The End of the Innocence 2.

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 synchonized 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 manipulation 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 subconcious. 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 it’s 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 carressing 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 apparant 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 thoughout 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 anothers 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 it’s 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 apparantly 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 familar 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 ecstacy, 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 snorkling 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 snorkles). 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 “irresistable”. 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 decend 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 carribean 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 wantoness 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. Apparantly, 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 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 bareing torsos. Hands reached to carress 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 gentials 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 earliy 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 carressing 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 “mmmmmmm”. “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 accomodate 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 inconvience. The indecribable 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. Fortunantly, 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. Unexpectantly, 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 ecstacy. 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 carressed 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 carress 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 ecstacy 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 carressed 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 preceeded 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 apparantly 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 cameraderie between the three of us (Molly and Pedro apart). The fact that we were still almost stangers, 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 curiousity, 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 apparantly 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 turnon, 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 sqeezed our way in through a narrow oak door into a smallish smokey 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 activites 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 carresses 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 carressed 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 staddled 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 carressing, 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 carressed 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 unbelivable 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 minglde 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. “ohhh, fuck yes” I heard him say. She echoed these words. I groaned and muttered obcenities 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 deliberatly 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 carressing 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 it’s 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. Conbined 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 copius 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 alot 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 fingerfucked 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, surprized 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 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 carressed 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. Fortunantly for us the bill was alot 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 prominant role. Apparantly, 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/bookeeper 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 indescretions; 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 kickstarted 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.