling her hips forward and
back. Candy's fingers slide in and out of Judy's pussy, and Judy rapidly
climaxes, her body flopping up and down on the bed.

Candy leans forward and kisses Judy's navel, and then slides on up
Judy's body, and the two girls embrace, holding each other tightly.
Candy looks up at the camera and grins and winks.

While I'm watching the tape and typing as fast as I can, my cock is
rock hard, but I type with both hands, and I can't wait to finish so that I
can get relief. Janie, Janie...

82: "It's a Dirty Story of a Dirty Man..." [1994] [tt2/7]

"Are you back on the computer again," Janie called from the kitchen.

"Yes," I called back. Judy and Candy had taken Jennifer to the mall for
school clothes. Janie was finishing up the dishes from dinner. I decided
to use the time to try to finish up the Trinity stories so I could ship
them off."

She came into the room and looked over my shoulder at the screen.
"Trinity Trilogy again?"

"Yeah, new series of stories. I've been telling them about that time
when Val and Veronica came through town."

"I wondered why that tape was missing. Let me read the stories."

I loaded the stories on the desktop, and slid out of the chair, letting
Janie take my place at the keyboard.

She started scanning through the stories, reading quickly. As she read,
one hand dropped down to her lap, the other on the 'down' key.
Slowly, I noticed her fingers inch downward. I smiled, realizing that she
was getting excited from reading the stories.

"I remember that," she mumbled, "Oh yes..."

She got to the point in story 5 where Val revealed her secret. She
turned to me and said, "You can't tell that part."

"I called Val last night and read her the story. She said I could post it.
You and I read the story differently than the people on Usenet. We
know who they are, and have our memories of them, and know what
details are changed in the story from reality. The people on Usenet
don't. They only know what I tell them, and don't have the tools to
track further."

Janie turned back to the screen. She finished what I had written thus
far, and leaned back in the chair.

"Have Judy and Candy read this yet?"

"Not yet. I've got to polish it up a bit yet, then send it to Shelby for
posting. But they'll read it before I mail the disk. What do you think?"

"Not bad... My part isn't big enough, but otherwise...."

I put my hands on her shoulders, and she leaned her head back. I kissed
her, and asked, "What do you suggest to make your part bigger?"

"You gave me two whole chapters in the first series." She turned the
chair around to face me. "Can't we think of something to do to fill
another chapter?"

She reached for my belt buckle, and deftly unfastened it, then opened
my pants. The fell down around my feet. She tugged the waistband of
my undershorts down, to reaveal my penis.

"Wake up, Little Tommy," she said, taking it in her hand. She stroked
it, and as it began to wake and get hard, she kissed the tip. Swirling her
tongue around the purplish head, she slowly moved her lips around it,
drawing it into her mouth.

"Mmmmmm," she hummed, then pulled back. "Doesn't writing those
stories get you hot?"

"If they didn't, I wouldn't write them," I smiled, pulling her out of the
chair into an embrace. I kissed her lips, tasting myself on her tongue,
which darted into and out of my mouth.

My hands drifted down to her ass, and I squeezed her cheeks gently. I
slid my hand around to the side of her skirt, and eased the button open,
and slid down the zipper. Her long skirt dropped to our feet.

I slipped my hands inside her panties, kneading the sweet softness of
her ass.

She broke the kiss, and said, "Close the door." I reached over and
pushed the door closed. "Better lock it," she said.

I had to let her go in order to lock the door. I stepped out of my pants
and walked over to . As I turned back, she was pulling her shirt over
her head, revealing her braless breasts, still as pert and pretty as I
remember them being all those years ago.

I pulled off my shirt, and reached down and pulled off my socks. She
stepped over to me. She pushed my undershorts down, as she dropped
to her knees in front of me. She took my cock into her mouth, reaching
around me, grasping my asscheeks. She deep-throated me, taking my
whole length into her mouth, making me gasp with pleasure.

She released my cock from her mouth, and slid on down to the floor. I
knelt beside her, and pulled her pink panties down, revealing her black
pubes. I slipped a finger down her slit, brushing past her clit into the
wetness below.

Janie raised her knees, and swung them out, moving her pelvis to open
herself to my touch.

I bent over, touching my lips to her belly, just below her navel. I kissed
my way down her body, rubbing my beard into her pubic hair, savoring
the scent of her body. Reaching her slit with my tongue, I slid it around
her clit, eliciting a groan of pleasure from her.

She reached over, and grabbed my cock, pulling me toward her. I
swung my leg over her, slipping into a sixty-nine position, as I moved
my head in between her thighs, plunging my tongue deep into her
pussy.

She took my cock into her mouth, tickling the tip of my cock with her
tongue. I returned the favor by moving my tongue back to her clit. I
reached my left hand around her leg, putting my fingers into her pussy,
supporting my weight on that elbow. That freed my other hand to reach
down and tickle the pink rosebud of her anus.

She began to moan with pleasure, her moans muffled by the appendage
in her mouth, but the vibrations of her voice on my cock were thrilling.
I doubled my efforts tonguing her clit, and she began to buck her hips
against my face.

She squeezed my fingers within her cunt, as a rush of orgasm swept
through her. She shook as her pussy muscles contracted. I held on
tightly, pushing my mouth against her, keeping my tongue in constant
motion against her clit, and a second rush began, sweeping over her.
She released my cock from her mouth.

"Oh.....gaaaaaawwdddddd.......Aaaaahhhh!"

She pushed me over to my side, and sat up, pulling her hips away from
my face. She quickly moved around me, pushing me over onto my
back, and straddling my hips. She posed a moment over my cock, then
sat down on it, plunging its full length into her cunt.

She held my cock inside her, squeezing it with her vaginal muscles. She
had taken some lessons from Judy, and while I really loved practicing
with her, she had never quite gotten Judy's trick down.

She leaned forward, brushing her nipples across my chest, and kissed
me. I held her close, as she moved her hips, gently pulling me in and
out of her.

"Oh god, Tom... Oooohhhhh!" A third orgasm crashed over her, and
she squeezed my cock with the force of it.

I held her tightly, and rolled us over, with me on top. She wrapped her
feed around my knees, and I rolled my hips, holding her tightly as my
cock slid in and out of her hot, wet pussy.

I reached the brink, and hovered on the edge, slowing my thrusts,
squeezing my asscheeks together, and then I exploded, my balls
unloading into her.

"Does everyone get to enjoy sex like this?" Janie finally whispered.

"From what I hear, not everyone is as lucky as we are. That's why they
like to read the stories."

"Mmmmm." She closed her eyes. I held her as I rolled us over onto our
sides, to take my weight from off of her.

She opened her eyes and looked directly into mine and smiled. "Now
do I get my chapter?"

"Darling, I think you just did." I laughed. "Want to try for two?"

83: "We interrupt this story" [1994] [tt2/8]

"Wait just a damn minute," Judy said, mock-angrily. "Janie gets a
chapter just by asking for it, and making love to you at the computer?"

"Well..." I stammered, trying to think fast.

Judy smiled. She closed the distance between us, stepping up beside me
at the computer desk, where I had been editing the previous story. Judy
put her fingers through my hair, pulling my head closer to her,
pillowing it between her ample, full breasts. The thin material of her
tee-shirt did little to restrict the movement of her braless breasts.

I turned my head, catching one nipple between my lips.

Judy giggled, and moved away. I thought she was leaving as she
headed for the door, and started to get up. But she just closed the door
as she reached it, and turned the lock.

She turned back to me, pulling her tee-shirt over her head in a single
movement. The look in her eyes was smoky and hot. Her hands
dropped to her skirt, and with a little shake, the skirt dropped to the
floor. She wasn't wearing panties. She stepped naked toward me.

I had sat back down in the desk chair. She straddled me, reaching her
arms around me. I settled into the embrace, opening my lips as she
kissed me, her tongue trying to find my tonsils.

I slid my hands down and around her hips, massaging her rear cheeks,
working my fingers toward the crack of her ass, and the wet slit close
by.

As my fingertips touched her wide-open labia, she raised herself a bit,
allowing me to take one nipple, then the other between my lips, tickling
the tips with my tongue.

She rubbed her hips against my body, leaving traces of wetness on the
lower part of my shirt. She moaned with pleasure as my fingers entered
her pussy, my thumb brushing against her clit.

Judy leaned back, pulling her breast from my mouth, and started
unbuttoning my shirt. She ran her fingertips through the scant hair on
my chest.

She got off my lap, pulling me up out of the chair. She unfastened my
trousers, and they dropped to the floor. My cock was tenting my
undershorts, and she dropped down to her knees, pulling the
undershorts down, freeing my cock, which poked into Judy's face. She
grabbed the tip between her lips, sucking the moisture from my cock.

She swirled her tongue under the head of my penis, as I stepped out of
my trousers and undershorts.

Judy dropped down to all fours, and turned her ass towards me. I
dropped down behind her, bent over, and kissed her ass. She dropped
her head towards the floor, opening her ass and pussy to me.

I bent between her legs, and licked at her cunt, my chin diddling her
clit, my nose pressed against her anus. She was flowing freely from her
pussy, a sweet, musky scent filling the air.

"Come on, Tom, you know what I want." she breathed.

I raised up, and slid my cock into her cunt from behind. It went in
easily, sliding all the way to the base. She was very wet and very
slippery.

"Fuck me, Tom... Fuck me hard."

I started to pump, my hips slapping against her ass, an unmistakable
sound of sex. Judy started to moan at each powerful thrust. She started
to shiver, and her vocalizations got louder as she started to contract her
pussy around my cock.

The orgasm swept through her, then she stuck one hand in her mouth
to keep from screaming as a second, more powerful orgasm swept
behind the first.

She raised back up to all fours, and started thrusting back against me. I
groaned as my orgasm began, and spurted into her hot, wet cunt.

We both fell to the floor, panting. She turned around and held on
tightly. When we had almost caught our breath, she whispered, "Do
remember the night in Chicago? The night when we went out..."

"Yeah," I said. "I remember. How could I forget that?"

Originally, the story was interrupted here by the story, "Chicago
Heights", which in this chonological repost is now chapter 14.

Judy stood up and retrieved her clothing, slipping back into her tee-
shirt and skirt. I pulled on my shirt and trousers, and we went into the
family room, where Jennifer, Candy and Janie were watching television.
Janie and Candy were on the sofa, and Jennifer was in the recliner
chair.

Janie looked up at us, smiling. "Did you get your chapter, Judy?"

Judy grinned back, "I got a chapter _and_ a flashback."

Jennifer looked puzzled. She asked "Chapter of what?"

"Never mind, honey," I said, stroking her head. She smiled and went
back to the tv show. I sat down on the couch beside Candy, and Judy
slid in beside me.

Candy turned towards me and whispered, "So when is it my turn?"
~Subject: REPOST ttR13/14 The Trinity Trilogy: The Novel ~From:
shelbyb@iglou.iglou.com (Shelby Bush)

* * * * * * * *

84: "Candy is _Still_ Dandy" [1994] [tt2/10]

Jennifer was sent off to bed right after "The X-Files" went off. Candy
switched over to "20/20".

Janie yawned, saying that she was tired, and ready to go to bed. As she
got up and headed to our room, Judy also got up. I glanced down the
hall and noticed that both of them went into our bedroom.

Candy snuggled up next to me on the sofa, laying her head over on my
shoulder. She was on my left, and she swung her left hand over into my
lap.

As we watched Barbara Walters and Hugh Downs, her hand inched up
my thigh, until her fingertips were brushing against my balls.

She lifted her head from my shoulder and turned her face to me,
smiling. I kissed her, then getting into the kiss, I pulled her around to
an embrace. Her hand moved up my groin, pressing against my cock,
which was coming to life again.

My tongue reached deeply into her mouth as she fumbled with my
zipper, finally working it open, allowing my now-erect penis to pop
out. She gripped my cock in her hand, working the head with her
thumb as we kissed.

She broke the kiss, and with one hand on my cock, reached for the
remote control, turning off the television. "The hell with that," she said.

She stood up, and since my cock was still tightly gripped, I stood up
too. Candy started down the hallway toward her room, using my cock
like a pull-toy, pulled me along behind her.

She closed the door behind us, and turned, taking me in her arms with
another deep, wet kiss. I reached behind her, and unfastened the button
on her skirt, whereupon it dropped to the floor. I wrapped my hands
around her panty-covered asscheeks, pulling her as close as possible to
me.

Breaking the kiss, gasping for breath, Candy whispered, "Let's go to
bed!"

She clicked off the light, and in the dim light filtering in from outdoors,
I saw her pull off her tee-shirt and panties and climb into the bed. I
stripped off my clothes and slid in beside her.

I kissed her face, then worked my way down her chest until I reached
her gloriously long nipples, drawing first one, then the other into my
mouth, swirling my tongue around them until they stuck out on the
globes of her breasts like little missiles. Turning my body as I went, I
kissed on down her belly, drawing my tongue down her navel, plowing
my nose through her dark pubic hair, reaching the damp slit between
her legs.

She lifted her knees to give me more room, opening her slit to me as I
plunged my tongue deeply into her pussy, tasting the sweet honey of
her pussy. She gripped my cock, pulling it toward her mouth, as I
moved back up to her hooded clit.

Sucking my cock deeply into her mouth, she gasped as I pushed my
fingers into her cunt, pushing upward on the inside of her vaginal wall,
finding the familiar spot that made her shiver and shake.

As I sucked on her hood and clit, I pushed a fingertip against her g-spot
until she writhed under me. She released my cock from her mouth,
gasping, "I'm going to come, I'm coming....
Aaaaaaaaooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!"

She arched her back, pulling her clit away from my mouth, clamping
her legs together on my hand, holding it in place. I continued to wiggle
my finger within her pussy, as her cunt clamped down on my fingers in
the throes of her orgasm.

As the contractions diminished, she released my hand, and sat up. I met
her sitting position, and she kissed me, licking her own juices from my
face.

She grabbed me and lay back, pulling me on top of her. I maneuvered
between her legs, and my cock slid into her pussy. She wrapped her
feet behind my knees, and as I moved my hips, thrusting into her, she
met each thrust with one of her own.

I was nearing orgasm. She sensed it, and stopped moving, releasing her
hold on my knees.

"Wait," she said, "I want you to come in my ass."

I pulled back, slipping out of her pussy, and sat back. She pulled her
legs up, turned over, and stuck her ass up in front of me. I placed my
cock, still slippery with her juices at the entrance to her pink rosebud
anus.

She pushed back against me, and my cock slid easily into her ass. It
was tight, and it was warm. Candy moaned, and moved forward, and
back, fucking herself in the ass with my dick.

"Hold it," I said, catching her ass, "I'm about to come."

She pushed back, impaling herself deeply on my cock, squeezing her
sphincter muscles around my shaft. I came, pumping out another load
of semen into her tight hole. I fell forward upon her, and she collapsed
onto the bed, my cock still held firmly in her ass.

"Roll over," she said softly, "but leave it in if you can..."

We rolled over onto our sides, my cock still inside her, and I pulled a
sheet over us. I held her close, one hand on her breast and nipple.

My cock slipped softly out of her ass, deflated. She giggled. "Well, was
that worth at least a chapter?"

85: "All Good Things..." [1994] [tt2/20]

Janie scanned through the story on the computer screen. "I see that
you're planning this to be the last posting for a while."

"Yeah. I'm tapped out."

"You said that last time."

"But after I posted the last story in the first series, I kept remembering
stuff I should have written about." I stepped up behind her, and looked
at what she was currently reading. It was the Star Trek dream.

"Did you really have this dream?"

"Yes, I did. Exactly like that. I've been wanting to develop it into a
story for the Trekkie porn forum, but I couldn't make it gel; there was
no conclusion to it. I had to tell it like I did; a dream; a part of a
present-day fantasy."

"Fascinating." Janie arched her eyebrow, Spock fashion.

I laughed.

"What are you going to do for the last story?"

"I've got an idea, but I'm open to suggestions. You have any ideas?"

"Maybe." A small smile passed over her face, a lusty spark glittered in
her eyes.

We heard the telephone ring, but knew that Jennifer would answer it;
she's getting a lot of calls now that she's going on thirteen.

Janie slipped her hands down and raised her skirt, and shifted forward
in the swivel chair. I knelt down in front of the chair, and kissed her
knees, and then, alternating thighs, kissed my way up to her black-
pantied crotch. I diddled her slit with my chin through her panties, and
she leaned farther back, lifting her hips slightly, and pulled the panties
down from under her butt. I sat back, and pulled the panties on down
her legs.

She parted her knees again, and I leaned back to her pussy, slipping my
tongue down her slit, past her clit and into the entrance to her pussy.

Janie was starting to moan as a knock sounded at the door.

"Daddy?"

I wiped my face as I got up to go to the door. Janie dropped her skirt
down over her knees.

I opened the door. Jennifer said, "The phone's for you."

"Thanks, Honey."

I went back to the computer desk and picked up the phone.

It was Val. But she was crying. Sam had gone to work this morning
and had keeled over at his desk. Heart attack. He had always been
overweight since I had known him, and he smoked like a chimney.

And now he was gone.

We all went to the funeral; as I write this, it's about a week since we
got back. Val was very upset while we were there, but she appreciated
the fact that we all made the journey.

I know, it's a downer ending a series this way. It's a downer for us,
too. But life is like that. Just as you think things couldn't be better,
something happens to bring you back to reality.

But Val has kept in almost constant contact with us since we've been
back. She says she has nothing to keep her there where she had lived
with Sam for 30-plus years; Veronica is living in Kansas, and Val hates
Kansas. Too flat. She's considering moving to our city, to be near
friends she loves.

86: "Fourplay" [1994] [tt3/1]

I worked late that night. There was a discrepancy in some data that I
was chunking through the computer that had to be resolved before I
could find a way to escape. When I pulled into the garage, the house
was dark.

I didn't bother with lights as I went into the house. That's dangerous in
a house where there were four women who might decide to rearrange
the furniture, but I could see well enough just from the lights filtering in
from the street outside.

I went into Jennifer's room and kissed her forehead, pulling her covers
up around her. She won't let me "tuck her in" anymore; she's growing
up so damned fast. But I still go in after she's asleep and do it anyway.

Judy's door was open as I passed it. I glanced in. She was not there.
Candy's door was closed. I headed for the bathroom, then went to my
room.

I eased the door open, and closed it behind me. The shades were
pulled, the room was in nearly complete darkness. Even though my
eyes were adjusted to the semi-darkness of the rest of the house, I
could see nothing. I undressed and slid into "my side" of the king-sized
bed. As I moved into the bed, I felt a warm body, and I snuggled up
next to it.

Janie's voice sounded sleepy. "Hi, Honey. Get it all worked out?"

"Most of it."

She rolled over, to face me, her lips kissing my neck, a warm, perfumed
scent rising from her naked body, as she snuggled up to me. She
reached one arm around my waist, pulling me close.

There was movement on the bed behind her. My eyes now adjusted to
the darkness of our room, I glanced up so see Judy roll over to join our
embrace, her arm reaching around Janie to rest her hand on my butt.
Judy smiled up at me sleepily, then closed her eyes.

Again there was movement. Candy was in the bed, too. I raised my
head as she slipped out of the far edge of the bed, walked around the
foot of the bed, and climbed in on my side. She snuggled up behind me,
warm and naked.

My mind was still grappling with the computer problem, and while I
tried to drift off to sleep, I kept "seeing" rows of data, numbers
scrolling across the monitor in my head.

Janie snored softly, Judy sighed in her sleep. I lay with my arms full,
sandwiched between the warm, soft, sexy bodies, but I just could not
relax.

Behind me, Candy seemed to sense my tension. She reached up and
kneaded my shoulders. It helped. I leaned backwards into the massage,
gently, trying not to wake Janie. Candy moved against me, and kissed
my cheek.

I turned over gently. Janie snuggled up under my arm in her sleep.
Candy ran a hand down my body, brushing my cock. Candy chuckled
softly when it jerked under her hand. She wrapped her fingers around
it, stroking gently as it expanded under her touch.

Candy gently moved down under the covers, and fastened her lips
around the tip end of my cock, and sucked on it, bringing my erection
to its fullness. She rolled her tongue around the glans, then took me
deeply into her mouth, deep-throating me.

She moved my hips over to one side as she stroked; when she had me
separated from Janie far enough to put her knee in, she climbed on top
of me, lowering her wet pussy over my shaft, and sitting back, raised
the covers so that I could see her breasts. I reached for them, but she
sat upright, pushing my hands away.

Janie roused a bit at the cooler air when the covers were pulled back.
She raised her head and peered at Candy sitting on my cock. She
looked at me, smiled, and pushed herself up to kiss me deeply and
softly. Janie rubbed her breasts against me, and the arm I had around
her slipped down, so that I could slip my fingers down the crack of her
ass.

I moved past the pucker of her anus to her slit, as she pulled her body
closer to me, and farther over me. Judy was lying there, her eyes about
half open, watching us.

Janie gathered one leg under her, opening her slit to my fingers, as I
slipped first one digit, then two, into her sweet pussy.

Candy was still motionless, sitting on my cock. Well, outwardly
motionless.

She had been taking yoga lessons from Judy, and was trying them out.
She was contracting the muscles of her vagina around my cock. She
didn't quite have the sequence right, but she was trying. She gets an
"A" for effort...

Judy sat up, and adjusted Janie's hips, pulling them away from my
digital probing temporarily, turning her so that her pussy was open for
Judy's mouth, which nuzzled into Janie's crotch. I was able to move
my hand back up Janie's thigh, and Judy licked around my fingers as I
stroked Janie's clit and pussy lips. Janie broke our kiss, and lay back
upon my chest, her breasts upthrust, the nipples erect.

Candy leaned over, and took one of Janie's nipples between her lips,
and my cock moved in her pussy. I heard Candy moan, then she
straightened back up, and started moving in little circles, grinding her
clit against my pubic bone.

Janie gasped, and shuddered, as an orgasm swept through her. Judy
started to pull back, but Janie grabbed her head, and held it in place.
Judy continued to suck on Janie's clit, and a second rush of orgasm
rolled over Janie, causing her body to shiver.

I could feel the heat of Candy's pussy growing more powerful, as she
rotated over my body, when she arched her back, and gasped, "Yesss!"
Her pussy clamped down on my cock, and she rocked her hips forward
and backwards.

As her contractions slowed, she rolled off of me. Janie rolled over, and
Judy turned around, so that I could bury my face in Judy's garden of
delights. Her pussy was very wet, and her clit erect and sensitive; I
rolled my tongue around it gently, inserting my fingers into her pussy,
crooking one back towards me, stroking the inside of her vaginal wall.

In short order, Judy was bucking her hips, poised on the edge of the
chasm, when one small push from my tongue washed her over the
embankment, and she fell headlong into the ocean of orgasm.

She squeezed my fingers with her pussy as she came, then as her
contractions lessened, she sat up, and pulled me up and over her. She
raised her knees up, her legs curled around mine. My cock slipped into
her cunt almost on its own accord.

I began slow strokes, and she met me, stroke for stroke, using a pelvic
thrust. The rhythm sped up. She squeezed my cock within her on each
stroke, until, finally, I exploded within her, and collapsed on top of her.

We panted together for a moment or two before we re-sorted ourselves
in the bed, Janie and Judy tucked under my arms, Candy behind Janie,
her arm reaching over, with her fingers in my navel. The girls were
soon breathing evenly or snoring softly.

The computer data no longer scrolled through my mind; I slept like the
dead.

87: "Groovin' on a Sunday Afternoon" [1994] [tt3/11]

I believe I have mentioned that Janie works for a banking corporation,
and this was the major reason we moved to the city in which we now
reside. She must have impressed someone at work, because she was
recently named head of her department, and made a vice-president.
While we know that banks ordinarily have more vice-presidents than
bathrooms, it was still an honor, and meant a little more money in our
operating fund.

But being named a vice president meant that she was subject to being
called into meetings in the bank's main office in Pittsburgh. And that is
what happened a couple of weeks back.

Janie and I boarded a private plane Friday evening, along with several
other couples, and were whisked off to Pittsburgh, and put up in one of
the better hotels in that city. The next morning, Janie went to the
corporate meetings, and I was left behind at the hotel. Midday, I was
invited with the other spouses (most of whom were female) to a special
lunch.

I didn't see Janie all day, until she returned to the hotel to dress for
dinner, which was in a fancy restaurant. Frankly, I felt a little out of
place, but The Bank was paying for it.

We were allowed to sleep late the next morning, since the flight home
wasn't scheduled until that evening. We planned to do a little sight-
seeing in the city, but when we got up around noon on Sunday, we
looked out the window on a fairly strong rainstorm.

"So much for sight-seeing," Janie said, looking out at the rain.

"Gee, what can we do for the next few hours?" I asked, grinning at her.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, and pulled herself up to kiss
me. "I guess we'll think of something..."

We ordered breakfast from room service, and after we had gorged
ourselves, we set the tray in the hall and hung the 'do not disturb' sign
on the door. I dropped my bathrobe--my only garment--on the floor
and climbed into the bed. Janie rummaged in her bag, then she too
dropped her robe and climbed in beside me. We cuddled for a long
time, my fingers trailing over her luscious little body, as we shared
warm, loving, wet kisses.

Finally, she reached under her pillow, then pushed me over on my back,
climbing over my body to straddle my belly. I trailed my hands up her
legs, over her hips and up to her apple-sized breasts, pert and proud,
her nipples erect and pointed.

When I look in the mirror and see the grey sprouting in my beard and
hair, I see the years going by faster and faster. But I look at Janie, and
believe that the years don't move at all. To me, she looks the same as
she did when I first met her fourteen years back. It's hard to believe
that body bore our daughter twelve years ago.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked.

I realized that my eyes had gone out of focus. I smiled up at her. "You.
You don't get any older, do you?"

She grinned. "You're sweet. But I think your memory needs some
work." She leaned forward and kissed me. She leaned back again, and
brushed her hair behind her shoulders. She showed me what she had in
her hand--a little bottle--and a smile spread over her face.

She wiggled back down my body, trailing a wet path from her juices
down my belly, until she had moved past my penis, and was sitting over
my thighs. She took my cock in one hand, running her fingers lightly
over the shaft.

"Now, let me..." she leaned over to one side, and moved one knee
between my legs. I moved the leg she had freed to the side, and she
leaned in the other direction, and put her other knee between my legs,
kneeling now between my opened legs.

She opened the little bottle, and the scent of banana wafted into the air.
She poured some of the oil into her hand, closed the bottle, and set it
aside. She rubbed her hands together, warming the oil, then spread it
gently over my cock and balls.

Softly, she began kneading my scrotum, rubbing the scented oil into my
skin, pulling at the soft skin, softly fondling my testicles in her fingers.

Then she moved to the shaft of my cock, starting at the base, working
her way slowly to the tip. She held the shaft with one hand, and rubbed
the head with the other, almost as if she was trying to unscrew the end.

I was in heaven. She began to stroke the underside of the head of my
cock with her thumb, making small circles, squeezing the head just a
little bit as she slowly moved her fingers around the shaft, and lower to
my scrotum and balls. She moved down behind my scrotum to a point
about halfway between my balls and asshole, and pressed upwards,
against my prostate. My cock jumped as she pushed the spot, and a
spurt of lubricating precum rolled out of the end of my cock. Janie
leaned forward and ran her tongue around the head of my cock, licking
off the clear ooze, and licked her lips.

My balls started to tighten. Janie noticed, and moved her hands down
my shaft, reducing the stimulation. She held my cock upright, its head
angry and purple.

Janie bent over again and kissed the tip of my cock, then crawled up
my body. I kissed her lips, tasting the banana-flavored oil, and held her
tight.

I rolled us over on her back, and with another banana-flavored kiss, slid
down her body, kissing her breasts, and belly, until I was between her
thighs, with her pussy open before me.

I located the oil, and poured some on my hand, and closed the bottle
again. I warmed the oil, and gently spread it over her genitals, then
began to rub it into her outer labia, until they puffed up under my
touch. I ran my fingertips slowly around her clit, and felt its warmth
throbbing under my fingers. I worked slowly and deliberately, all
around her hot slit, then slipped my fingertips between her labia down
into the wetness within. I slowly worked around her outer vagina,
rubbing the oil into the folds of skin, working my fingers slowly deeper,
and deeper still. My longest finger touched the hardness of her cervix,
touching the little indentation in the center.

My index finger crooked back, stroking the upper interior surface of
her pussy, and located the sensitive g-spot. As my finger probed it, she
clamped down on my fingers. I held my hand perfectly still, and placed
the other on her lower belly. "Relax, Honey... breathe deeply...
deeply..."

Her vaginal muscles relaxed, and I continued to move my two fingers
slowly inside her. I moved my thumb up beside her clit, and moved it in
large circles around her clit, without touching the clit itself.

I extended my pinky finger, and it brushed over her tight little pink
rosebud anus. I put the tip of my pinky in the center of her pucker, and
pressed it easily into her. She inhaled sharply, and quivered. I held my
hand still, and reminded her "breathe deeply..."

I moved my hand in a rocking motion, pressing alternately my thumb
near her clit, my pinky into her ass. Janie was breathing deeply, and her
body started shivering. I held my other hand on her lower belly, and I
felt the contractions begin; she clamped down on my hand, pressing
herself into my hand, shaking with the intensity of her orgasm.

As she relaxed again, I slowly removed my hand, and crawled up to lie
beside her on the bed. She clung tightly to me, rubbing her breasts
against my chest, wrapping one leg around my hips, trapping my cock
between our bodies, kissing me with a passion she rarely showed.

She pulled me over on top of her, reaching down to guide my cock into
her hot pussy. I slid easily into her, and she squeezed her pussy around
my cock, holding me in place, as she kissed me deeply. When she broke
the kiss, she put her mouth near my ear, whispering "I love you, Tom;
take me, fuck me, Tom, come inside me... "

I moved my hips, drawing my cock in and out of her pussy, and she
began to move under me, meeting each thrust with one of her own,
squeezing my cockhead on the outstroke, rubbing against my pubic
bone on the instroke, until I was ready to burst. I moaned softly, and
she pushed hard against me, as I drove my cock as far as I could inside
her; as I came, she climaxed again, her pussy squeezing my cock as it
began to spurt inside her, the rush of semen so strong it hurt.

We collapsed together, rolling over to our sides, my cock still firmly
inside her, and she wrapped her leg around my hips, holding me tightly,
kissing me gently on the neck, until we drifted into a sweet sleep...

88: "The Venus Butterfly" [1994] [tt3/12]

Where I grew up, we had about fifty acres of land covered with forest.
I loved to walk in the woods, the dry leaves on the forest floor, the
scent of the trees... I found myself back in those woods, strolling
through them again. I remember that stream.... that boulder... that tree,
where my mother had inscribed her initials when she was twelve... I
wandered through the familiar forest, enjoying myself.

A sound from above stopped me in my tracks. I scanned the tree
branches, hoping to see a raccoon, or an opossum as I had in my youth,
but expecting to see a squirrel hiding on the far side of the treetrunk.
But there, right above my head, was... something ...hanging from the
branch of the tree.

I moved around under the ...thing, looking up at it, moving to where
the light was shining on it better. It looked like a bundle of old clothes,
tied up in a plastic bag and hung over the branch. But I could see no
rope attached, no way to recover the bundle...

The wind blew, and leaves moved overhead, and a shaft of sunlight hit
the bundle for just a moment, giving me the impression of green
plastic... Then the bundle moved.

And moved again. There was something alive in the plastic!

I moved back, not knowing what might happen next, but I continued to
watch the bundle, as it swung from the branch, then the side of the
bundle split open, and a black mass started to emerge from the plastic.

I stood there, slack-jawed and buggy-eyed, watching ...whatever it
was..., a mass of what looked to be a wad of velvet slowly move out of
the split in the side of the ...thing.

As I watched, I was astonished to see a human arm emerge from the
black ...velvet.... and grasp the ...plastic... then another arm... The arms
wrapped around the upper part of the plastic thing, then a ...human leg,
and another leg... the legs wrapped around the lower part of the plastic
thing...

I had no way of guaging time. Time had stood still, as I watched the
black mass pulse... and vibrate... and unfold. The black mass became a
pair of large, black butterfly wings. Black, with spots of iridescent blue,
and tiny white dots... The wings fluttered, experimentally, then more
strongly, and the huge butterfly fluttered to the ground, to softly land
on the matted leaves.

Curiosity drew me closer... Seeing it up in the tree, it looked smaller,
but here on the ground, it became clear that the wingspread on the
butterfly was huge... over twelve feet. As I neared, the creature raised
up... on the human-like legs I had seen earlier?

The wings were facing toward me, then the butterfly turned around to
face me. The body of the butterfly was not an insect. It was a perfect
human form, definitely female. Its head was down, its face was not
visible, but the small breasts were tipped with tiny erect nipples, she
had a slim waist, and a dark patch of pubic hair. She looked up, and the
face was... familiar...

She stepped toward me, the wings fluttering slightly. She wrapped her
arms around my neck, and our lips met; a deep, wet, sweet kiss. A
thought appeared in my mind... no, not a thought, a picture... I saw
myself naked; and then I was naked, my clothing had disappeared. She
lifted herself up, wrapping her legs around my hips, my erect penis slid
into a warm... no, hot... pussy. She clung tightly to me, continuing the
kiss, grasping my cock within her pussy.

The wings began to beat, stronger, faster, then we were off the ground,
climbing through the branches of the tree, fluttering over the tops of the
trees, flying over the forest and the hills, locked in a carnal embrace,
flying... fluttering... her pussy grasped my cock... her mouth kissed my
lips... she wiggled her hips against me, and squeezed my cock inside her
cunt... and I could no longer hold back... my balls erupted like a
volcano, the hot lava shooting up through my cock into her pussy, and
she giggled...

...giggled as she unwrapped her legs from around my hips, and Janie
smiled at me, "That must have been some dream."

89: "Decisions, Decisions" [1994] [tt3/13]

Janie clung to me, as I rolled us over with me on my back. Janie lay on
top of me, one of her favorite positions--and mine.

She was very quiet, lying there, my cock still throbbing from my 'wet
dream' inside her.

"What are you thinking about, Honey?" I asked.

"You," she said, lifting her head to look into my face. "...and Candy
and Judy...and Jennifer."

"What a crowd."

She smiled, wanly. "There's something you ought to know."

"Oh, really?"

"It's hard to explain, though." She brought her arms up, and crossed
them over my chest, resting her chin on her arms. "This big meeting
that brought us here... I haven't told you this, but the reason is that the
six of us are being considered for an executive position with The
Bank."

"Executive position? Are congratulations in order?"

"I don't know yet. There's a sticking point."

"Oh?"

"Well, if I got the job, we'd have to move to Pittsburgh."

"Oh." I looked at the ceiling; the news was, to say the least, stunning.

"Tom?"

"Sorry, Janie. I was weighing the possibilities. I'm very happy for you."

"I don't have the job yet. And the competition is stiff, but my chances
are good."

"I think your chances are excellent." I bent my head forward to kiss
her.

"But to ask you to move, to quit your job..."

"My job is with the government. There are always other drones to take
my place in that office, and there are always new jobs. You know that
Judy can draw anywhere; and Candy has been telling us how boring her
job has become."

She pushed herself up, sitting back on my cock, which was returning to
a state of erection inside her. She squeezed her pussy around it. I
reached for her breasts, but she caught my hands and held them, her
fingers interlacing with mine.

"Remember the last time I had to make a major decision, and this was
the way we did it?"

"You mean when you decided to move in with us?"

"Yeah." She smiled. "The best decision of my life."

I think I was blushing. She leaned forward to kiss me lightly. She
leaned back, rotating her hips slowly in circles, rubbing her clit against
my pubic bone, squeezing my cock in her pussy. She closed her eyes.
"Janie..."

"I'm thinking."

"Janie, listen. Whatever you decide, you decide for yourself. You know
I'll be with you forever. I believe Judy and Candy will be there forever,
too."

"I know. I love you."

"And I love you, too."

Her eyes remained closed. Her pelvic rotations began to speed up, and
I could feel her body begin to quiver. Then her pussy clamped down on
my cock, and she gasped, as she shook with an orgasm; not a big,
sweeping orgasm, but one of her 'little' ones. She leaned forward, and
released my hands. I held her tightly, as she kissed my neck.

"Ok, I've decided. If offered the job, I'll take it."

"When will you know?"

"Before Thanksgiving. The job starts after the first of the year. That
would give us a month's notice."

"Fair enough."

She lay atop me, her pussy sporadically clasping my cock. Suddenly,
she raised her head.

"What about Val?"

"What about her?"

"She was moving to be near us."

"Nothing's set in stone yet; she's still trying to sell her house. She's a
grown woman--she can make her own decisions. We'll just explain the
situation to her, and she can decide for herself."

Janie lay her head on my shoulder again. "Why is life so complicated?"

"Maybe God likes stories."

90: "Never Say Never Again" [1994] [tt3/16]

We were having a late dinner, just the other night. There were the five
of us, some meatloaf and mashed potatoes, other vegetables--a good
healthy meal--when the doorbell rang. Janie went to the door. We
heard a little squeal, and who should walk into the kitchen but Val.

Val's husband, Sam, whom you have met in previous stories, passed
away last month. I've covered that part of the story before, and I don't
intend to go into it again now.

As it turns out, Val is headed through town on her way to a
convention. Yes, she's still doing science fiction conventions, despite
her vow last month that she was giving up on them. Of course, that was
in the depth of her grief, and she seemed to have pulled herself up from
those depths.

We sat and talked with Val for hours. Jennifer insisted on showing Val
her entire Barbie collection, one by one. Val grinned at us in one of the
times while Jen was going to get another doll that she reminded her of
Veronica.

We told Val about Janie's possible promotion; she seemed shocked for
a moment, then said that she would have to think about moving to
Pittsburgh.

Jennifer finally drifted off to bed around midnight--much past her
bedtime (and ours). Val yawned and suggested that we get to bed
ourselves, since we had to work in the morning, and she still had a long
drive ahead of her.

She went to the door and retrieved her bag, and said, "Now, whose
room do I put this in?"

We all raised our hands. And laughed.

We decided that we would all just pile into my king-size bed. We all
needed to make our evening bathroom visits; Val went first, then, while
The Girls kept her company, they sent me to go next.

After I was finished, I took Val by the hand and led her to my room,
where we cuddled up in the middle of the bed. Her body was warm,
and soft. We kissed, a little tentative at first, but soon she was warming
to the occasion. My hands slid over her full breasts, and I was rewarded
by feeling her nipples erect under my palms.

We were lying on our sides, and my hands roamed down her body,
over her hips to her smooth asscheeks.

I kissed my way down her chin and neck, moving to her breasts,
drawing first one nipple, then the other, between my lips, brushing the
tips with my tongue. My fingers slipped around her further, sliding into
the crack of her ass. She lifted her leg, tucking her foot behind her
knee. I slid my hand around her leg, cupping her mound with the palm
of my hand, feeling the warmth of her slit.

I moved on down her body, turning mine as I did so, until we were at
right angles to one another, my head moving in between her thighs. I
kissed her slit, running my tongue down the moist lips, as they opened
under the caress of my tongue. I swirled my tongue around her clit,
warm and sensitive, and slid down the slippery interior of her slit to the
moistness of her pussy.

As I worked on Val's pussy with my lips and tongue, I heard someone
come in the door, and felt the bed move as she got in. I glanced up to
see Janie kissing Val's lips, one of Val's hands on Janie's breast, one of
Janie's on Val's. I turned back to Val's pussy, and felt the bed move as
Janie lay on her side, allowing Val access to her pussy. Janie grabbed
hold of my cock, and stroked it slowly with her hands.

I felt Janie's lips wrap around the head of my cock, her little whimpers
adding vibration to her expert tonguing of the head of my penis. I kept
moving my tongue between Val's sensitive clit and the depth of her
hot, wet love shaft.

The door opened again, and both Candy and Judy joined us on the bed
(showering together again, I assumed). Judy gently moved me from my
position, and took my place, hungrily sucking on Val's clit. But Judy
lay with her pussy open as an invitation, and I plunged right in.

Candy moved between Janie and me, on all fours. Janie started giving
Candy similar treatment as she had to me, licking Candy's moist slit,
and Candy slid my cock deep down her throat.

 From the sound of it, Val was ready to come. She rolled over on her
back, Judy drew her head back, but continued to finger Val's clit. Val's
body shook in orgasm. Janie, who was no longer held by Val's mouth,
rose to her knees behind Candy, and could now use both hands in her
attention to Candy's pussy and ass.

Judy pulled away from my oral ministrations, and crawled up Val's
body, holding her tightly. Candy still had my cock in her mouth, but as
she neared climax from Janie's fingers and tongue, she wasn't deep-
throating me. I lifted her head from my cock, and kissed her lips, just as
she went over the edge. In orgasmic ecstasy, she plunged her tongue
deeply into my mouth.

Judy had now moved into a sixty-nine position over Val's body, and
the two women were eagerly sucking on each other's clits. Candy
collapsed forward, lying on her belly in front of me. I reached back and
took Janie's hand, and pulled her forward. She flipped over on her
back, and I moved over her in a sixty-nine position, and plunged my
face into her garden of paradise to drink at her fountain of youth. As I
wrapped my tongue around her clitoris, she wrapped hers around my
cockhead. Candy rolled over on her side and put her hand between
Janie and me, to caress Janie's breast.

The bed was shaking with Judy and Val entering a mutual orgasm, just
as Janie went over the brink, shivering, convulsing. Judy rolled off of
Val, and Val sat up, and put a hand on my ass. I rolled reluctantly off of
Janie's orgasming body, and Val rolled me on over to my back. She
straddled my hips, my cock sliding deep inside her hot, wet cunt. She
sat there on my cock for a moment with her eyes closed, her head
thrown back, before she started moving up and down, squeezing my
cock with her vaginal muscles on each stroke.

Candy held Janie close from behind, her fingers roaming over Janie's
apple-sized breasts, her leg poking up between Janie's from behind.
Judy sat up and bent over me, kissing my lips as Val continued her up
and down movement on my cock.

I was now on the brink myself, and as I neared the edge, my body
tightened, and Val leaned forward, pushing Judy aside as she kissed me
deeply and passionately, and I came, pumping semen deep into Val's
pussy.

Breathing heavily, we rolled together into the middle of the bed, a mass
of naked, sweating, loving, happy flesh. Val snuggled up on one side of
me, Janie on the other, Candy fell in behind Janie, Judy behind Val, and
we drifted off into sleep.

Just as I was sliding into oblivion, I heard Val murmur, "No, Pittsburgh
might not be so bad after all."

91: "The Final Frontier" [1994] [tt3/25]

Candy settled onto the sofa next to me. Judy and Janie had travelled to
Pittsburgh this past Monday; Janie to start her new job, and Judy to
start looking for a house for the five of us. Candy and I were staying
behind to pack our personal stuff, and so that Jennifer could finish out
this semester at school.

Tonight, Jennifer was spending the evening at a friend's house. Many
of her friends were inviting her over for one last evening together
before she moved away, and Jen was enjoying every minute of it.

"Y'know," Candy whispered, "We haven't had much time--just you
and me alone--since before we moved in together."

I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. She leaned in
on me, sighing. She lifted her face, and I kissed her lips tenderly.

"I love you, Tom," she whisped.

"I love you too, Candy."

She turned as we kissed, rolling over into my lap. As she broke the
kiss, she dropped her head down into my lap. I slid my hands down her
body, caressing her breasts through her clothing. I could feel her
nipples harden under my hand.

She unbuttoned her blouse, and I slid my hand inside. Her bra fastened
in front. I popped the hook, and the two cups slid away from her
breasts. My fingers quickly found a nipple, and I tweaked it with my
fingertips, as it took its full length. Candy has such extraordinary
nipples...

I moved to the other nipple, causing it to erect as well. Candy smiled
up at me. "Come on, Tom, let's go to bed."

We got up, and Candy led the way to her bedroom, her blouse slipping
off her shoulders and falling on the floor as we walked. I picked it up;
then her bra slipped off, and I picked that up as well. She faced me
again as we arrived at the door. She kissed me, long and hard and
wetly, pressing her breasts against my body. Candy took the clothing
from my hand, and dropped them in her hamper as she pulled me into
her room. She unfastened her skirt, and it dropped to her feet.

I started to unbutton my shirt, but she said, "No, let me..."

She unbuttoned my shirt, kissing the skin underneath as she opened
each button. She pulled the shirt off my shoulders, and dropped it in the
hamper. Then she knelt down in front of me, and unfastened my belt
and trousers. She tugged them down over my hips, and down my legs,
and I stepped out of them. She pushed them aside, and I was now
standing before her in just my undershorts.

"The best for last," she said, and reached behind me, grabbing the
waistband of my undershorts from behind. She pulled them down over
my ass, her fingers feeling my asscheeks. The undershorts hung up in
front on my penis. She slid the fingers of one hand around to unhook
them, and she pulled them down and off. She wrapped her fingers
around my cock as I stepped out of the shorts, and she smiled as she
kissed the tip of my penis.

Her tongue emerged from between her lips, and she ran the tip of her
tongue around the flange of my glans, tickling my pisshole, before she
drew the head of my cock into her mouth. She hooked her front teeth
over the flange of my cockhead, her tongue scrubbing the underside of
my penis.

I took her head between my hands, stroking her hair, as she moved her
mouth up and down my shaft, a little deeper on each stroke, until she
deep-throated me, squeezing my cockhead deep inside her mouth.

I gave a little tug on her head as she released my cock from her throat,
and she stood up, wrapping her arms around my neck. I kissed her
deeply, my hands grabbing hold of her asscheeks.

She held on tightly, and raised her feet from the ground, wrapping them
around my hips. I swayed for a moment, then shuffled over to the bed,
Candy stifling a giggle.

I didn't drop her, but we fell together into the bed. Candy gave a little
gasp as my erection grazed her clit. She stayed on the bed, her ass just
on the edge of the bed, as I slid down off the side of the bed, between
her legs. I took hold of the waistband of her panties, and pulled them
off of her. She placed her feet on my shoulders, lifting her knees. I
leaned forward, extending my tongue, to trace her outer lips with just
the tip.

Candy moaned, and moved her hips. I continued to just trace the
outlines of her sex with my tongue, until she reached down with both
hands, grabbed my head, and pushed my mouth into her pussy. I
pushed my tongue deep into her vagina, and it was covered with a gush
of her honey. Sliding my tongue upward, past her pisshole, I pushed it
up to her hooded clit. I slipped the tip of my tongue under the hood and
around the tip of her clit.

She bucked her hips upward, pressing against my mouth. I scrubbed
her clit with the tip of my tongue, and she moaned, bumping her hips,
panting... "aaiiiieeeeeee!"

She squeezed her legs together on the sides of my head, trapping me
between her thighs. I continued to scrub her clit with the tip of my
tongue, as Candy shivvered and shook and flopped. She had a grip on
my hair with her hands, and she pushed my head away from her crotch
as she released the grip with her legs. She sat up on the side of the bed,
tilting my head back, and she leaned forward and put my head between
her breasts. She held me tightly, as her body recovered from her climax.

When she caught her breath, I stood up. Candy took hold of my cock,
stroking it gently with her fingers. She leaned forward and took the tip
into her mouth, running her tongue around the head. She looked up at
me and smiled.

Candy moved backwards on the bed, pulling me by the cock. She lay
back, as I moved with her. She guided me between her legs, and as I
lay over her, she held my cock at the entrance to her pussy. I slipped
the head of my cock inside her, and she smiled into my face, as she
moved her hands to my back. She pulled me close, and my cock slid all
the way inside her. She hooked her legs around mine, her feet behind
my knees. I began to move my hips, sliding my cock slowly in and out
of her slippery cunt, and she moved her hips in rhythm with mine.

She closed her eyes, and pushed her head back against the bed, a
beatific smile on her face. I kissed her chin, and she tilted her head back
down to meet my mouth with hers. Our tongues pressed against each
other, and her breathing became heavier.

"Mmmmmnnnnnnn," she moaned, and broke our kiss. "God, Tom, it's
so good. I love you, Tom, fuck me..."

She held me even tighter, her mouth next to my ear. "Fuck me. Fuck
me," she breathed in my ear. "Oh... Oh... I'm coming! Oh god!"

Her pussy clamped down on my cock as she climaxed, and the pressure
shoved me over the edge, as I began to ejaculate, my cock deep inside
her, our bodies climaxing together, flying over the edge of the
cliff...sliding into the abyss...soaring over the clouds.

We lay together, our bodies intertwined, my cock still inside her, her
legs around mine, our arms around each other.

The telephone rang. I kissed her cheek. She moved one leg down, then
rolled us over on that side. I reached behind me and picked up the
phone.

It was Janie and Judy. Candy and I shared the receiver as we giggled
over the phone to each other. One happy family. One lucky man.

92: "Reunion" [1994] [tt4/1]

When we last posted stories on the Usenet, Janie had just taken a job
promotion which involved us all moving to Pittsburgh. Janie flew up on
a Monday morning; Judy drove her car up the next day. While Janie
was getting acquainted with the new job, Judy located an apartment big
enough for the five of us until we could locate a proper house.

Candy stayed behind with Jennifer and me; we finished packing up our
stuff, and Jennifer finished out the semester at school, including her
schoolChristmas parties. She spent many of the last two weeks at
friends' homes; the farewell tour of slumber parties.

Our stuff was divided into two parts; things we couldn't live without,
and things we could put into longer term storage. The things we
needed immediately were taken to the apartment, the rest is still in
storage until we find a house.

The real estate agent smiled at the shape we had left the house in.
Candy had rolled a coat of white paint over the remains of the Bijou.
We'll probably have the house sold in short order.

Jennifer finished her semester on Friday, the 16th of December. We
piled the last of the things we were taking with us into two cars early
Saturday morning, leaving behind only two aged mattresses and a
broken end-table in the trash.

Jennifer rode the first leg of the trip north with Candy. We kept in
touch with each other via a pair of "Power Rangers" walkie-talkies
during the trip. At the midday rest stop, when we pulled off the
Interstate for lunch at Hardee's, Jennifer decided she wanted to ride
with me for a while.

We rode along in silence for a few miles, listening to a Carpenters
cassette on the stereo. Jennifer reached over and turned down the
volume.

"Daddy, may I ask you something?"

"Of course, Sugar."

"Is there REALLY a Santa Claus?"

I glanced over at her and smiled. I recalled some of the elaborate ploys
we had used in the past. Among the four of us, we had generally
reinforced Jennifer's belief in Santa. [Editor's note: Some of the ploys
are detailed in the Trinity Christmas Trilogy, which is available only to
those who send a letter of comment. 'Nuff said.]

"Sugar, of course Santa's real."

"But the kids at school..."

"Never mind the kids at school. You've read the stories, what do you
think?"

She frowned in thought, then her eyes sparkled. "I think that it's magic.
If you believe in magic, it works. If you don't, it doesn't work."

"I think you've got it exactly right, Sugar. If you believe in Santa, he's
real. Those kids who don't believe--their parents have to buy all their
Christmas gifts."

"Does Santa buy Christmas gifts?"

"Sometimes. If the elves can't make them. There are copyright
problems, sometimes."

She laughed. She turned the volume back up on the tape player, and
sang along with Karen Carpenter.

"Why do birds suddenly appear, every time you are near..."

--------------

We arrived in Pittsburgh at about 10 pm; we only lost our way once
trying to find the apartment building, but backtracked, and were able to
follow the instructions Janie had given us.

I tapped on the door, and it opened, and I was enveloped in Janie's
warm, loving arms. Home. Love. The world was in order again.

Judy had a Christmas tree all set up. After Jennifer had hugged Judy
and Janie, she went over and sat next to the tree, staring into the
twinkling lights, her face aglow with pleasure.

"You both must be tired after the trip," Janie said, finally, with a
wicked little grin. "Why don't we go to bed early?"

---------------

Janie pried Jennifer away from the tree, and sent her off to one of the
three bedrooms. Jennifer went right to sleep; she was exhausted from
the trip.

I took a quick shower, and headed for the bedroom Janie had indicated
was ours. I climbed into the bed, and lay back on the pillow. I took a
deep breath, and felt really at home. Janie's scent--a smell beyond the
light cologne she usually wore--rose from the pillows, a faint odor that
enveloped me, held me. I closed my eyes with a smile.

I heard the bedroom door close, then the bed jiggled as Janie climbed
in. She cuddled up next to me, her warm, naked body pressed against
mine.

"There's a man in my bed!" she whispered.

I turned to her and kissed her lips, my hands roaming over her back.
One found the nape of her neck, the other the cleft between her
asscheeks. She slid one hand down to my penis, which was rapidly
approaching maximum erection.

"...a HORNY man in my bed!" she breathed, and chuckled.

She squeezed my penis in her hand, and I caressed her ass, as I kissed
her, deeply, our tongues moving in and out of each other's mouths. She
broke the kiss and gasped, "I've missed you."

I kissed her neck, and rolled us over, Janie on her back. I kissed my
way to her lovely apple-sized breasts, drawing one nipple then the other
between my lips, sucking gently on them. Janie ran her fingers through
my hair as I tickled her nipples with my tongue. I looked up at her face,
her eyes were closed, a small smile on her lips.

I moved down her torso, tickled her navel with the tip of my tongue,
then to the dark tangle of her pubic hair. As I reached her fur-patch,
she lifted her knees, opening her vulva, releasing the sweet scent of her
pussy.

I slid my tongue around her clit, then deeply into her pussy, tasting the
familiar flavor of her body. She shivered a little, as I flicked my tongue
over her labia, then deeply into her vagina again. My tongue slid back
up the slippery inner walls past her pisshole and up to her clit once
again.

Moving my hand up under her hips, I tilted her pelvis forward, then slid
two fingers into her vagina, the middle finger extended, deeply enough
to feel the relatively hard cervix. The index finger was crooked back,
stroking the upper side of her vaginal wall, where I found the sensitive
spot that drives her mad.

As I pressed her g-spot, I fastened my lips around her clit, and sucked
gently on it, flicking the tip of my tongue against the tip of her clitoris.

She gasped suddenly, and she clamped down on my fingers, as her
body erupted with orgasm. Her body shook with the force of the
contractions in her vagina.

Her fingers were still entwined in my hair, and she tugged gently on it,
and I slid up her body. She wrapped her legs around my hips, and her
arms around my neck, holding me close to her. My cock was not inside
her, it was trapped between our bodies. She held me tightly in this
manner for what seemed to be an hour, but was probably a few
seconds.

The bedroom door opened, then closed.

Judy's voice whispered from beside the bed. "I've missed you, too!"

Janie released me from her grasp, and I rolled over. Judy climbed into
the bed and kissed me, rubbing her full breasts against my chest. Janie
clung to me as I moved my hands over Judy's body, caressing her
breasts and nipples, then down to the moist tangle of hair below. From
the quantity of liquid, it felt like she had been having a reunion with
Candy before she came in to us.

Judy broke the kiss, and kissed her way down my body, and applied her
lips to the tip of my cock, her tongue swirling around the head of my
penis.

She had turned as she moved down my body, and her hips were near
my head. I slid away--briefly--from Janie, as I ducked my head
between Judy's thighs. As my tongue found Judy's clit, Janie wiggled
up next to me again, and she guided my hand down between her legs,
my fingers slipping around her love-knot.

Judy was taking my cock deeply into her mouth, deep-throating me,
until she started to quiver. She leaned backwards onto my mouth, just
holding the tip of my cock in her mouth. I felt a gush of cunt-honey
flow down my cheeks, and she shook with orgasm.

She hovered a moment, then collapsed forward, pulling her pussy from
my mouth, taking my cock deep into her mouth again. Janie sat up and
shoved Judy's hip gently. Judy rolled off, releasing my cock from her
oral grasp.

Janie straddled my hips, and with one hand, held my cock at the
entrance to her garden of eden, then lowered herself on my shaft. Judy
sat up and leaned forward, kissing me as Janie started moving up and
down on my cock.

It didn't take long for me to reach the edge of climax. I broke the kiss
with Judy, and reached up, and grasped Janie's shoulders. She stopped
her up-and-down movement. My hips lurched upwards, and I came--
hard--in Janie's cunt. She leaned forward against my arms as she
accepted my ejaculation, a small, satisfied smile on her face.

I lowered her to my chest, and Judy turned around and cuddled up
against us. My wilting cock was still inside Janie as she lay on my body.

We heard the door open again, and close. The bed shook as Candy
climbed into the bed. "I was lonely," she whispered, as she cuddled up
against my other side. She pulled the covers up around us.

Janie lifted her head and whispered, "Welcome home."

93: "Christmas Gifts" [1994] [tt4/2]

A little philosophy here, if you don't mind my soapbox. I've always
believed that Christmas is for children. While the Girls and I exchange
small gifts for the season, they are just that--small. We've probably
overspent on Jennifer's Christmas gifts, but we've agreed that's the
way it should be.

Some Christmas gifts are more memorable; and these have been the
ones that we haven't bought in stores; or the same thing a million other
people are exchanging around the world.

This Christmas, the Girls gave me portraits of themselves. Before we
moved up here, they all went to a local photo shop called "You Ought
To Be In Pictures", and had glamour shots made. If you're not familiar
with these, there is a chain of similar shops in malls across the country.
This particular store is independent, though.

They arrive at the store with "clean hair and no makeup" and a
cosmetologist does a complete make-up job, and a hairdresser does
their hair, and they dress up in evening dresses we couldn't afford, and
have a photo made.

They are all beautiful photographs, and for a change, I can take these to
the office and hang them on my wall. I look at the portrait of Jennifer,
and can't believe how grown-up she's becoming. I'll have to admit that
when I opened the package, I cried.

I said "for a change", because the last time I got pictures... [1990] we
were opening our gifts on Christmas morning. Jennifer had torn
through her "Santa" presents, and then had distributed to each of us the
other packages under the tree.

I opened the first package, and there was a pair of socks from Jennifer.
I caught her up in my arms and kissed her head. The next package was
marked "From Janie", and inside was a copy of Playboy magazine. I
grinned over at her across the room, and set the magazine aside, face
down.

The next package was from Judy, and when I opened it, there was a
rolled up copy of Penthouse.

I leaned over to where Judy was sitting next to me, and kissed her
cheek. The Penthouse joined the Playboy on the floor.

Another package, from Candy. When I unwrapped the paper, there was
a copy of Hustler. I frowned a bit, puzzling over the 'men's magazine'
theme. But I smiled over at Candy, and she winked back at me.

We cleared the used wrapping paper away, and I put the magazines
away in the bedroom.

Hours later, I was sitting in the living room, and glanced down at the
coffee table, and there were the three magazines again. Puzzled,
because I thought I had put them away, I got up and took them back to
the bedroom. Jennifer had too many young friends over, and I didn't
want to get accused of anything improper by their parents.

A few more hours pass, and again, I find the magazines on the coffee
table. I picked up the Playboy, and thumbed through it, reading the
cartoons. I reached the centerfold, and read the 'party jokes'. Then I
flipped open the centerfold for a peek, and almost fell on the floor.

There was Janie, in a typical 'demure' Playmate pose, her lovely body
and apple-sized breasts exposed. Examining the magazine more closely,
I realize that it is a large-sized color copy that has been tipped into the
real magazine.

I reached down for the Penthouse, and flipped immediately to the
gatefold. Judy's face smiled back at me, and when I opened the flap,
her nether lips seemed to smile, too. She was in a typical Pet pose,
reclining on one side, with one leg raised, revealing her labia.

Curious now, I opened the Hustler, and sure enough, there was Candy,
in a typical Honey pose, head tipped back, mouth open, her hands
reaching down between her legs, spreading her pussy-lips wide open.

Suddenly the Girls were huddled around me, as I kissed each one, we
laughed over how I had nearly lost the joke completely.

Somehow, Judy had wangled unsupervised access to a color copier and
made up the centerfolds from Polaroid pictures. She also had some
smaller copies made up, that I carried in my wallet for years until they
wore completely away.

Those magazines are carefully tucked away among my prized
possessions.

But I'm not going to tell about that very first Christmas morning of our
relationship when I woke up alone in bed and stumbled into the living
room--and under the tree, Judy and Candy were lying under the tree
wearing only red ribbons and smiles. At least not now.

But my absolute best Christmas present was given me 12 years ago.

Think about it.

~Subject: REPOST ttR14/14 The Trinity Trilogy: The Novel ~From:
shelbyb@iglou.iglou.com (Shelby Bush)

* * * * * * * *

94: "The Piano" [1995] [tt4/8]

We have just moved into our new home.

It's an elderly home, built in the late 1800s as the mansion of a steel-
mill executive (I'll call him Steel Man). A grand duchess in her day, the
house stood alone on a large lot, small out-buildings for the horse-
drawn carriages and to house the horses that pulled them. Other
buildings on the property housed servants, mainly black folks who had
moved north from slavery in the south to servitude in the north.

Steel Man lost it all in the stock market crash in 1927. His entire
fortune was margined in the market, and when it dissolved, so did he.
He took his own life in one of the upstairs bedrooms. I don't know
which one (or want to know).

The house somehow fell into the hands of members of the 'far side' of
the law; it became a speakeasy in the latter days of Prohibition, and still
later became a house of ill repute. Some of the surrounding property
was parcelled out, the out-buildings torn down, and smaller homes
were built up around it.

With the beginning of World War II, the main house was sold to an
undertaker, who converted the first floor to a funeral home. The home
operated until 1955, when the house was again sold to a couple who
restored the house to its former glamour. The houses surrounding it
were torn down and rebuilt with more 'modern' structures. The couple
raised four children in the house, two boys and two girls. Their eldest
son was killed in Vietnam.

The other children grew up and moved away. The husband died last
year, leaving his widow rattling around in the old mansion. She put the
house up for sale, just at the time we started looking for a home in our
new city. Do you realize how hard it is to find a house with at least four
bedrooms?

Judy fell in love with the place immediately, and she took Janie to see
it. She too was impressed, so they asked the lady to wait until Candy
and I could see it.

She agreed, and when Candy and I joined the rest of our family in
Pittsburgh, they drove us to the house. We wandered through the
rooms, listening to the owner tell us the story of the house, and her
family.

We ended up in the dining room downstairs, and the owner turned to
Jennifer and asked, "Do you like music?"

Jennifer nodded, shyly.

The owner put her hand on top of an upright piano. "Then I will leave
the piano for you. But then, it belongs here. It's always been here, as
far as I know."

We put an offer on the house; it was accepted almost immediately.
Since Janie's loan was already approved, the paperwork sailed through.
The Old Lady willingly allowed us to move in even before the property
was "closed".

As soon as the Old Lady's moving vans were out of the driveway, ours
were pulling in, getting our stuff out of storage, sorting it into the
various rooms.

The bedrooms are upstairs, Janie and I claimed the largest since we
would be sharing the one room; Judy and Candy's rooms are on each
side of ours. Jennifer has her room down the hall. We've set aside a
room to recreate the Bijou, and another room is now the computer
room. I have visions of building a Star Trek-type console, but that's
going to depend on my having some time on my hands.

Downstairs is a large living room, kitchen, dining room and library. Off
the kitchen is the laundry room and pantry. There is a curved stairway
leading from the foyer to the upper level, and a back stairs that leads
down into the kitchen.

There is a small cellar, mostly taken up by the gas furnace, which
obviously was added to the house after it was built. It's been warm
enough in the house this past month, even though the wind has been
blowing and it has been snowing.

But I have a story to tell you...

Last Saturday morning, the Girls headed out to a mall for some needed
shopping, and I was doing some final touches on the house--hanging a
few pictures, shifting furniture--those little things that make a house a
home.

But somehow, I kept being drawn to the piano.

It's an old upright piano, an antique. I don't play the piano, but I
tapped on the keys. It needs tuning, even to my untrained ear. I tapped
the keys from one end to the other. Down to the left, in the 'deep end',
one key sounded a note--somewhat offkey--the first time I pressed it,
then there was a slight sliding noise. The key would not sound again--
offkey or otherwise--but a definite 'thud'.

Curious, I set the vase and pictures off the top of the piano, and opened
the lid. I peered down into the back of the piano. Too dark to see. I
fetched a flashlight, and used it to look down inside the instrument.
There, down between the strings and the hammer was a piece of paper.
Folded in half, the paper straddled the string, the hammer striking the
crease of the paper.

I went to my toolbox, and got a long-reach gripper, and pulled the
paper from the machine. I turned it over in my hand, and dust flew in
the air. It was an old piece of hand-written musical notes on pre-printed
sheet music. The title was "So Deep, My Love".

On the front, written in a flowing hand, were the words, "Don't ever
forget me, J."

I looked down into the piano again, and aside from dust, there wasn't
anything else extraordinary. I closed it back up again, and set the vase
and pictures back into place.

The sheet music now intrigued me. I went to my trusty Apple and
booted up the Music Construction Kit program. I don't play an
instrument, but I can copy the notes into the computer program. Note
by note, I punched the sheet music into the computer. When I reached
the end, I clicked on "play".

Mind you, an Apple IIe computer doesn't sound like a piano, but the
program gave me an idea of the melody. Almost too good an idea. The
song began to play over and over in my head, annoyingly.

It was still running through my head when Janie and I retired that
evening...

It had been a tiring day at work, and the trip home was taking forever.
It was dark, and a dense fog had drifted in from the river, and visibility
was extremely limited. I was creeping along the streets, which were
only vaguely familiar since I was new to the area, and the fog obscured
details.

I turned onto our street, and spotted the bulk of the house through the
fog. I pulled around the drive, and noticed that someone--probably
Candy, I thought, smiling--had replaced the front porch light with a
red bulb. I parked the car; subconsciously registering the absence of the
Girls' cars but not consciously thinking about it.

I grabbed my briefcase and hat, and climbed out of the car. The back
porch light was not on, so I walked around to the front door. The door
was unlocked, and I pushed on through it into the foyer.

The house smelled of cigarette smoke; this startled me immediately,
since none of us smoke, and Janie is adamant about not wanting smoke
in the house.

There were other scents, as well; a cloying perfume, a tinge of sweat
and body odor... I looked into the front room; the furniture was
different. If it hadn't been for the old piano in its familiar spot, I could
swear that I was in the wrong house. But my mind was a bit foggy.
Home?

"Hello?" A female voice behind me. I turned around. There was a
woman on the stairs. She was dressed in a filmy nightgown, which was
almost covered with a fringed robe. Her face was heavily made up, and
a cigarette dangled from her hand.

"H-hello..." I stammered.

"You're a little early."

"Where's Janie?" I asked; somewhat flustered. If anything, I was late.

"Janie's... busy," she said, with a sly smile. She walked on down the
stairs, and stepped up in front of me. "Have you been here before? You
don't look familiar."

"I live here..."

She smiled; I had the fleeting thought that her makeup might crack.
"You can't be a copper; I don't know any coppers with beards." She
reached up and stroked my chin, gently.

I stepped back, slowly. "Where's Candy? Where's Judy?"

"I don't know a Candy or Judy... Helen's not busy, and Yvonne should
be back soon... and of course, I could be persuaded..." She gave me
that sly smile again.

My head was spinning; from the smoke, or the perfume...

A door opened upstairs, and there were whispers in the hallway. A man
in a suit and hat appeared at the top of the stairs. When he spotted me,
he reached up and pulled his hat-brim down over his eyes. He quickly
descended the stairs, and rushed out the door.

"Who..." I began, but the woman put her fingers over my lips.

"Don't worry, honey, the Mayor's a regular customer." She turned and
looked up the staircase. "Janie, you have someone here asking for
you."

I heard a door open upstairs, and a woman appeared at the top of the
stairs.

"Helen, I was calling Janie," the older woman said.

"Janie, Janie... all I ever hear is Janie," Helen whined.

Another woman appeared behind Helen; a slim woman, almost a head
shorter than Helen. She peered around Helen's shoulder. "Who is it?"

The older woman stepped aside so that Janie could see me; and vice
versa. The smaller woman stepped from behind her friend; the body
was familiar, apple-sized breasts on a small form, looking a bit out of
proportion. Her small frame was draped with an almost transparent
gown, the darkness of her pubic hair showing through clearly.

The hair was different; cut short, and curled around her face; the face
was not my Janie, but close. There was a familiarity about her smile.

"I don't believe I know you," she said, softly. She moved smoothly
down the steps. "But I think I like you." She reached up and touched
my face. "I like beards." She glanced over at the older woman, and said
"Mama Mae, why don't you take his coat and hat?"

She looked deep in my eyes; her gaze was entrancing. The older
woman--Mama Mae--pulled off my overcoat and took my hat. Janie
took my hand and led me up the stairs, and down the hallway.

A door was open to our left, Janie pulled me inside. She closed the
door after us, and leaned back against it, arching her back, pointing her
tits at me.

"Like what you see?"

I was lost; my mind was as fogged as the world outside the house.
Memories of my life before this moment were gone. Janie reached up
and pulled the end of a bowknot at her throat. The knot untied, and the
gown dropped to the floor. She was naked before me. My eyes drank in
her body. My penis began to expand in my pants.

She glided across the small space between us. She reached up and
wrapped her arms around my neck, holding her naked body tightly
against mine. Her lips sought mine; her tongue slid deep into my
mouth. She tasted of mint toothpaste and Listerine.

I wrapped my arms around her and held her close; her form was
deliciously familiar to me; her skin smooth and soft and warm. My
hands wandered down her body, cupping the cheeks of her ass, my
fingers slipping into the cleft between them.

She broke the kiss with a gasp, then tilted her head backward to look
into my face. "Are you sure I don't know you?"

She stepped back, and reached for my belt. She quickly undid my belt
and trousers, letting them drop to the floor, and pulled down my
undershorts, revealing my fully erect penis.

She held my cock in her hand, peering closely at it, turning it to the left
and the right. She looked up at me. "Can't be too careful," she grinned.
"Get undressed," she said, and stood up. She stepped to the bed and
climbed in, pulling a sheet over her.

I quickly removed the rest of my clothing and climbed into the bed. We
moved togther to the center of the mattress; she pressed her body
against mine provocatively, then rolled over on her back. I rolled over
on top of her, and my cock sought out her pussy. With a quick roll of
her hips, she drew me inside her, and she wrapped her legs around my
ass.

"Oooooh," she breathed, "you're so big..."

She closed her eyes and pushed her head back into the pillow. She
tightened her grip around my ass with her legs, grinding her hips into
mine.

I began to move my hips as her grip loosened; with each stroke, she
gave a little moan - a small cooing sound like a captured pigeon.

She opened her eyes, and they twinkled in the dim light. She pushed
back against my shoulders, and I pulled back. She pushed me further
back, my cock popping out of her pussy. As I stood on my knees on
the bed, she twisted around, moving to an all-fours position in front of
me. She dropped her head and shoulders to the bed, tilting her ass up
toward me, her pussy open and wet.

I moved forward, sliding my cock into her open hole. As I entered her,
she lifted her head and shoulders, and pushed back against me. I
grabbed her hips, and pulled her back, ramming myself into her.

My hands slid up her body, and I leaned forward over her, my fingers
seeking the soft pillows of her breasts. I grabbed a nipple with each
hand, pinching the tips between my fingers as she moaned with
pleasure.

Her pussy quivered around my cock. "Fuck me," she whispered.

I moved up, sliding my hands back to her hips. I began to stroke; long,
deep strokes, and she moaned louder with each stroke.

"Yeah," she gasped, "Yeah, fuck me. Fuck me." She was moving with
me, backwards on each stroke; there was the sound of our bodies
slapping together, and the creak of the bedsprings, and music...

Music?

I could hear a piano--the piano downstairs. Someone was playing the
piano. But it was in tune. It sounded good.

The music jolted me; it was the song I found.

"Don't stop!" Janie cried, pushing back against me. "I'm gonna come!"
We moved together again, and she crooned, "Ooooooohh. Yeah! It's
so good! I'm coming... I'm coming. Yeah. Yeah! Oooh!"

She pushed herself up to a kneeling position in front of me, her pussy
gripping my cock firmly. I reached around her to grab her tits again.
She twisted her head around to nuzzle my neck.

She pulled away from me, long enough to push me down to the bed on
my back. She climbed across my hips, impaling herself on my cock
again. She sat on my hips, my cock completely inside her, and grinned
down at me. "Now it's your turn." She began to bounce up and down
on my cock, her breasts bobbling up and down with her movements,
she was squeezing the muscles in her pussy, massaging my cock with
each bounce.

I felt my balls tighten, and I reached up and grabbed hold of her
shoulders, pulling her forward. Our lips met as my balls exploded, and I
groaned into her throat, as our tongues traded mouths.

We lay together, panting, my cock still inside her, until we caught our
breath. The piano continued to play downstairs. Janie looked into my
face, watching me listen to the music.

"You like that?"

"Like what?" I asked.

"That song on the piano."

"Yeah. Nice tune."

"I wrote it." She grinned at me.

"You're kidding. You wrote that?"

She started to hum with the piano, and as she got to the chorus, she
started to sing...

So sleep, my love. And keep my love. You'll find my love So deep, my
love.

She rolled off me and bounced off the bed. She opened a dresser
drawer, and pulled out a folded sheet of paper. She handed it to me.
"See?"

I looked at the paper. Handwritten musical notes on pre-printed music
lines. At the top of the page, the title, "So Deep, My Love."

She took back the paper, and went back to the dresser. She reached
into the drawer again, took out a fountain pen, and wrote on the paper.
Then, waving the paper to dry the ink, she came back to the bed. She
handed me the paper. I read her words in a flowing hand, "Don't ever
forget me, J."

She kissed me briefly, then walked quickly to the door, picked up her
gown and ran out into the hallway.

I scrambled out of the bed, grabbed my pants, and jumped into them,
and opened the door. Nobody in the hallway. The music continued
downstairs.

I went to the top of the stairs.

The music stopped. I walked down the stairs. The room was empty and
dark. I went into the main room, where the piano sat, silent. I stepped
up to the piano, and tapped a key. A much-out-of-tune note sounded.

There was a small sound behind me. I turned, and there was Janie--my
Janie. I looked down, and saw that I was wearing my pajama bottoms,
and was holding a dusty piece of sheet music.

"Is something wrong?" Janie asked, concerned.

"No... yes... no..." I fumbled around for words.

"You were sleepwalking again, weren't you?"

"I guess."

Janie stepped forward and hugged me. "Come on back to bed, Tom."

I nodded. I set the sheet music on the piano, she took my hand, and we
went back to our room.

We lay spooned together on the bed. As Janie's breathing deepened
into a soft snore, the music ran through my head again, just as I drifted
into a--thankfully--dreamless sleep.

As wide as the ocean, As high as the sky, As big as a mountain,
Wherever birds fly.

My love will surround you Wherever you are. As near as your
heartbeat, As far as a star.

So sleep, my love. And keep my love. You'll find my love So deep, my
love.

The sun shines so brightly, The moon glows above. Whenever you see
them Remember my love.

Don't ever forget me, No matter how far. My love is forever Wherever
you are.

So sleep, my love. And keep my love. You'll find my love So deep, my
love.

95: "Bump in the Night" [1995] [tt4/9]

"All right," I keep telling myself, "you're over-reacting."

I've been to science fiction conventions and hob-nobbed with the likes
of Stephen King and Robert Bloch. I've enjoyed their books and the
movies based on them. I've read stories of vampires, and ghosts and
ghoulies and things that go bump in the night.

But I've never been a believer in the occult, the supernatural. Ghosts.

Especially ghosts. I professed the belief that people who saw ghosts
were a bit touched in the head. Crazy. Out of their mind.

We've been in the house almost two weeks, and I've found myself
sleepwalking on more than half of the nights we've been here (as
described in the story above). I have walked into some of the rooms
upstairs and felt a chill--almost as if there was a window open.

But there is no draft around the window--I've checked it with a flame.

Jennifer ran into our bedroom last night, saying there was someone in
her room.

I dashed across the hall to her room, grabbing a broom on the way (I
can see it now--Man killed in home, attacked gun-toting burglar armed
only with broom), but the room was empty; the doors and windows in
the house were all closed and locked.

Jennifer slept in our bed last night.

Candy swears that she was working on her video editor last week,
when she felt someone walk up behind her and stroke her hair.

Judy, who has never had a problem with misplacing things, especially
her art supplies, is missing pencils and pens.

And Janie was in the bathtub Monday night, and the door to the
bathroom, which she says she closed and latched, swung open. By
itself.

But tonight... tonight.....

We had retired for the evening; Jennifer decided her room was safe, as
long as she kept a light on. Candy and Judy slipped over to our room
for a cuddle.

Candy and Janie paired up on one side of the bed, in a sixty-nine
position, with Janie on top. Judy climbed on top of me in a similar
position, and I had my nose buried deep in her pussy when we heard a
loud THUMP downstairs.

We lay there a moment motionless, then Judy rolled off me--and the
bed--quickly. I jumped up, naked, scrambled out of the bed, and
grabbed Jennifer's softball bat. I had placed it beside the door after last
night's broomstick deal.

I quietly opened the door and crept down the hallway to the stairs. The
Girls hung back; partly to put on bathrobes, partly because they wanted
me to meet the enemy first, since I was 'armed'. But unlike the horror
movies, they weren't going to let me go into the darkness alone.

There was nobody in the front room. The front door was closed and
locked. I stepped cautiously into the kitchen. Empty. Into the dining
room. Empty.

The Girls followed behind me. I went on through to the family room.
Empty. I noted that the Girls were no longer behind me. I went to the
back door. Also secure. I lowered the bat, and went to the dining room,
where the girls were congregated around the table.

Janie handed me a robe, and said, "Look."

There on the dining room table were Judy's missing pens and pencils.

"They weren't there when I went to bed," Candy said. "I cleared
everything off the table."

Judy reached for one of the pencils.

"Wait," I said, softly. I reached over and turned on the overhead light.
"Look." I pointed at the table. The pens and pencils were not just
dumped randomly on the table. They were arranged.

"They make letters!" Janie said, peering at them. "N, V, W, O, M"

"But that doesn't spell anything," Judy said, frowning.

"Random letters?" I asked. "Why arrange the pens if you're not spelling
something?"

Candy shook her head. She turned to the buffet and picked up a paper
napkin. She bent to the buffet and wrote the letters on the napkin.

"Candy," I said, "where did you get the pen?"

She looked at the pen in her hand and said, "From the table... Oh gee, I
guess I picked it up before you turned on the light."

"Where was it?" Judy asked.

"I was standing right here..." Candy moved to the spot. "And I picked
it up like this..." She held the pen out at arms length and set it down.

The pen was in the middle of the "V".

Janie reached over and turned the pen. "Now look. It's not a 'V', it's
an 'A'. We're reading it upside down."

"W-O-M-A-N." Judy looked up. "Holy shit."

"Ok," I frowned. "Joke's over. Good joke, but enough's enough."

They all looked at me. I could read them after all these years. They
weren't playing games. They were innocent.

"Jennifer..." said Janie, and ran toward the stairs.

We followed, and ran up the stairs behind her. Janie opened Janie's
door and went inside, then came back out, quietly closing the door
behind her. "Sound asleep," she said.

"Go back to bed," I said. "I'll go turn out the lights."

"Alone?" Janie asked.

"I've still got this," I smiled, brandishing Jennifer's bat.

The girls went back into our bedroom, and I went downstairs to turn
out the lights. As I flipped the switch in the dining room, there was a
loud THUMP behind me. I turned the light back on immediately,
looking around the room.

Then my eyes fell on the table. The pens had been rearranged. "LOVE
ME" they now spelled.

"Oh, shit" I muttered. I pushed the pens together into a pile on the
table.

I turned out the light. And waited.

And waited.

Nothing happened. I turned on the light again. The pens were still in a
pile on the table.

I went back upstairs to our room. The Girls were all cuddled together
in the bed, and I dropped my robe to the floor and climbed in beside
them. Judy, naked and warm, rolled over on top of me, and kissed my
cheek.

"Where were we?" she whispered.

"Shhh..." I whispered back. "Listen."

We lay there quietly, listening. The only sounds were the soft breathing
of Candy and Janie, who were asleep.

"I don't hear anything," Judy whispered, finally. She slipped her hand
down to my penis, wrapping her fingers around it.

I kissed her, our tongues meeting and dueling, as life returned to my
penis, coming to full erection in her hand. I pushed my hand to her
crotch, and slipped a finger along her wet slit. Her clit was almost hot
to the touch, erect, demanding.

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned and moved her leg across mine, opening
herself to my hand. I slid my finger past her clit, and up into her pussy.

She moved again, sliding over me. She reached back and guided my
cock to the entrance to her pussy, then slid backwards, impaling herself
on my erection.

"So nice," she breathed. Then the muscles of her pussy began their nifty
yoga 'trick' as they began to 'swallow' my cock.

Judy pushed her upper body, supporting herself by her elbows, planted
on my chest. She held my face between her hands, and smiled down at
me.

In the dim light in the room, I gazed up into her face, which seemed to
change--a different look to her eyes, an unusual way she held her
mouth. She was... someone else. I blinked my eyes. Judy was back. I
had imagined it... didn't I?

I was nearing orgasm. Judy's pussy squeezed and swallowed and held
me, as she stared down at me.

I closed my eyes as my balls tightened.

"Come in me, baby," a voice said. It wasn't Judy's.

I opened my eyes quickly. Judy's face. God, I'm going mad... My balls
erupted. Judy leaned forward and kissed me as I ejaculated inside her.

I glanced over at Candy and Judy, spooned on the other side of the
bed, with Candy behind, one hand around Janie's waist, sleeping.

Judy rolled over between Janie and me, her back toward me, facing
Janie. I spooned in behind her, and she pressed her ass against my
softening cock. Judy began breathing evenly.

I drifted into a light sleep, until there was a loud THUMP downstairs. I
sat up in the bed. I looked over at Janie, softly snoring.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed to get up and investigate the
noise downstairs. Then stopped. Wait a minute. Judy and Candy
weren't in the bed. Puzzling over this, I stood up and headed for the
door.

I grabbed the softball bat next to the door and walked downstairs
naked, and checked the front door. Locked. Living room, empty.
Kitchen, empty. Dining room, empty. I flipped on the light. The table
was bare. The pens were gone. I turned out the light, and THUMP.

I turned the light back on. Still the same. Am I losing my mind? The
blower from the furnace started up, and warm air blew from the grating
behind me, warming my naked butt.

I went back upstairs, and peeked into Candy's room. She was asleep in
her bed. I went down to Judy's room. She too was curled up in her
bed, but she raised her head. "If you want to fuck, you don't need a
bat, Tom."

"Didn't we just...?"

"Just what? Fuck?"

I nodded. She shook her head.

"I think I'd remember..." she slipped a hand under the covers. I saw her
knee lift, as she felt herself. "No, I haven't made love tonight. But I'm
not ruling anything out..." She smiled and crooked her finger.

"Not just yet, Sugar," I sighed. "I've got to do something."

Judy pulled the covers up under her chin and smiled. "Wake me up
when you're ready, then."

I walked back down the hall and put the bat back into our room, then
went on down to the computer room, flipped on the Apple, loaded
AppleWorks, and started telling this story. Even now, nearing the end
of it, I'm not sure how much was real and how much was a dream.

"Over-reacting," I keep telling myself.

THUMP.

"Over-reacting."

I think I'm going to go wake up Judy.

96: "A Chill in the Air" [1995] [tt4/10]

I _was_ overreacting, to an extent.

I told you in the last story about the THUMP in the night that we'd
been hearing. It turned out to be a blocked burner in the gas furnace,
which ignited late, causing the sound. We got a heating expert out to
clean the thing, and we're sleeping somewhat easier now.

Well, the girls are, anyway.

I continued to sleepwalk. I've found myself in the dining room with an
empty coffee mug in front of me; or sitting in front of the piano; or
wandering down the upstairs hallway.

This past week, I was sleeping in Candy's room. I was lying on my
back; Candy was draped halfway over me, her head nestled on my
shoulder. I awoke when a hand grasped my other arm.

I looked up, expecting to see Judy or Janie.

Nobody there.

But I still felt the hand. It squeezed my upper arm.

I moved my arm, and the pressure released. I reached over and turned
on the bedside lamp.

Candy raised her head. "What's wrong?"

I looked down at my arm. There was no outward sign on my arm.

"Nothing, I guess," I mumbled. "Sorry to wake you."

Candy squeezed me a little, and said, "That's all right, Sweetie."

I reached up and turned out the lamp. Candy slid up and kissed me, and
while we kissed, she moved her body over mine, straddling me.

My penis was awake, too, and Candy wiggled her hips until her pussy
caught the tip of my cock, then she slid back on it, drawing it inside
her.

"I'm definitely glad you woke me up," Candy grinned at me. "I want
seconds."

We rolled over, still joined at the groin, and I began to make slow, even
strokes, just moving my hips. Candy's pussy squeezed my cock on each
stroke, as she met each movement.

Slowly, our breathing deepened and quickened, until Candy breathed,
"Oh... ummm." She held her breath, as her pussy contracted around my
cock, and her body shuddered.

I held still while she climaxed, then with a kiss, I began my movements
again until I was at the edge of ejaculation.

Candy's hand stroked my ass as I came, my cock fully inside her, the
hardness of her cervix against my cockhead.

I lifted my head for another kiss, and she held my head with both hands.
We kissed long and deeply, and her hand caressed my ass.

No, wait. Both of Candy's hands were holding my head.

I broke the kiss and looked back over my shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Candy frowned.

I rolled over and lay on my back. Candy cuddled up to me, and I
slipped my arm around her shoulders. "Have you ever felt someone in
this room and there's nobody there?"

"Um..." She lifted her head and looked into my eyes. "You won't
laugh?"

"Me? I asked you the question. Why would I laugh?"

She nodded. "Yeah. Sometimes. I thought I was going nuts. There was
one time when I thought you had come in to cuddle, 'cause I felt a
hand on my butt. But there was no one there."

"What else?"

Candy sat up and turned to face me. "The bathroom door to your
room. It ... opens. Then it closes."

I pushed another pillow between my head and the headboard, so that I
was sitting up a little. "Janie has mentioned it, too. I haven't seen it,
though."

Candy turned her hips around, so that now she was sitting in a lotus-
position beside me. She dropped one hand on my chest, and toyed with
the hair there as we talked.

"Tom, did we move into a haunted house?"

"I don't know if I believe in ghosts," I said.

"Ow, not so hard!" Candy said, suddenly.

"What?"

"You pinched my nipple. Ow!"

I reached over and turned on the light. Candy blinked in the light, then
her eyes widened.

"My nipple is still being pinched. Ow!"

I looked; her right nipple was taut and erect, the other flaccid.

"Ow!"

I reached over and stroked her breast, taking her long nipple between
my fingers.

"It's stopped," she sighed. "Shit! Are we supposed to be frightened?
Should we worry?"

"Assuming it's ghosts..."

"As opposed to what? Psychosomatic? My tit was being pinched.
HARD!"

"As opposed to anything. Let's assume it's a ghost. What do we do?" I
looked at her expectantly, and dropped my hand from her breast. She
picked up my hand and put it back.

"Call Ghostbusters?" she smiled.

"Be serious."

"Well, there are psychics, and paranormal experts. Or we could
research some ourselves..."

"Let's try to do it ourselves," I said, firmly. "I don't want to go
outside--at least not yet."

"Agreed." Candy nodded, "What do we do first?"

"Let's try this..." I sat up, and addressed the empty space. "Please,
whoever you are, we want to be friendly. We love this house, we don't
want to change the house. We want to be friends with you."

There was silence; I didn't expect otherwise, but...

I turned out the light, and Candy and I cuddled up together under the
covers.

We slept soundly--and dreamlessly--the rest of the night.

97: "Dust" [1995] [tt4/11]

Janie scrolled the last lines off the screen. She turned in her chair and
looked over at me.

"You know, of course, you're making us sound like an episode of The
Twilight Zone." She smiled; a strange little smile with a little puzzled
expression mixed in.

"But you can't deny it happened..." I smiled back at her.

"True. But the dream stuff only happened to YOU. I didn't experience
the story about the piano, and that business about the moving pens..."

"Well, it is a sex-stories posting. If I were writing for the X-Files
group, I'd leave out the sex and go for the weird stuff."

"There hasn't been that much weird stuff."

"You don't think doors opening and closing by themselves weird? How
about my sleepwalking? I've never done that before."

She paused a moment. "Ummm. There are _some_ weird things...
There are sometimes when I feel like I'm being watched."

The telephone rang. I let it go. Jennifer answered the phone on the first
ring, usually, and this time was no exception.

She was soon at the door to the computer room, leaning in the
doorway. "Daddy, it's the real-estate lady."

I picked up the receiver. "Hello?"

"Hello, Tom. I've got some bad news and some good news."

"Oh really?"

"Yes. Bad news first. Mrs. B. passed away last night."

"Oh god..." I held my hand over the receiver, and told Janie the news.
Mrs. B. was the previous owner of the house.

"Are you there?"

I removed my hand. "Yes. I was just telling Janie."

"But the good news is that the papers were all complete on her part of
the sale; we just need your signature on the proper lines."

"That's good." Visions of having to fight over an estate problem,
delaying our purchase of the house, had flashed through my head.

We finished the conversation, setting a time the next day for us to go
sign the papers. I hung up the phone.

Janie looked sad. I got up and walked over and put my hands on her
shoulders. She stood up and wrapped her arms around my neck. I held
her closely. She sighed into my neck.

"I liked the lady," she said softly.

"I know. I did too."

I held her for a long moment, savoring the touch of her body against
mine. As we stood in silence, there was a brief, scrabbling noise just
over our heads.

Involuntarily, we both looked up at the ceiling.

"Oh shit," I said. "Rats."

Janie shuddered. "Rats. Why does it have to be rats?"

"Ok, Indy," I said, chuckling. "I'll take a look in the attic."

Janie grinned up at me. "Yeah, smart guy, how do you get up there?"

"There has to be an entrance somewhere. Let's look."

We walked through the upstairs rooms, looking up at the ceiling,
searching for an entranceway to the attic.

Finally, in the ceiling of the back stairs landing, we found a square
opening, covered by a solid piece of wood.

"I need a ladder," I said.

"We don't have one, do we?" Janie asked.

"No..." I started, then remembered the tool shed in the back of the
house. "Well, unless they left one behind. Let me check out back."

I went downstairs and out the back door into the cold without my coat.
I pulled open the toolshed door, and peered inside. Damn. No light.

I trudged back into the house to find a flashlight and get my jacket,
cursing myself for acting before thinking. I tested the flashlight on the
way back to the back door. It worked.

Inside the toolshed, there was a decrepit-looking lawn mower, a pair of
hand-operated hedge clippers, badly rusted; and in the far corner, a
dusty aluminum ladder. I pushed into the shed through the cobwebs,
and got the ladder. I carried it into the house, and up the back stairs to
the second floor.

Janie was still waiting in the landing. I propped open the ladder and
climbed up, as Janie held the ladder. I pushed up against the wooden
board, and it lifted. I pushed it over to one side, and climbed on up the
ladder, putting my head up through the hole.

"See anything?"

"Cobwebs. Dust."

The attic floor was made up of rough-hewn planks laid across the studs
of the lathe-and-plaster ceiling. I pulled myself on up into the opening,
and sat on the edge, as I showed the flashlight around me.

As the light passed over the far side of the attic, there was a burst of
wings, and a flutter. I followed with the light, and saw that it was a
grey bird.

"Not rats," I called down to Janie. "A bird. Probably a starling."

"How did it get in?" she called back.

"Looks like there's a gap in the vent." I passed the light around me
again. "Doesn't look like anyone's been up here for a long time."

Down on the far end of the attic space, I could see two dark shapes. As
I've mentioned before, I'm fairly nearsighted, and I couldn't quite make
out what they were. I pulled myself up into the attic.

"Be careful," Janie called, nervously.

"I will."

I moved cautiously through the space, avoiding the bigger cobwebs and
knocking aside the smaller ones. As I got closer, I could see that the
shapes I had seen before were two chests. One was blocky, green. An
army footlocker. The other was older, a travelling chest.

I knelt beside the footlocker. On the lid, just barely legible through the
dust, was the name of Mrs. B's son; the one who had been killed in
Vietnam. Curious, I clicked the latches. There was no lock. I opened
the lid slowly.

There is a definite, unmistakable scent to stuff issued by the military.

I showed the light around the top lift-out box, which contained some
personal items that had belonged to the young lieutenant. A formal
photo of him in uniform. A snapshot with two buddies in their jungle
garb. Pens, pencils, a soap carrier, some boot polish.

Most of the stuff was pushed to one end of the box, which puzzled me
until I realized that they would have had to turn the footlocker on end
to get it up here. Thinking of Judy, I picked up one of the pens, which
looked like a drafting pen. I stuck it in my shirt pocket.

I was just about to lift out the box to look in the bottom of the
footlocker, when Janie called, "Tom, are you all right?"

"Yeah," I called back. "I'll just be a minute."

I closed the footlocker lid and latched it back.

I moved over to the trunk, and unlatched it; once again, there was no
lock. I lifted the lid, and there was the faint scent of perfume. There
was something vaguely familiar about the scent, but I couldn't place it.

The trunk was filled with dresses and undergarments which dated, from
the looks of them, sometime before World War II.

"Tom!"

"I'm coming, Janie!" I called, stuffed the clothes back into the trunk
and closed the lid. I went back the way I came, and climbed back
through the hole and down the ladder.

"You're filthy!" Janie said, grinning up at me.

I glanced up. "Hang on a minute, I'd better close this back up."

I climbed back up and pulled the wooden panel back over the hole. I
folded the ladder, and took it back outside. Janie was waiting for me at
the back door when I headed back in.

"Take your clothes off," she said.

I blinked at her, then realized what she was talking about. My clothes
were covered with dust and cobwebs. I took off my shirt and pants, and
Janie took them with just her fingertips, holding them well away from
her body, as she took them to the laundry room. I put on the robe she
had left me.

Janie came back from the laundry room with the pen in her hand. "This
fell out of your shirt."

"Thanks," I said, taking the pen.

She followed me up the stairs as I explained what I had found in the
attic. We went to Judy's room. The door was open, and Judy was
working on a drawing.

"Looks good, Sweetie," I said, looking over her shoulder.

"Thanks." She tilted her head back, and I kissed her.

"Here," I said, and handed her the pen.

Judy looked at the pen a moment, and asked, "Where did you find it?"

"Why?"

"I lost this pen a week ago."

"Can't be," I protested, "I found this pen in a footlocker up in the
attic."

"Look," Judy said, and opened a box on her drawing table. There were
five pens in the box, and an empty slot. Judy put the pen in the empty
slot, and handed me the box. "See, it's a matching set; the only
difference is the width of the nib."

Janie and I looked at each other. Somewhere in the back of my mind,
the Twilight Zone theme music played. DEE-di-dee-dee, DEE-di-dee-
dee...

98: "Deja Vu" [1995] [tt4/15]

In the last couple of postings, I've related partial stories; frankly, I did
not know that they were partial at the time I told the stories, but now
that we've been in this house longer, and doing a little research, I've
come up with what Paul Harvey would call "the rest of the story." Sort
of.

As I mentioned in the last posting, Mrs. B. passed away almost as soon
as she signed the papers for the house. That in itself was spooky
enough, but combined with the fact that I've been sleepwalking--
something I never did before--since we moved in here, and some weird
dreams I've had lately, and some strange little occurrances, I've almost
come to believe in the supernatural.

Almost.

The mystery of the pen was solved when Candy found another pen
under the washing machine. It was this pen, an old drafting pen, that I
had taken from the footlocker upstairs and had fallen from my pocket
when Janie had put my dusty clothing in the washer. Judy's pen,
apparently, was already on the floor in the laundry room.

We went to Mrs. B's funeral, and afterwards, we talked to her
daughters and son about the house. They too had experienced doors
opening and closing, but didn't find anything spooky about it.

They did express an interest in having their brother's footlocker,
though. So we rigged up a block and tackle, and lowered the
footlocker on a rope through the attic opening. Judy glanced inside and
made doubly sure that her pens weren't inside. The son came by and
picked up the footlocker the next day.

We asked about the other trunk, but they didn't even know it was
upstairs. According to the son, his father said he had done away with
the footlocker; he must have had a change of heart and put it in the
attic. He said that none of the kids had ever looked up there.

So, we decided to bring the trunk down and have a look. It was a bit
more difficult than the footlocker, since the handles on the trunk were
made of leather, and they looked a little fragile. We looped the rope
around the trunk, and lowered it through the hole that way.

After some struggling, and Candy continually telling Jennifer to "get
out from under that thing!", we finally got it down into the 'mud room'
at the foot of the back stairs.

I opened the lid, and we all peered inside. As I had seen before, there
were several dresses, some blouses and skirts, in designs that told me
they were from mid-depression, the mid-1930s. There were some
undergarments, too. There was also a faint scent of perfume, which
was familiar to me, but I couldn't quite place it.

Jennifer was fascinated with one of the dresses, and she slipped it on
over her tee-shirt and jeans.

We piled the clothing on the floor as we pulled it out. Under all the
clothing was a small, flat box. Candy lifted it out and opened it up.
Inside was a black-and-white snapshot of a young woman, dark-haired.
She looked vaguely familiar. There were other pictures, too. A blurry
photo of a baby, being held in someone's arms. A photo of a toddler, a
little girl--the same child? -- running in the grass. A house--our house,
seen from the back--in the background. A mustached man with a
broad-brimmed fedora and sharp suit smiled out at us from the past.

There was also a newspaper clipping. Candy scanned it and handed it
over to me. An obituary. A child, injured in a fall down the stairs, had
died. I looked again at the picture of the toddler, and felt a pang of
sorrow.

There was a slight pressure on my shoulder. I reached up, expecting to
touch a hand, but there was nothing there. I rubbed my shoulder, and
the pressure disappeared.

Jennifer had wandered off into the kitchen, wearing the dress from the
trunk. She started dancing, twirling slowly, humming a little tune. Judy
and Janie glanced at the pictures and the newspaper clipping, then went
into the kitchen to start lunch.

The tune Jennifer was humming finally filtered through my head. She
was humming "So Deep, My Love." My mind started to cloud as I felt
a rush of deja vu. I looked again at the picture. Yes, she could have
been the woman in the dream. And the man--the mayor? That's where
I smelled the perfume before, too.

"Jen," Candy called, "Take that off and help me put these in the laundry
room." Then to me she said, softly, "Tom, are you all right?"

"Huh? Yeah. Yeah." I blinked my eyes, the clouds dissipated. Jennifer
must have heard the song on the computer, I reasoned.

"Would you take the trunk out to the shed?"

"OK." I nodded.

I opened the back door, and pulled the trunk to the door, picking it up
as I got it out the door. It was much lighter without the clothing. I set it
down long enough to open the shed door, then slid it in amongst the
cobwebs. I closed the shed door and headed back to the house.

As I approached the house, a movement in an upstairs window caught
my attention, someone looking out the window at me. I stopped and
looked up, trying to see who it was, but the window was empty.

A shiver ran up my spine, but I shook it off. It _was_ cold outdoors.

"Must be a trick of the light," I muttered to myself, and headed back to
the house again. Janie and Judy were in the kitchen, and Jennifer and
Candy were folding up the clothing from the trunk. That left nobody to
be upstairs.

I went around the corner to the half-bath to wash up. I glanced in the
mirror as I washed my hands, and realized that my shirt was covered
with cobwebs from the attic. I pulled off the shirt, wadded it up, and
used it to brush some cobwebs from my hair.

I stepped back around the corner, and sent Jennifer up to get me
another shirt, while I dropped the dirty one in the washing machine.

She came back with my new "X-Files" tee-shirt, the one that says "I
want to believe."

Do I want to believe?

Maybe if I called the FBI and they sent Mulder and Scully--especially
Scully--to investigate.

But as Janie called us in to lunch, I had to admit that I really didn't
want to believe in the supernatural. It makes a good movie or television
show, but as reality... no, thanks.

As if to answer my unvoiced thoughts, I suddenly felt a pair of arms
around my neck, and a kiss on my cheek, and a scent of flowery
perfume. I stopped dead in my tracks.

Janie noticed my startled look. "What's wrong?"

"Do you smell that?"

"Smell what?" A frown crossed Janie's face.

The odor was gone. Suddenly. I shook my head. "Nothing. Never
mind."

Janie looked puzzled for a moment, then we sat down to lunch.

That evening, we lit a fire in the fireplace. Well, OK, we used those
fake sawdust and paraffin logs, but it was a fire. Jennifer sat--well, lay,
actually--in one chair, reading a Stephen King book. Janie sat on one
side of me on the sofa, her head on my shoulder. Judy was on the other
end of the sofa, turned sideways, her toes tucked under my butt. Candy
was in the recliner, tilted back, and every once in a while, I heard a soft
snore from her direction.

We had an old Moody Blues album on the turntable. While we have a
cd player, we do have a lot of vinyl albums that still get a lot of play.

We stared into the flames, watching the dance of sparks, just enjoying
each other's company and the music. Who needs television?

The sound started almost directly over our heads: it was the sound of
heavy furniture sliding over the wooden floor. I jumped up and ran
towards the staircase, Janie, Jennifer and Judy following close behind
me. (Candy was still asleep in the recliner.)

We ran up to Jennifer's room, which is where the sound appeared to
come from. Everything was in its place. Janie went into Jen's bathroom
and Judy went next door to the guest bedroom. Nothing was moved.
We looked into the other rooms. Nothing moved.

Janie stood in the hallway, hands on her hips, an angry expression on
her face.

"That's enough, dammit," she growled. She looked up at the ceiling,
and said to thin air, "That's enough. We aren't frightened of you. We
like this house, and we don't want to move, and we don't want to
change things."

The rest of us stood silently, looking at Janie. Janie turned around and
looked down the hallway.

"Can't we just be friends? Can't we all just get along?"

A smile crept over my face at the Rodney King reference, and Jennifer
snickered.

There was no response to Janie's speech. Judy and Janie headed for the
stairs. Jennifer took my hand and stood still, evidently wanting to talk
to me.

"Daddy, is it really a ghost?"

"To tell the truth, Jen, I don't know. What do you think?"

She looked at the King book she was still holding. "I don't know
either. Sometimes I want to believe in ghosts and angels, but other
times..."

I gathered her up in my arms and held her, as she dropped the book.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs wrapped around my
waist, much as she had done when she was tiny, except that when she
was small, her legs wouldn't touch in back. Her cheek pressed against
mine, and I whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, Sweetheart. I won't let
anything hurt you."

As my knees started to give way, she dropped her feet back to the
floor. She's nearly as tall as her mother now, but in that gawky, leggy
stage just before the blossom of puberty. I kissed her forehead, and we
headed downstairs with the others, Jennifer holding my hand, the
Stephen King book dropped and forgotten in the hallway floor.

99: "I Would Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That)"
[1995] [tt4/18]

When I was deciding on titles for this set of stories (even before I
wrote them, just so Shelby could have titles for the index), Meat Loaf's
song came on the radio. It's such a good title. I just didn't know how it
was going to fit into the final story.

In fact, in drawing this series to a close, I have several loose ends to tie
up.

First of all, my nights have finally settled down.

I've stopped sleepwalking and having the strange dreams. While I still
have my doubts about the supernatural, when we took the trunks out of
the house two weeks ago, the phenomena slowed. The pinching has
ended altogether, although we do occasionally feel a light caress from
time to time.

The noises of furniture moving still occur, but less frequently.

Candy's theory is that "The Pincher" (as she called him) was the spirit
of Mrs. B's son that was killed in Vietnam, and that he followed his
footlocker to his brother's home.

Since Candy's the only one of us who has not started working since we
moved, she has had time to do some research at the library in the
newspaper microfilm files.

Remember the newspaper clipping? A child had died in a fall down the
stairs. Candy found some other newspaper references to the event;
investigations showed that the child had not fallen, but had been thrown
down the stairs.

Two weeks later, the child's mother was killed when she was struck by
an automobile, a hit-and-run accident. Candy is still searching, but has
not been able to find any reference to a resolution of either death.

This would be, according to Candy, adequate "reason" for her spirit to
be restless, so she's playing Sherlock Holmes, and trying to resolve the
deaths so that the spirit we call "The Lover" can finally be free.

Candy also thinks that the child's spirit is one of our ghosts, too. The
"Baby Ghost" is the one that opens and closes doors. Well, it's a
theory.

Lastly, there is the "Furniture Mover". Candy's theory on that one is
that it is the spirit of the Steel Man; the man who had this house built,
and who committed suicide when the stock market crashed in 1927.
The theory is that the sound we hear is an "echo" of his death throes;
newspaper reports state that he hanged himself. We never hear the
sounds when anyone is upstairs.

Candy is continuing her research, and if there are any updates, I'll let
you people know.

As I mentioned, when I heard the Meat Loaf song, and decided to use
the title, I had thought that the story that would be connected to it
would be involving the ghosts. But as it turns out, it was more apt for
another developing story.

Late last week, we got a telephone call from Alicia.

The last time we had actually seen Alicia was way back in 1982, just
after Janie and I were married. I told the story in "The Last
Convention" and its companion stories.

Just after that convention, Alicia moved to California. We kept in touch
with occasional letters and Christmas cards, but we had not actually
talked with her since that last convention.

She was coming to visit us here in Pittsburgh. Candy, Judy and Janie
started to get excited, remembering the good times we used to have.
We straightened up the house, prepared the guest room, (although
Candy laughed that it would go unused) and generally got ready for her
visit.

We offered to pick her up at the airport, but she said she was driving.
Driving! From California! So we gave her directions to the house from
the Interstate.

Tuesday evening, the doorbell rang. We all ran to the door.

I almost didn't recognize her. I remembered the slim young woman,
with long, straight black hair down to her waist. The frail, short-haired
woman at the door was a surprise.

So was the young girl standing beside her.

We hugged our greetings. As I gathered her up in my arms, I felt her
wince in pain.

I reduced the pressure of the hug.

"I'm sorry, Tom," she whispered. "Don't stop hugging me."

Alicia introduced us to her daughter, Angelique, and we went into the
family room for a reunion conversation. Judy and Candy put the
finishing touches on supper, and we all sat down to eat. Alicia seemed
to pick at her food; Angelique and Jennifer seemed to spend most of
dinner giggling and whispering to each other.

All through it, I got the impression that there was more to this visit
than Alicia wanted to say, but the conversation was light and friendly.

After dinner, Alicia slipped up to me and asked if we could talk
privately.

"Of course," I said, and we went upstairs to the computer room.

"Tom, this is very hard," she said, tears starting to form in her eyes.

I leaned forward and took her hand. "Tell me."

"I've been a very spoiled little girl," she said, quietly. "My father was
an attorney. He did very well; well enough to provide for his family in a
manner--dammit, more than that--he was one rich son-of-a-bitch. He
set up trust funds for me and my sisters. We would never want for
money, and would never be required to work.

"That's one of the reasons I could go to the Science Fiction
conventions; it's also the reason I could go to California to try to be an
actress without starving to death.

"Just after I went to California, I found out I was pregnant. I knew who
the father was; that was not the point. He was involved with his own
family, and frankly, I did not 'need' him or support from him to
survive.

"So I had Angelique, and I tried to be an actress. I did some television
work, mostly background parts: a waitress, a nurse, a streetwalker. I
was in a Charles Bronson movie, and I even got to wear a Starfleet
uniform in Star Trek III.

"When some men found out I had some money, they made a play for
me, but I was too bright for them... well, most of them.

"Until I met Frank. I fell head over heels for Frank. He loved
Angelique, he loved me. We were married in 1986.

"He was in the music business, a record producer. He had his own
money, and he didn't need mine. We were happy. Happy. Until..."

She dabbed her eyes, pausing in her story. She looked deeply into my
eyes.

"Until one day, he came home, went into our bedroom, and blew his
brains out with a shotgun."

"Oh my god," I whispered.

"I found him. Thank god Angelique was not home.

"After the funeral, I got a call from this guy who said he was a doctor.
He asked me to come to his office to see him.

"I was dubious, but I went. The doctor showed me Frank's chart, and
pointed at a piece of paper. I read it--twice--before it sank in.

"Frank was HIV-positive.

"I guess he couldn't bear to tell me. I guess it's why he killed himself.

"The doctor wanted me to be tested for the virus. He took a sample of
blood, which scared the shit out of me. Then there was the waiting.

"He called me back to his office the next week. He handed me the
results on a sheet of paper.

"I had it."

Tears streamed down her face. I took both her hands in mine, unable to
speak.

"Angelique was tested, too. She didn't have the virus. I've been very
careful, and she's been tested twice yearly. She still tests negative.

"That was five years ago, and now... now I've got what they call 'full-
blown AIDS'. Look."

She took her hands from mine, and opened her blouse. There were dark
splotches on her chest. She closed her blouse, her fingers shaking as
she buttoned back up.  "I don't have much time left, Tom. I want to
ask you a big favor."

"Ask me," I croaked. "Whatever you want."

"Please take charge of our daughter."

The words struck me like a sledgehammer. 'Our daughter'.

"You mean..."

"Yes. Angelique is your daughter. I didn't sleep with anyone else for
two months before or after the time when she was conceived. I'm
absolutely positive you are her father."

"But why didn't..."

"I explained that. I didn't need money from you. I didn't need..."

"I see... I think. I just wish you had..."

"That's past. We can't do anything about that now. Maybe it was a
poor choice. But like I said, I've been a spoiled little girl, and I wanted
to do everything my way.

"But I want you to be her guardian. She has money; I've set up a trust
fund for her, like my daddy did for me. But she needs someone she can
love, and who will love her."

"What about your family? Will this cause stress with them?"

"No. Daddy died two years ago. My mother passed away when I was
seven."

"And your sisters?"

"My older sister was killed in a traffic accident last year. My younger
sister knows about this decision, and has agreed to it."

She reached down and opened her purse. She took out some papers.

"Here's her signed affidavit, saying she agrees with my decision. Here
are the legal papers that will need to be signed with a notary. You can
take them to an attorney if you want.

"And here is the trust agreement, and a recent statement on the
account."

I glanced at the papers, but I was in no state to read them. I set them
down on the computer desk, and reached over and took Alicia's hands.
I pulled her toward me, and she slid over into my lap.

I held her, she sobbed gently.

"I would like nothing better than to make love with you again, Tom.
But..."

"I know," I said... "It's okay... You know that song, the one Meat Loaf
sings?"

"I know the song. 'I Would do Anything for Love'..." She smiled,
wanly. "'But I won't do that.' That doesn't refer to Angelique, does
it?"

"Of course not. I will be overjoyed to be a father again."

We went downstairs; Angelique and Jennifer were playing Monopoly in
the middle of the floor. Janie, Candy and Judy looked at us strangely.

"We have to talk," I said, softly.

This is the end of the Trinity Trilogy stories.

Alicia and Angelique have returned to California for the time being. We
are now preparing for the eventual arrival of our 'new' daughter.
Jennifer is actually rather excited to have a sister.

The Girls invited Alicia to move in here with us; she has declined for
the moment, because she is undergoing an experimental treatment in
California. But when it comes time, she promised...

Personally, I'm still in a state of shock at the prospect of losing Alicia;
I'm glad the Girls picked up the ball, because I'm afraid I bobbled it a
bit.

Candy promised that if she was needed, she would be willing to go to
California to pick up Alicia and Angelique and bring them home.

So the future is again in question. There may be future stories, but
whether I can commit at this time to another series, I cannot say at this
time.

I hope you have enjoyed the stories. Please write and tell us.

So for now, Peace.

Tom


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