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 A World of My Choosing

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

   Chapter Fifty-Three

   Aimee's morning weather report was for rain, the kind of slow steady
rain which usually lasted for hours.  That meant indoor activities and I
knew what one of those would be.  A few nights earlier, the Mouseketeers
had completed painting the first two twister diagrams.  I had work for them
the next two days.  Today, we had nothing specific to do and I guessed what
they would want to do.  The paint had probably dried and I expected them to
play naked twister after breakfast.

   I was right.  After breakfast and kitchen duties, Anna and I walked out
in the hallway and saw Toby testing the paint's dryness.  The second he
looked up and smiled, the rest of the Mouseketeers stripped naked, if
dropping their loincloths can be called stripping.

   They formed two teams of players: the twins in one, Petra and Brianne
with Brian and Pyotr, and in the other, Sam and James with Renée and Toby.
They didn't need a spinner to tell them the colors and whether hands or
feet; they had Aimee.  She called the first player for each team, James and
Pyotr, told them which foot or hand and which color, and the game was on.
Well, it was after I called Lucky and ordered him to sit so he didn't try
to play too.

   We soon had an audience of seven watching the eight contort and twist
and listening to them grunt and groan and giggle.  Four young males had
stiff tiangas and sweaty bodies and wild hair.  Four young females had no
obvious signs of arousal except maybe stiff nipples but they were also wet
with sweat with their hair all disheveled.

   Aiden and Anna and I stood there in a row, watching the naked twister
contortions of eight beautiful young males and females.  Anna's arm was
around Aiden's waist and mine and my arm was on her shoulders.  I looked at
Matt and Jean-Nicole.  He had a protruding loincloth.  I looked at Iain and
Caitlyn and saw another tent pole.  My monster was trying to push my
loincloth off its head so it could watch.  I finally understood why the
Mouseketeers thought playing twister naked was so much fun.

   I didn't remember the rules for playing twister, such as when a player
had to drop out or the game was over.  It didn't matter.  The players
lasted for a while and then collapsed in two heaps of giggling guys and
girls.  I told them to hit the showers and they ran down the hallway.

   I wanted to play too but the senior citizens had only three females and
one of them was quite evidently pregnant and probably wouldn't be able to
play very well.  I decided to wait until next time or maybe get Aimee to
choose the next two teams of four players randomly.  Maybe we could amend
the rules somehow so Anna could play too.  Maybe she wouldn't want to play
and wouldn't mind if I did.  Oh, well, next time.

   <><><>

   The next morning, Aimee played reveille just before the sun rose.  She
asked everybody to wash their faces and assemble on the terrace to greet
the sun.  She paused a moment and then told them she had a special treat
for them.

   I knew what the treat was, at least part of it, and I wasn't sure I was
ready.  Iain said I was.  He had been coaching me in secret for a couple of
weeks and he said I would wow the crowd.  This time he was trying to get me
to sing with my whole body, his words, and to use my hands and arms and
body to gesture to emphasize the words I was singing.

   Naked as usual in warm early-morning weather, we all assembled on the
terrace.  Anna and I were the first ones out and we faced to the east where
the sun was still hiding.  We stood there, as usual my arm over her
shoulders, hers around my waist, and listened to the raucous orchestra of
the birds.  I glanced down at her larger breasts and her swollen belly and
I wanted so much to sing for her.  I glanced back and saw the others
looking to the east too.  More than one had a tablet so Aimee could see
exactly what we saw.

   As soon as the sun broke over the horizon, Aimee started playing
Morning, by Edvard Grieg.  Most of us had heard it before but it was always
a wonderful way to greet the day.  We stood silently until the music played
through and the sun was completely over the horizon and, then, with
apprehension as usual, I did my part.

   I climbed up to the next level terrace, the smaller one, climbed up t0
top-level little terrace, and turned to the crowd.  I looked down and saw
fourteen smiling faces.  Perhaps there were fifteen, since there were three
tablets either letting Aimee watch or taking pictures.  Aimee gave me a
moment to do my deep breathing and then played the intro and, right on cue,
I raised my arms and started singing "Oh, What a Beautiful Morning" from
the musical "Oklahoma." Iain had coached me about using my face and arms
and whole body to carry the song, to sing with my whole body, as he put it.
I had learned the words and the music and I knew I could sing it.  The only
thing I wasn't comfortable with was trying to use the cowboy dialect that
the principal male character had used.  Of course, he wasn't naked and I
was but that didn't bother me.

   Afterward, I received a standing ovation.  Well, they were all already
standing but from the clapping and whistling, I think they liked my
performance.  When I climbed down to the big terrace, I got lots of hugs
and pats on different parts of my anatomy.  I looked at Anna and saw a big
smile and a nod.  I knew she approved and I was satisfied.

   Aiden walked in with Anna and me.  "Anna, your husband constantly amazes
me.  I know he has some unusual talents but I didn't know singing was one
of them.  He's got a beautiful voice."

   "I never knew I could sing until I came here and Iain took me under his
tutelage," I said.  "Give him the credit.  He's got all of us singing and
he's going to be after you sooner or later.  I'm guessing you're another
baritone.  He has Matt singing "Ol' Man River" from Showboat.  Do you know
it?"

   "No, I've never heard it," he said.

   "Well, just wait," Anna said.  "You're in for another treat."

   <><><>

   Anna is mean to me.  Of course, she's mean to fourteen others too.  She
says it's time to sweep off the terraces again and she expects everybody to
help.  There were no grumbling protests, not even good natured gripes, and
that was unusual.  Perhaps it helped that I promised to lead an expedition
to the beach for a picnic the next day.

   The night before our sweeping job, we rounded up all the brooms we had
made, some of which had survived months of usage.  We had used broom-sage
clusters tied tightly around bamboo poles and they had proved durable and
effective in sweeping up inside.  Still, we didn't have enough good ones
left for all fifteen to sweep so we made ten more brooms and tightened up
the bindings on the others.

   The next day after breakfast, we marched out the front door, two
abreast, singing the hi ho song, brooms on our shoulders, with Anna and me
leading the way.  We had two more with us, Lucky but he couldn't sweep, and
Aimee on some tablets so she could watch.

   Anna sent the youngest Mouseketeers, the two twin sets, to sweep the top
and next level terraces.  Then she asked the four oldest Mouseketeers to
sweep the very lowest terrace.  That left the rest of us to sweep the huge
terrace just outside our front door.

   We were all wearing our usual loincloths when we exited but in just a
few minutes, I noticed that Pyotr and Brian had lost theirs.  Perhaps they
were proud of their play things now that puberty was working its magic.  It
must have been contagious because, in just a few more minutes, we had
fifteen sweepers, all naked as jaybirds, not even moccasins.  Anna's belly
and breasts were larger now but she was a naked sweeper too and still
beautiful to me.

   Matt and Aiden and I used a little intelligence in sweeping.  I began a
row close to the mountain side of the terrace and swept a swath about a
meter wide, throwing the debris toward the drop off to the forest floor. 
Aiden followed behind me and swept another swath, moving my trash and more.
Then Matt followed him.  And others followed Matt.  In an hour or so, we
finally swept the piles of trash over the side of the terrace.  I stood for
a moment and just looked at everybody, naked and beautiful, even sweaty and
dirty and hair messed up.

   "If my London group could see me now, they wouldn't believe it," Aiden
said.  "Naked and enjoying it and everybody else seems to like it too."

   "I think they do," I said.  "I haven't forced anybody to go naked but
it's just good sense; isn't it?  Nurse Anna says we should all get a light
tan and get our Vitamin D in the process."

   "I'm sure she's right," he said.  "With our living quarters underground,
we probably have a need for sunlight.  There's something I've been
pondering, however.  Why do you think the builders choose to put our
shelter part way up a mountain?  Why didn't they make some sort of building
down near the coast?"

   "Yeah, I've wondered that too," Matt said.  "What was their reason for
putting it here?"

   "I think there were at least a couple of reasons," I said.  "They wanted
a dependable power source for us and it couldn't be fossil fuels or trees
so it had to be solar power.  The top of the mountain has a natural saddle
which is an excellent place for the solar arrays that generate our
electricity.  If they built our shelter up there, we'd have too great a
distance to walk to get seafood.  Build it near the shore and they'd have
to send the electricity a lot farther.  I think it's a compromise
location."

   "Makes sense," Matt said.

   "I agree," Aiden said.

   "Yeah, and they put it underground because caves have a relatively
constant temperature," I said.

   "Well, the weather here certainly isn't like chilly London town," Aiden
said.  "Being naked like this is quite new for me but I like it."

   "It's one of the customs David encourages," Matt said.

   Aiden looked at me and I knew he wanted me to tell him why.  I reached
up and caught my nose with thumb and finger.

   "Aiden, this is part of the larger me.  I breathe through it.  Do you
have any trouble looking at it?"

   "No, I've got one too."

   I held one hand in front of his face, fingers spread.

   "This hand is part of me too.  I grasp things with it.  It's a marvel of
engineering; isn't it?"

   "Yes."

   I put one hand on my chest, palm flat.

   "And my chest is part of me too and you've got one and so does Matt. 
Inside are two lungs which feed our bodies with oxygen."

   "Where are you going with this?" Aiden asked.

   I reached down with my hand and lifted my penis.

   "And this tianga is part of me too.  It and its cohorts, my tolos, are
simply parts of my marvelous machine.  Waste water comes out of my tianga.
It's also good at transporting sperm from my tolos into a woman's vagina in
order to carry on life.  All these things are just beautifully designed by
evolution to serve a purpose.  Don't you agree?"

   "Yes, of course."

   "Then why should we be ashamed of some parts or think they're ugly and
should be covered up.  They're just part of me and you and Matt and the
other guys, just natural and beautiful and part of our marvelous machines.
My tianga and tolos is as much me as my nose."

   "I'm just glad we don't have a tianga in the middle of our face and a
nose down below," Matt said.

   "Well, that would make sex very interesting," Aiden said.  "You could
always see what you're getting into."

   Matt and I chuckled.

   "Seriously guys, why should our society think it's indecent if a guy
exposes his tianga and tolos and then says he should be punished for it?" I
asked.  "Why can't children grow up accepting their naked bodies for what
they are: always beautiful as boys and girls and still beautiful as men and
women?  Can we change the subject?"

   I received two affirmative OKs.

   "Aiden, how are you coming with the excavation robots?" I asked.  "When
will we be able to use them to excavate a place for the goats?"

   "They're ready now," he answered.  "We only have to move one down to the
lowest terrace and that's easy.  If we start one morning, I think we'll be
finished by late that afternoon."

   "You've told me these terraces are all made from excavated material," I
said.  "How does that work?  How is the detritus turned back into solid
rock?"

   "There's a binder which turns it back into solid rock," he said.  "The
proportions are about 49 parts rock dust and 1 part binder.  It's mixed in
during the process and blown outdoors through the hoses.  The mixture will
harden when rain falls on it.  There's lots of the binder in the secret
room."

   I walked over to the down-mountain side of the terrace and Aiden and
Matt followed.

   "Could we make a retaining wall out of it?" I asked.  "Just off this
side of this terrace, where we just swept the leaves, there's a length,
from the little potato patch, extending for about twenty meters, where we
could grow more potatoes.  If we had a knee-high retaining wall, we could
sweep the leaves over the side, fill in with rich forest earth, add some
bat guano for fertilizer, and we'd have a good-size plot for potatoes."

   "A little wall would be very easy to make, David," he said.  "We can dig
down just a little and then use split-log forms to hold the rock dust until
it hardens as retaining walls.  We can do that in a day or so and be ready
when we excavate the goat room."

   "Well, will you take charge of getting it all done?" I asked.  "You can
conscript any of the guys you need for manual labor, including me and Matt.
Let's talk some more and make sure we agree on what's to be done."

   "Do you want me to conscript Iain too?"

   "Only if you have to," I said.  "I want him to keep doing what he does
so well, teaching us about music and singing and dancing.  We've got to
preserve those.  They make life a lot better for all of us.  They're a
large part of what holds us all together."

   He nodded and smiled.  "David, I'm used to doing things like this, maybe
not quite so primitive, but it's what I like to do, what I'm good at.  If
there's a machine, I can work it and repair it.  It's what I need to be
doing."

   "Well, Anna's head of medical services.  Jean-Nicole is head chef.  I
hereby appoint you as Head Mechanic and Engineer for our colony," I said,
smiling.  "You can conscript any of us to help you when you need it.  Do
you accept?"

   He grinned back at me with what was certainly a happy smile.  "Yes, I
accept.

   <><><>

   All of us, fifteen of us now, went to our favorite beach to have a
picnic and to play in the water.  Perhaps I should say sixteen or seventeen
since Lucky and Aimee were with us but Aimee couldn't go in the water and
Lucky didn't like it.

   Before getting wild in the water, the Mouseketeers stripped naked and
showed off their gymnastic skills.  The four guys stood in a row with the
four girls facing them, couples about two meters apart, hands just touching
each other's fingertips.  They did a simple routine but one that showed the
beauty and flexibility of young male and female bodies.

   Holding their hands straight out, they first slowly, very slowly and in
unison, lowered themselves down to their knees.  They then bent backwards
until the top of their heads were resting on the sand almost at their feet
with arms stretched back above their heads.  As slowly as they did it, and
in unison, I knew it was damned hard to do a backward stretch like that. 
Then they reversed their movement and, again in unison, returned to their
original positions.  It was simple but difficult and beautiful.

   In another routine all eight Mouseketeers again stood in two rows and
showed off their gymnastic skills.  Four girls bent over in front of four
guys, stuck their heads between the guys' spread legs, and then put their
hands back between their own legs.  The guys reached over their back and
butt, slowly pulled on their hands, and brought the girls up in a complete
flip.  In the end, the couples were facing, girls' legs around guys'
waists, and with the guys' hands cupped under the girls' derrieres.

   That was impressive, especially when done in unison and even more
impressive when the eight of them were stark naked.  It was still more
impressive when they did it two more times in just seconds.  Each time the
girls had an almost stiff tianga pressed against their bouchis at the end
of the routine.  That was not only impressive but very arousing.

   They called Matt for the next routine.  He stood with his feet together
and arms akimbo while James and Toby linked their arms with his and moved
their feet as close as possible to the side of his.  Next, Sam and Renée
linked their arms through James' and Toby's and moved their feet as close
as possible to the guy's feet.  Then Brian and Pyotr joined in, and last,
Brianne and Petra.

   As the pose expanded, the outliers were all leaning to one side, Brianne
and Petra almost horizontal with the sand.  I thought that was
extraordinary but then Matt and the other guys pulled their bent arms to
their chests, held them for a second and then relaxed, pulled them to their
chest and relaxed, four times before they quit.  Perhaps it was something
like a human fan opening and closing.  Five guys with bulging biceps and
swollen tiangas, four gorgeous girls, nine beautiful youthful bodies and
grinning faces: it was damned beautiful and incredible too.

   They tried two more routines with four guys and four girls but their
performances weren't as remarkable.  I think they guys were just using an
excuse to grope the girls and the girls were all giggling and squirming. 
Of course, they did a little groping too.

   After gymnastics, we all played in the water for a while.  First, all
the guys swam out to where Jean-Nicole was treading water, around her, and
back to shore.  The other girls stood in a double line and cheered the guys
as they swam between their gauntlet to shore.  Then it was the girls turn
and seven women, Anna included, swam out around Matt and back to shore
between a gauntlet of guys.  We cheered them and patted their wet back or
butt when they finished.  I gave Anna a quick hug and kiss.

   Matt and I threw most of the other guys and six of the girls up and out
of the water, with the goal of turning the throw into a real dive.  A few
succeeded, some of them did a cannon ball, and a few did a belly flop. 
Anna didn't participate but nobody expected her to.

   Six guys and six girls played a game of what Toby called Battle, where
guys got girls on their shoulders and then the pairs tried to pull the girl
off.  That was fun.  Aiden held the tablet for Aimee to watch.  Anna stood
there in the water with me and seemed happy just to watch the antics of the
others.

   Finally, I had enough and I left the others playing while Anna and I
waded ashore.  I picked up my tablet and talked to Aimee.

   "Aimee, the beach here is protected; isn't it?" I asked.

   "Yes, David, the cove in front of you is surrounded on all sides by land
except for the small opening to the sea," she replied.  "I protect the
entire mountain with a circular shield.  It extends to the other side of
the pass and only small fish may swim through.  How did you know?"

   "I just assumed it is," I said.  "You know we've been coming here for
the last year and you've never warned us of any danger.  I reasoned your
shield would be circular, not irregular like the topography of the shore
line and therefore it must encompass this cove."

   "That is correct, David."

   "Then how did the large fish bite me on the leg the day when Toby fell
in?"

   "David, the perimeter of the shield touches the shore in numerous
places," she said.  "You must have been at one of those places.  Since
maintaining the shield requires power, I try to minimize it to conserve
that power."

   "I understand.  Aimee, I want to rename this beach.  Does that cause you
a problem?"

   "No, David.  What is the new name?"

   "Paradise Beach.  I wasn't fond of having the beach named after me. 
It's a little paradise so that name is more appropriate."

   "It is now Paradise Beach, David," she said.  "I will place a message on
the tablets of all the others to notify them."

   "Thank you," I said.  "What time is it?"

   "David, if you look at the lower right corner of your tablet, you will
see that it is almost noon," she answered.  "I placed a clock there since
so many of you are asking me the time."

   "Thanks, Aimee," I said.  "I'm going to turn my tablet off now to help
with our picnic lunch.  I'll ask Aiden to keep his on so you can watch us
eat.  I think our four youngest boys must have a hollow leg from the way
they eat.  As Toby says, his belly button is always gnawing on his
backbone."

   "Thank you, David," she said.  "I enjoy watching all of you playing in
the water and sharing your meals."

   I yelled two words, "Lunch time." That was enough.  The others all
stopped their fun and ambled ashore.  Anna and I, hand in hand, walked to
the sheltered spot in the sun where the blankets were laid out.  I didn't
know what we were going to have but Jean-Nicole and her sou-chefs always
prepared a great picnic meal for us.

   <><><>

   Our sex play party was scheduled for the evening and I wanted to talk to
the others before we played.  I sat quietly and waited and watched the
others after lunch.  I knew Aimee was watching too and would introduce me
when everyone was finished.

   "Could I have your attention, please?" Aimee said from somewhere and it
sounded like she was standing at the stoves.  She had been teasing us
lately by projecting her voice from different direction.

   "I'm sure you all remember that tonight is your sex play party," she
said.  "David wants to talk to you before the party."

   I stood up and waited for all faces to turn toward me.

   "I want to thank all of you for accepting me as your leader," I began.
"Aimee says she must always obey my commands but the rest of you don't. 
That's why I ask for your input on some things before I make a decision. 
Aiden is new to us and I want to tell him why we have sexual play parties."

   I looked at Aiden.

   "Aiden, we want to create a world that's very different from our old
one," I said.  "We want our society to view sex as natural and beautiful.
We all want sex after puberty and we all find great pleasure doing it. 
Seeing others engage in sex is pleasurable too.  So we have sex play
parties to enjoy both doing and seeing.  I believe everybody else agrees
with me on this.  However, I think we should all carefully consider what we
do.  If any of you want to change anything, be ready to talk about it in a
few weeks.  We'll have a general meeting to recommend parameters for our
parties.  The Leadership Council will then carefully consider the
parameters to make sure they are acceptable to all of us."

   I paused again and looked around.  Most or all heads were nodding.

   "At these parties, we all agree that no one may be forced to do anything
against their wishes.  The date of the parties is chosen so that all women
may play if they wish.  At first, we all usually play and have fun, what is
usually called foreplay, and then we pair up with new partners for the rest
of the night.  Aimee may randomly call a female and she will then choose a
male partner.  Sometimes she will call a male who will then choose a female
partner.  Either way the ones chosen cannot refuse.  We'll discuss this at
our general meeting too.  "

   I paused again and looked around.  The others were all carefully
listening to me.  I looked at Aiden.

   "Before now, we've never had a parent and child at the same party.  I
don't know what the Junior Mouseketeers have planned for us tonight but
they asked my advice on something.  One of our games tonight will randomly
match male and female players to play together.  If you and Brianne are
chosen as a pair, it will be your decision on whether you do something.  We
should always respect the parents' authority over their children no matter
what we do.  Do we all agree on this?"

   Aiden and the others all nodded.

   "Anna wants to play with us even though she's about half-way through her
pregnancy," I said.  "Please be extra considerate of her and the
limitations of what she can do.  She still enjoys sex.  I can vouch for
that but her primary concern now is the twins she's carrying.  So is mine.
Just be slow and gentle with her.  The rest of you guys will someday have
to worry about your wife too.  Let this be a good chance to learn."

   I looked at Anna and she nodded her approval.

   "Aimee keeps up with women's cycles as part of her task of watching all
of us and helping us stay healthy.  She says there is not absolute
regularity for women's periods and thus she cannot guarantee when there
will be a window of opportunity for all to play.  As the number of women
increases, a window will become more difficult to predict and eventually it
will be impossible.  Where's the problem?

   I looked around but nobody raised a hand.

   "The problem is that we may have the same situation that we have
tonight: more males than females.  Suppose we have ten males and only eight
females who want to play.  Perhaps the last two males will play with each
other.  Perhaps two women will each play with two men.  Perhaps the two
guys will just have to sit and cry and tussle with their tiangas or wrestle
their weasel or something like that.  I want you all to think about this
and, when we have the general meeting, be ready to discuss what we will do
when this arises at sex play parties."

   I looked around and saw everybody still paying attention to me.

   "It seems to me that we all enjoy our sex play parties.  Please think
carefully about what we've done and think about what you would like to do
in the future.  Be ready to present your ideas at a general meeting." I
said.  "Maybe we are establishing a custom for our new world.  Let's do it
right."

   I sat down and Anna took my hand and smiled at me.

   <><><>

   Pyotr stepped forward to speak for the Junior Mouseketeers.

   "Are you all ready to play?" he asked.  "We've put together a plan which
should be agreeable to everyone.  Aimee says she's seen us do in private
everything we've included in our plan.  We hope it will be fun for all of
you."

   I looked around.  Aiden, Anna, and I were sitting on the side of the
center bed cubicle.  Iain and Caitlyn and Matt and Jean-Nicole were sitting
in the one to the right.  James and Sam and Toby and Renée were to the
left. The four youngest, the two sets of twins, were standing near the
door. The floor of the room was covered by mattresses.  The three groups of
sitters all seemed to be nodding.

   "We've just had our communal bath and everybody is squeaky clean and
refreshed.  If you're ready, Petra is going to tell you about the first
game," he said.

   I looked around and saw everybody nodding.  Petra stepped forward.

   "Our first game is a very simple version of `Get Naked and Get in a
Pile,'" she said.  "It's played in the dark, of course.  We'll all be
standing up and making as small a pile as possible, hugging like a bunch of
penguins trying to stay warm.  If you find yourself on the outside of the
pile, you should try to get in the center.  We wanted Anna to play too and,
since she's carrying two little babies, everybody must be slow and gentle
in moving.  That's it.  Any questions?"

   I looked around and saw one hand waving in the air, Pyotr's.

   "She forgot something.  You can use your hands to grope and goose as
much as you wish," he said.  "No body parts are off limits but always
remember that this game must be played slowly and gently.  It also must be
played without speaking.  Giggling and groaning are permitted.  Are you all
ready?"

   He looked around and I suppose everybody nodded.

   "OK," he said.  "Everybody come to the center of the mattresses and make
a standing pile.  Aimee, would you please turn out the lights as soon as we
all get in position?  Remember, be like penguins and try to get to the
center of the pile.  Speaking is not permitted but goosing and groping
are."

   I didn't expect this game to be much fun but I was wrong.  I liked it. I
had no idea where the center of the pile was but I used my feet to do a
penguin shuffle, groping and goosing as I went.  Of course, I was groped
and goosed at the same time.

   I recognized Matt and Aiden by their size but I groped both anyway, a
gentle pat on the ass before I gave their stiff dicks a pull.  I couldn't
tell Iain and James and Toby apart but I gave them the finger or a dick
yank anyway.  Brian and Pyotr were the smallest but I wasn't sure whether
the smooth little ass I groped was theirs or Brianne's or Petra's.  Then I
checked up top first and if I found breasts I knew.  If I didn't, I reached
down and yanked a dick.  So many unidentifiable breasts were rubbed on me
and so many hands stroked my ass or pulled my penis, I wondered how many
penguins were in the pile.  The squeals and sighs and giggling and laughing
in the room were continuous and contagious.

   I found Anna in the pile and pressed against her derriere while my hands
caressed her breasts and pregnant belly.  When she turned around, we both
put our hands on the other's butt and stood there being pushed and goosed
and fondled.  I somehow sensed that she had her face uplifted toward mine
and I lowered my head and kissed her, just a gentle closed-mouth kiss. 
Then somebody tried to squeeze between us and I lost her back to the pile.

   I scored once and maybe I wasn't supposed to.  I was behind a female,
reaching around with both hands to grope her, one hand on a breast, the
other between her legs, and I recognized Renée by the unusual shape of her
breasts.  I decided to take a chance.  I bent my legs, held my penis down,
and then pressed against her derriere.  She cooperated, spread her legs,
and, when I released my penis, it sprang up against her pussy.  That was
about as far as I had hoped to go but she wanted more.  She poked her butt
back, reached down, pressed up just under the head of my dick, and guided
it partway into her juicy bouchi.  That was damn good but I didn't make but
a few strokes until we were bumped and groped and goosed and my dick lost
its hiding place.

   I have no idea whether I ever got to the center of the pile but I got
hot and sweaty in the process.  It was fun but, at the same time, it was
damned arousing.  By the time it was over, I wanted a good fuck and I hoped
for just that in the second game so I wouldn't have to wait to be chosen by
one of the ladies for the night.

   The lights came on again and the young Mouseketeers took charge again.

   "OK, everybody sit down and relax for a minute," Pyotr said.  "We're
going to explain how the second game is played.  This game is more complex
so please listen carefully.  Are you all ready for action?"

   I looked around at the others.  It was easy to see that all the males
were ready for action.  Every penis was at full-staff and most of the guys
were sitting like I was, with hands slightly behind my body and flat
against the mattress, legs spread, balls hanging down, dick pointing up.  I
glanced at Aiden and saw the same thing.  I looked at James and Toby and,
of course, saw two tiangas standing tall.  I looked at Matt and Iain and
again saw two upright dicks.  Even the youngest of our crew, the two males
standing in front of the door, had nice little hard-ons, well not so
little, big enough.

   As usual, when it came to the females, who could tell whether they were
ready for action or not?  Every damned one in the cubicles was sitting
demurely with crossed legs.  Is that an instinctual part of their mystery,
to hide what guys always want to look at?  The two little female twins were
standing the same way, legs together and turned slightly, not spread like
the guys.

   In the next few minutes, the Junior Mouseketeers explained how their
game was to be played.  Aimee was moderator, would assign each guy a
number, each girl a letter, and would randomly pair us.  I was 3, Anna was
A, and I didn't remember the rest.  Since there were 8 males and 7 females,
she would occasionally call 2 guy's numbers.  If she called a number first,
the male would do some action; if she called a letter first, a female would
do the action.  ] I think everybody nodded.  "What do you mean by action?"
I asked.

   "Aimee will tell you the action when she selects the couples," Brian
said.  "We put together a list of thirty actions.  Some will be silly; some
will be more fun, like performing oral sex.  All of the actions are ones
Aimee has seen some of us doing."

   "Aimee will randomly select males and females and actions," Brianne
said. "When she calls your number or letter and the action, walk out on the
mattresses.  She will use a common slang terms for the action.  It will be
up to the couple to decide what to do.  Aimee will call time after one
minute and the couple will return to their original spots.  She will then
call another couple and they will perform another action for one minute. 
Got it?"

   I looked around and everybody was smiling and nodding.

   Brian again.  "We'll play the game as long as everybody wants to
continue and then rest and have a pit stop before we get to the third part
of our sex play party."

   "Aimee, can you choose one couple and an action, just for demonstration
purposes?" Jean-Nicole asked.

   "Yes, Petra," Aimee answered from somewhere over our heads.  "8E19.  The
action is: two teens kissing and getting to second base."

   "Hey, that's me," Brian said.  "Who's E?"

   Renée walked out on the mattresses.  Brian looked at his father, smiled,
and met her in the center.  They were directly in front of me and Anna and
Aiden, just a couple of yards away.

   They certainly played the part well, looking like exactly what they
were: two teenagers.  They wrapped their arms around each other, hands on
backs, and melded their bodies together.  They were almost the same height
and perhaps weight.  His terrible tianga was pointing at the ceiling first
and then pressed against her belly.  Her beautiful breasts with those
tempting nipples, cherries on strawberry areolas on milky-white mounds,
were flattened on his chest.  He moved one hand from her back to her breast
and they both moaned.  They kissed with open mouths, trying to devour each
other's lips and tongue.  Then Aimee called time and they separated.

   Like a true gentleman, Brian escorted Renée back to her seat.  Before
rejoining the other Junior Mouseketeers, he looked at his father and
grinned.  I looked at Aiden and saw him grinning back.  He looked like a
man who was proud of his son.

   Aiden, 4, was the first to be called, matched with Samantha, B.  The
action was polishing her pink pearl.  He might have been from another
universe but that was probably a universal act.  They both walked to the
center of the mattresses, whispered together for a moment, and she lay down
on her back with her knees spread and raised.  Aiden quickly assumed the
position, on his knees, face between her thighs, ass up in the air, hanging
balls showing.  I couldn't see what he was doing but I could see her face
and I knew he was polishing her pearl.

   Toby and Brianne were called next.  Their action was to play mouth music
on two organs.  They came to the center of the mattresses, just a couple of
yards from where Aiden, Anna, and I were sitting.  Toby lay down on his
back.  She smiled at her father, laid down on Toby in the 69 position, and
started sucking Willy's head off while he went muff diving.  I looked at
Aiden, wondering how he felt about what his daughter was doing.  He was
smiling, leaning forward and bent over to see better.

   Anna and Matt were called next and she was told to yank his crank.  He
smiled at me and I nodded and smiled back.

   When Iain and Renée were called, his action was to worship at twin
peaks. As delicious as her breasts were, I wanted to take his place.

   Then I was called.  And Brian was called.  And then Caitlyn.  The action
was for one of us to go licky-de-split while the other was worshiping at
twin peaks.  The three of us had a huddle to figure that out.  We decided
to swap at half-time.  I buried my face in her bouchi while Brian licked
and sucked her little breasts and then we swapped.

   And so it went.  All of us were called.  All of us did our action
without hesitation.  And we watched the performers as they played right in
front of us.  Arousing?  That's putting it mildly.  My dick was aching and
drooling clear syrup before the game ended.

   I wondered who would be the first one to tire of games and want to enjoy
a one on one for the rest of the night.  I thought it might be Aiden but I
was surprised when Iain asked Aimee to survey whether the others were ready
to get serious for the night.  Not every hand was raised but enough were
for Aimee to announce that game play was over.  We all stood there naked,
sweating, hair all messed, most of us gasping for breath and horny as bucks
in rut, at least the guys evidently were, who knows about women.

   "Pit Stop!" Aimee's voice resounded from the door.  "Guys go shake the
dew off your lilies.  Girls, go powder your noses.  That's what Pyotr told
me to say.  I assume you understand.  Return here as soon as you finish
your pit stop."

   Eight guys stood in front of urinals trying to piss, grunting, groaning,
and trying to get their tubes to reroute again.  Perhaps Aimee understood
our difficulty.  She started flushing the urinals randomly.  I l think most
of the guys got some relief.  I pissed in absolute release.  Then we ran
back to the play room.  I don't know why because the girls took forever to
return.

   "Thank you, guys, for being so patient," Brianne said.  "When women do a
pit stop, they have to change their tires too.  Are you all ready to play?"

   I couldn't imagine what constituted a tire change in a bathroom pit stop
for women.  I looked at the grinning faces and nodding heads, mine
included, and I knew we were all more than ready.

   "For our final play period, the ladies will choose a male and the couple
will be free to do whatever they want for the rest of the night," Brianne
said.  "We have one extra male so some brave female may choose two males.
You may stay in here and do it on the mattresses with others or you may go
to another bed chamber for privacy.  It will be up to you to decide what
you want to do."

   I looked around at the group.  The twins, Brian and Brianne, stood close
to their father, arms around his waist.  He had his arms over their
shoulders.  Father and son both had rampant hard-ons, junior and senior
versions.  I stood close to Anna, put my arm around her, and gave her a
quick kiss.  She put her hand on my ass and pinched me.

   James and Sam walked over close to me and Anna.  He ignored my hard-on
and his and gave me a frontal hug for a moment.  I put one hand behind his
head and stroked his hair as usual.  Surprise!  Sam hugged Anna about the
same way and they whispered back and forth for a moment.  When they
released us, Sam stood beside Anna, her arm around Anna's waist.  As usual,
James stood beside me, my arm on his shoulders and his around my waist.  I
wondered if Sam might choose me for the night.  I'd be glad to share my
terrifying tianga with her.  I'd trust James to share his with Anna.

   I knew the women were going to choose their playmates for the rest of
the night but I didn't have any idea in what order they would choose.  I
was ready to be chosen by at least five women, perhaps not by Petra and
Brianne.  Aimee announced that they would choose in alphabetical order. 
That put Anna first.

   She looked around at all the guys, probably teasing us about trying to
make up her mind, and then selected, I would never have guessed it.  She
chose two guys, two little guys, two boys just starting to become men, two
kids barely in their teens, cute as a button brown Brian and beautiful
mischievous blond Pyotr.  I shook my head, knowing that I'd never
understand women and their mysterious ways.

   They seemed satisfied with her choice, judging from the smiles on their
faces.  She walked to the center of the mattresses.  The boys met her,
stood beside her, and put their arms around her waist.  She put her arms on
their shoulders and pulled them close.

   "Just thought I'd get some protein for the babies," she whispered,
looking at me.

   I didn't remember that Samantha was B but she did.  She chose Matt.  He
grinned all over his face and it was evident he was pleased.  He met her in
the center, gave her a hug, and then stood behind her, holding her, hard-on
against butt, while the other choices were made.

   Petra selected Iain and I couldn't remember whether he had ever been
with her before.  He looked pleased too.  He gave her a quick kiss and then
stood behind her with his arms around her.

   Aiden was still waiting to be chosen and Brianne was waiting her turn to
choose.  I couldn't believe she would choose her father.  I didn't want her
to choose me.  I didn't really want to be the one to have sex with his
young daughter, not in front of him.  Jean-Nicole and Renée were also
waiting their turn and they had three guys to choose from: Toby, Aiden, and
me.

   Renée made up her mind.  She chose Aiden.  He smiled, walked over to
her, gave her a quick kiss, and then held her waiting until the last two of
us were chosen.

   I let out a sigh of relief.  I felt sure Brianne would choose Toby, not
me, and she did.  He grinned, gave her a quick kiss, then put his hands on
her derriere, and pulled her tummy against his stiff tianga.

   I looked at Jean-Nicole and grinned.  She, of course, chose me since I
was the only one left.  I was pleased, damn pleased.  I wanted a good fuck,
no, needed to let the beast loose, and I thought she would be as welcoming
as a woman could be.  She looked like she would let her tiger lose with me.
She met me in the center of the mattresses, I gave her a quick kiss, and we
stood belly to belly, making a hard dick sandwich.

   A couple of minutes later, Jean-Nicole and I were in the position I
liked best of all: me on top of her, my penis sunk to the balls in her
pussy, my arms beside her chest with my hands underneath and curved around
her shoulders, and my knees and toes against the mattress to give me
traction for the pounding I intended to give her.  She had her knees on
each side of my waist, ankles locked together on my back, one heel at the
crack of my ass, arms around my chest with one hand behind my head.  Our
mouths were lip-locked together and we were both tongue-fucking each other.

   I pulled back, lifted my head to catch my breath, and looked to my left
side.  Jean-Nicole looked too.

   First, I saw Anna with her two little lovers.  Brian was leaning against
the wall, long legs spread in a V, Anna was on her hands and knees between
them with her mouth on his dick, and Pyotr was behind her poking her with
his penis.

   Brown Brian's face, cute freckles on his cheeks and nose, was showing
absolute delight.  As usual, his disheveled brown hair was almost covering
his forehead and his mouth was half open, top row of white teeth showing in
a big smile.

   From my perspective, I couldn't see Anna's face.  She had one hand
around the shaft of Brian's dick, stroking it, and her mouth was moving up
and down on the couple of inches left.  I liked for her to do me same way.

   Pyotr was looking down at Anna's rear and I knew he was watching his
penis as it moved in and out of Anna's pussy.  He seemed mesmerized at what
he was seeing, again, a grin of delight on his face.

   I looked a little farther and saw Renée with Aiden.  They were in a
mirror position to me and Jean-Nicole, mouths fastened together, his ass
slowly moving up and down as he did what men do so well.  I wondered if he
liked her cherry nipples on strawberry areolas on ice-cream breasts as much
as I did.  Her pussy wasn't bad either.

   Toby and Brianne were also near her father.  Toby was on his back with
his hands behind his head.  Brianne was on top of him playing hide the
dick, her hands on his chest.  If Aiden looked at her, I knew he would see
Toby's dick going in and out.  I wondered how I would feel to watch my
little daughter fucking a young boy Maybe she wanted him to see her.  Why
else would she have chosen the spot next to him?

   Jean-Nicole and I looked to the other side at the same time.  Samantha
was in the good old missionary position under Matt, heads side by side, her
arms and legs wrapped around him, and it looked like her mouth was open on
his shoulder maybe marking him.  Matt's ass was slowly moving up and down
and I knew he was just enjoying what his penis was feeling and he had not
yet started fucking into oblivion.

   Petra and Iain were in the same position.  I could see her face, not
his, and she had her eyes closed and a big smile on her lips.  Maybe she
was enjoying having her pussy stretched by a penis larger than Brian's. 
Iain's ass was moving up and down slowly too and he seemed in no hurry to
get anywhere.

   James was flat on his back, grinning up at Caitlyn, both hands on her
breasts.  Caitlyn was on top slowly moving up and down and I could see
where they were joined with his big dick sliding in and out of somewhere.
He even had his legs together, ankles crossed, with his balls resting on
his thighs.  He didn't seem to mind when Caitlyn's ass came down and mashed
them.

   I looked down at Jean-Nicole and smiled.  She looked up at me and
smiled. Damn!  She had beautiful eyes.  I could have looked into them all
night.

   "I've got a confession to make, David," she whispered.

   "OK.  What?"

   "We knew we were going to be choosing, the women, I mean, and we had it
all planned ahead of time.  I almost had to fight to get you.  I told them
you were going to let your beast loose and fuck me through the mattress. 
Are you?"

   "I'll try."

   I did try and maybe I succeeded.  I hadn't expected what she did to me,
a hickey on the right of my neck and fingernail scratches on my back, and I
didn't know what she was doing until I shot a big load deep in her pussy.
But, damn, fucking her was worth the pain.  The second time was almost as
good even though she gave me another hickey on the left side.

   <><><>

   A few days later our sex play party, we received another shipment of
goods from our old home universe.  This time it had been sent by the colony
in Georgia and contained something for which that area was famous:
gallon-size cans of peanut butter, five of them.  It also included boxes of
foodstuffs like grains, beans, and milk products.

   Anna's request was filled: a sewing machine with thread, nursing bras,
reusable diapers with pins, soft baby blankets, and more mysterious stuff.

   Jean-Nicolle's request was also fulfilled: a box of assorted spices and
another with a kitchen appliance, a mix-master.  Matt was probably glad to
see it because now he would be free of kneading duties.

   Toby got what he wanted: twenty fish or frog or crawdaddy gigs, ten
three inches wide with three tines, ten six inches wide with six tines,
just the metal tines, not the pole to which he and the other Mouseketeers
planned to affix them.  They already had the bamboo poles ready for the
metal gigs.  He and James wanted to make another trip to Crawdaddy Creek to
try gigging crawdaddies.

   Matt and I got what we wanted: a huge wooden crate of tool parts.  I
checked quickly and saw the metal part of cants, peaveys, froes, and
sledge-hammers, as well as the other tools we had requested.  We already
had oak poles and handles stacked and drying in the hallway.

   The shipment also included some things to help in establishing a
foothold down on the coast: four tents, ten large tarps, a dozen sleeping
bags, and 2 little four-wheeled buggies to roll logs to the cabin site.

   I knew what we were going to be doing all summer long and it wasn't
playing.  Before cold fall weather arrived, we were going to have a
building, a log cabin, for overnight stays at the isthmus.

   <><><>

   "David!  Anna!  Please come to my room!" Aimee called.  "Two people have
arrived, a woman and a boy, and they are both in need of help!"

   I rolled out of bed, ran for the door, and it silently opened for me.  I
glanced at the clock over the door and saw that it was between four and
five in the morning.  The urgency in Aimee's voice caused me to become cool
and all my senses were enhanced as usual.  As I went out the door, I
glanced back at Anna and saw that she was following me.  She was as naked
as I was.  She liked to sleep in a chemise because skin to skin contact
sometimes caused us to sweat a little.  I had removed it earlier that night
so I could get my mouth to her breasts.

   "Aimee, call Iain and Caitlyn and Matt and Jean-Nicole," I said.  "Don't
let anyone else in your room."

   "Yes, David," Aimee responded.  "I will call them."

   I knew something unusual had happened.  Two people, Petra and Pyotr, had
arrived at the same time only once before.  Her use of the term "woman"
made me think that the female was older than the usual young girls and
"boy" sounded like a relatively young male, perhaps a child of the woman.

   When I went into Aimee's room, I saw the woman and boy, both in the
recliner on their sides facing each other.  The woman's arms were
protectively around the boy and her hand held his face hidden under her
cheek.  One of his arms was around her waist.  The woman's face was
partially hidden in the boy's long hair.  They were belly to belly and one
of the boy's legs was between the woman's thighs.  As always, they were
both naked.  The boy's back and legs were deeply tanned but his butt was
encircled by a narrow white band.  I knew he spent a lot of time wearing
something like the French Speedo I had once worn.

   Then the woman lifted her head, brushed the boy's hair out of her face,
looked at me, and smiled.  I couldn't believe what I saw.  It was Mother,
the woman who gave me birth, the woman who Father always called Aimee.  I
was not dreaming.  I knew it was her with absolute certainty.  I had last
seen her years ago when she simply disappeared one day.

   She was older than I remembered but she was even more beautiful than
when I last saw her.  Her face was unlined.  Her dark hair was long and
tousled and I could see random silver strands in it.  Her eyes looked clear
and healthy, without the dark circles underneath which had marred her
beauty just before she disappeared.  Her cheeks were slightly pink,
probably the result of a slight fever caused by the journey.

   I tried to reason how old she was now.  I knew she was seventeen, a
first-year nursing student in Paris, when she met Father.  He was
twenty-two, a U.  S.  Army lieutenant, serving as an interpreter at the
American Embassy in Paris.  They were married just after her eighteenth
birthday and I was born before her nineteenth.  I was fourteen and she was
thirty-two when she vanished.  She had been gone ten years so that meant
she was now about forty-two.  She was still beautiful and looked healthy,
heavier than when I last saw her but then she had been too thin from grief.

   "David!" she whispered hoarsely.  "You are David; aren't you?  I know
you are.  They told me you would be waiting for us."

   "Where have you been?" I asked.  "And who's the boy?"

   The boy stirred and then turned on his back so that he could see me too.
I was shocked beyond all comprehension.  I was looking at myself when I was
a boy.  I looked at his genitals, the best way to judge his age.  His erect
penis was that of a boy just entering into puberty.  It was large for a
child and I remembered how mine had grown as the first step in puberty. 
Around his penis I saw perhaps a dozen dark hairs, evidence that he had
just started turning into a man.  In his relaxed hairless scrotum, I saw
testicles larger than a boy's and smaller than a man's.

   Mother looked at me with an intensity I still recognized after all these
years.  The tone of her voice was the same one she used when she didn't
want me to argue with her.  "I'll tell you everything later, David.  The
boy is Michael, your brother.  He's named after his father.  He's ten years
old."

   "I'll be eleven next month," Michael said.  His head was weaving around
and his eyes kept closing.



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