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 A World of My Choosing

   An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh

   Chapter Forty-Three

   On the third day after their dispute began, in spite of my admonitions,
James and Sam again brought their argument to the dinner table.  Instead of
sitting side by side as usual, they were on opposite sides of the table
diagonally away from each other.  During dinner, they hardly looked at each
other.  I decided to do something.

   I walked over to their table, grabbed them both by their wrists, and
pulled them back to the table where Anna was still sitting.

   "Anna, would you move down to the end seat, please," I asked.  "Turn
away from the table."

   When she did, I turned Sam loose.  "Sam, get on your knees close to
Anna's right side."

   She hesitated for a moment and then knelt beside Anna's legs.  I turned
James' hand loose and sat down on the seat on the other end, leaving an
empty seat between me and Anna.

   "James, get on your knees on my left side," I said.

   He looked at me, eyes squinted, lips tight together, defiant.

   "No!"

   "Do what I said!" I commanded.

   "You can't make me."

   "Yes, I can, James," I said forcefully but calmly.  "You know I've got
the strength to make you do anything.  I can make this painful for you.  I
can really hurt you.  I can make you beg me to stop.  I'm not going to make
you.  You're going to choose to do it."

   He glared at me a little longer.  I winked at him and hoped nobody else
saw me.  He got down on his knees beside my legs.

   "Now, you two take off your loin cloths and bend over my lap and Anna's.
We're going to spank you.  You've been acting like bad children for three
days.  We're going to treat you like bad children."

   Sam released her loincloth and bent over Anna's legs from the side.  A
moment later, James bared his butt and leaned across my legs.  I put my
left hand on his smooth bare butt cheek with my fingers almost in his
crack, slid it down over his testicles, then back up.  I put my right hand
on his back between his shoulders and pushed down with some strength.

   "James, you and Sam hold hands and don't turn loose until we're
through."

   I looked around at all the others.

   "I want you all to line up," I said, trying to keep my voice serious. 
"We're all going to give them two licks and I mean good ones.  I want to
hear a loud slap when you do it but don't bruise them.  I want to see two
red butts when we get through."

   As soon as I said that, I gave James two hard slaps, one on each cheek.
He jerked and tensed but he didn't make a sound.  I looked at Anna.  She
gave Sam two good whacks.  Sam was looking at James.  She didn't say
anything either.  James was holding both of her hands in his.  I looked up.
Jean-Nicole was waiting.  She gave James two and then Sam two, hard enough
to sting anybody's butt.  I let three more spank them and then decided to
change the arrangement.

   "Sam, you and James change places," I said.

   Without a word, they swapped.  I looked down at her little derriere. 
Both cheeks were red with handprints.  Again, I put one hand on her soft
butt cheek with my fingers almost in her crack, slid my fingers down over
the lips of her pussy and back up, put the other hand on her back, and
pushed down with a little strength.  I quickly made her beautiful derriere
a little redder and she whined a little.  "Next," I said and the other four
waiting in line spanked Sam and then James.  Sam whined a little louder. 
James grunted.

   "OK, both of you stand up," I said.  They did.  James had a boner
pointing up.  He grinned but his eyes were moist.  Sam's cheeks were wet
with tears.

   "Now, listen to me," I said.  "If you can't settle your arguments like
adults, come to me or Anna or both of us.  We'll try to help you.  If we
can't, I'll call a conference and all of us will do our best to help you.
Just don't go to bed angry with each other at night and especially don't
bring your quarrels to the dinner table.  The rest of us don't want to hear
you arguing.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes, Father," James whispered.  He looked me in the eyes and winked.

   "Yes, D...Father," Sam whispered.

   "Now, there's one more thing I want you to do and after that you're free
to do anything you wish.  I want you to hug each other.  Just wrap your
arms around each other, put your cheeks side by side, and close your eyes.
Stand there for a while and think about what you've been doing for the last
three days.  Then I want you both to say something in each other's ears: I
love you.  I was wrong.  I'm sorry."

   I hoped James understood his remaining role in this little farce.  He
needed to be his usual loving and kind self, to console Sam, to apologize
profusely for causing her to be spanked, to tell her he loved her, and
probably to end by making gentle sweet love to her.

   I looked at Anna.  She was smiling.  I stood up.  I didn't have a boner
like James but I had a semi-hard-on tenting my loincloth.  I held out my
hand to Anna and we left the kitchen and walked, hand-in-hand, to our
bedchamber.  I thought about letting her spank me.  Maybe I would.

   The next morning, James and Sam sat together at the breakfast table,
smiling at each other like two teen-agers in love, both bubbling over with
jokes and teasing and fun.  Perhaps my solution to the problem was the
right one.  I had no idea what their argument was about.

   <><><>

   Twenty-six days had passed since Renée's arrival.  If the previous
schedule was followed, I knew that the next arrival was imminent.  I had to
announce my decision.  I called for a meeting after breakfast.

   "I've made my decision," I announced to the assembled crowd and waited
until all eyes were on me.

   "We will continue to accept new arrivals, even if they are from Iain's
and Renée's old world.  If they're like Iain and Renée, I believe we won't
regret having them come here.  I also think our chances of surviving and
prospering will be greater with their knowledge and technology."

   Pyotr raised his hand.  I nodded.

   "That's good, David.  That's the right decision.  Now may I make a
motion?"

   I looked around the crowd.  Everybody was smiling.  No frowns.  Was that
it?  Had they accepted my decision so easily?  I smiled too and nodded to
Pyotr.

   "I move that we have another sex play party to celebrate."

   I called for a second.

   Matt seconded the motion.

   "Discussion?"

   "Aimee, when do we have a window of opportunity for all the females to
fully participate?" Anna asked.

   With six females with different periods, except for Anna, I knew what
she meant.  Pyotr probably didn't.  I saw an expression of puzzlement on
his face.  Petra leaned over and whispered in his ear.  He grinned.

   "In two days, Anna," Aimee replied.  "All females will be able to have
coitus without worrying about their menses.  I can not answer as to whether
they will wish to participate."

   "All in favor of the motion raise your hand," I said and watched as
twelve hands came up.  Maybe the chair isn't supposed to vote but I wanted
to play too.

   "I don't think we should have a sex play party without some guidelines,"
Anna said.  "David and I think our parties should be more about love and
not totally about sex."

   "Anna, we can't have discussion without a motion before us," I said. 
"Would you like to put that in the form of a motion?"

   "I move that we divide our play party into two parts," she said.  "One
part should involve all of us as a group playing at sex but with certain
parameters as defined by the group.  The second part should be solely one
male and one female making love in privacy."

   I looked at her and smiled.  She had made a good motion which would
start us in the direction we both wanted to go.

   "Second?"

   Jean-Nicole seconded the motion.

   "Discussion?  We need to set up parameters to our group play."

   "Shit," Toby said.  "Let's all just get naked and get in a pile."

   "Toby suggests we all get naked and get in a pile.  Would anyone like to
expand on that idea?"

   "Yeah, let's cover the floor of one room with mattresses and then turn
out the lights and play it in the dark," James said.

   "OK.  The suggestion is that we all get naked in a pile on mattresses in
a room and play in the dark.  Would any of you ladies like to expand on
that?"

   "Yes, I would," Jean-Nicole said.  "For the second part, if we're going
to choose partners to make love, I don't think we should let you guys park
your penis in a pussy until then.  First part should be just oral sex,
foreplay.  Everybody must do oral sex on somebody.  When you touch somebody
you must do oral sex to him or her."

   "I like that," Caitlyn said.  "For the first half, we should all just
use our hands and mouths."

   "Yeah, but if it's dark, and I can't see who I'm groping, what if I grab
hold of a guy?" Pyotr asked.

   "You suck his dick, dummy," Petra said and giggled.

   "It would be more fun if we swap around," Sam said.  "I think we should
have Aimee call for a swap like every minute or so and we should limit the
whole session to thirty minutes."

   "You want us to scramble around, naked, in the dark, find somebody not
already claimed, and do oral sex on him or her until Aimee says swap?  Is
that right?" Anna asked.  Sam grinned and nodded.

   "You mean, if I find a guy and somebody is already sucking his dick, I
could go sit on his face?" Renée asked.

   "Yeah, but if a guy finds you and offers you his dick, you've got to
suck it." Toby said.

   I held up my hand so I could summarize the suggestions.

   "The suggestion is that we all get naked in a pile in a dark room and do
nothing but oral sex and swap every minute for no more than thirty minutes.
We can do oral sex on anybody of the opposite sex but guys can do oral sex
on guys too and girls can do the same on girls.  A single individual can be
both a giver of oral sex and a receiver at the same time.  Is that about
it?"

   "I don't think it's fair," Sam said.  "What if a guy comes in my mouth?
I can't come in his the same way.  Do I have to swallow it?"

   "She's right," Caitlyn said.  "Maybe she could kiss him or another guy
and make them swallow the load."

   "Are you guys OK with that?" I asked.

   "Yeah, but I don't think she has to give it to another guy," Pyotr said.
"She could give it to another girl." He giggled.  Toby nodded his approval.

   I waited but there were no more suggestions.

   "Are you all satisfied with the parameters of our play for the group
session?"

   "Yeah, but what's a parameter?" Toby asked.

   "It's how long David's dick is, dummy," Jean-Nicole said, and hit him
behind the head.  He yelped louder than necessary.

   "I'm going to assume you all understand the parameters which attach to
Toby's motion," I said.  "Would one of you like to call the question?"

   "What does that mean?" Renée asked.

   "It means that discussion is ended and we're all going to vote on
whether to have a sex play party with the parameters we suggested," James
said.  "I call the question."

   I called for a vote and twelve hands went up.

   "Now we need to decide what we're going to do for the second half," I
said.  "Is there a motion, maybe one easier to handle."

   Anna held up her hand.  "I move we should let the women choose their
partner for the rest of the night, someone other than their usual partner,
to have slow loving private sex.  Aimee should randomly choose which female
goes first, second, and so forth.  A chosen male cannot refuse."

   "I second the motion," Caitlyn said.

   I called for discussion but there was none.  I called for a vote and
twelve hands were raised.

   "OK.  Two nights from now, as soon as dinner is over and we've cleaned
the kitchen, we will all have a communal bath together and then get naked
and get in a pile in a dark room.  After that the ladies will choose their
gentleman for the rest of the night."

   That provoked some raucous cheers, some giggling or laughing, and more
than one obscene remark.  James whispered something to Sam and she frowned
and hit him in the back on the head.  He yelped loudly, of course.

   <><><>

   Getting naked and getting in a pile in a pitch-black room didn't work
out as well as I thought it would.  Perhaps it would have been better if
the ladies had not added another parameter: in searching for a place to use
mouths, hands could not touch sex organs, only mouths.  That meant we had
to nuzzle around in a heap of naked sweating bodies with our hands and
faces until we found a place to use our mouth or our tongues.

   At first, I was sure I would be able to tell the difference easily.  All
I had to do was to use my face to find a chest and if it had breasts it was
a woman.  Maybe if everybody had been still my approach would have worked
but everybody seemed to be constantly twisting and squirming and moving. 
More than once, I moved my nose over a belly expecting to find a pussy for
my tongue and instead I bumped into a hard dick laying in ambush for my
mouth.

   I identified some of the females I licked.  Petra was the smallest and
Anna was the largest and I was pretty sure when I licked Petra's little
pouting pussy and Anna's familiar bouchi.  Iain's and Matt's dicks were the
largest in girth, Toby's and James' were long but smaller around, Pyotr's
precious peter was the smallest.  But still sometimes I didn't know whose
pussy I was licking or whose dick I was sucking.  I guess it didn't really
matter.

   And allowing just one minute before Aimee called time wasn't long enough
either.  More than once, I had just got started with my tongue in a pussy
or my mouth on a dick and trying to figure out whose it was when Aimee
announced it was time to change.

   And, damn, it was hot in that room.  Maybe twelve squirming moving
bodies were the source of all the heat but it was slippery fun and sweaty
bodies and crazy grunting and squealing and I was dripping sweat before
we'd been in the pile for more than a few minutes.

   I don't know if anybody had an orgasm.  None of the guys came in my
mouth.  None of the gals gave me a load of semen when I kissed them; at
least I suppose they were gals.  All the guys who needed to shave were
beardless, except Matt who had arrived with a short black beard and still
kept it, and except for him it was impossible to be sure whether my mouth
was on a woman's lips or a man's.

   But, damn, it was fun and I'd do it again, with some different
parameters.

   <><><>

   "I choose David," Renée said.

   I looked at her, half lying, half sitting, slumped down on the mattress,
propped against the wall, all sweaty, rosy from exertion, and I knew I was
looking at everyman's wet-dream desire.  She was looking at me out of the
corners of her eyes, maybe an exhausted look, maybe an
I'm-ready-to-be-fucked look.

   Her blonde hair was tangled but still framed her beautiful face.  She
was breathing through her partially-opened mouth, perhaps recovering from
scrambling around in the pile.  Her moist lips were full and heavy and
pink. Her breasts were two absolute delights, two milky rounded swellings
of vanilla topped with strawberry aureoles like a mound on a mound, little
nipples soft and virginal and almost non-existent.  Her stomach wasn't soft
and flabby; it was almost hard and I could see the underlying muscles
heaving up and down as she breathed.  Her legs were close together, between
them a scant covering of blonde pubic hair, nothing showing of the opening
there.

   Aimee called the order of which female was to choose.  Petra was called
first and she chose Toby.  He grinned, held his long slim penis straight
out toward her, followed instructions, knelt at her feet, and prayed to his
goddess for the night.

   Jean-Nicole was called next.  She chose Matt.  He grinned just as widely
as Toby, followed instructions, stiff penis pointing almost at the ceiling,
knelt at her feet, and salaamed to her beauty.

   Renée was called third and, surprise, she chose me.  She'd had me once
and I wondered why again.  My hard-on led me over in front of her.  I
followed instructions and knelt and bowed at her feet.

   Anna was called next.  She chose Pyotr and it was easy to see he was
pleased by her choice.  He almost danced over in front of her, dick red,
rampant, and ready, and knelt before her.

   I knew which the last two couples would choose.  They really had no
choice since each female was required to choose a new partner for the
night. Sam chose Iain and Caitlyn chose James and the two males danced over
in front of their females for the night led by rigid erections.  When they
knelt and bowed, I wondered if I had looked so ridiculous on my knees with
my head down low and my butt up in the air.

   I looked around at everybody and saw that they all seemed pleased, both
with their choice and at being chosen.  I stood up, held out a hand to
Renée, and pulled her up against me.  She put her hands on my butt, pressed
her stomach against mine and, of course, sandwiched my hard penis between
our bellies.  She lifted her face to mine and I leaned over and kissed her.
I briefly looked up, saw five other couples in various stages of a kissing
embrace, and then kissed Renée again.  Her tongue invited me in and I
challenged it to a duel for dominance.

   Hand-in-hand, Petra led an obedient Toby out of the room.  Jean-Nicole
led a smiling Matt.  Renée led me.  I quickly glanced at Anna and saw her
smiling at me but with her arms around Pyotr.  I think she mouthed the word
"Enjoy." The other couples, I suppose, followed and we all went to
different bedrooms.

   I didn't know what to expect but the females had evidently planned well.
Renée led me to a freshly-made bed with smooth sheets.  I knew we were
going to mess up the sheets more than a little.  I started to put my arms
around her but she put her palms on my chest and pushed me away.

   "Would you like to shower with me first, David?" she asked.  "I'm all
sweaty."

   "No.  I'm sweaty too but I want you just as you are."

   "Are you sure?" she questioned.  "I think there must have been more than
six guys and five other girls.  I lost count of the dicks I sucked and the
pussies I licked.  My bouchi feels like it's drooling down my legs."

   "Yeah, I know how you feel," I said.  "If we ever do that again, I think
we ought to have longer than a minute to find somebody to lick or suck.  It
seems like Aimee was calling time just as soon as I got started."

   "It was fun," she said.  "Now what do you want to do?"

   "I thought you ladies were supposed to be in charge tonight."

   "We are but maybe what you want and what I want will be the same."

   "I hope so.  I want to give you a tongue-bath.  I want to lick all the
sweat off you.  I want to kiss you and lick you and suck your little
strawberry nipples until I taste cream.  I want to lick your little pussy
until you have a few orgasms and tell me to stop.  Then I want to slide my
tianga in your drooling bouchi and give you a good fucking."

   "I think that's what I would like too," she said and sudden leaped
upward.  I caught her ass just in time and she wrapped her arms around my
neck and her legs around my waist.  I could feel her wet bouchi touching
the head of my tianga and I wanted to impale her.  Somehow, I resisted the
urge and saved it for later.

   She leaned her head to one side, I instinctively leaned to the other and
she tried to shove her tongue down my throat.  I let her swab my tonsils
without retaliating for a moment and then I invaded her territory.  For a
while, that was all we did, me standing there just inside the bedroom with
her clinging to me with arms and legs and both of us dueling with our
tongues.

   She pulled her face away and said, "Lift me.  Lift me like you did last
time.  I liked that."

   I put my arms in her armpits and slowly lifted her and watched as her
delicious breasts passed in front of my face and then her taut stomach. 
She squealed and I resolved to give her good reason to squeal.  When I saw
her little split mound with its light surround of fine curly blond hair, I
looked up and saw her head almost touching the ceiling.  I lifted a little
more and heard her head bonk against the ceiling.

   "Ouch, damn it, David, that hurt," she said.

   I lowered her back down and she again wrapped her arms around my neck
and her legs around my waist.  She stuck her little pink tongue out at me.
I stuck mine out and wiggled it.  She stuck her tongue out again and I
leaned forward and sucked on it.

   I wanted to use my mouth and tongue on other places so I walked over to
the bed, slowly leaned over, and eased her down on the bed.  I quickly
pushed her back, lifted her legs, and splayed them in a sexy V with her
glistening bouchi at the bottom.  I dropped to my knees, bent over, still
holding her legs, and started sucking and licking first one delightful
breast and then the other.  She moaned loudly.  Maybe I was sucking too
strongly.  I tried to be gentle but I wanted to get her entire breast in my
mouth.

   After a while, I licked a path down over her vertical navel to just
above her pussy and then licked up first one thigh and then the other. 
Damn, I tasted sweat and pussy juice and something else all intermingled
and it was like an aphrodisiac.  My dick liked it but I told it to wait a
little longer.  The insides of her thighs were so soft and smooth and I
loved licking them.  She moaned softly and I took that to mean she liked it
too.

   I pushed her legs out to the side so they were almost splayed
horizontally, dropped down a little and sought out the place where her
vagina was hidden in all the coral flesh, and started tongue fucking.  She
squealed again.  I kept doing it and I tasted her arousal.  Maybe my dick
drooled but her pussy flooded.

   Finally, I licked from her little pink pucker, over the widespread lips
of her pussy, and all the way to the little button at their apex.  It felt
like a little penis to my lips and tongue.  I sucked on it and licked it
and then sucked even harder and licked some more and then she really
squealed as she came.  I turned loose of one leg and stuck two fingers in
her vagina and kept sucking.  Her pussy clamped down on my fingers and I
sucked and licked and finger fucked until it finally relaxed and got even
more juicy and softer.

   I stood up, crawled in the bed, and started to drag her around.  She
surprised me.  She pushed me down on my back, crawled on top of me, showed
my tianga where to go, and, in a couple of ups and down, she engulfed it
until her soft ass cheeks were pressing down on my tolos.  I didn't
protest. I liked it her way.  I liked it my way.  I liked it anyway.

   For a moment, she sat there gently squirming around and a little bit up
and down.  I looked up from where we were joined to her face and saw her
eyes closed and a grin that said she liked what she was experiencing.  I
reached up with both hands, lifted her breasts with my palms, and caught
her erect nipples with my thumb and a finger.  She smiled even more.

   "I'm going to fuck you," she said, and she did.  I lay there unmoving
except for lifting my head to look at her face and lowering it to look
where my glistening tianga was sliding in and out of her bouchi.  I held
her breasts as best I could with her moving and used my thumb and one
finger to roll and pinch her little nipples.  Just watching her face, I
could easily tell when she came.  Her face gradually changed from a
closed-lips smile into a frowning grimace and her little bouchi tried to
squeeze the juice out of my penis.

   I allowed her about half a minute to recover and then lifted her by the
hips.  I turned my beast loose, fucked up into her for a brief while, and
then shoved her down with every inch of my tianga in her and emptied my
balls against her cervix.  She really squealed then, almost a scream.

   The second time, she wanted me on top.  I obliged.

   I slowly slid my dick in her juicy pussy, loving the heat and wetness
and tightness of her vagina.  When I thought most of my dick was in her and
my slack scrotum was resting on her soft ass cheeks, I paused for a moment
to savor the delicious feeling.  That's when she asked me a question.

   "David, do you love me?"

   Did I?  I thought for only a split second, knowing what answer I'd best
give.

   "Yes."

   "I love you too.  I've been thinking a lot about love.  I love you and I
love Iain and I love Matt and Toby.  When I get around to James and Pyotr,
maybe I'll love them too.  Does that make sense?"

   "Yes, I love all the women here.  It's not just sex.  It's love too. 
You're all wonderful lovable women."

   "But I love Matt and Toby in different ways."

   "How?"

   "Well, Toby is the most wonderful lover any woman could want.  He puts
me ahead of himself and I usually come three or four times with him. 
Sometimes he drives me out of my mind, maybe before he even gets his tianga
in me."

   "And Matt?"

   "Matt's not as good a lover but I'm strongly attracted to him.  He's all
male and he's dangerous and sometimes he fucks me so hard I feel like I'm
helpless but loving what he does.  Sometimes I'm afraid of Matt, never
Toby."

   "Which tianga do you like best?"

   "Neither.  Toby's is long and slim but it fills me up and he knows how
to use it to please me.  Matt's is bigger around but it fills me up the
same way and I like it when he loses control and just fucks me."

   "Are you finally going to make up your mind which one you want?"

   "I think I already have.  I think Jean-Nicole wants Matt and I want her
to have him.  I want Toby when I settle down and get married.  I think I
want to have children with him."

   "That's good.  You should surrender yourself to loving one man as
completely as you can.  That's what Anna and I have done.  We have a degree
of intimacy and love that makes us like one person sometimes.  It seems
we're one body and I feel both her orgasm when her cervix is gasping for my
semen and my penis is pumping it out almost directly into her womb.  I
don't think you can achieve that unless you really surrender to loving
another person.  It forms a bond that I think is unbreakable."

   "I hope Toby and I can be like that.  Sometimes I think we are."

   "Why are you telling me this?  Do you want my approval?  I may be the
leader but I'm not when it comes to affairs of the heart."

   "I know.  We swap back and forth, you know.  Some nights the four of us
get together and Toby will make love to me while Matt is with Jean-Nicole.
Then after they both come one time, we swap and make love again and each
one gets sloppy seconds.  That's what Matt calls it."

   "I hope you understand why we have the sex parties, Renée.  We want to
foster a strong feeling of love in everybody, not just a love for one
person but a love for every woman here.  Every man, too, but I don't think
we have to have sex for that."

   "Why not?  Matt and Toby have had sex together while Jean-Nicole and I
were with each other.  Sometimes they watch us and sometimes we watch
them."

   "Chacun à son goût."

   "What does that mean?"

   "Everyone to his taste."

   "Or her taste.  Do you have that taste?"

   "I suppose.  In some ways.  Sometimes I feel like a friend to Iain. 
Sometimes a brother.  Sometimes a lover.  I'm more like a father with James
and Toby.  I'm just a friend, maybe a brother, to Matt.  I've given all
four blow jobs."

   "You don't think it's bad to have sex with someone of the same sex?"

   "No, as long as it fosters love.  James was abused by a foster father.
That fostered hatred and was wrong."

   "Well, he certainly loves Sam.  They may have sex with other partners
but I think they're already strongly committed to each other."

   "I think so too."

   "Are you going to move your ass or are you going to just lay here on top
of me?"

   "I'm ready if you are."

   She had her arms around my chest and her ankles locked over my ass while
we were talking.  I reached down with my right arm, put it behind her knee,
and pushed back.  I did the same with my left arm and she was bent almost
in half and her pussy was at a perfect angle for me to ream it out.

   I started slowly as usual, just luxuriating in the feelings as my dick
slid in and out of her hot liquid pussy and I gradually moved my ass faster
and harder.  I didn't resist when my beast assumed control and I fucked her
as hard and as fast as I could.  When I felt the first twinges of coming, I
fastened my mouth on hers and tongue-fucked her too.  When I came, hard and
almost painful in how good it was, she screamed into my open mouth.  I
didn't feel her little bouchi squeezing.

   "Did you come?"

   "No, but I don't need to."

   I moved down over her, still holding her knees almost in her armpits,
and fastened my mouth on her pussy like a leech and sucked a whining
groaning orgasm out of her.  I tasted our combined dick-juice and
pussy-juice when I licked over her drooling vagina but I was still so
damned hot I didn't care.

   After that, not a word was said.  She backed up to me and I spooned up
to her and tucked my completely-satisfied dick in the warm juicy spot
between her legs.  I cupped my hand under one hot sweaty breast, kissed her
on the back of her neck, and gave up for the night.  I didn't give a flying
fuck in a forest fire what drooled out of us onto the sheets.

   <><><>

   Two days after our sex party, we, six males, no females, decided to go
hunting.  Matt and Iain and I invited the three male Mouseketeers to go
with us and they jumped at the chance.  We didn't even ask if any of the
females wanted to go.  We simply announced the decision as a fait accompli.
The females didn't protest but we got a few frowns and more than one pink
tongue stuck out at us.

   We had been cooped up on the day after our party by a cold blustery
rain. I knew that if a frontal system moved through one day, the weather
would probably be sunny and cold the day after.  Deer would probably try to
shelter during the rain and would be hungry and foraging the next day.

   We decided to split up into small teams as usual, with me leading a team
with Iain and James and with Matt leading the other with Toby and Pyotr.

   We all carried a spear as usual and a bow, the Brute for me.  As part of
weapons training all of us had practiced carrying a spear in the right hand
and a bow notched with an arrow in the left.  If we wanted to use the bow,
we quietly laid our spear on the ground or dropped it and then used our
right hand to draw the bow.  I'd made the others practice it until we were
all quite fast and accurate at it.

   After an early breakfast, we went down the mountain and then split into
teams.  Matt and I wanted to try something.  His team split off and went
toward the east.  My team continued down the mountain a few more minutes
and then went to the east as well.  The idea was that if his team spooked
some deer, they might flee down hill and run right into my team.

   The idea worked.  We'd been quietly walking for a while when I heard the
sounds of fleeing deer.  James was leading our group with me in the middle
and Iain bringing up the rear.  James and I dropped our spears and drew our
bows, ready.  That's when disaster struck.

   A large buck bounded over a bush, touched ground once, and then collided
with James.  He had no time to get off an arrow before the buck lowered its
head, swung it up, caught James on its antlers, and threw him backwards. 
He might have tried to defend himself by grabbing the antlers but it
happened so fast I couldn't tell if he was successful.  He landed on his
back with a whump.

   I knew the buck might try to gore him while he lay there defenseless and
I knew I had to do something.  I ran a few steps, launched myself at the
deer, hit it with a body block near its front legs, and knocked it down.  I
didn't want the buck to get away so I quickly scrambled around, sat down
astride it, grabbed it by the antlers, and pulled its head back.  Its front
and hind legs were kicking back and forth wildly but it couldn't get any
traction when on his side.

   "Iain, get Big Boy!" I yelled.  "Cut its throat!"

   After Iain and Anna and James and I killed the bear on the isthmus, I
had trained Iain and the others in the best way to cut an animal's throat.
Iain did it perfectly.  He pulled Big Boy out of my scabbard, got behind
the deer's head, and, with both hands, shoved big boy down in its throat
and cut outward.  It worked.  Red blood fountained up and quickly subsided
into strong flows.  The deer's struggles gradually subsided.

   I quickly went to James.  He was still flat on his back, unmoving, and I
saw pain and fear on his face.  His eyes and mouth were open but he didn't
seem to be breathing.  He was holding his lower abdomen and seemed frozen.
While I watched, he gulped once, twice, and then started gasping to get
more air into his lungs through his open mouth.  I knew I should try to see
how badly he was hurt.  Iain knelt beside him on the other side.

   "James, hold on to Iain's hands.  I'm going to look at your belly."

   "David, it hurts," he said and his words showed his pain.  He turned
loose of the clothing on his belly and grasped Iain's hands.

   "Let's give it a few minutes and see if you feel better," I said. 
"Maybe it just knocked the breath out of you.

   I looked at his tunic, saw some rips, but I didn't see any blood.  I
gently peeled the tunic up and saw a chemise.  It was also torn in one
place and I could see a second chemise under the first one.  I was relieved
a little.  Maybe three layers of clothing had prevented something serious.

   I tugged the first chemise up and then stopped.  Below where I knew his
belly button was, I saw a small amount of blood around a pucker in the
cloth.  I eased the third layer up and felt a little resistance as the
cloth was pulled out of the pucker and away from his stomach.  That scared
me.  I didn't know what to do if his stomach wall had been penetrated and
the chemise pushed into the opening.

   I gently rolled the second chemise up on his chest and looked at his
belly.  He had three bad scrapes that started a few inches below his belly
button and extended up to his chest, maybe a foot long.  All three were
oozing a little blood.  The middle one was the one where the chemise had
stuck and where there was more blood.  I knew I should reassure him.

   "You've got three scrapes from the deer's antlers, James," I said.  "I
think your clothing saved you from something bad.  Can you put your finger
where it hurts the worst?"

   He promptly put his finger on the bottom of the middle scrape.  I looked
closer.  The skin was definitely broken and seemed to be pushed in a
little. I used my cool vision to home in on the bloody little pucker but I
didn't see anything that indicated his abdominal wall had been penetrated.
I decided to try something.

   "James, I want you to take a deep breath, hold your nose, and then push
down like you're trying to shit.  Can you do it?"

   He nodded and did what I asked.  His whole stomach bulged but I saw no
change in the place where the antler had almost penetrated him.  I was no
medic and I didn't know what to do.  I looked up at Iain.

   "Iain, can you go up the mountain and yell for the others?" I asked.  "I
think they're close and we're going to need help."

   Iain quickly started up the mountain, yelling for Matt.  Moments later,
he returned with Matt following and Toby and Pyotr behind them.  I held
James hands in mine to reassure him while Iain explained what had happened
and then I looked up at Matt.

   "Matt, I think you and I should carry James home as quickly as possible.
From the outside, he doesn't seem to be injured badly but he could have
internal injuries.  Anna will know what to do."

   "What are we going to do about the deer?" James asked, barely able to
speak.

   "We'll get it later," I said.  "You don't worry about it.  We need to
get you home."

   "David, I want to take the deer with us," James said.  "I can walk.  You
and Matt can carry it."

   I looked at Matt.  "What do you think we should do?"

   He looked around at all of us, at the deer, and then back at James.  He
held out his hand to James and said, "Stand up."

   James struggled to his feet.  I saw that Matt had not really pulled him
up.  He had just provided a hand for James to pull on.  James swayed a
little, moved his feet farther apart, and grinned at me.

   "Walk with me," Matt said, and James managed to walk with him.  They
walked around the deer and then returned to where I was still squatting.  I
could see that James was hurting but he managed to grin again as though he
had proved something.

   "Let's try it his way, David," he said.  "You and I can tie the deer's
legs to a spear and carry it.  Iain and Toby can help James walk.  Pyotr
can carry stuff."

   "What if James can't walk all the way?" Toby asked.

   "We can leave the deer somewhere and string James up on a spear so David
and I can carry him," Matt said without grinning.

   "Hot damn," Toby said.  "Can we have him for dinner?"

   James showed him a middle finger.  They were both grinning.

   "Can I say something to the deer before you guys string him up?" James
asked.

   I had no idea what he wanted to say but I approved anyway.  "Sure."

   He walked over to the deer and looked down at it.  "I'm sorry, Mr. 
Buck. I apologize for us killing you.  You sort of exploded out of that
bush and all I could think was how beautiful you were and what a
magnificent creature you were and then you got me.  I want to eat some of
your heart for supper so maybe I can grow up and be like you.  Maybe Iain
and David would like some of your heart too.  Is that OK?"

   On our way back home Iain and Toby led the pack and helped James.  He
walked reasonably well at first, his arms around their necks, one of theirs
around his waist but before we were home I could see him struggling and
relying on them more and more.  Matt and I carried the deer all the way
home with no problem.  Pyotr brought up the rear, carrying extra bows and
quivers and spears, still trying to sing the Hi Ho song with a voice that
couldn't decide whether to sing like a boy or like a man.

   We stopped beside a stream to rest once and Matt and I field dressed the
deer.  Toby and Iain and Pyotr offered to help but I told them to save
their strength to carry James and other stuff the rest of the way.

   As soon as we got home, I removed the deer's heart, put in a pot, and
told Pyotr to take it to James so he could tell Jean-Nicole what he wanted.
I hung the deer in the cooler to let it age before I butchered it.

   Anna thoroughly examined and questioned James and prescribed pain pills
and bed rest with someone sitting with him.  Sam volunteered but she didn't
exactly sit; she crawled in their bed and cuddled up to his side and held
his hand in hers.  He slept through lunch but was awake and at the table
for supper.

   Our dinner arrangements that night were different.  Six males sat at one
table and were served and waited on and pampered by six females.  We ate a
stew made of deer heart and potatoes and onions, fried pork cutlets, a
casserole of scalloped oysters, mixed garden greens braised with olive oil
and garlic, and lots of fresh bread.  The six of us were each served a
portion of the stew.  I expected the heart meat to be tough and tasteless
but Jean-Nicole somehow had made it tender and delicious.

   The six females sat at the other table except when they were jumping up
to make sure we had everything we wanted.  They didn't even ask for help
from our table when they cleaned the kitchen.

   James had a badly bruised stomach, all purple and red and yellow for
days after, but no serious or permanent internal or external injuries.  For
three days he had to pee in a pot and then let Anna look at it to see if
there was any blood in his urine.  He had pain pills for two days and
didn't act like his usual mischievous self.  He had six women lovingly
taking care of him so maybe he was faking a little.

   Matt and I had a long talk the next morning and he asked if I was
grooming him for leadership when I let him decide what we should do to get
James home.  I lied and said I hadn't thought of it but I said I probably
wouldn't have decided anything differently from the way he did.

   A couple of days after our hunting trip, James and I happened to wander
into the toilet to piss at the same time.  We both did it the same way,
held our loincloths to the side with our left hand, held our dicks with our
right, and pissed somewhat competitively.  When we started to walk away, I
gave in to an urge and pulled him against me with one hand behind his head
and one arm around his chest.  He wrapped both arms around me and squeezed.
I held him for a moment, both of us quietly breathing, his head nestled
against my throat and chest.

   "What was that for?" he asked, as we started to walk back out in the
hallway.

   I stopped and looked at him.  Perhaps he was a boy when he came to be
with me but he was a young man now.  He still had that infectious grin,
long hair almost down on his shoulders, slim hard body.  He was a beautiful
young man.

   "James, you called me father after we spanked you," I said.  "I'm not
but I love you like a father.  I wish you could know how I felt when I saw
you lying on the ground after the deer got you.  I hope you and I both live
to a ripe old age and I hope I never stop loving you like that.  I'm proud
of you and I hope my son will be like you."

   He grinned at me and winked.

   <><><>

   A little before our usual time to start the day, Aimee announced our
newest arrival to Anna and me.  I asked her to call Iain and Caitlyn in a
few minutes and then call the others but ask them to wait until they were
called to come to Aimee's room.  She described him as a beautiful young boy
and she was certainly right.

   I needed only one word to describe our new arrival.  Boy!  No other
words were necessary to label him.

   He was sitting in Aimee's recliner in very good posture, his head
upright and steady, his calves dangling at the end of the chair, his arms
straight by his sides, and his hands holding onto the end of the chair. 
His small penis was erect and uncapped and protruding from between his
legs. He was looking around with evident curiosity.  As soon as Anna and I
walked in, he turned to look at us and smiled, a warm happy smile.

   He was another beautiful boy, just a boy, just on the cusp of turning
into a man.  His hair was a rich brown and was long and tangled, curling up
on his neck.  His eyes were brown too and were squinted, perhaps at the
bright light.  His nose was still a boy's pug nose.  His lips perfect and
full and pink.  Perfect white teeth showing in his smile.  Chin flawless
with a little dimple in the middle.  And finishing his beauty: freckles,
lots of them, brown freckles across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

   I couldn't see any sigh of a tan on his body - just flawless smooth skin
with no white stripe around his hips.  His penis looked like that of a boy
just beginning puberty, maybe five inches erect, pubic hair very sparse,
testicles larger than a boy's but not yet a man's.

   "Hello," he said and looked both of us up and down.  He didn't seem
surprised that we were naked.

   "Hello," Anna and I said at the same time.

   "You must be David, David Blunderbuss," he said, looking at me and then
shifting over to Anna, "and you must be Anna Conda.  They told me the
leader would be a really tall guy and he would be with a beautiful tall
woman."

   "Those were our last names," Anna said.  "We're married now and we've
chosen a new last name.  It's Guerrier.  Who're you?"

   "I'm Brian, Brian Stuart," he said.  "That's not my original name.  My
parents chose Stuart when they came to your world and I chose Brian because
it's something like my original first name.  Where are Iain and Caitlyn?"

   "We're here, Brian," Iain said from behind me.  I turned and saw him and
Caitlyn walking in.  "Do you know me?"

   "No, I just know about you.  They said you came here from Ireland, where
the transporter is located.  I came from a group in England.  We were
located near Southend-on-Sea, east of London, on the coast of the North
Sea. They said you would be with a little blonde angel and, yok, they were
right."

   "Yok?" Caitlyn said.

   "That's an exclamation something like damn in our original language,"
Iain said.

   Aimee was watching from her screen.  "David, Brian was awake and alert
almost as soon as he arrived.  Perhaps he had an easy journey."

   "Brian, everyone who has made the journey before you has arrived with a
full bladder." I said.  "Do you need to pee?"

   He looked down at his erect penis, then back up at me, and smiled again,
self-consciously.

   "Yeah, I need to go."

   He slid off the end of the recliner and tried to stand.  I could see
from the expression on his face that he was dizzy.  I reached out toward
him and he grabbed my right hand.  I put my left hand under his arm.

   "Brian, most of us have experienced some dizziness from the journey,"
Anna said.  "Hang on to David and Iain and let them help you to the
toilet."

   "OK, I really do need to go," he said, still smiling with what I'd call
an appealing smile.  He took a few steps, still holding my hand and then
stopped.  He was very unsteady on his feet.  Iain held him by his other arm
and the three of us went to the toilet and lined up at three adjacent
urinals.  Brian reached down and held his penis.  Nothing happened.

   "I've got to piss too, Iain," I said.  "How about you?"

   "Yeah, me too."

   We shuffled up a little closer, and started pissing.  Brian looked at me
pissing, then at Iain, and that was all the stimulus he needed.  He bent
his dick down to horizontal and started another stream.

   With a detour to fit him in a loincloth, we helped him back to Aimee's
chair to see whether he needed to be medicated.  He said he felt better
than he did after playing soccer at school and was able to stand for Aimee
to take all his measurements.  I asked her to give him the same clearance
as all the others.  She knew to restrict him from entry to only one room.
After that he didn't seem surprised when he was given four hugs.  He
grinned more after naked breasts than after naked chests.

   He asked me if I would call all the others and I did.  As they were
introduced, he got more hugs.  He seemed to linger longer with Renée than
with the rest of us.  He whispered something to her and she nodded and
grinned.  Lucky gave him a sniff test, decided he was acceptable, and
licked his cheek.  Brian beamed and scratched Lucky's head.

   When he finally got off his knees with Lucky, he looked around at all of
us and his face broke out with a beautiful smile, even more so than James
face when he arrived.

   "I've got some things I'm supposed to say but I want to ask a couple of
questions first," he said.  "Is that OK?"

   "Yes, you're free to say anything you wish," I said.

   "Are all of you content to stay here together?  Are you happy with your
new world?  Are you satisfied with David's leadership?"

   I heard lots of yeses and variations on that.  Brian waited until we
were all quiet again.

   "First of all, I want to tell you that my father and sister are coming
here as soon as they can.  I have a twin sister who should arrive next and
then my father is coming.  My mother is dead, killed about two months ago
in the London bombing.  That's why my father insisted so much that he
wanted to come and my sister and I wanted to come too.  We just didn't want
to stay in a world where somebody would blow themselves up just to kill
other people."

   "Brian, Renée told us that we were going to have access to knowledge
about your world, like its technology and tools but she said she couldn't
do it until someone else came.  Can the two of you unlock that knowledge
somehow?" I asked.

   He looked at Renée, smiled, and nodded at her.

   "Yeah, we can unlock it.  We've both got to say the same thing to Aimee
and then she will be a repository for knowledge about our world just like
she is for knowledge about your world."

   "How old is your father?" I asked.  "What can you tell us about him?"

   "He's not old.  He's just thirty-three.  He and my mother were childhood
sweethearts and they had me and my sister when they were just nineteen. 
He's a scientist and I don't understand what he does.  He says he will act
as a translator or something in helping you with our stuff.  He says he
needs to be occupied with working so he doesn't think about our mother so
much."

   "Well, you're going to be occupied here," James said.  "I was almost
killed by a deer a week ago.  My stomach's not usually this color."

   He pointed to all the purple and yellow scrapes and bruising on his
abdomen.  I assumed he was trying to make Brian think of something other
than his mother's death.

   "Yok," Brian said.

   "Yok?" Toby questioned.

   "Yok is an exclamation something like damn in our old language," Iain
explained again.

   "Hot Yok!" Toby exclaimed.  "I like it.  I'm multilingual now."

   "Yeah, multi-cunnilingual," James said.

   Toby showed him a finger.  James showed him one back.  Sam and
Jean-Nicole hit them on the backs of their heads.  James yelped.  Toby said
"WhatdidIdo?" Brian looked bewildered.

   "Brian, you might as well get used to the way these kids are with each
other," I said.  "They love to do anything to provoke us to laughing.  It's
all in fun."

   "Brian, when your sister comes, does she have a boyfriend," Pyotr asked.
"Do you have a girlfriend?"

   "No, not yet."

   "Well, you've got one now.  Her name's Petra and I highly recommend her.
Maybe you'd put in a good word with your sister for me."

   "Let's leave the match-making for later," I said.  "Brian's got
something else to tell us."

   "I have but could I just tell you the important stuff first.  I'm
thirsty and hungry and maybe I could sleep for a while after I eat
something.  I'll try to answer questions later."

   "You could sleep in the room with Pyotr and me if you want to," Petra
said.  "We'd like that."

   "Let him tell us his message and then we'll feed him and you can put him
to bed," Anna said.

   Brian grinned that wide smile again.  "The first thing is that if Renée
and I say the same thing to Aimee it will unlock all of her knowledge of
our old world.  She's had it all along but just didn't know it.  The second
thing is that Aimee will then be able to send a person back to their place
of origin in their universe.  The people at Southend recommend that people
travel no more than two times so I suppose I'm stuck here because I've
already done that.  Sending inanimate things like tablets is no problem so
you can communicate with them.  They want to know everybody is well and
happy here.  They want you to send them a tablet with pictures of
everybody. If you send them a tablet with a message about what you need,
they can send supplies.  Are you ready for me and Renée to say the words to
Aimee that will unlock all this?  Are you ready, Aimee?"

   I was speechless, thinking of all the implications of his message. 
Aimee wasn't.

   "Yes, Brian, I'm ready."

   He looked at me.  I nodded.

   He took Renée's hand in his and they moved directly in front of Aimee's
monitor.  They both said the same thing: "The frog is dead." At least
that's what it sounded almost like.  I assumed that their password was in
their original language.

   Aimee blinked rapidly a few times, cocked her head to one side, and
smiled.

   "Well, that's interesting," she said.

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