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The End Innocence
by Daniel L (dhl@sysun.com)

***

This is a story for people who are basically voyeurs,
who like to read about real people doing real things. 
While there is plenty of lust in this tale, there are 
other emotions here also. Not necessarily those you 
might expect. The story deserves a full reading in 
order to get its effect, if you're looking for a quick 
dirty read, try another. (MMF, bi, voy, mast, oral, 
anal)

***

Author Notes: If you are offended or disturbed by any 
of these things: graphic depictions of sexual acts, 
explicit language, sexual contact between men, or minor 
use of illegal drugs you should not read this story. 

If you seek stories about incest, nonconsensual sex, 
underage sex, bondage, S & M, or anything besides an 
intense and very real threesome with two men and one 
woman, read something else. You'll probably be bored 
with this story.

The events described occurred in 1978. In no way do I 
endorse this kind of behaviour now; the risks are 
simply too great. Indeed, people should be a great deal 
more careful than we were, AIDS or no AIDS. In spite of 
this, I have no regrets about my role. I was young, 
horny, and stupid, as were my companions. 

Names have been changed to protect the guilty -- mainly 
me. But if "Jerry" or "Laura" happen to read this, I 
think they will remember who I am. I hope their 
memories of these few days are as fond as mine.


Prologue:


Call me Daniel. In the late summer of 1978, at the age 
of 24, I was what could be fairly described as a 
"reformed computer geek." I only realize this now, 
looking back at pictures of myself at the time. An only 
son of fairly strict but loving parents in a large 
Southern state, I had found myself well employed after 
high school and never attended college. In fact, I was 
only moving out of my parent's house about the same 
time that most of my peers were graduating from four 
years of college. Though not a physically a virgin, in 
some very real sense I was an emotional one. Deep 
within me I knew this, and I was getting tired of it.

As to my appearance, my face and body wasn't 
unattractive, but I was a bit too short and a bit too 
thin to be the kind of "hunk" girls like to invite home 
from the bars. But I had had a few invitations, and 
enjoyed them all. Still, I was inexperienced compared 
to my friend Jerry, who never seemed to lack for 
companionship, even though I never saw him seek it.

Jerry was actually the friend of a close friend with 
whom I was living at the time. Of average size and not 
notable for classic good looks, he was nonetheless a 
very attractive person to large numbers of both women 
and men. I asked several girls we both knew what it was 
that made him that way, and the answers varied from 
"the way he moves" to "his eyes" or his "sexy voice" or 
"easygoing manner." Indeed he was a friendly and quiet 
person who was very easy to be around and be intimate 
with.

That summer, I had money and an itch to travel. Jerry 
had time (being temporarily between jobs) but no money. 
For some reason I thought it might be fun to drive down 
to Key West, Florida, and proposed to Jerry that if I 
financed the trip in toto and provided the car, if he 
wanted he could come along if he would provide the 
tent, cook, clean, and drive at least half the time. Of 
course he agreed, and in a few days we jammed what we 
thought we might need into my tiny car and took off 
south with no plan except to go there and see what 
happened.

I won't bore you with the details of the trip, or the 
first few days, except what is important to the last 
four nights we were there. We did find a campsite and 
set up our little blue and white three-man tent in a 
public campground. Most of our days were spent getting 
a tan on the small beach and snorkeling around amongst 
the colorful sea creatures; and our nights cruising 
amongst the colorful night creatures on Duvall street. 
Sex, drugs, and kinkiness were ubiquitous in the Key 
West of the 1970's after dark, but we were only 
interested spectators, until Jerry's (and my) 
increasing horniness led us into an adult "bookstore" 
on the 5th night of our stay. And so the story 
begins...

An Erotic Memoir


PART I

Let your hair fall all around you
offer up your best defense
this is the end
of the innocence
 			 
 --Don Hendley, "The End of the Innocence"


The store was sleazy, as these things almost always 
are. 

There were a few books there, but the front part was 
taken up by a wall of magazines, and in the back, 
taking up most of the store and accessible thru a set 
of saloon-type doors, was a "mini-movie arcade." It 
wasn't my first time in such a place, maybe my third.

The magazines had names like "Hard Candy", "Ass 
Fuckers", and "All Anal." The pictures on the covers 
illustrated in full color what the titles proclaimed.

"All Anal!" Jerry said, in an approving tone of voice, 
in front of a magazine of that name that depicted two 
men penetrating the rear of one women, who was lewdly 
straddling one while the other squatted and inserted 
his cock into her ass. Her expression was intense, but 
hard to describe.

We didn't buy anything (I suppose the choice was mine, 
since I had the money), but wandered past the 
proprietor (who was reading a detective novel), back 
through the saloon doors to see what was there.

What was there were about twenty small dark booths, 
each with a curtain in front and a small projector into 
which one fed a quarter to view about two minutes of a 
soundless "loop" of people having sex. While it was 
technically accurate to say they were "25 cent" movies, 
if you wanted to see a whole one you'd have to feed in 
quarter after quarter. Each booth catered to a 
different specialty or combination. A small sign on 
each one said things like "boy-girl" or "1 boy-2 
girls."

There were a few occupied, most empty. We stood around 
while I waited for Jerry to decide to either leave or 
pick a booth. I didn't have but a few quarters, neither 
did he.

Behind us the doors squeaked, and we turned to behold 
what we least expected: A pair of smooth tanned legs, 
leading up to a pair of cutoff jeans and a t-shirt; all 
on a sandy-haired girl with a hint of a freckle or two 
and a round face that probably wouldn't be featured in 
Playboy but that was pleasing to look at nonetheless.

She was probably over 18, still I'd have ID'd her if I 
was running the place; but the proprietor was in a good 
part of his novel and obviously paid no attention. Her 
body looked over 18: about 5'2", very well proportioned 
without being overly endowed.

The round face smiled, and the mouth beneath the cute 
little nose said, "Hi."

"Hi," we replied, trying to be completely cool.

"I'm looking for something in particular!" she said, as 
if we worked there. She did seem totally cool and 
unembarrassed to be alone, female and young in such a 
place.

We paused just a second before Jerry asked, "What is 
it?" as if he worked there.

"Two guys," she replied, matter-of-factly.

(I am sure I am remembering this just like it happened, 
word for word. I am not making it up. I promise.)

Now, your ordinary horny guys would not have hesitated 
to reply something along the lines of "Well here we 
are!" but I wisely kept my mouth shut, and Jerry was 
too worldly and laid back to have been so crass. We 
both knew she really meant that's the kind of visual 
entertainment she was seeking.

"Let's have a look," he did say.

And we together toured the outsides of the variously 
dimly-lit booths, looking at the small signs. But there 
was no "boy/boy", despite Key West's reputation (well 
deserved) of boasting a high percentage of homosexual 
men. I suppose gays had their own bookstores, since 
straight men are often highly offended (threatened) by 
male/male sex.

"Well, there are two boy/boy/girl ones" he finally said 
to her, "if you want you can try one and we'll try the 
other, and if we see the two guys getting friendly 
we'll call you over."

"Ok," she smiled, clearly liking that we were not 
uncool.

And we went to one, and she to another, out of sight.

I know now how Jerry was such a master at picking up, 
or rather being picked up by, women. Did we both want 
into this girl's pants? Of course! We were young (me 24 
Jerry 23), horny, and in an adult bookstore. She was 
rather attractive in both looks and personality.

But rather than "make a move", Jerry conveyed to her: 
friendliness, a sense of being able to be trusted, and 
yet by his body language and tone of voice and general 
calmness a kind of experience that promised sweet 
things if she was so inclined. If she wasn't, no big 
deal.

I just stood by and smiled and hoped my new tan and 7-
day-old beard made me look less geeky than I felt.

We watched our loop for a quarter or three. The two 
young actors took the young lady soundlessly by mouth, 
pussy, and ass in several combinations -- but stayed 
strictly away from one another. It was hot to watch, 
and I of course became rock hard in my pants, as I'm 
sure Jerry did too, but we did not comment on it.

As the third quarter ran out and the screen clicked 
off, our companion seeker came up to our booth. Jerry 
noticed and asked, "Any luck?"

"Nope," she replied. "It was pretty good, but the two 
guys just concentrated on the girl."

"Same here," Jerry said. 

There was a short pause. Nothing was said, but I had 
the feeling that in some subtle way cards were being 
laid on the table. She was letting us know she might be 
interested in spending some time with us. After all, 
she could have just walked away, but instead she stood 
there for a second or two. I didn't know how to pick up 
the cards, but Jerry did. More boldly than she or I 
could have imagined.

"Would you like to see two guys for real?" he asked. It 
was a casually asked question, as if he'd asked her if 
she'd like to see our car. But of course the import was 
anything but casual. I expected her to walk, and was 
feeling embarrassed at his faux pas. My opinion of 
Jerry's coolness took a plunge.

But she didn't walk. Silence: and she looked at Jerry, 
and he looked right back at her -- serious eye contact. 
Then she looked at me, and I just gave her a little 
smile and looked right back at her too. Its 
speculation, but I think that behind those female eyes 
was a battle pitting the organ between her ears against 
the organ between her legs. 

The battle was short. 

The lower half won.

"Where?" she asked.

"With us," he replied, even and calm as could be.

She looked from one to the other again.

"Ok," she said. Maybe she thought we were gay and 
willing to be exhibitionists for her benefit. Or simply 
that we knew a place where a gay movie could be found.

In any case, I was amazed, truly amazed.

"Let's get out of here then," Jerry said, and together 
we walked back through the saloon doors, past the 
magazines, and into the fresh warm midnight air.

We had about five blocks to walk to the parking lot 
where my little blue car was, and we used the time to 
get acquainted. I asked her if she lived here, and she 
explained that she and a female friend lived in Central 
Florida, and had driven down here for two weeks before 
returning to school in Tallahassee. Her friend had 
found a man last night, and wanted privacy, so she was 
temporarily "persona non grada" (in her words) back at 
the hotel room.

So she was out on her own, and feeling a little 
reckless. "So you wound up at a peep show?" asked Jerry 
playfully. 

"Why the fuck not?" she replied and for some reason we 
all broke up laughing just at the way she said it. I 
could feel the awkwardness of the situation starting to 
fade away. It was nice to hear her use a word like 
"fuck", with a sweet smile on her face.

She said her name was Laura, and we told her ours. 

Still, during the silent moments of the walk, I 
wondered what the hell Jerry meant "for real" when I 
was the only other guy he knew on the island. But there 
was no good opportunity to ask without queering the 
deal, so to speak.

Back at the car, we climbed in cheerfully, and Jerry 
pulled the bag of marijuana (universally known as "pot" 
amongst my circle) and offered her a share of our pipe.

"Ah, why the fuck not?" again in her slightly deep (for 
a girl) voice, and laughter all around again. Jerry 
stuffed the bowl and lit up, and we passed it around as 
I backed out and drove aimlessly around the small 
island for a half hour or more, as we slowly did 
justice to the contents of the pipe, and in so doing, 
altered our mood considerably.

"We're staying in a tent at one of the campgrounds, 
want to go there?" my somewhat mellowed self asked the 
light-brown-haired pixie in the smoke-filled back seat.

"Where else?" came the reply, and there was a bit of 
giggling, maybe not only by her, my memory is a bit 
hazy at this point.

(For those impatiently waiting for the "good parts", 
don't worry they're coming, and coming soon. You'll get 
all you want, I think, and maybe then some).

In the last silence of the drive, I tried to face what 
I thought was coming. Whenever I'm confronted with some 
choice, if I have time I think ahead to what's going to 
happen and ask myself "Will you do this?" I wait for 
the answer from my heart, and if it's "No, I'm not" 
that's it, I don't do it -- I don't really care what 
others think. If the answer is "Yes, I will" then I go 
ahead and no looking back.

Jerry had invited her to be with us on a promise that 
we would engage in some kind of sex act for her. I had 
never even considered sex with Jerry or any other man, 
even though the thought didn't repel me. Horny as I 
was, my libido really was directed only towards 
females. But I remember someone saying "sex is really 
just giving and receiving pleasure", and it was a 
statement I would like to believe but had never really 
tested. Would he suck my cock? Want me to suck his? 
Fondle each other? If it felt good, so what? I was far 
from home, high, and horny. I trusted Jerry to do 
nothing I didn't allow. If I didn't like it I could 
always just forget it happened. And if we didn't come 
through, would she leave, or worse, go off with Jerry 
and leave me out of it?

So would I do it? Yes, I would.

No looking back.

We pulled up to the tent, and as it was after one in 
the morning the place seemed pretty deserted, with all 
tent occupants either asleep or away. I was glad we had 
pitched ours as far from others as was possible, still, 
our nearest neighbors were some fifteen feet away.

It wasn't hard to see by the moon, and we piled out and 
offered Laura anything she might like to eat or drink. 
She declined but needed to pee, and we pointed her 
towards the light over the concrete campground 
bathroom/shower, a short walk down the path. Off she 
went, ourselves rather crassly failing to escort her, 
and Jerry asked me:

"Are you up for this?"

"Yeah, sure," I replied.

"It's OK if you're not," he said, and I appreciated his 
offering me an out.

"Didn't we promise?" I asked and he grinned.

"Let's get ready then."

And we crept into the tent.

Jerry pulled out a candle, and mounted it on the tiny 
table/box at the head of our fairly small 3-man tent. 
He then pulled off his t-shirt. I pulled off mine and 
then expressed concern that if we stripped Laura might 
freak if she came back and saw us. We decided to just 
leave our cutoffs on.

I then retrieved our stash and we loaded the pipe 
again. By that time Laura stuck her head in to the 
tent, saw us, and let out a giggle.

"Hey!" cried Jerry in mock offense at her implied 
slight of our physiques. She then just whistled lowly, 
grinned, and asked if she could join us. 

"Why sure," I said and offered up the pipe. I needed 
the relaxation the pot would give me. We lit and slowly 
passed the pipe again, each drawing in as much as 
possible and holding it, not knowing but not dreading 
what might lay ahead of us this night.

As the last was smoked, we sat in silence, then Jerry 
leaned over and unsnapped the snap button on my cutoff 
jeans. It was the moment of truth, but I had already 
decided in the car. He looked at me, and I leaned back 
and looked right back with no words but consent in my 
eyes. He slowly unzipped the zipper, and I raised my 
hips as he slipped off my pants.

If Laura had somehow misunderstood anything that had 
transpired before now, she would speak up and we would 
stop (and probably be embarrassed). But she just sat 
there, only three feet from me. Watching with interest 
but saying nothing.

I was now clad only in my briefs. My cock was there 
very visibly, not really hard but not really soft 
either. For those that are interested in such things, 
my member is about 6 1/2 inches long from tip to root 
fully erect, is circumcised, and is neither thick nor 
thin for it's length.

I heard a little shuffle and saw Laura reposition 
herself for a better view. She was still fully clothed, 
but her face was starting to look a bit excited. I 
didn't know if she would join us, but I hoped so.

Jerry meanwhile very slowly and deliberately took his 
index finger and stroked it gently over my still 
covered cock. Laura and I both watched this, and though 
it felt good my cock did not start immediately to get 
harder. But Jerry seemed intent on getting me to rise 
while still concealed so he could reveal me, I suppose, 
in full glory. Laura watched, and silence reigned; a 
foggy silence, as we all three were floating on our 
pot-induced high as well as a growing sexual arousal.

I did a mental trick to produce the expected rise. I 
closed my eyes and remembered a scene from the few 
minutes of loops we had watched earlier. I thought of 
one of the men who had pressed his cock up inside the 
ass of the supine girl while she was riding her other 
lover. I imagined the feel of his cock rubbing the 
other cock through the thin wall of skin between her 
vagina and rectum. Soon, the touch of Jerry's finger 
felt better, and I could feel the exquisite pleasure of 
the blood filling my cock.

I opened my eyes as I felt his hand leave me, and his 
fingers loop under the elastic band of the underwear. I 
raised my ass again, and my last remnant of modesty was 
pulled off.

"Ooooo!" I heard Laura moan softly, "Yeah!" 

Her approval was crucial for me at this stage. Any 
doubt about her participation, at least as an onlooker, 
would have caused the tension to break disastrously for 
me.

Jerry took my cock in his warm hand and lifted it high, 
waving it around a bit playfully. Fully hard. 

There comes a time with all new sexual partners, where 
a line is crossed and you sense all are committed to 
carry through with inhibitions left behind. This was 
that moment now, and since no one showed any objection 
to the proceedings, we all three were able to shed that 
last bit of reservation that stood between us and 
indulgence in pure lust.

I felt no modesty at all, in fact, I wanted more 
pleasure. He knowingly obliged me by stopping the 
waving and manually fondling me in a very expert way. 
His hand worked slowly up and down my turgid member, 
hardening it further and sending sexual thrills up my 
spine. Good hand work is rare, and I had never 
experienced any before now. That he was a guy and not a 
girl, I just didn't care at the moment. I closed my 
eyes, leaned my head back, and soaked up the pleasure.

I loved the thought of Laura watching and hopefully 
enjoying, in fact, that was an essential element in my 
comfort. Had it been Jerry alone, I probably would 
never have even considered this activity.

Jerry shifted, I could feel it, but he kept stroking; 
God, yes, it was good I remember thinking, but what was 
he doing? 

"Yes," I heard Laura's excited whisper, "Yes do it." 

Snap. The sound of a button popping. I opened my eyes, 
to see her still fully clothed, but her hand was at her 
crotch area and I was sure she had unsnapped her 
cutoffs. Yes, I could see in the candlelight her right 
hand working its way down between her legs, spreading 
the zipper. I felt a surge of even greater lust as she 
crossed her little barrier.

My cock stood inside his hand, very large it seemed and 
red, and the head was flared and purple. A drop of pre-
cum had already dribbled out and down to the edge of 
the flange, and another had formed in the tip. I was 
ready for about anything at this point - sex hormones 
fully in control of my actions.

He was holding me steady now, not moving his hand. I 
remember like it was yesterday. He bent his head down 
until it was inches from my cockhead. He was going to 
suck me. I didn't recoil. I lay still and watched. 
Laura was riveted, her eyes on the same scene as mine, 
her only motion a gentle circling of her finger down 
below.

He looked up at her.

"You like this?" he asked.

"Yes," came the quick breathy answer.

His tongue extended and gently plucked the precum from 
my tip. He was teasing me, teasing us both.

"Are you sure?"

"Oh yeah."

"What do you want now?"

"I want you to suck him."

"Suck him how?"

"Suck his dickhead into your mouth, oh, yeah." She 
sounded more excited than I had ever seen a woman in my 
life. I didn't even know girls could be voyeurs, I 
thought that was a man-only thing.

So he did. His lips curled over the wet purple head of 
my cock, making it disappear into his mouth.

If this were fiction, I'd tell you of the incredible 
burst of pleasure this brought, but in fact the touch 
of his lips and tongue were a great deal more gentle 
than his hand, and the pleasure while sweet was not 
nearly as intense. Still, it was far better than any 
other mouth I had ever felt. The several girls that had 
treated me thus far in my 24 years were rank amateurs 
next to Jerry's technique. This couldn't possibly be 
even near his first time doing this.

He sucked, and I could feel him gently licking me too. 
The sight was incredible, with his head bobbing slowly 
up and down on my cock now glistening with his spittle 
in the candlelight. This was not lost on our observer, 
who sighed several times as she pleasured herself. My 
eyes travelled from his mouth to her finger, and back 
again. Jerry and I were both conscious of putting on a 
show, and to enhance the effect a little I moaned and 
begged him to suck me more.

He responded by stopping his mouth work, and returning 
to his hand masturbation on my now very slick shaft. 
The increase in pleasure was intense, and I moaned for 
real. 

"Jack me," I moaned, and he immediately went back to 
sucking. I realized I now had some control over his 
ministrations on me, albeit in reverse. He really knew 
what he was doing; he was a gourmet of sexual delight. 
Not only his physical technique, but his giving of 
control to me for his pleasuring of me.

I didn't want to come too soon. I wanted the show, and 
the pleasure, to last. But every cycle of sucking, 
licking, then masturbation brought me a step closer. I 
closed my eyes; I could think of nothing but the 
sensations on my cock. I was lost in a world of Jerry's 
mouth and hands.

I don't know how long it lasted, have no idea. We were 
all excited and the sound of uneven breathing filled 
the tent. The drugs tend to alter your time perception, 
making everything seem to go in wonderful slow motion. 
But, eventually the feeling of inevitable release crept 
up my loins, and I moaned out loud that I was close.

"Make him cum," I heard her say, softly and pleadingly.

He did, with his hand. He stroked me again and again, 
and when I knew he wasn't going to stop till I came all 
over myself, I just let it go. In the last delicious 
pause before the eruption, I heard a soft feminine 
moan.

The orgasm started in my cock and radiated to the tips 
of my toes and to the top of my head. I stiffened, 
raised up my ass, and squirted several jets of white 
cum into the air, falling all over my stomach and legs, 
Jerry's hand, and my cock. Rivulets ran out the tip, 
over his fingers, and into my pubic hair.

"OH SHIT! God damn! God damn!" I heard Laura say in a 
choked kind of voice. "Oh fuck I want to cum too."

This followed by silence for a short period.

I didn't really see anything. I think I heard her moan 
and thrash about a little. I seem to remember staring 
up at the top of the tent and waiting for my breathing 
to return to something like normal.

Things briefly settled down a bit. I could breathe 
again, and I heard the ragged breathing of Laura. She 
had cum! And we had brought her off with our show. I 
remember these thoughts with pleasure in the aftermath, 
then a feeling that I didn't like: the knowledge that 
Jerry hadn't cum, and maybe Laura and Jerry would now 
get it on without me.

I looked up, and Jerry was looking at Laura. His left 
hand was pretty white with streaks of my cum, and as he 
looked at her and she at him, he slowly and seductively 
began licking my cum off his own hand. I would have 
been shocked had I not just had an intense orgasm.

"Oooo!" again from her, and she appreciated this sexy 
move. I just lay there, recovering, feeling the hot cum 
I had shot on myself beginning to get just a little 
cooler.

"I want some too," she said, and he moved his hand to 
her to offer some of my cum, thinking that's what she 
wanted.

"No, I need someone inside me, I want to join you. Will 
you let me?"

"Sure," he replied simply. 

She looked over at me, only a few feet away, laying 
naked and sort of messy and dazed, and asked, "Is it 
alright?"

I didn't know exactly what she meant at first, until I 
realized she must have thought we were gay lovers. She 
wasn't sure Jerry would be interested in her, or if I 
would be jealous if he was.

"Go right ahead," I managed to say, and indeed at that 
moment I didn't really care, except that I wanted to 
stay with them. Neither seemed to have the slightest 
interest in gaining privacy by excluding me, however.

I wiped some cum off me as best I could with my 
discarded t-shirt, the only rag I could reach. As I 
did, Laura swiftly stripped off her top, revealing a 
pair of nice firm and rather pointy tits, with nipples 
either peaked with excitement or just naturally long. 
In a jiffy came off the little cutoff jeans, leaving 
only a pair of panties quite obviously soaked in the 
middle. All this would have been very exciting had I 
not just cum, as it was I simply watched with interest.

"Lie down," she said, peeling off the panties.

He did, slipping off his pants as rapidly as possible. 
Out bobbed his cock, of average size, about the size of 
mine or a little longer, and well proportioned. He was 
very aroused.

She moved eagerly to straddle him, not wasting a moment 
or a motion in her heat to couple with the only 
available male organ in condition to satisfy her at the 
moment. I was certainly out of the action for a while, 
but I was beginning to enjoy the sight of her smooth 
legs spread over his waist, and her hand going 
underneath to take hold of his hard, sensitive cock and 
place it next to her pussy. She was too hot to hesitate 
with preliminaries, and so was he, so she simply 
impaled herself without further ado.

Atop him, she just paused and sat there, as if she 
wanted to savor the feel of it for a few moments before 
increasing the pleasure. I looked up to her eyes to see 
them staring straight ahead, in sort of a glazed 
condition. Her breasts seemed swollen and the nipples 
were crinkled and pointed.

(I was a little amazed at the heat she was in -- my 
orgasm had cooled my desire, at least temporarily, but 
hers had only seemed to fire her up more. I suppose 
that's one of the differences between the sexuality of 
men and women; at least, some women.)

As she sat there, he placed his hands on her hips, then 
moved them up her back and pulled her towards him, 
until her nipples came down to where his mouth could 
reach them. I could see his lips close over her entire 
left areola (I was laying to the left of them) as he 
sucked, licked, and nibbled causing a deep moan from 
her. After a short suck on one, he switched to the 
other, and the effect this time was to start her hips 
moving. Once the sweet friction began, both seemed to 
lose interest in the nipple sucking, as his head 
settled back down and she pulled up erect above him. 
Her hips rose and fell in a steady rhythm. She paid no 
attention to me, but then again she wasn't the least 
bit shy about coupling in my presence.

Earlier both had been teasing and talking as he 
pleasured me, but the time for talk was gone; the only 
thing that mattered to either of them was the effort to 
rub genitals together until the pleasure became 
unbearable and they exploded.

I had never actually seen people doing live sex before, 
only in porno movies. Once I saw the real thing right 
next to me, I could feel my so-recently spent member 
starting to pleasurably fill again. I knew then I was 
probably destined to be a voyeur for life.

She humped him steadily, neither fast nor slow. Her 
eyes were closed, but neither Jerry nor Laura had the 
energy to make much noise except for heavy breathing. I 
could see clearly from only two feet away the point of 
coupling between them, and it was very, very wet with 
her juices. Her ample patch of light-brown pubic hair 
was stained mostly dark with wetness, as were her 
thighs and his hairy belly. The pole of his cock shown 
greasily in the candlelight as she lifted off it, only 
to slide back down again making it disappear inside 
her. The process made a wet and very sexy sound that 
filled the tent in the otherwise silent night.

I quickly and happily became fully hard. I stroked 
myself, then shifted a little over and on a whim rubbed 
my cock on her thigh as she humped up and down on him. 
She didn't even seem to notice the contact.

Soon she begin to moan, then leaned back and screwed up 
her features as the pleasure peaked. Her rhythm changed 
from long strokes to short quick hunches as she 
obviously endured a powerful set of orgasmic 
contractions. Finally with a gasp she fell forward on 
her hands, and opened her eyes and looked down at him. 
He was still fully hard inside her.

And his need must have been urgent, because even as she 
paused and rested for a bit I could see his hips moving 
to maintain some friction. Eventually she too started 
moving again, then stopped and held still. He seemed to 
squirm and let out a long "Aahhhhhhh."

Suddenly it hit me that she was probably tightening her 
vaginal muscles on him, stroking and sucking on him 
without even moving. The effect was electric, as he 
started to hump up to her harder. I got even stiffer.

It didn't take but a few moments before he groaned, 
flung his head back and his hips up, and quite 
obviously shot spurt after spurt of long-held cum deep 
inside her. She just held still and looked down into 
his face.

As he eventually relaxed, she fell gently forward on 
him. They kissed, and I felt a little twinge of 
jealousy at being left out. As she lay there, I stroked 
my hard cock along her leg once again. She looked back 
down at me and smiled.

"Ooooo, another hard one. I have to do something about 
that," she murmured, reaching back and taking me in her 
hand. Then she rose up, and positioned her knees over 
on my side of Jerry's prone and languid body, and said, 
"Come on baby, doggy me."

Man, I thought, talk about insatiable. For me, now, the 
concept was more than just a word. This was 
unbelievable.

Her gorgeous ass was raised in my direction, and I 
didn't need a second invitation. I got up on my knees 
behind her, and guided my cock up between her legs. Her 
whole crotch area was, to put in mildly, a sloppy mess. 
Her own copious juices plus white steaks of Jerry's 
sperm covered her glistening pink labia, and ran in a 
few little rivulets down her thighs.

I didn't care, I just put my cock up there and slid it 
in.

The feel was hot and wet, but the area was so 
lubricated and stretched that it felt almost like 
putting your dick in a tub of melted butter. I couldn't 
feel much inside her, only the outer rim of her vagina. 
But the whole scene was so nasty and sexy, and the 
thought of swirling my cock around in a mixture of his 
and her cum so enflaming, that I remember almost 
shuddering in lust.

It didn't help that as I reached the point where my 
balls pressed up against her clit area, cum bubbled out 
all around my cock and ran down both our thighs; and a 
fabulous wave of hot musky sex smells wafted up my 
chest from her ass to my nostrils. 

I started humping, with long steady stokes. The feel 
was still not there but I kept it up. The movement in 
the wetness made sloppy sloshing sounds, and I could 
hear the wet slap of my loins on her ass cheeks.

Slosh, slosh, slosh; in a steady beat. The feeling came 
back into my cock and started to slowly build. I looked 
down briefly and saw Jerry, lying underneath us, 
casually and tenderly caressing her hair.

"Oh fuck" I heard myself say. Slosh, slosh, slosh... I 
looked down at her face, turned to the right. I could 
see the profile, in the candlelight, of a woman 
receiving pleasure. The arousal in me began to increase 
rapidly, filling me with the thick sweet feel of 
unbridled lust.

Slosh, slosh, slosh... I felt something underneath me, 
moving, and realized it was her hand, her fingers 
circling her clit and flicking it close to where my 
balls met her flesh in the instrokes.

Over and over... it was starting to feel really, really 
good. Sweet sliding pleasure.

Slosh, slosh, slosh... and then she said distinctly, 
"Fuck me harder."

I obeyed instantly, as a good lover should.

Slosh slosh slosh... I pumped my cock into her at a 
faster pace, increasing my own pleasure. I didn't want 
to increase it too much, because I wanted to be sure 
she came before I did. I could still feel her finger 
working away down there.

"Oh, fuck, fuck me, fuck me harder!" she panted. 

Sloshsloshslosh... I fucked her fast and hard; oddly 
the faster pace diminished the feel of pleasure on my 
cock, rather than increasing it. If this seems contrary 
to the laws of sex, be assured there are none. But she 
moaned somewhat frantically, as it had the opposite 
effect on her.

"Fuckmeharder! Oh harder! Harder! Oh, oh!" she was 
almost chanting, her voice rising in pitch on almost 
every word.

At last she groaned really hard and started hunching 
her ass back at me in the same rhythm I saw when she 
came on Jerry. I grabbed her hips and held my throbbing 
cock deep and still inside her, hoping to feel the 
pulsations of her cum. 

Of course, you can't really do that, as the 
contractions are subtle and the male organ is a blunt 
instrument when it comes to subtle feelings. But still 
it is so enjoyable to feel her body quiver and shake 
and know that she feels you inside her as she cums 
hard.

When the shaking stopped, my stroking started again at 
my favorite pace... Slosh, slosh, slosh; slowly but 
steadily. The full feeling returned and built in a 
delicious spiral.

There wasn't any reason to hold back, so I just let it 
go. She patiently stayed in place for me, even though 
she stopped moving, as the lovely feelings peaked and 
my cock stiffened and let loose several spurts of hot 
white sperm into her belly; mixing a delicious cocktail 
of juices from all three of us in her well-used love 
tunnel. I rode again the peak of joy, having nothing in 
my mind but the feeling of the liquid flowing out of me 
and into her.

Then it was over. We both stayed coupled for a minute 
or two, both gasping a bit for breath and not even 
wanting to move. But of course my twice-drained cock 
wilted, it's job well done, and after I felt it slide 
out of it's own accord there was no reason not to just 
fall down on the air mattress in total but satisfied 
exhaustion. As I hit the sack I felt, rather than saw, 
her collapse also, right on top of Jerry who had 
patiently just lain there as we fucked above him.

"Damn that was good," I heard her murmur, and Jerry 
answered, "Amen."

Breathing gradually returned to normal, and some 
languid efforts were made to rearrange our sweating 
naked bodies to a more comfortable configuration, 
particularly with Laura crawling off Jerry.

I had a powerful urge to pee, and reluctantly pulled on 
a pair of boxers and walked (staggered?) out of the 
tent and down to the communal bathroom. Looking down at 
my spent cock as I pissed, and feeling the slick 
wetness of her lingering on it, I felt a sense of pride 
and pleasure at what it and I had done tonight.

Returning, I noticed the candle still burning, but 
Jerry and Laura rearranged into a spoon, with Jerry on 
the right and Laura glued behind him, her loins pressed 
to his ass. The inside of our little tent reeked, 
absolutely reeked, of sweat and sperm and musky sex. I 
blew out the candle, slipped off the boxers and pressed 
my body up close behind her, with my cock pressed 
nicely into her ass crack.

She at first made no move, but then her hand reached 
back and caressed the side of my hip just enough to let 
me know I was right where she wanted me to be. 

The last thing I remember of that night was the feel of 
her wet sweaty smooth back against my chest.


Part II

Come on, take another little piece of my heart now, 
baby you know you got it, if it makes you feel good.
  -- Janis Joplin, "Another Piece of my Heart" 


I awoke slowly, opening my eyes to the now familiar 
haze of blue and white sunlight that filtered through 
our tent walls. I was lying on my left side, facing the 
outer wall of the tent, on the side where the morning 
sun struck it. It was brighter than usual, probably 
because it was later in the morning than usual. I had 
no idea what time it might be, and didn't care.

The familiar sounds of birds outside, and other campers 
doing things and talking, filtered into my ears along 
with a new sound: gentle snoring. It was the snoring 
that reminded me that I wasn't alone. Hazily I 
remembered the night before, and felt that languid 
sense of delicious relaxation you sometimes get when 
you've slept soundly. I lay there for a while just 
taking it all in, before being unable to resist turning 
over and seeing what was on the other side.

What was there was the nude body of a young girl whose 
name I knew was Laura, but that's nearly all I knew 
about her. She lay only a foot away from me, in the 
middle of our cramped tent space, on her side and 
facing Jerry who lay sleeping on his side facing the 
far wall. They were no longer touching in the spoon 
from last night, but were about a foot apart. I was the 
first one up, and I took advantage of that to just look 
and think and savor the situation as best I could.

Her face was away from me and I couldn't see it, being 
partially hidden in a tangle of blondish brown hair. 
She looked blonder than I remembered last night. Her 
body was tanned but not darkly, and the outline of the 
two-piece suit she wore on the beach was evident on her 
back and around her hips. Except for the tiny blonde 
hairs that could only be seen if you looked very 
closely, her body was smoothly shaped, rising over the 
beautiful mounds of her ass to taper off into two 
perfect legs and two pretty feet with white soles. It 
was a sight to make your heart soar, and it almost made 
me sigh out loud.

Too many woman believe themselves to be ugly or just 
ordinary if they don't qualify as the perfect 
centerfold model. Laura probably didn't think of 
herself as exceptionally attractive. But this isn't 
true -- I've tried to tell so many women I know how 
beautiful and sexy they really are, even without being 
perfect, but the words somehow can't even begin to 
convey the full truth of it. The female body is a poem 
to a heterosexual man, and in the words of the 
philosopher whose name I can't remember, it "proves the 
existence of God."

As I observed the proof that lay so near to me, I 
watched the rise and fall of her chest, and became 
aware that it synchronized perfectly to the sounds of 
the snoring. It was her and not Jerry. For some reason, 
which I will try to explain in a moment, this was a 
profound revelation to me. I had not known before this 
that girls were even capable of snoring -- the sound 
was so rude that I had thought these angelic creatures 
incapable of it.

You see, in order for the ordinary reader to understand 
what I was feeling then, I need to explain that I had 
grown up as an only child somewhat isolated from the 
real world. My mother was a strictly correct lady, who 
taught me by her example and her words that the world 
of women was one of stern but gentle beings standing 
high on alabaster pedestals, striving always for a 
state of moral perfection. (True, she once admitted, 
might be a few bad apples that had fallen from their 
lofty perches, but in doing so they had fallen from the 
community of real women and were to be avoided by any 
decent person). Yes, she said as she explained the 
"birds and bees" to me in junior high school, women do 
have sex; but no woman enjoys it for itself, only to 
reproduce the species or sometimes to please the animal 
appetites of the man she loves. Sex is simply too dirty 
and too crude to be actually enjoyed by any woman 
worthy of a decent man's attention. Any woman who shows 
an interest is a fallen one, pretending, in a game of m
anipulation to gain advantage of you, probably for 
money.

My later experiences had cast some doubt on this bleak 
view of human sexuality. I didn't really believe it, 
but had never had the experiences necessary to break 
it's cold, clammy grip on my subconscious. Heretofore 
my sexual encounters had been mostly with fairly 
passive partners, or in a few cases disagreeable ones. 
How could I be sure those who seemed to enjoy it 
weren't pretending?

So why was her gentle snoring such a revelation? 
Because in some simple way in made her a human being. 
Not an alabaster-pedestalled angel, nor a fallen woman 
in league with the devil -- but simply a human just 
like Jerry and I. Only someone as inexperienced with 
women as me could have needed such an odd trigger to 
discover such an obvious truth.

So I lay and watched and absorbed these thoughts until 
the snoring faded and she stirred as if beginning to 
awaken. A fact about me is that I am almost always 
horny in the morning, and studying the naked form of 
the sleeping Laura hadn't done anything to diminish 
that tendency. Indeed, my well-used member had 
recovered it's verve from the exertions of the night 
before, and already was semi-erect. Her ass crack was 
inviting, and I snuggled up fully against her just as I 
had just before falling asleep, being careful to fit my 
warm cock along the valley between her cheeks.

For a minute or two she didn't react and I thought she 
was still asleep, so I just selfishly enjoyed the feel 
of her body as my cock finished becoming fully erect 
trapped in its fleshy female straightjacket.

The first motion from her that indicated she was awake 
was a pressing of her ass tighter against my loins. A 
lovely positive response to my mood, or maybe just a 
assertion of hers, but certainly she was not 
pretending. My heart started pounding more quickly in 
my chest.

I responded to her response my pressing even tighter 
against her. My cock was now very tightly trapped, but 
the sensation was pleasure not pain. We lay that way 
for a few moments, then without moving any other part 
of her body she began gently working her hips up and 
down in a small motion, rubbing my hard cock and 
sending sensations of delight all through me. The 
desire and arousal that had been mostly below my waist 
now began to spread through my whole body.

Then suddenly she shifted away from me and out of 
contact, sliding over about a foot to the prone form of 
Jerry and spooning herself against him as she had been 
the night before. I was surprised and disappointed, and 
it spoke to my secret insecurities that I thought she 
might be choosing him over me.

But she wasn't -- her hand reached back and touched me, 
and with a pulling motion she signified she wanted me 
back in position. I slid over and sandwiched her 
against him, a position she obviously loved to be in. 
She was the meat and we were the bread, and it was a 
delightfully tight squeeze.

I had again placed my cock in it's former position, and 
again she rubbed back against me. My face was in her 
hair, and I took advantage of that position to shower 
some kisses on the back of her neck, before I saw some 
motion and looked up to see her arm snaking over 
Jerry's waist and down towards his private parts. I 
couldn't see, but I knew from the slight flexing of her 
arm muscles that she was holding and caressing his cock 
to a state of hardness, while waking him up as sweetly 
as possible at the same time.

We lay like that, almost motionless, for some languid 
minutes. But the lack of apparent motion belied what 
was going on, for we were three fully awake and aroused 
sexual partners, subtly stimulating each other's 
genitals in preparation for more strenuous action.

Eventually, she stopped stroking him, satisfied by the 
feel of it that stage of her mission was successfully 
accomplished. She then pressed her rear strongly 
against me, pushing me back a bit, then pulled away to 
get a little separation. Into the gap she placed her 
hand on my hard, hot cock and guided it not between her 
cheeks but into the tiny triangle of space between the 
lips of her pussy and her closed upper thighs. I fit 
there snugly, with the top of my cock flush against her 
labia, and the tip poking all the way through to the 
other side, probably making it appear to someone 
looking from her front that she had a short thick 
stubby little cock right under her pubic patch.

Now she could get some direct stimulation too, and I 
proceeded to give it to her, sawing my cock slowly and 
gently back and forth, being sure to keep the top ridge 
rubbing against her labia. I could feel the heat, and 
the wetness beginning to seep out there. I kissed her 
shoulders and neck some more, for good measure. I liked 
being so near to her I could smell the milky scent of 
her skin and the traces of shampoo on her hair.

No words had been spoken throughout all this, we had 
communicated by feel and instinct alone. But to carry 
out her desires fully, she needed to give Jerry some 
instruction:

"Turn over," she whispered to him. (We could all hear 
the noises of other people around us outside the tent 
going about daily activities, and none of us wanted to 
attract attention with any obvious sexual sounds, so we 
kept as quiet as we could).

He did, and was face to face with her. I could see the 
smile on his face as he turned. As they looked at one 
another's eyes (I wished selfishly that I was able to 
look at her face) she moved her hand down and again 
began fondling his cock. But this time, she pulled him 
forward towards the spot where I was located, and urged 
his hard long dick up underneath mine and into the 
little love nest formed by her closed thighs. He didn't 
resist, and I soon felt his velvet hardness sliding 
along the underside of mine. He pressed as close as he 
could, and his cock tip protruded until it nuzzled up 
against my ball sack. It was not an unpleasant 
sensation. My own tip rested in the meeting place of 
his pubic hair and hers.

So we lay for another few moments, bathing in the 
lustful sensations Laura's sexual creativity had made 
for us. Until I kissed her neck again, and began to 
gently move my cock back and forth. This time, my 
genitals were sandwiched between his and hers, just 
like her body was sandwiched between Jerry and I. I was 
the motion man, neither of the others moved. I felt 
like I was fucking them both simultaneously, and the 
thought sent a wicked thrill through my whole body. 

The only other movement was Jerry's, as he brought his 
hand up to her chest and began to pinch and fondle her 
nipples. Obviously, she had sensitive breasts, because 
shortly this action along with my cock rubbing on her 
pussy lips pulled a whispered moan of lust and approval 
from deep in her throat.

We kept it up for a while, but she had other ideas. We 
were just passively letting her be the director, and 
she was doing an excellent job.

Her next instruction to Jerry was a whispered, "Let me 
suck you."

He pulled his cock from its warm nest under mine, and 
slid up towards the head of the tent until his loins 
aligned with her face. From behind her I turned my head 
up to see her take his red cock with the velvet purple 
head and insert it between her lips. He sighed, and I 
could hear a wet suckling sound as she started a motion 
of her lips and tongue.

She sucked strongly for a minute or two, only pausing 
to take the cock from her mouth and whisper to me, "Put 
yours inside me."

From our position, this was in fact easier said than 
done. I could only think of two possibilities -- 
folding both her legs upward into a sitting position 
and coming in from the bottom; or turning her torso 
slightly, scissoring her kegs, and putting it in from 
the side. I chose the former, hoping for a deeper 
penetration.

She complied easily as I withdrew my cock, noticing the 
wetness that covered the top of it, and moved her legs 
for her. I then laid down back into position behind 
her, and manuevered my cockhead up to her labia. I 
teasingly rubbed it back and forth on her lips a few 
times, then inserted it into it's favorite place. There 
was nothing difficult about the penetration, and I 
slowly slid it as far as I could, until again the 
roundness of her ass seated firmly into the indention 
of my loins.

There was nothing to do now but, quite frankly, to fuck 
and suck until our orgasms exploded within us. She had 
the problem of keeping up concentration on him as I 
fucked her, and we all were apparently determined to 
try and keep as quiet as possible. Nevertheless, from 
within the tent the quiet subtle sounds of sex were 
unmistakable: The wet suckling of her mouth on his 
cock, and her pussy on mine. The breathing was regular 
but getting heavier.

I just lay there and humped steadily, as minutes passed 
and the sounds kept delighting my ears. The sugary 
pleasure on my cock kept building, and I wondered if 
I'd be able to hold out long enough for her to cum 
before I did -- always a goal of mine.

The answer was soon in coming, as I heard the suckling 
stop and a series of small grunts come from her, which 
she obviously was trying to keep under control. Her 
body shook, and the now familiar hunches of her loins 
started coming in waves. The view I had from behind of 
her cumming was grand, and I paused in my stroking to 
enjoy it.

(Laura was, by far, the most easily orgasmic woman I 
had ever met. Most women, before her and after her, 
take much more work and time than she did to achieve 
release. I suppose it's an anatomic, or maybe a mental 
thing.)

The hunches and quivering stopped, and she let out a 
pathetically satisfied sigh. I resumed pumping, unable 
to control my wayward loins. She too resumed her 
sucking, generously giving him pleasure even after hers 
had passed for the moment.

It wasn't long before I reached the point of no return. 
I just pushed in as far as I could, and managed a 
whispered "I'm cumming" before the juice spurted out of 
me and into her steamy tunnel. I'm not going to try to 
describe the orgasm -- you either have experienced some 
like it, or you are too young to be reading this. 
Suffice it to say it stiffened my muscles for a few 
seconds, flooded my mind with a wave of ecstasy, and 
then died away as I relaxed gasping a little for 
breath.

I lay there, and she lay there -- only one more to go. 
I once again heard the suckling, which seemed louder 
now and more determined. Shortly, he whispered:

"Here it comes," and this was followed by a cessation 
of noise. Her sucking stopped, and so did his 
breathing.

I knew at that moment his hot salty sperm was pulsing 
into her mouth. 

After maybe ten seconds, Jerry let out a loud 
exhalation of breath.

Followed by some ragged breathing as he began coming 
down.

We all lay still for a minute or two. Breathing all 
around returned to normal. And from the stillness she 
whispered, "Damn that was beautiful."

* 

After that, we all slowly dragged ourselves up, put on 
some clothes, took a really very badly needed shower, 
and sat down for a breakfast of Jerry's fixing. It was 
about noon, on the first full day of our being 
together.

Real life intruded, and things needed to be done. Laura 
had to find a pay phone and call Molly, her travelling 
companion, to let her know she was alive and well. The 
plan had been for Laura to be absent to give Molly and 
Pedro, her new-found beau, some time to make love. 
Eventually, after midnight, Laura was to return to the 
room to sleep. Having not returned, Molly was left to 
wonder whether Laura's luck had been good, or worry 
that it had been very, very bad. Laura said when she 
returned that she had assured Molly that her luck had 
been unbelievably good, which brought a smile from us. 
Molly and Pedro offered to meet us at the beach, and of 
course we agreed.

We met later that afternoon. Molly was a dark-haired 
and rather stoutly built girl, about Laura's age and 
with an attractive shape that probably wouldn't last as 
she got older. Her face was not nearly as nice as 
Laura's, but I don't believe in judging people by their 
appearance. What did strike me was that Molly was quite 
hairy, in opposition to Laura's shaven smoothness. One 
could see the curls of black pubic hair peeking from 
around the edges of Molly's one-piece suit, a defect 
she must have know about but didn't care to correct. 
Her underarms were unshaven also.

Pedro was a bit of a surprise. I expected a tall dark 
Latin lover type, but he was small and somewhat thin. 
He was dark and Latino, however, and spoke English in a 
way that let you know immediately it wasn't his native 
language.

After these descriptions, you may be thinking that 
later on all five of us are going to get it on in an 
orgy later in this story. Forget it. Don't you remember 
I told you up front this wasn't a made-up erotic 
fantasy? Not that that kind of thing couldn't happen, 
but it's pretty rare in the real world. In fact, the 
thought never really crossed our minds, but joking on 
the drive over to the beach Jerry had asked why Laura 
had passed on a threesome with Molly and Pedro only to 
find us. Laura smiled, but told us Molly was the 
possessive type, so much so that she didn't want Laura 
to even be around Pedro very much. In the phone call, 
Molly had seemed a little relieved that Laura had found 
a companion elsewhere and wouldn't be any competition 
for her.

However, we all got along quite well. The public beach 
at Key West is not really what you'd expect: a long 
wide strip of perfect white sand bordering a crystal 
blue sea. The sea is crystal blue and beautiful all 
right, but the beach was (I don't know if it has 
changed) narrow, yellow-brown, and partially covered 
with seaweed. We saw more than one tourist family drive 
up, look around, and depart disappointed and 
complaining. But the real beauty is just beneath the 
water, and Jerry and I had nearly burned backs from all 
the snorkeling we had done all week looking at the 
fantastic array of coral and sea life. Laura and Molly 
didn't know this, and we loaned them our gear and let 
them paddle around fascinated. Pedro didn't seem to 
care much. He wasn't very talkative.

I was, at that time, a devoted amateur photographer, 
and had brought both my 35mm Minoltas with an array of 
lenses to document our trip. I wanted badly to document 
Laura, but she was exceedingly camera-shy, and I was 
too much of a gentleman to force it. I did sneak one 
candid shot of her, under one of the concrete sunshades 
they have there, looking out at the ocean. But it's a 
distant shot, and you see her face only in profile. 
Still, I have it to this day.

Molly and Pedro weren't shy, and posed for me. It's 
from this picture that I wrote my descriptions above. 
Without that picture I'd never really remember what 
they looked like. They do play a minor role in this 
tale, however, which is why I introduced them to you.

The day passed pleasantly. I do remember sitting on the 
beach with Jerry, looking at some dolphins play out in 
the ocean, when I noticed Molly and Laura talking 
together under the sunshade about twenty feet away. I 
couldn't make out the words, except for a rather loud 
"Really?!?" from Molly, and she looked over at us. I 
imagine Laura had told her of the true nature of our 
companionship.

Molly had brought a large bag of essentials for Laura, 
at her request. Laura said was just being her generous 
self, giving Molly and Pedro the full use of the their 
room even though she was paying for part of it. Of 
course, Laura asked us if she could keep on hanging out 
with us. Ah, why the fuck not? we replied. That silly 
little phrase was becoming something of a battle cry. I 
was amazed and thrilled she would want to move in with 
us, in that tiny tent, giving up a comfortable hotel 
room.

Later, I sat and talked with Laura as Jerry and Molly 
paddled about over the shallow reef (we only had two 
sets of masks and snorkels). Laura was, as I guessed, a 
student at Florida State, but I would have never 
guessed her major: mathematics. Here was no airhead 
looking for a husband. Her ambition? To go into 
astronomy when she graduated. You should know about me, 
that I am attracted emotionally to intelligent women. I 
admit, I was feeling an attraction to her; an 
attraction that given our circumstances might turn out 
to be troublesome.

Talk turned to sex, and she explained the outlines of 
her history to me. She had entered college a virgin and 
a confirmed "good girl", having learned at her mother's 
knee that was the only acceptable way to be. I could 
relate to that. But once she did let go a little and 
discovered how "wonderful" (her word) it really was, 
she regretted having started so late, as she said. She 
had just recently turned 21.

She now considered herself an adventurer, determined on 
a philosophy of liberation, and seeking to find the 
boundaries of her sexuality. She didn't have a 
boyfriend, and didn't want to be tied down by anyone at 
this point.

I returned the favor and told her about myself. In 
particular, I made it clear that Jerry and I were 
nothing but friends, and that in fact I had never even 
had any bisexual leanings that I knew of. She then 
confessed the obvious, that the scene of two men having 
sex had been a secret fantasy of her even while a 
virgin, and it "always got her off." She didn't know 
why. Still, having some free time due to Molly's 
involvement, she had wandered into the movie arcade 
last night on a whim to satisfy her curiosity about how 
it might really look. Her seeming casualness had been 
just a cover for the nervousness she really felt being 
there.

I told her I thought she might have been lucky that we 
turned out to be the nice guys we really were.

She admitted going with us was stupid. She said she was 
tempted by Jerry's offer, but would have declined out 
of common sense except the movie had gotten her horny 
and that made the offer "irresistible." I knew the 
feeling, and wondered aloud if, since males were often 
guilty of "thinking with their dicks" if girls also had 
a similar problem.

She allowed that sometimes, she did.

"So what now?" I asked when the conversation flagged.

She looked at me with an expression impossible to 
adequately describe, and said, "There are a lot of 
combinations three people can get into."

"Yes," I replied. And she said, "I want to try them 
all."

*

We wound up the day on the dock at sunset, watching the 
crowd watch the fiery sun descend into the Gulf of 
Mexico. I really can't remember any particular moment 
when I have felt more alive than right then. None of 
the three of us did much talking, we just sat and 
sipped our beers and took it all in. I had already 
photographed this scene several times earlier and 
hadn't bothered to bring the camera now, but I wished I 
had so I could defy Laura's camera shyness and 
immortalize her glowing in the last light of the 
setting sun.

There amongst the tourist families with their kids, the 
Caribbean musicians making steel-jacketed rhythms, and 
the smells of the street vendors' food, I found myself 
unable to stop thinking about sex. The events of the 
last night and morning had, rather than burn me out, 
just whetted an appetite for more. I remembered the 
look of Laura as she rode Jerry, and the way she 
hunched her loins when she came. The feel of both his 
lips and her pussy on me, and the languid motions as we 
all shifted positions to change or increase our mutual 
pleasure. The remembrance stirred me greatly and made 
my cock down below long to be touched.

As the last deep blues of the sunset turned to 
blackness, the question arose as to what we wanted to 
do next. I wasn't interested in much of anything except 
returning to our love nest and resuming our tryst, but 
I didn't say that. Jerry did.

"Well, we could always just go back to the camp and 
hang out." 

"I second that proposal. Especially the hanging out," 
Laura replied with a smile at her own little joke. 

"Third, and carried," I said, very happy that my co-
conspirators were, despite their casualness about it 
all day, just as eager as I was. It's not often you're 
lucky enough to get three people together with such 
compatible personalities and mutual interests as we 
were then. Sexual experimentation was our main 
interest, the rest of the day was basically just to 
pass time and recharge our batteries. We all three were 
laid back enough for the threesome to hang together 
without tension, at least for a little while. But my 
own few twinges of insecurity and jealousy and 
gradually increasing attraction towards Laura (but not 
Jerry) let me know that this kind of arrangement was 
way too unstable to do anything but collapse if given 
time.

"Might as well get started early. I feel real 
energetic," said Laura as we walked to the car, she 
being nothing if not honest. I wondered what exactly 
was on her mind, or in her plans, but didn't ask.

We piled in my little car again, Laura in the back, and 
I headed the four or so miles across the island to our 
campground. We didn't do any smoking, but after about a 
mile I noticed a tanned feminine arm snaking it's way 
between the two bucket seats and towards Jerry's 
crotch. The fingers undid his zipper, and fished 
inside. He said nothing, nor made any move, he just sat 
and watched.

I kept glancing between the road and Jerry, seeing the 
fingers kneading and caressing inside the zipper. 
Pretty soon they brought forth their prize: a fully 
erect male penis. Laura pulled it out from inside his 
shorts, pointed it straight up, and proceeded to stroke 
and fondle it slowly but effectively. Jerry made no 
particular motion or sound in response, but it was 
obvious he was enjoying the delicious feelings.

I got hard too, and felt my own cock just to rearrange 
it to be more comfortable in my pants. I got a real 
charge out of the wantonness of it, and felt no 
jealousy towards his luck at being the passenger rather 
than the driver. Luckily, though, it wasn't a long 
drive.

I pulled up near the tent, and Laura released her 
prize. He tucked it back in somehow, and we wasted no 
time getting into our tent.

We were early this time, but the tents around us seemed 
deserted, probably our neighbors were out doing 
something. I only gave it passing thought, because in 
fact we all were too horny to care. Apparently, my 
companions had been thinking lusty thoughts throughout 
the day as I had.

As Laura zipped up the door and pulled the flaps down 
for privacy, I lit the candle, and Jerry lit the pipe. 
We passed it slowly, sitting in a tight circle with 
knees touching, inhaling deeply, not speaking much but 
all savoring the anticipation of the sensual delights 
to come. As the drugs mellowed us out, removing what 
few inhibitions we might have had left, I had the 
revelation that anticipation is a form of foreplay -- 
not be rushed but enjoyed like every part of sex.

When the pot was gone, the fondling started. Jerry and 
I were already hard and ready, and probably Laura was 
wet. But we took our time, as t-shirts were removed 
baring torsos. Hands reached to caress breasts and 
finger nipples -- not all just Laura's. As I leaned 
over to take her left nipple into my mouth, she was 
playing with Jerry's nipples as he slid closer to her 
to make it easier to reach both of them. After a good 
solid licking and sucking, I moved up to lick her ear. 
This made her quiver a bit, and she turned to kiss me. 
We exchanged tongues lustfully, swirling deeply in each 
others' mouth. 

She broke the kiss and turned to Jerry, and they kissed 
equally lustily. I could see the movement inside their 
cheeks as their tongues intertwined. I reached over and 
tweaked her pointy nipples as they kissed. When they 
separated, Laura placed a hand under each of our chins, 
and pushed us together. She wanted us to kiss.

Jerry leaned, and I just was too mellow to care. Our 
lips met, and his tongue slid inside my mouth. I kissed 
him back, and could hear Laura murmur her approval. I 
told myself I was doing it for her. But it wasn't 
repulsive, kissing him, it just wasn't nearly as 
exciting as kissing a woman was to me. 

Following our kiss, the general consensus was that we 
should all be naked. Bottoms were peeled off, as were 
underwear. Seconds later, our clothes lay in a pile, 
and we three were as naked as the day we were born. It 
felt liberating to be that way, not only because my 
long-hard cock could finally bob free, but also because 
it was hot in that tent -- it hadn't had a chance to 
cool off much from the heat of the day. A sheen of 
sweat had already started to form on us, and it made 
our skins seem a bit shiny in the candlelight.

We paused in the action to take in the scene. All three 
of us were voyeurs, so we just looked each other's 
naked bodies over. Laura took it a step further, 
spreading her knees wider to give us a view of her 
treasures. It was only fair, as by nature our genitals 
were fully in view but hers were hidden unless revealed 
by her actions.

Her labia were puffed out and glistening wet, and she 
emphasized this by holding her lips apart and running a 
finger through her slit, gathering juice on her 
fingertip. She offered the wet digit to my lips, and I 
licked and then sucked her whole finger like it was a 
miniature cock.

Always considerate and generous, she withdrew the 
finger, lubed it up again, and offered it to Jerry. He 
too gave it a good sucking before she eventually 
withdrew it.

It's a fact of every threesome in the real world, that 
there are awkward moments, and one came on us now. No 
one was really sure what the others wanted in the way 
of a configuration, although everyone wanted to do 
something sexy. After a few moments, Jerry came though 
in his role of prodder, inviting Laura to take control.

"Any special requests?" He asked her.

She didn't answer quickly, and seem to ponder before 
saying "You won't be mad if I tell will you?"

"Of course not," I said, not really knowing.

"Well, if you don't want to, say so, but I really want 
to see two guys really fucking."

"You mean up the ass?" Jerry asked. She nodded yes.

We really didn't respond, so she continued:

"It's OK if you don't, I know you guys really aren't 
gay or anything."

Tension, a stranger since early last night, rose 
slightly.

Jerry looked at me and could tell I wasn't real keen on 
this proposal, so he let me off the hook by asking, 
"How about if we try a little 69?"

"Oooo that would be nice!" replied Laura, and they 
looked at me.

The tension melted away.

"Sure, why not?" I said.

"Why don't you lay down here on your side, sweetie?" 
she suggested.

I lay down, my cock still very hard and longing for 
attention. Without instruction, Jerry moved over and 
lay down on his side in front of me. His face was in 
front of my cock, and my cock was in front of his face. 
I could feel his hand take me, and he slid over a 
little closer.

I reached forward and took his cock, holding it by the 
base. It was the first time in my life I had ever 
touched another man's genitals. Like mine, it was warm, 
hard, yet velvety smooth. I felt him pull me and I 
shifted forward towards his face, then felt the gentle 
warmth as his mouth enclosed my most sensitive body 
part.

I was the moment of truth. I felt within me a kind of 
quiet surrender, then extending my tongue I swirled it 
around the head of his cock. It tasted salty and felt 
smooth and warm. I licked around the head a bit, then 
curling my lips over my teeth I inserted him in my 
mouth. I was a strange feeling but not unpleasant. I 
was just giving, and receiving, pleasure.

It would be a lie to say that either his sucking of my 
cock or my sucking of his was a huge thrill. Like last 
night, the actual feel of his oral attentions was 
pleasant, but too soft to be truly thrilling. And my 
attentions to him were too new, and I was too 
inexperienced, to have the kind of confidence it takes 
to just lose yourself in it. Still, I gave the kind of 
blowjob I like to get, all lips and tongue, alternating 
between deep sucking and external licking. I felt not 
the slightest twinge of shame or guilt, a little to my 
surprise.

Behind me was Laura, watching with interest. I couldn't 
see what she was doing, but I felt her hand touch my 
back and side, and begin caressing me tenderly.

"This is so beautiful" she said, "Thank you, thank 
you."

That word again: beautiful. She used it this morning. I 
had thought of sex as many things, including fun, 
nasty, forbidden, delightful, sensuous, naughty; but 
never beautiful. It was another new concept to me: sex 
might be more than a wicked forbidden thrill.

But now was not a time for concepts. The feeling down 
below was sweet, but I knew it would be a long time 
before it could build to the kind of intensity that 
would cause me to cum. Still I lapped and licked and 
sucked on my friend's organ of pleasure. I knew Laura 
was watching, and I wanted to please her so I put on a 
little show by taking him out of my mouth, and looking 
up at her, then licking all around the head. This made 
her murmur in pleasure.

"Can I get in on this?" she asked, out of the blue.

Jerry kept on sucking me, so I took advantage of his 
silence to assert myself for the first time since our 
little couplings began, what, only last night? Anyway, 
I knew what I wanted.

"How about if you get in here between Jerry and me, and 
you eat him while I eat you?" I suggested.

"Oh yes, sounds grand to me," was her reply.

I shifted myself back to make way for her. Jerry 
removed me from his mouth and we all tried shifting 
around to accommodate what I think is called a daisy-
chain. The idea was for Jerry to suck me, me to suck 
Laura, and Laura to suck Jerry all in a circle. A kind 
of three-way sixty-nine.

It sounds sexy but it is hard to get into position for. 
Jerry and I formed a V shape, with his head at the 
point of the V, next to my cock. Between the arms of 
the V Laura tried to fit in facing both of us, making a 
triangle. But it was awkward to get her pussy where I 
could reach it comfortably while at the same time she 
could reach his cock. We struggled so much that we'd 
have laughed over it had we been less horny. Funny how 
sex is such a serious business once the genitals get 
sufficiently enflamed.

I solved it by suggesting she turn around. That placed 
her in a more natural position to get to him, and she 
could raise her upper leg to give me access to her 
pussy. After a bit of shuffling and adjusting, we got 
where we could give and receive pleasure without 
straining.

Her ass was more or less in my face. I rested my cheek 
on her lower thigh, and inhaled the powerful musky 
aroma of a fully aroused female. There must be some 
scent that women excrete that attracts men -- I know it 
attracts me. I love eating pussy more that any sex act 
except actually cumming inside a woman. I never pass up 
an opportunity, which is why I had suggested this form 
of coupling.

Of course, she was extremely wet. I kissed around on 
her thighs by way of a little teasing, then began 
licking my way towards her slit. She wanted me, because 
she shifted slightly towards me. I as got close, I felt 
the sweet warmth of Jerry's mouth close over my cock 
again. I welcomed it as my tongue made it's first long 
swipe up her slit. It was still a bit awkward compared 
to licking a woman on her back, but this was only a 
minor incontinence. The indescribable lustiness of her 
taste filled both my tongue and my nostrils, making me 
want to dive deep in and never come out.

I am not being immodest when I say I am very good at 
pleasing a woman with my mouth. I knew enough even back 
then to understand that every woman is different, and 
you have to begin by experimenting to find where her 
sweet spots are. I licked her labia, and inserted my 
tongue into her hole. All the while, Jerry was doing 
his licking and sucking thing. Fortunately, he was not 
masturbating me with his hand, as he had done last 
night, else I might have been unable to prevent cumming 
sooner than I wanted to.

Laura had a prominent clitoris. Many women have hidden 
ones, but hers was easy to find and projected somewhat 
from the top of her slit. (This may have been the 
reason for her easily achieved orgasms, but I don't 
know for sure). I didn't know how sensitive she was, so 
I licked around it, then gently on it. Then a little 
harder, waiting to feel a reaction from her. When she 
pressed forward, not pulled away, I knew I was at the 
right spot with approximately the right pressure.

I didn't stay there, preferring to leave and lick 
elsewhere, then return. The same teasing that Jerry was 
doing to me, varying the pressure and style of his 
sucking and licking.

The tent once again was filled with the gentle sounds 
of sex in progress, this time the wet sucking sounds of 
three people giving head to one another. The taste, the 
feel, the sounds, the smells -- all wonderful, all 
delightful, all -- beautiful. Three soul mates lost in 
a world of the other's bodies.

We sucked, licked, tongued, kissed. Over and over. I 
began to insert my finger into her vagina, to increase 
the pleasure for her. I put it as deep as possible, and 
begin finger-fucking as I licked. She moaned around 
Jerry's cock. Everyone knew that by concentrating on 
one spot, he or she could bring on an orgasm, but we 
all wanted to prolong the pleasure and not end it, 
until the urge because unbearable.

One time as I flicked her clit, she stopped sucking and 
said "Right there! Don't stop!"

I licked it again and again, this time knowing she was 
close. Soon her sucking of Jerry stopped, and she 
moaned a little high-pitched moan that signified her 
cumming was soon to be. Her body seemed to stiffen, and 
her hips thrust forward. I could feel the tiniest 
little flutter deep inside her on my fingertip. She 
stayed stiff for what seemed forever, maybe fifteen 
seconds.

Then she exhaled and relaxed suddenly. I removed my 
finger and inserted my tongue into her hole to see if 
she tasted different. Not really, but very very strong 
and delicious.

As I lay there, Jerry resumed sucking. I don't think 
she was doing him at the time, as she was still 
recovering. I let him, but simply lay there myself 
looking at her enchanting pussy in the dim light, the 
wetness shining on her thighs and the curly wet matted 
hair mixing with the still dry upper parts of her pubic 
patch. The lewdness and delightful nastiness of the 
situation filled my mind, and I revelled in it. 

Suddenly, I was hit by something that has rarely 
happened to me, before or since. Unexpectedly, a wave 
of pleasure shot up my spine and my hips seemed to push 
forward on their own. My body was like on remote 
control; it stiffened and I began to cum in Jerry's 
mouth. I hadn't felt it coming, yet it was powerful and 
joyous. I had no choice but to give in and feel jet 
after jet of cum pulse out of my cock.

I relaxed after a few seconds (it only *feels* like 
minutes!). He had taken it all in his mouth. I'd have 
warned him if I'd known, but I didn't hear any 
complaints. Instead we all lay in our little heap 
without speaking for a few minutes. 

We untangled shortly, and Laura asked me if I had cum. 
I said yes of course, for it was true. But I knew Jerry 
hadn't, so once again I figured he would have her to 
himself for a bit. Why was I always cumming first? I 
thought I was pretty good at holding it, but it wasn't 
turning out to be all that true.

"I'll gladly take care of you sweetie," was what I 
heard her say, as she shifted position on the mattress. 
"Come fuck me."

He got up, and I could see she had aligned herself 
straight on the mattress and on her back. Again, I was 
to be a spectator, so I got out of the way over to the 
side of the tent they weren't on, and just lay there on 
my side.

For some reason, I guess my intense state of horniness 
all throughout the day, I wasn't as drained as usual, 
even though the orgasm had been pretty intense (which 
ones aren't?). I again felt a pang as he got down on 
his knees between her spread legs, his hard red cock 
jutting out proudly, well sucked and covered still with 
a sheen of spit. I suppressed the pang of jealousy, 
though, by determining to just watch and enjoy it as 
best I could, hoping again for sloppy seconds if such 
were available.

He moved his cock down to her in a smooth sensual 
motion, bending his whole body down. He then took the 
hard tool and starting rubbing it up and down her wet 
slit.

"Fuck," he simply said, looking into her eyes.

"Fuck me," she replied, looking back.

At that word, he shoved his hips forward, sheathing 
himself in one smooth stroke. His cock vanished inside 
her, and his pubic hair pressed forward till it mingled 
with hers. He held his upper body up with his arms, and 
looked down at her from directly above. She moaned as 
he slid in as far as he would go. Her moan made my soft 
cock jump.

They held still for a few moments, looking into each 
other's eyes. Another pang as I saw this, but still my 
cock was starting to rise again, so soon after it's 
late emission. I touched it and encouraged it: if I was 
going to have to watch them make it, I wanted to be 
aroused enough to enjoy it as a voyeur.


Soon he began moving, pulling his cock out very far, 
until only the tip was lodged in her, then smoothly 
sliding it all the way back again. Holding it in her, 
then repeating the delicious process. I could see the 
pleasure light in both their eyes as the rubbing sent 
sparks through their aroused bodies.

She soon began a gentle heaving back at him, matching 
her pelvic thrusts to his. As she did this, he dropped 
down off his arms so that their chests flattened 
against one another, and her pointed nipples pressed 
against his. She moaned and her arms went around him, 
then her legs shifted up and locked around behind his 
hips.

She held him tight, and this brought a short pause in 
the action. He stopped thrusting and they both lay 
still. Her hips were curved upwards in a way that 
looked incredibly sexy to me. I could look underneath 
them and see his loins locked with hers so very 
tightly. He had to be deep inside her and feeling 
magnificent.

Soon he couldn't help but begin moving again. This 
time, only his ass moved. Every other part of him and 
her held perfectly still, her arms and legs still 
wrapped around him, his face buried in her loose tangle 
of hair. But his ass kept pushing in and out. It was 
very sexy...and I felt my cock rise to it's full 
extent, although it was rather desensitized compared to 
normal. But I was glad to have it, and I played with 
myself, in order to maximize my pleasure in watching. 
It was OK, after all; she had played with herself twice 
now as Jerry and I did sex acts in front of her. Now 
they in a sense were doing it for me, or at least I 
liked to think of it that way.

I enjoyed seeing his ass move. It actually looked both 
cute and sexy. I even liked the look of his ass cheeks 
and crack as he fucked her. But I wanted to see more, 
so I turned around to get a better view of their point 
of coupling. They ignored my motions and continued to 
hump, as I crawled down to see underneath their rear 
ends. Ah! I could see his shaft pulling out, all 
covered with shiny juice, and then push back in, then 
pull back out again. Her vaginal walls seems to puff 
out, and pull in with him, as if they wanted to 
maintain the maximum contact no matter what he did. I 
had seen this in several porno movies, but never were 
those nearly as -- I searched for the word -- as 
exciting as this.

As their breathing became heavier, and his motions 
became a little more insistent, I realized that was the 
wrong word. Yes, it was exciting, but the word I really 
wanted was...beautiful.

It *was* beautiful. It was an act of love. Two people 
sharing the most intimate parts of their bodies, 
willingly, with others whom they choose. Rubbing areas 
of incredible sensitivity together until the pleasure 
of it becomes unbearable and peaks in a wave of 
fantastic ecstasy. Pressed together as tightly as 
possible. What could be more lovely, more beautiful? 
Why was this considered so dirty, so wrong?

I had had these kinds of thoughts many times before, 
but only in theory. But now, in the most intense test 
possible, I really felt it deep within my soul. I felt 
the jealousy wash away, and I feeling of tenderness 
replace it. Was this how Laura had felt as she caressed 
us earlier, thanking us profoundly for providing such a 
"beautiful" sight for her?

I don't know, but I felt a change take place within me. 
I crawled back up to have my face near theirs, perhaps 
to caress and encourage them.

As I reached there, I looked at both him and her. Both 
faces were those of people in extreme pleasure. I know 
I looked that way when I was doing it too. Forget the 
faked moaning and expressions of the porno magazines 
and movies. Real people are often quiet, and often 
their faces are fairly neutral as they absorb the gut-
wrenching joys of sex. But the very blankness of the 
stares, or the tightly shut eyes and opened mouths, 
indicate that in their minds the world has shrunk down 
to the meeting of two pairs of genitals -- nothing else 
matters or even exists. In that little world is the 
most we will ever know of ecstasy in this life.

I thought these thoughts, until suddenly I saw his face 
rise up, and I could hear him groan. Held tightly still 
by her, his hips made one final inward thrust, looking 
almost like he wanted his whole lower body to go inside 
her. Then he simply held still and stopped breathing. 
At that moment, his cock was spurting out the cum his 
body had made for him today deep into Laura.

"Yes give it to me," I heard her whisper.

At last he exhaled violently, and gently dropped his 
head back beside hers, into her hair.

In the silence that followed, there was no motion. Only 
the sound of crickets outside the tent, and the muffled 
sounds of other people in other tents carrying on their 
lives. I thought I should do something, so after a few 
minutes I reached over and caressed his back as he lay 
over her, and her hair as it flowed all around her 
face, and told them both how beautiful their act of 
love had been.

She smiled at me, and he rolled off her onto the 
opposite side from the one I was on.

Gradually, of course, they revived. I don't know if she 
came in that last sequence, but I didn't see any 
evidence of it. So if not then that for the first time 
would leave her and I the ones with the most elapsed 
time between our last orgasms. I can't imagine why my 
mind was doing that kind of calculation as if it 
mattered, but I remember thinking those thoughts.

Eventually, we all sat up (it was impossible to stand 
in the tent), and started talking in dribs and drabs. 
Not really about sex, but first about trivial things, 
like the sea life and weather. I fished out the stash 
of pot, and the pipe was produced and lit and slowly 
and casually it made the rounds between us. As the drug 
took effect, conversation turned deeper (or, at least, 
it seemed to), and we discussed one another's lives. I 
can't really remember the details of our talk, I just 
remember feeling so bonded with these two, so 
comfortable.

There we were, two friends who had just become, shall 
we say, incredibly intimate; and a stranger who was now 
a friend to us both. All smoking a controlled substance 
while seated in a tiny circle knee-to-knee, buck naked 
in every detail. Does it get any better than this?

We talked and talked. As we did, the pot wore off 
gradually and time passed. But it became evident that 
we were not done with our exercises for the night, 
because talk turned inevitably to sex. It was sort of 
like a game of "twenty questions" except far more 
disorganized. But details of our experiences, likes, 
and dislikes were shared by all.

As we learned more about each other, the conversation 
was explicit. My reaction was to feel my cock becoming 
erect again. I didn't really care, so what? Laura and 
Jerry noticed, but didn't really do anything, and 
before long Jerry was in a like condition. We were 
swollen, but not really rock hard, having both already 
experienced two orgasms this day plus two last night.

Laura had an idea. (Didn't she always?) Digging in her 
large bag of necessities put together by her and Molly 
earlier in the day, she retrieved a deck of playing 
cards. She explained she'd once played a game with a 
guy where both would draw a card, and the low card had 
to do whatever the high card wanted. As a sexual warm-
up, it was a real ice-breaker. Here we didn't need to 
break ice but the game might be fun anyway.

I'm good at making up games, so I on the spot made up a 
three-way version of the rules. All three would draw 
cards, and the high card would give an order to the low 
card to do to the middle card. In case of a tie, the 
two that tied would draw again. The game was over when 
we wanted it to be. Everyone was a winner.

Before we started we finished another pipe. Probably 
because of that, the details of the card "game" are a 
bit, ah, confused in my mind, so I'm more or less 
guessing as to the actual sequence of events here, but 
I assure you the general gist is right.

During the first few draws, we took it slowly. The 
"orders" were pretty mild, kisses, ear licks, and toe 
sucks were among them. I remember being told to suck 
Laura's big toe, then later when I won over Jerry I 
made him to the same to her. Giggles followed both 
performances. Later she lost and had to suck our toes. 
She was a good sport and dove right to it.

But of course, as the game went on things got more 
serious, as first Jerry, then I licked and sucked 
Laura's nipples on orders from the other. This was 
followed by a round of nipple-sucking by myself to both 
partners, and Jerry to me. Having my nipples sucked and 
licked was a strange and unique sensation, sort of 
sharp but not overly exciting.

The first serious sexual order was by Jerry to Laura 
for her to suck my cock for thirty seconds. She bent 
over and did it without any hesitation, and this really 
got me very hard. I won and Jerry lost the next draw, 
and I ordered him to lick her pussy. As she leaned back 
and he leaned in, the level of arousal increased 
another notch. I lost the next (I think) and Laura had 
me suck Jerry. I already had earlier, so it was no 
problem now. His cock stiffened in my mouth in the half 
minute or so that I licked him.

I wanted to lose and be ordered to lick her, but the 
next time I lost and Jerry won, I was ordered to insert 
my finger in her pussy instead. I did, and felt how wet 
she was. She looked into my eyes as I fingered her, and 
this thrilled me more that all the sex play that had 
preceded it. 

This order started a round of fingering. I ordered 
Laura to finger Jerry's cock then jack him. She 
protested that was two orders so I just told her to 
finger him, which she did. Then, when she won and I 
lost, she asked us if we had any lubricant. I didn't, 
but Jerry had brought along a tube of KY, so he said 
yes. She ordered me to get the lube and use it on my 
finger, then put it up Jerry's ass. I looked at him, 
and he just crawled over to his bag in the corner and 
fished out the tube and handed it to me. That was 
enough answer to my unspoken question, as was his 
assuming a position on his knees with his ass to me. I 
thought all this looked more than just willing on his 
part, so I spurted some in his crack and some on my 
finger, and probed for the opening.

It wasn't hard to find, and as I was probing Laura put 
her face up close so she could see the penetration. I 
had never put my finger in anyone's rear, but I had had 
a few rectal exams so I knew it was possible and didn't 
really hurt. It turned me on to see how eager she was 
to see it, so I pressed inward with my index finger, 
and although his ass resisted a little I slid it on 
inside. The inside of his rectum felt warm and smooth, 
and I could feel the muscles trying to expel me. But I 
worked the finger in and out a bit, causing what 
sounded like a little growl to come not from his throat 
but hers.

After a while, no longer than we had spent on any other 
order, I pulled out the finger. We went back to the 
game, but some kind of barrier was broken. Next, by 
luck or what, I was ordered to do Laura. She didn't 
protest, but just bent over like Jerry had. I lubed up 
my finger again and put lots of KY on her asshole -- I 
feared hurting her. I was glad my fingernails were cut 
short. Funny I didn't really worry about Jerry as much 
when I did him. But indeed after very slowly pressing 
inward I found my fingertip inside her ass too. I 
pushed it in so slowly, ready to quit if she made a 
single cross sound, but instead she murmured approval. 
So I ended up moving the finger around and up inside 
her too. Her rectum felt exactly like Jerry's, except a 
bit tighter.

Sure enough, you guessed it, after another round or two 
it was my turn. I had no fear, but bent over and 
offered them my ass willingly. It felt kind of 
thrilling to be a little submissive and do it. I 
waited, then felt the cold KY on my ass, followed by 
Laura's fingertip pressing at my entrance. I willed my 
ass to relax, and it did enough to let her in. She 
pressed in so far I could feel her knuckle pop past my 
ass ring before an involuntary contracting of my rectal 
muscles tried to force the invader out. She didn't get 
forced out but pushed in deeper. The feeling to me was 
surprisingly intense, as my muscles pushed as if taking 
a shit, but the result was a high ringing kind of 
pleasure radiating out all over my loins. I wondered if 
the others had felt this way too. It was very sensual -
- I hadn't known so many sex nerves were located in my 
ass.

She withdrew and we tried to play a few more hands but 
we ended the game by mutual consent with me on my back 
and Laura under orders from Jerry licking my cock while 
on her knees. Without orders, she bent my legs up, 
squirted some more KY on my ass, and inserted a finger 
again. Then she went back to sucking me. This time the 
feeling was incredible, and I remember begging her not 
to stop.

Jerry moved behind her, and inserted his hard cock in 
her pussy. She stopped sucking just long enough to tell 
him to fuck her, then returned her attention to me.

We were now linked in another combination. I had my 
eyes closed to concentrate on the pleasure, but I could 
feel in her motion a gentle rocking that was the effect 
of Jerry's thrusts behind her. This went on for a bit, 
then she stopped sucking and asked him to put his 
finger up in her ass. Silence for a few seconds, 
followed by a moan from Laura. 

"I never knew it could feel so gooood," she whispered. 

The motion resumed. I knew he had a finger in her ass. 
She had her index finger in mine. I had nothing to do 
but lay back and enjoy it, so that's what I did.

The feeling grew and grew, but as I neared the point 
where I felt like I could cum, her attention to me 
began to get erratic. Her finger stayed in my rear but 
stopped moving, and her oral work slowed and then 
stopped. Even as far gone as I was I thought that this 
might be a good thing, because it's never entirely safe 
to have a sensitive and important body part inside the 
mouth of anyone who's having an orgasm.

And orgasm she did, very strongly it seemed. She moaned 
and gasped, and rocked her body. Jerry must have 
noticed her cumming but kept on thrusting (unlike me 
who likes to stop as my partner cums). I opened my eyes 
and watched. The look on her face was intense -- it 
reminded me of the look of the girl on the magazine who 
had both holes stuffed.

I had been pretty near, and my cock longed for 
attention so it could resume it's climb to orgasm. She 
held still for a half a minute or so, and while Jerry 
had slowed his motion he still was putting it to her.

Gamely, she recovered a bit and again took my cock in 
her mouth. Her finger was pulled from my ass, but the 
sucking was harder now, and I could feel her tongue 
swirling around my cockhead. She also began to move her 
hand up and down my cock as if she was masturbating me 
as she sucked.

That did it. The feelings of pleasure peaked, and I 
rolled over the top of the joy curve. I did manage to 
warn her by saying "here it comes", but she didn't do 
anything except keep on sucking. As the first spurt 
came from my cock, she stopped and just held it there, 
in her mouth. I spurted a few more times, and then 
quit. The truth was, I just didn't have much cum left 
to give her.

The orgasm was nice, but it was the kind of one you 
have when you're pretty drained. As good as it feels, 
there's a kind of warning in it that tells you that 
after this, it's quitting time.

And indeed my cock shrank pretty rapidly as I came 
down. She kissed it once and let it go. Jerry was still 
fucking, but I was too exhausted to even really care. I 
lay passively there as he pulled out, put her down on 
her back. and then mounted her from the side. I believe 
that in that position she reached down and began to 
work her clit as he continued to move in and out.

Several minutes later, both began to buck and thrash, 
and mutual moans and groans indicated they got their 
final cums too, seemingly at about the same time.

Surely it was long after midnight as we all fell asleep 
in a heap of tangled sweaty flesh.


Part III

"Do men or women have the stronger sex drive?" I once 
asked a girlfriend of mine.
"Women." she replied, "But they hide it more."
"Why do they hide it?" I asked.
"Because if you knew how strong it really was, you'd be 
scared."
-- The Author


I slept more fitfully than you'd think, given the 
exhaustion that our midnight excesses had induced in 
me. As a result, I was the last to awaken to another 
bright semi-tropical morning.

The birds sang again outside our thin little blue-and-
white shelter. Inside, I was aware of motion, but 
instead of sex it was just Laura balancing on her butt, 
pulling on some pants. Jerry was nowhere to be seen. I 
just lay there, torn between a slight disappointment 
and an equal measure of relief that no sexual activity 
seemed to be on the agenda for the second morning of 
our togetherness. In truth, physically I was feeling a 
bit burned out.

Laura, dressed in shorts and t-shirt, looked down at me 
and noticed my eyes open. She offered me a quick kiss 
on the lips, and said she needed to get cleaned up. It 
was a need I felt also, and asked her to wait. She 
replied in the affirmative and, unzipping the door, 
crawled out to where Jerry was apparently working 
towards fixing breakfast.

I moved quickly, and soon we were all together for 
eggs, sausage, bacon, and cheese grits. Everyone had a 
hearty appetite.

Following breakfast, we all grabbed towels and a change 
of clothes, and trooped as a threesome to the 
bathhouse. It was an interesting journey, because our 
neighbors were all home at their campsites. I suspected 
the closest ones to our tent, one a couple and another 
consisting of three guys, had heard our nocturnal 
noises and knew what was going on.

And indeed we got some looks. The men especially 
looking Laura over, as I noticed out of the corner of 
my eyes. I didn't feel the slightest bit ashamed, in 
fact, I was proud to be known as the lover of my two 
companions. My soul felt very alive as we walked down 
the pathway, and even more so as I moved my bowels, and 
then took a long lazy shower. I hadn't known before 
just how much joy a human can receive from his or her 
body, but now every physical act seemed a connection to 
an animal nature I had been too busy, or too inhibited, 
to notice.

Feeling clean and happy, we again all piled into my car 
to venture forth into another day.

A day which passed much as the last had, with the three 
of us along with Molly and Pedro playing tourist. I 
don't remember the details, I think we toured a 
lighthouse, spent a great deal of time at the beach, 
and later ate a fine meal at a restaurant whose name I 
now can't remember.

The amazing thing, which I didn't think about at the 
time, was the easy camaraderie between the three of us 
(Molly and Pedro apart). The fact that we were still 
almost strangers, and had engaged in very intimate acts 
that might make some people uncomfortable the day 
after, never seemingly entered our minds. 

As the night came on, we found ourselves (all five of 
us) riding around in Molly's car. As we passed one of 
the many strip clubs, Molly wanted to go in and satisfy 
her curiosity, having never been in one before. We all 
agreed, and so found ourselves seated at a table in a 
fairly small and fairly empty room, watching a girl 
about our age perform topless on a small stage in front 
of about six admiring men. They were all down close to 
the stage, and a band of empty tables separated them 
from us, seated as we were rather further back.

The girl was attractive, but no more than average in 
the breast area. She gyrated to the music, but the look 
on her face said clearly she'd rather be somewhere 
else. Her admirers apparently were too dense to notice 
this, or just didn't care, as they encouraged her and 
one or two even reached up to push folded money into 
her g-string.

We munched on nachos and sipped beer, and I reflected 
that while this appeared to be sexual, in fact it was a 
financial transaction. The men simply paid for the 
show, and she was interested only in the money, and 
just did whatever it took to keep it coming her way. I 
didn't then and don't now see what the attraction is to 
either party in this, but of the two the female side 
seems slightly more sensible.

It would be different if the girl truly enjoyed 
exhibiting herself and found that a turn-on, and I 
suppose a few indeed do. But I suspect the general run 
of strippers are just actresses, some better and some 
worse.

Following the dance, there was a pause and she walked 
down off the stage and proceeded to tour the tables 
that had occupants, obviously soliciting contributions. 
When she came to us I handed her a few dollars, rather 
foolishly I suppose, but I felt some sympathy for her 
plight. I don't think either of our two female 
companions approved of my donation.

The next girl was much sexier. She was both pretty and 
well-endowed, enough so that Laura asked aloud if we 
thought they were all natural. No one did. Still, her 
act had more verve and vigor, and she seemed to be more 
into it. The men whooped and stuffed more dollars. 
Gradually, too, more tables began to be filled as more 
patrons came in. Most were men, but there were some 
couples also. What could other women find appealing 
here, unless they were bi or lesbian? I guessed they 
were just with their boyfriends.

As the act went on, Laura whispered in my ear the 
question of whether this made me hot. I whispered back 
the truth, which was not much. She also asked Jerry and 
I didn't hear what he replied but I think it was along 
the same lines as my answer.

Pedro, on the other hand, seemed transfixed. This was 
impossible not to notice, and it seemed to make Molly 
uncomfortable. So she soon suggested we leave, which we 
did. But once back in the car, the two of them sat 
closer together and from the back seat we observed arms 
crossing the median between the two front seats, aiming 
rather lower than higher. When we got back to where my 
car had been left, we excused ourselves and let the two 
now hot lovers ride off to their urgently desired fate.

For ourselves, Laura said she wanted to dance. So we 
set off in search of a dance club, which was not hard 
to find down on Duvall street.

Before leaving the car for the short walk, we fortified 
ourselves with another pipe of pot. Jerry also rolled a 
joint and put it in his shirt pocket, in case of need 
later. I should remind the reader that such drug use 
was common at that time in that place. Police were 
seldom seen and the attitude seemed to be "no harm, no 
foul." We never felt in danger of arrest, nor did we 
feel we were even getting away with anything. People of 
all sexes and many ages could be seen openly smoking 
any hour of the night.

We squeezed our way in through a narrow oak door into a 
smallish smoky room absolutely crammed with a wide 
variety of strange and interesting looking people. 
There was a tiny dance floor, and intensely loud music, 
but Laura wasted no time inviting us to dance in any 
space we could jam ourselves into.

Now is the time to confess: I don't dance. I just 
don't. I think it has to do with a lack of confidence 
due to being ridiculed the first few times I tried when 
very young. At any rate, I just don't get the rhythm 
right, am embarrassed, and won't do it. So, Jerry and 
Laura (both excellent dancers) took to the floor while 
I sat (or stood, until I could miraculously grab a tiny 
table) and watched.

This was one of those times when I wished I could 
dance. They seemed to be having a great time, and I 
couldn't clear my head once again of the silly jealous 
thoughts that Jerry was making points while I looked 
geeky. Those damned insecurities again!

They did take breaks, and together we drank some, 
talked (rather, yelled into each other's ears), and 
Jerry even pulled out the joint and we passed it around 
betwixt the three of us. We weren't the only ones -- 
most of the smoke in the room wasn't tobacco smoke.

Laura and Jerry also danced with others, of both sexes, 
and with some whose gender was hard to determine. 
Everyone was packed closely, and in the corners one 
could make out various interesting public displays of 
affection. All-in-all it was a sensual atmosphere.

While I enjoyed the exotic people-watching, I was ready 
to leave any time. But my companions danced and danced 
a good chunk of the night away.

We eventually left, I have no idea what time. I was of 
course beginning to feel the tendrils of horniness 
creep through my loins, anticipating what delights 
might lay before us. I was hoping both were in my mood 
also.

Laura was positively bouncy, a state I had not seen her 
in. As I drove us homeward bound (a 10 minute ride at 
worst), she proceeded to prove she was more ready for 
adventure that we had yet seen. Sitting in the back, 
but in fact leaning forward so her head was almost 
between ours (have I mentioned how small my car was?), 
she began licking Jerry's ear. She didn't do it 
demurely -- she did it lewdly, with broad strokes of 
her tongue. This caused Jerry to turn his head, 
whereupon she glued her mouth to his in a hot tongue-
duelling kiss.

Damn, once again I was the driver. But she didn't let 
that stop her.

Turning to watch the road (difficult, as what I wanted 
to do was watch them) I felt a warm tongue on my ear. 
Yes, it was dear sweet Laura sharing her attentions, 
and the thrill of it was electrifying. If you want to 
get me going, my ears are a very good place to start.

At the first red light, she took advantage to kiss me, 
and I returned it fully. My cock now hardened 
completely, and I had to move it in my pants to make it 
comfortable. As the drive went on, she went from me to 
Jerry and back to me, kissing, licking, and feeling our 
ears, mouths, necks -- anything she could reach. I'd 
never seen a woman more obviously hot to trot. If 
dancing could do that, well, I vowed to take lessons as 
soon as possible!

We passed a little shopping center, and she broke her 
seductive activates to ask that I stop. I did, and she 
left the car to enter a small drugstore that was still 
open. She returned having bought a bottle of clear 
liquid. At the car, she stopped while climbing in to 
kiss Jerry fairly wildly. The clerk inside watched us 
wonderingly, perhaps enviously. 

"What did you get?" asked Jerry.

"Baby oil," she replied.

"What for?" he asked with a smile.

"You'll see," was all she said.

I drove a bit faster.

In a repeat of last night's arrival, we wasted little 
time getting from the car to the tent, Laura swinging 
her white plastic bag with the baby oil in it. I had no 
idea what I was in for. But I was excited nonetheless. 
By the standards of erotic stories, what we were going 
to do this night is fairly average, but by the 
standards of real life (at least, my life) it was and 
is pretty extraordinary.

We slowed down once inside, and followed our ritual. A 
candle and pipe were lit and shared, and clothes began 
to be unceremoniously removed. Few words were spoken, 
but kisses and caresses did the talking for us. Two 
hard, red, horny cocks stood at attention, and two 
pointy-nippled tits and a wet pussy signalled their 
owner was of the same mood as the owners of the cocks.

"I'm going to try something." Laura said to us both, 
between kisses. "I've never done it but I've always 
wanted to. Tonight is the night, I'm determined to 
try."

She caressed our cocks lovingly, one in each hand.

"I want you both inside me, at the same time," she 
said.

Jerry smiled, and I replied "Just tell us how you want 
us."

"Both of you just lay down together beside each other 
right now."

We both did as she asked, laying ourselves down 
laterally in the center of the small tent, heads to the 
top where the candle sat on it's tiny table, and feet 
to the door. Laura arranged us so that our bodies 
touched together at our sides, and our cocks were at 
the same general level. She then straddled our legs, 
and bent her face to our erect members.

There were no more words, just a gentle licking and 
sucking as she alternated between Jerry and I. She 
seemed in no rush, and would hold each cock up high and 
inspect it, then lick it, then turn to the other. We 
both put our hands under our heads and watched her play 
with us. Gradually, the licks turned to sucks as she 
took us inside her mouth one at a time. She seemed in 
some way to be comparing us to make a decision, but in 
fact we were (are) remarkably similar in that area of 
anatomy. Jerry was maybe a little longer, I a little 
thicker, both circumcised.

"Dan, baby, I want you inside my pussy," she said to 
me.

"Move please." And she moved Jerry over and placed me 
more in the center of the tent space. She then knee-
walked up my body until her loins straddled mine. 
Taking my hard, longing cock in her hand, wet with her 
saliva, she pressed it up to her labia and gently 
lowered herself onto me.

I felt the warm smooth velvet folds wash over my 
cockhead, and even though the view was so great I 
closed my eyes briefly as a wave of exquisite sexual 
pleasure rolled through my body. The warm wet mouth 
between her legs moved downward, increasing my pleasure 
and hers, until I was fairly sheathed all the way 
inwards, and our pubic hairs met and intertwined 
together.

Stop, now, reader, and remember the pleasure that comes 
from the initial coupling of two bodies. Are you 
touching your cock, or your clit now as you remember? 
Feels good doesn't it? But the pleasure you feel 
touching yourself isn't as sweet, as sharp, as lovely 
and honeyed as the feel of a hard horny cock sliding 
into a warm clinging wet pussy. It's so good it's 
really impossible to fully remember or even describe.

We held still, both savoring the feel of it. She leaned 
downward, and pressed her chest to mine, her nipples 
boring pleasingly into me. She kissed me briefly, and 
then rose up to give instructions to Jerry (whom I had 
all but forgotten was there):

"Jerry, hon, get out the baby oil and massage us both 
please."

He did as she wanted, pouring the cool oil on her back 
and legs and running his hands all over her, kneading 
and caressing, making her and me too shine obscenely in 
the candlelight. She lay still, and so did I, with my 
cock buried deep within her. It took some effort not to 
move, but I didn't.

"Now, Jerry. I want you to put your cock in my ass. 
Please go slow, I'm a virgin. But I want you in there 
more than anything."

What could I do but lay there and wait, as she did? She 
lay over me, our chests glued together, her face to the 
left side of my head. I could smell her hair and skin, 
the lovely scent of a woman. I moved my hands up to her 
sides and caressed her gently there.

Jerry spent some time moving down below us, and I 
really couldn't see much of what he was doing. I did 
feel the cool wash of baby oil flow down over my hot 
cock and balls, and between my legs, as he liberally 
applied it to her ass crack. I could feel her move 
slightly as he kneaded something back there. Then he 
appeared above us as he got into position, his legs and 
feet to the outside of ours, in sort of a squat. It was 
about to happen. I felt her body tense, then relax as 
if by her willpower.

I looked up at him, but his eyes were down, looking at 
the task at hand. I wondered if he was experienced at 
anal sex -- I wasn't. His face had an expression of 
intense concentration, as I felt her pussy muscles move 
and her body tense again.

"Ok?" he asked.

"Ok, don't stop," she replied, next to my ear.

A moment later, she let out a low moaning sound, and I 
felt the presence of his cock where we were joined, as 
a sort of subtle pressure. I guessed he was pushing his 
cock in slowly. The movement paused, then started 
again. More pressure, and she groaned louder this time.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Yes, go slow." she breathed next to me.

He pressed in again, and this time I felt the tip of 
his cock press against mine fully at the base. She 
groaned again, loudly this time.

"Oh, god, YES!" she said. "Yes, yes, yes."

I was sure the neighbors could hear her now, but we did 
not care.

Her muscles began a rippling motion that I could feel 
distinctly. I didn't move my cock, but I could feel the 
turmoil she was in. I thought back to the finger in my 
ass, and could only imagine the unbelievable intensity 
of a cock going in there.

"Oh, GOD, further in. Yes, fuck it slow."

She was really moaning quite a bit. I was beginning to 
feel wild with the need to move, but I held it. I could 
now distinctly feel Jerry's cock sliding ever so slowly 
into her, rubbing it's base along my base through the 
very thin skin between.

"Wait! Wait, wait," she suddenly gasped, and he 
stopped. We all lay there not moving. Her breathing was 
hard. Ours probably was too.

"Go ahead." she finally said. It felt like she was 
tensing up when she told him to stop, and she had lain 
there in an effort to get her ass muscles to relax 
again. I could feel every motion of her body as it was 
pressed tightly to mine.

He pushed in further, and I could feel her pussy tense, 
relax, tense again, and relax again. She both moaned 
and made some little high-pitched keening sound I can't 
describe. He pushed on in relentlessly now, nearing his 
goal. My own cock felt so good I was concerned I would 
cum before he could even get his all the way into her.

Eventually, he was in her up to the balls. In fact, his 
balls rested very near mine as we were both in as deep 
as possible. We didn't move, letting her get accustomed 
to it, both afraid we might hurt her. She was silent 
for a little bit, then:

"God, jesus, mother, fuck, oh god yes, yes, yes, fuck 
it. It feels like I'm shitting. Oh god. Fuck it. Fuck 
my ass!"

She seemed outside herself on some wild sexual ride. 
I'm sure she was. 

We were too. But I had my feeling a little under 
control, and felt I could in fact move my cock without 
instantly cumming.

"Go ahead, fuck me Jerry, fuck my ass, fuck it slow."

He did, moving back so slowly and smoothly, then 
pushing forwards. On his first back stroke, he stopped, 
and moved around, and I felt another cascade of baby 
oil. He was lubing up his cock with it again, before 
pressing it back in. The in stroke was easier due to 
the oil, and I felt him rub deliciously against me.

I had to move too. I started to hump slowly against 
her, but my movement was very limited as their weight 
was on me. I could hear myself groan at the pleasure. 
My groan mingled with the sounds coming from Laura, 
seemingly from deep inside her as she moaned.

"Yes, yes both of you fuck me. Fuck me," she implored 
in a strained voice. I moved in a limited way, but 
Jerry made long strokes in and out as he had freedom of 
movement. We all panted like tired dogs as our legs 
tangled together and our loins began to move in 
disorganized lust.

"It's so good, so good," she whispered.

"Oh fuck yes!" I heard him say. She echoed these words. 
I groaned and muttered obscenities too.

I moved by instinct, unable to stop. The feel of his 
cock rubbing on mine, while I was in the hot tight 
confines of her pussy, was just beyond the power of 
words to tell it. We all ground and humped together, 
all making quite a lot of noise. It was a wonder the 
police weren't called on us.

Suddenly, she tensed up powerfully, and just outright 
screamed. I know it could have been heard all over the 
campground. Her hips moved spasmodically, and I knew 
she was coming. Jerry just kept on pumping, his face a 
sweaty mask of pleasure. He really could hardly have 
stopped if he'd wanted to. In only a couple more stokes 
into her now still and supine body, he stiffened and 
gritted his teeth, and thrust his loins powerfully 
forwards. I could actually feel his cock swell and 
throb as he obviously poured out his cum into her 
bowels.

I should have cum then, but I didn't. I was still hard 
as Jerry slumped down over her, his cock still inside 
her. Neither moved. I wanted to but again held still. 
My throbbing cock wanted but little to cause it to 
spurt, but it just lay there and soaked in her juices.

Gradually, the pressure against me lessened, and I knew 
this was because he was shrinking. Shortly, he rose up, 
and deliberately and slowly pulled his cock from her. 
It made a popping sound as it left her ass, followed 
somewhat disconcertingly by a series of gaseous farts. 

He sat back on the mattress at our feet, but I was in 
need of an orgasm, and beyond being shy about it. I 
starting moving again, under her. She didn't respond 
much, just laying there.

After a bit, she moved, and turned her head and 
languidly asked me to keep on fucking her and never, 
never to stop. She also helped by pulling her knees up 
to present a better target for me. I heard Jerry say he 
needed to clean up, and I could smell the faint but 
distinct odor of feces among the sex scents in the 
confined tent air. He moved about slowly, obviously 
pulling on some garment, and unzipped the tent flap and 
walked out. Laura and I didn't even slow down.

I needed to cum in the worst way, and if you don't 
know, having a woman on top of me is my favorite 
position. I accordingly wrapped my arms around her 
back, held her tight, and did most of the work even 
though usually it's the other way around in that 
position. Soon I felt the change in pleasure level that 
signals orgasm is soon to follow. In short order, I 
could hold it no longer and didn't try: I felt my hips 
thrust instinctively, and I groaned into her ear as my 
cock squirted it's load deep into her. She just 
murmured in acceptance of my liquid gift, and licked my 
ear as the spurts began to subside.

"Oh, you stopped," she whispered in mock 
disappointment.

We just lay glued together, exchanging a kiss or two 
but otherwise not moving. Soon my shrinking cock 
slipped out from her very sloppy crotch.

Jerry returned, and she sat up and said, "Oh that was 
just fucking unbelievable. I can't believe I waited 
this long to try it. I want it again!"

Jerry and I looked at each other, and said, "Well, wait 
a little bit, Ok?"

She laughed and replied "Not long I hope. Here, let's 
get that pipe out again, or do you want me to roll a 
joint?"

She was fully revived.

"I want to get even kinkier," she said.

*

For the sequence of events that occurred next, I can 
only plead temporary insanity for all of us. This is 
the first time in this tale that I'm tempted to gloss 
over the details. But: in for a dime, in for a dollar;

I'm not going to gloss. We did it, so you are going to 
get the full treatment.

"We need a little pick-me-up," she said after Jerry and 
I failed to react with much enthusiasm to her vivacity. 
I don't know where she got it, the time had to be in 
the wee hours. I've noticed that in terms of endurance, 
many women put men to shame. Here was a clear case of 
it.

She fished in her purse, and found a little vial of 
white powder. Cocaine.

I had never done anything like coke, but I had already 
tried so many new things I didn't shrink from this one. 
She had a tiny little dipper that she could fit down 
into the vial, and she used it to fish up little bits 
of the stuff and inhale it up her nose.

"Want some?" she asked.

We answered by moving near her. Jerry dipped and 
sniffed. The thing was passed to me, and I just did it. 
It was simple to do. She took it from me, and did some 
more, then Jerry, then I again.

I expected some kind of feeling from it, but nothing 
happened right away. She put the vial away, and took to 
caressing us. Kisses were exchanged, and as she kissed 
me deeply, I began to feel a rush from the drug. 
Nothing overpowering, just a speed-up of energy. 

She turned to Jerry, bent over, and took his cock into 
her mouth. It was semi-hard as she did so, and as she 
sucked it visibly rose to a nice firm stiffness. I 
watched and felt myself stirring, but with little 
visible effect yet.

She took her mouth from him, and came to me.

"C'mon guys, I need some help here."

She sucked me, and it felt good, but I had just cum 
very powerfully less than thirty minutes ago, and over 
the last few days had been far more active than usual 
for me. My cock rose, but slowly, and not to its full 
pride. She asked Jerry for help, and he took me and 
licked and jacked me with his hand. This didn't really 
help the situation.

She watched and the sight added to her already raging 
hormones.

"I'll get him up" she said, and bid me to kneel on my 
hands and knees. 

I did, wondering what would happen.

I was shocked to find her face pressed to my ass crack, 
and her tongue licking up and down it. I thought that 
at least I had fantasized about every possible 
perversion, even if I hadn't seen it, but this was 
something entirely new to me at that time. I felt her 
small hand on my cock, as her tongue actually started 
to concentrate on my asshole.

The very thought sent a wicked thrill all through me. 
Combined with the effects of the cocaine, and the feel 
of her hand, my member quickly pumped blood to become 
fully erect. I felt the course of arousal pulse 
powerfully inside me. The very delay, and sudden onset 
of it, made it stronger than most anything I'd ever 
felt.

My body came fully back to life, every nerve aware, as 
she tried to, incredibly, force her tongue into my ass. 
This sent a tingle all over my loins, and reflexively 
without thinking I tried to relax my rectum to let her 
in. For the first time during sex, I wasn't thinking 
about anything at all except the feelings.

It's hard to really force a soft tongue into a virgin 
ass, and she didn't succeed. But the nastiness of the 
effort fired all three of us to a new level.

Not to be outdone, as she pulled back and I felt the 
cool air invade my saliva-filled ass crack, Jerry took 
her place and did the same thing to me.

"Tongue-fuck his ass" I heard her say, in anything but 
a normal tone of voice.

He tried, hard. His tongue was stronger, and I felt a 
wicked tingle as he wiggled it inward. I relaxed and he 
pushed, but only gained a minimal entry. Still I 
groaned with the feeling. Laura spat on her hand, and 
began again to masturbate me.

"That got him up!" she exclaimed.

This continued for a bit, then Laura asked, "Do me 
please, please?"

She turned and raised her ass, and Jerry left me. I 
looked up, and he positioned himself behind her and 
began to lick in her ass crack. As I got off my knees 
to get a closer look, he stopped moving up and down and 
concentrated on her anus. She reached back and spread 
her cheeks open for him, and I could see his face press 
closer in an effort to get his tongue in her. She 
moaned as he worked. I have no idea how much if any he 
succeeded.

By this time, we had dropped virtually all inhibitions. 
We were in a frenzy, to tell the truth, a controlled 
frenzy but one in which we wanted somehow to do the 
nasty, wicked things that had crept in the back of our 
minds but we hadn't dared to acknowledge. There are 
excuses: the drugs, the sex that had preceded this, our 
youth, and the general indulgence of the AIDS-less 
decade of the seventies. I only record what happened.

Jerry eventually pulled away, and I took his place. I 
didn't even think about it once, forget twice. I licked 
lasciviously up and down her crotch, gathering the 
copious juices down below on my tongue and beard. When 
my tongue passed her asshole I could sense the change 
of taste. It didn't seem revolting, so I too began to 
lick and probe there. Her moan encouraged me, and I 
wildly tried to push my tongue inside her. We were like 
animals. Jerry kissed and licked her back, sides, neck 
and arms as I did my thing.

I couldn't get my tongue in her ass -- I don't know how 
all these heroines in these porn stories I have read 
since manage to do it so easily. It was very tight back 
there, even after she had taken Jerry's cock earlier in 
the night. But I knew from my own experiences it felt 
good for her as I tried.

Not getting anywhere, I eventually stopped. When I did, 
she told Jerry, "Bend over."

He did, and she got up and just attacked his ass with 
her mouth. She kissed all over it, then started to work 
on his asshole. He had a lot of hair in his ass crack, 
but she didn't seem to care. Again she spat on her hand 
and reached under and started to jack his cock. I 
kissed and licked all over her ears, neck, and back as 
she concentrated on him.

She stopped after a fairly short time, then licked her 
finger and started to insert it into his ass. He wasn't 
the only one with an anal obsession. She finger-fucked 
him briefly, and then he turned his head to the side I 
was on and asked, "Will you fuck me?"

"Sure," I replied, all thoughts of the inhibitions of 
the last few nights long gone. Was there anything I 
wouldn't do?

"Oh yeah!" Laura exclaimed, her cherished voyeur 
fantasy about to come true. But she was too hot to just 
be a spectator.

"Fuck me in the pussy while he fucks you in the ass," 
she suggested to Jerry.

They said not another word as they arranged their 
bodies with him over her, and he bent his hard 
throbbing cock to her swollen labia. I watched as he 
pushed in and she moaned. They lay for only as second 
or two, then he put his hands under her thighs and bent 
her upwards. The purpose of this was so he could raise 
up on his own knees while keeping deep inside her. It 
looked to me to be so practiced a move that he had done 
it before, and for the same reason. Probably so.

I meanwhile knew what was required of me, and I crawled 
around searching for the lost bottle of baby oil, which 
had been discarded in the general mess. Our little 
candle had about guttered out, and it was getting dark 
in there, but I found it by feel under some clothes, 
just about the time I was contemplating looking for the 
KY instead.

I knew if I thought about anything I might hesitate, so 
I just crawled into position, and squatted behind them. 
Jerry had spread his legs, and the sight of their 
position was lewd and nasty in the extreme. I put the 
head of the baby oil bottle up to his ass and poured 
some on it, and then put some on my hand and worked it 
all over my cock. I then used my finger to probe for 
his asshole, which was not really visible in the 
gathering darkness. I found it and pressed it, 
surprised to feel it give easily and my finger pop 
right in. I took my cock with the other hand and guided 
it right to where my finger was, then withdrew the 
finger and put the cockhead right up where it left. I 
saw Laura twist her upper body around so she could try 
to see what I was doing, but I don't think she got a 
good view.

I pressed forward with my hips, and my cock met some 
resistance but it quickly gave way, and easier than I 
ever thought my cockhead slipped up into an asshole. I 
had dreamed many times about doing women this way, but 
it didn't matter to me then that it was a man, and even 
a friend of mine. It felt really good.

"Fuck me," he encouraged.

Now that the head was in, the hard part was over. All I 
had to do was press forward, and I did. His ass was the 
tightest thing I'd ever been in, but the resistance 
only heightened the sensations as I felt his ring go 
down my cock as I sank in ever deeper. He was not a 
virgin, I remember vaguely thinking.

Once in all the way, my balls pressed against his ass, 
I felt the powerful need to fuck, so I started 
withdrawing and then stroking inwards. He muttered not 
a sound of protest, so I just pushed out and in without 
regard for anything but my own body's needs.

As I humped, he started moving too, and I remembered he 
was inside Laura and in a sense I was fucking her 
through him. 

We just did that for a while, no one talking but 
everyone panting and moaning. Jerry was getting the 
best/worst of it, with a cock massaging his prostate 
and a pussy squeezing his cock. No wonder he was the 
first to cum.

"Awwww god, Awwwww god," he started repeating. I'd 
never heard him so distraught. I just kept up my 
rhythm. Laura put her hands on his hips and said:

"Squirt me baby, cum in it, juice my split."

"Aggggg!!" he moaned has he pushed forward. I felt his 
ass tighten ferociously on me as he came. I held on as 
he thrashed some. Laura moaned too. Eventually, after a 
half a minute or so, he stopped moving and moaning.

I pulled out, my cock still very hard. It would not be 
truthful to say that the result was a pleasing smell, 
or that my cock was totally clean. Jerry pulled off 
Laura, and sat back with a dazed look on his face.

Laura sat up too, and grabbed the baby oil and searched 
in her purse and extracted a kleenex or two. She then 
doused my cock with the oil, and rubbed it clean with 
the tissues.

She had not cum.

She lay back down, bent her legs way up in the air, 
exposing her bottom, and said to me rather fiercely, 
"Fuck my ass."

I bent down to it, moving forward cock in hard. She 
still had the oil bottle, and poured it down on her own 
ass, and worked her finger into her asshole to 
lubricate it.

When I got close to her, she took my cockhead and 
placed it up to her anus. To do this, she had to bend 
up so much that her feet were practically on my 
shoulders. The light was almost gone, but I could see 
the sheen of sweat on our bodies.

I pressed in, slowly and gently, unlike I had with 
Jerry. Even in my sexual frenzy I didn't want to hurt 
her. She didn't protest at all, and I pressed with more 
force. Suddenly, my cock popped into her.

"Ahhhh," she moaned. "I just love it when your cock 
forces my ass."

I pressed in deeper, my cock practically on fire. If 
possible, she was tighter than Jerry had been. But her 
ass felt the same inside -- a tight, tight ring 
followed my smooth velvety walls. Eventually I stopped 
when there was no more of me to push inside. My loins 
pressed tightly to hers.

There was a slight pleasure pause, and I gathered my 
strength to start stroking. I felt my cum was not far 
off. She used the time to stretch her hand down to her 
pussy, and start working her fingers over her clit. I 
was clear neither of us had much intention of doing 
anything other than cumming as soon as the feeling took 
us.

After only about thirty seconds (I guess) of steady 
stroking, she came first. Her finger was a blur as she 
moaned in a higher and higher pitch until she started 
hunching up against me. I held on, then starting 
fucking again, but this time the feel was too much for 
me and my body did it's thing, forcing my hips forward 
and stiffening as my cock pulsed and throbbed out every 
last drop of my remaining juice into her ass, to mingle 
with Jerry's cum already in there.

I gasped and reeled, falling forward on her. She 
reached up and caressed my back as I lay there, feeling 
my cock rapidly shrinking. Soon, without any motion 
from me, it was forced back out of her ass by the 
motion of her muscles. I kissed her gently, and rolled 
aside.

Incredibly, she wanted more.

"Jerry baby give me some head," she called. But he 
wasn't there. 

Neither of us had noticed him leave -- that's how far 
gone we had been.

So, gamely, I bent down to it. I crawled between her 
legs and began to lick and probe her pussy. As soon as 
I touched her hard clit she made it clear she didn't 
want to be teased.

"Right there, and don't stop."

I did my duty, and that's about what it felt like at 
that point. All arousal had been forced out of me, and 
I was tired now. But she had a need and I responded, 
licking her clit like a kitten laps up milk. Not 
sparing the force, figuring if it's too much she'll 
tell me.

This went on for a while. I remember feeling a 
straining of my neck muscles as I licked, but I kept it 
up with a sense of determination to please her.

As she began to respond with a tensing of her body and 
little motions of her hips -- sure signs a woman is 
getting close -- Jerry appeared again at the tent door.

"Jesus," he said, coming inside, not figuring on the 
sex still going on after all we had already done.

He hadn't even finishing zipping up the flap before she 
arched her back and started rubbing furiously against 
my face. 

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned, and her body did some rapid 
spasms. I didn't stop licking, waiting for her to tell 
me. She flopped down, then arched again and cried out 
louder. I held to her hips as she hunched against my 
face.

She arched powerfully, strongly, only her neck and feet 
seemed to be touching the floor. After a moment of 
this, she fell back down gasping for breath. My cum-
covered face was left high but not dry as she fell away 
from it.

I tiredly lay down where I was, resting my head on her 
stomach. She lay still. It was over.

Gradually, we came to our senses. Jerry already had, 
and was laid out in a sleeping position. I looked 
around and could see the faint light of dawn on the 
sunward side of the tent. Laura just looked up at the 
ceiling, and then in a gesture I still don't 
understand, she put her hands over her face and she 
clearly but softly, "Oh my god, Oh my god."

Was she transported by pleasure? Or suddenly ashamed of 
the excesses we had just forced ourselves into? I don't 
know.

At any rate I climbed up beside her and don't remember 
anything else until afternoon of the new day, when we 
awoke.

 
Part IV


Only in fiction does the piper not have to be paid. 
Fortunately for us the bill was a lot smaller this time 
than it could have been.

We did awaken, and pull on clothes, and slowly arise 
and do our morning things (although it was past 
lunchtime).

The piper announced himself unpleasantly to me as I did 
my morning piss, with a burning sensation as I 
urinated. When we got back for something to eat, which 
Jerry was somewhat lazily preparing as was his duty, I 
mentioned it to him out of Laura's earshot. He had, 
after all, been an orderly in a hospital and was 
thinking of becoming a male nurse. He told me most 
likely I had a urinary tract infection (UTI for short). 
We'd best be seeing a doctor if we could find one for 
some antibiotics. He said he had no symptoms, and asked 
me if I'd washed off after our anal sex last night. Of 
course I hadn't, and so I was too blame for my fix, he 
said.

Later, Laura was not so shy as me.

"Does it burn when you pee?" she asked Jerry.

"Nope," he said. "But Dan there has the same problem."

I felt a stupid kind of kinship with her, somehow.

Jerry found a public health clinic on the island, by 
looking in the yellow pages at the public payphone, and 
we went there. All we got was a prescription for some 
pills to take for a week, and advice to drink water and 
urinate after sex. I suppose they had seen everything 
at least twice at that clinic.

Later on during the day, we just hung around the 
campground. Laura and I felt pretty shitty, and I 
seemed to be running a little fever. Soon Molly drove 
up, sans Pedro. She was not in a good mood, and poured 
out her troubles to her friend Laura. I was not a party 
to the conversation, and didn't hear it in detail, but 
I do remember words like "Dickhead", "Prick", 
"Asshole", and "Shitheel" played a prominent role. 
Apparently, from what I could figure, Pedro was history 
and lucky not to have been terminated with extreme 
prejudice. I didn't then and don't now know the 
details.

But the inevitable upshot of all these changes was the 
Laura decided to return to her and Molly's hotel room 
for the next night, the last night here for Jerry and 
I. For me, it was sad but just as well, I felt somewhat 
out of the action anyway. But I'd liked to have spent 
more time with her, just talking.

In fact, what I really would have liked was one last 
time to make love to her one on one. We had had some 
incredible sex, but I missed the sensation of just 
slowly enjoying the feelings in intimate contact with 
her and her alone. But it was not to be.

Later, we fixed some simple supper and they ate with 
us, and then after darkness fell, Molly and Laura drove 
off to the hotel. I didn't feel like doing anything in 
particular, so I got out the fuel oil lantern, lit it, 
and read. Once in a while I stopped to consider how 
very different this night was from the three that 
preceded it.

I went to bed, and tried to sleep, but in fact I slept 
fitfully. I think -- no I'm sure -- I missed Laura. 
Jerry was friendly but a non-factor in all of this. He 
didn't talk about her or seem to miss her at all. I 
think for him it was just a fun and interesting three-
night stand. I was glad he didn't seem interested in 
continuing any activity with me.

The next morning we packed and started to drive off, 
but I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye. I 
searched the usual places, the beach, the parking lot 
by Duvall street, and the hotel. Not finding them, I 
drove around the island searching. Jerry was perplexed 
but patient. I finally spotted Molly's green Gremlin 
(no kiddin') at a Burger King.

They were inside, sitting at a booth eating a whopper 
with fries. We went in to say goodbye. Laura was glad 
to see us, and both stood to give us hugs. Laura and I 
exchanged addresses -- I gave her my phone number, she 
said she didn't know what hers would be till she got 
back this semester. They invited us to eat with them 
but Jerry said "we better be going" and I didn't argue.

When Laura hugged Jerry, she kissed him on the mouth, 
lingering there beyond what was merely friendly. Then, 
turning to me, she hugged me tight in a full body hug, 
and kissed me on the lips. I felt her tongue go inside 
my open mouth, and I returned the favor, right there in 
the middle of the tourist families with their kids at 
the Burger King at lunchtime. The kiss lasted longer 
than you'd think, till we both heard Molly say "whoa." 
We broke apart, she returned to her seat and I and 
Jerry to the door to leave.

The tourist parents tried not to stare, but they were 
looking curiously at us to be sure, like the campground 
neighbors had.

As we walked out, I turned for one last look. She 
turned and waved, and I waved back.

It was the last I ever saw of her.

On the way home, I only remember lots of sleeping and 
waking and driving. I think Jerry did most of the 
driving part. I kept dozing and remembering the feel 
and smell and taste of her. We drove straight through, 
in time for me to get some sleep before Monday and 
work.

That morning as I walked in, our secretary/bookkeeper 
noticed my tan, and asked if I had had a good time.

"Yes indeed," I replied.

She said, "I like the beard. It makes you look much 
older."


Epilogue:


Since you've read this far, you must be as interested 
in the story and the characters as in the sex. So, I'll 
wrap up the loose ends for you.

When I turned over my rolls of film for development, I 
had them make three copies. One for me, one for Jerry, 
and the other I sent to the address Laura had given me, 
with a note asking her to write back. Sadly, I never 
heard anything from her. I waited, and contemplated 
ways to get in touch over and over, but never really 
did anything about it.

Where is she now? Alive or dead, nearly twenty years 
later? I have no clue. I imagine that she's older, 
married, with children, and would prefer to forget 
those youthful indiscretions; except maybe in the 
solitary moments of a quiet life when the dark sweet 
joys of memory dance again.

Jerry? He moved away from our town a year after our 
trip, and eventually became an LPN. I heard later he 
found the man of his dreams and settled down somewhere 
in the Bay area of California. He was the first, and 
last man I ever have had sexual contact with.

As for myself, the beard seemed to work wonders. More 
and better women seemed miraculously to be attracted to 
me, and some five interesting years later (there are a 
few more good stories there) I met the woman who 
eventually became my wife. I'm married, with two kids, 
and two cats, living right now in suburbia, hoping to 
move out into the country sometime soon.

Of course, it wasn't the beard; it was the emotional 
and sexual maturity I had been kick started into, with 
the help of Laura and Jerry. Still, I have that same 
beard to this day, kept trimmed about to the length it 
was upon my return, differing only in the gray hairs 
now making their appearance.

End

I'd love for you to write me, the author, at 
dhl@sysun.com. (Particularly interested in what women 
think of this writing) 

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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
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