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 A World of My Choosing   An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh   Chapter
Forty

   "I agree, Aimee.  I think Renée must be from Iain's first universe.  Her
use of English suggests she was transported here from my original universe,
just like Iain.  It makes me wonder; what the hell is going to happen now?"

   "David, Anna and Renée are returning," Aimee said.

   "Thanks, Aimee."

   Renée again looked me over from head to toe and I had the distinct
impression that she was judging me and perhaps considering what she already
knew about me.  I wondered what she thought of me: a tall slim naked male,
prominent but not bulging muscles, hair tangled from sleeping and down on
my shoulders, penis heavy and distended with a slight need to piss.  I
tightened my stomach muscles and flexed my penis so it rose a little in
salute to her.  She smiled slightly at me.  Maybe she at least has a sense
of humor.

   I looked her over in return.  She was beautiful perfection and that's
the only way to describe her.  Breasts like an ice cream dessert, derriere
soft and perfectly rounded, and, of course, pussy hidden in that little
cleft and those blonde pubic curls: she made my mouth water and my balls
ache.  In spite of that, she seemed completely relaxed at being naked with
me evidently admiring her body.  When I finally looked back at her face,
she smiled a little wider.  She knew what I had been thinking.  Maybe she
was accustomed to it.

   "David, I have been instructed to bring you a message," she said.  "It
is rather lengthy and I do not comprehend everything in the message.  I am
simply the messenger.  You must interpret the message for yourself.  Do you
understand?"

   "Yes, I suppose so."

   "Good.  First of all, I must briefly talk to Iain in our common
language. I know it is not polite to do so when you do not comprehend but I
am simply following instructions.  Is that acceptable to you?"

   "Why don't you want us to understand what you are telling him?" I asked.

   "The message is from his mother.  It is personal."

   "That's OK then.  Aimee, would you please call Iain and Caitlyn."

   When they walked in, hand in hand, naked as usual and unconcerned about
it, Renée started talking to Iain in the common language for the two of
them.  It was evident he knew where she was from.  His face registered his
surprise and happiness.  Renée gave him the message from his mother and he
listened intently.  I saw his eyes glistening and I knew he was almost
overcome.  He smiled widely when she finished and said something to her in
their language.  She replied in our language

   "Iain, to begin my life in this new world, I have chosen the name Renée.
Please call me by that name.  The rest of my messages, I am instructed,
should be delivered in English if that is the language all of you are
using."

   She looked at me and I nodded.

   "First of all, I have another message for Iain.  I am instructed to tell
him that a conclusion has been reached that two people from Caitlyn's Earth
and Iain's original Earth can interbreed successfully.  Iain, that means
you and Caitlyn can have children together and there is no unusual risk."

   I looked at two happy faces.  Iain was grinning so wide that all his
perfect white teeth seemed to be exposed.  Caitlyn looked just as happy. 
He hugged her closer to him and kissed her on the cheek.  He saw me looking
and nodded to me.  "I knew it," he said.

   I looked back at Renée and saw her looking intently at me.

   "It also means that someday I could have a child with David."

   I looked at Anna.  She was grinning but I didn't know whether that meant
she approved or not.  She'd given me a hard time about having babies with
the others in our colony.  Maybe I just might have one with Renée.

   "Now, the rest of my message is to be delivered to everyone unless David
says otherwise.  I suggest that everyone should be given an opportunity to
awaken slowly, to use the facilities, to break their nightly fast, and then
to relax and listen to me.  The rest of the message, with questions, may
require much time."

   "Aimee, would you please call the others?" I asked.  "Tell them to use
the facilities and if they don't understand just tell them to pee and wash
their faces.  Then get dressed for breakfast and assemble in your room."

   "Renée, David's trying to be cute," Anna said.  "We all wear just a
loincloth for meals and most of the time when we're indoors.  Aimee
maintains a comfortable temperature for us when we're naked but I've asked
everybody to wear a loincloth for meals.  You may wear more clothing if you
wish."

   "I see no need," Renée said.  "I will be happy to wear what the rest of
you wear."

   She stuck her tongue out at me and then Caitlyn and Anna took her to use
the facilities and get dressed.  Iain and I went to the toilet, had a quick
piss, splashed a little water on our faces, and went to our bed chambers
for loincloths.

   Everybody straggled into Aimee's room, a couple at a time wearing fresh
faces and loincloths.  Anna introduced Renée to the others, including
Lucky, and asked them to hold their questions until after breakfast.  From
the way Renée played with Lucky, it was evident she was accustomed to dogs.


   She watched Jean-Nicole and her sou-chefs prepare breakfast, asked if
she could help, and was assigned minor tasks.  She seemed genuinely hungry
for food.  James and Toby and Pyotr had their usual job of slicing bread,
drizzling it with olive oil, and toasting it.  Of course they each ate a
slice and gave Renée one.  She chewed, swallowed, smiled, and nodded her
approval at them.

   For the first time, we completely filled two six-person tables.  I sat
on the end on one side with Matt on the other end and Anna in the middle.
Iain sat in the middle on the other side with Caitlyn and on each side of
him, Caitlyn in front of me and Renée in front of Matt.  The six
Mouseketeers sat at their table as usual.  Renée looked curiously at the
rabbit and bread Anna placed on her plate and waited until we were all
served.  She watched Matt as he picked up his piece with both hands, took a
big bite, and smiled at her.  She took a big bite, chewed, and smiled back
at him.

   We assembled in the classroom for Renée's message and she seemed totally
relaxed as she stood in front of Aimee's monitor.  I watched as she noted
the two married couples and three unmarried ones sit down in seats
together. Anna took pity on Matt and invited him to sit on the other side
of her.  Renée stood in front of all of us with absolute ease and I
wondered how she could be so comfortable in front of a group of strangers.

   "David, I am instructed to tell you the whole story about why you are
here.  You may ask questions at any point in my message."

   She stopped and looked carefully at all of us.  I glanced around too. 
Everybody was giving her their full attention.  She resumed.

   "Perhaps you know that this colony was established in part because your
old world may be close to a tipping point.  Various circumstances may cause
the extinction of your kind or a revision to a primitive society where mere
survival is difficult.  My people, mine and Iain's, have been observing
your society for many years and are unsure what will happen.  If the worst
happens, you are here in an attempt to preserve a small sample of your
species.  You should regard yourselves as a precious few well worth
saving."

   She paused for a moment and looked around.  I looked around too. 
Everybody was looking at her intently even though this was not news to any
of us.

   "However, there are three demographic trends in my old world, mine and
Iain's, which have caused a new assessment of this colony.  Two are good
trends and one is not.  The first trend is that the population seems to be
growing more intelligent, approximately one percent per three hundred
years."

   Iain had told me almost nothing about his original world but I had
assumed that the people there were much advanced technologically over us.
Their ability to transport individuals from universe to universe, to build
the safe haven which we enjoyed, and especially to create Aimee, a
seemingly-human avatar to assist us: all told me something about them.  I
was not surprised that they were more intelligent than us, perhaps much
more intelligent.

   "The second trend in my old world is also good.  There is a slow trend
toward a longer life span, about one year increase every hundred years. 
The average life span of our two worlds is difficult to compare because
your Earth's constant wars and disease epidemics greatly skew the result.
At the present time, our life span is approximately twelve percent longer
than yours and a large part of this appears to be genetic."

   I asked my first question: "Renée, in evolutionary terms, isn't it true
that more intelligent people tend to live longer lives?  If they live
longer lives, aren't they more likely to have children who are also
intelligent?"

   "David, I'm only fifteen years old, almost sixteen, and I don't have the
knowledge to answer you," Renée said.  "Aimee, can you give us an answer?"

   "Yes, David," Aimee said, from behind Renée.  "The available research
suggests that your hypothesis is true.  The human race in your world seems
to be growing more intelligent with time also."

   That told me more than I asked.  I found it hard to believe that a woman
like her could be only fifteen.  She was a mature confident woman and I had
assumed she was somewhere around twenty years old.  But then women had
always been a mystery to me.  I also knew that Renée was accustomed to
talking to someone like Aimee and perhaps everyone in their culture was
too. Perhaps they simply asked an avatar questions instead of using the
internet to Google for answers.  Maybe they each had their own personal
avatar.

   "Except for James," Toby whispered.  Jean-Nicole hit him behind the head
and giggled.

   Aimee responded: "Toby, in my observations of the ten of you, I have
already reached the conclusion that all of you are considerably more
intelligent than the average person from your world.  No dummies have been
sent here, not even you."

   Toby stuck his tongue out at her.  Aimee stuck her little pink tongue
out at him and then giggled.

   Renée frowned and I knew she did not understand the way we joked and
teased each other.  I was accustomed to it and I encouraged it.

   "Renée, please don't let the way these kids joke with each other bother
you," I said.  "Maybe I could put a stop to it but I enjoy it and I want
them to keep on doing it.  We all like to laugh and have fun with each
other."

   I understood what Renée was saying but I was unsure what she was
implying.  Was her world free from constant wars?  If so, perhaps it was
free from religion.  Was it free from disease epidemics, like the flu?  If
it was, they were perhaps much advanced over us.  Maybe we were like
savages to them.  I asked my second question.

   "Do you mean that, if the part played by your medical sciences and ours
are held constant so they do not skew the result, your life expectancy is
still higher than ours?" I asked.

   "I think the answer is yes, David," Renée said.  "I understand that our
research holds certain variables constant before making comparisons. 
Please do not ask me how the ones comparing our two worlds do this."

   "That's OK, Renée," James said.  "I know how they do it.  Toby's a
dummy."

   Toby hit him behind the head, James yelped louder than necessary.  They
both giggled.  Renée looked amused.

   "May I continue?" she asked, looking at James and grinning.  He nodded
and grinned back at her.

   "It is the last trend which causes great concern.  There is also a trend
toward more and more female births, about one percent every 200 years.  If
this trend continues, the result will be disastrous.  Do you understand the
implications of this trend?"

   "Yeah, it means some guys get to have more than one wife," Pyotr said.
Petra hit him behind the head and he yelped and they both giggled.  Then
the other Mouseketeers giggled too.  James gave Pyotr a high five.

   "Yes, Pyotr, you are correct," Renée said patiently.  "This third trend
means that the percentage of the female population of our old world will
increase.  Polygamy is already accepted as a form of marriage, one husband
with plural wives.  Eventually men may become nothing more than breeding
creatures.  Their semen will be extracted, frozen, and stored as a prized
commodity but may eventually run out.  Women will rule the world but will
eventually die off without children."

   "Renée, in our old world, it is the male who determines the sex of a
child," Anna said.  "A male's sperm are produced bearing X and Y
chromosomes in approximately the same proportion.  Do you mean that in your
world males produce more X-bearing sperm?  Has a cause been determined?  My
genetics knowledge is rusty so I hope I've stated that correctly."

   "Aimee, can you answer Anna's question?" Renée asked.

   "Anna's statement about her old world is correct," Aimee promptly
answered.  "I have no knowledge of Renée's world."

   "Perhaps an infusion of our DNA would help solve the problem?" I
suggested.  "Why can't your people transport males from our universe to
yours?"

   "I do not know, David," Renée said.  "The problem does not require
immediate solving.  It may be that there will be advantages to both our
peoples from mixing our DNA.  Interbreeding with people from your old world
may give the children longer and more intelligent lives.  In return, it may
result in children who are still born in approximately the same percentage
as male and female.  That is why a decision has been made to change the
nature of your colony from preserving your species to combining our two
species."

   My mind immediately became cool and I felt a sense of danger.  I tried
to sort out the implications of her message and I wasn't sure I liked them.
I frowned and Renée saw the change in my expression.

   "Is something wrong, David?" she asked.

   "No, no," I responded and put a smile on my face.  "It seems like we're
going to become a colony of guinea pigs."

   Renée resumed.  "David, please do not consider yourself a guinea pig in
a scientific study.  It is the wish of my people that this colony will grow
and prosper and will continue the best attributes of both societies.  To
accomplish that, there are certain changes in my world's plans for this
colony."

   "What if we don't want to mate with somebody from your world?" James
asked, seriously.  "I've got my Sam.  I want to have babies with her
someday, not somebody from your world."

   "James, I have no answer for you," Renée said.  "I was told that humans
from both our universes do not hesitate to breed with others who are quite
different."

   I sat up straight and listened carefully to what she said.  I understood
the importance of her words.  I hoped the others did too.

   Renée smiled at him and Sam and continued.  "First, I have been given
permission to let Aimee reveal something previously hidden from you,
something she does not know she has: her knowledge of our society in
addition to yours.  Our music, art, science, technology, and everything
else will be made available to you.  Much of this technology will not be
useable for generations but it will be there for this colony to use
someday."

   "Second, I am told that there are now ten individuals from David's old
world and two from Iain's.  That will now change.  The next eight
individuals will be from our old world, mine and Iain's.  This colony will
then number twenty individuals, ten from each world, equally male and
female.  It is the nature of both societies to interbreed.  After that, the
plans are to continue to send individuals from both worlds as long as
feasible.  If David's world self-destructs, then no more individuals will
be sent from Iain's world."

   Pyotr held up his hand and Renée nodded.

   "Just send us eight more women as beautiful as you," he suggested.  "I
will personally guarantee that we will interbreed."

   Petra hit him behind the head and he yelped loudly and then they both
started giggling.

   "Hot damn," Toby said.  "I'll volunteer to do my duty.  It'll be hard
but I'll do my best."

   Jean-Nicole hit him behind the head and he yelped too.  The laughing and
giggling spread further and finally died down.  Renée finally managed to
control her own giggling.  For the first time she acted like a
fifteen-year-old girl.  She resumed, smiling.

   "Third, material assistance will be expanded." She paused, giggled,
breathed deeply, and resumed.  "As one example, the facility you now live
in was created with a device which can easily carve solid rock.  That
device will be provided to you.  Aimee will be able to provide power for it
and will show you instructions on how to use it.  Other powered devices
will also be provided to facilitate your efforts to create living
structures and to provide food for your colony.  For example, powered saws
will be provided to facilitate building structures out of trees.  Now, are
there any questions?"

   "Yeah," Pyotr said.  "Under your loincloth, are you built just like
Petra and Sam and Jean-Nicole?  Toby says you're different."

   "Are there any serious questions," Renée said, smiling at Pyotr.

   "She's really different," Toby whispered.

   "Would you like me to show you?" she asked and looked at Toby and Pyotr.

   "Don't show them," Caitlyn said.  "Out of sight is out of mind."

   "Yeah, would you please show us?" Toby said.  "You don't need to hide
perfection."

   Renée smiled, untied her loincloth, and let it fall to the floor.  She
slowly turned around and let the male Mouseketeers look.

   "Wow, she's the same," James said.  "Renée, you don't need to cover up
the finest butt I've ever seen."

   "Front's pretty nice too," Pyotr said.  "Ditto on the butt."

   "Hot damn, Renée," Toby said.  "You look good enough to eat."

   Jean-Nicole, Sam, and Petra hit the three of them behind the head and of
course they yelped louder than necessary.  I saw Renée frowning.  Maybe she
didn't understand the last of his comment.  It took a couple of minutes for
the laughing and giggling to die down this time.

   "I think you'd better wear more than a loincloth with these three guys,"
I said.  "Now you guys shut up unless you've got some serious questions."

   Three guys?  Maybe I should count myself in too.  Down between those
long legs she had a scant tangle of blonde pubic hair and it didn't begin
to cover the little cleft between her legs.  Her bubble butt was a
delicious derriere and I could be counted in the group that thought she
looked good enough to eat.

   There were only about a million questions.  We finally broke to have
lunch and then Renée begged off and asked if she could sleep for a while.
Aimee wanted to get her measurements and to have a girl-girl talk with her.
I suggested that Anna take her back to Aimee's room for that.  Toby asked
if we were going to give her a bath to wash away all her old troubles. 
From the way he was leering at Renée when he asked, I wasn't surprised at
her response.

   "I can bathe myself, Toby," she said.

   "Explain why we bathe each new arrival, Toby," I said and he did.

   After a few minutes with Aimee, six grinning guys with hard-ons and five
giggling gals all gave Renée her welcoming bath and washed away all her
troubles.  She grinned and endured the bath, the dryer, the procession to a
clean bed, and was still grinning when we all left her to sleep.

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   I was pleasantly surprised at how easily Renée seemed to become part of
the family.  Indoors, I let the other ladies take her under their wings and
she seemed happy to do any task she was assigned.  In a few days, I saw
that she was deferring to Anna more than any of the others.  She even
seemed eager to help Jean-Nicole with the cooking chores.  More than once,
she sat at a table in the evening with five other females and talked.  If I
walked near, they all fell silent and I knew it was girl talk and guys
weren't wanted.

   The weather was intermittently cold and rainy or clear and cold but
gradually warming.  On one pleasantly cool day, we went down to David's
beach for a picnic, singing most of the way.  Renée listened to "You Are My
Sunshine" the first time and then yelled it out with the rest of us the
other two times.  No one was brave enough to get in the cold water but
clothes came off and we lay around almost or all nude in the sun for a
while.  We took fishing equipment and, on the way back, we went to the lake
and caught more than enough for another fine meal that evening.

   On another warm day, we went up the mountain to the top again.  There
was a slight breeze from the west so we picnicked in a sheltered spot. 
Renée prompted the girls to tell their story and I learned a few things
about the five couples.  I was surprised on the way back when I saw Matt
holding Jean-Nicole's hand and Toby holding Renée's.  They were all smiling
so I assumed nobody objected.

   Matt and I took turns screwing down the olive press and the others
caught the virgin oil from the first pressing and refilled the barrels.  I
followed Aimee's instructions and we turned the press harder to get the
second cooking oil.  We let the Mouseketeers empty the pressed olives and
take the residue outside and scatter it on the old potato bed.  We ended up
with more oil than would go in the four barrels so we stored the rest in
pots under the kitchen counter.

   As usual, we listened to station IAIN on occasion, sang in the New World
Chorus a few times, and danced in the center hallway often.  Anna decreed
that we had to change partners for each dance for the first six dances and
we could choose one partner for the rest of the night.  When we were
choosing, Toby perhaps looked at Renée once too often.  Jean-Nicole pushed
him toward her and then she chose Matt.  I wondered if they were going to
rearrange sleeping accommodations.

   We played dodge-ball again one afternoon in the central hallway.  We
started off with everyone wearing loincloths and, as usual, the three male
Mouseketeers seemed to accidentally lose theirs.  A little later, all the
rest of us threw ours to one side and we played naked dodge ball again. 
Renée seemed quite comfortable being naked with the rest of us and it made
me wonder what her world was like.  It was hard to concentrate on who was
throwing the ball when so much naked female beauty was cavorting around.

   Early on a cold drizzly day, we decided to explore the cave access to
our quarters again.  Everybody wanted to go so I split our group up into
two parties with me as the leader on one and Matt on the other.  Two
members of each team were given the duty of carrying tablets to record our
exploration.

   Lucky went with us this time and stayed close to James.  I asked Toby
and Iain to go with Matt, with Jean-Nicole, Caitlyn, and Renée.  The other
team consisted of me and Anna, James and Sam, and Pyotr and Petra.

   After seeing Matt with Jean-Nicole and Toby with Renée, I wanted to see
if Toby's romantic interest might be shifted.  I thought Jean-Nicole might
be a better partner for Matt anyway.  Anna teased me for playing Cupid but
she agreed.

   Where the cave split into two exits, I wanted a team to explore each.  I
also wanted to learn how to come back to our front door overland so I asked
Aimee to wait an hour and then to play music outdoors as loud as possible.
I knew the general orientation of the exits was to the east of our front
door so I told Matt to walk away from the rising sun to return.

   My team reconnoitered around the cave exit and found landmarks to enable
us to enter the cave through the rear and the tablet bearers took pictures.
When we started our overland return, we sang "You Are My Sunshine" as loud
as possible every few minutes so the other team might hear.  We hadn't gone
far before the two teams joined up again.  Toby was walking with Renée and
Matt with Jean-Nicole.

   Shortly after that, we heard the same song broadcast by Aimee from above
us on the mountain and we straggled on home, muddy, tired, and hungry.  We
had a communal bath with lots of groping and giggling and a little washing.
Fresh and clean and tired, we dressed for lunch in loincloths and then
cleaned up the leftovers.  It was another good day in Paradise.

   Our weather was intermittent cold fronts, gray and blustery and
unpleasant, and bright sunshiny reasonably warm days, in the thirty-five
degrees on our scale.  On one of the good days, Nurse Anna prescribed some
outdoor exercise wearing as little in clothing as was comfortable.  She
said it was a good way to get vitamin D.  It was a good way to get an
eyeful too.

   We played volleyball on the big terrace.  We rigged up a cord between
two poles for the net, divided into two teams of six each, and played for a
couple of hours.  We were all dressed in our Sherwood Forest clothing when
we started but, piece by piece, that clothing disappeared.  Before we quit,
we were all naked and sweating and getting our vitamin D.

   We tried to keep score but gave up rather than argue over points.  We
rotated around correctly and I showed off a little when I got to play net.
I suppose everybody showed off a little.  Every time somebody lost the last
piece of clothing, we had a rousing cheer.  It was just another fine day in
Paradise.

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   One night after Renée's arrival, just as soon as we all had pitched in
as usual to clean the kitchen and do the dishes, Anna led me to our bed
chamber.  As usual we both removed our loincloths and dropped them just
inside the door, ready to put them back on before we went out.

   Anna went to the shelves I'd made for her, seven shelves of bamboo, and
picked up her hairbrush.  I knew that meant she wanted to give her long
beautiful hair one hundred strokes before we did whatever.  She sometimes
brushed my hair too.  Mine was straight and easy to brush; hers was curly
and sometimes tangled.

   I sat on the side of the bed, my hands pressed down on each side of me,
my legs spread to give my penis and testicles room to relax, and watched
her do something supposedly routine but always captivating to me.  I still
couldn't see any sign that she was pregnant.  Her breasts looked the same,
small and perfect, and she had said they would get heavier and bigger as
her pregnancy advanced.  Her belly had the same sweet little curve under
her navel and above her mons.  She said some day her belly button would
invert and become an outie instead of an inny.  I couldn't believe it.

   When she finished her hair, she walked over to me, pushed my legs
together, trapped my testicles and penis between my thighs, and sat down on
my bent knees.  I didn't protest.  I knew I could spread my legs just a
little and my penis could stand up to see what it could get into.

   I didn't know whether she wanted sex or not, whether she wanted me to
love her slowly and gently or to let my beast loose.  I knew she'd let me
know what she wanted.  It was almost always what I wanted.  I was usually
interested but tonight I was ambivalent.  I knew what I did want and that
was for her to hold me close to her and love me.  Of course, that often led
to more strenuous activities.

   "Would you like to make love to Renée?" she asked.

   I waited, thinking of the best answer, while she slowly brushed my hair.
She usually kept count because she knew I usually couldn't.

   "Anna, you're the only woman I want," I finally said.



   "That's good, David," she said.  "I know you're mine and I'm yours. 
Nobody can ever come between us but I don't expect you to have sex with me
alone.  You've had sex with Caitlyn and Jean-Nicole and that hasn't hurt
our relationship.  Renée says she wants to have sex but she doesn't want to
hurt anybody's relationship.  She's really a rather shy and simple and
sweet girl, David.  She's damned sexy too.  Have you noticed?"

   "Of course.  Any man with eyes would notice."

   "Don't pretend to be reluctant, David.  She's any young man's wet dream.
Have you seen the way Toby looks at her?  `You look good enough to eat.'
Isn't that what he said?"

   "Yes."

   "What was it you said when you described her breasts to me?  Areolas
like little pink mounds on top of her breasts, almost like someone had put
a scoop of strawberry ice cream on top of a mound of vanilla ice cream and
then put a cherry on top of that.  Doesn't that make your mouth salivate?"

   "OK.  I'd like to suck on her little cherry nipples.  So what?  I'm just
a man.  You know that."

   "Of course I do.  I know you'd like to get your tongue between her
little virginal labia and lick her to a bucking orgasm too.  That little
patch of blonde pubic hair.  Those little pink lips."

   "Yeah, I would.  What about Matt?  Why doesn't she want to start with
him?"

   "I told her what we were doing with Matt, that we were trying to teach
him to make love to a woman, not just fuck her.  Now that he's been with me
and Caitlyn and Jean-Nicole, Sam and James are going to invite him to spend
a night with them."

   "Is Petra last?"

   "That's up to her, David, but we're talking about Renée, not Matt.  She
wants to do the same thing Matt is doing, start with you and then Iain and
then Toby and next James and last Pyotr.  Well, he wouldn't be last.  Matt
would."

   "All six of us guys, huh?"

   "Yes, she wants you to be her first."

   She was through with my hair and she must have known what I wanted.  She
pulled me against her, her hands behind my head with it nestled against her
throat.  I liked for her to hold me like this.  If I tilted my head up, she
knew I wanted her to kiss me.  If I tilted it down, she knew I wanted her
to hold her breast up so I could reach a nipple with my lips.  I closed my
eyes, took a couple of deep breaths, and relaxed.  I was content to be held
like this by her.

   "She's a little afraid of you, David," Anna whispered.  "Do you remember
how gentle and slow you were with me our first time in Flagstaff?  Could
you be that way with her?"

   "Afraid?  Why?  You know me, Anna.  I want a woman to enjoy sex just as
much as I do.  I always try to understand what you want and give it to you.
You know that.  I wouldn't rape her or any other woman.  I'm not that kind
of guy."

   I tilted my head up toward her and she gave me what I wanted, a slow
sensuous open-mouthed kiss.  I didn't want her to stop but she did.

   "I know that but she doesn't, David.  She doesn't know you yet.  You're
probably the most masculine guy she's ever known and with your strength and
your big dick, any woman would be a little afraid of you."

   "Well, let her start with Pyotr," I said.  "She wouldn't be afraid of
him; would she?"

   I tilted my head downward and she lifted one breast for me.  I suckled
gently on the hard little nipple for a while.

   "No, but she wants to start with you," she said.  "I want you to make
love to her first.  In Flagstaff, you were so slow and gentle with me and
even asked me before letting your beast loose.  I trusted you and that
helped me have orgasms and you were a wonderful lover.  I want you to be
like that with her.  I'll even help you a little.  We could make sure she
has two or three orgasms her first time."

   "How?  I like to watch you licking another woman's pussy.  It makes mon
petit get hard and horny."

   "Well, I like to see you sucking another man's dick.  It makes ma
minouchette get all juicy and hot."

   "Renée doesn't have a dick.  Is she a virgin?"

   "Yes, but you don't need to worry about that.  In her society all
children are given physical exams at least yearly.  Even before girls start
menstruating, they routinely prepare themselves for sexual activity.  Their
hymen is gradually stretched or surgically opened.  Children are raised
with an honest and open knowledge of sex, David.  I'd like ours to be
patterned after theirs."

   "So she's already stretched her little pussy with a big dildo, huh?"

   "Don't be crude."

   "Anna, I won't do it unless you're with me," I said.  "I don't want to
start doing things unless you know about them.  I don't want any secrets
from you.  You've got to be OK with whatever I do."

   "I agree.  You were OK with me trying to teach Matt and the other guys.
I want you to be a good teacher for her.  I know you can."

   "Well, I'll do it.  I'd like to initiate her but I want it to be good
for her.  If you'll help make sure it is, I'll try to give her what she
wants."

   "OK.  That's settled.  Now give me what I want."

   I spread my legs a little and my penis quickly completed topping off its
tanks and stood up as much as it could.  Perhaps it was pleasantly
surprised when its head couldn't rise anymore because there was a warm wet
barrier above it.  I waited to see if she wanted to hide its head so it
couldn't see anything.  She did.  She lifted up a little, reached down, and
showed it where to go.  I groaned when her pussy swallowed the head and
about two-thirds of the shaft.  I kept groaning when she went for a wild
ride.

   She had her arms around my neck and her breasts were sliding up and down
my chest, hard little nipples burning two paths.  She did her usual ride:
slow at first, gradually getting faster and faster.  Simple slides up and
down at first, adding a pelvic twist when she was close to ready.  I was
thinking of using my thumb on her clitoris to get her off when she finally
got what she wanted.  Her internal guillotine tried to cut the head off my
penis.

   I gave her a minute to calm down and then I tightly wrapped both arms
around her, struggled to my feet, and carried her over to the bed.  She
hung on with her arms and legs while I lowered her down and we both moved
back on the bed.  Then she lifted her legs higher, put her ankles on each
side of my neck, and pulled my mouth down to hers.  We opened to each other
and tongue-fucked and at the same time I began to slowly dick fuck her down
below.

   I put my arms almost under her back, curled my hands around her
shoulders, made sure I had traction with my knees, and then began to fuck
her, not make love, just fuck.  A short infinity later my balls responded
to my penis' instructions and emptied themselves into her hot depths.  I
knew it was my prostate gland which squeezed the semen out and down my dick
cannon and onto her cervix target but it certainly felt like I was emptying
my balls as far as I felt.

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   "You should ask her," Anna whispered.

   "Ask her what?" I whispered back, not thinking on her wavelength.

   "What we talked about last night," she whispered again.  "She wants the
same treatment Matt's been getting, starting with you.  She's ready."

   I leaned over and looked at Renée.  She was looking at me and Anna,
probably wondering why we were whispering.  I was almost finished washing
dishes after dinner, Anna was rinsing, and Renée was racking.  With four
big sinks, we washed in one, rinsed in the next, and racked the dishes and
pots and pans in the bamboo racks we had built over the last two sinks.

   "Renée, would you like to share our bed tonight?" I asked.  "Anna and I
would welcome your company."

   She hesitated and I could tell she was unsure what she was getting into
or maybe what might get into her.

   "David, Anna, I'd like to do what Matt has been doing but it won't be
quite the same with me."

   "What do you mean?" I asked.

   "David, Matt had been with other women.  I've never been with a man."

   "Renée, don't be afraid of me," I said.  "Anna says you've talked to the
other females here about me.  I won't hurt you.  I'm not that kind of guy."

   "Yes, but you're ... David, you're so overpowering.  Maybe you're the
man I've fantasized about for years.  I've always dreamed about someone
like you taking me and ... and ... doing things to me and don't have to do
anything and I just let you and you satisfy all the hunger and longing in
me.  Now, I suppose I'm a little scared of doing it."

   "Renée, we don't have to do anything," I said.  "I promise you I won't
do anything unless it's what you want.  I hope Anna told you about me.  I
don't just fuck her, well, most of the time I don't; I make love to her.  I
do my best to make sure that our sex is as good for her as it is for me. 
That's the best kind of love, where both the man and the woman do their
best to make sex good for the other."

   "Renée, there's something we've all done before you came her, where we
had inexperienced guys and gals," Anna said.  "David says he won't make
love to you unless I'm there.  He doesn't ever want to hide what he does
from me.  Perhaps he can do something to me while you watch and then he can
ask if he can do the same thing to you.  He'll never hurt you.  Maybe he'll
make you walk funny sometimes but you'll be smiling when you do."

   "Renée, Anna told me girls from your old world prepared themselves to
become sexually active," I said.  "She said girls were examined annually
and if a girl had an obstructive hymen, they either had it surgically
corrected or used something to stretch it.  She said both sexes were taught
about human sexuality from an early age.  I wish our old world had been
like that.  I'd like our new one to be that way.  Would you help us make it
that way?"

   "Yes, David, my old world is quite different from yours about human
sexuality.  There is no shame and children are permitted to be sexually
active when they wish."

   "Well, you don't need to sleep alone here," I said.  "The rest of us are
sexually active and you're free to do what you want to do.  Sleep with us
tonight.  I promise you I'll do as little or maybe as much as you want.  I
can give you an orgasm without using my penis.  I do that for Anna quite
often.  You'll sleep better.  Maybe you or Anna will do the same thing for
me."

   I handed the last frying pan to Anna and then drained the sink.  She
rinsed it, handed it to Renée, and drained her sink.  Renée racked the pan
and we all stood looking at each other for a moment.  I wanted to make sure
no one disturbed us.  I put one arms around Anna's shoulders and the other
around Renée's.  They put an arm around my waist and we walked over to the
tables where the other eight were talking and laughing.

   "We're going to take a bath and then go to bed early," I said, as
innocently as I could.  "Do any of you need anything else tonight?"

   "Yeah, can I bathe with you?" Toby asked.

   Jean-Nicole swatted him behind the head, he yelped, and everybody
started laughing.

   Showering together with a woman is always fun.  Showering with two is
even more fun.  My penis was hanging its head when we started and looking
around for something to get into when we finished.  Standing in the warm
downdraft of air was fun too, especially using my hands to help wipe the
water off two females.  My dick tried to get me to hurry up and put it in
something wet and warm.

   In our bedchamber, Anna and I had made plans to culminate our fun with
Renée but I wasn't sure what I should do to start it.  Anna took charge. 
She led Renée over to the side of the bed, both sat down, and they left me
standing in front of them, wondering what to do.

   Anna wanted a reprise of something ridiculous I had done with her one
night.  I thought it had been something silly and for her eyes only.  Still
I did what she wanted and followed her commands.

   "Butt walk!"

   I felt like a damn fool but I did it.  I regretted ever showing Anna the
routines when we were playing.  I hoped she wouldn't make me perform the
whole retinue of tricks for Renée but of course she did.

   I stood in one place, feet unmoving but arms swinging slightly like I
was walking, tightened the gluteus maximus or butt muscle on side and all
the muscles down my leg, then relaxed and tightened the other side.  The
night I showed her, Anna said it looked like I was walking away from her.
She and Renée both giggled.

   "Turn around," Anna said, and I did.

   "Wave!" she said.

   I lifted one arm and held my hand like I was going to wave.  I saw
Renée's eyes shift to my hand but I didn't wave it.  Instead, I used some
other muscles and made my hard dick wave up and down a few times at her and
Anna.  They laughed out loud and both shook their head from side to side
and then giggled again.

   "Upsy daisy!"

   I stood on tip toe, reached up, put my hands flat on the ceiling, and
looked straight up.  I tightened the muscles in my chest and arms so they
stood out and sucked in my stomach muscles so my dick was pointing at the
ceiling.

   "Washboard!"

   I stood flatfooted, arms straight out to the side, muscles tensed, and
tightened all my stomach muscles.  I usually called that my six pack when I
did it.  Anna had called it a washboard.

   "Ripple!"

   That was a hard one.  I closed my eyes, tried to picture what she wanted
me to do, and made the muscles in my abdomen ripple.  I'd learned to do
that one when I was at the Academy and a bunch of us guys were exercising.
Most of them could show off a six pack but I was the only one who could
ripple it.

   "OK, last one.  Pecs and biceps."

   I stood flatfooted with my feet slightly apart, lifted both arms out
straight, bent my elbows, and tensed my pecs and biceps.  That was an easy
one to do.  I watched two faces when I did it, especially when I waved at
them again.  I think they liked my display of muscle.

   "Renée, it's important to give your little puppy a reward when he
performs," Anna said.  "He soon learns that he must perform in order to get
his recompense."

   She looked up at me and smiled mischievously.  "Come here, David."

   I walked over in front of her.  She cupped one hand under my testicles,
wrapped the other around the shaft of my penis, took the head in her mouth,
and tried to suck what little brains I still had out through my penis.  I
watched her for a while and then realized that I should not neglect our
guest.  I glanced at Renée's face and saw that she was watching with maybe
curiosity.  I wondered if she had ever sucked dick before.  I hated to
disappoint Anna but I shuffled over in front of Renée.

   She emulated Anna: left hand under my tolos, right around my tianga, red
head between her soft little lips, tongue caressing the sensitive spot
underneath, and cheeks dimpling when she sucked.  I put my hands on her
shoulders and closed my eyes.

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