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 A World of My Choosing   An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh   Chapter
Twenty-Eight   Anna and Iain say I should quit thinking so much.  They say
I should allow our new world to evolve by itself.  I disagree.  I want to
shape it into a world of my choosing.  I didn't choose it.  I was chosen
for it without my knowing.  If I had known, perhaps I would not have chosen
to come here but I'm here and I'm going to stay.  On that, I have no
choice. But I do have a choice of what I do here.  I'm going to do my damn
best to make it a world of my choosing, a world filled with love, not
hatred.

   Only Iain and Anna know what I'm thinking.  I bounce ideas off the two
of them constantly and get great feedback from them.  Both of them are
independent enough so I know they aren't agreeing just to make me happy. 
James and Toby and Caitlyn are too immature and look up to me too much to
understand.  Désirée?  Who knows?

   I think about the kind of loving family I want to build out of the
twenty of us, the family of mankind.  Our family will evolve in future
generations.  Maybe by the time I'm a grandfather I can look at our world
and be content that I've shaped it into my world.  In a hundred years, I
won't be here but my descendants will.  My ideas may not last but I want to
give them a chance.

   I know my love for Anna is the best thing in my life.  Every time I look
at her I feel overwhelmed by my love for her.  More than once she's caught
me looking at her and smiled at me and we've had a fleeting moment of
connection.  I wonder if she's felt the same overwhelming love for me on
occasion.  I hope so.

   I think a lot about the meaning of love.  I know my love for Anna is
real, as real as anything in my life.  It isn't tangible.  I can't hand it
to her.  I can't let her reach into my heart and feel the love I have for
her.  I know I would die protecting her if necessary.  Of course, sex with
her is part of that love but what I want is really to be one with her.  I
would be satisfied if I could join with her without sex; at least I think I
would.  But sex is life and life is sex and I want to spend my life with
her.  I want to have children with her and grow old with her.

   I understand James when he says there is a hole in him because he had
never been loved before coming here.  I was loved by my parents during my
early years but there was still a hole in me because of what happened to
them and because I had denied myself so much during the following years. 
Anna has filled in that hole to overflowing.  Of course, come to think of
it, I have filled in her hole to overflowing occasionally too.

   I know I love Iain too and I suppose Caitlyn as well.  Iain is like the
brother I never had and I rely on him more and more to keep me on course. I
count him the closest friend I have ever had.  I almost made an
unforgivable mistake with him once.  Now we have developed a complete trust
in each other and I need that.  He still refuses to talk about his early
life but somehow he has made a good man of himself.  Caitlyn is his love
and I suppose he feels about her like I feel about Anna.  What can any man
know about the love which binds another couple together?

   I know I love James but that isn't in anyway sexual.  I want to be the
father he never had and to show him a father's love.  I can't imagine the
misery of his early life and I want to make his life in our new world one
that is filled with love.  He needs it and I want to give him my love too.

   Toby is a loveable boy too.  I try to treat him with the same love I
accord James and he seems to welcome it.  His life before joining us was
full of despair because he didn't have the love of his parents and his love
for them was futile.  He and James are almost like twins.  They are often
gone exploring and when they are around I never know when some new boyish
mischief will erupt.  It is a real pleasure to have both of them around. 
Both defer to me as a father or leader and do what work I ask of them with
enthusiasm and happiness.  Perhaps it's the love I show for them, maybe a
father's love, which makes them so respectful and cooperative.

   Désirée is still a mystery.  With her strict religious upbringing in The
Brethren, I expected her to be shocked at our attitude toward nudity and
sex.  She wasn't shocked; she was delighted.  She enjoys the communal baths
we take and just smiles at me if I see her naked, as when she was going in
the toilet one night when I was coming out.  She revels in being naked with
us at the beach.  When she looks at me with those strange beautiful eyes
and smiles at me, my day is always better.  Given time, I know I will learn
to love her too.  Her happiness is contagious.

   I wonder about my ideas of encouraging love among all the members of our
colony, especially sexual love.  I told myself I didn't mind if Anna shared
her body occasionally with Toby and James.  They both seem to understand
that she is the woman with whom I want to have children and that my love
for her is light years stronger than theirs.  When they were making love
with her, the tenderness and caring they showed for her makes me think she
was wise to give them a little taste of a woman's love.  They return that
love to her.  That's easy to see in the way they treat her with respect and
caring every day.

   I keep thinking of ways we might share sex and love.  I can't really
believe a woman would want to be part of a gang bang.  That is simply too
much like fucking without caring and that's not what I want to foster. 
Perhaps we could establish a custom, maybe once a month, of having loving
sex with others but just one person each.  Which would be better: some sort
of random method which would give the women, or perhaps the men, no choice
or some sort of method which let them choose a new partner for the night?
Maybe the ones choosing could be women one time and men the next time.

   We could all assemble in the great room, all those who wanted to play,
and then the women could take turns choosing a man for the night.  The next
time the men could choose a woman.  Everyone would have to agree that, once
chosen, they could not refuse to participate.  That might work.  The
partners could retire to a bed chamber or they could stay in the lounge and
let others watch them.  That would be damn good entertainment.  Who would
miss TV?  I certainly wouldn't.

   Who would I choose?  I couldn't choose Anna since I sleep with her the
other nights in the month.  Caitlyn?  Désirée?  Another of the ten women?
In the course of a year or two, I might have one night with each of the
women.  But how would I feel if Anna spent one night with each of the men?
I cannot deny her the right to do what I do, not if I truly want women to
enjoy the same freedom as men.

   What if one couple wanted to play with another couple and both men had
sex with both women?  Or maybe the men had sex with each other while the
women watched and then the women had sex with each other while the men
watched.  If they were still in the great room, I suppose everybody might
watch.  I don't ever want to judge the sexual affairs of others.  Maybe
Anna and I might play with Iain and Caitlyn.  Maybe Anna and Caitlyn might
like to watch me and Iain.  I would love to see the two of them making
love.

   Iain and I consider ourselves married to Caitlyn and Anna and we both
want to have children with them.  What if James and Toby wanted to join
together with two girls in a new form of marriage in which they each
consider themselves married to two wives or two husbands and they never
know whose child the wives have.  I wouldn't want Aimee's job of keeping a
genealogical record for them.

   Some of the women will likely have their periods at any given time and
would not want to play with the others.  If two were out of action that
would leave two spare men.  What would they do?  Make love with each other?
Or maybe some couples might choose to let them play?  A ménage a trois? 
Damn!  How did I ever get suckered into all this?

   We would need something to set the tone or the atmosphere for the night.
Maybe Iain might record something in that beautiful voice of his, a song in
a language I've never heard and yet I know its meaning, and let Aimee play
it back.  That might be good.  Maybe he could ask Aimee to provide some
romantic background music for the night.  Music can always evoke emotions
in me.  It couldn't be marches, I suppose.  Maybe waltzes.

   I can't make up my mind about religion: whether it inspires love or
hatred and whether to encourage it, discourage it, or ignore it.  I know my
own belief and I'm unswerving in it: that there is no god and no hereafter
and this life is all there is.  But others who come here will probably have
different beliefs.  I can't force them to change.  I can try to persuade
them.  But should I?  If they wish to bring their old religion into our new
world, should I respect their choice?

   Maybe there is within us something which wants to believe in a religion,
in a god, and in a life after death.  Atheism demands a lot of strength and
courage and most people do not have that courage.  I would like to believe
that the essential I will continue after death, perhaps eternally, but that
belief is as frightening as the belief that I will cease to exist.  Perhaps
we can create our own new religion by choosing the best from the old ones.
Will I have the wisdom to guide that religion?  Who knows?

   I know our universe is filled with solar systems by the millions, by
galaxies, clusters of galaxies, and super clusters of clusters.  And now I
know that our universe is only one of many.  There must be other life on
some other planets in all these unimaginable universes.  We would have to
have a big god to care for and love all the inhabitants of these worlds,
not the little god or gods that humans have created.  I simply cannot
believe that such a god exists.

   All I can do is the right thing as best I can see it.  I firmly believe
that how we choose to live this life is the ultimate moral question we must
answer.  We can choose to fill it with love, not just self-love, but love
for others, the beginning of a world full of love and caring.  We can
choose to fill it with hatred, which destroys others but is always
self-destructive as well.  I choose love.  I want all the others to choose
love.  I will do my best to keep hatred from beginning.

   I want to do my best to make sure their bellies are full so out of love
I choose to make a garden to feed us.  I want to protect them from raptors
and bears and who knows what and so I throw myself at a huge bear.  I want
to do my best to make sure their other needs are met and the need for sex
is one of the most demanding.  Sex draws us together, both physically and
spiritually, if that's the right word.  It's the ultimate act of love if we
make it so.  It can't be selfish love.  It must be sharing love.

   There is one thing I know and know with certainty.  Love is uplifting
and synergistic.  Once given, it is likely to be returned.  Given again, it
is stronger and binds the lovers together in bonds which are difficult to
break.  I can't separate love from sex.  Maybe others can but I can't.  Sex
is the ultimate act of love, joining two bodies together in the desire to
be one and then to create new life in children.  With love our colony might
survive and prosper.  With hatred it might not.

   Damn it, why do I have to worry about stuff like this?  Why can't I just
let somebody tell me what to do?  I know the answer: there is no one else.
It is up to me.  It is all up to me!  It is the world of my choosing and
perhaps it will be for generations to come.  My strength of will can make
it so.  I must find the courage to do what I can to ensure the survival of
our colony and our descendants.  Perhaps I can have the wisdom to lead all
of us in a world filled with love.

   <><><>

   I have finally started something that I have been contemplating for some
time: a file on each of us, including myself.  I remembered how the Major,
Crash, had assembled a big file on me and I wanted files on each of us.  I
wanted to start with the condition - physical, mental, and psychological,
if that's the right word - of each of us.  Anna heartily endorsed the idea
so I have now started.  Given enough rainy cold days, I might be able to
complete the files for the first seven before spring.
I can't maintain the files in printed form on paper, as the Major had
done for me.  Instead, Anna and I are working with Aimee in the privacy of
our bedroom to record my memories and observations.  Aimee then prints the
rough draft of a file on our tablets, blocked so no one else can access it,
and we revise and expand it.  We let the file rest for a few days and then

do a second revision.

   My plan is to let the person in the file see it after it is completed
and then to add their own memories and observations if they wish.  I know
they will not trust me as much if I keep their file secret.  If I let them
have unfettered access, perhaps that will engender more trust.  We've got
to have trust as well as love.

   I have completed my file and I am almost through with the rough draft of
Iain's file.  He knows about its existence and that I will let him have
access and input at a later date.  He thinks the idea of the files is a
good one and has been helping me.  I'm including everything, even the parts
where I did things I regret, such as trying to rape him.  Eventually I
would like all twenty of us to have access to all the files.  Understanding
where the others came from and the sort of life they lived in their old
world should help all of us love each other.

   <><><>

   "When you and Caitlyn talked to Jean-Nicole last night, did she seem
receptive to what we've talked about?" I asked.

   "No, not receptive," Anna said.  "That's not the right word.  Maybe
eager is better.  She can hardly wait.  She wants to know what sex is like.
She wants somebody to make love to her.  She wants to be fucked, David.  I
still think you should do the poor girl a favor."

   In a cold misty rain, Anna and I were checking the rabbit snares.  We
were both dressed for outdoors in matching outfits with rain capes on top,
hoods over our heads.  We had just come across our first kill and I was in
the process of finding a new spot for the snare.  After every kill, I liked
to move the snare somewhere else.

   "Have you and Caitlyn given her some idea of what she might expect?" I
asked.

   "Yes, we did our best to make it clear that what happens to her will be
totally within her control.  She's a mature intelligent assertive woman,
David, not a child.  If a man tried to rape her, he would probably end up
without some private parts."

   "Well, I'm not going to try.  I like my private parts."

   "I do too."

   "You say she wants to be fucked," I said.  "I thought we were going to
just play tonight, you know, everything but putting peter in a pussy."

   "You're so eloquent."

   "Thank you.  You said we were going to demonstrate some of the things we
like to do and let her watch first and then let her do it too if she wants
to.  Is that still on?"

   "Yes.  I thought you and I might demonstrate something, Iain and Caitlyn
something they like, and then James and Toby could do the same things with
Désirée."

   "Sounds good to me but let's just let one couple show her something at a
time.  I like to watch.  Maybe Iain can get Caitlyn to suck his dick and I
can watch."

   "You just want her to suck yours.  You're a pervert."

   "Thank you.  What do you want me to do first with you?"

   "Something simple.  Maybe you could kiss me and put your mouth on my
breasts and finger fuck me.  Then you could watch James or Toby doing it
with her.  Maybe both."

   "At the same time?  I'd like to see that.  Can I get my head between
your legs next?"

   "I thought you'd like me to suck your dick next," she said.

   "Either one is OK.  And don't tell me you don't want to watch Iain doing
it with Caitlyn and then James and Toby doing the same thing with Désirée."

   "She can't suck two dicks at the same time.  She can do what pleases
her, David.  Keep that in mind no matter what we do."

   "Just no fucking, huh?  What if she wants to?"

   "We'll all do just what she wants.  Let her make up her own mind."

   I turned around and held her hand while she climbed up a rocky part of
the path.  She gave me her left hand and kept her spear in her right, just
the way I had taught her.  I pulled her up against me and gave her a wet
kiss.

   "What if she wants you to lick her pussy?A" I whispered in her ear.

   "It won't be my first," she answered.

   "Damn, I'd like to see that.  I'm a voyeur and a pervert."

   "No, you're just a man."

   We came upon another rabbit and I tied it to my belt and then moved the
snare.

   "I wish we had a weather forecast.  I think there's a cold front behind
this rain and we might have frost tonight.  I think we ought to put pine
straw over the tender plants in the garden.  Not the collards and turnip
greens and stuff like that.  They can stand a light freeze."

   "Let's all go do that this afternoon.  Désirée has already cut up two
rabbits for dinner and she's going to bake some bread.  What else do you
want?"

   "That winter spinach is ready.  Some of that very lightly sautéed with
olive oil and garlic would be good.  Maybe some potatoes too.  Are there
any tomatoes left?"

   "Lots of them.  Maybe I could do some fried green tomatoes.  You expect
James and Toby to eat spinach?"

   "I like fried green tomatoes.  My mother used to cook spinach like that
and I loved it."

   "Let's all take a bath together after dinner.  Would you let me and
Caitlyn and Désirée wash your dick so it will be squeaky clean for me to
suck?"

   "Do you think Caitlyn and Désirée would like to suck it too?"

   "I love you, you pervert," she said.  "I'll see what I can do to
encourage them."

   "Thank you.  Are you cold?"

   "A little, but it's good to be cold after so many hot days.  Do you
think we'll have snow here?  That would be nice."

   "I think it's possible," I said.  "It's just the eleventh month and
winter hasn't even started yet.  I don't think we'll have heavy snows.  The
trees here don't look like they've ever been damaged by heavy snow or ice."

   "Well, come on.  Désirée said she would have a hot breakfast ready when
we get home.  It is our home now; isn't it?"

   "Yeah."

   <><><>

   We shared another communal bath that night, three girls and four guys.
Anna and Caitlyn were spared the task of washing four dicks.  Désirée
wanted to do the job herself.  Except for infants, she had never touched a
man's penis and she wanted to become acquainted with that appendage.

   She started with James.  When he removed his loincloth, his penis was
still hanging down.  With a warm soapy washcloth and her hands, it was
pointing at the ceiling in less than a minute.  She was fascinated with the
way the skin slid up and down so easily and with the red shiny head.  When
she squeezed his testicles a little too hard he groaned loudly.

   She washed Toby's dick next and repeated the task, except that his was
already hard and standing up before she ever got her hands on it.  He put
his hands on her hips and kept poking his penis at her like he was offering
it to her.  She stroked it a few times and then moved on.

   Iain was next.  She scrubbed his penis with a soapy washcloth for about
ten seconds, dropped the cloth, and just used her hand.  Caitlyn whispered
something to her.  Désirée put her hand, palm upward, under his tianga and
Caitlyn pushed it down to horizontal with one finger.  Maybe they were
measuring it.  With her finger tips touching his tolos, the head of his
tianga was almost touching her wrist.

   Désirée and Anna finally got around to me.  My penis was already erect
in anticipation of whatever was going to happen.  Désirée scrubbed it and
my testicles thoroughly and then she and Anna did the measuring thing with
mine.  She pulled back and looked up at me when she saw that the head of my
penis was well up on her wrist.  Anna whispered something to her and she
giggled again.  She whispered back to Anna and then wrapped her hand around
my penis and stroked it a few times.  I wanted her to drop to her knees. 
Anna whispered to her again and she dropped to her knees, took the head of
my penis in her mouth, and gave it a good sucking.  Well, at least in my
imagination, she did.

   In the lounge, Anna and Caitlyn and Désirée told us how they wanted us
to arrange the furniture.  Anna asked Toby and James and Iain to bring
three twin-size mattresses to the lounge and to arrange them side by side
and then to bring lots of pillows.  Once they had done that, she had us
move two couches to each side of the mattresses and place a single chair at
one end of the center mattress.

   Désirée stood and looked at the arrangement for a moment and then told
us where to sit.  On one couch, she asked me, Anna, and Toby to sit. 
Without a word, we did.  On the other, she asked Iain, Caitlyn, and James
to sit.  They obeyed too.  She sat down in the single chair and looked at
us for a moment.

   "I want to talk to you all before we do anything.  You may think I'm bad
because of what I want to do but I don't care.  There's a reason why I want
to do this my way.  I hope you'll understand.  I just feel like I've got to
do this to be free.  Anna says I've got to let go of any unhappiness and
hatred I felt in my old life.  Well, this is my way of letting go."

   She sat there in the chair with her hands on her thighs, legs together
and leaned slightly to one side, the way women do when they want to be
modest.  She made eye contact with each one of us, took a couple of deep
breaths, stood up, and smiled.

   She walked to the center of the mattresses, lifted her hands up, and
turned around slowly.  I thought of something I'd seen once somewhere, a
goddess arising from the sea.  She was youthful perfection, a tall
girl-woman with flawless skin untouched by the sun, long arms and legs,
breasts that needed no brassiere, a small waist, a mature woman's hips
ready for giving birth, a perfect derriere, a hairless little mound with a
virginal-looking crease, and mesmerizing eyes set in a beautiful face.

   "This is my body," she said, and then repeated it.  "This is my body. 
It belongs to me and to me only.  No one else has a claim on it.  I will
not be subservient to any man.  If I ever have sex with a man, it will be
because I want it, not because he does.  I hope you guys understand that."

   She looked directly at me while she said that.  She was completely
serious, frowning even, but still beautiful.

   "The Elders said that woman was made from man's rib because god saw that
man was lonely.  They said that it was ordained by god that woman must
always be subservient to man.  My father said that it was intended by god
that he should be my lord and master until the day when he gave me to
another man and then my husband would be my lord and master and I should
always be subservient to him."

   "When we ate our meals in the dining hall, the women always served all
the men first and then all the children.  After they finished eating, all
the women and older girls sat down and ate what was left.  That's how
subservient we were."

   "I've talked to Caitlyn about her religion and in lots of ways it was
like the one I was brought up in: a bunch of old men telling everybody what
was right and wrong and what we should do to please god.  Her priests were
never supposed to have sex and I don't think The Elders did either.  I was
always scared of them with their black hats set just so on their heads and
their long beards."

   "I had to wear my hair up in a bun and then put a little cap on that.  I
had to wear dresses with long sleeves and the dress had to come down to my
ankles.  I wasn't supposed to let anybody else see this body except my
husband on my wedding night.  I could let my hair down with him.  Well, I
want you all to see this body."

   "I used to daydream that maybe they had it all wrong.  Maybe there was
no god, you know, an old grandfather with a long white beard.  Maybe there
was a goddess, a young beautiful female, who created woman first and then
made man so we could have somebody to worship us.  Don't laugh.  I've seen
David looking at Anna.  He knows what I'm talking about.  He worships her.
I've seen Iain look at Caitlyn the same way.

   "I miss my family, especially my sisters.  I wish I could have taken
them away with me but I knew I couldn't.  I don't miss my two older
brothers.  They think they've got to be just like my father.  I miss my
little brother Daniel.  He was so sweet and cute.  I don't miss my mother.
She was just a zombie who never smiled.  I felt sorry for her."

   "Now, I've got just one thing to say to The Elders.  It's the same thing
that Caitlyn says she wanted to say to the priests.  Fuck you!  Yeah, I can
cuss too.  I was always careful never to cuss at school because somebody
would tell my parents and my father would beat me again.  Well, now it's my
turn and I say, `Fuck you!  Fuck you, all you old men, you priests and
elders and preachers!  All you religious know-it-alls.  Fuck you!'"

   She stopped for a moment and I saw tears trickling down both cheeks. 
She sniffed a few times and then continued.

   "Anna and Caitlyn have talked to me about what we might do tonight. 
They say they want to demonstrate some of the things they like with David
and Iain.  I asked them what about James and Toby.  They said James and
Toby would like to do the same things with me.  I want them to know that's
OK with me.

   "I suppose you all know I'm a little scared because I've never done
anything with a man before.  Anna and Caitlyn say I'm in control of
whatever is done tonight, that nobody will do anything to me unless I want
them to.  They say you guys know what stop means and you'd better do it if
you know what's good for you.  I hope I don't need to say stop.  Now I'm
going to sit down and let you show me what you like to do when you make
love."

   She turned slowly in a circle.  Her head was held high and her arms were
lifted.  I thought I saw a look of determination, maybe pride, maybe a lot
of pain.  Some lucky man was going to worship her when she completely
surrendered to love with him.

   Anna and I took center stage, that is, center mattress, and showed her
how we sometimes began our love making.  We didn't hurry.  We were slow and
gentle with each other.  I rolled half on top of her and kissed her mouth
and her breasts and teased the little lips of her pussy apart with my
fingers.  She rolled half on top of me and kissed me all over my face and
nipped at the little nubs on my chest with her teeth and played with my
penis and testicles.  I squirmed when she bit my nipples and she giggled. I
didn't want to stop but she stood up and held out her hand to me.

   "Désirée, may James and Toby do with you what David and I just did?" she
asked.  "I believe they would like to."

   I sat on the edge of the couch and watched.  They let Désirée lay down
on the center mattress, tucked a pillow under her head, and then lay down
on each side of her.  Everything they did was slow and gentle and loving. I
watched as they alternated kissing her and sucking on her nipples and
constantly caressing her.  I silently placed a bet that James would be the
first one to touch her between her legs and I lost.

   Toby began to explore first but James soon followed his lead.  First
Toby's finger was playing in her vagina and then James' finger was gently
stroking upward toward her clitoris.  Désirée explored too and found
spring-steel erections on the two boys.  She held on to them, not moving,
just holding, while James and Toby were playing with her.  I could have
watched longer but Anna acted as the master, I mean, mistress of ceremonies
again.

   "You three, clear the deck now," she said.  "Iain and Caitlyn want to
show you something they like.  Caitlyn was reluctant to do it at first but
now she says she loves to do it to Iain.  I like it when David does it to
me.  He likes it when I do it to him.  I think you'll like it too, when
James and Toby do it to you.  They're very good at it."

   Caitlyn wasn't shy any more.  She knew how to position herself so Iain
could do it to her.  She lay down on her back, lifted her knees and spread
her legs wide apart.  Her little hairless pussy was on display for a few
seconds before Iain's face hid it.  Désirée was fascinated by what they
were doing.  She crawled out of the chair, knee walked to the side of
Caitlyn and Iain, and leaned over to watch.  Caitlyn smiled at her and then
closed her eyes.  Iain's eyes were closed but his mouth was open and his
tongue was moving up between the lips of Caitlyn's little pussy.

   Anna gave them a minute or so before she asked Iain and Caitlyn to swap
places.  Iain doubled a pillow and put it under his neck.  I suppose he
wanted to watch Caitlyn suck his tianga.  She didn't hesitate.  She cupped
one hand under his tolos, wrapped the other around his tianga, and licked
the head like it was an ice cream cone about to melt.  Then she took the
head in her mouth and I saw her cheeks cave in.  Maybe she was a born cock
sucker and just didn't know it.  It was hard to believe she had been shy
about doing things like that just a month ago.

   Désirée looked surprised and more than a little curious.  She leaned
closer to watch.  When she looked at Iain, he smiled and winked at her. 
When she looked closely at Caitlyn, she couldn't smile because her lips
were wrapped around something big.

   I could tell that Anna and Caitlyn had orchestrated our play in advance.
All Anna had to do was touch Caitlyn on the shoulder and she stood up.  She
motioned with her thumb for Iain to relinquish the center mattress.

   James and Toby helped Désirée lay down on the center mattress, tucked a
pillow under her head, and then lay down beside her.  I guessed that James
might be first to part her thighs and I was right.  He left Toby with his
mouth on one breast and his hand on the other and moved down between her
legs.  I watched as he kissed his way up the inside of Désirée's thighs and
then licked the little crease and the barely-protruding lips.  He didn't
try to get at her clit right away.  He just slowly and patiently licked
her. I saw the lips slowly separate and fold back and he kept licking
between them.  He pulled back and looked at where he had been licking.  I
suppose he was satisfied with what he had accomplished.  He stopped,
touched Toby on the shoulder and pointed between her legs.  He flopped down
beside Désirée and started kissing her.

   Toby didn't hesitate.  In fact, he went at his task with more energy
than James had.  Watching two young boys with a beautiful woman was about
as erotic a scene as I could imagine.  Toby's ass was up in the air and I
could see his balls hanging low but I couldn't see his dick.  I leaned to
one side and saw why: it was hugging his stomach and it looked as rigid as
mine.  He must have liked what he was doing.  From where his face was
pressed against her, I guessed that he must have been tongue-fucking her
for a few seconds and then licking all the way up to her clitoris.  If it
was out from under its hood, it must have been small.  I couldn't see it.

   Damn, Anna stopped them.  She touched James and Toby on their shoulders,
motioned for them to stand up, and held out her hand to help Désirée stand.
Then she had the two boys lie down side by side and motioned for Désirée to
help herself.  She understood.  She straddled one leg of each of the boys,
leaned over, wrapped her hands around two stiff dicks, and alternated
between sucking each of them.  Both had their hands under their head, eyes
closed, slight smile on their lips.  Iain and Caitlyn sat on one couch and
Anna and I sat on the other while we all watched.

   When Anna stood up and held out her hand to me, I was puzzled.  She led
me over beside Désirée, touched her on the shoulder, pointed at my penis,
and dropped down on her knees.  Désirée didn't hesitate.  She started
stroking and sucking my penis.  She gave me a moment, bent over again, and
gave James and then Toby the same treatment.  As soon as Désirée
relinquished my penis, Anna cupped her hand under my testicles, wrapped her
hand around my penis, and took it in her mouth.  When she looked up at me,
I whispered, "Thank you."

   Caitlyn led Iain over to the other side of Désirée, touched her on the
shoulder, pointed at Iain's tianga, and then knelt down beside the boys. 
Désirée took his tianga in her mouth but she held on to the two in her
hands.  When she let it go and leaned over again, Caitlyn pounced and I saw
her cheeks caving in again as she sucked him.

   Anna stood up, walked around the three on the mattress, and touched
Caitlyn on her back.  When she looked up, Anna pointed at my penis.  I
couldn't believe I was going to be sucked by both, no, all three of them.
Caitlyn walked around, dropped to her knees, smiled up at me, cupped one
hand under my testicles and wrapped the other around my penis.  She took a
couple of deep beaths and sucked on the head until her cheeks caved in. 
Then she held it straight up and licked from my balls all the way to the
head of my dick.  Again and again.  It was almost too much.  I still wanted
to squirt a load down her throat.

   Damn, it was almost too much.  I stood there looking at Désirée bent
over first James and then Toby and I knew from the expression on their
faces which one was getting her attention.  I looked at Iain standing
there, eyes closed, smile on his face, with his hands on Anna's shoulder,
while she sucked on his tianga.  I looked down at Caitlyn, one hand on the
shaft of my dick, the other cradling my balls, her mouth and tongue moving
back and forth on the head.  I wondered where this orgy was going. 
Somebody was going to get fucked tonight, maybe three somebodies.

   I woke up when Anna stood up and acted as mistress of ceremonies again.
"Désirée, this is all we have planned.  Would you like to keep playing? 
What do you want to do next?"

   I wanted Caitlyn to keep at me until she got a mouthful but she stood up
too.  Then Désirée stood up too.  Last James and Toby scrambled to their
feet.

   "Anna, you and Caitlyn said I can do anything I want tonight," Désirée
said.  "You said that everything would be under my control.  Is that
right?"

   "Yes, Désirée, no man owns you," Anna said.  "You have every right to
decide what you want to do with your body.  We'll all do what you say."

   "OK.  I'm going to lie down on my back on the center mattress," Désirée
said.  "I want David to get down on his knees and straddle me.  I'm going
to masturbate him, I mean, jack him off.  I want to see him squirt.  The
rest of you can just watch and then somebody else can take the center
mattress."

   Who was I to object?  I didn't mind if she let off a little pressure. 
As horny as I was, I knew I'd be good for at least one more orgasm, maybe
two.

   She stretched out on the center mattress, put a pillow under her head,
and held out her hands to me.  I straddled her long lean body, held her
hands, and dropped to my knees over her.  I started to lean over her, maybe
to kiss her, but she pushed me back upright.  I didn't know what to do with
my hands.  I put my arms behind me and held my hands together.  She
motioned for me to move up.  I knee walked up a little until I was
straddling her at her waist.  She nodded.  That was what she wanted.  I
knew what she was going to get: a face full.

   She cupped one hand under my testicles and started stroking me with the
other.  I rolled my hips forward and watched her.  Her eyes were focused on
my penis and her hand moving rapidly back and forth.  Then she took the
other hand off my testicles and wrapped it around my penis in a two-handed
jack-off.

   At first I didn't object but her dry hand closest to the end was rubbing
against the uncovered head.  I didn't like that.  Anna saw me wince and
took pity on me.  She leaned over, took the head of my penis in her mouth,
and pulled back leaving her saliva all over the head.  Désirée started
stroking me again.  That was better.  After a few strokes, I felt the
unmistakable feeling of an impending orgasm.  I didn't say anything.

   The first pulse flew a couple of feet straight into Désirée's face.  She
gasped.  The second flew the same distance into her open mouth.  The rest
sprayed trails and spots down her throat, between her breasts, and onto her
stomach.

   She laid there, one eye open, the other closed, with a trail of semen
from her forehead, over one eye, and down her cheek.  She had her mouth
tightly closed.  I wondered what she was going to do.  She swallowed once,
twice, and then smiled at me.

   "It tastes better than that damned boiled okra my father made me eat,"
she said, and giggled.  "It's about as slimy though."

   I knelt there on top of her.  She still had one hand on my penis. 
Another glob of semen drooled out the slit.  She surprised me again.  She
craned her neck upward and opened her mouth.  I shuffled closer.  She took
the head in her mouth and sucked it clean.  I didn't know what to say or
do. She certainly wasn't what I expected the first time I saw her.  I
rolled off and collapsed beside her.

   "Who's next?" Désirée asked and then giggled again.

   I laid there, breath rasping in and out, and waited.  The problem was we
had three more guys and only two more women.  Anna took charge.

   "I think Caitlyn should do a two-for-one, both James and Toby, and let
me do Iain," she said.

   Désirée and I moved to one of the couches, side by side.  I put my arm
over her shoulders, pulled her to me, and leaned over.  She met me in a
kiss, opened her mouth to me, and tried to swab out my tonsils.

   When I looked up, James and Toby were side by side on their backs on the
center mattress, Caitlyn was straddling one leg on each, and she was
already stroking two erect penises at the same time.

   Anna was impatient.  She took Iain's hand, led him to another mattress,
and then stretched out on her back.  Iain straddled her, knelt down, and
she started stroking another hard-on.  All I could do was watch the five of
them in amazement.  Within a minute or two, James sprayed his own face,
Toby sprayed all over the place, and Iain tried to give Anna a facial and
didn't quite succeed.

   Anna dragged one finger through Iain's semen on her stomach, held it out
to Caitlyn, and waited.  Caitlyn frowned.  Anna shrugged and stuck her
finger in her own mouth.  James wiped his semen off his cheek and held out
his finger to Caitlyn.  She hesitated but she took his finger in her mouth
and sucked it clean.  Toby dragged his finger though his semen and then
held his arm straight up, one finger pointed.  Désirée jumped off the
couch, sucked his finger clean, and then flopped down beside me and giggled
again.

   I leaned back and stretched my long legs out in front of me.  Désirée
stretched her long legs out beside mine.  The others crawled off the floor
and flopped on a couch, legs out straight too.  We all sat there, looking
at each other and grinning.  Désirée leaned over me, found my mouth with
hers, and I tongue-fucked her this time.  I opened my eyes and saw Caitlyn
alternating between kissing James and Toby and the back of Iain's head
blocking my view of Anna's face.  Damn, where was all this going?  Where
was it going to end?

   A couple of minutes later, Désirée stood up and looked around.

   "Is it OK if I do something else?" she asked.  "I think you guys might
like it."

   She got six approvals.

   "Good!  Then I want you four guys to do what I say.  I'm a virgin now
but in just a few minutes I won't be.  I want to try on four different
penises for size."

   "Are you sure?" Anna asked.  "You might not be walking straight
tomorrow."

   "Yes, damn it," she said.  "See!  I told you I can cuss too.  I don't
want them on top of me.  I don't want to be subservient to them.  I want to
do it on top of them, one at a time, just for a minute.  I've been told all
my life that I had to preserve my virginity for some man and then they
wouldn't even let me choose that man.  And then my mother told me to let
the man get on top of me.  Well, fuck them!  I'm going to do what I want
to. I want to do it here in front of everybody and I want you all to watch
and then I want everybody to celebrate my freedom with me."

   I saw her eyes, those beautiful eyes, become shiny with tears again and
heard a quaver in her voice.  I thought she was about to cry.  Anna must
have thought the same thing.  She pulled Désirée against her, put her hand
behind her head, and held her.

   "You're free, Désirée," Anna whispered.  "You're free!  Whatever you
want, we'll do."

   Anna held out her hand to me and pulled me to one side of Désirée.  I
put my hand on her shoulder and gently rubbed her.  She sobbed quietly for
a minute and then pushed back and smiled at us.

   "Come here, James," she said.  "You're going to be first."

   James looked at me, at her, at the others, but stood there just a few
feet away from her.

   "Désirée, I want to," he said.  "But if it's OK with you, I want Toby to
be first."

   I suppose he could see the surprise on her face and on mine.

   "Look, David's talked to me about the kind of love he wants us all to
show for each other," he said.  "Well, Toby's my best buddy.  I want to do
something for him, something unselfish.  I want you to let him do it with
you first.  That is, if it's OK with you."

   I looked at Toby.  His eyes and mouth were wide open.

   Désirée walked over to James, put her hands on each side of his face,
and kissed him on the mouth, not a swift innocent kiss, but an open-mouthed
kiss that lasted for a while.  When she turned him loose and whispered
"You're sweet" to him, he had a dreamy smile on his face.  Then she turned
back to the rest of us.

   "If I can do what I want to, I'm going to need four guys with hard
penises.  Anna and Caitlyn, would you two make sure the rest of the guys
have one?  I'll take care of Toby."

   She took poor speechless Toby by the hand and led him to the center
mattress between the two couches.  She put her hand on his shoulder and he
dropped to his knees.  She pushed again and he stretched out on his back. I
saw that his penis was still standing up over his abdomen, a
fourteen-year-old rigid penis, ready to penetrate her virginal pussy.

   "Anna, would you and Caitlyn stay here and help me?" she said.  "You
guys can all sit down on the couch.  We'll call you when we want you."

   Anna and Caitlyn stood on each side of Toby.  James and Iain and I sat
down on the edge of the couch to await our turn.  Toby lay there flat on
his back looking up at Désirée.

   She straddled his body, held her head up high, and looked around at the
rest of us.  Toby's neck was lifted and he was looking up at what lay
between her thighs.  James took mercy on him.  He dropped to his knees,
found a pillow, and put it under Toby's head.  He stayed there behind
Toby's head, probably so he could be closer to the action.

   Désirée folded her long legs, reached between them, held Toby's penis
straight up, and then began to lower herself on it.  She may have been a
virgin but her vagina must have been wet and receptive.  Only a few seconds
elapsed until his penis disappeared inside her.  She sat there unmoving,
eyes closed, a little smile on her lips.  She moaned, moaned again, and
began to move.  She lifted herself up until I could see almost all the
shaft of Toby's penis, lowered herself, and moaned again, a low guttural
rumble of a moan.  She opened her eyes, looked around, and whispered.  "I'm
not a virgin anymore.  I'm a woman now.  Thank you, Toby.  You're sweet
too."

   She started moving on him.  Up and down, back and forth, all while she
held her head up high, eyes closed, a smile on her lips.  I wondered how
long she was going to ride him.  I didn't know how quick on the trigger
Toby was.  Did she want each of us to anoint her cervix with a load of
semen?  Damn, that would be one messy pussy before she got to me.

   Then I saw the expression on her face change.  Her smile disappeared and
her countenance was plainly that of a woman having an orgasm.  That was a
surprise, for her to have an orgasm so easily and before Toby could.  She
sat there on top of him and every bit of his penis had to be inside her and
all she did was sort of quiver and squirm a little.  Finally she opened her
eyes again and stopped breathing through her mouth.

   "I came, Toby!" she said, looking down at him.  "I had an orgasm with
your penis, not with my fingers.  I liked it lots better!"

   "Yeah, but I didn't come," Toby said.  "Do it some more."

   "Can you wait a little while?" Désirée said.  "I'll do my best to get
back to you."

   Désirée sat there on top of him unmoving until her breathing returned to
normal.  She looked up at Anna and nodded.  Anna touched James on the
shoulder and whispered to him.  He quickly lay down beside Toby and held
his penis straight up.  Désirée stood up, moved over on top of him and let
him look up between her legs for a moment.  Anna held out her hand to Toby
and pulled him up.

   "Just wait, Toby," Anna said.  "I think somebody may help you before
we're through.  Maybe even Désirée.  If she doesn't, I will."

   She looked at me.  I smiled and shrugged my shoulders.  She smiled back
at me.  She didn't need my permission but she had it.

   Désirée repeated the process with James but she didn't have another
orgasm with him.  Neither did he.  She leaned over, whispered something to
him, and stood up.  Anna held out her hand to him and pulled him up.  He
moved over beside Toby and they both stood there slowly stroking their
penises and waiting.

   I didn't know whether Caitlyn would let Désirée do the same thing with
Iain but she did.  As soon as he was flat on his back on the mattress,
Caitlyn dropped to her knees, moved Iain's hand off his tianga, and held it
straight up.  Désirée folded her long legs again and quickly encunted her
third tianga.  Caitlyn stayed on her knees, intently watching as Désirée
went for a brief ride.  All too soon, Anna called time, Désirée stood up,
and they both held out a hand to help Iain stand up.  I knew it was time
for me to play my part and, damn, I was ready.

   I lay down on the center mattress, stuffed a pillow behind my neck, and
put my hands behind my head.  My penis was quivering, lifted a few inches
above my abdomen.  Anna shook her head at me, dropped to her knees beside
me, and held my penis upright.  Désirée straddled me, and started stuffing
my zucchini.  Mine was the biggest out of the four guys and she was slower
in working her way down it.  She stopped with a couple of inches still
showing, breathed deeply, a few times, and looked at me.

   She wasn't satisfied.  She grimaced and slowly wiggled down until her
hairless mound completely hid my penis.  She was tight and hot and wet and
it was so damn good.  She started rocking back and forth and I assumed she
was trying to rub her clitoris on the shaft of my penis.  She lifted up
until most of my penis was showing and then slid back down on it a couple
of times.  When it was completely hidden, she started riding again.  Anna
leaned over and whispered something in her ear, Désirée nodded, and Anna
leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, telling me what to do.

   I reached down and put both hands on Désirée's hips, thumbs inward
toward her pussy.  I put one thumb just above her pussy, at the base of the
little shaft of her clitoris, and pushed up.  There it was.  Her little red
nubbin popped out.  I rubbed my other thumb around to wet it with her
juices, and very gently stroked upward over her clit.  She squirmed.  I did
it again.  She squirmed more.  Her eyes were open wide looking at me, those
beautiful gray eyes.  A slight smile was frozen on her lips.  I rubbed it a
few more times and she wiggled and squirmed.  When she came, she bent over
like she had been hit behind the head, started moaning, and I felt the
muscles in her vagina squeezing and relaxing around the shaft of my penis.

   She didn't seem to be in a hurry to do anything else.  She sat there
with my penis buried to the hilt in her pussy, unmoving, eyes closed,
breathing hard.  I started to put my hands on her hips so I could lift her
and fuck up into her but then I stopped.  I remembered that Anna wanted me
to be subservient to Désirée tonight and not to let my beast loose with
her. I was ready to come, I needed to come, and I knew it wasn't going to
happen unless somebody did something to help me.

   Anna did.  She whispered to James and Toby and they walked over on each
side of Désirée.  They both held an arm and lifted and she struggled to her
feet.  They led her to a couch and she flopped down so hard she moved the
couch back a little.  I started to get up but Anna motioned with her hand
for me to stay put.

   "Désirée," she said, "Caitlyn and I are going for a little ride.  We'll
leave the middle mattress for you if you decide you want to do something
with Toby or James on it."

   And with that, she straddled me, lowered herself, and slid down on my
penis until her ass was on my thighs.  I couldn't see anything between her
mound and mine.  She started slowly, lifting up, sliding down, and it was
so damn good and tight and wet and I knew I wasn't going to last much
longer.  I put my hands under my head and watched her.

   I suppose Caitlyn thought Anna's idea of a little ride sounded good. 
She led Iain to the third mattress, had him lay down on his back, and had
his tianga engulfed in her pussy in about three seconds.  I watched as she
started riding and then synchronized her actions with Anna's.

   I looked to one side: Désirée was sitting up on the edge of the couch
now.  I looked to the other: James and Toby were standing side by side,
both slowly stroking their penises.

   Anna leaned over on me until her breasts were pressed against my chest
and her cheek was next to mine.

   "Thank you for being so good," she whispered.  "You've been very patient
while Caitlyn and I helped Désirée."

   "Well, I can't be patient much longer," I said.  "I'm about as horny as
a zucchini in Désirée's hands.  I want to be stuffed and stuffed good."

   "Just a little bit longer, mon petit concombre," she whispered. 
"Caitlyn is following my lead and we want Désirée on her back on the middle
mattress so James or Toby can give her a real fuck."

   "Are all women as devious as you?" I whispered.  "C'est mon gros
concombre."

   "Yes they are and yes it is.  Now be still.  I'm going to go for a
little ride and when I come I want you to flip me over and let your beast
loose."

   I didn't tell her but she was going to come very quickly.  I was going
to see if she was as responsive as Désirée to my thumb.

   She rose up, put her hands on my shoulders, and started riding.  I
closed my eyes briefly and then opened them when I felt somebody step on
the mattress.  Désirée had Toby by the hand and was getting him in the
position to be ridden.  Damn, we could have a horse race, three of us in a
row being ridden.

   I shut my eyes again and let Anna do her gyrations, up and down, back
and forth, wiggle her ass, bounce on my belly.  I gave her at least a
minute and then I used my thumbs on her.  The juice from her pussy was
drooling down my dick and on my scrotum and I knew she had to be as hot as
I was.  I was right.  She shoved herself down hard on my concumbre and
froze while her petite mimi squeezed it repeatedly.  I waited until her
orgasm was over and then I wrapped my arms around her and started rolling
over.  We bumped into Désirée and Toby and I lost my connection.

   Anna scrambled back on our mattress and spread her arms and legs for me.
I crawled on top of her and let her guide my penis into her little pussy. I
gave her a few strokes and then looked to the side.  Caitlyn and Iain were
getting into position with him on top.  I gave her a few more strokes. 
Désirée wrestled Toby up and around on top of her and showed his penis
where to go.  James walked over and stood next to Désirée and Toby, ready
to be next in line.  I waited until Iain and Toby started thrusting and
then I smiled down at Anna and began to ease my penis in and out of her.

   I heard someone moan and I looked to the side again.  Désirée had Toby
wrapped up securely.  I suppose she didn't mind being subservient to him.
She had her arms around his chest and her legs around his waist with her
ankles locked over his little butt.  He was barely moving.  His head was on
the other side of hers.  The expression on her face told me she loved what
Toby was doing.

   I lifted up a little and looked further.  Iain was between Caitlyn's
widespread legs, moving slowly like Toby.  She had him wrapped up in her
arms and legs.  This time, I couldn't see her face but I could see his. 
His eyes were closed and there was a slight smile on his lips.

   James saw me looking and waved at me.  He dropped to his knees, blocking
my view of Désirée's face for a moment.  He leaned over her and Toby,
spread his legs, and all I saw was his balls blocking the view.  He shifted
his position and I saw, between his legs, his hand reach down to his penis.
He was offering it to Désirée.  She took it in her mouth.  Damn, she was
sucking one dick and being reamed out by another.

   I shut my eyes, put my head next to Anna's and in her hair, reached
under her and wrapped my hands around her shoulders, and let my beast
loose.

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   The next morning, Lucky woke me up whining and howling.  Aimee had
instructions not to let him in our bed chamber and he was sitting just
outside our open door.

   "David, I think Lucky needs to go outside," Aimee said softly.  "James
is still sleeping."

   I glanced at the clock: a few minutes after six.  I rolled out of bed,
left Anna sleeping, and staggered out of our bedchamber and down the hall
to the front door.  Lucky was right at my heels.  I led him across the
terrace and down the mountain a few feet and then Lucky and I both had a
good piss.

   When I went back inside, I went to the open door to the lounge.  Lucky
tried to go in but Aimee still had the door blocked to him.  The three
mattresses were still on the floor.  There were three bodies on the
mattresses.  A blanket covered some parts of them.  Toby was facing me,
Désirée was spooned up to him with one arm over his chest, and James was
cuddled up to her with one hand on her breast.  They were all sleeping. 
The room reeked of sex.
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