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"NUDISM"(FMMM,MF,Fm,mm;v,o,a;ROM)[Patrick Fitzgerald]

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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
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comments and suggestions.

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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.
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, 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.

= = =

"NUDISM"(FMMM,MF,Fm,mm;v,o,a;ROM)[Patrick Fitzgerald]



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