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

   I felt the cool response flow over me and my hearing and sight were
enhanced as usual.  I climbed up on a rock to look behind the bears and saw
what they were fleeing from: wolves.  I stood there, not moving, and they
kept coming toward me, not hurrying, just doggedly in pursuit of the bears.
I counted three.  All appeared to be about the same large size and
coloration and I guessed that they were all males.

   When the mama bear saw me, she seemed to give up.  About ten meters from
me, she flopped down on her side, chest heaving, tongue lolling out, eyes
closed.  The cubs started punching her in the belly with their snouts,
perhaps trying to nurse.

   The wolves saw me too and stopped advancing.  I suppose they were trying
to decide what to do.  They moved from side to side, always looking at the
bears and at me.  I knew I had to do something.  Maybe I could sound
retreat and let the wolves kill the bears but I didn't want to do that. 
The condition of the mama bear told me she didn't pose a threat to us.  I
knew wolves were always more of a threat than bears, especially with three
wolves and a single exhausted bear.  I knew my responsibility was to
protect the others under my care.  I decided to take the side of the bears
and do what I could to either kill the wolves or chase them away.

   I turned to look at the others and yelled, "Bows in left hand, spears in
right." I watched as they all quickly followed their training and notched
an arrow and then picked up their spear.

   "Line up on both sides of me, six on one side, six on the other, all
across the isthmus," I yelled.  "We're going to try to chase the wolves
off."

   We quickly formed a line of thirteen bodies which extended all the way
across the isthmus.  Anna was beside me and I saw that the other females
were with their man or boy.  I saw Matt and Jean-Nicole at one end of the
row and I wanted him next to me.

   "Matt, Jean-Nicole" I yelled.  "Next to me." They quickly moved to where
I wanted them, Matt next to me, still naked, holding his bow and spear
ready.  I looked right and left and saw looks of determination, not fear,
on the faces of all.

   "Listen to me, everybody," I yelled.  "We're going to try to chase the
wolves away.  If we can't, we're going to kill them.  I want this line to
move slowly toward them.  Matt and I will walk around the bears.  I don't
think we'll have to worry about mama bear but Matt and I will take care of
her if necessary.  Understand?  Answer up."

   I kept my eyes on the wolves while I listened to everybody answer.  I
decided to clarify my instructions.

   "I want everybody to hold their bow with an arrow notched in their left
hand, ready to shoot, spear in right hand.  If I yell kill, I want you to
shoot and then quickly notch another arrow.  Don't look to see where your
first arrow went.  Be ready instantly with a second arrow.  If necessary,
let it go without me saying anything.  Understand?"

   As soon as everybody answered, I began to walk slowly toward the wolves
and the others walked with me.  The wolves watched us carefully but they
didn't seem to be turning away, just curious about what we were and what
danger we might present.

   Matt and I split apart when we approached the mama bear and walked
around her.  She just lay there panting as the cubs tried to nurse.  When
we closed ranks again, I saw one of the wolves move in front of the others
and I guessed that they might be about to charge.  I yelled, "Kill!"

   I saw a barrage of arrows, mine included, fly toward the three wolves.
Two of the wolves were hit and immediately started twisting and biting at
what was hurting them.  The third one was unscathed and foolishly continued
his charge.  I notched another arrow but I didn't release it.  I wanted my
arrow to be the last one.  I watched a second barrage from the others bring
the wolf to the ground.

   Lucky broke ranks away from James and ran to the wolves, barking madly,
snapping at them, but never getting close enough to be in danger.  He
looked tiny compared to them.

   I yelled, "Spears, finish them off," and watched as a bunch of males and
females quickly grabbed spears and put the writhing wolves out of their
misery.  Even Petra speared one of the wolves and seemed to enjoy it.  I
smiled.  Lucky grabbed one wolf by the ear and shook it viciously.  James
made him heel again.  Damn, I was proud of our crew.  They had followed my
instructions without question and we had killed the beasts.

   Matt and Anna and I walked back to where the mama bear lay on the sand,
still almost unconscious, still gasping for breath, chest heaving.  I knew
she was exhausted and perhaps in real danger.  I didn't want her to die.  I
knew we'd have to adopt two bear cubs if she did.

   "Matt, go get the oyster pot.  See if anybody has any extra water. 
We're going to see if we can resurrect mama bear."

   He returned with the pot and two bottles of water.  When I held out my
hand, he gave me a bottle and I trickled the water across the open mouth
and tongue of the bear.  Her eyes opened and she struggled to her feet.  I
poured just a little water out in front of her and she shuffled toward me.
I backed up to the oyster pot and poured the last of the water in it.  She
staggered up to the pot, stuck her head in, and started gulping oysters. 
When I held out my hand again, Anna gave me another bottle and I poured it
in the pot.  I stood there watching the bear slurping up the oysters and
water and, when she had licked the bottom of the pot clean, she lifted her
head and looked first at me and then at her cubs.

   I looked at the cubs and saw some of the Mouseketeers feeding them,
breaking off little bits of bread or meat.  The cubs were taking the food
out of their fingers.  Toby was squatting down, Renée was pouring water in
his cupped hands, and the cubs were lapping it.  Lucky was sitting beside
James' leg, tail wagging, tongue hanging out, just as he did when he wanted
to play with Lightening and his family.  Maybe he regarded the bear cubs as
playmates.

   Mama bear walked toward her cubs and then stopped, looked at them being
fed and watered, and perhaps she understood.  She just stood there watching
until the cubs had been cared for and the caregivers had backed away.  Then
she looked back at me again, turned, and walked around the wolves back
toward the mainland.  The cubs followed.

   Suddenly she stopped, looked back again, sniffed the sand, and started
scratching at something.  I wondered why she was digging.  She looked back
again at us, led her cubs into the maze of boulders, and disappeared.

   Matt and I walked over to where the bear had scratched and some of the
others followed.  When I looked down, I couldn't believe what I saw.  Part
of a huge shellfish, something like the end of a football, was uncovered. I
looked at Matt.  He seemed as puzzled as I was.  James and Toby used their
spears to dig around the creature.  As they uncovered more, it looked more
and more like a football with a closure on one side standing upright in the
sand.  James dropped to his knees and picked it up.  The other end wasn't
football like; it was more rounded.  Whatever was in the shell, if it was
edible, would probably be more than one man could eat.

   "I don't believe it," I said, in genuine amazement.  "Did mama bear just
show us how to find something good to eat?  Is that why the male bear we
killed was out here foraging for something?"

   "David, we're close to the water and I can tell that the waves break
over this area." Matt said.  "Maybe that brings food to those things.  If
there's one, maybe there are more."

   By now, everybody was standing around looking at what James was holding.
I wondered if we could find another.

   "Let's see if we can find another one," I said.  "Look for anything that
looks like the tip of that thing.  Use your spear to dig a little.  If we
can find another one, there may be lots more."

   We all did the Sanibel Stoop and looked and poked and dug and within a
few minutes Sam had uncovered the top of another just at the water's edge.

   "Ladies and gentlemen, I can't believe what just happened," I said.  "We
just saved the lives of mama bear and her two cubs.  Did she just express
her gratitude by showing us another food source?"

   That evoked a loud discussion which, I think, resulted in some of the
crew saying it was gratitude and some saying it seemed like it and the rest
saying they couldn't make up their mind.  Nobody took a completely negative
position.

   I looked up at the sun and judged that we had better get busy.  I
scoured the pot with sand and seawater while the naked oystering crew stood
around the fire trying to get up the courage to go back in the cold water.
Iain joined them and we soon had six naked shivering guys throwing oysters
back on the sand and six gals in Robin-Hood regalia bringing me oysters to
shuck.  The ones in the water worked hard, stopping occasionally to turn
like a rotisserie before the fire.  Jean-Nicole piled more oysters on rocks
close to the fire for lunch.  My stomach was growling by the time the pot
was reasonably full.  I shucked the last oysters for anybody who wanted one
on the half shell.  All of the guys slurped a few, including Brian, and
most of the gals.

   The naked oystering crew rotated by the fire again and then dressed with
the help of attentive females.  We wolfed down our lunch and started to
leave.  Toby reminded me that there was one more task: getting three wolf
tails for their collection.  He and James showed Pyotr and Brian how to
strip the tail off the bones.  We put the two footballs in a backpack
unopened and tied the oyster pot to a strong bamboo pole.  I guessed it
weighed perhaps fifty pounds but I knew Matt and I could carry it and could
pass it on to others occasionally.  I pondered the behavior of mama bear
all the way back home.  It certainly seemed like she had deliberately
showed her gratitude for saving her and her cubs.

   <><><>

   What else did we do in our new world?  We worked on our garden, went
hunting or fishing, explored our mountain always looking for anything which
was edible, exercised, trained with weapons, read books, studied courses
with Aimee, played chess, played hopscotch, talked and argued and discussed
endlessly, and, of course, enjoyed sex.

   In our garden, potatoes and onions were harvestable though not yet
mature enough to dig the potatoes or pull the onions.  The little new
potatoes and the green onions were real delights.  The winter greens were
still producing enough in spite of the cold spells.  We had plenty of big
turnips and rutabagas.  After rains, we leveled and repaired our vegetable
beds.  We planted snow peas and plants like bok choy, and made sure
everything was ready for our spring planting of tomatoes and other
vegetables.  We made our beds for corn and other grains as large as
possible on the hilly mountainside.  We started lots of different vegetable
plants inside and, with Aimee's lighting, they were thriving.

   We listened to the radio and sang and danced frequently.  Iain and
Caitlyn both worked on programs for station I-A-I-N and presented us with
popular tunes from years ago, with classical music, with Broadway musicals,
and with an occasional opera.  Aimee frequently played music while we were
working inside or outside within range.

   Under Iain's direction, we all sang in the New World Chorus every few
days.  Our latest attempt was to master selected songs from Showboat, a
Broadway musical Iain praised as the best ever written.  We sang as male,
female, and combined choruses, as solos, and as duets.  Matt's rendition of
Ol' Man River evoked goosebumps on me.  Iain and Caitlyn sang Why Do I Love
You and the beauty of their young voices mesmerized me.  James and Sam sang
another duet, You Are Love and looked like they really believed it.  Iain
was wise enough to make sure that everybody was included in the singing,
Brian too, even if he was a little shy.

   One night, we gathered in the teaching chamber and Anna and I sang Dans
La Nuit by Frederic Chopin, in French, the only language that could do
justice to the song.  Since Anna and I were the only ones who were fluent
in French, Aimee showed the French words and an English translation on her
monitor.  We sang part solo with either me or her and part duet and I
suppose everybody enjoyed it.  We had practiced and worked on the song for
quite a while.  Here are the first two lines of the lyrics:

   Et quand dans la nuit tout s'endormit, Je vis les cieux devant mes yeux
ferms.

   And when in the night all are sleeping, I see the heavens before my
closed eyes.

   One night we sang in the hallway, boys on one side, girls on the other,
a song Aimee said was do-wop from the 1950s, whatever that means, I Love
You for Sentimental Reasons.  When the girls were singing, the boys backed
them up with meaningless words like do-wop, do-wop, do-wop.  When the guys
sang a stanza, the girls backed us up the same way.  I thought our
performance was very good, even our finger-snapping and prancing.  We
followed that up with the humming song from the opera Madam Butterfly. 
Iain was a great conductor for everything we sang.

   Another night, Iain presented a concert by playing on his tallum and, of
course, Bach's Fugue in D Major was our favorite.  Saint-Saens' Organ
Symphony was a close second, especially the fourth movement when his tallum
sounded like an organ and made the walls shake.  I was amazed that he could
use his tallum keyboard as a single instrument or multiple instruments or
combined instruments.  I found it difficult to believe that he could get
the sound of violins or drums from a keyboard instrument.

   One evening we dressed up in our finest attire and danced to music by
Aimee.  First we did our usual procession around the central hallway,
marching to the Colonel Bogey March including everybody either whistling or
trying to at times and then going la-la-la when we could stop giggling and
laughing.  Maybe it was ridiculous but I enjoyed it.  After that we paired
up, Anna and I together, and did a couple of waltzes going
counter-clock-wise around the hallway.  Then Aimee turned the lights down
low, played some romantic tunes for us, and we slow-danced one to one.  The
previous time we did it, Anna had asked us to dance with someone other than
our usual partner.  This time, we chose our own partner and I danced with
Anna.  We had one extra male who had to sit out for one dance but we
decided the loner could then bump anyone he wished for the next dance.  I
watched Brian and could tell that he had probably never tried to dance
before but he was grinning and trying.

   One rainy afternoon, the male Mouseketeers, dressed only in loincloths,
demonstrated their gymnastic skills for the enjoyment of everybody.  In one
exercise, Toby, standing straight up, grabbed James hands, swung him
around, and he ended up on Toby's shoulders, legs around his neck.  I
thought that was impressive.  Then Brian and Pyotr walked up to each side
of Toby, put one hand on his hip, held the other hand up to James, and then
extended both their legs straight out to each side.  Only Toby's feet were
touching the floor.  Four beautiful young boys or men, slim, hard, muscular
bodies, all with long hair, smiling faces, the two on each side displaying
their family jewels: they were proud of their bodies and I was proud to be
associated with them.

   Equally impressive was what Toby did with me and Matt.  We were sitting
on the floor with our hands braced to each side.  Toby approached us from
our backs, put his hands on our heads, leaned forward, and balanced with
his body perpendicular to the floor.  I was impressed with that alone but
then he quickly moved so that both his hands were on the top of my head and
his body was still horizontal.  He wasn't finished.  He put one hand back
on Matt's head, then the other, and still stayed horizontal.  Then he did a
flying dismount, legs split around Matt, and stood in front of Matt with
his hands raised.

   Brian joined the three male Mouseketeers, James, Toby, and Pyotr, in
their explorations of our mountain.  Perhaps I should say four because, of
course, Lucky was always with James.  On occasion Sam, Renée, and Petra
joined then.  They took tablets and recorded most of the places they saw
and let Aimee add that to her database of our mountain.  At the request of
the ladies, they often brought back all sorts of dried flowers and
pinecones and other stuff to decorate our home.

   On one occasion, they came back hurriedly, full of news.  They had found
a colony of bees in a hollow tree and they thought there might be honey. 
There was.  We robbed the hive on a bright and clear but very cold day and,
with the aid of smoke, we stole about half the honey in the tree.  Only
three males were stung in the process, me included, but that was a price we
were all willing to pay.  That night we had freshly-baked bread with honey
and I supposed we all died and went to heaven.

   But best of all was what Anna and I did and what she said one sunny
afternoon.  We went for a walk, alone, holding hands most of the time.  We
walked all the way to the top of the mountain, sat in a sheltered spot for
a while, talking a little, looking for raptor birds, enjoying the peace and
quiet, listening to the unceasing murmur of the slight breeze and the
rustle of dormant vegetation.  Somewhere down on the mountain I heard the
staccato sound of a woodpecker looking for food in a tree.

   "Anna, are you happy here with me?" I asked.  "When James asked me to
adopt him, he called me Dad and then jokingly asked me to get him a car. 
You'll never ride in a car again.  You'll never see TV again.  You'll never
go shopping for clothes.  You'll never eat at Napoleon's again.  Are you
happy?"

   "David, I'm happy," she answered.  "I have the important things.  I have
a warm home, good food, a bed to sleep in with a man who loves me and holds
me at night, a child on the way: what more should I want?  I know this is a
world of your choosing; well, it's a world of my choosing too."

   We walked back home, holding hands, bumping hips and grinning
occasionally.  Perhaps to others we had done nothing much but to me it was
a perfect afternoon, just walking and enjoying being with the woman I
loved.

   <><><>

   The nightly clean-up chores rotated to Anna and me and Iain and Caitlyn.
Anna assigned me the duty of washing and herself the job of carrying dirty
dishes to the sink.  Iain and Caitlyn were left to rinse the dishes and
rack them to dry.

   "Are you going to do it tonight?" Caitlyn asked from beside me.

   "Yeah, Matt and Jean-Nicole are waiting on me and Anna," I answered. 
"We'll take Brian in tow when we leave.  He doesn't suspect; does he?"

   "I don't think so," Caitlyn answered.  "The kiddy crew may have told him
what they think may happen but as far as I know only the six of us know
when we're doing it and what we're going to do."

   "Who gets him first, Anna or Jean-Nicole?" Iain asked.

   "I don't know.  We'll let the two of them decide," I said.  "He'll
probably last about thirty seconds the first time."

   "Who gets sloppy seconds?" Caitlyn asked.

   "You really think he's going to ejaculate enough to make a mess in
somebody's bouchi?" Iain asked.

   "Anna wants to turn him loose with only a little advice for his first
time, to relieve the pressure some." I said.  "Then they'll start trying to
teach him the difference between fucking and making love."

   "Are you and Anna going to do the same thing with Matt and Jean-Nicole
that you did with us?" Caitlyn asked.  "You know, play at anything anybody
dreams up and then both of you make a deposit in two different bouchis."

   "Yeah, and we'll let Brian do it as many times as he can get it up,"
Anna said.  "Jean-Nicole and I may get fucked a lot more than three times.
If he's still going strong at daylight tomorrow, maybe you'd better rescue
us."

   When we finished, I dried my hands and Anna and I walked over to the
Mouseketeer table.  All tables had swing-out seats for six people but now
there were seven people at one table.  They had solved the problem by
putting one of the benches I made at the end of the table.

   Matt and Jean-Nicole were sitting at the adjacent table.  They both
looked at me questioningly.  I nodded and smiled and they stood up.

   Anna and Jean-Nicole walked around behind Brian and each put a hand on
his shoulders.  He looked up at them and smiled that cute boy grin again.
He really was a cute kid, probably cuter than James or Toby or Pyotr.  He
certainly had a more appealing face and smile.  His smile was impossible to
resist.  I wondered if he knew what we intended for him.

   Jean-Nicole leaned over and whispered in his ear.  He frowned and looked
around at all the other youngsters, maybe waiting for their approval for
him to leave.  They were all grinning at him.  They knew what was going to
happen.  He stood up and two females took his hands and led him over to
Matt and me.

   "Brian, Anna and I are going to play with Matt and Jean-Nicole tonight,"
I said.  "Would you like to play with us?"

   He looked puzzled.  "What do you mean?"

   "Brian, you're beginning to become a man," Jean-Nicole said.  "Tonight,
we want to help you learn about love and sex.  I think you'll have fun and
enjoy it.  Come with us."

   He was still grinning as Jean-Nicole and Anna, hand in hand in hand, led
him out of the kitchen and down the hallway to the bedchamber at the end.
Matt and I followed obediently behind, hand in hand too.  I was surprised
because I expected us to use the bedchamber where Anna and I lived or the
one used by Matt and Jean-Nicole.  When we went in, I saw that somebody had
made up one of the alcoves with clean bed linen and lots of pillows.

   "Brian, you are the one who decides what will happen to you tonight," I
said.  "We're not going to force you to do anything.  If you're ready,
let's all take off our loincloths."

   He was ready.  His loincloth was probably the first of five to hit the
floor and he was ready with a rampant hard-on before my dick or Matt's
began to lift their heads.  He stood there, a beautiful young boy, stiff
dick, smile on his lips, ready to become a man.

   Anna and Jean-Nicole had evidently already decided how we were to
arrange ourselves in the bed alcove.  Matt crawled in first, close to the
back wall and Jean-Nicole stretched out in front of him.  Then Brian was
told to crawl in the middle next to her.  Anna took her place next, on the
other side of Brian, and that left me to get in last, on the side of the
mattress next to the room.

   As soon as we were all in the bed, Anna and Jean-Nicole cuddled up to
Brian, kissed him on both cheeks, put one of their legs over one of his,
and put their hands on his family jewels.  Matt and I propped up on one
elbow so we could see what they were doing to him.

   "Brian, we want you to enjoy whatever we do tonight," Jean-Nicole said.
"If we do something you don't like, just tell us and we'll stop.  We want
you to have fun.  OK?"

   She had her hand under Brian's tolos, gently lifting and playing with
them.  Anna had her hand around his tianga, just gently and slowly stroking
up and down.  It was already big enough so that when she slid her hand
down, the uncovered red head was above her thumb and forefinger.

   "I understand," he said, still grinning that beautiful boy smile of his.

   "Jean-Nicole and I have talked it over and have decided who will be your
first," Anna said.  "Jean-Nicole gets that pleasure.  Is that OK with you?"

   "Yes, of course," he said.  "But what do you want me to do?"

   Anna and Jean-Nicole swapped toys.  Jean-Nicole put her hand on his
tianga and let Anna play with his tolos.

   "We'll get to that in just a minute," Jean-Nicole said.  "First we want
to talk to you, to begin to educate you on how to make love to a woman so
she enjoys it as much as you do."

   "Brian, evolution has programmed you to change from a boy to a man and
there's a reason for that," Anna said.  "A man always wants to get his
tianga in a woman's bouchi and squirt out his semen and make a baby with
her.  All of sex is about that one thing: making babies."

   "But there's a reward to you for doing that, Brian," I added.  "Making
love to a woman will be the most pleasurable, most satisfying thing you'll
ever do."

   "I can vouch for that," Matt said.  "You're a lucky little devil. 
You've got two beautiful women who are going to let you make love to them
tonight."

   "Both?" he asked.  "In one night?"

   "That's up to you," Anna said.  "Are you ready?"

   "Yeah!"

   Anna leaned over, licked his penis from root to head, took the head in
her mouth and sucked on it for a few seconds.  She pulled back and
Jean-Nicole gave Brian the same treatment.  His face revealed how much he
liked what they were doing.

   "Did you like that, Brian?" Anna asked.

   "Yeah, I really liked it," he said.  "Do it some more.  Please?"

   I saw Matt lift Jean-Nicole's leg and his penis slid into place against
her bouchi.  I thought that was a good idea.  I lifted Anna's leg and
tucked my penis against her pussy.

   "Brian, one of the first things you must learn is that women are much
slower to become aroused than men," Jean-Nicole said.  "Your penis stood up
the minute you dropped your loincloth.  You were ready.  Women aren't ready
that quickly.  To have good sex, a woman's vagina must be lubricating so
it's wet and juicy to welcome your penis.  Would you like to do something
to get me and Anna aroused?"

   "Yeah, what?"

   "Well, first, a woman likes for a man to play with her breasts and suck
on her nipples," Anna said.  "I think there's a direct nerve connection
from my nipples to my bouchi.  I always get juicy in my bouchi when David
sucks on my nipples.  Would you like to do that?  "

   He didn't answer.  He just leaned over and started licking and sucking
on her nipples.  Anna let him play for a moment and then she pushed his
head over to Jean-Nicole's breasts.  He shut his eyes again and sucked and
licked.

   Anna lifted her leg, pushed back against me, and did that trick where
the head of my penis ended up in her pussy.  I began to slide it in and out
slowly, all the while watching what Brian was doing.

   A moment later, I saw Jean-Nicole lift her leg, shift around, and use
her fingers to press Matt's tianga into her bouchi.  He looked at me and
grinned.  Brian was still playing with her breasts, probably unaware of
where Matt had his dick.

   "Brian, you liked it when we licked your penis and took the head in our
mouths," Anna said.  "Would you do the same for us?"

   He looked up, confused.  "How?  You don't have a tianga."

   "Yes, we do," Jean-Nicole said.  "We have something that has a shaft
which gets engorged and hard and there's something red and shiny and full
of nerve cells at the end.  It's just as sensitive as the head of your
dick."

   He still looked confused.  "You mean your, what is it called, your
clitoris?"

   "David, would you show Brian what I'm talking about?" Anna asked.

   I reluctantly let my penis slide out of her pussy.  Anna settled down on
her back and I crawled around on the bed so I was between her legs.  I took
Brian's hand in mine and touched Anna's clitoral shaft with one of his
fingers.

   "This is the shaft of her little dick, Brian," I said.  "It goes back a
few inches into her body.  It's soft now but I'm going to make it get hard.
It gets engorged with blood just like your tianga.  You can't see the
little head of her dick now because her foreskin is covering it.  I'm going
to push her foreskin back so I can lick the head of her tianga.  That's her
clitoris."

   On the other side of Brian, Jean-Nicole assumed the same position as
Anna.  Matt quickly crawled down between her legs.

   I dropped down on my belly, my calves up in the air to keep from kicking
the wall, and stuck my face in Anna's bouchi.  I licked up from her
perineum all the way to where her clit was hiding.  Again.  Again, with a
stiff tongue teasing her vagina.  Again and again.  I kept doing it until I
thought she was ready.

   I looked to the side and saw Matt was doing the same with Jean-Nicole.
She was smiling, eyes closed.

   I put my thumbs on each side of Anna's outer lips and pulled apart and
pushed up.  It worked.  The little red head of her dick slid out, all shiny
and wet.  I gave Brian a few seconds to look at it and then started licking
again, from her vagina all the way to her clit.  I stopped and moved back
to Anna's side.

   "Touch the shaft with your finger again, Brian," I said.

   He did.  "It's hard.  It's hard just like my tianga.  It is just like my
tianga."

   "Yep, now it's your turn to lick her dick, Brian," I said.  "Get her
ready for your tianga."

   He quickly moved around between her legs.  For a moment he just looked.
I looked too.  Anna's clit was still out of hiding, shiny and wet and
ready. I saw Matt move around to the far side of Jean-Nicole again.

   "Brian, use your tongue on Anna for a little while and then come give
Jean-Nicole a good licking," he said.  "Get them ready for your dick and
then you can put it where you want it."

   "Which one?"

   "Jean-Nicole first and then me, if you are up to it," Anna said and
giggled.

   "Both of you?"

   "That's up to you," Jean-Nicole said.  "Are you up to it?"

   At first, Brian was rather tentative, just the tip of his tongue
touching Anna's bouchi.  I saw her little lips slowly begin to close and I
didn't want her clitoris to go back into hiding.  I leaned over and
whispered instructions in Brian's ear.  He used his thumbs to emulate what
I had done and all the pink and coral flesh in Anna's pussy was exposed to
him again.  Her clitoris was standing up almost like the head of a little
dick.

   He must have decided he liked what he was doing.  He quickly started
licking her bouchi from bottom to top with the flat of his tongue.  Anna
moaned, perhaps to let him know how much she liked what he was doing,
verbal feedback to encourage him.

   I waited patiently while Brian licked and licked and I could tell he was
really into what he was doing.  Somehow Anna managed to tell him to give
Jean-Nicole a good licking too.

   He was more aggressive this time.  He pushed her thighs apart, tried to
get in place, pushed her legs back so that her pelvis was tilted and her
pussy more accessible, and then started licking her bouchi.  Matt and Anna
and I watched and grinned.  I suppose we all agreed that Brian had found
something he liked to do.

   After a minute or so, Jean-Nicole evidently had enough.  She pulled
Brian's head up, caught him under the arms, and pulled him up on top of
her. She quickly wrapped her legs around his little ass, reached under his
body, and, I couldn't see but it was evident, showed his little dick where
it was needed.

   Brian raised his head above hers, looked wide-eyed at her face, and then
his body took over in what it knew how to do.  He gave a few tentative
strokes, grinned, and then put his head down with his cheek against hers.
His little ass started flying up and down and he started groaning.  He
probably lasted no more than half a minute before he came to a shuddering
halt, frozen, as close to Jean-Nicole as it is possible for two bodies to
be.

   A few seconds later, he rolled off her onto his back in the center of
the bed again.  His tianga was wet and red and still standing up over his
abdomen.  His eyes were closed and he was grinning so wide his perfect
white teeth were all glowing.  He looked like someone who had finally
discovered what to do with that strange thing between his legs.

   "I'm ready, Brian," Anna whispered.  "Are you?"

   I shook my head in disbelief, looked at Matt, saw him shaking his head
too, looked at Jean-Nicole, and saw she was smiling too.  I didn't think
she had come from such a quick fuck but she seemed content for the moment.

   Brian didn't hesitate.  He speedily crawled on top of Anna.  She quickly
wrapped him up in her arms and legs.  This time he showed his tianga the
way to her bouchi.

   I watched his beautiful little butt squirming, cheeks pulled in and hard
as he pushed in, cheeks rounded and soft as he pulled out.  He lasted
longer this time but within a minute or so he came to another squirming,
shuddering halt and just lay there, eyes closed, smile on his lips.  All I
could do was marvel at what he had done, losing his virginity to two
different women in the space of a few minutes.  He rolled over again, off
Anna, flat on his back, eyes closed, that wonderful smile still on his
face.

   "Thank you, Jean-Nicole," he whispered.  "Thank you, Anna."

   I didn't want to rush Anna but my dick did.  After a while she reached
down, wrapped her hand around my tianga, and gently pulled.

   I leaned over and whispered in her ear.  "Did you have fun with Brian?"

   She pulled my head around and down so she could whisper back.  "Yes, he
really is as cute as a button.  He's just a little boy who wants so much to
be a man."

   "Did you like his little dick in you?" I whispered.

   "Yes, I watched his eyes as he slid his dick in.  Then when he closed
his eyes, and grinned and put his cheek down next to mine, I wanted to
squeeze him forever.  He's a little darling but his dick works just fine."

   "Are you ready for a big dick?"

   "Whenever you are."

   I suppose Jean-Nicole and Anna had done well in their start to Brian's
sexual education but there was something I wanted to show him too.

   "Brian, watch," I whispered.

   I crawled around so that I was kneeling between Anna legs.  With her
flat on her back, I folded her legs back so that her knees were in her arm
pits, put my hands on her thighs behind her knees, pressed down, and that
lifted her hips up off the bed.  Next, I pushed her legs apart so I would
have room to be on top of her.  I'm not sure she knew what I had in mind
but she put her hand on my tianga and showed it where to go.  I slid in
slowly and stopped, resisting the urge to stay there and let my beast
loose.

   I pulled my penis out, all shiny and wet with her juices and Brian's
semen, and then leaned forward so that the underside of the shaft was
pressed against her bouchi.  I looked at Brian.  He was watching intently.
I started moving back and forth, sort of sawing at Anna's slit with my
penis.  Brian looked confused.

   "Brian, this is for Anna.  The shaft of my dick, underneath, is rubbing
on her little lips and on her clitoris.  It's a good way to give her an
orgasm.  She likes it."

   "No, I don't," Anna groaned.  "I love it."

   In my peripheral vision, I saw Matt quickly mount Jean-Nicole the same
way.  Brian sat up straight so he could watch both couples.

   I pressed my tianga against Anna's bouchi harder and slid up and down. I
remembered the day in our magic valley when Anna and I had discovered this
little way to fuck without actually fucking and how it had made both of us
come.  I kept doing it, sawing my dick up and down on her drooling pussy
and I knew when her orgasm started by the expression on her face.  I
quickly shoved my dick into her pussy as deep as our bodies permitted and
let my beast loose.

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