Message-ID: <47262asstr$1081163402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Mail-Format-Warning: No previous line for continuation: Wed Aug 14 16:30:23 2002Return-Path: <pat_fitzg@yahoo.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <20040405043415.99202.qmail@web60504.mail.yahoo.com> From: Patrick Fitzgerald <pat_fitzg@yahoo.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 4 Apr 2004 21:34:15 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} "NUDISM"(FMMM,MF,Fm,mm;v,o,a;ROM)[Patrick Fitzgerald] X-Original-Subject: Story Submission Lines: 1296 Date: Mon, 5 Apr 2004 07:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2004/47262> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar "NUDISM"(FMMM,MF,Fm,mm;v,o,a;ROM)[Patrick Fitzgerald] = = = ADULT MATERIAL. WARNING! This story contains graphic, explicit, sexual fantasy intended for adults only. If you are not of legal age to read or view such material, if such literature is illegal in your area, or if, at any point, you are offended by the sexual fantasies involving unusual practices, or for any other reason, STOP IMMEDIATELY, DO NOT READ BEYOND THIS POINT, AND ERASE THIS FILE NOW. Remember, this is NOT a guide or suggestion for action. Since it is fantasy it does not address the very real problems of disease, physical or emotional damage, illegality or the means of avoiding them. It is not based on any real life experiences and no character is meant to resemble any specific person. (c) Copyright 1999 BY Patrick Fitzgerald. ALL Rights Reserved. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit including use by membership for fee Internet sites without the written permission of the author. It may be distributed or archived provided that there are no charges and this warning notice is attached and the story is not changed or abridged. The author may be contacted at pat_fitzg@yahoo.com and would appreciate your comments and suggestions. = = = THE JOYS OF NUDISM My wife, Joan, had finally talked me into spending a late summer weekend at the nudist camp in the Santa Monica mountains just north of us. We planned to get there after dinner Friday evening. I don't have anything against nudists. It's just that I don't have time to waste a weekend standing around, getting sunburned to look at a lot of tits, asses, vulvas and cocks. I like people, but I feel nudism's not enough of a mutual interest on which to build friendships. That said, we packed the car with almost nothing and drove up there. We signed in, gawked at the inmates as we drove to the cottage that had our room, went in and undressed. We walked to the meeting hall and stood around awkwardly for a few minutes. Finally, Joan said, "We'll never meet anyone this way. Let's split up and talk to people." She walked off and moved into a rather loud group of attractive young nudists. I still felt uncomfortable so I watched people, listened to their conversations and sipped a non-alcoholic punch. Then, I wandered over to a table and read the literature they had displayed. Next, I read all the notes, notices and schedules they had on the bulletin board. There were four discussion groups scheduled for Saturday evening. The first three titles were what I'd expect: "The Joys of Nudism," "How to Introduce Your Friends to Nudism," and "The Nudist Movement, Worldwide." The fourth title, "A Discussion of the Validity of Varying Sexual Mores Among Different Social Cultures - Led by Melissa Jordan, PhD" was unexpected. I could imagine what that one would be like. Several groups were arranging private parties for Saturday night, possibly because there was no alcohol in the meeting hall. I moved over to the group Joan was in and stood at the edge of it and off to one side. She had become part of the group and was having a good time. At 11:00 someone announced over the public address system that there was a full day tomorrow, so they were closing the meeting hall now. I went over to Joan, and we walked to our room. We didn't talk much because our opinions so far had almost no common ground. The next morning we got up, showered, I covered myself with sunscreen, and we went to the meeting hall. We had breakfast and listened to the schedule being read over the public address system. There were aerobics, volleyball, tennis, horse shoes, swimming, baseball, body building, and weight training. They also had a class for the latest dances, a sing-along group, a bridge group, and a nature walk through the woods at the back of the camp. Joan and her adopted group hit the aerobics first, the volleyball next, the swimming an hour after lunch and then the dance class. I tried to read so I wouldn't look so out of place. After a while, I gave up on that and wandered around aimlessly. A young girl said, "You look as if you aren't enjoying yourself too much." "I'm sorry, I hadn't realized it was so apparent. I don't mind being naked, but I'm not much for group athletics or the other recreations they have scheduled." "Don't apologize. What you seem to be saying is that the bodies are nice, but the personalities leave a lot to be desired." I did a double take and looked at this kid. She was a small blond with a pretty face. Her breasts looked like two pink fondues from See's Candies. Her rear end was so small and skinny you could almost see the bones sticking out of it, and her mound didn't even have any hair on it yet. She looked like she was an undeveloped fourteen, but she spoke like an adult. "I didn't say that at all, but it's exactly what I meant. Am I that transparent, or are you so quick that you can read people that accurately?" She laughed and said, "A little of both. I'm comfortable with this place because my parents brought me here since I was a baby, but I feel the same way you do about most of the people." Someone whistled and she said, "Oh, excuse me. They need me to help set up the room for a discussion group. See you later." As she ran off, I watched her beautiful skinny little body and tiny flat rear end. I realized that I suddenly had a full erection so I put my hands in front of me and looked around. There was only one fat old woman with sunglasses on, sunbathing on a lounge a few feet away. Maybe she hadn't seen me. Then she said with a strong eastern European accent, "Don't be ashamed. If I vos young man, I vould get same thing with pretty girl like her. Dot's advantage of nudism. You don't have to tell girl how you feel in vords. You can show her. Much more honest." She continued, "Sonny, don't vorry about size of your penis. In all my life my best lovers vere men vit small penis. The more equipment they got, the less they know how to use it. Those young Cossacks with clubs betveen their legs, they should go vith each other. They no good for any voman." I thanked her and walked off. Her lecture had managed to completely get rid of my erection. Since it was late afternoon, I went back to the room and took a shower to wash off the sunscreen. I thought about and verified my first impression of the selection of people. I agree, it was prejudice, but my initial feelings were more accurate than they usually are. First, there are the older family types, often European like the woman I had just left, who really believe in the whole sun worshiper-freedom of the body idea. Second, there are the exhibitionists. These break down into three sub-types. Type one is the body builder with rippling, steroid-enhanced muscles. They walk around flexing as if they were on display. The steroids make their penises grow quite large, but they're just for looks, because the steroids also reduce their potency. Type two are the Barbie Dolls. These are the ex-cheer leaders, beauty pageant contestants, hopeful movie extras, and any others of the big boobs, long legs and round-ass set. They parade, prance and giggle at the muscle men. They wear dark glasses so they can watch all the guys who are admiring their bodies. If a guy gets any sort of an erection they act insulted, but he's made their day. The third type is the cocksman. I saw more huge hung men walking around there in the first ten minutes than I did in gym locker rooms all through high school, college and my health club. These are males whose whole personality is based on their penis size. They've to come to a nudist camp where they can show their only important attribute and to validate their existence. Yes, I admit I felt intimidated. My penis is five and a half inches long by an inch and a half in diameter. That's a bit shorter and thinner than average, and it shrinks to a nub less than an inch by three-quarters of an inch when I'm cold or tense. Most of what you see is just wrinkled and puckered foreskin. I hoped the old European woman was right. Joan came in and took a shower. She was radiant. We went over to the meeting and recreation hall for the social hour before dinner. Joan, who was skinny, flat chested and flat assed when I married her at eighteen, had put on a few pounds and turned into a Barbie Doll herself. The difference was, it happened to her so late she was less sure of herself than many of the others were. Several studs in her group recognized she was more approachable than most, so they congregated around her. Because she was frequently glancing at all their gigantic cocks, she was all the more interesting to them. We had dinner then a replay of last night. Since I couldn't take much more of this, I walked over to the fourth discussion group room. I went in just to watch this naked group of people talking about academic subjects they didn't know anything about and see how silly they would be. I wondered where the PhD was, because the person who appeared to be leading the group was the small blond teenager from this afternoon. One stud was saying that monogamy for women and promiscuity for men was biologically ordained. He reasoned that there was just one ovum but millions of sperm. Therefore, the woman is supposed to be fertilized by just one male, but the males are supposed to try to fertilize millions of females. The young girl said, "That's the same reasoning as the king used in the King and I. `Women are like flowers. Men are like honey bees. The man must flit from flower to flower to flower. The woman must never flit from bee to bee to bee.'" He said that was exactly what he meant. Then she said, "Well, to carry the analogy further: All the honey bees are female and most of the flowers are bisexual." He asked how that applied, and she said, "It doesn't. Both your analogy and the king's have nothing to do with human behavior. To continue the same analogy, the ovum survives, but 99.9999% of the sperm die after one orgasm. Are you prepared to die after your first orgasm?" Someone else broke in and changed the subject back to some earlier comment. He said, "Melissa, you said that homosexuality was just a different sexual orientation, and acceptable in many societies. Well, I don't know of any country that accepts it. I think homosexuals need psychiatric therapy." This kid was Melissa with a PhD? She first pointed out that it appears to be a sexual orientation that's determined biologically or in the first few years after birth, then gave a thorough description of the ancient Greek culture, but they said, how can we be sure they were that way? It was so long ago. I said, "There are tribes in the South Pacific who believe that a baby must have a woman's milk to become a child and a man's milk to become a man. All boys between the ages of about nine and fourteen attach themselves to a man in the tribe. They have oral sex with him as often as possible to get his semen, for about five years while the man teaches them all the survival skills they need. After that they become heterosexual members of their society, and have families. Later, a boy from the next generation will attach himself to the man, and repeat the procedure." Most of the people there said a variation of, "That's sick." The discussion continued for some time, and covered a wide range of sexual topics." These nudists were mostly horny prudes. They didn't mind having standard sex with anyone they could, but they were against anything out of the ordinary. It quickly became Melissa and me against the rest of the group. Finally, it broke up, and people drifted off. Melissa came over to me and thanked me for my support. After a few minutes, we walked out to the hall. Joan was surrounded by a group of studs. I was startled to hear Melissa's voice saying "I asked if you'd like to have a glass of wine with me at my cabin?" I quickly agreed, and we left the hall. On questioning she said she was twenty-five, and taught at a local community college. Melissa did have pubic hair, but preferred to shave. Our beliefs in humanistic sexual freedom were almost identical. She asked what had brought me here, and I gave her the story. Melissa said her parents were nudists from Europe, so she grew up in the environment. She agreed with my evaluation of most of them. The worst part of it, she continued, is that the kids learn to be just as shallow, sexist and exploitive as their parents. She was going to run a Human Sexuality seminar for the kids this summer, and she needed a co-leader. I was the only person here who had the kind of philosophy she was trying to present. She said there would be a series of two week courses. The kids would be here for one or more series as they and their parents decided. This, she said, would be a good way to get them away from their parents' influence so she could introduce them to the real world. I'm a free lance writer, and I have quite a bit of royalties coming in now, so I decided that this would be fun. When I agreed, she threw her arms around me and kissed me. The feel of her small firm bare body against mine made me realize just how much fun this might be. She looked down and said, "Oh, look at what I've gone and done. Sorry, it's work before pleasure. Let me give you my address so we can get together and work on lesson plans. Why don't you call me some time in the next few weeks so we can schedule a meeting?" She lived just on the other side of the low mountains, in Studio City; about a one hour trip from my home in Redondo Beach. At 11:30 I went back to my cabin and looked at my watch as I got into bed. I figured Joan would be in soon. The urge to empty my bladder woke me, and I went into the bathroom and relieved myself. The time was 4:45 a.m. and Joan was not here. I went back to bed, and Joan quietly came in and crawled into bed at about five minutes to five. The smells of alcohol, semen, lubricating fluid, and sweat hit me. After fifteen minutes, she was breathing regularly and lightly snoring. I softly reached over to feel her. Her pubic hair was a matted sticky mass. At that moment she rolled over on her stomach. When I slid my finger along her vulva, I found the whole area drenched all the way to her asshole. Out of curiosity I applied a tiny bit of pressure there. Surprisingly, my finger immediately slipped deeply inside her well lubricated and stretched anus. I got up, washed my hands and went back to sleep. At 8:00 I got up, took a shower and cleaned up. When I asked Joan if she was coming to breakfast, she said she had drunk a bit too much wine and wanted to sleep for a while longer. I asked when she got in, and she said, "They closed the hall at 1:00 a.m." The group was much more subdued this morning. Most of the people had hangovers. From a few quiet conversations I overheard, many of them were also suffering from sexual exhaustion. Joan made it down for lunch. Then we packed up and drove home. On the way home she said she really enjoyed herself so she had signed up for the three day holiday next weekend. She said, "I didn't think you wanted to come so I didn't enroll you." Our relationship had been distant for some time. It was intergalactic this week. She left as early as possible on Friday while I was working toward a deadline on an article. I finished it late Saturday afternoon and sent it to my publisher by express mail. Melissa came to mind and I decided I'd go to the camp and see her. I packed, left and stopped for a quick meal. An accident on the freeway delayed me about forty-five minutes so I got to the camp quite late. After I checked in and got a key to Joan's room, I asked what room Melissa Jordan was in. The clerk said she wasn't here this weekend. It had been dumb not to call first. Rather than leave immediately, I decided to sleep over and go home early the next morning. As I got to Joan's door I heard noises inside. I unlocked it quietly and opened it. The room was dark except for two candles. In addition to the alcohol, the air was thick with the smell of marijuana. The scene was a classic. There were four people on the bed. One guy was on his back. Joan was lying over him impaled on what looked like a more than two inch wide cock. The second stud was kneeling behind her reaming her rectum with an equally large organ, and the third was kneeling in front of her head so she could suck his penis. He was the only one who saw me, and he didn't know who I was. I smiled back and put my finger to my lips for him to be quiet. He shook his head, grinned stupidly and went back to fucking her mouth. I wrote a short note, "Joan, I thought I'd join you here, but I see you have all your openings filled. Since you're well occupied (although you don't have your hands full yet), I'll see you later. Steve." I left it on the dresser and went back to the meeting hall. As I drove away, I found a pay phone and called Melissa. When she answered, I said, "Hi. This is Steve. I just drove up to the camp because I thought you might be there. My wife was entertaining three studs so I guess I'll go home. Would you like to set up a time for us to work on the lesson plans? When do you think you'll be free?" She laughed and said, "Poor baby. I'd never charge you, Steve. You're already three-quarters the way to my place so you could come over right now." "You're sure it's not too late." "I'm a night person so I'll be up for hours, but if it's too late for you, that's OK." "I'll be there in a half hour." When I got there, she was wearing jeans and a tee shirt. She gave me a hug, pointed me toward a couch and handed me a glass of wine. I said, "Gee, it's strange seeing you in clothes. You're equally attractive in an out of them." "You mean, I'm equally flat chested either way?" "You've done it again. You read my mind. I know it's my stereotype, but I just love tiny breasts and a small flat rear end on a woman. Yours is the body of my ideal woman. When you add your delightful personality, quick mind and cute, playful sense of humor, you fit my stereotype of perfection beautifully. "That's the kind of talk that would normally get you laid. Unfortunately, I'm wearing clothes for another reason. It's the first day of my period and I have to wear a pad because the flow is quite heavy. We'll have to put off thinking about sex until some other time." "Does sex during menstruation bother you physically or aesthetically?" "The idea doesn't bother me at all. It's just that men are so turned off to the idea that I've never even tried it." "Well, I guess I'm not a man, because I like it. The blood isn't as good a lubricant so there's more stimulation. In addition, the woman's vagina seems much more sensitive during her period." "It's something I've always wanted to try. As I told you, you're talking yourself into getting laid. You know, your timing is just perfect. Tonight I was sitting here getting depressed because it had been so long since I had made love. I was despairing of ever finding a male who was creative and accepting of me and my needs and problems, and suddenly you call. Maybe I'm not the only one with telepathy." "There must be something wrong with the other males you know if they're not coming on to you constantly. If you lived in my apartment building, I'd have a constant erection, just knowing you were near." "Well, it's not that simple, but let's forget about that for now. As long as we're going to try to act out my fantasy of having sex during my period, I'm going to ask if you'd be willing to indulge another of my fantasies. If you don't want to right now, it's OK, but I'd love it if you could shave your pubic hair before we have sex." I thought about her smooth, shaved vulva, imagined the feel of our skin pressing together and said, "Where are your scissors and razor?" We both got undressed, and she watched me remove all of my pubic hair. She was watching me move my penis and testes aside as I shaved, so intently, she probably didn't even notice that she was unconsciously stroking her finger slowly along her vaginal slit and sliding it over her clitoris. She had made me so hot I had to be careful how I moved myself to be sure I wouldn't have an orgasm while I was shaving. I rinsed and dried off and we went into the bedroom. Suddenly, she threw her arms around me and squealed, "Oooh, this is so much fun. Most adults take sex so seriously. I like to play, just as if I were a kid." Then she said, "I hope this doesn't bother you. Just as you were attracted to me for my lack of tits and ass, I've loved the size of your penis ever since I first saw you. I can't stand guys that are built like ponies. Now that you've shaved, I really want to do oral on you, but I don't want to prevent you from being able to accomplish our primary goal tonight." "Melissa, you just mentioned, to make a weak pun, one of my shortcomings. However, a strength is that I can often have eight or ten orgasms in an evening." She bent over immediately and began to lick and kiss the area all around my penis. I never realized how sensitive my skin would be without the hair to get in the way. She started to suck my penis and pull the foreskin forward with her lips then to push it back. "I'm so glad you still have your foreskin. It makes a penis much more fun and interesting. Let me know when you're going to come because I may not like the taste of your semen. All guys taste different, you know." She went back to doing a great job of sucking, licking and massaging me. After only a few moments, I tapped her shoulder. Melissa pulled off and started to lick the under side of my shaft until I had a very good orgasm. I reached over for a Kleenex when I saw her flick her tongue across the tip of my penis and dip it into the stream of semen. "Ooh, that tastes good. Even your semen is special." She proceeded to lick it all off my penis, come up to my chest to get the droplets there, then go back to my penis to suck out any still left in my urethra. I pulled her up and we began to kiss. Our tongues were in each other's mouths when she stopped and pulled away. She said, "I'm sorry, I forgot I still had semen in my mouth. Do you want me to rinse out?" "Don't worry, I don't mind the taste of semen." She looked at me wide eyed and said, "You just told me a secret that you may not have wanted me to know." My face flushed. She giggled, and said, "You don't have to blush. I'm bisexual myself. Most sensitive males I've ever met are either bi or gay. You just keep getting better and better." I was relieved that she accepted me but still embarrassed because I'd exposed a part of myself that I seldom thought about. I still had some bisexual thoughts even though I hadn't done anything since a cousin and I had experimented when we were teen-agers. My erection and arousal were totally gone and not likely to come back easily. When I started to explain that we had a problem, she suggested that we relax, have some wine, and talk. She said things were moving so fast, we hadn't really learned much about each other. I agreed quickly, glad to move away from a need to perform. We talked for about two hours. The more she told me about herself, the more I realized she was the kind of person I had always hoped to find. I reached over and kissed her gently. That released the arousal that was steaming below the surface in both of us. We were quickly rolling around the bed, kissing, licking and petting each other. She moved over to the triple layer of bath towels she had put down and took off her pad. She insisted in covering my penis with a thin layer of Vaseline. As I moved toward her, she pulled me on top and opened her legs. I rubbed my penis up and down between the lips of her vulva, found the mouth of her vagina and began to press in. Nothing happened so I pushed a little harder. Then I pushed with all the force I could generate. It wasn't that she was so small, rather that her muscles around her vagina were spasmed, stopping entry. I pulled a little distance away, looked at her frightened face and said, "That's OK. We'll wait until later." She slumped as if she had lost all hope. Suddenly, I pushed forward as quickly as I could. As I had guessed, her muscles had relaxed when I appeared to have given up. By the time they could clamp down again, I was all the way in. She wrapped her arms around me, pulled me toward her and kissed me repeatedly. She was crying and smiling. She said, "Oh, thank you, Steve. I love you. Make love to me, only stay inside. Don't ever pull out tonight." From the way her muscles had contracted, I wasn't sure I could pull out if I wanted to. The meaning of all this wasn't clear, but I decided we could discuss it later. I started moving slowly and steadily, or rather, my shaft moved while my skin was held firmly by her vaginal sphincter, while I kissed her and told her how I loved every part of her beautiful body and how her wonderful sense of humor, playfulness and intelligence aroused me as much as her body did. The menstrual flow had washed out all her lubricating fluid so there was much more friction between the head of my penis and the walls of Melissa's vagina. Since I had done this a few times before, I knew what to expect. Melissa was unprepared for the combination of her heightened sensitivity and the enhanced stimulation from the extra friction. Her hand reached in and started to massage her clitoris. Suddenly, she pulled it away as if she had started unconsciously and was embarrassed. I took her hand and put it back so her fingers were covering her clitoris again. "Please keep doing it. I want you to have every bit of pleasure possible." In just a few minutes we had four extremely strong orgasms, three for her and one for me. We lay there joined and she said again, "Stay inside me. Don't pull out." She then said, "Every other adult male has been upset if I tried to masturbate during sex. They think it's a criticism of them, but it really helps my orgasms. Putting my hand back there was one of the nicest things you could have done." I said, "No one has the right to try to cut down anyone else's pleasure. Anything that makes you happier makes me happier. By the way, how was the fulfillment of your fantasy of having sex during menstruation?" She said, "I loved it. I didn't realize there'd be so much more stimulation. The combination of your penis feeling so rough because of the blood, my hand, and you making beautiful love to me was almost more than I could stand. In fact, I'm getting aroused just talking about it. Let me know when you can do it again." Two squeezes of my anal sphincter and my erection was at full hardness again. I started moving. She said, "Show off," wrapped her legs around me and pulled me even deeper into her little hairless orifice. Her hand was stimulating her clitoris. Our lips pressed together, and I sucked her tongue into my mouth. As I slowly pumped in and out of her vagina, I tickled and caressed her tongue with mine. Our eyes were wide open and staring deeply into each others. She laughed and said, "I don't know about you. I've never had a guy be bisexual with my tongue." Then she stiffened her tongue as much as she could to make it more cock-like and pushed it deeper into my mouth. She was as much of a smart ass as anyone I had ever met. As she got close, I slowed and stopped moving in her vagina. When she started to come, I began pumping long, deep, rapid strokes. Instead of three distinct orgasms, she was having a continuous one. I was doing everything possible to delay onset of my own orgasm, but I kept pumping as fast as I could. Just as I started, her eyes glazed over and she went limp. Three hours later, I had just finished my sixth orgasm of the night and had lost count of hers long ago. Melissa said, "I have to go to the bathroom, but I'm afraid you couldn't get back in if we separated," so I suggested we try something. She put her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs tightly around my hips. I rolled over, held her rear in my hands, got up, carried her into the bathroom and sat on the toilet. Although I couldn't urinate, I told her she could without us needing to separate. It took only a few seconds and the base of my penis and my testes were being inundated by hot urine. It tickled as it flowed past. Unexpectedly, it was extremely erotic to both of us. With a fair amount of effort and contortions, we managed to wipe ourselves dry. As I carried Melissa back to bed, I happened to see the handle of a vibrator under it. I rolled us both over and retrieved the vibrator then pivoted around so Melissa was on her back, and I was on my side lying cross-ways with our legs alternating. This allowed me to be deep inside her and to move easily, but it also exposed her clitoris. As I started moving inside her, I turned on the vibrator and massaged the area around her clitoris extremely lightly. She closed her eyes and lay there without moving. After ten minutes of this, I was beginning to wonder if I was having any effect on her. She hadn't moved a muscle, she was breathing deeply and regularly and her eyes were still closed. Had she fallen asleep? I couldn't delay any longer. I tried not to change my rhythm as my penis pulsed with a long, deep orgasm. With almost no warning her whole body started to shake and spasm. Her chest and face developed bright red, blotchy spots, and she was gasping and moaning. Her hips began to gyrate wildly. All this time I kept the vibrator lightly in contact with her clitoris and my penis sliding in and out with a steady rhythm. She arched her whole body up so she was supported only by her shoulders and her heels. Her hips were a foot off the bed. She held herself stationary. All her muscles were rock hard and shivering. Then she dropped to the bed. I couldn't keep up, and we pulled apart. She lay quietly for a minute then pulled me up beside her. I kissed her face and eyes and ears and neck gently and softly. We looked at each other and said simultaneously, "I love you." In thirty seconds we were both asleep. The next morning, when I woke up she was still in my arms. I lay there savoring the delicious feel of her small, lithe, lean body pressed against my chest. She twisted around, put her arms around me and snuggled closer. She opened her eyes, kissed my chest, and said, "That was wonderful. Let's do it all again." "OK. First, you do oral on me; second, I cheat and slip inside you when you aren't expecting it; third, I put your hand on your clitoris . . . "Oh, you are such a nut. I'm going to take you up on that, but first, we should get up, take showers and have breakfast." During breakfast I asked if there was any special reason she wanted me to stay inside her all night. She explained that two months ago she had gone to bed with one of the nudist camp studs who was built like a horse. He was having trouble so he rammed himself in. The injury he did caused her vagina to spasm, a condition called vaginismus. Since he hadn't given her a chance to lubricate, he couldn't pull out. They had to call the paramedics who gave her a shot of Demerol to relax her spasmed muscles. Since then, no guy could get past her vaginal opening because the muscular ring clamped down whenever anyone tried. Her therapist had suggested several approaches. Most guys were unwilling to even try when they heard her problem. She said she was afraid to tell me for fear of scaring me away. She said, "If you don't want to try again, it's OK." "On the contrary, you're going to be surprised at how relaxed your vagina is. You clamped it shut in response to severe pain and embarrassment. Last night you experienced love, pleasure, fulfillment and contentment. Your vagina is going to be quite receptive." Although I had no idea whether it was right, I was saying this as a positive suggestion to break the negative conditioning she had for the last three months, and I hoped it would work. We went back to the bed, I got on top of her and we kissed and caressed for about a half hour. All the while, my erect penis was resting between the lips of her vulva and at the mouth of her vagina. However, I didn't try to enter. I felt Melissa's hips pushing up and the mouth of her vagina beginning to open to accept the head of my penis. Still I didn't push it in. Finally, she lifted her hips off the bed and enveloped my entire penis. She settled back down and pulled my hips with her. She hugged me, kissed me and said, "Ooh, you're so smart." I didn't tell her it was a combination of a lucky guess and positive suggestion. We didn't have the sense of urgency that we had last night. Because we were relaxed, we could go much more slowly and savor each other. Her orgasms came first. I loved the way her body stiffened and jerked. Feeling her come was almost as enjoyable to me as my own orgasm. After a few seconds, she said, "Your turn." Because I was quite far from coming, I speeded up and concentrated on feeling her hairless vulva against me. It took only a minute and I had a good strong orgasm. She said, "I think it's more fun to have orgasms separately than together. Your body shuddering and pushing in as deep as possible feels so wonderful. Your penis rises higher and presses against the front wall of my vagina then it jerks as it pumps your semen into me. It's especially nice the first time, like this morning, when you have the maximum amount of semen. I don't know how I can feel it, but I'm very aware of a sensation as soon as it wets the tissue inside my vagina. The mouth of my cervix seems to be the most sensitive to contact with your semen." "That's strange because I was thinking much the same about separate orgasms two minutes ago. It's a little scary finding out how exceedingly similar our sexual desires, orientation and approaches are." Melissa said, "I don't think it's scary; I think it's wonderful to have someone who doesn't think my desires and ideas are perverted." "As long as we're lowering the barriers, just as I did last night, you may have given away a secret you weren't ready to discuss, later in the evening." She laughed and said, "What's that, that I'm a transsexual?" "No, that you've had sex with a young boy." Instead of turning red as I did, her face fell and blanched. She said with noticeable tenseness in her voice, "Where did you get that idea?" "When you said last night that every other adult male has been upset when you tried to masturbate during sex. The operative word was `adult'. You wouldn't have said that unless you had sex with at least one non-adult male who didn't find your masturbating offensive." I saw tears welling up in her eyes. She said, "I didn't want anyone to find out about that." She rolled away from me, curled up and started to shiver. "We were just talking about our uncanny similarities, and it's struck again. From the time I was sixteen to eighteen I had sex with six girls in my school or neighborhood. They ranged from eleven to fourteen, and the sex was wonderful. The funny thing was that none of them were virgins when we did it. In fact, they all had much more experience than I had. Girls are usually more socially advanced than boys. That's probably part of the reason girls date boys a little older than they are. When I graduated I started going out with Joan and we got married three years later because we thought she was pregnant. She and I never did have great sex and it went down hill rapidly after we were married." "You didn't notice and couldn't read my mind when you approached me that afternoon at the nudist camp. I could look at the adults and recognize that they're very attractive without getting at all aroused. It was difficult to keep my eyes off the eleven to fourteen year olds. Otherwise, I would have had a complete hard-on all day long. It was probably because until now the only enjoyable sex I had was with younger girls when I was in high school. I was far from orgasm a few minutes ago so I pressed against your hairless vulva and imagined I was inside a young, barely teenage girl. I came almost immediately." She threw her arms around me and said, "Oh, you wonderful pervert, I love you. Move in with me. The main reason I asked you to shave was so I could fantasize you were a thirteen-year old boy." I asked that she tell me about her experience. "My cousin Joseph Jordan, who owns two new car dealerships, (you may have seen 'Joe Jordan' in ads) and is loaded, is a really strange guy. He's been married four times and has a boy and a girl from his first marriage. Their mother left right after the girl was born and has never been heard from. The subsequent wives were all real mental cases. The third one especially, was a full blown psychotic. Joseph asked me if I'd take care of Mark this summer while he and number four spent a month at a sexual freedom resort in Hawaii. Julie would be staying with the family of one of her playmates. I agreed reluctantly." "Mark was bright, but he was small and looked younger than thirteen. On the second night he was with me, I was asleep with only a sheet covering me, and I was having an erotic dream. Then I woke up in the middle of a prolonged orgasm. Someone was doing oral on me. I jumped out of bed and there was Mark." "I said, `What the hell do you think you're doing.' He started crying and apologized for not doing it right. He had been doing it perfectly, but I wasn't going to tell him that. I told him to stop crying, but he couldn't, so I took him in my arms and rocked him. He told me his second stepmother, Helen, had taught him to do this. She said it was the only way he could ever get a woman to like him. She also told him that he must never put his penis inside a woman because women hate that even if they tell you it's OK." "I told Mark this was all hogwash, but she had done too good a job of indoctrinating him. I tried explaining the facts of life to him, showed him instruction books, and said everything I could think of to convince him she was wrong. For two weeks, nothing worked. Finally, I said, `Mark, I'm the adult and you're the child. I'm the one in control, so I decide whether you put your penis inside me, not you. Does it make sense for me to make you do something I don't enjoy?'" "He agreed that it didn't. `What you did two weeks ago gave me a great deal of pleasure, and you liked doing it. Well, a woman likes to give a man pleasure the same way, and a woman likes to have a man's penis in her vagina so they both get pleasure. I'm going to do for you the same as you did for me, not because you're making me do it, but because I like doing it. Do you understand?' He said he did, but he was obviously still dubious. `Helen was crazy and she was lying to you, so I'm doing this to show you she was wrong. Although I'm doing this for you, I'm going to get a great deal of pleasure from it, too.'" "I was tender, slow and loving as I kissed, comforted and caressed my way down his smooth, firm little body. At first I thought to myself, `What the hell are you doing, sucking your thirteen year old cousin?' But then I reasoned that he had already been completely screwed up. If I could get rid of that conditioning, we could then work on bringing him back toward being a normal teen-ager. It certainly wasn't accepted therapy, but nothing I had said helped." "By the time I reached his penis, he had a partial erection. I was disappointed that he was circumcised but I didn't let him know that. I licked the head of his three inch long, three-quarter inch wide soft shaft. In about a tenth of a second he was rock hard, so I wet my lips, puckered them as if I were going to whistle and pressed down on the tip." "As it slowly slid into my mouth, I flicked my tongue rapidly all over the super smooth head of his virgin penis. When he was all the way in, I cupped my tongue around the lower half of the head and shaft. I pressed it against the top of my mouth so the ridges in the roof could stimulate the top part of the head. At the same time I started moving my tongue as fast as I could all over his penis, and sucked as hard as I could. I know that licking is what really does the job, but sucking hard brings blood to the surface of a circumcised glans so it's temporarily more sensitive like an uncircumcised one." "After about two minutes he had a jolting orgasm. I couldn't believe a penis and testes that small could have that much semen behind them. He filled my mouth with the sweetest, mildest semen I had ever tasted. When I stopped, he quickly pulled out, rolled over and started to cry again. I moved up behind him, held him against me and asked what was wrong." "He said he really tried not to come, but he couldn't help it. His stepmother had told him the stuff that squirted out of a man was the dirtiest stuff on earth. He felt terrible about letting any of it get in my mouth." "I said, `Mark, that was just another lie by a mentally ill woman. It's called `semen', and it's a perfectly normal fluid that our bodies can use to get the woman pregnant. It's clean, and most women enjoy it. Do you understand?' he said he did. Then I slowly and ceremoniously licked his entire penis dry. I said, `I really like the taste of your semen.' "`What does it taste like?' I moved up and held out my tongue in front of his mouth. He paused, opened his mouth slowly, stretched out his tongue and very lightly touched mine for just a second then he quickly withdrew. `That's not so bad.' He stuck out his tongue and licked mine over the whole area that was outside my mouth, then he laughed, so I kissed him and slid my tongue between his lips but not into his mouth. As he copied me, I sucked his tongue into my mouth and licked it. After a few moments, we were tongue dueling back and forth between both our mouths." "I felt his penis get stiff again. `Do you feel what I feel?' He said he was sorry and I told him, `Don't apologize. I love feeling your penis get hard. Now we're going to do something else. We can worry about the proper techniques later. Remember, I won't do anything that I don't like.' I rolled over on my back, spread my legs and pulled him on top of me. `You know how I'm built from licking me. I want you to put your penis in my vagina. That's the same place you had your tongue a little while ago.' "He said, `Are you sure? She said that was really bad.'" "`She was lying, but try it for a little while and decide for yourself whether it's bad or good.' He slipped inside quite easily. Although I shaved myself, this was the first time I had felt hairless skin against my own. I hadn't expected to be this aroused. Without being told, he instinctively started moving. As he got more aroused, he increased the length of his strokes. Unfortunately, his stroke exceeded his length. He was getting frustrated at slipping out." "I said, `There are two ways to get past slipping out. The easiest is to shorten your strokes, and the other is to keep your place and aim back to exactly the same place you just came from. The second way is a lot of fun but it takes more practice. We can try that later.'" "As he got the system working, he got more and more aroused. I was trying to squeeze down to give his little penis more stimulation. As he started to come, I saw a fearful expression re-appear, so I smiled at him and said, `Oh, you feel so nice inside me, Mark. Your hot semen feels so good squirting deep inside me. Don't stop until you've emptied every drop you can into me.' He smiled, relaxed, and kept pumping until he had another orgasm. I hadn't expected that much enthusiasm. "As he lay on top of me, I petted his little body. His rear felt like two small, smooth, firm grapefruit. His whole body lying on mine without crushing me felt so nice. I was getting quite aroused. `Have you learned how to play with yourself yet, Mark?' He turned bright red and denied it. `That's too bad. It's something everyone does. Some people do it once or twice a week. Others do it eight or ten times a day. I feel like doing it right now. Would you mind?' He said he wouldn't and started to pull away, but I held him there, and said, `Having you inside me is what made me want to do it. If you stay there, it'll feel twice as good, and if you want to start moving and come again that's even better.'" "I slid my hand between us and started caressing my clitoris. Mark started moving again. It didn't take too long for me to have a series of sharp orgasms. I kept it up until he started to come. When he did, I wrapped my legs around him to push his hips as close to me as possible, wrapped my arms around his back, hugged him tightly, and locked our mouths together. Mark had really gotten into the whole situation. He was kissing and petting me enthusiastically and still pumping even though he had just had an orgasm. It was nice to feel that his penis though small was still hard." "We fell asleep with him on top of me. When I woke up in the morning, I slipped down and gently did oral on him. Mark woke up to a rock hard erection deep in my mouth. This time I had enveloped his penis and his cute little testes. He put his hands into my hair, and I felt his hips push forward to make his penis go even deeper into my mouth. His testes started to retract and pulled out of my mouth. I concentrated on sucking hard on the head of his penis as I licked it. Mark had obviously completely replenished his supply of semen, because he filled my mouth as effectively as he had done the first time last night. This time I held it in my mouth. "As I moved up, I said, `Would you like to share it?' He immediately kissed me and inserted his tongue deep into my mouth. I felt his penis becoming erect and I could tell he was moving his hips searching for my vagina. `We can do that later. We should get up and get breakfast first.'" "By the end of the month he was well skilled technically, and no longer afraid of women or of sex. I had begun teaching him to be open and loving, and he was learning that a warm humane relationship with mutual respect and understanding was far more important than good sexual technique. In addition, I had had some of the most wonderful sex I could have expected." "While we were waiting for his parents to pick him up, we were talking. Mark said, `Spending the last month with you was the best thing that ever happened to me, aunt Melissa. I never realized how messed up Helen was, and I really believed her.' Joseph knocked at the door just then." "This morning Joseph called and said, `Melissa, I felt bad about pawning Mark off on you last summer because he was so morose and had real behavior problems. You really turned him around. Ever since then, he's been good natured, easy to live with, and he even has a girlfriend. You've accomplished as much as twenty or thirty thousand of therapy probably would have. Stop down at the lot and I'll make an even trade of your four year old midsize for a new SUV or sport sedan." "He was talking about over thirty thousand dollars. I said I would have taken Mark without the inducement, but I'd be down to his lot for the trade" Melissa said. "That's my story until now. Now, tell me yours." "Well, as I said, the girls I went out with in high school were usually about four to six years younger than I was. Although the sex was great, we never had a place where we could take our time and enjoy ourselves. The sense of danger was a big part of the problem and also part of the high. You can't get too romantic when you're having sex in a car parked along a dark road. Half of your mind is worrying about a cop pulling up behind you." "Did that ever happen to you?" "You bet. The one time a girl agreed to give me oral, I was almost ready to come when I heard a very soft `click'. I looked in the mirror and saw the red lights on top of a car behind me. They weren't on, but I still got hit with instant terror. I yanked myself out of her mouth, had my pants up and zipped, and my shirt halfway shoved into my pants in the two seconds it took for the cop to get from his door to mine. He was nice about it and said the people living on the street didn't like anyone parking there and sitting in a car. He even suggested a place we could park that was more secluded. We were so shaken by the whole episode, we just drove home. Fortunately she was only three years younger and looked more mature. I don't know what the cop would have done if it had been an eleven year old girlfriend." "What was your first experience and when did the bisexuality come in?" "They both happened at the same time. My uncle had been transferred back east so he and my aunt were going there to find a house. My parents agreed to keep my cousin for a week. I was thirteen so they reminded me he was only ten and his life was being disrupted by the move. They said I should let him do what he wanted and give in to him so he wouldn't be even more stressed - my parents, the psychologists. He took the top bunk. I was lying there, trying to masturbate very quietly so he wouldn't know what I was doing." "Bobby hung his head over the edge of the bed, looked down at me in the dark and said, `I don't like it up here. Can I sleep in your bed?' This really irritated me, but I agreed. I thought he meant he wanted to trade places. He hopped down, and I started to climb out of my bed. `No, I mean we could both sleep in your bed.' This was a horrible idea. First, I was still close and I wouldn't be able to finish. Second, it was going to be cramped with both of us there. `Try it for a while. It's a lot more fun.' He slid in beside me and snuggled up. I took this to be just his need for security and to be close. I didn't know anything about sexual orientation then and certainly didn't know he had already developed his." "Lying on my back with my hand at my side, I felt his leg and it was bare. I said, `Aren't you wearing pajamas?' It was so dark in the room that I hadn't seen what he had on when he climbed in with me." "He said, `No, I'm only wearing my tee shirt. Want to feel?' With that, he rolled over against me, and the back of my hand was suddenly pressed against his penis. Before I had a chance to even pull away, he said, `I felt the bed jiggling when I was in the top bunk. Were you playing with yourself?' and he immediately stuck his hand into the open fly of my pajamas. I don't know how he could have such accurate aim so fast without even seeing what he was doing. He had my penis in his hand, and was stroking it. That was the first time anyone else had ever touched me there as far back as I could remember. It was like an electric shock. My erection got full hard again. As I lay there, waiting to come, he stopped. `Do you like the way I do it?'" "The last thing I wanted at that moment was to get into a discussion of techniques. In a strangled whisper, I said `Yes.' I couldn't tell him to continue, but I sure wanted him to." "There's something else I can do that'll feel even better. Do you want me to?" "I whispered, `OK,' and he slid under the covers, engulfed me in his mouth and started sucking and licking as fast and hard as he could. When I look back on it, the best thing that happened was my surprise and shock. I was so unnerved by this, I lost my erection. That meant he had to do it quite a bit longer before I had an orgasm. It was beyond any pleasure I had experienced or even envisioned until then. We didn't get much sleep that night. After the third time, I felt I should do something for him, so I reached over and started to play with his penis. Since it was smaller than mine and hairless, it felt strange and nicer than I thought it would. He had a respectable orgasm, we cleaned up, although he didn't have any semen, then we fell asleep." "All the next day I looked forward to going to bed that night. As soon as we were in bed, he slid beneath the covers and repeated last night's performance. I was already addicted to oral. While I lay there, recovering from my first orgasm, and idly playing with his penis, he said, `If you suck me I'll let you do something that's a whole lot better than me sucking you.'" "I couldn't imagine anything better than that, so I asked what he was talking about. `There's a glob of Vaseline from the jar in your parent's bathroom in a little paper cup by the side of the bed. We can put some on your thing and some around my backside. Then you can stick your thing inside me back there.'" "That sounds dirty. I don't think I'd like it." "`Did you think you'd like me sucking you as much as you do?' I was thirteen, this kid was only ten, and he was teaching me and arguing better than I could. `Try it. If you don't like it, you can get up and wash, and you won't have to suck me.' He was a born salesman." "Did you do anal with him?" Melissa asked. I said, "Yes we did." She hopped up, ran into the bathroom and came back with a jar of Vaseline, flopped face down on the bed with her cute little rear end sticking up. She said, "Do it to me the same way you did it to him, talk to me as if I were your ten year old cousin and call me by his name." I thought for a minute and said, "If you want that kind of fantasy, I can do something even better. Turn over. I want you to tighten every muscle in your body. Keep them tight and rigid. Ok, relax. Now we'll tighten one area at a time, then let it relax completely." When we finished this I said, "Now your eyelids are relaxed. They are closing. You can't keep them open. Even if you try to keep them open, they keep blinking. They keep getting heavier and heavier. Now they are closed. Your eyes feel good, relaxed and closed. You hear my voice. You hear only my voice. Repeat after me. I am completely relaxed; I hear only your voice; I hear your voice in my thoughts. Your voice and my thoughts. Your voice is becoming my thoughts." I had her repeat these about five times. Then I said, "You have no past, no identity and no future. You have no memory. You are completely open. Now you are becoming Bobby, my ten year old cousin." "You are attractive, lean, blond, four feet four inches tall. Your penis is two and one-half inches long by one-half inch wide. Bobby, you are not circumcised and you have an unusually long foreskin. You know you're gay, but you're afraid to talk to anyone. You know everyone hates `queers' and `fags', so you believe you will never find anyone to be with. You've always really liked your cousin, Steve. Since you're moving back east, this is the last you'll see him for a long time. You have to take a chance." In reality, I think Bobby had already found several partners because he seemed quite experienced. "Bobby, You are in a deep hypnotic trance. You are Bobby, my ten year old cousin. We are lying in my bed naked. In a few moments we are going to begin to make love. When I tell you, you will open your eyes, but you will remain in the trance and you will continue to be Bobby while we make love. Open your eyes." "Bobby, I am going to reach down and slowly pull the foreskin of your penis back off the head then forward a few times. I'm going to lick and suck your penis. I'm going to slip my tongue into the opening at the end of your foreskin and slide it all over the head of your penis while keeping your foreskin pulled completely forward. This is the most erotic thing you have ever felt. After a few moments, you will have a very strong orgasm. You will feel your penis pulsing as you ejaculate squirts of your hot semen over and over." I moved down and started to massage her clitoris with my tongue. Melissa said in a very different voice, "Steve, do you want me to come inside your mouth?" "Yes, Bobby, I'm sure I'll love the taste of your semen." Her hips started moving as if she were pumping a penis in and out of my mouth. She said, "Oh, I'm coming. I'm coming, and I feel it squirting out. Oh, I love you to suck my penis." Afterwards I moved up beside her and kissed her deeply. "Oh Steve, I love you kissing me, and I love the taste of my semen in your mouth." "What would you like to do now, Bobby?" "I could suck you, but there's something else. Whenever I play with myself, I imagine you pushing deep into my backside over and over. Could you do that?" I said, "I'd love to do that, Bobby. I'll show you what we have to do so you can get the most pleasure out of it. First, get up and go to the bathroom and empty your rectum. Clean up thoroughly and come back." When she came back, I said, "We'll put some Vaseline around your anus and over my penis." I reached over, got the tube of Vaseline from her night table and lubricated her anus. I stacked two pillows on the middle of the bed and told her to lie face down with her penis in the middle of the pillows. Then I spread her legs and looked at that beautiful, tight, tiny, opening. It was especially inviting because she had such small buns that I knew I could go all the way in without being stopped by the cheeks of her rear end. "Now you're going to have to relax the circular muscle around your anus. Most people can't do this just by thinking about it. Your rectum is empty, but as I begin to press the head of my penis into your anus, I want you to force out as if you were trying to defecate. Your anal muscle will get the message that you are trying to force something out and feel itself being stretched. It can't recognize which side it's being opened from, so it will just relax." I hadn't really given Bobby these instructions since he was the teacher, but I felt Melissa needed to do this so I wouldn't hurt her. I started pushing very slowly, and I felt the resistance begin to weaken. The tip of my penis was inside. The front half of the head was inside as her anus slowly stretched to accept me. Then the ridge went in, and I felt her sphincter suddenly tighten down. I caressed her little bottom, and said, "That's Ok. We'll take it very slowly. Just keep pushing." She began to open again. Since the shaft was all the same size as the amount she was now stretched, I bore down and slid all the way in. "Bobby gasps, and I ask if there was anything wrong." He says, "No, it's so big, it hurt just a little bit until I relaxed, and it surprised me to feel you inside me. I didn't know what to expect, and this is really different. I like feeling you so hard and pressing against my back side, and I love how you make me feel so full. Could you push it in and out a bit?" Again, Bobby was much more knowledgeable than I was. He knew exactly to expect, but I was tailoring this fantasy for Melissa's maximum pleasure. I reached around in front of her and said, "I'm putting some Vaseline on your penis. I'll play with you as I go into your anus. The head of my penis will be sliding in and out of your rectum. Each time it goes in, it'll stretch your rectum and rub across your prostate gland. It's where all your semen is stored before you ejaculate. Stretching your rectum and massaging that gland will cause you to have a prostate orgasm. This is the only way you can have this particular type of orgasm. It's totally different from any other kind of orgasm, because it's a whole body experience. Every one of your senses will participate in your prostate orgasm. Instead of squirting, your semen will flow out of you in a steady stream. You'll get a wonderful taste in your mouth; you'll smell the most delightful flowers; you'll see beautiful designs in iridescent sparkling colors; you'll hear a melodic chorus of birds as if you were in the forest; and you'll feel more love than you thought was possi ble flowing out of my skin, tingling into yours and filling your whole body and mind." I reached around, spread some Vaseline on her clitoris, and started massaging her as I pumped in and out of her anus. "Bobby, I love you. Your anus and my penis were meant to go together. Oh, you make me feel so good. I love playing with your hard little penis, and I love the feel of your foreskin." My orgasm was about to start, so I said, "You feel your prostate orgasm starting now." Even without the fantasy, Melissa had a beautiful, tight little anus. I loved the feeling of her two hard little buns spread apart and pushing into the front of my hips on both sides of my penis. The head of my penis was sliding up and down the slippery walls of her rectum. I could feel my semen pumping out, being momentarily stopped at the base of my penis by her tightly squeezed anal sphincter, forcing past, pulsing up my shaft, and spraying out. At the same time Melissa's whole body was convulsing the way cats or dogs do when they're in ecstasy as you pet them vigorously with both hands. I hoped her moans and yelps wouldn't bring the neighbors. Finally, she collapsed and lay there. "In a few moments I'll awaken you. You'll be Melissa again, but you'll remember every pleasure and feeling you had. You'll feel superb when you wake up. As we lie here tightly connected, you'll become aware of a steady stream of my love flowing out of my penis into you and filling your body and mind with ecstacy. We'll discuss what you just felt. Wake up Melissa." She blinked her eyes and said, "That was strange and wonderful. I actually was Bobby, I did have a small penis, I loved the way you sucked it, and I really did ejaculate. But, the prostate orgasm is the most fulfilling experience I've ever had. I've never heard of it before, but I'm surprised all men aren't gay if they can come like that with a penis up their rectum. You have to do that to me again as often as possible. You have to hypnotize me so I can have another prostate orgasm. I could have twenty of them a day every day for the next fifty years. Why hasn't anyone ever told me about this? Oh, gawd, I love the way you do anal." "Men can have a normal orgasm by stimulating their prostate, but it's nothing special. I wanted you to have the greatest amount of enjoyment possible so I made that up as we went along. I'm glad you liked it." Melissa said, "Ooh, that's nasty. And I thought I had learned something new." "You did. You learned that you can use a hypnotic trance to increase your sexual pleasure greatly." She said incredulously, "That's true. I'll bet we can come up with some other really great fantasies if we work on it. Was the rest of the story about Bobby made up, too?" "No, everything else is accurate. Bobby left home as soon as he graduated from high school and moved to San Francisco. None of the family knows what he's doing now." We looked at the clock and it was already late afternoon. We got up, showered again, had lunch and drove to my apartment. I expected a confrontation with Joan. All I found was a mess, all her belongings gone, and a note that read "Steve. Fuck you, although I don't know who'd want to. I'll be filing for divorce as soon as I can." Within two weeks both Melissa and I had moved out of our apartments and into a larger, four bedroom condominium in the valley. Joan and I got divorced, and Melissa and I got married as soon as the divorce was final. As Melissa had wanted to do, we teach human sexuality classes to the kids at the nudist camp. We've been doing it for eight years and we already see significant changes in the social atmosphere of the young people there. They're more humanistic and open, and less exploitive. It's been particularly rewarding to have them come back a few years after the class and tell us they didn't realize how wonderful sex could be if they got rid of their prejudices, opened themselves to a variety of experiences, and aimed at enjoying and pleasuring the other person instead of focusing on orgasms and conquests. Of course Melissa has helped a few of the younger boys lose their inhibitions about sex, and I've introduced a few of the younger girls to "prostate" as well as other kinds of orgasms. = = = (c) Copyright 1999 BY Patrick Fitzgerald. ALL Rights Reserved. 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