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All characters are fictional. Any resemblance between
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strictly coincidence.

WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual
activity between men and women, or women and women. If
you are too young to read about sex please do not read
this.




The Temptations of Babylon 7 (FF MFF con) {Anoninsac}


Part VI


The next morning, I headed out for breakfast. I was
surprised to see all of the girls. "This is a pleasant
surprise," I said.

A chorus of "Good Morning," greeted me.

Christine smiled and asked me, "So, what do you think
of your new family?"

"Truthfully, I am a bit overwhelmed," I said solemnly.
Christine and Saeyong exchanged a glance. I smiled,
"But I think I'll make the best of it." Christine
pointed her finger at me knowing I had been teasing
her. "What's for breakfast?" I asked.

"Your choice." Saeyong said.

"Really? Okay, waffles," I told her.

"Good, good, good," said Tara.

"In case you're wondering, Tara likes waffles," said
Saeyong.

"With whipped cream," Tara said.

"Whipped huh?" I asked her.

She turned and gave me a sultry look, "I didn't know
you were into that."

"Save it for later," Christine said.

"Spoilsport," pouted Tara. "I bet I could have his
`whipped cream' before the waffles are ready."

Christine gave Tara the look and then started
laughing. The other ladies joined in. Looking at me,
Christine asked, "So do you want to take a chance on
being late for breakfast?"

"No way. I'm looking forward to those waffles," I
said. Tara stuck out her tongue at me causing more
laughter.

The girls set the table while I stood around. Once
again I wondered about the pampering. Would it be good
to have everything done for me? I sure didn't want to
wind up like those pampered Hollywood pretty boys who
complain when their latte is three degrees too cold
and people don't understand how difficult their lives
are as they make fifteen million for a stupid movie.
On the other hand, a _little_ pampering wouldn't hurt.
I could always pitch in if I was getting too spoiled.

The waffles were coming out of the kitchen and we sat
down to eat. Tara was the only one eating whipped
cream; the others saying they watched their calories.
Once we had started eating, I turned to Christine and
asked, "So it looks like the one girl at a time is
over." She smiled and nodded. "I hope it doesn't kill
me." That brought smiles from the girls. "I do have a
question. How much will I see you up here? I mean is
there a schedule or something?"

Christine, deadpan, said, "Oh yes. It's all scheduled.
At ten O five you hump Tara. At eleven thirty-three
you do Holly. Then at..." The girls burst into laughter.

"Okay, smart ass. That's not what I meant. Huff," I
said.

"We don't really have a schedule. We try to make sure
at least one of us is here all of the time in case you
need something. But we do have things going. Saeyong
has class Tuesday and Thursday so Tara and Holly make
sure they are here. Holly works out early and Tara
works out in the afternoon in the gym downstairs.
Unless we go shopping or something we mostly hang
around up here. So you'll see a lot of us. You'll
probably get tired of us," Christine finished.

`I don't think so,' I thought looking at the four
beauties but I decided to bait her since she was
obviously looking for a compliment. "Yeah. You're
probably right."

Holly looked crestfallen. Christine's eyes got wide
and she looked at Holly. Then she looked back at me
and saw the mirth in my eyes. Her eyes narrowed.
"You're pulling our chains."

Smiling I said, "You were fishing for a compliment."

"And you made Holly cry," she accused.

"She isn't crying," I protested looking at Holly who
had now realized that I was teasing them.

"She was on the inside. Are you ticklish?" she asked.

"Nope," I said with a grin.

"I bet you are. GET HIM GIRLS!"

They jumped up and came at me. I knocked over my chair
levitating from the table. I ran around the couch with
the four of them in hot pursuit. I distanced myself
from the three older girls easily but Holly must have
been a track star. I had to jump over the divan to get
away. I headed into my bedroom, grabbed a pillow and
hit Tara as she came through the door. "Hey, no fair."
She shouted grabbing the pillow. The other girls had
piled up behind. I was holding another pillow. "Get
him," Christine said. They rushed in. I got several
good pillow smacks in as they rushed me but soon, four
against one, I was taking a lot more than I was
dishing out. None of the pillows had burst yet but I
was getting a little worried about it. I smacked Holly
a last time which made an opening in the encirclement,
dropped the pillow and headed up the stairs to the
garden. They followed hooting at my cowardice. 

Once there, I realized I was trapped. I turned as they
emerged. They surrounded me and grabbed me. A look
from Christine and the four of them dumped me in the
spa. I came up sputtering. They were laughing like
crazy. 

Then Saeyong said, "That looks nice but I think I'll
take off my clothes." She quickly stripped and joined
me. The other's just as quickly joined us into the
spa.

"You know," said Christine. "You're supposed to take
your clothes off before you get in the spa."

"Really?" I asked. "Thanks for telling me." I pulled
off my soaked clothes, not easy sopping wet, and threw
them up on the deck. I lounged back with the girls as
one of them turned on the jets.

Here I was with four beautiful, naked women lounging
in my spa. I'd had sex with all four of them in the
past few days and if I wanted, I could probably have
sex with any one of them, maybe all four of them,
right now. It was somebody's wet dream. But that
wasn't what I was feeling. I was feeling close with
them and happy to be sharing this moment. It hit me,
family. It is a family. Okay, it is a really different
family and a lot of people wouldn't consider it a
family, but that is what it was. 

We soaked in the spa for awhile. I was first out, that
thing was bleeding hot. The women followed me back
down to the living room.

We all sat down in the living room, the girls lounging
on various couches and chairs. Christine started
talking about some of the things Uncle Jack was
involved in. Uncle Jack had season tickets to the San
Francisco Symphony and the Opera. He had a pair to
each for their seasons. 

"Ugh, the opera," said Tara.

"I take it you don't like the opera?" I asked.

"It's the thing fat foreigners do until you get a
headache," she said.

Holly chimed in, "I didn't like it the first time but
the second time was actually kind of fun."

"What did you see?" I asked.

_"Gianni Schicchi,"_ she said. "By Rimini."

"That's Puccini," Christine said.

"Whatever," Holly answered. "Anyway, it was really
funny."

Christine continued, "So, we trade off going with
Jack. He also has seasons with ACT. By the way,
they'll all be hitting you up for donations. Jack was
pretty good to them. And you'll need `proper' clothes
for the opera."

"Oh no. I don't want a monkey suit," I said.

"Don't whine. It's unbecoming," Christine scolded. 

I almost said, `Yes, Mom.'

"In fact, today is a perfect day. Let's go." She stood
up and motioned for me to follow. I'm sure I had a
sour look on my face as the girls started laughing.
Christine made me dress while she did the same, took
my arm and steered me to the elevator. 

At the front door, Jerry asked, "How do you like it so
far?" I caught a hint of envy in his voice. "Fine," I
said. "Beautiful views up there." Outside, Christine
cracked up. We took a taxi to a tony area. I tried on
suits and jackets and slacks and shoes until I was
sick of it. Christine made all of the decisions. I
gathered she was used to doing this for Uncle Jack. My
few comments and suggestions were met with amusement.
The suits had to remain for tailoring but I brought
home a bunch of jackets, shirts, pants, ties and
shoes. Of course I had to show the women how handsome
I was. They cooed and awed over me, mollifying me to
some degree. I even think they were serious about
thinking I looked good.

It was close to dinner time by then. Tara and Saeyong
had prepared a hearty stew. Conversation flowed around
the table, sometimes two or three conversations going
at the same time. Just like a family dinner I thought.
I stopped and considered that. Just like a family
dinner. This really is a family, isn't it? Okay, it's
unconventional as hell, granted. But the Bible
brigades can't complain. The Old Testament is full of
polygamous families. David had at least 6 wives and
wise Solomon had 700 wives and 300 concubines. If it's
good enough for God's prophets it's good enough for
me.

After dinner we retired to the fireplace. Christine
started the logs with a gas starter. There is
something intensely romantic about a real log fire.
The fireplace was set in a pit covered with deep soft
carpet. Around the pit, low flat couches were placed.
I asked and Christine explained it was modeled after
the Etruscans, where a man and a woman shared a couch
for the evening's entertainment including the intimate
entertainments. 

Holly and Tara settled in front of the fireplace and
started kissing. Christine led me to one of the
couches. I was mesmerized by Tara and Holly. I had
never seen two women make love. I couldn't take my
eyes off of them. Soon their clothes were being
removed. I hardly noticed Christine and Saeyong
joining me on the couch. Tara and Holly were quickly
naked down by the fireplace. I felt a hand fondle my
cock and then Saeyong's voice cooing, "Oh my. He's
really hard." Christine pulled my shirt off and
Saeyong unbuckled my pants and pulled them off. My
cock pointed straight at Holly and Tara rolling on the
floor together. Tara was between Holly's legs, licking
and kissing her pussy, when I felt my cock entering a
mouth. Hands were tweaking my nipples and another set
of lips were kissing my neck. I felt tits pressing
against my back. Holly was moaning as she reached for
Tara's head and pulled her face hard against her
crotch. One mouth was sucking and bobbing on my cock
as a second set of lips licked and sucked my balls.
Holly was moaning and then screamed in orgasm, her
hips bouncing as Tara held her mouth hard against
Holly's pussy. Two tongues licked and teased my cock
as Tara swung around and Holly dove into her pussy. I
was floating in some strange erotic world where my
mind seemed separated from my body. It was as if I was
part of both scenes, two women fucking and two women
sucking me but also as if I was watching both at the
same time. Holly attacked Tara's pussy wildly jamming
two fingers up her pussy while licking and sucking on
her clitoris. Tara went wild, moaning and screaming as
her hips bounced around on the deep carpeting. A mouth
engulfed my cock as a slick finger slid into my ass
and found my prostate. The finger massaged my prostate
as the mouth sucked me. My eyes rolled back in my head
as I felt a tremendous cum surging through my body. I
screamed, the sound entwining with Tara's scream, as
the pressure climaxed and my cum burst forth from my
cock. My balls spasmed over and over, the finger in my
ass seemed to be forcing more and more of my cum out
my cock. I experience a climax that seemed to never
end going on after my balls were long spent. 

I slowly came down from the ether where I had been
floating through this experience. Holly and Tara were
cuddling in front of the fireplace. I looked at
Christine and Saeyong, cuddling with me, and said,
"Thank you. That was the most amazing thing I've ever
experienced."

"Better than Delilah?" asked Christine.

"Not even in the same universe," I said. 

I pulled Saeyong to me and kissed her and then turned
to Christine and kissed her. 

"Wow," was all I could say.

We lazed like that for a while. I was still mentally
floating and Christine could tell I wasn't really
there. "You should go to bed," she told me gently.

"I guess you're right. I am really wiped out." I
kissed Christine and Saeyong again, rolled off the
couch and kissed Tara and Holly whose kisses tasted of
each other and headed for bed.

The girls were still lounging in the passion pit as
Christine took me to the bedroom. She pulled back the
covers and helped me into bed. As she left she blew me
a kiss.

I wondered if they were going to go at it after I
left. Women certainly have more stamina when it comes
to sex than any poor guy has.

I thought about the girls: Christine was almost a mom
to the group, including me, but also very sexy and
sensual. Saeyong had the ability to turn her
sensuality on and off but she was certainly wild when
she wanted to be. Tara was a firecracker, always
turned on and Holly was the reserved one but learning
as she matured. I wondered what she would be like in
five years. It will be fun being with her as she
grows.

I was still a bit conflicted. There was just a hint of
guilt. I enjoyed being with all four of these lovely
women, but still, I felt a hint of guilt. Why? 

On the bedside table there was an envelope. I hadn't
seen it when I came in. Christine would have to be a
magician to have hidden it on her person, she had been
naked as a jaybird herself. Another mystery. 

I picked up the envelope and looked at it. It was
addressed to me. No book tonight. I was vaguely
disappointed looking forward to what Uncle Jack would
have tried to tell me through the readings. 

I tore open the envelope and opened the letter. It was
from Uncle Jack. It said:

If you are reading this, you have inherited. You are
the only relative of mine who has the common sense to
throw off the strictures of our upbringing. It took me
twenty years to do it. Mike, 95% of men would give
anything to be in your position, I think you know
that. Interestingly, I don't think many of those men
could really enjoy it. When I hired the first of my
girls, many of my friends were publicly aghast and
privately envious. The public reaction was so their
wives didn't suspect their private reaction. When I
hired Christine, those same wives refused to let their
husbands come near my place. It hasn't always been
easy swimming against the current. But it has been
worth it. I think you might be man enough to take my
place. That is why I left it to you. You have three
years to learn how to be a man. I hope it doesn't take
you that long.

If I could sum up the goal of life I would say it is
seeking pleasure and avoiding pain. And yet, the
Church seeks to block pleasurable activities as
sinful. Why? The basic pleasures of life, the
pleasures life itself draws you toward, wine, women
and song, the church tries to block. 

Look at our church. Dancing forbidden. Alcohol, even
in moderation, forbidden. And women are a vessel of
temptation, Eve brought man's fall from grace with her
sexual wiles. 

Why do you think the Catholic Church forces its
priests to be single? Have you ever asked why does the
church vilify all physical pleasures? Why do they make
you feel guilty for those things you most want to do?
What's in it for them? Guilt. That's what they want.
You can't enslave a mind which is free and untroubled.
But make a person feel guilty and now you have a lever
into his mind. A guilty man will hand you the whip and
then blame himself when it hurts. The Bible never
mentions Original Sin. Does God really hold every
living person guilty because of one person, who in
fact, never even lived? It's ridiculous except when
you realize the Church wants you to _feel_ guilty. Why
do you think Christian history is full of flagellants?
The church needs guilt to control their parishioners.
That is why Sunday after Sunday pastors preach our
failings. That is why they preach that the pleasures
that are essential to a man are evil. 

You are caught. Of course, you want to enjoy a good
table, and good wine and good sex. Your innermost life
force demands it. Then they have you because you
accept the guilt along with your basic drive toward
life. It is the Devil's bargain. The healthy drive
toward life's pleasures is the yoke you wear to
enslave you. 

Have you accepted the guilt because four women are
giving you pleasure? Why boy, WHY??? Is it because
there are four women? We all know that is wrong.
Poppycock. 

Most healthy societies have known and accepted that
man is polygamous. The hetaerae of ancient Greece, the
Geisha of Japan, the brothels run by the medieval
church all helped make their societies less crazy.
When the medieval church had complete control they
were able to allow sex without guilt. Priests married,
Bishops had children, the church turned nunneries into
brothels and courtesans were respected. As the church
lost that absolute political control they moved back
toward celibacy, monogamy and sex as a sin. You know
why. When they lost political control they needed
control through guilt. It is both normal and natural
for you to seek multiple partners. Those pleasures are
part of man. But make him feel guilty for them, and
that man is yours. 

Mike, I spent four years taking you on the path it
took me twenty years to traverse. I know you are
close. Finish the climb out of superstition and guilt.
I know you already have Reason on your side. Now it is
time for you to conquer those emotions planted so
carefully during your youth. No more unearned guilt. 

Be good to the girls. I loved them all.

John Joseph Kane

I had trouble finishing the last of the letter as my
eyes had misted up thinking about Uncle Jack. I put
the letter down.

The readings of the past three nights coalesced in my
mind, along with Jack's note. I felt a lightness to my
being. I felt big and connected with all four women.
The whole world came into focus. I felt clean and
fresh again as those early Bible teachings left me.
Like having a blazing Sun for my soul, I felt cleansed
and purified. There is a devil in creation. He isn't
God's opposite. He isn't some being with a pitchfork
and a tail that spends his days tempting mankind with
pleasure. All of those paintings showing the Devil
tempting the Saints with the pleasures of the flesh
were wrong. The Devil is making God something other
than what he really is. The Devil is damning the
pleasures that God put into his Creation for our
enjoyment. The Devil is the Church. The last of the
guilt the Church had worked so hard to inculcate in my
mind evaporated. I lay back in bed with my arms under
my head, looking out at the city and realized that I
was the luckiest country boy who ever stumbled into
the big city because I could enjoy the gifts that God
has given: food, wine and women, without guilt.




		
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