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From: Charles Dodgson <chaz_dodgson@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} PAVEL_j  {C.  Dodgson} (MMFF;v,o,a;slow,orgy,rom)
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Date: Sat, 19 Mar 2005 05:10:05 -0500
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The following is a story for posting on alt.sex.stories.moderated and for
archiving.  Since I apparently couldn't even format my first story
correctly as a plain text file (from the note at the end of the posting)
I'm just sending this as a text file without trying to set shorter lines.

   I have the option of sending it as an attachment, but I believe I saw
that you don't accept or at least don't care for that.  If I'm wrong and
can do it by attaching a text file let me know because it would be much
easier.

   Thanks C.Dodgson =====

   PAVEL_j (MMFF;v,o,a;slow,orgy,rom) [C.  Dodgson]



   "Mark, I have perfect weekend for you.  You're going to be participant
in my Fourth of July weekend Human Sexuality Symposium at University
Conference Center in the San Bernardino mountains.  All you have to do is
use your influence with print shop to get my flyers, information folders,
registration forms and questionnaires printed." Pavel was the son of
Russian emigrants who defected with him during the cold war.  Possibly in
reaction to his early environment, he was a consummate entrepreneur.  He
had conned his way into the university as a Theater Arts instructor though
he had much weaker credentials than other applicants.  In spite of this,
he'd done an excellent job of revitalizing their department.  His gall and
charm made him hated by many of the instructors in and out of his
department.  Pavel didn't help this by having gone to bed with the wives of
at least five faculty members.  While no one could prove any of this, they
all believed it was likely.  Since he often borrowed Mark's condominium
near school for his liaisons, Mark was one of the few who knew he had.

   Mark found his enthusiasm, wit, brashness and Russian accent delightful,
so he befriended Pavel from the beginning and helped him avoid some
political errors when he was new to the university.  Pavel, in turn,
latched on to him and decided he had to help Mark out of the depression
Pavel perceived.  His accent, by the way, varied from almost non-existent
to very heavy, dependent on what he felt would impress the listener most
and how uncertain of the topic he was.

   Shortly before Pavel arrived at the school in 1974, Mark's wife and he
had been having marital troubles.  While his hobbies were classical music,
reading, gardening and backpacking, hers were affairs.  They both liked
sex; she just didn't like it with him.  He thought she might be doing this
to compensate for the fact that she could get pregnant easily, but always
had a miscarriage.  After trying just about everything the doctors
recommended, they took the final medical advice and Mark got a vasectomy.

   In a rare moment of self analysis and honesty, she said, "It's not that
you're bad in bed.  It's just that we've done everything often enough that
there's no romance left.  Sex is great for the first couple of months, but
then I need someone new.  We've been married fourteen years.  Do you know
how boring that is?" He didn't bother answering her question, although he
agreed.  He wondered how much of her moving from lover to lover was her
choice and how much was theirs.  She said they had done everything.  What
she meant was, they had done everything in her limited repertoire.  She
didn't care for oral either way, she had only two positions she liked, and
she wouldn't even talk about trying anal.  In retrospect, Mark decided she
knew neither how to move into a more intimate, human relationship, nor how
to keep a physical one interesting.  When the novelty or romance wore off,
there was nothing left.

   She was driving to a new boyfriend's place one night, and had stopped
for a traffic signal at the bottom of a long hill.  A gas tanker truck lost
its brakes and rear-ended her.  The truck caught fire and both she and the
truck driver were killed.  This was the third fatal accident in the area
involving the oil company's trucks in two months and records showed
defective maintenance.  They offered Mark a large cash settlement if he
wouldn't make any public statements.  His lawyer said it was much higher
than typical for this kind of case and structured the payment over a few
years to minimize taxes.  Mark accepted the money, purchased an eight
thousand square foot house on an even larger piece of land in a nearby
wealthy community, a condominium near school, and invested the rest.

   Pavel had been trying to fix Mark up with other instructors, various
female students, and a few young actresses and models he knew (usually in
the biblical sense).  He believed Mark must be depressed if he wasn't
having regular sex with at least three or four nubile young women.

   This latest idea of Pavel's sounded crazy, but it wasn't as weird as
many of his earlier ones.  Strangely, they all made money for him.  He had
contacted several sexually oriented groups, each of whom had some specific
ideas they wanted to publicize.  He leased the Conference Center for the
long Fourth of July weekend.  The administration would be livid when they
learned what his topics were.  The day-time sessions and workshops were to
be presented by groups advocating alternative life styles, swinging, open
marriage, sexual freedom, sexual variations, gay life styles, nudism,
multiple marriage, children's liberation and intergenerational contacts,
and there were a few groups who advocated much more unusual sexual
occupations than these.  There were workshops on sex education, sensuality
training and overcoming sexual inhibitions.  Speakers on B&D, S&M,
bestiality, incest pro and con, two underground pedophilia groups, and a
few other topics that were even further out of the mainstream were
included.

   Most of these groups were paying him very well to have a public forum to
present their views and possibly recruit members.  Now he was advertising
for people to attend the week-end.  They too, would pay handsomely for
three days of oral (in this case, verbal) sex.

   Pavel had long since worn out his welcome at the university print shop.
However, Mark recently tutored two of the foreman's kids who were not doing
too well in their first year of college.  They both raised their grade
point average for the semester from below a "C" to an "A minus." The
foreman was quite happy to print the sheets for Mark, but he forgot to ask
the foreman to have the papers collated.

   Mark spent an evening folding them and putting sets in envelopes, and he
thought, "This is ridiculous.  I'm doing all this for Pavel when I probably
won't even stay at his sex weekend."

   As he continued folding, he read the sexual history and preferences
questionnaire.  The attendees were to fill them out honestly but
anonymously.  As one can imagine, the questions were about very private and
sensitive matters.  It was unfortunate that they couldn't match the answers
with the names and people.  It occurred to him that he could mark the
registration sheet and the questionnaire in the same envelope.  That way,
he could connect them later.  The identifying marks would, of course, have
to be invisible.  He had used some ultra-violet fluorescent ink to catch a
student in his lower division philosophy class he suspected of cheating. 
He was stealing a copy of Mark's take-home tests from the print shop. 
Everyone else had overnight to do the tests.  He had two weeks.  Mark
identified all the tests just before he handed them out and hoped the
student would write the answers on the one he had stolen.  When he checked
the sheets the students returned, he found one "A" paper that did not have
the fluorescent mark.

   This made the weekend worth attending.  Ethically, it bothered him that
he had first used the ink to catch a cheater, and now he was using it to
cheat.  Well, he wasn't perfect, and this was too good a chance at
effective voyeurism to ignore.  He got the ink, worked out a dot system of
identification and marked all the sheets.



   The drive to the mountains early Friday afternoon reminded Mark how much
he loved backpacking and how little of it he had done recently.  The
pressures of work and city living constricted his spirit.  The forest
brought back the carefree and joyous emotions he had whenever he hiked
through the wilderness.  Although Mark knew it was dangerous to backpack by
himself, the feeling of freedom and self-determination made it worth it. 
Mark's reawakened exhilaration and sense of adventure persisted the entire
weekend.  Had the symposium been in town, he would have had a much more
safe and staid three days, and his life wouldn't have changed.

   Mark parked and carried the box of packets into the main meeting hall.
The clerk, Ethel, was just setting up her table, and she was happy to see
he had the paperwork she'd need.  She proudly showed him the locked metal
ballot box she had borrowed for the questionnaires.  Ethel assured him that
anonymity would be preserved.  She gave Mark a packet and wrote "no charge"
on it, since she assumed he was one of the people running the symposium. 
In addition, he got one of the nicer rooms with a queen size bed, and its
own small refrigerator, bathroom and shower.

   By seven o'clock the hall was getting crowded with both attendees and
presenters.  There were a surprising number of students and faculty members
there.  Most of them studiously avoided recognizing each other.  Unless
they were already involved with the other people, most felt embarrassed to
admit they were this interested in sex.  There was no specified dinner time
the first night.  The help set up a buffet for make-it-yourself salads and
sandwiches and a complimentary open bar with soft drinks, beer and wine. 
Pavel was in his element, running around coordinating everything, and being
ebullient and sparkling.  He looked across the room and rushed over. 
"Mark, I'm delighted you could make it.  Look at this crowd of sexually
starved people.  Take your pick of anyone here.  The women are gorgeous and
sansationally beautiful.  I'll set you up with someone different each of
the nights.  What do you say to that, my friend?"

   "It might be better for my ego if you let me do it myself.  I was
wondering, however, how you were going to have time for all the women
you've already charmed the pants off of, figuratively now and literally
later?"

   Pavel laughed, and said, "Is old Russian proverb that you have only two
hands, but you can never have too many birds in the bush.  Well, if you
would like any of my birds, just let me know." Like most other sayings
Pavel quoted, this was probably as apocryphal as it was cryptic.

   But, he certainly was right.  One could almost smell the pheromones in
the air.  The people were already highly aroused in anticipation.  Mark
wasn't sure what they were anticipating, but they were fun to watch.  A
sign warning of extreme fire hazard meant that open fires and fireworks
were prohibited in this area.  Everyone seemed to be preparing for a
different kind of fireworks show.

   Late in the evening, Ethel called Mark over and said, "Dr.  Borodin said
you were in charge of combining the registration sheet information.  You're
supposed to analyze the questionnaires for the presentation at the sexual
education workshop on Monday.  Everyone's filled out his or her
registration sheet and put the questionnaire in the box.  We made sure to
shuffle the registration sheets frequently so no one could be identified.
If you're ready, I can unlock the ballot box and you can take the
questionnaires with you." When he told her she was doing a great job, she
smiled broadly.  She opened the box and made a show of scrambling the
contents even more.  Mark almost felt sorry about letting her put so much
effort into randomizing the order of the sheets.

   Once in his room, he turned on his small UV light and matched the two
sets of sheets.  The questionnaires surprised him as he began to read them.
People who come to a symposium like this would probably be more sexually
oriented than average, but these people were obsessed.  They thought about
sex constantly, they had wildly creative fantasies, and many of them had
lived out episodes that were as strange as the best of the fantasies.  He
separated the stacks into female and male, and did the female group first.
The responses aroused him so much that he couldn't continue.  Pavel would
have been disappointed had he learned, that with so many available women
here, Mark had masturbated to relieve the pressure.

   Now, he started on the men.  If anything, they were more obsessed than
the women.  As he went through the stack, he checked off the items listed
on the questionnaire.  One sheet, for example, showed the person to be
predominantly heterosexual, but open to a bisexual union.  He fantasized
constantly about orgies with oral, genital and anal in all possible
combinations.  He had little sexual experience, liked small breasted women,
was built a little smaller than average, could maintain an erection after
orgasms, could have more than twelve a day, and had a measured IQ of 162.
Suddenly, Mark realized it was his own questionnaire.  He was this sex
fiend.

   Mark had justified and was comfortable with all his sexual attributes
and desires.  It hadn't occurred to him that he was just like all the other
guys here.  That is, except for experience.  Most of them had more sexual
partners in a given week than he had in his life.  An outstanding exception
was a twenty-two year old chemistry major who was still a virgin.  Mark
thought, "There's at least one guy here who's had less experience than I
have." The virgin described himself as skinny, awkward, homely, inept in
social situations, and completely insensitive.  Mark thought that was
interesting, because insensitive people usually think they're extremely
sensitive.

   After finishing his data transfer, Mark pulled out the sheets he had
flagged.  These were people he had to see.  He memorized the names and
their sexual proclivities, then went to sleep.  The next morning he
showered, dressed, put on his name tag and went to breakfast.  About eight
lovely women surrounded Pavel.  He certainly had a special skill.  There
was an empty seat nearby so Mark carried his tray there and put it down. 
The three people across from him and those on each side of him were wearing
their name badges.  He remembered their answers to the questions, but they
all looked so normal.  Mrs.  McCarthy across from Mark, appeared to be a
pleasant looking, slightly plump, middle-aged housewife.  According to her
answers, she loved having sex with as many guys as possible at the same
time.  Her best experience was a college football team including the second
and third strings.

   Mr.  and Mrs.  Johannsen, next to her, looked like an inhibited
librarian and an officious clerk at a traffic fine collection window.  They
were full time swingers, wrote a national swingers newsletter, and loved
kinky variations and orgies.

   Tom, sitting to his right, was the virgin.  Here was a good example of a
person who acted according to his self image, and got from other people
what he expected.  He had a poor view of himself, but he was about five
feet, ten inches, and lean but not skinny.  He wasn't handsome, but he
certainly was above average in appearance.  Mark said to him, kiddingly,
"Good morning.  My name's Mark.  It's a beautiful day to be totally
immersed in sex, don't you think?" He jumped as if Mark had jabbed him with
an electric cattle prod.

   "Uh, yuh.  Uh, my name's Tom," he half whispered.  So much for IQ 145,
Mark thought.

   "What do you think of the people, so far?" Mark decided to compare his
self evaluation with Tom's actual behavior.

   "Gee, I haven't talked to anyone yet, but they seem pleasant and
lively." This wasn't getting them anywhere.

   "There are a wide variety of seminars and workshops.  Which of the
sessions do you think you'll go to?"

   "Well, I thought I'd try 'Overcoming Inhibitions', 'Alternate Life
Styles', and 'Nudism' to start with.  What about you?"

   In an effort to help him relate, Mark said, "I was thinking of the same
ones, and possibly, 'Variations' and 'Sensuality Training.' What specific
areas would you like them to cover in the workshops you'll be attending?"

   "It's so hard to make contact with anyone, to even begin a relationship,
that I hoped they might give me some hints or techniques.  Maybe I'd fit
better in an alternate life style.  I just don't know.  I could never take
my clothes off in front of anyone so I couldn't be a nudist.  They must be
really confident and extroverted.  Maybe I can get some ideas there, too."
He suddenly stiffened as he realized he had opened up more than he wanted
to.  "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to burden you with my concerns.  What do
you want out of the sessions?"

   "My wife died two years ago, after we had fourteen years of unsuccessful
marriage.  Like you, I've had a hard time developing any relationships.  I
was a failure at marriage, so I thought I'd see what the alternative life
style people had to offer.  I used to feel the same way as you about
nudism. Now I've decided I don't give a damn.  It's better if a woman knows
what I have to offer physically at the beginning.  If she's looking for a
muscular or well hung guy, we won't waste each other's time for a few dates
before she rejects me.  If a woman judges men by their physical attributes,
she probably isn't the kind of person I want to relate to, anyway.  I'm
probably too cerebral so maybe sensuality training will help me open up my
emotions.  While I've had no experience with anything kinky, my fantasies
sure make up for it.  I guess I chose that one out of voyeurism; you know,
something to supercharge my fantasy sex life for the next few weeks."

   "That's interesting, Mark.  You've talked me into going to them, too. 
Are you here with friends?"

   "No, I'm here alone.  I know only one guy here, and he's too busy to
talk with me." By then they realized their table mates were listening to
their conversation with rapt attention.  From the sparkles in their eyes,
Mrs.  McCarthy's mind was working to include Mark and Tom in her next cadre
of males, and the Johannsens were delighted by the comments about kinky
sex. As they bussed their dishes, Pavel grabbed Mark and dragged him over
to meet someone.

   "This is your perfect sex partner.  A great sex machine for you,
beautiful, intelligent and disposable, too.  I promise, she is nymphomaniac
and she goes back east in two months." She was the head of the Psychology
Department on sabbatical from a north-east university.  Tamar Jordan was
tall, beautiful, had long black hair, dark piercing eyes, and firm full
round breasts.  She dressed provocatively in a micro-miniskirt and other
dramatic, expensive and revealing clothes.  In the moment they met, she
appraised Mark physically and decided he was acceptable.  Then she swooped
down like an eagle on a rabbit and started the conversation in a Mensa-like
manner.  It was supposed to be pleasant social intercourse, but it was a
combination of mind-fucking, dissection and an oral examination to see if
he passed her intellectual standards.  He thought, "This is too easy." He
quickly adopted a bit of a southern accent to activate her probable New
England prejudices.

   "Ah shore am glad to meet you, ma'am.  Boy, don't that tear the rag off
the bush.  Those are real pretty clothes you're wearin' but ah sure
wouldn't let my daughter out of the house with them on.  No offense, ma'am,
but where ah'm from, only the absolute highest grade of hookers would wear
clothes like that.  You must be in hog heaven with all the horny studs
sniffing around you."

   Tamar murdered Pavel with one look, said, "So nice to meet you.  I see
some friends across the room.  Please excuse me."

   Pavel said, "Now I see what your problem is.  No vonder you have no
vomen, with a silver tongue like that.  If you didn't like her, vhy didn't
you just hit in head with rock?  It would have been kinder.  OK, I take
hint.  No more setups.  You find your own kind woman.  But remember, vanya,
only two more nights." Mark laughed, thanked him for his efforts, misguided
though they were, and headed to the meeting room.

   By the afternoon, the unremitting sexual orientation of each lecture,
discussion, display, and X-rated "educational" film had androgens surging
through everyone's body.  People were no longer furtively glancing.  They
were outright staring at the hard nipples and erections that were only
slightly masked by the thin, summer clothes everyone wore.  As he went into
the "Nudism" seminar, Mark wondered about the difference between undressing
everyone mentally as the crowd had been doing, and the real thing.

   Tom, on the opposite side of the hall, was flanked by Mrs.  McCarthy and
the Johannsen's, and he looked miserable.  Mark looked past him and saw two
delightful young women sitting just down the row from Tom.  They appeared
to be identical twins.

   The speaker said, "You are all invited to the Southern California Nudist
Council clothes-optional dance in this room tonight.  We'll have snacks and
a free open bar with wine, beer and soft drinks.  Does anyone here know how
to use an air brush?" Mark raised his hand.  Next, he asked if there were
any graphic artists in the audience.  The twins raised their hands.  The
speaker asked if the three of them would see him after the session.  This
was getting better.  He went on to say, "For those of you who are shy, I
should tell you the lights will be off.  The only lighting will be from
ultra-violet lamps to illuminate the fluorescent body painting.  We just
recruited three experts who will dress you in glowing colors to illuminate
your most joyous fantasies.  See you all there." Mark knew he'd keep the
questionnaires and registration forms away from their lights.

   The moderator asked their names when they got to the front of the room.
Rebecca and Roberta, or Becky and Barbie were the girl's names.  These dark
blond small breasted twins were even more attractive close up.  They were
about five feet six inches tall, had large blue eyes, prominent high cheek
bones, full lips outlining small mouths and lean legs.  He showed them the
fluorescent body paints, the brushes and the air brush with its small
compressor.  "I sort of trapped the three of you into coming up here.  We
really would appreciate it if you'd help us by body painting the people,
tonight.  Our regular artists couldn't make it.  You can paint anything you
or the person want.  People usually choose designs that reveal quite a bit
about their personalities." They all agreed to do it.  He left and they
stayed to decide how they'd handle it.

   Becky said, "If the person doesn't know what he wants, what should we
do? We're both good artists, but we can't come up with funny ideas at
will."

   Mark said, "Let's make a list of designs we could use, before tonight.
That way, if the person wants something specific, we do it, otherwise we
offer some of our ideas." They agreed to think about designs, then meet at
his room after dinner to make the list.  "Before we leave, I have a
question.  If your name is Roberta, why do you call yourself 'Barbie'
instead of 'Bobbie'?"

   Becky answered for her, "A few years ago our parents took us to
Australia for a vacation.  A 'barbecue' is called a 'barby' there.  Roberta
really liked the teen-age son of the people we were staying with.  Since
she was so hot for him, I changed her nickname from 'Bobbie' to 'Barbie'
and it stuck."

   Back at his room to drop off the pamphlets he'd gathered, Mark looked up
the questionnaires and registration sheets of Becky and Barbie.  They were
certainly identical twins because they had filled out everything almost
exactly the same.  They were twenty years old, had tested at an IQ of 150,
and were art majors at his school.  Both were uninhibited and had strong
sex drives, but their few experiences with guys were uniformly
disappointing.  The most frequent partner of each was the other.  They were
both multi-orgasmic.  Their most frequent fantasy was sharing one or two
men in group sex.  Mark's hormones were beginning to respond.

   At the social hour before dinner Tom came over to him, practically at a
run.  He said, "I've got to get away from those people.  Ever since they
heard our conversation at breakfast, they keep trying to proselytize me
into their own sexual worlds.  I'm not going to be their sex toy just to
lose my virginity."

   He realized what he had just said and tried to take it back.  "Not that
I'm a virgin, but if I were, I wouldn't want to lose it with them."

   "Tom, can you think of any particular food you had for the first time in
the last year?" Tom looked at him as if Mark were crazy, but answered.

   "Yeah, a friend invited me over to his parent's house for a big dinner.
They were Pakistani.  I'd never had that kind of food before, but it was
quite good.  What does that have to do with anything?"

   "In terms of that food, you were a virgin before you had it.  When you
ate it you lost your virginity for Pakistani food.  Was there a significant
change in you?  Did you really miss your virginal state?  Would your life
have been different if you hadn't had that food?"

   "No.  It wasn't a big thing, just an experience I had.  Oh, I see. 
You're saying the difference between virginity and non-virginity is
insignificant.  We just make a big thing about the change.  How does that
apply to me?"

   "Sex with someone else, like Pakistani food, is enjoyable, but you can
live without it.  You're neither a better nor worse person if you have sex.
I'm saying, let it happen naturally, and don't let anyone use your
situation to manipulate you."

   "You know, Mark, it's lucky we're both heterosexual.  If I was gay, I'd
be strongly attracted to you."

   "I think you mean, 'If I were gay . . .  ' 'Were' is the subjunctive
that means contrary-to-fact.  By using 'was' you were saying that you could
be gay under certain conditions.  Don't mind my verbal nit picking.  I'm
just giving you a hard time.  Are you going to come to the dance, tonight?"

   "Don't do that.  I've had enough questions of my own about my sexuality
already, I don't need anyone confusing me more.  And, you couldn't pay me
enough to go to a nudist dance.  I don't dance at all, much less without my
clothes on.  I'm going to the evening workshop they announced in the
Overcoming Inhibitions seminar." About then, Barbie waved from across the
room.  Mark wished Tom luck in avoiding Mrs.  McCarthy and the Johannsens
and excused himself.

   Once in Mark's room, they went over the ideas they had.  The girls came
up with only flowers, art work to simulate bigger breasts, tattoos and the
peace symbol.  This had become popular with groups who had been against the
Viet Nam War.  It was a Mercedes-Benz symbol with an additional line from
the center of the circle to the bottom.  He gave them his list: Superman
logo, Plastic man logo with a penis drawn coming up, wrapping around the
guy's waist then draping over his shoulder, happy face, happy face with a
wink, scowling face, scowling face with tongue out, Kilroy was here,
standard symbol for male, standard symbol for female, whole series of take
offs on the male and female symbols: 1) A small circle with a large arrow,
2) A large circle with a very small arrow, 3) An arrow pointing inside the
circle, 4) An arrow drooping, 5) A circle with six arrows around it, 6) A
circle filled with stars, 7) A circle filled with little hearts, 8) A male
or female symbol with a heart replacing the circle, 9) All of the above but
change the gender, 10) Both arrow and cross on the circle; paint red
fluorescent under a guy's foreskin so he can flash it or hide it.  Mark had
already decided what he would use for the girls, but he didn't list it.

   The dance started slow and subdued.  Most people kept all their clothes
on.  A few guys took off their shirts.  Flowers, happy faces and peace
symbols were their biggest sellers, but most people didn't have any body
painting done.  The night was warm, and dancing made people thirsty.  After
drinking a fair amount of wine, the participants became more daring.  More
clothes came off, and a few of the cruder guys wanted their penises painted
red.  When Mark suggested the under foreskin paint to an exhibitionist with
an oversized cock and a long foreskin, he loved it.  He was flashing on and
off so much, Becky giggled, "If he keeps that up, he's going to come all
over the dance floor."

   Now they had a steady stream of customers.  Mark enjoyed himself coming
up with ideas that matched the fantasies he remembered for some of the
people.  Becky and Barbie would do the drawing, and the people loved it.  A
few of them commented on how insightful he was.  The requests were getting
sexier and moving into the downright pornographic.  The girls didn't mind
because they were all having a good time.  When they got to paint a penis,
they'd work together, squealing and giggling the whole time.  Finally,
everyone who wanted to be painted was satisfied.

   "OK, now it's your turn.  Do you want me to paint both of you?" Mark
asked.  They quickly agreed.  They hadn't had time to remove their clothes
so they disrobed now.  His eyes had adapted to the dim purple light from
the ultra-violet lamps.  He tried to appear nonchalant while thinking,
"Their perky little breasts, flat stomachs, a surprising lack of hair,
plump smooth nether lips, small firm round asses, and lean legs are even
more delightful without clothes."

   "Do you want the same as each other or something different?" They wanted
the same design, as he had guessed they would.  He painted identical
rainbows leading from one shoulder down between their breasts to just above
their vulvas.  Over these, he painted pots of gold.  He made a few stars
and clouds on their backs, then he printed a small "A+" on each of their
four breasts.  "This has two meanings.  The first is for their size, and
the second is for their quality." There wasn't much he could have done or
said to please them more.  They pranced around the room showing off, then
they danced the Twist with each other.  When they came back, they said he
had to take off his clothes because it was his turn.

   First, they painted a large circle and arrow on his chest, put a small
cross inside hanging down from the top, and finally, filled the circle with
stars, hearts and little flowers.  Barbie said, "There's a reason for the
small female symbol inside.  You have the sensitivity of a woman, and
that's a real compliment.  The stars and hearts and flowers are because
you're so creative and funny."

   "I'd love to kiss you both at the same time, but I'd smear my make up."
They looked at each other but didn't say anything.

   The moderator from the day session came over and said, "You three make a
great team.  I'd like to give you all free one year memberships in the
SCNC. That will get you into any nudist group in Southern California." They
all danced for a while.  Just about every guy there had an erection as they
danced.  Since Mark was able to keep his down to about half mast, he hoped
no one noticed.  Becky said, "It was a lot of fun, but I've had enough
dancing.  I'd like to go someplace quiet and have a few glasses of wine."
He said he had some cold white wine in his room.  Barbie immediately said,
"You talked us into it, you silver tongued devil." Mark smiled as he
remembered Pavel's use of that phrase to describe a very different
situation.

   As they sat in the room, sipping their wine and kidding each other,
Becky suddenly said, "I've heard older men were sexier.  We've had bad luck
with younger guys, so we've decided to take a chance.  I think a few of you
older guys really are sexier.  You said you'd have kissed us except that
you didn't want to smear your make up.  Well, it's dry now.  Who do you
want to kiss?"

   Boldness was never one of his strong points.  Now it was worth a try to,
in sales jargon, "assume the sale."

   "You're both so delightful, as I said earlier, I want to kiss you both,
and I'd love to make love to you both.  But, there's a problem.  Most males
can't keep up with even one female.  Besides, I want to make love to both
of you, not just one after the other.  You might think this is perverted,
but I'd love it if we all made love to each other at the same time."

   They both squealed and said, "We knew it.  We knew you'd understand, and
we didn't even have to suggest it." They pulled him down to the bed and
they all started kissing everyone.  They were pressed together in a
triangle, with all their lips and tongues connected.  The warmth and
softness of their lips and tongues inundated Mark.  The azure blue of their
eyes glowed in front of him.  Their hard little nipples were pressing
against him from both sides.  He moved down to their breasts as they
continued kissing each other.  Their nipples were touching, so he could
lick and caress both at the same time.  Four of the firmest, smoothest
small young breasts were about as much as he could stand.  Slowly, he moved
down both their bodies.  He started petting and tickling both their vulvas,
one with each hand.  His tongue alternated between them while his hands
were on both.  He had never realized how unbelievably erotic smoothly
shaved vulvas could be.

   Barbie said, "Swing around here so you're upside down." As he did this,
they both wrapped their warm, soft lips around his penis and tickled it
with their pointed little tongues.  He switched hands, but kept caressing
and tickling them as he had been doing.  One started an orgasm, so he moved
his lips and tongue to her cute little clitoris sticking up like a tiny
penis.  Becky started thrusting up into his face.  Her orgasms were
prolonged and wild.  After about four in quick succession, she flopped
back. He switched to Barbie.  This was like having two scoops of his
favorite ice cream.  The second was identical to the first and just as
good.

   Now he started coming.  Mark couldn't tell whose lips and tongue were
where.  They seemed to be stimulating every square millimeter of his penis.
They managed to make his orgasm last for over twice as long as normal.  At
the same time they were licking up every drop of his semen.  Mark's body
was shuddering and jerking from the excess stimulation.  He loved feeling
their soft tongues wrapping around the head of his cock and sliding over it
then up and down the underside of his shaft.  Finally, he had to beg them
to stop.  At random his mind flashed back to a few minutes ago and he
thought, "Thank goodness for sales jargon."

   Before he had a chance to tell them how wonderful they were, Barbie
said, "You really enjoyed that." He thought she was talking about his
orgasm and was about to answer when she continued, "No guy either of us has
been to bed with really liked doing oral on us.  You know how to please a
woman and you're so enthusiastic.  I just love it.  That's the first time a
man has been able to get me off orally and you did it four times in quick
succession."

   Becky said, "Me, too.  We've found ourselves someone special, Bobbs. 
Let's hang on to him."

   "The compliments are nice, but it was nothing compared with what you did
for me.  Your double teaming could kill me.  I don't know if I could take
another orgasm like that, but I'm sure going to try.  As far as oral goes,
you both taste so fresh and tart, I could alternate between the two of you
all night long.  I don't know where you came up with the idea of shaving,
but it just makes you both all the more irresistible." They talked for a
while, slowly opening up about themselves.  Mark realized they were
charming, bright kids.  The eighteen year difference in their ages became
less and less important to all of them.  "I should tell you, I've had a
vasectomy so you don't have to worry about pregnancy."

   "We aren't on the pill, so we were hoping you had some condoms. 
Otherwise, we were going to stick to oral.  You're just so neat." Becky
reached down and said, "Look at this.  He's already hard again.  I thought
you said you're thirty-eight.  You're as horny as a seventeen year old."

   "I don't know what to say; 'You two bring out the wurst in me,' or 'The
two of you make it hard for me'."

   Barbie laughed, "OK, smart ass.  It's my turn." She rolled over and
climbed on top of him.  They started kissing and petting each other.  After
a few minutes he felt himself being put inside of Barbie, but her arms were
around him.  Becky was helping out.  Barbie started sliding up and down on
his shaft.  She wasn't a virgin, but she was easily as tight as one.

   If he hadn't had a wild orgasm just a few minutes before, he would have
come almost instantly.  Their mouths were locked together, sucking and
searching each other with their tongues.  Each of them had their eyes wide
open and staring deep into the other's eyes.  His hips were rotating to
meet her thrusts.  His cock was plunging deep into her hot small orifice.
Pre-orgasmic tingles were radiating up his penis, but he was trying to hold
off as long as he could.  In a few minutes she started moving up and down
on him faster and harder.  He couldn't control himself any longer.  Mark's
cock was ejaculating shot after shot of semen deep inside her tight little
vagina.

   Barbie collapsed on him and smothered him with kisses.  "That's the way
sex should be," she gasped.  "Oh, lordy.  That could become a habit.  Eek.
I know you just came because I felt you.  How come you still have an
erection?"

   "As I told you, you girls just make it hard for me.  It happens to be
something I can do.  I don't know how or why."

   "Don't be selfish, Barbie.  Let's share the wealth." Becky was easing
Barbie off.

   Mark said, "Rather than do everything twice, let's try some variations.
Becky, sit on me facing my feet.  After I go inside you, lie back and
spread your legs.  That way you can get double stimulation from my penis in
your vagina and from your sister's tongue on your clitoris."

   "He's been reading our mail, sis.  How did you know that was one of the
favorite fantasies both Barbie and I had?"

   Mark realized he had been quoting their questionnaires a little too
closely.  "I've always thought the combination of oral and genital that way
would be wonderful feeling.  It wouldn't matter whether the one doing oral
was a male or a female."

   By then Becky was in place and leaning back.  He reached around her and
caressed her little breasts.  Every time he touched them or even looked at
them, he was aroused even more.  Her long blond hair hung down and swept
back and forth across his chest, adding even more stimulation.  Barbie was
moving up between her legs.  Her hard nipples were rubbing against the
inside of his legs just above his knees.  The trouble was that Barbie
cheated even more.  She didn't just lick Becky's clitoris.  She spent half
the time sliding her tongue up and down the underside of his penis as he
was plunging in and out of Becky.  Mark knew he wouldn't be able to have
another orgasm for quite a while.  The combination of Barbie's tongue
tickling him and Becky's tight little vagina clamped around the head of his
sliding cock short-circuited his brain.  What he knew and what his penis
did were two different things.  While he was thinking that this was
impossible, his body continued convulsing and spasming in an uncontrolled
orgasm.

   After a few more variations, they all fell asleep.  The girls were in
the sixty-nine position, and Mark snuggled behind Barbie with his penis
between her legs.  One of his arms was over her and on Becky's round little
rear end.  It felt just as firm and delightful to him as their breasts did.


   About four hours later he woke up and went to the bathroom.  When he
came back and saw those two angels lying there, his erection renewed
itself. Even though he was half asleep, as he lay behind Barbie, he started
to slide his penis back between her legs.  She was covered in lubricating
fluid and semen.  His cock slipped into the crack between her cheeks and
moved forward until it started to penetrate her.  She was even more tightly
closed when she was asleep than she was awake.  He didn't press any harder,
but he didn't stop pressing.  It must have taken fifteen minutes for the
head of his cock to enter her.  Once he was in that far, it was easy to
insert himself the rest of the way.  After he was deep inside her, he
didn't move.  He just lay there, enjoying the ecstasy of her hot little
orifice clamped around the base of his cock.

   A little while later Barbie awoke, "Oh, my god, Mark.  You're inside my
ass.  How did you do that?  It didn't hurt at all.  Move it in and out.  I
want to see what it feels like.  Becky, wake up.  Mark's fucking my rear
end.  That's not bad at all.  In fact, it feels sort of nice.  Just keep
moving." By now, Becky was awake.  She had a close up view of his penis
sliding in and out of her sister's asshole.  Each of the girls started to
work on the other's clitoris and vagina.

   Mark was experiencing one of his favorite fantasies by accident.  He
hadn't even realized he was inserting himself in a different place.  Her
rectum was even hotter, slipperier and tighter than her delightful vagina.
It didn't take long for the different stimulation they were all getting to
bring each of them to another set of memorable orgasms.  "Don't pull out.
Don't pull out.  You feel so big in there.  It's weird, but I really like
it a lot more than I thought I would.  You've got to try this, Becky."

   "How can I if you won't let him pull out?"

   "Let me just settle down a for few minutes.  Oh, that felt good,
especially the combination of the two of you."

   Although Becky had to be the second to try anal, she had the benefit of
his earlier orgasm.  It took much longer, so she went through three orgasms
from her sister and him before he finally came.

   Becky said, "We really need Mark to be twins so we could both do it at
the same time.  Are there any more at home like you?"

   "There was a young guy sitting in your row a few seats to the right of
you in the nudist workshop today.  I was talking with him, and I think he
may make a good candidate.  This is in confidence, so please don't tell him
you know anything about him until he's ready to tell you.  He's a virgin,
he seems moderately sensitive, I believe he has the potential to be
bisexual to some extent, and he appears open to a variety of sexual
liaisons.  We could invite him here for a drink tomorrow night.  Although
he wouldn't know it, we could interview him and decide whether we want to
try him.  What are your feelings?"

   "He's really a virgin?  Are you sure?  I think it'd be fun teaching him
about sex, and we could teach him our way.  I'm for it." Barbie said.

   "Possibly, but he appears to be in his early twenties, if he's the guy
I'm thinking of.  He's not bad looking, but he might be pretty dumb if he's
still a virgin.  If not dumb, he may have a low sex drive.  Either of these
would disqualify him as far as I'm concerned," Becky volunteered.

   "He's painfully shy.  He just entered graduate school as a Chem major,
and he wouldn't be here if he weren't interested in sex.  I'd guess he'll
pass your tests, Becky," Mark said.

   "OK.  We've had good luck at this symposium so far.  I'm willing to at
least see what he's like," Becky replied.

   They sought Tom out at breakfast.  He still had his unwanted entourage
sitting around him.  Mark sent the girls over to an empty table with four
seats and had them hold the other two.  "Tom, I have a couple of people I'd
like you to meet.  Could you join me for breakfast?" His table mates
scowled, but he quickly scooped up his tray and followed Mark.

   "Thank you for rescuing me, Mark.  I was going crazy with those people
following me around.  It was a good excuse, but I thought you didn't know
anyone here."

   "I've made some friends." They reached the table, and Mark said, "Becky
and Barbie, this is Tom.  As we walked by, I told them about you and the
group.  The girls suggested we invite you to our table."

   Tom said, "Thank you.  I really appreciate it."

   Tom's shyness, especially around women, would be a problem.  "How was
your Overcoming Inhibitions workshop, last night?"

   He glanced at the girls and said, "Uh, it was OK." After a few exchanges
like this, Mark was about to give up.

   "We went to the dance last night.  It was fun, but another group is
sponsoring a mixer tonight.  It doesn't appeal to me as much.  A few of us
were going to meet in Mark's room for wine and discussion this evening.  We
promise not to invite anyone like the people who were following you.  Why
not come over and hide out with us?" Becky asked.

   Tom was flustered.  He said, "Gee, I don't know.  I thought I'd just lay
on my bed tonight."

   Ever the teacher, Mark said, "Unless you have a friend with you, you
probably mean 'lie'."

   Tom said, "Oh, that's right.  I usually get those confused even after I
made up a word analogy to help me remember.  'Lie' is to 'lay' as
'fabricate' is to 'fornicate'.  I don't know why it doesn't help." They all
cracked up at this silly pun.  This made them even more sure they wanted
him with them tonight.

   Barbie said, "Well, think about coming by.  We'd really like to have you
there." They carried on a light conversation during breakfast.  Tom
listened, but didn't say anything more.  At a seminar they attended, the
girls sat on one side of him, and Mark sat at his other side.  During the
breaks they all joked with him and the girls subtly came on to him.  At
afternoon break they decided he was worth trying.  They all agreed to meet
in the social hall at the attitude adjustment hour before dinner for a
drink.

   As soon as the last workshop let out, Mark hopped in his car and drove
to the small gas station and store about five miles away.  He bought a
dozen condoms, just in case Tom didn't have any with him.  He drove back
and went into the social hall just after the girls got there.  Tom came in
a few minutes later.  They all talked about the activities in their various
sessions.  Tom's last workshop must have been quite effective.  He was so
keyed up that he contributed quite a bit to the conversation, both sexually
and with humor.

   This time, Mark invited him to join them for some wine and conversation
in Mark's room after dinner.  Barbie joined in, "We're overloaded with
women.  We need at least one more man.  You don't have to say anything. 
The conversation should be pretty interesting, and you can just listen. 
Besides, Mark's wine is very high class." Tom finally agreed to stop by for
a few minutes.

   They walked back to his room after dinner.  Mark lit some candles for
soft lighting and poured the wine.  After a while of pleasant conversation,
when no one but the four of them showed up, Tom asked, "Were there supposed
to be other people?"

   Barbie laughed and said, "Nope.  Becky and I were the female overload.
We're too much for Mark.  We hoped you could help him."

   Either the sexual implications were lost on Tom, or he ignored them. 
"He seems to be holding his own during your conversation.  I'm certainly
not contributing much."

   Becky said, "You just brought up two problems.  We were hoping Mark
wouldn't have to hold his own, and we hoped your strong points were
something other than conversation."

   Their hints could no longer be ignored.  He said, "I really shouldn't be
here, because I'll just spoil your fun.  You need someone more experienced
than I am."

   "We don't think so.  Sexual experience is only a part of the enjoyment.
You're funny, sensitive, intelligent, and you didn't seem to be upset by
variations in sexual desires or behavior.  We may or may not be compatible,
but you're probably a lot closer to the kind of person we'd enjoy than some
stud who thinks he has all the answers and is god's gift to sex," Barbie
said rather strongly.

   "Thanks for the compliment, but I don't even have any condoms with me.
Besides, I guess Mark didn't tell you, I was a virgin."

   Mark held up a box.  Becky chimed in, "Yes, he did.  If you're not
interested and attracted to us, or you feel there's something you can't
handle here, we'll understand if you leave.  If you're just worried about
experience, let us handle that.  Think of the evening as a laboratory
section for your sessions in alternative life styles, sexual freedom,
sexual variations, nudism, sex education, sensuality training, overcoming
sexual inhibitions, and so on." By then the girls were sitting on both
sides of him gently caressing his leg and his arm.  His shrug was taken as
agreement, and the girls moved in.  They both kissed his face, ears and
neck while they drew little circles on his chest with their fingers.

   In only a few seconds, Tom was kissing back just as ardently.  This
quickly progressed from ardent to desperate.  Barbie said, "Relax, we have
all evening.  It's more fun to take our time.  We'll show you what to do."
Slowly, they removed each other's clothes.  Each began to caress and love
different parts of the others' bodies.  Although Tom had listed his penis
as quite a bit smaller than average on the questionnaire, it was larger
than Mark's and just a bit bigger than what Mark had read of as the average
size.  He smiled because this feeling of size inferiority was such a
universal thing among men.  Tom had been kissing and sucking Barbie's
breasts, and now moved slowly down across her abdomen.

   Tom moved down, raised his head and said, "I've never done this before.
Tell me if I should change anything, OK?" Then he burrowed his head between
her legs and began to lick and suck.

   After a few moments, Barbie said, "Not quite so fast or hard and
concentrate right here.  Other than that, you're doing surprisingly well."
He looked up for a second, smiled broadly and went back to work.

   Becky whispered to Mark, "They don't need us there.  How about amusing
ourselves while we wait?" He slipped off his clothes and they embraced. 
Although both of them were enjoying each other, they weren't too close to
an orgasm because they were watching to see how Tom worked out.

   Barbie was well on the way.  She started thrashing around, moaning, and
grinding her hips into Tom's face.  She almost went into convulsions then
went limp and said, "No more.  That was great.  Are you sure you haven't
had any experience?" Becky and Mark knew that, while she had an orgasm, she
was making it much more dramatic for Tom's ego.

   Looking as pleased as a kid with a new toy, Tom said, "No, I really
haven't." He started to back away, but Barbie pulled him up over her,
grabbed the condom Mark had opened and put by her side of the bed.  Mark
was surprised at how expertly she rolled it onto Tom without even seeing
what she was doing.

   "You're not going to get away that easily.  Now it's your turn." She
guided Tom's penis to the opening of her vagina.  "OK.  Push inside me very
slowly, and be aware of everything you're feeling.  If this is your first
time, you should remember every sensation you experience."

   Mark and Becky watched as Tom's penis slowly opened the lips of Barbie's
vagina and began to sink inside it.  Tom's eyes were closed, but the
expression he had on his face was that of ecstasy.  His shaft continued in
until her hot little vagina had engulfed it.  When he got to the bottom, he
opened his eyes, but he didn't move.  They just lay there, their arms
wrapped around each other, their mouths and genitals tightly joined,
staring deep into each other's eyes.  From the slight movement of Barbie's
leg muscles, Mark was sure she was rhythmically tightening and relaxing her
vaginal muscles around Tom's cock.

   Her hands moved to his hips and slowly pushed up.  He lifted his head
and she said, "Pull most of the way out of me then slowly sink all the way
back in.  Keep doing it as slowly as you can.  Don't speed up until you
absolutely have to." Tom followed her instructions for about two minutes,
then he started pumping at high speed.  His eyes were glazed, his mouth was
somewhat open, and he had a silly smile on his face.  Tom's plunging got
harder and suddenly stopped as he rammed completely inside her.  His hips
kept jerking forward, and he was grunting.  Tom would have been embarrassed
had he been aware of the crude noises he was making.

   "Oh, I love you, Barbie.  You're so beautiful.  You're the sexiest woman
in the world." He kissed her repeatedly and held her tightly in his arms.
He responded in the way almost everyone does to their first shared sexual
experience if it's pleasurable.

   Tom began to move again, but Barbie rolled him over and said, "If we do
it again, we'd better get you a new set of protection.  The old one's
pretty slippery." He pulled out and rolled on to his back.  She slid the
condom off his still erect penis and looked at it.  "Good lord.  How many
orgasms did you have?" He said he had only one.  "Look at this.  I've never
seen this much.  I read that bulls have four milliliters and human males
have two or three.  How much is this?"

   Mark said, "Tom's the chemist.  Ask him to estimate.  If you want, you
can put it in my freezer and take it home to measure." Tom suddenly
realized they were there and pulled the sheet over himself.  Mark laughed
and said, "Too late.  We've all seen your equipment and you in operation.
We all agree that you have very nice equipment, and you move well.  You
shouldn't have any worries, at least for the basics.  We can see how you do
on some of the more exotic stuff, later this evening.  You may as well take
the sheet down.  No one else has any clothes on."

   "You're right, Mark." Tom threw back the sheet, looked at the used
condom and said to Barbie, "I'd guess it's between nine and eleven
milliliters.  I usually don't have that much, possibly because I drain it
more often.  But, it's more likely that you did something so special, I
couldn't help pumping out three times as much semen." He looked at Barbie
adoringly.

   She had already opened the second condom pack.  As she rolled it onto
his still erect organ, she said, "Thanks, but you deserve as much of the
credit as I do.  I'm sorry we have to keep using condoms.  As soon as I get
home I'm going to get a prescription for the pill.  If you can put out that
much, I want to feel you shooting your hot semen inside me without any
barrier." She climbed over him, kneeled and inserted him into herself.  As
she sank down on him, his shaft penetrated deep into her warm, slippery,
young tube.  Barbie leaned forward over him, kissed him and whispered, "We
should save some for Becky.  If we do this now, do you think you can have
any more, later?"

   "Normally, I masturbate twice before I get up, twice before I go to
sleep, and every time I go to the bathroom.  You don't have to worry," he
whispered into her ear.  The intimacy he had shared with Barbie was
overcoming some of his shyness and inhibitions.  She kissed him and started
lifting her rear end then plunging forward so he slid into her.  When a
woman's legs are bent up, close to her chest, her vagina is appreciably
shortened.  This and the fact that her legs were spread wide apart, allowed
Tom to penetrate very deeply into her.  He felt the barrier and being a
wise ass, himself, Tom said, "At your cervix, madam." His second orgasm
followed immediately, was as fast as his first, and appeared to be at least
as powerful.

   This time Becky and Mark enjoyed themselves similarly, although she was
on the bottom.  He thought about how wonderful her breasts felt, pressing
against his chest, and how beautiful her face was, looking up at him.  Her
technique for kissing could probably give him an orgasm by itself.  He
never ceased to be amazed at how tight and rippled both their vaginas were.
He'd been with only a few women, and sex always felt great when he was
inside them.  These two girls, however, had something special.  Their
equipment stimulated his penis at least twice as much at any other vagina
had.  In addition, they were the first women Mark had been with whose
sexual appetites were easily as great as his own.  It occurred to him that
Tom was going to be spoiled for anyone else.

   After they all finished and wiped up, they poured some wine and talked
for quite a while.  "Tell me the truth, Mark.  Did you plan all this?  I'd
never have agreed to it, but if you did, I sure want to thank you," Tom
said.

   "We all decided to ask you.  It wasn't so much a plan as it was that we
needed another male.  We thought you were the most qualified male we knew
here, and until now, it appears we were right.  The toughest test is how
you handle the more exotic stuff I mentioned earlier.  By the way, you said
yesterday that you could never take your clothes off in front of someone so
you could never be a nudist.  How do you feel about that now?"

   "Since I'm sitting here nude with the three of you, I can't say much at
all.  It's quite a bit easier than I thought.  They're right that you get
used to it pretty quickly.  As far as anything exotic, I'm flexible.  That
is, most of me is flexible.  I was about to say I was open to anything, but
I'm not sure I want to go that far yet.  What kinds of exotic stuff did you
have in mind?"

   Becky said, "It's my turn now so I get to do the first variation.  Lie
back, Tom." She moved down to his newly erect cock.  His glans was not yet
uncovered, so she made her tongue pointed and wiggled it into the hole in
the center of the soft flesh of his foreskin.  She grabbed his shaft just
behind the head and pulled gently forward to keep it covered.  Then she
pushed her tongue down between the head of his penis and it's protective
covering.  Her tongue slid all around so it was stimulating the inside of
his foreskin and the surface of the head of his cock.  Next, she clamped
her lips around the hole in the end of it and started to suck the glans
through her tight lips into her wet warm mouth.  Once he was inside her
oral cavity, she pushed down on him so he slid between her tongue and the
roof of her mouth and a little way down her throat.

   Becky had pulled the skin back and was now sucking as hard as she could.
She licked his cock as fast, and slid him in and out of her as deep as she
could.  It took only a few seconds for him to start pumping into her mouth.
"My, my.  You don't believe in holding back.  Where do you get it all?"
Rather than stopping, she went back to his just softening penis and
continued to suck and massage.  In a few moments he was completely hard
again.

   Tom gasped, "That's too much.  You can stop now.  Please stop.  Oh, my
god.  That's not possible.  Not this fast.  Please stop.  Please sto . . .
Please.  Oh, it's perfect." At this point he was beginning another
ejaculation into Becky's mouth.  When she didn't even slow down, he started
rolling around on the bed in an uncoordinated effort to get away from her.
She was sucking so hard, and holding him so tightly, he couldn't pry her
loose.  Finally, he just lay back and kept jerking and moving his limbs at
random.  At last, he had his third orgasm in her mouth.  He was letting out
a high pitched moan, but he was still thrusting his hips toward her to
drive his cock farther down her throat.  When Becky stopped sucking, she
just lay there, cradling his cock in her warm little mouth.

   He rolled over and slid out of her.  Finally he gasped, "You were trying
to kill me, weren't you.  It was paradise feeling your mouth sucking me,
but one more and I wouldn't have survived."

   "I just wanted you to be prepared properly when we do genital.  I don't
want you to come too fast."

   "Gal, after what you just did to me, I don't know if I'll ever be able
to come again.  It was wonderful, but I can't deal with that much pleasure.
Mark, help me out.  It's your turn to try to handle these wild women." Mark
put his hand on Becky's hip and gently guided her so she was sitting on his
cock, facing his feet.  After he entered her, he lay back, pulled her down
on top of himself, and motioned to Barbie.  She was quickly between her
sister's legs licking her clitoris while he pumped in and out of Becky's
tight little vulva.  Out of the corner of his eye he could see Tom staring.
It didn't take long for Becky to start to come.

   About then, Tom rolled over and slid down so he was beside Barbie.  He
whispered, "My turn," and replaced her.  He was working on Becky's exposed
clitoris with as much vigor as she had used on his penis a few minutes ago.
When she went into her second orgasm, Tom just licked and caressed even
more ardently.  Becky went from orgasm to orgasm, each stronger than the
last.  She was pumping up and down on Mark's cock harder and harder.  At
her last orgasm she lifted forcefully and he popped out of her vagina.  His
penis slid up the groove toward her clitoris and reached Tom.  He
immediately, possibly instinctively, opened his mouth, engulfed Mark's cock
and started to suck his penis as ferociously as he had Becky's clitoris.

   Mark was already quite close, and this kicked him violently over the
edge.  Whether it was Tom's technique or just the idea of him having his
cock in Tom's mouth, he didn't know, but Mark blasted a huge amount (for
him) of semen into him.  Tom sucked all the harder, until he got even the
last drop.  Suddenly, he pulled away.  His face was bright red, and it
wasn't from exertion or arousal.  Tom said, "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to
do that.  It just happened.  It won't happen again.  I'm really sorry. 
Please just forget it ever happened, Mark."

   "Like hell I will." Tom looked as he had been shot.  "You can't do
something that beautiful and think I'm going to forget it.  That was so
good you can do it any time you want.  In fact, I'd like to pay you back by
doing the same for you, but you may not be ready for it after what Becky
did for you."

   Then Tom looked at the girls, expecting them to be shocked by his
homosexual behavior.  He forgot he had just taken Barbie's place when she
was licking Becky's clitoris.  Barbie said, "What?  You expect us to be
upset?  Don't you realize you just passed test number three?  You're
getting better and better by the minute.  I can't think of anything that
would make me hornier than watching you and Mark sucking each other's cocks
all night long."

   Becky giggled and said, "I can think of something I'd like to watch them
do to each other even more."

   Tom said, "Jesus, from virgin to pervert in a couple of hours.  I love
it.  This is beyond my wilder dreams, not my wildest dreams, but certainly
my average ones.  Isn't there anything you people are against?"

   Mark said, "Yes.  We're all opposed to rape, coercion, force or pain. 
Anything two or more people want to do with each other is acceptable to us.
We don't like it when someone's forced to do anything they don't want to
do. It's a simple philosophy, but you'd be amazed at how many people can't
handle it."

   Tom said shyly, "OK, if you're so accepting, what do you people think of
anal?"

   Becky laughed and said, "That's what I was just saying.  I'd love to see
you guys do it.  I know Mark would just love to push his penis into your
asshole.  Do you want to do it right now?" She knew he had been talking
about him putting his penis in her or Barbie's ass, but she was having fun
changing the idea to homosexual-anal with Tom passive.

   Tom said, "Would you like to see it too, Barbie?" She nodded
enthusiastically, "How do you feel about it, Mark?"

   He said, "I love the idea, but I'd do it only if you like it too."

   Tom said firmly, "There's no way in the world you're going to get me to
let Mark shove his hard cock up my ass -- unless you have some lubricant."

   Mark reached into his suitcase, brought out a tube of Vaseline and
handed it to him.  Tom gravely accepted it, turned to Becky and said, "Your
sister took my virginity the other way.  You should have the honor of
contributing to this virginity loss.  Would you prepare the patient?" He
lay on his stomach, and Mark put a pillow under Tom's hips to raise his ass
up a bit.  Becky wiped a layer of Vaseline around his anus and then worked
her finger in so she could smear some inside, too.  Next, she covered
Mark's cock with a thin layer of lubricant.

   Mark reached down, spread Tom's legs apart, and caressed his rear end.
Mark's body was somewhat hairy, but he loved feeling Tom's smooth, hairless
legs and ass.  "Try to relax and possibly to push out a little as if you
were trying to defecate.  It helps the sphincter to open." His penis was as
hard as it had ever been since he was a kid.  Being in Barbie's and Becky's
asses was wonderful, but being inside a male was something special.  The
point of his prick had just contacted Tom's anus.  An electric shock jumped
through him.  Mark was so aroused he was afraid he'd have an orgasm before
he even got inside him.  As Mark bore down, his cock forced Tom's sphincter
open.  He was much more resistant to penetration than the girls were, but
nothing was going to stop Mark from being inside Tom.  The head of his cock
was in almost to its widest part.  Mark jerked as he felt the ridge of the
head make it inside.  Now, he pushed faster and slid all the way in.  The
girls had their heads down behind Mark watching him pushing his penis into
Tom's anus, intently.

   Tom gasped.  "Oh, that's not what I expected.  You feel very strange."
Mark pumped for a few minutes, and Tom said, "I'm not sure I like this. 
I'm not sure at all."

   Mark said, "Do you want me to pull out?"

   Tom answered, "No.  I'm not sure I like what's happening.  It feels too
good to me.  I shouldn't be liking it this much.  I thought I was only a
little bit male oriented, but I like this more than I should.  Wow, it
really feels good, though.  Keep moving in and out of me, and let me know
when you're going to come."

   Becky said, "If you guys weren't having so much fun in your gay mode, I
could suggest something that might be even more enjoyable."

   Mark stopped in mid-stroke and said, "Go ahead, wise ass, but it better
be good."

   Becky said, "If Tom and you get up on your knees, I could slide under
him and suck his cock while you're fucking his ass."

   Tom said, "I like your style, but move under me so I can lick your
clitoris at the same time.  Barbie, if you want to get between your
sister's legs, we can both lick and suck her at the same time."

   Barbie said, "What the hell's going on, here?  You're supposed to be the
student." She crawled between her sister's legs as they all laughed.

   The little spasms Tom's anal sphincter gave when he laughed felt
glorious to Mark.  There was something about Tom's rectum that made him
feel as if he had a dozen vibrators rubbing against the head and shaft of
Mark's penis.  In spite of this, he was determined not to have a quick
orgasm.  He felt so good, he never wanted to have it end.  Mark was lost in
his own world of sensation.  Suddenly, the moans of Becky's double oral
orgasm brought him back to reality.  As he pumped in and out of Tom's anus,
Tom plunged in and out of Becky's mouth.  When Tom got close to his orgasm,
his rectal tube began to squeeze and milk Mark's penis rhythmically.  Now
Mark fought desperately to hold off.  As Tom started to come, his whole
anal area was fluttering, spasming and vibrating.  It was too much.  Mark
started to drive his cock in and out of Tom's beautiful orifice as hard and
deep as he could.  He was having an orgasm, but he had no idea where he
was, who he was, or even what he was.  His whole consciousness was filled
with the flood of sensations pouring into his cock from that fantastic
anus.

   According to the girls he was out for fifteen minutes.  When he woke,
they were sitting there, sipping their wine.  "What's the matter, dad? 
Can't keep up with the kids?  We would have gone easier on you if we had
known we were too much for you." Becky, the wise ass, was speaking.

   "Don't flatter yourself.  You and your sister are great, but the lethal
weapon is Tom's anus.  I love having sex with you all night long, but I
don't think I could handle being in his ass more than once.  Tom, you were
afraid of liking my penis in you too much.  I've got the same situation in
reverse.  Don't worry, girls.  We're not going to kick you out.  After all,
the four of us certainly have found many ways to pleasure ourselves and
each other.  And, 'there are miles to go before we sleep.'"

   "What the hell does that mean?" asked Barbie.

   "It's a quotation from a poem.  We've only begun to experience the wide
variety of erotic pleasure the four of us can give each other.  We'll have
to stay together for a long time before we've tried them all."

   Barbie said, "Well, I think Becky and I feel the same way about each
other.  The sex between us is superb, but sex with both of you makes life
much more interesting.  I know it's not too late, but the wine and sex has
made me sleepy, and I think the rest of you are, too.  Let's go the miles
after we sleep."

   "If we snuggle close to each other we can all sleep on Mark's queen
sized bed here.  That is, if you don't mind the pun, boys." Becky was doing
it again.  "If anyone wakes up during the night, he or she can take his or
her choice so we can enjoy ourselves whenever we want."

   "I think it's a great idea, but it's Mark's room.  How do you feel about
overnight guests, Mark?" Tom asked.

   "What position do you want?" Shortly after that, they went to sleep all
snuggled together, alternating male and female.  About three in the
morning, Mark woke up to Becky's caresses.  They kissed and petted each
other for a while.

   She whispered into his ear.  "How would you like to be in my vagina and
Tom in my ass?" He told her to roll over and play with Tom until he woke
up. He was sure to be willing.

   After a few minutes, he heard her whisper to Tom.  Then she turned back
to face Mark.  For some reason, side-by-side facing each other sex is never
quite as easy, but they did it anyway.  Becky lifted her leg and he pressed
his penis into her vulva.  It slid in easily from all the earlier
lubrication.  Mark noted that he was always surprised at how hot a vagina
feels after quite a bit of sex followed by a few hours of sleep.

   He loved lying there not moving, just feeling being inside her.  Then he
was aware of something pressing against the underside of his cock.  Tom had
started pushing his penis into her back side.  Only a thin membrane
separated their two shafts.  As each of them slid in and out of their
respective tubes, they could feel the other's cock moving against their
own.

   The sleep had refreshed Mark, but he wasn't completely awake.  In that
dreamy state, the sensation of three of them all in contact with each other
was unbelievably erotic.  His mouth was salivating as if he had just
thought about a lemon.  His respiration was deeper and faster than it
needed to be.  He loved feeling both of them.  Becky's breasts were driving
him wild just by pressing against his chest.  Her hand was near his so he
took it and placed her fingers between them on her clitoris.  They didn't
want to disturb Barbie so they were all moving very slowly.  For some
reason, this control was unbearably arousing.  As Mark caressed her back
and moved down to her hips, her skin was so soft, smooth and vibrant, his
arousal increased even more.  Mark slipped his hand between Tom and Becky
and held the base of Tom's cock between two fingers as it slid in and out
of Becky's little anus.

   He felt Becky's vagina spasm around his cock and start the rhythmic
milking she did when she had an orgasm.  This brought on his orgasm.  The
peristaltic waves from the muscles deep inside his penis squeezed his semen
up and spurted it out into her vagina.  The surging inside his urethra felt
delightful.  Since he had stopped moving, he could feel the head of Tom's
cock sliding up and down the bottom of his penis.  Then Tom rammed deep
into her rectum and started to jerk uncontrollably.

   Mark whispered, "I'd love to go to sleep and stay inside you."

   Tom said softly, "Me, too."

   Becky said, "Oh, I love both of you.  I want you both to stay deep
inside me and hold me in your arms as long as possible.  Keep your
erections if you can, so you won't slip out as easily." They kissed and
held each other.

   Mark opened his eyes to the morning light, and realized he was still
inside Becky.  Tom had rolled over and was cuddled with Barbie.  Becky's
small sleeping face and body were so beautiful, it was wonderful having her
as his first sight.  Mark kissed her forehead very softly and lay there
reveling in their connection.  His penis was fully erect when he woke, and
it remained hard for the half hour he lay there admiring her.

   Finally she opened her eyes, and looked at him.  Without saying
anything, they both knew they were thinking how wonderful it was to wake up
still joined.  She turned her face up and they kissed gently.  She smiled
and wrinkled her nose at the same time she tightened her vaginal muscles.
His penis twitched in response.  Being bathed in vaginal lubricating fluid
for a few hours had made it super-sensitive.  Her clitoris was pressing
against him just above the base of his cock.  Mark reached down between
them and began to massage it lightly.  She smiled and spread her legs so he
could go deeper inside her.  Once inside as far as he could penetrate, he
didn't move, except for massaging her clitoris.  She remained completely
motionless, but he could tell she was getting close.  The spasms clamping
down on his penis told him she was beginning.  He kept playing with her
clitoris, and she kept having one orgasm after another.  Each peak she had,
rhythmically tightened her around him.  Still not moving, he started to
squirt semen into her.  Their mouths joined and they pressed tightly
against each other as if to try to fuse into each other.  In thirty hours
he had grown to love Becky more than he had ever loved his wife.

   "Can't the two of you let people sleep?  I don't know if I can put up
with sex fiends who screw first thing in the morning," Barbie said over
Tom's shoulder.  Fortunately, they had finished their orgasms, but Mark
still didn't like being jolted out of his romantic reverie.

   "What are you talking about?  You got more sleep than any of the rest of
us," Becky answered.

   Tom said, "I beg to differ.  After the three of us finished, I got up to
go to the bathroom.  I washed off, came back to bed and Barbie was awake.
While the two of you slept, she and I had four more workshops in
copulation. Thank you, Mark, for getting a dozen condoms.  We're almost out
so I guess I'd better restock."

   They all got up, had showers, got dressed and went for breakfast.  They
noticed that most of the people there looked quite tired, but no longer
tense or unsatisfied.  Everywhere, small groups of people were gathered for
breakfast.  Within the groups, the participants often smiled at each other
for no apparent reason, or gave each other deep, meaningful looks.  Pavel
came over to Mark and asked, "Are you ready to present the statistics from
the questionnaire, tovaritch?  The closing sex education seminar will begin
in about fifteen minutes." The notes were back in Mark's room, so he told
Pavel he'd get them right now.  Mark introduced him to Becky, Barbie and
Tom.  "So it's you four that kept waking me and my friends over there up
all night.  They were determined not to let you get ahead of us.  Thank
you. I am in your debt again, Mark.  I thought you were a prude, but you
outdid me, you silver-tongued devil."

   Mark looked over to Pavel's table and saw Tamar Jordan and two young
actresses Pavel had invited to the seminar.  For a moment he thought Pavel
must be an iron man to take care of three women.  Then he remembered seeing
Tamar's questionnaire.  She was 70 percent lesbian, so the odds were
evened, (or vice versa).  Mark grinned, Pavel waved and went back to his
table.

   The statistics presentation went very well.  From the questions the
audience asked, he could tell just about everyone would have done almost
anything to find out who were the people who wanted certain extremely kinky
acts, and had interesting attributes such as extra long, thick, or tight
organs, were wildly multi-orgasmic, was a virgin, etc.  The registrar had
made sure all the sheets were completely anonymous and randomized.  There
was no way for anyone to get the information.  Everyone used the pens that
were furnished, much of the information was given by checking boxes for
choices, and people had been instructed to block print the rest of the
data. One guy from the gay group was determined to find the male virgin. 
He asked Mark after the presentation, if he could have the sheets so he
could get fingerprints off them since he had access to law enforcement
files.

   Becky, Barbie, Tom and Mark went back to their rooms and packed to
leave. They met in his room, because none of them wanted to part.  Mark
asked what they would be doing when they left.  Becky and Barbie said they
had to check in with their parents.  Tom said he was supposed to join some
guys from the Chem Department to set off home made fireworks.  Mark said,
"I was thinking we might get together at my place for a barbecue this
evening, but we can postpone it."

   Becky said, "What time do you want us there?"

   Tom chimed in, "I just canceled my date with the guys.  You said you had
a pool.  Should we bring swim suits, and should we bring overnight bags?"

   "By all means bring overnight bags, and I do have a pool we can all use.
Swim suits are optional.  The sooner you get there, the better."



   By five o'clock everyone had arrived.  Tom could stay, but the girls'
parents were taking them to visit some relatives early the next morning so
they couldn't remain overnight.  All four of them were in the pool and none
were wearing anything.  After a while they climbed out and toweled off. 
Tom had a full erection so Mark said, "Gee Tom, don't you have any feeling.
Cold water is supposed to shrink those things."

   Barbie said, "Leave him alone.  I think it's cute.  Talk about feelings.
You probably insulted it.  Come here, Tommy.  Let me kiss it and make it
better." Becky and he watched as Barbie kissed and sucked Tom's penis until
it felt better.  It showed it's appreciation by squirting all over her
breasts.  Tom, being a perfect gentleman, apologized and licked her breasts
clean and then some.  From the amount of licking and kissing he did, she
must have had the cleanest and most loved breasts and nipples in the world.

   Becky said, "Mark, I like more comfort and decorum than these young
people.  Before dinner, could you and I use your nice soft bed to fuck our
brains out?"

   "Who could refuse an offer put that clearly, delicately and succinctly?
Follow me, my lady." They were identical twins, and he loved having sex
with them both, but Becky had something special.  They kissed and loved
each other.  He moved down to her vulva, spread her legs and began to
stroke her with his tongue.  She pivoted around and lifted him over her. 
Her mouth engulfed his penis and sucked it deeply into her.  They were both
totally lost in the pleasure they were giving and receiving.  Her tongue
was driving his cock crazy.  She was shuddering through repeated orgasms
every few minutes.  When neither of them could continue, they collapsed,
and he twisted around and took her in his arms.  They lay together kissing
and petting each other.

   Becky said, "Come inside me.  Even if we don't do anything for awhile, I
want to feel you within me." They lay together holding each other, kissing
and telling each other how much they loved being together.  After quite a
while, they separated.  Mark positioned himself so they were at right
angles, and he was to her right.  She lifted her legs high and he slid into
her.  Then he had her lower her left leg so it was over and across his left
leg.  His right lay across her left leg, and her right leg was on top of
his right leg.  This allowed him to be deep in her vagina, but it also left
her clitoris accessible.

   Above the bed was a vibrator that Mark reached for.  He switched it on
and lowered it to her clitoris.  He didn't warn her because he assumed
Becky was familiar with these.  She jumped and said, "What's that?" Mark
explained and she said, "I've never heard of using a vibrator, but we can
try."

   Within three minutes Becky was in the middle of one mind shattering
continuous orgasm that lasted for close to an hour.  After thrashing around
for the first fifteen minutes, she just lay there limply twitching.  Mark
asked if he should stop and she said hoarsely, "No.  Keep going forever. 
If I pass out, turn it off, but keep making love to me.  Don't ever stop.
Keep doing it until I tell you to stop." At almost an hour she went limp
and even stopped twitching.  When he spoke to her, she didn't respond.  He
turned the vibrator off, moved into missionary position and plunged his
penis as deep as he could.  Since he had already had two orgasms, he could
go on for quite a while.  Although he wasn't coming, his stimulation kept
building higher and higher.  Mark kept pumping his cock in and out of her
for over a half-hour.  Suddenly, he started coming.  He couldn't stop
spasming.  Mark continued driving into Becky at high speed, and he
continued coming, even though he couldn't ejaculate any more semen.  After
ten minutes of this continuous climax he was exhausted, but he couldn't
stop.  Only when his muscles gave out, did he collapse.  Even then his cock
was jerking inside her as if it were trying to continue copulating by
itself.  He fell asleep on her.

   When they woke he realized they had each been in what is referred to as
a fucking frenzy.

   Becky said, "I wasn't completely unconscious, so I loved feeling you
continue for so long after you stopped the vibrator.  Mark, you've changed
my life in one weekend.  I could never love anyone else the way I love you.
I can't get enough of you."

   "Becky, every word you just said applies to me.  I love you more than I
thought I could ever love anyone, and I can't get enough of you, either."

   About then, Tom and Barbie came into the bedroom, "We're hungry.  Is
there any possibility the two of you could take a break?" They got out of
bed unsteadily.

   "Look at the old people.  A little bit of sex, and they can hardly
walk."

   "Smart ass.  Just wait until you find out what Mark has in store for
you," Becky said.  Then she turned to me and said, "On second thought, I
don't want you to do it to her.  I'm going to keep you for myself.  Teach
Tom how to do it.  He can drive her crazy.  You're my sex toy.  I'm not
going to share you."

   Barbie couldn't wait to find out what her sister was talking about. 
"What did he do that was so good, and why didn't he do it when we were in
the mountains?"

   "Maybe it has something to do with the altitude.  Don't worry.  You'll
find out soon enough," Mark said.

   They had dinner and sat around talking.  Barbie and Tom had not been
wasting time, so they too, were tired.

   The girls got dressed and left, but not before they agreed to come back
the next evening.  Mark suggested Tom and he share his bed.  Tom said, "I
was hoping you'd say that." They hopped in bed, and he said, "I didn't have
a chance to have sex with Becky tonight and you didn't have sex with
Barbie. How would it be if I licked Becky's lubricating fluid off of you?"

   "I like your thinking, but only if I can do the same." Within seconds
they were in the sixty-nine position, sucking each other's cock.  Tom's was
just enough different from Mark's that he really enjoyed the novelty.  It
was bigger around so it felt strange to wrap his hand around Tom's shaft.
Although neither of them was circumcised, Tom had quite a bit of excess
foreskin.  This was fun to play with in Mark's mouth.  The head of Tom's
penis was much longer and more pointed than any Mark had ever seen.  While
he loved the taste of Barbie on Tom, Mark would have loved sucking him even
if she had not been there.  From the enthusiasm with which Tom licked,
sucked and stroked Mark's penis, he suspected Tom felt the same about him.

   After the fucking frenzy, Mark couldn't come again, but he wanted Tom to
come in his mouth.  It only took a few seconds, and Mark was flooded with
Tom's semen.  He must have had a huge reservoir.  The feeling of his penis
spewing and jerking in Mark's mouth was delightful.  He kept sucking and
rubbing Tom's cockhead with his tongue even harder.  At the same time Mark
was pistoning his head up and down to drive Tom in and out of his mouth. 
Tom took Mark's penis out of his mouth for a second and gasped, "Jesus,
you're as bad as Barbie.  You don't know when to stop." At this, Mark
sucked even harder and moved faster.  This time Tom didn't have much semen,
but his cock bucked and jerked and spasmed wildly.  Mark could feel it
trying to pump the non-existent semen up his shaft.  All this combined with
the feeling of Tom's large slippery rod sliding in and out of his mouth,
triggered an unexpected orgasm.  Mark too, was jerking and flailing
uncontrollably with an orgasm that couldn't happen but did.

   They turned around so they were both in the same direction, held each
other and talked about their most private fantasies and desires.  Mark
realized he loved Tom as much as he loved Barbie and almost as much as he
loved Becky.  They fell asleep in each other's arms.

   The next morning, the two of them got up, went to the bathroom,
showered, then to the kitchen and made breakfast.  Neither thought of
putting clothes on.  Mark told Tom he loved watching Tom's penis, and
reached over, pulled his foreskin back, dipped the head in his coffee, then
licked it dry.  Tom laughed, reached over and smeared strawberry jam all
over Mark's shaft.  Then he licked it all off.  "I miss the girls, but I
sure enjoy having you all to myself," he said.

   "Tom, I've had my penis inside your ass, but you haven't been inside me.
Let's spend the morning that way."

   "I'll race you to the bed," Tom said as he dashed out the kitchen door.

   When they got there, Mark said, "Before we do that, I'm going to try a
variation of what Becky and I did last night." He opened the drawer by the
side of the bed and took out two vibrators.  "This one with a rubber
attachment vibrates much faster but with a shorter, gentler stoke than the
other one.  I'll show you how to connect with Barbie so you can use this to
stimulate her clitoris.  The other vibrator is the Swedish Hand Massager
variety.  It's slower, has a longer stroke and is much more forceful."

   He put it on his hand, had Tom lie back, turned it on, wrapped his hand
around the shaft of Tom's cock, then put his mouth over the vibrating head
of Tom's penis.  Now, in addition to all his standard oral stimulation the
whole surface of Tom's cockhead was vibrating against Mark's lips, tongue,
and cheeks.

   Tom shot a fresh load of semen into Mark's mouth.  It was surprisingly
mild; just slightly sweet and slippery.  Now he was bucking furiously,
partly from his orgasm and partly to escape the stimulation overload he was
experiencing.  Mark hung on and continued vibrating and sucking.  He didn't
know if he could bring Tom to a fucking frenzy, but he was going to try. 
Tom started ejaculating another load of semen.  There wasn't as much at
first, but he pumped it out for a much longer time.  He clawed at Mark to
pull him on top of him.  Mark moved over and Tom hungrily enveloped Mark's
penis with his mouth.  Although Mark wasn't that long, Tom sucked it all
the way in so the head was well down his throat.

   Tom's hands were on Mark's ass, and rhythmically squeezing like a cat in
ecstasy.  Mark hadn't slowed his stimulation of Tom's penis.  Now that he
could reach around with his other hand, Mark slid four fingers into Tom's
rectum and used his thumb to stroke the sensitive area just behind Tom's
testes.  He started pumping again.  This time he was thrusting his hips up
constantly.  He didn't stop.  Mark could feel Tom's cock jerking and
pulsing as it tried to pump semen into him.  There was no semen, but his
penis wouldn't be deterred.  Tom had made it to a continuous orgasm.  His
hands on Mark's ass were fluttering.  Mark could tell Tom had lost
coordination and all strength.  He was no longer sucking Mark at all. 
Mark's cock remained stiff and down Tom's throat, but his mouth lolled
open. His orgasm continued without pause, as his body became progressively
limper.  His hands slipped off Mark's ass and fell loosely to his side. 
Only Tom's cock was still rock hard, jerking and rippling as it moved the
internal constrictions forward, trying to ejaculate more semen.  At
forty-five minutes his whole body spasmed, and his penis went completely
limp.

   Mark turned off the vibrator and lifted himself off Tom.  He asked how
he felt, but Tom was unconscious.  After Mark lay there about an hour,
reading, Tom woke up.  "You son of a bitch.  What the hell was that?  You
could have killed me.  Oh, that was so good.  No wonder Becky wanted to
keep it to herself.  Don't ever do that to me again without warning me. 
Look at me.  Just thinking about it makes me want to have an erection, but
I can't.  I feel myself trying to lift up, but nothing happens."

   "Don't worry.  You'll recover in a while." Tom said he had to urinate.
As he got out of bed he sank to the floor.  He clawed his way up the bed
covers and stood shakily on his feet.

   "Now I see why the two of you were so unsteady." It was after lunch by
the time Tom could get an erection, and three o'clock by the time they were
back in bed.

   Mark was a little worried about Tom's size, so he had used quite a bit
of Vaseline.  Tom aimed his pointed penis head at Mark's anus and shoved.
Mark was trying to open up and relax at the same moment.  Tom sank all the
way in with one push.  There was a little more tension than Mark would have
liked, but he quickly accommodated.  Tom was right.  It certainly did feel
good, and there was an odd sense of arousal.  Tom was in no hurry to come
after this morning.  This meant they could enjoy this connection much
longer.  He reached around Mark and held his penis.  "Mark, I love your
cock so much.  Let's see If you can turn over while I'm still in you.  Lift
this leg up high and slide it between us.  That's better.  Now I can lie
against you and feel your penis against my stomach.  That feels so good."

   Tom pressed down against Mark and pushed his cock deep into his rectum.
Their faces were close together.  Instinctively their lips joined.  Their
tongues petted each other.  It was strange feeling the difference in size.
Tom's mouth was much larger than the girls' mouths.  Because of his prior
orgasms, it took over a half hour of steady pumping in and out of Mark's
anus for Tom to come.  All that time, they kissed and licked each other. 
After about fifteen minutes, Mark started to ooze semen.  He was having a
strong orgasm, but he wasn't pulsating.  Tom's cock had massaged Mark's
prostate until it triggered this unusual kind of orgasm.  Mark just lay
there, reveling in Tom's penetration into him.

   After Tom came, they stayed connected and talked about their penises,
others they had seen, what they liked most about the different styles and
sizes, and their fantasies.  Neither of them had ever admitted to anyone
the desires they discussed between each other.  It was wonderful for each
of them to find another person so attuned to him that he could be
completely open and honest.  Each reveled in sharing his deepest, weirdest,
most private perversions with the other.  Finally, their need to urinate
forced them to separate.  They got cleaned up and waited for the girls.

   When Becky and Barbie got there, Mark poured them each a glass of wine.
Becky said, "Well, do we still have boyfriends or have you sworn off
females?"

   Tom said, "None of the three of you can come close to competing with
each other.  I love each of you, and I love having sex with each of you,
but totally differently."

   Barbie kiddingly said, "If it's sucking Mark's cock, I can't compete
because I don't have one.  If it's fucking his ass, don't be too sure
because you haven't tried me yet." There was a tinge of tension in her
voice.  She had become emotionally involved with Tom and felt threatened.

   Mark said, "You don't have to worry, Barbie.  We're a foursome.  That
means every combination is special.  Tom, why don't you and Barbie use my
bedroom tonight?  Becky and I will use a guest room.  You can stay
overnight, right?"

   Becky said, "Wild horses couldn't have . . .  etc.  Well, maybe that's a
bad choice" she grinned.  "It depends on how they're hung.  Yes, we can
spend the night.  But, what kind of host are you?  I'm starved."

   "The food should be here in about fifteen minutes.  I called in an order
for delivery at a different kind of Chinese restaurant that just opened
near here.  It serves Mandarin cuisine." The food arrived shortly, and they
all had a feast.  It was much spicier and more flavorful than Cantonese.

   After dinner they talked for a while.  Both the girls seemed a bit
tense, but Mark couldn't fathom why.  When they paired off and went to bed,
he asked Becky what her concerns were.  She said, "It's not just Tom and
you.  This has all happened so fast.  Barbie and I have gotten more
emotionally involved than we wanted to.  We know this all could be a one
weekend stand, but we're afraid we'll lose you.  I guess we'd like you to
tell us whether we're short term or a little longer term, say, a few
months."

   After he finished laughing, he said, "Tom and I voiced that same concern
this afternoon.  Both of us are usually slow to make decisions, but we
decided to do something impulsive and possibly foolish.  Sometime tonight
he's going to propose marriage to Barbie, and right now, I'm asking you to
marry me.  I love you, Becky.  I can't stand the thought of losing you.  I
know marriage isn't a guarantee, but I'd love to wake up next to you every
morning and go to sleep with you every night.  Eighteen years is a big gap,
and we can't have kids, but I hope you say 'yes'."

   Becky hopped on top of him and said, "I don't know.  This is a decision
that requires a lot of analysis.  Yes!  I love you, and I want to be
married to you.  I'm just as foolish as you are.  We've known each other
less than a week and we're going to get married.  That's crazy, but I can't
take the chance of losing you.  No one ever made me feel as wonderful as
you do, and it's more than just the sex.  You're so much fun to talk with
between times."

   That night their lovemaking was a little less adventurous, but much more
tender and constant.  They had drifted off to sleep about ten o'clock.  The
door burst open and Barbie staggered in.  "Mark, you are an evil person. 
That infernal machine of yours that Tom used on me is an instrument of the
devil.  You could have warned me about it sister, but NO.  You let me go
into that den of iniquity like an innocent lamb.  It's a good thing Tom had
his cock jammed into my vagina.  That vibrator would have turned it inside
out if he hadn't been there to hold it in place.  I couldn't stop coming
for an hour until I passed out.  I woke up an hour later to Tom still
fucking.  He's as much of an infernal machine as your vibrator is, and I'm
going to marry him.  He's turned me into a nymphomaniac, and he wants me to
marry him.  What about you, sis?"

   "Me, too.  And, I feel the same way about Mark."

   Barbie hopped in bed and on top of Mark and said, "I feel wonderful. 
Let me be the first to fuck my brother-in-law." She had amazing aim.  His
cock shot inside her vagina as she landed on the bed.  She started pumping
up and down immediately and smothering him with kisses.  "Oh, I love you,
brother-in-law.  Just keep your wife away from my husband." Tom, who had
been standing behind her already had a condom on and was around the other
side of the bed and into Becky's open arms.

   Afterwards, they lay on the bed relaxing.  Becky mentioned she had
something she wanted to try after they were on birth control pills.  Mark
asked when they'd start, and she said right after their periods, which were
due in a day.  He said, "I've drained Tom pretty completely earlier, and
Barbie has finished the job.  If you're that close to your periods, you're
almost certainly not fertile.  Do you want to try your fantasy now, Becky?"

   "Yes, I can't wait any longer.  I want to feel you and Tom both in my
vagina."

   "You're sure we won't stretch you too much, and how do you want us to do
it?"

   "I'll let you know if it bothers me.  You lie on your back, Mark.  I'll
kneel over you and put you inside me, then I'll lie over you.  Tom, you put
some Vaseline on your penis, slide it along the bottom of Mark's and push
inside my vagina in back of Mark's cock."

   Barbie said, "If it works, don't come too much in her.  Save some for
me, because I'll want to do it next."

   After she had him inside her, Mark felt Tom's pointed penis sliding up
his shaft.  As it reached Becky's filled vagina, it stopped for a moment,
then began burrowing in.  It was pressing hard against Mark's cock.  When
Tom started in, Mark felt the extreme tightness of her vagina as it tried
to stretch to accommodate both their phalluses.  Tom slid all the way up
the bottom of Mark's penis and penetrated a little farther in.  When the
head of his penis extended beyond Mark's, Becky's tight little vagina
pushed it to the center which made it fold over the front of Mark's penis.
Tom began to slide in and out.

   The constriction, his friction against the bottom of Mark's cock and the
feeling of him sliding up and over the head of Mark's penis repeatedly was
heavenly.  Becky's eyes were glazed, her mouth was open and her head was
swaying back and forth.  Mark started to pull out and push in using the
opposite cycle Tom had.  They were pushed together so tightly, he felt
every ripple and vein in Tom's penis and her vagina.  He was trying to hold
off until Tom started.  Suddenly, Tom's shaft swelled even larger and
pulses started traveling rapidly up it.  The end of Mark's cock got hot
from Tom's semen.  This triggered his ejaculation, and soon they were
swimming in a sea of semen.  They both softened a bit, which allowed them
to conform more closely to each other's penis.  Tom had stopped, and now
Mark was rapidly plunging in and out.  Becky had started to orgasm when
they filled her with semen, and she wasn't stopping.  She released a flood
of lubricating fluid to add to their mixed semen.  It was sloppy, but it
was glorious.

   Neither Tom nor Mark were ready again, but they kept sliding in and out
of her.  As Becky came over and over again, she was softly yelping.  After
about twenty minutes of her continuous shuddering, Mark began to join her.
His ejaculation immediately started Tom again.  They had Becky plugged so
tightly, none of the fluid could leak out, so they were bathed in this hot,
delightful mixture.  Her face was so beautiful as Mark looked at it, and
she was giving him so much pleasure, his emotions overwhelmed him.  He was
crying and laughing at the same time.  She was his perfect woman.


EPILOGUE:
After they got married, the four of them lived in Mark's home.  Tom
finished his studies, and got a job at a nearby, competing university. 
Becky and Barbie also went to graduate school and got their doctorates. 

Barbie is in Mark's school, Becky is in Tom's.

   An interesting coincidence occurred just after the girls finished
school. A reception was held to announce and introduce the new dean of the
College of Letters & Science.  The four of them arrived a little late.  As
they entered, the President was saying, "I would like to present your new
dean, Doctor Tamar Jordan." Had anyone been looking at Mark, they would
have seen a classic double take.  This was the woman from the sex
symposium, five years earlier.  He hoped she wouldn't remember him.  Pavel
was at her side.  Mark turned his back and began talking to some other
instructors, thinking she might not see him.  A few minutes later, he felt
a light tap on his shoulder.

   When he turned around, Tamar was standing there.  "Wayll howdy, little
buddy.  Hain't chew never heard not to kick that horse turd in the road. 
He might be your uncle."

   "I apologize, Dr.  Jordan.  It was stupid of me.  That weekend I didn't
think I could handle as much excitement as you appeared to offer," he said.

   "Great recovery, Mark, even if it's five years late.  I also like your
obsequious use of my title instead of my first name.  After I learned of
the little game you played with me, I was furious.  When I saw the two
lovely young things you had managed to snare, I was envious, but a bit more
understanding.  It's lucky for you that Pavel thinks so highly of you. 
You'll be receiving an invitation to our wedding.  He and I are a great
team.  We both have the same sexual desires, and we share the steady stream
of young models and would-be actresses Pavel brings home.  Your obvious
affection for your young wife and also your sister-in-law raised a question
in my mind.  When I saw a look of equal affection that passed between you
and your brother-in-law, I realized your marriage is no more traditional
than Pavel's and mine will be.  I guess people like us have to stick
together.  You're forgiven, good buddy."

   A year later when everyone was comfortable in their jobs, they talked
about having kids.  Barbie and Tom wanted them, but Becky said, "It's great
for the two of you, but I'm not really interested in having children." Mark
felt she had adopted this attitude because of his vasectomy.

   "Becky, it you don't want kids, that OK.  If you ever change your mind,
there's an easy solution if you all agree to it.  I can contribute
everything but sperm.  Tom has plenty of that.  He could get you pregnant,
and we could have a family that way." They all questioned him, because they
thought he might be bothered by the idea.

   When they realized he was serious, Becky said, "Oh Mark, you're just as
wonderful as before I married you.  I really did want kids, but I thought
I'd forget about it because of your vasectomy.  Your solution is perfect.
Now, how will the kids from Barbie and from me be related?"

   "By law, they'll be cousins.  Since the two of you share the same genes
and they'll have the same father, essentially they'll be full brothers and
sisters."

   Over the next few years the family had five children, two boys and three
girls.  They raised them in a loving, sexually open atmosphere.  If a kid
walked in on any of them when they were having sex, the adults would pause
to see what he or she wanted.  They were never embarrassed or tried to hide
anything, and they never stopped because the kid was there.  The kids tried
the various things they saw the parents doing, with each other.  Some of
them worked and some didn't.  When the kids had a problem with any of the
positions or combinations, they'd ask them about them.  The parents always
gave them positive feedback and all the help they could so the kids could
enjoy each other every possible way sexually as well as they did generally
as human beings.

   It was interesting that as each of the kids became sexually active, they
asked to participate in the adult sessions.  The adults told the kids this
would change the relationship from parent-child to that of adult-adult. 
When they were old enough to no longer need parental guidance, then they
could join in the activities if they wanted, but not before.

   Now it's 1992, and Mark's ready to retire.  All the kids are in college
and doing extremely well.  The last girl graduated from high school when
she was sixteen.  She just turned eighteen and is going into her junior
year at Mark's university.  She became the final member of the expanded
nine person sexual group.  The four parents expected to slow down sexually,
but the energy, enthusiasm and variety the kids bring to the sessions have
kept them going at almost the same rate they did when they first met.

   At a small private party, Pavel toasted Mark for arranging his life so
well.  Mark said, "Like most people, many of the life decisions I made were
mediocre or bad even though I tried to think them through thoroughly.  I
made the decision to marry these three wonderful people with no forethought
and very little information.  Chance changed my life from mundane to
paradise."

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