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Subject: {ASSM} The Commune  MFF Mf  MMMF MF 1st
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This is a story of good old fashioned American sex. It
is a work of fiction.  Any similarity to actual people
or situations is purely coincidental. 

Usual caveat. This story is purely for the private
enjoyment of the audience.  Any distribution the
description or accounts of this story without the
express permission of the commissioner is prohibited.
No animals were harmed in writing this story.

Constructive feedback is always welcome, at least to
find out that somebody is reading it. Flames are not.

Enjoy	

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	I've lived in a "hippie" commune for the past 10
years.  We're outside a town in Indiana.  The commune
is actually a farm house that my college roommate,
Billy, inherited from his grandparents.  In addition
to Bill and his friend Tommy, we have Kim, Audrey,
Leslie and Susan, who have lived here on and off for
most of the time.  Other men and woman have lived here
for up to a year or so.  
	  Kim and Audrey are trying to open a health food
store in town, Leslie works part time in  a day care
center,  and Susan works as a waitress.  Bill and
Tommy have a band, which gets occasional gigs, and
Tommy is our pot connection.  Bill rents out the farm,
which brings in the rest of our income. 
	Originally, I moved here with my girl friend Lisa,
but she became more strictly vegan, and this town
makes its money from livestock. After three cold
winters, she could not take it any more.  She moved to
one of the coasts,  I don't know which.  I have not
had a regular bed partner since then.
	Fortunately, the commune is dedicated to sex, drugs,
and rock and roll, in that order. All I have to do is
ask for a volunteer and one of the women will offer
herself for the night.  They do that because they
genuinely like me, think I'm a good lover, and
because, as a high school science teacher, I'm the
only one with a steady job.   Susan still sleeps with
Tommy, but all that pot is having a negative effect on
his libido, so she joins me if I ask.  
	Usually I have Kim or Audrey, although I think they
prefer each other.  One night, I was lying in my bed
with Kim sucking my cock and Audrey behind her with a
dildo. 
	"You're a good cock sucker, Kim," I said.
	"She's even a better cunt sucker."  Audrey added.
	Kim pulled away from me and said, "I don't care which
I suck, as long as my mouth and my cunt are full of
sex."
	Then Audrey said, "Let's switch.  I'll get on the bed
and Don can get behind Kim."
	We rearranged ourselves.  Audrey opened her legs wide
and bent her knees so Kim could slurp to her heart's
content.  I positioned myself behind Kim and rammed it
home in her luscious, well lubricated cunt.  Kim
absorbed my pinioning without missing a beat.  She
went to work on Audrey, kissing her clitoris and
licking her labia.  Audrey was delirious, as usual,
with the treatment she was receiving.  She twisted
around on the bed, pushing her twat into Kim's face.
With practice, Kim knew how to pleasure her friend
while being pleasured by me. 
	Of course, I was pleasuring myself as well.  My prick
penetrated warm recesses of Kim's cunt.  I held her by
the shoulders, but I did not want to interfere with
what she was doing to Audrey.  I just continued to
move into her, setting myself up for a gusher.  By
this time, Audrey was over the edge, screaming herself
through a powerful orgasm.  I was grunting as my prick
got ready to release. 
	"I'm going to cum,"  I said.
	"Don't cum yet.  I'm not ready."  Kim said. I held
myself back for a few seconds.
	"Now do it." Kim yelled.
	I let my cum come pulsing  out.  Nevertheless, my
prick stayed hard enough for Kim to rock herself 
through a multiple  cum.  
	As I lay down on the bed, I said, "Thank you, girls. 
I can always count on you for a wonderful time."
	Audrey replied, "Thank you.  Kim was great, and you
inspired her."
	"Audrey, you inspired Kim too," I said.
	Kim didn't say anything.  She just had a calm smile
on her face.
	My sex life with Leslie or Susan was less athletic, 
but no less satisfying, especially when enhanced by a
toke of good weed.  They were perfectly capable of
giving and receiving a good old fashioned American
fuck.  However, over recent years, I have been less
dependent on the women of the commune for my sexual
release.
	You may wonder how a superannuated hippie ended up
teaching science in a hick town on the prairie. 
First, I knew I didn't want to go to graduate school
or work in a big company, so what else can  you do
with a bachelor's in biology?  I came here because of
Billy, stayed initially because of the women, and
stayed more recently as I made a life here.  Why did
the school hire me?   Because it's not easy to find
science teachers who are willing to work for what they
pay here.  I can afford it only because of the
commune.  When I interviewed for the job, they just
asked me whether I would teach evolution as a theory
or a fact.  I said evolution was  a theory, but a good
one.  That was good enough for them.
	I also found that I could enjoy the job by staying on
the good side of the school board president.  That
meant being on top of her. 
	I was working here a couple of years when I
approached the school board for some new computers and
other equipment for the science lab.  The  president
of the school board said we should talk about it
privately.   The president, Carole Clinton, was a
tall, trim brunette, about 10 years older than me. 
She was married to one of the richest ranchers in the
county. She clearly  once had a pretty body, but on
whom the ravages of alcohol and a bad marriage had
taken their toll.  When I first met her, I felt sorry
for her.  
	I met her for dinner at the only luxury restraint in
town.  We spent most of the evening talking about the
commune rather than the lab.  She indicated she wanted
to see it.   I took her out there, wondering how she
would handle the women walking without bras or the men
toking up a blue haze.  When we got there, Tommy and
Susan were sharing a joint, as well giving each other
a good feel.  Carole let her curiosity get in the way
of her judgment.
	"I always wanted to try pot, I never wanted to do
anything dangerous or illegal." She said.  	
	I said, "Pot is relatively harmless in small doses."
	"What about in large doses?"   She asked.
	"Anything is dangerous in large doses."  Tommy said. 
 He let her drag on a joint.  She coughed, but inhaled
part of the smoke.   She sat down, feeling giddy.   
	"Look at the different shades of brown on the rug."
She said.
	I sat down next to her.   Tommy and Susan went up to
his room to resume their session. 
	"Are they going to have sex?"  Carole asked.
	"I guess so."  I said, matter of factly.
	She put her hand on my thigh.  "Can we go to your
room?"  She asked.
	"Sure," I said, not sure whether she was
propositioning me.
	We got upstairs and I put on some classical music. 
She stood listening to the music for a few minutes.  I
came up behind her and put my  hands on her shoulders.
 She leaned against me, as I put my arms around her.  
	"I like being held by a younger man.   It makes me
feel sexy."   She said quietly.  
	She turned around and kissed me.  We held each other
for a few minutes, and then sat on the bed.  I pushed
her down, kissing her and feeling her tits.  She made
no effort to stop me.  She rolled over on top of me,
kissing me and hugging me tight.   
	I opened her blouse and said, "Let me see if your
breasts are as pretty to look at as they are to feel."
  
	She removed her blouse and then unhooked her bra. 
	"Here, see for your self." She said.
	Her breasts were large, and starting to show a bit of
sag, but were inviting enough.   I kissed her tits and
her tummy, and placed my hand under her skirt.  She
closed her eyes and enjoyed for a while.  Then she got
up and put her hands on my belt. As she undid my
pants, she said,  "Lets see if you have what it takes
to do mamma some good."
	She pulled down my trousers and underpants, exposing
my prick. 
	"This has potential, " She said.
	She started to play with my prick and suck it.   She
covered it with with her mouth.  She pulled with her
lips, while stroking me by the root.  It felt
heavenly.  It was almost too heavenly.
	"Keep that up and I'll shoot in your mouth."  I
warned.
	"I have a better place for this."   She said.
	She stripped off her remaining skirt and panties.   I
stood up and pulled down my pants and removed my
shirt.  We stood embracing by the foot of the bed. 
	"I'll get a condom," I said.
	"No need.  There are some advantages to being over
thirty-five."
	We lay down together.  I played with her pussy, but I
found she was already wet and excited.  So I
positioned my self at the entrance to her slit, and
forced my way in.
	"Oh yeah, that feels good, " She sighed.
	I moved slowly but deliberately.    
	"I haven't had such a good fucking in months.  You
give mamma a good time."  She said.		 I thought she
was married, but this did not feel like the right time
to ask.  Instead, I stayed with her.  I changed speeds
and rhythms, to make it more exciting.  She was
sighing and moaning with each thrust.  
	"Do it to me.  Fuck me real hard.  Oh, yeah!  "  She
exclaimed.
	I moved as deep as I could.  I wanted  her to feel
every inch of my prick.  
	"That's the way.   Give it to me!  Give it to me! 
Your making me cum!"   She wailed. 
	I stayed with her, letting her take one orgasm after
another.  Only after she had achieved her third
experience did I let her have it all.
	"Oh baby, I want to cum, too."  
	My prick felt like a bottle rocket, as I pumped
myself to ecstasy.  I came repeatedly into her eager
pussy.  
	She giggled as I wiggled a bit inside her.  I then
pulled out and lay next to her.
	"That was the best experience I've had in a long
time.  I'm going to have to make you a regular."  She
said.
	Thus began my long term but casual affair with Carole
Clinton.  We would get  together once or twice a
month, always on a week-end, and always at the
commune.  I was sure I was not her only lover. Through
her, I met six or eight other women like her.  The
were the elite of this town,  rich, bored and horney. 
 All but two were married, none happily.  I since
found out Carole and her husband would fuck any body
except each other.  If I was not available during the
week, they ended up with either Billy or Tommy.  Kim
and Audrey felt left out until it became clear that
some of the women also liked pussy.  Leslie and Susan
were also able to link up with some of the husbands. 
We knew we were being used for sex, but to people in
our mid-twenties to be sexually available to rich
housewives in their late thirties or early forties was
flattering.  Some of them talked publicly against
drugs, sex and pornography, but they could give
lessons in hypocrisy.  They never gave us any money,
but they bought us some nice presents.  They liked us,
and me especially, because we were clean and not into
hard drugs.  Coming to the commune gave sex a sense of
intrigue. 
	During school vacations,  one of the divorcees,
Peggy, took me on vacation trips to the Caribbean.   A
number of guests knew that I was her boy toy, but
neither of us minded.  I would take her from behind
and squeeze her tits until she had a mind blowing cum.
 
	Sometimes we were a bit kinky.   Joan liked her sex a
bit rougher than her husband felt comfortable with.  
She liked to pretend that sex was being forced upon
her, that she was being raped.   One day Billy and
Tommy and I drove her to a remote area of the farm.
	"Where are we going?"  She asked.
	"Some where you want to go.  But if we go too far,
your safe word is Hoosier."  I said. 
	"Hoosier."  She repeated. She understood what that
meant.
	After we arrived at an old barn, we pulled her out of
the car.   We dragged her to a hayloft.
I held her from behind while Billy pulled down her
slacks, and Tommy undid her shirt.   As soon as we had
her naked, we forced her to her knees.  Bill pulled
out his prick.
	"Suck it and make it cum all over your dirty mouth." 
 He ordered. 
	I gave her a whack on the ass to encourage her.  Bill
grabbed her face and forced it onto his prick.  She
went to work on him, while Tommy and I played with her
tits and cunt.  When she was finished with Bill, we
wanted her to be ready for us.  I pulled down my pants
and stroked my prick along her ass. 
	"Don't do me up the ass!"  She begged. 
	"Why not?  You deserve it.  But I want your cunt
first." I said.
	I entered her cunt from behind as she continued to
suck on Bill.  I went at her hard, making her feel
that she was at my mercy.   While I was getting myself
hard and wet with her cunt, Tommy lay on the ground
beneath her.  I then pulled out and made her lower her
cunt onto him.  Since I was now wet, I had no trouble
forcing myself up her ass.
	"Nooooo.  Not the ass." She wailed.
	"Hoosier? " I asked.
	She didn't answer.
	I said, "Gentlemen, start your engines.  Let's all
cum together in this delectable piece of ass.  Ready
Joan?"
	She mumbled something, as her mouth was full of cock.
 We went to town on her.  I forced her to bob up and
down on Tim's cock in sync with my movements  in her
ass.  We could tell she was getting very excited. Then
Bill, "Let me cum first in her mouth.  Then Joan will
be free to give you her all."
	Bill pushed all the way in her throat, almost gagging
her.  His searing love juice bounced off her chin, and
drenched her chest.   Some even dripped onto Timmy.
	Timmy was too into his own excitement to care.  Joan
was screaming wildly with passion. 
	"Your brutal assault is making  me cum."  She
exclaimed.
	I redoubled my efforts.  I felt this intense burning
in my prick that was begging for release.   Pulse
after pulse of cum flowed into her rectum.  Tim also
released a flood of cum up her cunt.  Joan's body
vibrated with pleasure from her triple fucking.
	We pulled out and let Joan collapse onto the hay. 
She had a glazed look in her eye and was breathing
heavily.  Her body was drenched in sweat and cum.  
	"How do you feel?" I asked her.
	" Three holes.  I didn't know it was possible."  She
said.
	"Are you in pain?"
	"A little sore.  But it was worth it.  It's  not
every rapist who gives a girl a safe word."
	We used her a lot over the next few months, with her
apparent permission.   The only times she used her
safe word was when we had her tied spread eagle too
long and when I threatened to burn her tits with a
marijuana joint. 
		
	
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	We went on this way for over a year, until one day a
student in my junior chemistry class said she wanted
to talk to me after class.   I knew  she was  Marianne
Clinton, who was the daughter of  Carole Clinton, one
of my girlfriends.   She was actually fairly bright,
and easily got A's in my classes.  I had many very
pretty girls in my classes, but I thought of them as
students rather than as potential partners.   Marianne
was a blonde version of her mother, tall and fit, with
a pleasant face and ample boobs.  However, I sometimes
found myself fantasizing about laying Marianne and
wondering if she was as good as her mother.
	Marianne said, "Mr.  Beck, I want to talk to you in
private.   I want to ask you a favor."
	I agreed to meet her that afternoon in a coffee shop.
 She had gone home and changed from a school outfit
into a halter top and short shorts.
	"You look very pretty today, Marianne."  I said.
	"Thank you.   I wanted to talk to you to ask two very
big favors.   First, I want you to stop fucking my
mother.  I'm worried that my father will find out
about it.  I don't give two shits for him, but I love
her and like you, and I don't want to see you hurt."
	"I thought your father was cool with us.  I thought
he had his own fun."
	"He used to.   But he's getting more out of control."
	"Why doesn't your mother divorce him?"
	"He said he'd kill her, and I believe it.  The only
reason he leaves me alone is that my mother said she'd
have him in jail so long he come out an impotent old
man if touched a hair on my head."
	"Have you talked to your mother about it?  Have you
talked to her other boyfriends."
	"You and your hippy friends are the only ones I know
about.  I'm sure she has others, but I don't know who
they are.  She is not as worried as I am, but she said
she would be more careful."
	"I'll call your mother and see what to do.  What is
your other favor?"
	"I want your help in getting into Princeton, or some
similar school."
	"What's wrong with the University of Indiana?  I went
there and so did your mom."
	"If I go to the University, I'll marry someone like
my dad and end up like my mom.  I need to go 
somewhere where I'd meet different kinds of people."
	"In order to go to a top school, you'd need to be
number one or two  in your class, have college board
scores above 1400, and have some other unique
achievement."
	"I'm in the top couple of places now,  my preliminary
scores were 1410, and I could work with you on a
science project.  It would be fun.  Besides, I'd make
it worth your while."  She added seductively.
	"How could you make it worth my while?  You're only
seventeen."
	"I'm not a virgin, Mr. Beck.  But I'm tired of doing
it with sports stars who only care about themselves
and who can't do me any good."  
	I said I'd think about it and get back to her.   As
we left the coffee shop, she flashed me her boobs.  I
checked with the guidance counselor, who said that
Marianne could be considered a candidate for an elite
school. I also spoke with her mother, who said she was
not afraid, but agreed to stop seeing me and the guys
at the house for Marianne's sake.  Leslie also stopped
seeing Carole's husband.  She said that a man should
use his prick, not be one. (Tragically, about three
years later, after Marianne was in college, Carole's
husband saw her leaving a motel with a man just has he
was entering with is own bimbo.  He shot them both,
and is now spending the rest of his life in jail. )  I
told Marianne that I agreed to make her my first
project.  She gave me such a warm smile that I knew it
would just a matter of time before this delectable
piece ended up  my bed. 
	The first opportunity came two weeks later.  I was a
chaperone at the junior/senior prom. Marianne wore a
fancy gown with a neck line that amply displayed her
cleavage, and precluded her from wearing a bra.  The
backless dress made her look very mature.  Her date,
one of the football stars, was obviously drunk and was
pawing all over her.  By the end of the dance, I felt
he needed to be driven home.  Unfortunately, none of
his friends was a designated driver.  Marianne was
justifiably afraid to drive with him. 
	She came up to me and pleaded, "Mr. Beck, get me out
of here.  I am afraid of the way these boys are
acting."
	I took her in my car.  As it turned out, she was
right to be afraid.  There as a bad crash after the
dance, and several of the boys and their dates were
badly injured.  By this time, she and I were well on
our way, so we did not hear about it until the next
day.
	"Let's go to our house,  okay?"   I asked her.
	"Yes.  I'd like to see this hippie den."  She said.
	When we got home, I told her to be quiet, because one
of her mother's friends was already there.  
	I offered her a soft drink.  Suddenly, we heard a
scream of sexual ecstasy coming from Bill's room up
stairs.
	"She sure is having fun."  Marianne said, with a hint
of envy.
	"We can have fun ourselves."   I said.  I thought to
myself I'd much rather have this sexy teenager than a
menopausal rich bitch. 
	I lead her upstairs to my room.  She explored my
books and discs.   
	"Let me put on some music."  I said.  I chose a
Mozart piano concerto.  
	"That's lovely."   She said, smiling.
	"As lovely as you are, my dear."  I said as I put my
arms around her.
	I turned down the lights.  We kissed softly.  She
closed her eyes as I undid the clasp on her dress. 
The top fell away, revealing her luscious breasts.  I
sat on the bed and pushed her dress to the floor. I
held her, kissing each breast in turn.  She thrust her
chest in my face, giving me a mouthful of her body.  
She was naked except for her panties.  I played with
her ass through her panties. 
	I said, "We'd better get into bed.  Will I need a
condom?"
	"No. I'm on the pill."  She said.
	I stripped down to my shorts and joined her on the
bed.  She had already pulled off her panties, and was
laying there in her naked beauty.   Momentarily, her
loveliness took my breath away. 
	"You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever
seen."  I said.
	"Even more beautiful than my mother? "   She asked.
	"By far." 
	I lay down to kiss her.  I started at the face, and
moved down her entire body.  I gently kissed her
pussy, and continued down her leg.   I then started on
the other leg, moving up.  Each time I kissed her
pussy, and then moved up to her breasts.  I wanted to
stimulate her gradually.  I repeated the process,
spending a bit more time playing with her pussy.  
	"That feels so good,"   She said, sighing.
	"If that feels good, how about this?  Spread your
legs a bit wider."  I got between her legs and gave
her pussy a thorough licking.   She played with her
breasts as I went down on her.  Her breathing got
heavier.  But I did not want her to cum yet. I pulled
off her.
	"Why did you stop?  That was feeling so good.  I was
almost ready to cum."
	"Because I don't want you to cum on my face.  I want
you to cum on this."
	I pulled off my shorts, revealing my stiff pecker.  
	"Feel this."  I said pulling her hand on my prick.
	"My.  I want that."  She said.
	"You ask, and you receive."  I said, climbing over
her.
	I gave her slit a gentle push, and then went in all
the way.
	"Let's make this last."   I said.
	"I want it to last, but I want it now."   She said,
urging me on.
	I started to move within her.
	"That's what  I want.  Now fuck the living daylights
out of me." 
	That's all I had to hear.  I picked up the pace,
moving in her hard and deep. 
	"Oh yes.  Fuck me hard.  Fuck me as hard as you can. 
Don't hold back."
	She pushed up against me to increase the pressure.  
We were both grunting and moaning as our pleasure
mounted. 
	"Bring me off, now.  Yes! Yes!  I'm cuming!"   She
exclaimed.  I kept pumping, lost in my own feelings.  
	"I'm cuming again!  I don't believe it."  She said. 
Her eyes were closed and her body convulsed with
pleasure.  
	My cum was pulsing out of my prick,  while her speech
was reduced to some incoherent grunts.  It took us
several minutes to come down from the peak.  I pulled
out and lay next to her. 
	"That was the best sex of my life.  I often don't
even cum when I'm with a guy.  I never had two."
	"You are a very sexy girl.  You must bring out the
best in me."  I said. 
	After a rest, she got on top of me and we did it
again.  She spent the night with me.  
	The next morning, I was concerned.
	"You'd better call your mom.  She'd worry where you
are."  I said.
	"She knows where I am.  She'd rather have me safe
with you than driving with some drunk jocks."
	As the summer went on, I spent more time with
Marianne and less with my rich girl friends.  Tommy
and Bill continued to entertain them as before, but
Marianne was only interested in me.   Peggy, the
divorcee, invited me to go to Europe with her, all
expenses paid, but I turned her down.  She took Bill
instead.  
  	The only time I had for someone like Joan was while
Marianne was with her mother on college interviews.
briefed them on how to handle the interviews and on
what to look for as they visited each college or
university.  When they came  back, I helped Marianne
on a science project which she would use in her
application.   Although I enjoyed sleeping with her, I
made her academic preparation my first priority.   
	She did not get admitted to Princeton, but she
attended Emory University in 
Atlanta, which was almost as good from her point of
view.  When other girls saw what I did with Marianne, 
they got excited that I could do it for them.  I
decided to take on one major project a year.  My
initial requirement was that the girl have a good mind
and good body, and be willing to use them.    By the
following Spring, Marianne was feeling jealous that I
was spending time with younger girls.  I told her that
she would be leaving, and I would be staying, and it
would not be fair to make any claims on each other. 
She did not like that, but understood.
	It turned out that the next project was a girl named
Sherry.  She was not as pretty or smart as Marianne,
but she was more sexually adventurous.  She especially
like to have sex outside.  We often went to the old
barn.  One of her favorite ways to do it was while
skinny dipping.
	 One  warm fall day we went to a small pond on the
farm.  We took off our clothes and dove in.   After
splashing and swimming for a while, I sat up at the
end of a small dock.  Sherry swam up to me, eying my
prick.  She seized it in her mouth as if she were a
fish and my prick was a worm.  She gulped around it,
trying to get as much as possible, while it grew to
its full size.  I was enjoying the blow job, but she
suddenly swam away.  
	"Come back,"  I said.
	"Come and get me."  She answered.
	 I dove in to join her, as she went under water.  She
emerged in front of me.  
	"Let me use your buoyancy to lift you onto my prick. 
Put your legs around my waist." 
	I had her pussy fully engaged.  We floated together
like that for a few minutes, but each time I tried to
push into her, she floated way.  
	"We had better go onto dry land."  She said. 
	"No.  Just let me push you against the dock. " 
	 I stood in the water.   She floated pinned between
the dock and my legs, holding  onto me.  She was
splashing around in the water as she got more excited.
 She put her hand on the dock to hold herself in
place.
	"Oh yeah, this is more like it."   She said.
	I put my hands on her hips to move her over my prick.
 She got so excited she almost drowned.  By
controlling her movements as well as my own I was able
to build to a crescendo.
	"I'm cuming in your luscious cunt."  I said.
	"Yes.  Fill me up!"   She exclaimed. 
	We hit the wall together.  Some of my semen oozed out
of her box and floated in the water between us.  After
I released her, we swam across the pond to lie on the
shore.  
	As the weather got colder, we had to keep our
adventures indoors.  But she enjoyed having me take
her from the rear, as well as sixty-nine oral sex. 
Sherry gave me some of the best sex I ever had.  But
she was too sexy to confine herself to one guy.  When
I was at work, she would skip school to make it with
Bob and Tommy, often together.  I did not like her
playing hooky, but I knew better than to be jealous,
because I would have done the same thing.  
	The women who were my first few projects were upper
or middle class, who probably would have gotten into
college without my help, although maybe one not as
prestigious.   My fifth project, however, had  a
working class background.  Jennifer was very
intelligent and had a very sweet face, but not a knock
out beauty.  I approached her about working with me.
	"I'd rather not, Mr. Beck."  She said.
	"Why not?"  I asked. 
	" I can barely afford the Indiana University.   I
certainly can't afford some private college. My father
is an auto mechanic.  I'd be the first person in my
family to ever graduate high school, much less go to
college. "
	"I can help you get scholarships."   I said.
	"Maybe.  All the girls say they have to sleep with
you in order for you to help them.  I'm saving myself
for marriage. "
	"You're not saving yourself for marriage.  You're
just saving yourself for later.  Saving yourself for
marriage made sense in the days when women got married
at sixteen, had a baby at eighteen, and were dead by
thirty-five.  Today women get married in their late
twenties or early thirties.  Are you going to remain a
virgin for the next ten or fifteen years?  Not if
you're normal and not a nun.   Besides, you don't have
to do anything you don't want to.   I'll help you
anyway, because I'm your teacher."
	I worked out an arrangement with Jennifer. 
Basically, I would make her my project for nothing. 
Like the other girls, she came to the commune to work
with me.  I occasionally tried to touch her, but she
did not respond.   She discovered the worlds of fine
art and music through me.  Her English grades improved
as well as her science grades.  She graduated in the
top five percent of her class.  She also got enough
financial aid to attend Indiana without a work/study
grant.  
	Just before she was about to leave for college, she
came over to say good bye.
	"I want to thank you for all you've done for me."  
She said.
	"You're welcome."
	"I'd like to repay you, but I really don't know how."
  She stared at the bed in my room.		"Yes you do, but
you're not ready to do it."
	"I guess."
	"Well, I'm not going to force you."
	I could see the indecision in her face.  
	"I will put a little pressure on you, however."
	I took her in my arms and kissed her passionately. 
She did respond, but she did not resist either.   We
were each wearing t-shirts and shorts.  I pulled up
her t-shirt and played with her tits.	
	"What are you doing to me?"  She asked.
	"Do you want me to stop?"
	She did not answer.  I took that as permission to
continue my seduction.  I undid her bra, freeing her
breasts.
	"You have delectable breasts.  I could feast on them
all night."  I said.
	I kissed and fondled them  for several minutes.  She
did not say any thing, but I could tell she was
enjoying it.  I started to feel between her legs
through her shorts.  At first, she seemed shocked.
	"Why are you doing that to me?  Stop that."  She
said, without conviction. 
	"Lets get this pesky cloth out of the way."  I said.
	I yanked down her short and panties.  I inspected her
exposed pussy. 
	"Your pussy looks cute and inviting. " I said. 
	I then put my hand on it and started to rub.  
	"Stop that.  It's torture. It's wonderful.  Stop.  
Don't stop."  She mumbled, all the while getting tense
and excited.  I wanted her to cum on my hand. I stuck
two fingers in her slit, and put my thumb on her clit.
	
	"Your making me feel  very strange."   She said,
moaning
	I continued to message her clitoris. 
	"That must be my g-spot. I don't know if I can stand
it."  
	I inserted a third finger into her tight slit. 
	"My God.   What's happening to me?  My whole bottom
is vibrating."   
	I played with her until she climbed the mountain and
was coming down.
	"Why did you do that to me?"
	"I wanted you to feel what it is like  to be a
woman."
	"Did I have an orgasm?"
	"Yes."
	"Am I still a virgin?"
	"Yes."  
	"What about you?"
	"I still have my clothes on.   This is about your
pleasure, not mine.  Sex is about making your partner
feel good."
	"I thought men just care about their own pleasure."
	"Many boys do, but no true gentleman does."
	"I want to return the favor.  What do I do?"
	I removed all my clothes and lay back down on the
bed.  
	"I don't know what to do.  I've never seen a man's
thing before."
	"It's called a penis,  colloquially called a prick." 
Always the teacher.  "All you do is put your hand on
it. You can touch it, kiss it, what ever you want."
	She tentitively put her hand on my prick as if it
were a hot stick, but she didn't move it.  
	"Let me help you."  I said.  I put my hand on hers
and started to stroke it.  She pulled her hand away,
and started to cry.
	"I can't do it. I'm a failure.  You can have such
sexy girls.  I don't even know what you see in me."
	I put my arm around her.  I said, "You are  not a
failure.   You are a very sweet girl who has a lot to
learn."
	"Help me,"  She pleaded.
	"First get the rest of those clothes off.    Let me
just get this condom, because we certainly don't want
you to get pregnant."
	Her bra was still loose about her chest, and panties
were still around her ankles.   Jennifer remove it
all, and lay back on the bed, with an expectant look. 
I climbed in next to her.  I took her in my arms,
kissing her.  She melted back, enjoying what I was
doing to her body.  I rubbed my prick against her leg
to get it hard.  I then put it at the entrance of her
slit.
	"I want it to feel good.  Stop me if it doesn't."  I
said.
	"Will it feel like when you used your hand?"  She
whispered.
	"Hopefully, better."  
	I pushed in slowly but firmly.   She sighed.  
	"Oooh!   It stings a bit.  But it feels good."
	I kissed her and played with  her breasts while I
pushed into her pussy.  I leaned back a bit to make it
more  comfortable for her.  I was amazed how tight her
pussy was.   The pressure she kept on me was
incredible.   She as involuntarily moving her pelvis
as I maintained my pace.  However, I knew I could not
hold out much longer.  Her  moans merged into a squeal
of pleasure, like a child at play.   I squirted wave
after wave of semen into the expanding bag.   
	I pulled out and lay next to her.
	"I'm sorry I came so fast.  Usually I can hold out
longer,  but your pussy was so firm and wonderful."  I
said.
	"I think I had an orgasm too.  That was wonderful
being next to you."
	"Stay here.  I have to take care of this condom."  I
said.
	"I would not go anywhere." 
	When I got back I took her in my arms.
	"Am I still a virgin?"  She asked.
	"No. Now you fully a woman.  And a very sweet one."
	"I said I wanted to stay a virgin, but I'm glad I
lost it with you rather than some clumsy
undergraduate."
	"I am too.  I want you to stay the night with me."
	"I'd like to, but I'm leaving for college first thing
in the morning and I still have to pack."
	"I want you to come see me as soon as you have some
vacation."
	"I will.    I promise."
	Jennifer got up and put on her clothes.  She kissed
me and left.
	During Thanksgiving vacation she came back and spent
the night with me.  Unlike the other people in the
commune, she knew how to cook.  She was the sweetest,
must generous and caring woman I ever met.   Gradually
we became an "item" among our friends.  Our sex life
improved as she experimented with different approaches
and positions.  She invited me to classical music
concerts at the university.  We  vacationed together
at the cabins in Brown County. 	
	Over the next few years she was at the university, 
we saw each other when ever we could.  She invited me
to classical music concerts at the university.  We
started to vacation together.  I continued to offer
high schools help in getting into college, but
sleeping with me became optional rather than required.
I was ten years older than Jennifer and fifteen years
older than my students.   I began to wonder if I was
too old to seduce high school juniors.
	Now Jennifer is graduating.   Unlike all the other
girls who were my projects, she is coming back to
town.  She accepted a position as a fourth grade
teacher.  She wants to move into the commune with us. 
But over the past few years, changes were happening at
the commune.
	First,  Kim and Audrey had a lesbian commitment
ceremony and moved to Indianapolis, where they think
their health food store will do better.  
	I asked Audrey whether she still liked sex with men.
	"It isn't a matter of sex.  It's a matter of whom you
love." She said.
	 Susan and Tommy then decided to get married.  They
bought the restaurant where she used to work and are
opening a non-alcoholic night club as a venue for high
school and college rock bands.    
	Finally,  Leslie decided to move to Indianapolis and
become a high priced call girl, after making contact
with the men around here.  Bill opted for being a
gigolo after finding out from Joan and Peggy how many
rich housewives there are to please.  They figured why
not accept money for what they would probably do for
free.
	Bill offered free use of the house to me and
Jennifer, but we decided it was too big.  We will take
an apartment somewhere in town.   The commune that I
enjoyed for so many years is over, and it is time to
move on with my girl friend.   As we each got dressed
to go to work, I thought life was wonderful.  I looked
at my watch.   September 11, 2001.  What could
possibly go wrong?  
	


		


	
	
	



	
	
	
	

	
	
	

	
	
	
	
	



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