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   Jack had just finished his coffee and washed the cup in my sink then put
it upside down in the empty drainer.  "You don't need to come home to dirty
dishes, George.  I hope you really enjoy yourself, but I don't think I
could handle a ten-week vacation, especially by myself."

   "It's better than sitting around my condo for the summer.  I'd be
tempted to try to make up with Sandi as I've done before.  She's beautiful
and incredibly sexy, but we have almost nothing else in common.  I can't
even figure how we managed to get together in the first place.  I'm fifty
and she's twenty; we like totally different kinds of music; she's very
religious although she sleeps with anyone who comes on to her; I teach
philosophy, even if it's only community college, and she can hardly handle
the complexity of Reader's Digest ideas; I'm not interested in getting
smashed on alcohol, much less drugs, but she'll take anything that makes
her high.  Although she never registered to vote, her political heroes are
Rush Limbaugh and George W.  I guess my need for repeated sex whenever we
had it was what did it for me."

   "As long as I'm not teaching any summer classes I may as well take my
new three- quarter ton pickup and trailer and bum around from state park to
state park for an extended vacation.  Besides, you never know whom I might
meet.  I may not be alone all the time.  I've canceled the newspaper, and
since the post office won't hold my mail for ten weeks, I really appreciate
you picking it up and checking it for anything urgent.  I've put as much as
I could of my utilities and bills on vacation hold and the others on direct
payment from my bank, but you never know what can show up.  I'll check my
e-mail about once a week to make sure everything's OK."

   "No problem.  It's funny that morals and ethics are more separate than
one would think.  Debbie and I will screw anything and anyone, male,
female, old, young, separately or together, which, I suppose, makes our
marriage just a bit non-traditional.  Still, no matter how attracted Debbie
was to Sandi and how strongly Sandi, knowing our proclivities, tried to get
her and me into bed, neither Debbie nor I would do anything because you are
our friend and it would be a betrayal, since the two of you didn't have the
same arrangement we have.  I hope you find someone with whom you can have
either a fling or a longer term relationship.  All I ask, if you bring them
home, is that the person play Bridge and like Indian, Northern Chinese,
Northern Italian and Mexican foods since they're our specialties." I
laughed and said I'd have to put together an application form listing all
of my friends' requirements for anyone who wanted to have a relationship
with me.

   Jack and Debbie Jordan were in their early thirties and had met in one
of my classes fourteen years ago.  Even though they were much younger than
I, two years after the class finished, they asked me to be the best man at
their wedding.  Since we lived close to each other, we had become better
and better friends over the years.  They were both expert in computers and
ran a lucrative Internet business that allowed them quite a bit of free
time.

   We locked up the condo, drove my truck back to the recreational vehicle
lot and hooked up the travel trailer.  I toggled the turn indicators,
pressed the brake then turned on my lights while Steve checked that the
ones on the trailer were working.  He motioned me on, and I pulled out.  As
I reached out to adjust the left trailer mirror, I saw Steve wave to me
then turn and start to walk back to where he had parked his car in a
visitor stall.  As soon as I got onto the narrow public street, I checked
the brakes and could feel the trailer drag just a second before the truck
brakes activated.  It was odd riding this high since I was used to sitting
in the driver's seat of my small passenger car.  I cautiously turned onto
the main street and drove toward the on-ramp for the San Diego Freeway.  It
was a warm, early summer weekday in the Valley and the traffic was quite
light.

   I pulled into the supermarket parking lot across from the on-ramp to
pick up a few last minute supplies for my trailer refrigerator.  I had no
trouble parking in two facing spaces near the back of the parking lot.  As
I walked into the store I was hit by a blast of cold, air-conditioned air.
The interior was well lit, but it was so bright outside that I paused for a
second for my eyes to accommodate.  When I looked around, I noticed a
pretty little girl standing by the door next to some plastic bags with
clothes in them.  A slightly older boy was at the liquor counter paying for
some candy bars.  I continued in, bought a half-gallon of milk, two cans of
frozen orange juice, two pounds of boneless, skinless chicken breasts on
sale, a package of frozen mixed vegetables, a dozen eggs and a bottle of
White Merlot.  Once out in the parking lot I opened the trailer and loaded
the stuff into the refrigerator.  After I closed and secured the door so
the food wouldn't spill out as I drove, I decided to use the trailer
lavatory so I wouldn't have to stop as soon.

   I waited at the driveway until there was no traffic so I could ease onto
the freeway without having to rush.  That was when I noticed the kids
again. They were standing at the on-ramp thumbing a ride.  They looked so
forlorn that I decided, on impulse, to pick them up.  They shoved their
bags onto the floor, the boy helped the girl up, then hopped in himself. 
"Hi, I'm George.  Where are you headed?"

   "My name's Jimmy and this is my sister Lisa.  We're going to San
Francisco.  Where are you going?"

   "Well, I'm on vacation so I'm just heading north with no particular
destination.  Since I have a trailer, I figured I'd just pull over whenever
I got tired, look around the area then push on again the next morning.  You
can ride with me until I stop, then you can hitch your next ride.  Do you
have relatives there?"

   "No, we don't, but we figure it should be a good place to live," Jimmy
said.

   "It's a nice city, but the two of you may have some trouble getting a
place because you look pretty young.  How old are you?"

   Lisa spoke for the first time, "I'm eight and Jimmy's ten.  Why can't we
just rent an apartment?  We're going to make some money."

   "Legally, kids are supposed to be under the supervision of adults, so a
landlord could get into trouble if he rented to minors, especially as young
as the two of you are.  There are adults who would take advantage of you
and steal whatever you have or do other things you wouldn't like.  What
decided you to take off on your own, and what about your parents or
guardians?" I was in the right lane of the freeway as we started up the
hills toward the Grapevine.

   "Our mother's boyfriend, Lance, already did stuff we didn't like, but we
got used to it.  They use so much drugs that she told us we cost her too
much money so we should get out if we didn't like it there.  We left the
day after school was out, but a family picked us up and made us tell them
where we lived.  They drove us home and brought us inside.  Our mother made
believe she was glad to see us until they left then she told us that we
were real losers to get caught.  She told us to try it again and make sure
we picked a car with only a guy driving.  She said not to come back or
she'd find a pimp who'd buy us."

   This was hard to believe, but the more we talked, the more I was
convinced they were telling the truth.  What was I to do?  If I brought
them back, they'd be at the on-ramp again in a day or worse.  If they went
to San Francisco and tried to live on the streets, they'd almost certainly
be pushed into prostitution.  I could turn them over to Child Protective
Services, but they'd be separated and put into foster homes, and, from what
I read about them, their chances wouldn't be too good there.  We were
coming to a rest stop so I pulled in and parked in a truck-RV space.  "You
can get out and stretch your legs and go to the bathroom.  If you want, I
can make us lunch in the trailer." They both agreed and ran to their
respective rest rooms.

   When they returned, I asked if they had washed their hands.  From their
looks I could tell that this wasn't normally a part of their personal
hygiene.  I sent Lisa into the trailer lavatory to use the sink to wash her
hands, and had Jimmy use the sink in the kitchen area.  While they cleaned
up, I made lunch and got out some soft drinks.  As we ate, I asked, "You
mentioned that you were going to make money in San Francisco, Lisa.  I was
wondering how you planned to earn it."

   "Jimmy and I figured we'd have sex with guys and charge them for it. 
Lance taught us how to do everything.  At first, we didn't like to suck his
cock and it hurt when he shoved it inside me or up Jimmy's ass, but we got
used to everything.  We thought we could do some of that stuff to pay you
for lunch, but old people don't have sex anymore, so what can we do to pay
you?"

   "Let me assure you that old people are usually just as interested in sex
as young ones are.  Some of us may not have it quite as often, but we're
not dead.  Lunch was my treat so you don't have to pay for it."

   "Thanks.  Maybe you could tell us how much to charge for sex.  Do you
think $5.00 is too much?" Jimmy asked.

   "I think we should talk about the whole idea.  There are some problems
you probably don't know about yet." They needed to understand the complete
irrationality of what they were planning, but if it wasn't handled
carefully, they would merely feel I was just another adult telling them
what to do.  We had only three more hours until we reached my planned first
overnight stop, and that wasn't enough time to convince them.

   "Tell you what.  It's really hard to concentrate on this stuff while I
have to think about driving at the same time.  None of us has a schedule we
have to meet, and I have extra beds in the trailer.  I have plenty of
supplies under the camper shell on my truck.  You could come along with me
to some of the state parks and we could figure out everything while we
relax in the evenings.  During the day, we can hike around the areas and
explore.  How does that sound to you?"

   Jimmy looked suspiciously at me, "How much would we have to fuck you to
pay for that, and how would we get to San Francisco after that?"

   I didn't think he'd believe that I wouldn't take it out in trade so I
answered, "You decide how much it's worth at the end of the trip, and I'll
trust you to be fair.  I'll drive through San Francisco on our way back. 
Is that OK?" They agreed to those conditions, so I got out the map and
looked for a nearby state park.  There weren't any too close so we headed
east for Yosemite.  That was a mistake because we had to have reservations
to enter it.  The Ranger did recommend we might try a small regional park
not too many miles away, and that worked out.  Since it had electrical
hookups for a nominal charge, I took advantage of that.

   After we had disconnected and leveled the trailer, I dug out bath towels
and soap, and we all took showers at the public lavatories.  I didn't want
to use my water or fill my holding tank unnecessarily.

   When we got back, I took three chicken breasts out of the refrigerator,
sprinkled them with spices, and started them in the microwave oven.  While
they were cooking, I heated some water for the boil-in-bag frozen
vegetables and made some instant mashed potatoes.  I'm certainly no gourmet
cook like Jack and Debbie, but Lisa and Jimmy were delighted with the meal.
They went through the milk, and I opened the wine for myself.

   We talked for a while and watched the small television set.  When it was
time for bed, I put the table down and moved the foam cushions so it was a
bed, then pulled down the overhead.  I got out the sheets, pillowcases and
pillows.  It was so warm that I didn't think we'd need blankets.  "The two
of you can figure out who gets the top and who gets the bottom." Lisa took
the top.

   I had drifted off and was deep asleep, having an unexpected erotic
dream. Although I was quite attracted to her, I never had designs on
Debbie, Jack's wife, yet here she was, giving great me oral sex.  This was
better than any blow job I had ever had.  I began to ejaculate but it was
so strong, I woke up.  Then I realized that this was no longer a dream.  I
looked down and recognized that Jimmy had my penis engulfed and sliding
down his throat.  For some reason this made my orgasm even stronger and
more prolonged.  I suppose I could have stopped him as soon as I knew he
was there, but I just couldn't do it.  My erection shrank, but Jimmy
continued licking and sucking.  In only a few moments I began to grow and
stiffen again.  I lay there, slowly building to another wild orgasm.  Jimmy
had better technique than I thought possible.

   Since there was a three-quarter moon out and the overhead vent was open,
I could see that he was crouched by the side of the bed.  He was wearing
nothing and appeared to have a small erection.  I had never been interested
in males, but I knew I had to look at it more closely.  I reached down,
took his leg and gently pulled him up onto the bed so we were in the
sixty-nine position, then rolled over.  I bent down and sucked his
beautiful little cock into my mouth.  Never had I imagined how much I would
love feeling that hard little shaft pulsing on my tongue.  For the next
forty-five minutes we each sucked and licked and slid each other's erection
between our lips.  By the time we were exhausted I had come three times and
Jimmy had ejaculated six wonderful times.

   Finally we separated, I turned him around, pulled him up to me held him
in my arms and kissed him.  I told him how wonderful he was and how I loved
what he did.  He whispered, "Well, what you did was pretty great, too.  I
liked Lisa doing it, but you just kept going and going.  I could do that
with you all day long every day.  You make me feel better than I've ever
felt in my life.  Did you really like the way I did it?"

   "Jimmy, I loved the way you did it, and I love your beautiful little
body, and your wonderful hard, tiny cock.  You are a delightful child, and
I could spend all summer with you."

   "I thought guys could only come once or twice, especially old guys.  How
come you came three times and you could make me come a whole lot more?"

   "You're right in general, but humans exhibit a much wider variety of
capabilities than we normally expect.  For example, adult male penises
range from about two inches long to more than ten inches, and from
three-quarters of an inch thick to more than two inches across.  Some guys
have less than a quarter teaspoon of semen per orgasm, and others can have
almost a tablespoonful.  Similarly, some men can have only one orgasm every
day or even don't want another for a week, and others can have them
repeatedly.  That doesn't mean we're like many women who can have multiple
orgasms by the dozen."

   "As you've probably noticed, I'm average or a little below in the size
department, and I also don't make much semen, but my orgasmic capability
has always been extremely high.  When I was a kid about three years older
than you I decided to see what my limits were, so I jacked off as often as
I could, starting when I woke up.  By the time I went to sleep that night I
had had seventeen orgasms.  However, when I mentioned it everyone was sure
I was bragging and exaggerating wildly, so I stopped telling anyone.  I've
slowed down with age, but not as much as I would have expected.  Your six
shows that we're in the same ball park that way."

   "If you can have another, do you want to do something, George?"

   "What?"

   "Do you want to put your cock up my back side?  I'd really like it if
you do."

   "I hadn't thought of it with you before, but it's one of my favorite
things.  If you're willing, I'd love to." Jimmy hopped up, opened the
refrigerator, swiped a small lump of margarine with his finger and
transferred it to his anus.

   He lay on his stomach and spread his legs.  I knelt between them, aimed
my surprisingly hard erection at his tightly closed little hole.  Very
slowly my shaft forced him open and moved deeper and deeper inside him. 
When I was all the way inside, I lay there, pressed tightly against him,
enjoying the sensation of warmth, smooth slipperiness, and tightness and
petting his small, smooth body.  "Oh, Jimmy, you feel as wonderful this way
as you did the other.  It will probably take quite a bit longer before I
come again, but I'd like playing with you if you want me to."

   "I always wanted to play with myself when Lance fucked my ass, but I was
afraid he'd get mad.  You doing it sounds even better." There was some
excess margarine so I transferred it to my hands, wrapped them tightly
around Jimmy's little erection, pulled the foreskin back then slid my tight
fist around his smooth pink head up and down over it.  It took a while, but
he pumped out another bit of little boy semen, which I used as more
lubricant.  I continued stroking him gently while I whispered how beautiful
and wonderful he was.  We drifted off to sleep still connected.  We woke up
in the middle of the night and I managed to have another wonderful orgasm
and remained inside his tight little orifice as we both fell asleep again.

   Whispering woke me the following morning.  I was still deep inside
Jimmy, but we were lying on our sides spoon fashion.  Lisa was kneeling by
my bed talking with Jimmy.  I kept my eyes closed and listened.  "Lisa, you
won't believe how great George is.  He is such a nice guy.  He does just
the opposite of Lance during sex.  I just love the way he talks to me and
pets me while we're doing stuff, and he's so considerate.  I think I even
had a lot more fun than he did.  I'd like to stay with him all summer."

   "What about me?  I can't go to San Francisco without you.  If you're
having sex with him, he may not want me around."

   I opened my eyes and said, "No, Lisa, you and your brother are a team.
I'd love to have him stay with me all summer and that includes you.  You
don't have to worry about being kicked out."

   "OK, but do I have to have sex with you?"

   Until now that hadn't even occurred to me, but after the night with her
brother, I was curious.  "No, Lisa, it's totally up to you what we do about
sex."

   "You should try it, Lisa.  I think you'd really like George a lot more
than Lance."

   "Well, you can think about it, Lisa, but right now I'd like to get up,
clean up and make breakfast for all of us.  Let's head north and find a
state park we can camp in.  Maybe we can go hiking or see what kinds of
birds, animals and plants are there." I separated from Jimmy and hopped up.
Then I realized Lisa had not seen me naked before.  She stared at my penis
as I walked past and into the tiny trailer lavatory.

   After breakfast we hitched the trailer to the truck.  Before we left,
both Jimmy and I went to the public lavatory and took quick showers because
we were sweaty from the night's activities.  We came back, checked the
trailer, which Lisa had done a surprisingly good job of securing, closed it
up and pulled out.

   As we drove, Jimmy described to his sister, in graphic detail everything
we had done last night.  I was getting an erection listening to him.  We
found a medium sized town with a K-Mart so we stopped, went in and I bought
them hiking clothes and shoes, small backpacks and emergency kits, quite a
bit of sun-screen and bug repellent, and M & Ms, raisins and shelled
almonds to mix together for trail snacks.  Since the clothes they had
brought with them were old and worn, I bought them quite a few things to
wear so they would look presentable when we went into a town or restaurant.
The kids were delighted with all this, and I really enjoyed seeing them so
happy.

   We found a small state park called Castle Crags not too far from Lassen
National Park and pulled in.  We were assigned a spot, set up the trailer
then walked around the woods surrounding the park.  I showed the kids
various insects and small animals and told them stories about how they
live. Jimmy and Lisa were both interested in these and asked intelligent
questions.  Since it had been a hot day and I had turned off the truck air
conditioner whenever we had to drive up a long incline, we were all sweaty.
We took showers at the public facilities and by then had worked up an
appetite so we made dinner.

   After we cleaned up, I asked if they would like to play cards. 
Strangely, neither of them had ever done this.  I taught them kids games
like Go Fish and Crazy Eights, and they had more fun than I would ever have
guessed from such a simple activity.  When we got ready for bed, Jimmy
suggested that we only make up one extra bed because he was hoping to sleep
with me.  That was certainly acceptable.

   After we went to bed, he and I talked quite a while about a variety of
subjects.  When we began to pet each other, we did it much more slowly and
along the common path of two people making love.  I had four unbelievably
strong orgasms over the course of our lovemaking.  Jimmy was incredible. 
He could have an orgasm about every four of five minutes and just didn't
wear down.  He had all the capabilities I had had when I was a child.  We
got into a rhythm of kissing, petting and whispering our love and erotic
ideas to each other, me sucking his gorgeous little penis for about three
or four orgasms, him rolling over and putting a pillow under his hips so I
could slide my shaft deep inside his tight little anus, me having an
explosive orgasm, lying there whispering to each other how wonderfully my
penis and his anus felt connected like this, separating, then repeating the
whole cycle.

   We liked this campground so after getting cleaned up and having
breakfast we decided to stay here a few more days.  We went on a morning
hike for about three hours; the kids found some blackberry brambles and
gathered quite a few berries in the plastic bags I'd put in their
backpacks. We came back, had lunch, I told the kids I was going to rest for
a few minutes, and I laid down on my bed.  I dozed off and had been asleep
for about ten minutes when I awoke from the bed jiggling.  I opened my eyes
and saw Lisa climbing onto the bed.  "Hi, did you want to take a nap with
me?"

   She said, "No, I was talking to Jimmy outside, and I decided I might
like to do stuff with you."

   I knew what she meant but asked, "What kind of stuff?"

   "You know, sex stuff like you do with Jimmy."

   "OK, but you're pretty small.  You tell me what you want to do and what
you don't want to do, and if anything bothers you, let me know so I can
stop immediately." I didn't want to hurt this child in any way, but I
desperately hoped we could accomplish vaginal penetration.

   We slipped off our clothes, and Lisa immediately moved down to suck my
penis.  I pulled her up and said, "We've got all afternoon, Lisa.  Let's
just play and pet each other for a while, OK?" She was uncertain, but she
agreed.  As I had done with her brother, I petted and kissed her, told her
how beautiful she was, and continued giving her affection for about an
hour. I think she would have been delighted if we kept this up for the
entire day and evening.  Finally, I began to move down to her neck,
shoulders, and little nipples which affected her much more than I expected.
I kissed her flat stomach and tickled it with my tongue, then gradually
moved to her small cleft.  Apparently, no one had ever done oral on her
because she was shocked that I slid my tongue there.  However, after a few
moments of stroking her clitoris, she began to respond and spread her legs
apart to allow me more complete access to her.  I couldn't believe how
wonderful her smooth little vaginal lips would feel against my oral ones.

   After about five orgasms she asked, "Do you want me to suck you, now?"

   "No, we can do that later, but, if you don't mind, I'd like to try
seeing if my penis can fit inside you." She agreed, and I moved up between
her legs.  I was determined that, if I could fit into her little vagina, I
would stay there for as many orgasms as I could manage without pulling out.
This time I was prepared with Vaseline.  As I pressed the head of my cock
into her tiny slit, I reached behind her and cupped the cheeks of her
eight-year-old rear in my hands and lifted her toward me.  It took a while,
but I was able to get just about all the way in before I felt myself
pushing against the mouth of her little uterus.  There was no way I would
have believed that sex could feel as good as this did.  We fit together
perfectly, and what her hot little tube was doing to my penis was beyond
ecstasy.  Talk about premature ejaculation - mine was instantaneous, and it
was superb.

   I took her hand and slid it between us and onto her clitoris.  "While I
slide in and out of you, you can pet yourself there.  That way, you'll get
pleasure both ways." It took her a few minutes to synchronize her stroking
with my pumping, but she was soon building to another series of orgasms.  I
enjoyed hers, but couldn't come again quite so soon, however, I stayed
inside her basking in the wonderful feel of her little vagina spasming
around my cock.

   After she reached her immediate limit, we relaxed for a few minutes then
talked and petted each other.  She liked to play with words and was a
surprisingly good punster for an eight-year-old.  I had assigned Alice in
Wonderland to a Logic and Semantics class I had taught the prior semester
so I could quote quite a bit of it.  Again I was surprised that she had
never heard of the book, but she loved everything I remembered.  They were
both smart kids, but their academic and intellectual exposure had been
severely lacking.

   In not too long we were both ready again, and the second series was even
better than the first.  By six-thirty we had repeated everything three more
times.  That was five orgasms for me and innumerable for her, and my cock
had been buried deep in her tiny vagina for four wonderful hours.  We
separated, and she hopped up.  I don't know where she got the strength,
because I could hardly stand.  I suggested she take a shower in our little
lavatory, and I tried to recover while she cleaned up.  Fortunately, Jimmy
was enjoying watching my video tapes of popular movies during this time,
because they had almost never seen the shows in a theater.

   Finally, I dug out three microwave dinners and cooked them.  I certainly
didn't have the energy to cook a regular meal.  We all agreed to sleep in
separate beds this evening.  I fell asleep instantly, but the kids talked
for quite a while.

   The next morning, I got up early, dug out the flour, oil and sugar and
made some pie crust dough.  Then I washed the blackberries and cooked a
pie. The kids were amazed at how this was done.  We had breakfast of cereal
with the extra berries on it while the pie cooked.  After our morning hike
and lunch we each had a large piece of pie and a glass of cold milk.  I
think this adventure of having fresh homemade pie was about as good as any
of our orgasms to the kids.  I was delighted at how they enjoyed each new
experience.

   After lunch we took our clothes into the Laundromat at a nearby very
small town and picked up some supplies while the washers were running. 
When we got back to the trailer the kids sat at the table and said they had
an idea they wanted to talk about with me.  I sat down with them, and Jimmy
began to speak.  "We were thinking that you don't have to rush getting to
San Francisco.  We can stay with you as long as you want, if that's OK with
you."

   I had wanted to stay with them long enough to convince them of the
irrationality of their plan, and now I had two additional motivations: I
loved sex with both of them, and I had already grown quite fond of them. 
"That's fine with me.  I like the company, both of you kids are a lot of
fun, and that's not counting the sex.  It will also give us time to figure
out some alternative to your idea of making money in San Francisco,
because, I can tell you, you would almost certainly be picked up by some
pimp who would trick or force you two into getting hooked on drugs.  Then
you would have to do a great many things you hated, for which he would get
all the money.  I know it may sound incredible, but that's the way it
almost always happens to kids by themselves in a city.  It would be the
same as if your mother did as she threatened and sold you to a pimp in Los
Angeles."

   They asked for details of what could happen to them, and I gave them as
graphic a set of descriptions as I could.  I really had to stop them from
destroying themselves, but I certainly couldn't come up with a safer
alternative.  They both looked dismayed and Lisa asked in a panicked voice,
"I don't want anything like that to happen.  What can we do, instead?  We
can't go back to our mother and Lance."

   "I don't know, offhand, but we've got all summer to think about it.  We
should come up with something by then.  Is that OK?" I could tell they
weren't too optimistic, but they agreed.  The best thing about this
conversation so early in the trip was that they spent a lot of time
discussing it between themselves and thinking about other choices.

   However, they enjoyed our extended vacation.  We often stopped at parks
that had pools, and I bought them swimsuits and taught them to swim.  We
found little museums, and they loved asking me about everything in them. 
They were very interested in my answers, but really liked catching me in a
question that I couldn't answer.  Then we'd go back to the trailer, I'd
fire up my laptop computer, choose a CD-ROM that covered the subject and
have them find the information.  Little by little I taught them how to use
the computer, and to surf the Internet whenever we could get a telephone
connection.  I didn't have any computer games they could play and decided
not to introduce them to any, yet.

   For a while they alternated sleeping with me, but then decided that we
should all sleep together.  That certainly allowed us to expand our sexual
variety.  While we all enjoyed oral, we seemed to have two favorites: Jimmy
loved being in the middle so that he was in Lisa's vagina and my cock was
up his ass; Lisa loved the same thing with him in her back side and me in
her vagina.  One thing which made oral special with both of them was their
lack of pubic hair.  I never realized just how erotic having my lips and
tongue on the smooth hairless skin of a little girl's vulva or a little
boy's penis could be.

   One day Jimmy asked, "Do you think we could live with you after the
summer?"

   I have no idea why that never occurred to me, other than that there were
enough obstacles that it would probably be impossible.  I had been
undecided whether or not to e-mail the Jordans about Jimmy and Lisa, but
finally sent them a long letter describing picking them up, their plans and
my inviting them to stay with me for a while.  Jack wrote back warning me
about the trouble I could get into even if I didn't have sex with them.  He
was right, of course.  Now I brought them almost up to date, but only
hinted at any sexual contacts.  They were extremely sexually liberal and
experimental, but I wasn't sure of what their reaction would be to this
particular variation.

   Jack's answer was, "George, it sounds as if you may be doing more than
you spelled out with your guests.  Are you out of your mind?  While neither
of us has any qualms about you and them enjoying yourselves, you could be
nailed royally if it were discovered.  Was I wrong, I hope?"

   The answering e-mail was, "No, you were right, and let me tell you that
each of their ratings are about a hundred times that of Sandi, both in what
she was good at and what she wasn't.  I recognize your concerns, so to let
you know that you had little to worry about until now, I should tell you my
latest goals.  They will make your prior worries fade into insignificance.
I'm trying to come up with a way that they could live with me permanently.
As much as you'd probably be justified, don't start commitment proceedings
yet.  I know it's crazy, and it is the weirdest and least socially
acceptable relationship I've ever been in, but I'm getting more pleasure
from both of them, both sexually and as people, than I ever thought
possible.  If you have any suggestions how we could manage a long term
arrangement, let me know."

   The next time I checked my e-mail I had a response.  "Suicide might be
the most humane solution for you, but if you are really serious, you should
work on how to get some sort of guardianship from their mother.  Next, you
should consider moving out of the area, either to a big city for anonymity
or to a farm for privacy.  We doubt that you could qualify as a foster or
adoptive parent for them, but it would be a good way of making everything
appear legal.  And, you had damned well better be sure they aren't likely
to change their minds and report you.  We would ask if they are really
trustworthy, but we doubt that, in your present state, you could make an
objective evaluation."

   The next morning I told the kids, "OK, we're cutting short our vacation
and going back to the Valley.  Don't look so disappointed.  I'm going to
start working on us living together from now on, and that's the place we
have to begin.  We'll have five weeks before school begins, and I hope
that's enough time." They asked what I was planning to do so I gave them an
outline of my plan.  They were delighted, but I wasn't as sanguine as I
sounded.

   Although I didn't know any neighbors well, I was sure they would wonder
about the kids so I introduced them as my niece and nephew who were staying
with me for the summer.  We unpacked the trailer, cleaned it up and put it
back in storage.  I opened up the condo, moved the kids into the guest room
and called the Jordans.  They invited us over for breakfast the next
morning.  The kids weren't sure about anything that was happening and felt
uncomfortable meeting new people.  I told them about whom they were going
to meet, what the people were like, what I had written to them about us,
and their responses.

   Debbie and Jack outdid themselves.  We had the largest, most artery
clogging, diabetes inducing, gourmet breakfast I had ever seen at a private
home.  I stuck mostly with the fruit, but the kids loved everything.  This
made the adults more acceptable to them, and the apparent delight of the
kids with everything the Jordans had cooked did the same in the other
direction.  Finally, after breakfast, we sat in the family room and
reviewed my ideas.

   "Since their mother wanted to get rid of them and is on drugs, she would
probably be willing to sign over guardianship to me for a reasonable amount
of money.  A community college in northwestern, rural California has been
looking for a division head and has tried to recruit me a number of times.
There are still plenty of problems, but these seem to be the two most
pressing ones.  Do you have any comments?"

   Jack said, "I don't have to tell you kids this, but you lucked out
because George is a very good person.  A problem I see is, if either of you
become dissatisfied with something and turn him in, or even if you give any
other kid or adult the slightest hint of what you're doing by accident, it
would bring your whole structure crashing down.  He would go to jail, and
both of you would go back to your mother or to separate foster homes, and
many of them aren't much better than living with your mother and her
boyfriend."

   Debbie had been talking with the kids as we were cleaning up after
breakfast and begun to build a rapport with them.  "I have to ask each of
you, how much of the sex you have with George is purely because you love
having sex with him, and how much of it is because you feel you have to
repay him for helping you out?"

   Both the kids answered that, at first they felt they should do it both
to balance everything I had done and to keep me wanting them there during
the summer.  However, it took only one time for them to realize that they
really enjoyed everything they were doing.  At this point they no longer
thought of it as payment for services rendered or as a bribe.  "Yeah, I
thought sucking a cock was just something everyone did.  I didn't know how
much fun sucking and fucking would be until he showed me.  George says you
people love having all kinds of sex with other people, so you must know how
much fun George is.  Don't you think it's fun fucking him, Debbie?"

   "You know, Lisa, it's funny, but I've never had sex with George,
possibly because he's usually been in one relationship or another, and
because he started out as my teacher which seemed off limits." Jack said it
was about the same for him, too.

   He continued, "It's odd, too, because you've always been so accepting
that it should have been natural for us to suggest that we all have sex
together.  I guess we never wanted to take the chance of screwing up your
relationships, and we just didn't think of it when you were between them.
We even missed out right after Sandi left."

   I said, "We had such a strong friendship that I would have been worried
that this might damage it if it didn't work out, and I, too, was still tied
to the teacher-student limitations.  Now that we're discussing it, I
realize that the three of us would have had a great time together.  If we
had done that, however, I wouldn't have taken the trip this summer and
would never have met these two wonderful kids." When we went home, the kids
and I talked quite a bit about the Jordans.  Over the next few weeks we all
visited frequently.

   I dropped the kids off at their mother's place after they had rehearsed
what they were going to do.  They told her they had found a guy that wanted
to live with, but he wouldn't do it unless she signed guardianship papers.
She immediately said she'd do it for fifty thousand dollars.  They said, I
could possibly afford two thousand, which she rejected.  Jimmy said, "Well,
we've already given him letters we wrote and signed proving that Lance
molested us, that you knew about it and approved, and that you are both
drug addicts.  If you don't sign the papers for two thousand, he'll turn
the letters over to the police." She was furious, but said she would do it
for five thousand.  They called me and after whining about the price being
too high, I agreed to it, although I knew I would have gone much higher if
she had insisted.  I got the feeling that the more she thought about the
five thousand, the happier she was.

   I applied for the new job and was accepted, then we put the condo up for
sale.  We spent our weekends at Debbie and Jack's while the real estate
people showed the condo.  Much of the time the five of us were in the pool.
Although their back yard was quite private, we only swam without suits at
night.  The third night we did this, Debbie showed up shaved.  "Every time
I looked at Jimmy's and Lisa's beautiful, hairless little genitals I
realized more strongly that the hair got in the way.  From the erections
you guys have, you must think so, too." The next morning she reported that
she and Jack had fucked all night long, that was, unless he was licking
her.

   Jack was sitting at the breakfast table in his bathrobe.  "I have to
thank you kids for fueling our fantasies, and I have a surprise for you,
Debbie." He threw open his bathrobe and showed his own newly shaved pubic
area.

   She squealed and said, "That's so beautiful.  I want to suck it right
now.  What do all of you think about it?"

   Jimmy said, "Yeah, I'd like to suck it, too or feel it up my backside.
How about you, Lisa?"

   She said, "It's OK, but I really like the way Debbie looks.  I wish I
were a guy so I could lick her there."

   I said, "You don't have to be a guy, Lisa.  If you really want to do it,
all you have to do is ask Debbie if she's willing, and I would guess she
is. The same goes for you, Jimmy.  I feel like the only odd one here. 
Maybe I should go shave, too."

   "Can I suck and lick you, Debbie?" Lisa asked.  I didn't correct Lisa's
grammar from "can" to "may" at the time, but decided that I would wait for
a more propitious moment.

   "Oh, you little darling.  I'd love you to, but only if you let me return
the favor.  I think your smooth, small vulva is breathtaking." The girls
went to the master bedroom.

   "George says it's OK, but it's your choice, Jimmy.  Do you really want
to do anything?" Jack asked.

   "Sure, but could the three of us do it together?" We went to the guest
bedroom and spent the next four hours in every combination one can imagine
with three cocks, three mouths and three anuses.  For the first time, Jack
and I sucked each other's penis and felt the other's penis sliding deep
into their rear.  However, Jimmy got the most attention.  He particularly
enjoyed feeling Jack inside his anus while he and I sucked each other,
sixty-nine fashion.  Of course, feeling me and Jack sucking and licking his
little penis and balls at the same time was a close second.  Since he
outlasted us by about five orgasms, this was the position of choice at the
end of the morning.

   Debbie and Lisa satisfied each other orally for a while, then Debbie lay
on her back while Lisa lay face down on the woman.  The girl kissed,
nuzzled and sucked Debbie's small breasts while they pressed their mounds
together.  Debbie reached around, slid her hand down between the little
girl's rear cheeks, sank her index finger in the child's anus, her middle
and ring finger into Lisa's vagina and slid her little finger forward to
pet the girl's clitoris.  They stayed in this position for almost two hours
pleasuring each other.  Lisa kept her mouth attached to the woman's breast
for the entire time.  When they finally decided that they had both had
enough orgasms to last them a while, they came out of the bedroom.

   Jack said, "Just in time for a late lunch." There was little
conversation during the meal because all of us were tired, dazed and
thoroughly satisfied.

   Afterwards we sat in the family room and I asked, "Well, this was an
interesting morning.  How do you kids feel about it?  Do you figure it's
better to leave it at a one-time thing, or do you want to continue this
kind of stuff?"

   Jimmy said, "I'd like to do it again.  It's a lot of fun with three
guys, and I'd like to have Lisa and Debbie there, too, if they wanted.  How
about it, Lisa?"

   "I'm not sure.  I like being with Debbie, and I like Jack, but I think
I'll wait.  Maybe later, OK?" Both Jack and I said this was OK with us, and
that she shouldn't do anything she didn't want to or even that she wasn't
sure about.

   The condo buyers asked if they could move in early and pay rent.  I told
them that I couldn't do that, but that they could close escrow early if
they wanted to.  They agreed to that, and the kids and I took Jack and
Debbie up on their offer and moved in with them until we were ready to move
north.  I had looked around and found a small farm with a large old house
and a smaller new one next to it about twenty miles from the college and
far away from the town or any neighbors.  Although both houses were empty,
and I was able to pay cash for the farm, we had to wait until the
contractors I had hired finished renovations.

   Meanwhile, the Jordans showed their computer expertise.  They hacked
into the records of a small town school system and inserted data on Jimmy
and Lisa giving them my last name.  I requested and received transcripts
for both of them so I knew the scheme worked.

   Now the various sexual combinations we had agreed to were a full time
occupation for the week or so before the three of us left.  Jack again
helped me hook up the trailer and the three of us drove straight through
with only one overnight stop for rest.

   We parked the trailer next to the barn and lived in it while the workmen
finished up and until the household furnishings arrived in the moving van.
We moved into the large house, and I wasn't sure what to do with the
smaller one, since I didn't want any neighbors too close.  It took about
three weeks for us to settle in, I had enrolled my "niece and nephew" in
the local school, and had them send for the kids' "transcripts." I took
over the Letters and Science Division of the local community college.  We
were talking one evening over dinner, and Lisa said, "If Jack and Debbie
visit us here, do you think all five of us could do stuff?"

   "Sure, as long as you are certain it's what you want, Lisa."

   "Yeah, the more I thought about it the more I'd like to try something.
Do you want to hear what it is?" Both Jimmy and I said we did.

   "Well, Jack's bigger around than you are so suppose he sat on the bed
and I sat on his legs so he was in my vagina, and you sat facing the other
direction so you were in my backside and Jimmy was standing up so I could
suck him.  I think I would really like that."

   "And, Debbie could reach between and play with your clitoris at the same
time," Jimmy added.

   Jack and I had taken to encrypting our e-mail and the next one to him
contained Lisa's description and invitation.  Three days later we had
visitors.

   Within a month, Jack and Debbie had moved up to the smaller house so
they would have a place to run their business, but most of the time we all
live in the large house.  I had the wall between two bedrooms removed, we
put two king size beds side by side, and we all sleep together.  I'm
continually amazed at how sexually creative the two kids have become.  They
come up with the most delightful combinations and variations, and, for the
fun of it, we calculated and determined that our household averages between
thirty and forty orgasms a day.  It has been three years and none of us is
even slightly interested in slowing down.

   In addition, the Jordans' Internet business is more lucrative than they
had ever hoped, I've rejuvenated the department at the college and it's
flourishing, and the kids seem quite happy and are doing extremely well at
school, and involved in the social and community activities there.

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