Linda's Sexual Autobiography Pt. 02

This is a rewrite of the stories under "Linda's New Family" and considerably extended, with several new stories added. I hope you like it.

The characters and plot are mostly fictional, though some are based on real events.

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One

I was in a dorm, my first year at college, and I was surprised at how much it was like my old high school, except all together in a giant apartment building. It was a co-ed dorm, which did feel weird at first. My roommate, Karen, and I were OK together but not destined to be great friends. She was in to parties and I was in to education. I wanted to get the biggest bang for my buck with my classes. All those student loans had to pay off big time. I am also a bit socially retarded so I did not go to parties, did not like parties, and hence I did not meet many guys. There were a lot of attractive guys around, but physical beauty only goes so far. Gary had been nice looking, but in the attractiveness area he was only above average. That didn't stop sex with Gary from being a wonderful thing, though.

And I really missed having sex. Knowing guys as I thought I did, I figured I could just pick a guy that was pretty good looking and lead him into the bushes or whatever, and get sex whenever I wanted to. But that scheme didn't appeal to me. I wanted to feel some connection with whatever guy I hooked up with. Sex with strangers appealed to me on only one level and repelled me on another level. So I resigned myself to a year of frustration. I had long been masturbating, and that was good, but not good enough. I wanted to connect with a guy on a real level. I just wasn't sure how I was going to do it.

There was one guy, Kyle, a sophomore, who glommed on to me. He nearly but not quite stalked me, and he gave me the creeps. He treated other women with total disrespect. He was a walking model for what it meant to think of women as sex objects and nothing more. He was horny and he wanted pussy and that was the entire depth of his character. He would speak to me in passing, at the cafeteria or in the hall or in class, but his words were only and always kind of disgusting, and stupid, and transparent. He would walk by me eating lunch and ask if I'd like more cream in my coffee and he knew where I could get the best cream in town. Then he would leer at me like he thought he had aroused me and I would come running after him. It's not like he targeted me; he treated every woman that same way. Kyle was a worm and no man. But he was fairly tall and blonde, short hair, and athletic looking, a classic movie star dream-boat kind of look. I think he was on all the sports teams and was something of a star that way. Too bad his personality was like a sewer. What turned me off most about him was his obviously high opinion of himself. I would be embarrassed to introduce him to my parents. Also I didn't like the guys he hung out with. I didn't feel safe around them. And even if I was willing to let them fuck me, I don't think they could do it without it being a kind of rape.

When I refused to go out with him, I thought his teeth might fall out. Maybe I was the first pussy to refuse him. But my refusal made him all the more determined to get me. He would sing that song sometimes when he passed by, "Some way or another I gonna getcha. I gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha." I knew he had other women. That was obvious enough. So it wasn't that he was sexually deprived. He just wanted a new girl in his harem. He may have tattooed notches on his penis for every girl he laid.

But after Gary, I had pretty high standards for the way a man should treat a woman.

One day in the cafeteria I had had a really hard day, my period was coming on, and I thought I might scream at him if he said a single word to me or perhaps stab him where it hurts most with a plastic butter knife. Looking around for some place where Kyle would be unlikely to come over and harass me, I spotted a table where a rather intimidating girl was sitting. She had very short black hair that looked deliberately severe and she was wearing military type clothes. There was a lot of metal in her fashion statement, and she was smoking a cigar despite the "No Smoking" sign right behind her. I figured Kyle would not go to that part of the female universe so I headed over and sat down across from her. She was alone, but she didn't protest. She looked me over and noticed Kyle looking at us with a confused and irritated expression on his face. He just stared for a while and then went for another hamburger.

She raised her eyebrows. "Looking for a shelter from the storm?"

I look over at Kyle. "Yes. As a matter of fact I want that guy to leave me alone."

She nodded. "A common problem. The only way to discourage a guy like Kyle is to scare him. He doesn't take no for an answer. A lot of women seem to find him irresistible though."

"Not me. He creeps me out."

She just nodded and took a puff or two on her cigar. I was intrigued by her. The cigar perfected her image as a badass.

"He should creep you out. He chases you, but he has no interest in you. Except your pussy. That is all he wants." She flicked some ash off the cigar in a used coffee cup. "He is just a dick on two legs."

"Yep. That was my impression."

"Yeah, he's a Tahah boy." What she said sounded like Tahaaaa, said in an almost musical way like a fanfare but I didn't know what she meant. She saw my puzzled expression and explained.

"It's an acronym. TTAHAAH. Not very clever but it is damn hard to make up a good acronym. 'Two Tits, A Hole, And A Heartbeat.' The motto of the predator. Sometimes the heartbeat is more optional. He avoided us because I am dressed in the garb of the local feminist militant group. We have a reputation for protecting vulnerable women around campus, women who get abused or controlled or whatever. Any woman who comes to us for protection or help gets it."

"How do you help them?"

"The threat of violence, mainly. We have proven ourselves over the years as being capable of following through on our threats."

I didn't know if I was horrified or not. She saw my hesitation.

"Look, that kind of guy uses violence, if he has to and sometimes if he doesn't have to, to take advantage of women. So we just fight fire with fire."

"Like what might you do?"

"Convince them we would castrate them if they don't back off."

"Have you ever castrated someone?"

"Not yet."

I was quiet a while just taking this in. "Uh, how did you convince them you would carry through on your threats?"

"It was last year. The captain of the football team was the moral example for a coterie of imbeciles who thought all women were potential prey. We warned him and he laughed at us. So we tranked him, one day, dragged him off to our lair, and left evidence that he had almost been castrated."

"What kind of evidence?"

"We made a very shallow cut all around his balls, like a paper cut. It didn't really damage him, but it must have hurt like hell while he was healing. Bled a fair amount too. And we applied lemon juice just to make it more memorable. Then we left him in a public place and called his buddies to come get him. He was in no mood to walk."

I was shocked, to say the least. "You didn't get into trouble? Like with the police?"

"Nope. He never said a word. Probably too embarrassed to admit what had been done to him, except maybe to warn some of the other guys about what might happen. Now they are feeling cautious around us."

"Did they ever retaliate?"

"Not yet. I think they are nervous about what we might do next. That kind of man is too stupid to be afraid of anything except losing his balls."

She kept quiet for a while, smoking, and I just sat wondering what to make of it all. "Uh, what did you mean by tranked?"

"Tranquilizer gun. One of our company is a vet. It is illegal to shoot a human, of course. If he was a human." She paused and smoked a while in silence. "We don't practice violence in general. But if any woman comes to us for help, if she is being stalked, or abused, or scared, or anything like that, her boyfriend from hell gets a fierce warning. We are a vigilante group to protect women. The courts have failed us too many times."

Another pause while she smoked. "A few years ago there was a woman who got drunk and passed out a few blocks from the bar. A group of four outstanding youths of the community, sons from good families, raped her and left. But there was a witness and they were caught and arrested. She pressed charges but they were let go by the judge because he didn't want to ruin their future lives. The woman they raped, well her future life was not worth considering. That's when we decided to be our own judge."

Another pause while I ate my salad and macaroni and cheese. "Well you're not going to another table. I didn't scare you off. Do you need our help regarding Kyle?"

I looked around and he was back with his table of buddies and fan girls. "No, I think you scared him off by just sitting here."

"Well, if he ever does give you a hard time, let us know. We've never had to actually hurt anyone seriously. Think of it like the old policy of nuclear deterrence, like in the cold war."

"Are you a poly sci major?"

"That was a leap but yes. And you?"

"I am just testing the waters. But I am leaning toward science."

"Good. Science is too male dominated. Are you a lesbian?"

The question surprised me. "Uh, no. Uh, I don't think so."

"Too bad. I am bi myself but I have doubts if there even exists a man I would consider fucking. Are you a virgin?"

"Uh, no."

"Also good. You're not one of these inexperienced freshmen women that so easily fall prey to a pretty face. So your boyfriend waiting for you somewhere?"

"Uh, no. No he is not really my boyfriend."

"You break up?"

"Uh, no. We are still really good friends, the best friends. But he is in Chicago and I am here."

"You sound pretty level headed, then. You don't think you belong to the first guy who fucks you."

"Uh, no. It was never a possession kind of thing. Gary doesn't think like that."

"Wow. Where did you find this guy?"

"That is a long story. Let's just say he got me out of a tight spot and we became friends."

"Maybe some day you can introduce me to him. It sounds like he might be one of the very few decent men in the country."

By this point I had to leave for my next class (physics 1, if you want to know). "I don't know your name, vigilante girl."

"Andrea. And I don't know your name, level headed freshman girl."

"Linda. I will see you around then. I hope."

"You will. I am hard to miss."

And that proved to be true. We hung out a lot. By the end of the year we met up once a week for lunch. Kyle quit pursuing me and that part of my life became much less stressed.

And by the second semester I did meet some guys that I liked. There was a group of six guys and two girls who were in all of my technical classes and we formed a study group by the start of second semester. It started out as a pretty serious group -- those classes were hard and we all needed help. But we hit it off and pretty soon we spent a lot of time just hanging out together, For me, it was the first time I had had friends, other than Gary and the Linda's, and the Linda's were not on my academic level. By the end of the year, most of us elected to major in geology or some science. The two women in the group were a couple, but they still hung out with us quite a lot. I most liked geology, which sounded like it would be not too hard but ended up being the hardest science class I had ever taken. Calculus and physics and chemistry were relatively easy by comparison, for some reason. I became very fond of those guys by the end of the year. And even more important, I trusted them.

I didn't get to go home for Christmas break due to lack of funds and the campus was nearly empty. Andrea was still around and so we spent a lot of time together. By the end of the second semester, most of us in the study group decided we would rent this old Victorian house a few blocks from the campus. It would save us all a lot of money. The only ones not interested in the house were the two women who already had an apartment together. So it was me and the six guys. Once upon a time, I would have thought I was being wild renting a house with six guys, one woman alone in a house with six men, but now I didn't even think twice about it. They were gentlemen. But I decided I wouldn't tell my parent about living with a bunch of men.

Hanging out with the guys filled a major lack in my life. Still, I did spend a lot of time remembering sex with Gary. And these six guys were just lovable and appealing and charming. I could easily have a crush on any one of them, but I steadfastly kept myself from thinking about them in that way. It was good enough to stay good friends and I was afraid that mixing sex with any one in the group would ruin the whole closeness of the group.

It was near the end of the year that the local equivalents of fraternities did their version of a rush. They weren't really fraternities in the sense that they were part of some national organization. They were really just glorified cliques. But as it turns out they had very interesting ideas about initiation. I was too involved in classes and homework and stuff to notice, but I did catch the very last guy to join the Sigma-Epsilon-Chi house (in Greek letters, that's ΣΕΧ which is a bit obvious; they were a popular club to belong to, but no one inquired too closely). I heard about his initiation rite by accident, overhearing some girls giggling about it. Later I found out they were from a local "sorority" called phi upsilon ksi, or ΦΥΞ (at least not so obvious). The sorority girls were the only ones invited to his initiation and the time was chosen for just after the pool closed. As it turned out I knew one of the sorority girls from chem class. When I asked her, she said she could smuggle me in and even offered to get me a snorkel so I could see the action. I was missing having sex pretty badly and kept imagining Gary jerking off while I watched. That was how I first met him, watching his dick as his cum sprayed over the carpet in front of him. You don't forget a thing like that.

The guy being initiated was supposed to go to the campus swimming pool, strip naked while under water, and masturbate. The sorority girls who wanted to could go (and of course all of them wanted to) and see the show with their snorkels. The life guard was a member of the fraternity who would keep his eye open for interference. The guy's name was Kevin Mullaney. I had seen him in a calculus class, but never met him. Not bad looking.

I showed up ten minutes early with my new best friend for the night, in my white bikini, which I had not had time to wear before. Kevin did not come early. I bet he was nervous. He arrived with two other guys, presumably frat bros who were there to supervise him, give him some extra courage if he started to wimp out. All of us girls were in the pool already. His escorts stood on either side of him and when they reached the pool, they pulled his swimming trunks down so he was standing there naked. His penis was not erect, probably too nervous to get hard yet. He stepped down into the pool at the shallow end and walked over to where the water came up to his shoulders. All of us women gathered around to watch.

I love the way water looks from underneath, the bluey greeny shimmering color. It made watching a man masturbate all the more magical, if you can use magical as an adjective to describe something so completely carnal. And there he was, standing naked against the edge of the pool with only his head and shoulders not visible. He wasn't erect yet. His penis kind of floated and moved with the currents in the pool. I think he was having trouble relaxing enough to get an erection, too nervous with all these women around and knowing they were all watching him. Obviously he was not an exhibitionist. If he had been he would have had a hard dick just driving over to the pool, just in anticipation. Of course, he couldn't see us girls very clearly under the water, but he knew. It was obvious that someone was going to have to help him out. One of the sisters in the sorority took it in her own hands to help him -- took it in her own hands literally. She swam over to him and began to play with his penis. I would have loved to see his face with she first touched him. But his dick responded instantly. Within just a minute or so it was noticeably stiff. I could see, even where I was, that he was not circumcised. I mention the way his dick looked, but it was also fascinating the way his balls looked, sort of floating down there. It was harder to see his balls as he got hard, at least harder from where I was. Once it was clear that his erection was well on its way, the sister who had taken hold of him released him and backed away. This ejaculation was supposed to be by his own efforts. He began to massage his own dick at that point.

It can take a man quite a while to come to an orgasm, especially if he is nervous, but this guy seemed to be enjoying himself now that he had gotten started. He certainly didn't need lube. Ever since my first time watching Gary, I have loved to watch men masturbate. Well, the only live man I have seen masturbate was Gary. But I would watch videos of men masturbating on some porn site or other, especially this year without a boyfriend to play with. But it is so much better to watch a real man doing it than on a video. Sometimes you just have to settle for second best.

I don't know how long it took him to climax, but it didn't seem long. I was impatient to see him cum, but at the same time I just got mesmerized by the sight of his dick. It is so easy to fantasize when you have a naked man to stare at -- or a fully clothed man, for that matter, if you are really horny. I could picture touching that dick myself, what it would feel like, swimming over to him and putting it between my tits and letting him hump my chest. There are so many wonderful ways to play with a penis.

I could tell he was getting close by the way his balls were tightening up, no longer just floating around in the currents. The other girls could tell too and we sort of all moved in together to get as good a look as possible. And then the first jet of semen came out. I wondered what it would look like underwater. It was like a long string, and it slowly began to dissipate in the water. It reminded me most of smoke from a cigar as it slowly mixes in the air. (I had an uncle who liked cigars, much to the disapproval of my parents.) Before the semen had a chance to spread out very much there was another. The strings of cum moved quite a distance away from him because of the speed of the ejaculation, so that when the second one came it had room to flow out before it collided with the first one. I like to count the ejaculations, but I was so fascinated I didn't. Then it was more like globs or droplets of cum coming out. Two of the sisters reached out to touch the strings of cum and play with them, but there were too many people in my way or I would have. I like playing with cum.

After the show was over we gradually left to go back to our dull lives, but I was the last to leave. Watching his penis was too much fun as it gradually shrank back to its non-erect size. Eventually even I went to get out of the pool. I wanted to watch him get out of the pool naked. The other girls were standing beside the pool as well and when he got out they were all staring at his dick as he got dressed. Now he had exposed himself, he was officially one of the brothers, and entitled to the rights and privileges thereof. I assume there was a great deal of intercourse between the fraternity and the sorority, no pun intended.

Not long after that rather glorious ending to the school year, I went home for the summer. I had had a whole year without having sex and I missed it a lot. I had great hopes for seeing Gary sometime during the summer though he had moved to Chicago. Still, he would probably visit his hometown sometime during the summer. I could hardly wait.

Two

It was great seeing my parents. Except they looked a lot older that I remembered them being. And the whole family dynamics thing had changed. I was sort of an adult to them. It was strange. They still wanted me to go to church with them so I did. Though I had drifted into very different styled church than the one I had been raised in, they were just happy that I was going to some church. They did not inquire closely. Gary was not around for most of the summer, not until late in August when he got a long weekend and came back to town. He rented a motel room while he was in town since he did not get along with his dad anymore and preferred to visit him rather than stay with him. So Gary and I could have several days together, not nearly enough to make up for a whole year apart, but better than nothing. And we need not depend on Curly and Moe to get together

Gary arrived early on a Saturday morning, so we had breakfast together. I knew that spending the night with Gary would push the limits of my new adulthood too far, so whatever time we had together was going to have to be in the day time. Any time was fine with me as long as we could fuck. It didn't turn out like I was expecting though. We had a lot of catching up to do. First I caught him up on my college life, how I had not had sex with anyone but was planning to move in with six guys, most of my study group, when I went back for the fall.

"Six guys? That sounds like you might be having sex this next year then."

"I don't know. I have a platonic relationship with them all. They are great guys, and I wouldn't mind going to bed with any of them, but so far there is nothing romantic going on. I feel uneasy about romance with any of them."

"Why so?"

"Well, we have a really tight knit group and I am afraid that if sex got mixed in there would be jealousy and conflict and all the good would be spoiled. You know?"

"Yes. Men have tender egos and they don't know how to share. You are probably right about mixing sex with it all. Still, living in a close proximity like that might be putting too much temptation in their way if they are attracted to you."

"Yeah. But I want to try and see if it works. I did have one fun encounter." So I told him about watching the frat guy jerk off in the pool. When I had described it in some detail, Gary smiled broadly. "Wow. A whole new dimension to exhibitionism. Maybe I can start doing pool parties next!"

"But how about you? Any sex for you Gary?"

"Actually, quite a lot. This whole porno-roulette thing has been growing as word got out. I have had seven parties like the one you threw for me this year. I can't express how much I like doing it. There are several groups of women who like to do it. And then some of the women involved would call me up for a 'private audience'."

That impressed me. Gary was becoming a sort of live action porn star. "Did you fuck the private audiences?"

"Sometimes, but mostly they wanted to give me a blowjob and have me hanging out naked at their house. Which suited me. I think women like to look at naked men as much as men like to look at naked women."

"How many women have you fucked this year?"

He got a thoughtful look. "Probably a dozen different women. Some of them several times." He hesitated a moment and I could see there was more to his story. "There are also men involved in the porno-roulette. They sometimes invite me over for a blow job.."

"Really!"

"Yes. I guess things are pretty lonely on the gay scene in Chicago."

"Do you ever give them blow jobs?"

"No. And they never ask. They know I'm not gay. But I have been thinking about it. I am kind of curious what it would be like to taste another man, but whenever I consider it I don't feel up to it. I do touch them sometimes."

"It sounds like things are going pretty well for you. How much do you charge for the porno-roulette?"

"Uh, no charge. It is still illegal to take money for sex, but I do leave out a basket for 'donations' and that can add up to quite a bundle. Mostly, I just do it for fun. I have to be careful to keep my day job and my night job separate. I don't know what my editor would think, but probably he would not approve. I do the private audiences the same. I make it clear that they do not have to pay me, but they usually leave something on their way out, or slip it into my coat pocket. I make a third of my total salary doing these sex parties."

The conversation meandered a bit after that until Gary brought up Curly and Moe. "Curly and Moe want to get the band back together. They want to do it this afternoon if you are up for it. Actually they arranged to have the group together in a few hours."

"They don't waste time do they! With an audience then?"

"Uh, yes. The old gang remembers us very well. There is another couple that weren't there last year, Jason and Michelle. They are engaged, apparently. So there will be ten people watching this time. If you're interested. I didn't make promises and if we say no they always can think of something else to do."

I had been fantasizing about that day ever since last year. I still remember the looks on some of the faces when Gary fucked me for the first time. What a way to lose my virginity! "Uh, yes! That was a time to remember. I loved doing it and even more in memory. I am glad we did it."

"Yeah, well this time they have a special request for what we do."

"Yeah. What is that?" I was so horny by this point that I was ready for any adventure.

"They were wondering if you would be interested in having sex with two men. At the same time."

They always surprised me. Another new thing I would have to adjust to. "How exactly can I have sex with two men at the same time? Fuck one and blow the other? Who would be the second guy?"

"The second guy would be the new person, Jason. Uh, that is Michelle's Jason. She likes to watch her boyfriend fuck other women."

"Oh. OK."

"There are several ways that you and me and Jason could do this, but what Jason has in mind, for himself that is, is anal sex."

Again the last thing I had imagined. "I don't know what I think about that." I knew nothing about anal sex. "How exactly is it done?"

"Well, lubrication is absolutely necessary. And you have to take it slowly, especially the first time. And he will wear a condom. There are various positions that are possible but I like the idea of you standing up between us while we both fuck you."

"It seems like there would be no room for you in there while he was doing it."

"If we do it right, it should feel great. For you. If you want to do it, we can discuss the details. If you would rather not, we can tell them no and they will understand."

I tried to picture various scenarios. I had seen porn videos, of course, but could not imagine actually being in one. Porn videos typically do not turn me on. I just watch them because for some reason I always think I'll be able to find a good video this next time. But it is almost always disappointing.

"Like I said, if you don't feel comfortable with it, we'll say no. We can go back to my motel and make good use of the time."

"Well, I'm horny enough just thinking about sex with you that I am up for anything. It sounds like it will be ... scary. And fun. So Gary, have you ever done anal sex before?"

"No. I know Jason has and I assume Michelle was his partner. I am sure I would trust Jason to be careful and gentle, for what it's worth."

"So, how would we do it?"

We talked about the details and I got more nervous as well as more excited. Everything I have experienced about sex has been with Gary. He has been my only partner. How would I feel about having another man inside me, much less in my ass? As I thought about it, I felt hot in anticipation. Again I surprised myself. Being raised in a family and in a church that had very conservative views of sexual morality, and were pretty forceful pushing those views, I had drifted far away from anything they would approve. I couldn't do anything that would take me further out of the fold, though, so my upbringing was not a barrier. I was convinced their theology was wrong about sex. I still read the Bible and I was more and more skeptical of their take on it. So I decided, what the hell, I will try it.

After the breakfast we decided it would be a good thing to visit my parents for a few hours and then make excuses to leave for the afternoon. We had a good visit. My parentx like Gary. They consider him a good influence on me. They are still holding on to that hope of a future son-in-law.

When we arrived at Curly and Moe's place, all the old gang was there. Curly and Moe, Brenda and Carrie, Jason and Jenny, Zach and Millie and the new couple Jason and Michelle. It was Brenda who greeted me first, just like last time, and then Michelle came over to introduce herself. She stage whispered so everyone could hear. "I am so looking forward to watching Jason sodomize you. Let me tell you a secret." She looked conspiratorial. "We are getting married in a month!" She certainly had a liberal attitude toward sex! Even in college there weren't that many couples who were so liberal. Most were serial monogamists.

Again the chairs were arranged around the room but there was no bed this time, only a pallet of blankets on the floor. To my relief, Gary took charge. "We are going to try this standing up, if that is still OK with you, Linda?" I nodded that it was. What did I know? "Perhaps we should take off our clothes then."

Jason came over to join us and we all stripped. I had been naked with these people a year ago, but I was still very nervous. Jason was already getting an erection and I watched as he undressed. His penis was a bit longer than Gary's but not so wide. And he was circumcised, unlike Gary. I was thinking about that whole dick being inside my ass. It was a little scary, but at least it was a little narrower than what I had imagined. I hoped it wouldn't hurt. Gary was as delicious looking as always. I don't have much to compare him with, but his dick will always have a special place in my memory. It occurred to me that I should make a sketch of him naked while we had the time. I am pretty good at drawing.

And there I was naked with a crowd of people looking at me. And I really wanted them to. To see all of me. I like being naked. I wondered what everyone was thinking about while they looked at me. I could tell by Jason's dick exactly what he was thinking, standing behind me and looking at my ass. I was hoping the other men in the group were fantasizing about fucking me too. Of course, Curly and Moe were probably thinking about Gary and Jason's dicks rather than about my pussy.

Jason inched up close to me and I felt his dick touch me. This was the first time I had actual sex with a guy who was a total stranger to me. By the time Gary and I fucked, I knew him pretty well. While Jason sodomized me I kept glancing over at his fiance to be sure she was OK with this. And she was staring as if she couldn't see enough. Jason knew I was nervous so he told me step by step what he was going to do. "I am going to just put one finger into you to begin, and just play around inside you. It will help you relax."

"OK." and I felt his finger slide in. I don't know if I was feeling aroused by him or by the audience. I could feel his finger moving around inside me. I was leaning forward a little with my head resting on Gary's shoulder, looking down at his erection and that did make me feel aroused. "Now I am going to put two fingers inside you, but I will put some lubricant on them first. Tell me if you feel any discomfort at all." He pushed his two fingers in very gradually. I felt a lot of pressure, but there was no pain. He gradually inserted his fingers all the way in. There was a lot more sensation, this time. At first it was neither pleasant nor unpleasant. No pain, but no pleasure either. He began gently rubbing inside me and as he did, as I relaxed around him, it did start feeling pretty good. Actually really good. But I don't know how to describe it.

"Now I am going to withdraw from you and put on a condom and some lube and push my cock into you." Remembering his dick, I didn't think it would be much bigger than his two fingers together, so I wasn't apprehensive this time. He came back against me and I felt his dick just touch me. Then he began to gently push inside. Much more pressure but not bad. And it felt bigger, more intrusive, than his fingers. He slid inside suddenly as the head of his dick penetrated me. That was the widest place, the head of his dick, and the pressure went down a little. Now he pushed his dick all the way inside me. I could feel how deep he was, and I could actually feel his balls against my ass.

Too bad a penis is not equipped with something like fingers to play inside you. But he was moving slowly in and nearly all the way out. It felt really good, not like being properly fucked but good in a totally different way. Gary was watching the whole thing as was the audience I had almost forgotten about.

Gary spoke again. "Now can you straighten up, Linda, Maybe even arch your back toward Jason a little. If it hurts at all don't do it." I straightened up gradually until I was arching my back slightly against Jason who was right behind me as deep inside as possible. When I arched back toward Jason, two things happened. First, his dick felt like it was deeper inside me than ever. And second, Jason reached around and cupped both my breasts in his hands. He squeezed them and pulled me back further against him. My tits have always been especially sensitive and when he grabbed them I was really turned on. I just let my body melt back against him. I leaned my head back and pushed my breasts out into his hands. I wanted my whole body to be his.

Then Gary said, "I am going to come inside you now, if you are ready?" I just nodded and felt his penis just touching my pussy, then moving to the opening of my vagina and pausing there. Then, gently but firmly he began to slide his dick into my pussy. I was so wet that he slid in with no effort, and it was every bit as glorious as I remembered from last year. But better. I was astonished that two dicks could fit inside me at once and it was double the pleasure. I felt transfixed, immovable, fixed in place between these two cocks.

They set up a rhythm. Jason would plunge his dick into me as Gary would withdraw his almost all the way out, and then Gary would plunge his dick into me as Jason withdrew his almost all the way out. Back and forth, there was always a penis plunging into me, always the pleasure of a penis filling me up. I got very very close to orgasm very fast. Gary, who knew me well, could tell I was on the edge and told Jason to hold off if he could a while longer. He just nodded. Gary was hoping to make me cum on my own. They were both being slow and careful to keep their orgasms under control and it didn't take long for their effort to pay off. Wave after wave hit me. I couldn't really move but my whole body was shuddering and shaking with the joy of it.

As soon as Gary knew my orgasm was subsiding, Gary nodded to Jason and they changed their rhythm. Now they both plunged into me together, and both withdrew together. I could tell Gary was pretty close to orgasm and Jason must have been also. The new rhythm pushed me back to the very edge again and all three of us were headed for the peak. I think Jason came just a second before Gary and feeling their ejaculations sent me back over the edge. I was nearly screaming with the pleasure of it. Gary put his arms all the way around me and grabbed Jason and Jason put his arms around to grab Gary and they squeezed me in between them and plunged as hard and far as they could into me. I felt Gary's cum even in my ecstasy. Jason's cum was all captured inside his condom but I could feel it like a balloon in side me. Gary's hot wet cum just exploded in me, several times, and Jason's condom suddenly got much larger. When Gary and Jason were finished fucking me, they just kept hugging me between them for a while as we all just gradually relaxed into each other. I was like a pussy sandwich between two dicks. I felt so so good. I can't describe it at all. Two men fucking me at the same time.

Then Gary withdrew and then Jason withdrew. I watched Jason take off his condom which was nearly full of semen that was beginning to run back out. And Gary's semen was running back down, all over his dick. And there was semen coming out of my pussy and dripping down my legs. I was as full of semen as I could be. I wiped up some of Gary's semen with my forefinger and pushed it back into my vagina. I wanted it all.

Again the people in the room applauded us. It occurred to me for the first time, I think, that I could be a porn star if I wanted to. But too many other thoughts crowded my mind and I lost the thought almost as soon as it came up. The three of us all had to go in and take showers. The stall was big enough but we were a tight fit and so our bodies were squeezed together. That was more fun. Their dicks were pretty limp by then and I enjoyed how they felt when they touched me. I looked at their dicks whenever I got a chance, especially Gary's, which I knew already by heart. His dick was relaxed and just hanging there but it was beautiful to me. I was responsible for making him limp, taking all he had to give and leaving him empty. I soaped up the two men and washed their dicks off and Gary washed his semen off me. What an experience! How could it ever be equaled? I was just totally happy that I had done it, that my nerve hadn't failed.

We dried off and came out of the bathroom naked. Gary wanted to keep his clothes off so I joined him. Jason put his clothes back on though. Michelle went over to him, before he got dressed, and they kissed for a long time, her hands holding his dick. Then we had lunch together and hung out talking about work and school. I told them about the militant feminist group I had met. Gary told about the chance he got to interview the mayor of Chicago, whom he doesn't like at all. Every time someone looked at my body, let their eyes stray to my tits or my pussy, I felt hot inside. We had a great time, then Gary and I got dressed to get me back home for dinner.

As I was leaving Curly came up to me and whispered, "Thank you. When you are back in town next time, call me and I will set up another show if you want. You and Gary are great together. Your fame will spread. We should pay you this was so good."

"Just don't let my fame get back to my family."

"Absolutely not."

Gary dropped me off at my house and stayed for dinner. As I mentioned before, my parents liked Gary and were still hoping we might get married someday, though they were pleased that we were "going slow"! Gary and I had a few more days together before we both had to leave so we took a picnic out to some farm nearby, just past a road side stop. We walked a little ways past the woods and got to a small hay field that had already been cut and harvested. There we spread out a blanket and ate and fucked and fucked. In total, Gary fucked me seven times during those few days. I was storing it up for my return to celibacy and college.

But then our last day together arrived. We got back to his motel room after a lunch that I hardly tasted, so eager was I to get him alone.

"I was hoping you would fuck me again. We've made good use of the time"

"Actually, I was thinking the same thing. For the first time in my life I have fantasized about fucking a woman. But only you. The rest are just people I hope will watch me cum." I unzipped his pants and was playing with his dick under the table, inside his underwear. He was rolling his eyes as I played with him. "But you'll have to stop playing with me or you'll get all I've got in your hand."

"Well, that would be fun. But I would rather go back to your room and make proper use of the time." When we got to his room, as he was closing the door, I stated to take off my clothes. I stripped in front of him not even caring if he got the door all the way closed. I was aroused beyond the ability to be cautious. He watched me the whole time and it felt so hot I could barely stand it. "Just look at my pussy for a minute and fantasize about what you are about to do." His dick was certainly looking at me as if it had eyes, pointing as hard as it could at my pussy. After a minute, "OK, now let's fuck."

"Do you want me to play with your clitoris for a while?"

"No. I just want to feel your penis coming inside me. And then staying inside me. And then cumming inside me. Just fuck me."

"I don't think I can do it very slowly. I am liable to be pretty quick."

"Just shut up and fuck me as quick as you need to." Very gently he pushed inside me and it was as glorious as ever. My pussy was wet and welcoming. He just slid right in. As soon as he entered me, he pushed his dick as far into me as he could, and then paused.

"This is so good. If I move a fraction I am going to cum already." So I moved my legs and squeezed them around his balls and sure enough, he groaned and all his cum began squirting out inside me.

"I am sorry I couldn't do it more slowly."

"Well, don't be. I am not disappointed. I just wanted to rob you of all your cum once more before we have to leave."

He withdrew his dick and lay down naked beside me and we just lay there for a while until we both had to leave. Reluctantly we got dressed and went back to my house, and then the summer was over. Maybe next year we will have more time.

Three

When I arrived back on campus, I moved right in to the house I was renting with the "six dwarfs", as I secretly called them. I was really glad to see them. Except for my fling with Gary that summer had been pretty lonely. I was out-growing all my old friends and my parents are great but they make dull company. I should take time now to describe the six guys as they will make up a lot of the story of my sophomore year.

One of them was Ken. He was tall and thin with short red hair, majoring in geology. He was a serious guy who didn't joke much and put in a lot of time with his studies. He was scrupulously honest. If a neighbor brought him a cake for a present and he didn't like it and she asked him if he did like it, he could not tell a lie. He would go through incredible contortions to not tell her the truth. I knew that when he said anything to me it was the exact truth, though maybe not all of it. He also went to the church I had started attending. and was very serious about faith.

A second guy was Bill. He was average height, a tendency to be stout in the middle, with short unkempt black hair. Bill had a very deep bass voice and was a very lay-back guy, or tried to give that impression. But actually he was almost painfully shy and socially awkward. We had been in the study group together for months before he spoke to me about anything other than homework. Not because he didn't like me, but because I was a girl and he just couldn't quite handle it. By the end of the year he was finally able to relax with me in the room. He tried to have a sense of humor but has no timing for comedy. He was from somewhere in the south and had a courteous, southern gentleman style when he managed to relax. Bill was three semesters ahead of the rest of us in school and did business admin and technology for his majors.

Then there was Derek, a black guy from some little town in New England. He was quite athletic but not because he went out for sports. He just looked like he went out for sports. He was quiet spoken and very very graceful in all his movements. He didn't talk much but when he did he had a dry sense of humor that was hilarious. He needed all the poise he had, too, being one of only a dozen or so black men in the town. He was the opposite of Bill socially. Everyone liked Derek, even the racists. Derek was the other one who went to church, but he went to a Lutheran church that was more mainline and less pentecostal than mine.

Then there was Matt, a very clean cut respectable small town boy. Matt had a sense of humor, was always making puns and was very energetic. He liked to cook and was good at it. There was no awkwardness about Matt, and he had a talent for making people feel comfortable. He was so good at it that when Mormon missionaries came by he welcomed them in and made them so welcome they almost forgot to give him their spiel. He was from Pittsburgh and I think his parents were pretty well off.

A fifth guy was Nick, a. k. a. Nick Nature, environmental major. If you didn't know where he was, he was probably in the woods looking for frogs or something. He collected things, shells or spiders or butterflies or anything and he had a pet snake that he kept in an aquarium. Nick did not talk much but was nearly always smiling or laughing. Nick was the most cheerful person I have ever met. He was self-contained and was in a serious relationship with a woman who lived fifty miles away and owned a horse ranch. He visited her at least once a month. It was not a committed, exclusive sort of relationship, but they seemed to really love each other. She was ten years older than he was, but I had never met her..

And finally there was Desi, from Arizona, the son of immigrants who had lived in Tucson all his life. His mother was Italian and his father was from Puerto Rico. He spoke English perfectly, no accent at all, but people were always asking him where in Latin America he came from. He liked to sing. Loudly. But he had a good voice so no one minded. And he played seven instruments. Most nights we could hear him practicing in his room, one instrument or another. Otherwise he was a quiet guy, majoring in engineering and interested in rocket science.

I had a great relationship with all these guys. It was a first for me, having made no male friends at all other than Gary. We were like a family and for the first time I experienced what it might feel like to have brothers. But our living situation, altogether in one house, did raise a few eye brows, even though it was a pretty liberal town. There were four bedrooms on the second floor and two on the first floor, so the guys each took one of those. I had the third floor all to myself and I loved it. I even had my own bathroom. This house gave me more personal privacy and freedom than the dorm room and even more than being an only child with my parents. Living with these guys was like having a family of my own choosing. I loved them all. I loved them like I loved Gary though I had never had sex with any of them. I didn't want to spoil the whole family/friendship we had going.

I resumed meeting with Andrea every Monday for lunch. She was one of the militant feminist group I mentioned before and came dressed for the role. She didn't carry a gun strapped to her back, but somehow she looked like she was carrying a gun strapped to her back. It was a tense year for her gang. There had been a rape on campus during the summer while I was back home and the woman who had been raped had gone to them for help. It was their mission to provide support or protection or revenge for women who needed and wanted it.

"So what is going on with your, uh, client?"

"We've talked her into pressing charges and we will support her while she does. The courts make it hard for women. We have a fund for lawyers when necessary. We will see it through."

"So you are not taking any, uh, direct action?"

"Only if necessary. We give the system a chance to disappoint us first."

We were outside at a table eating our lunch so Andrea's cigar was not against any rule, not that she cared very much. "I hear you are shacked up with some guys over on Beaumont St."

"Uh, I guess so. I am living with six guys I met last year, my old study group. I have my own room. We are all friends. There's no 'shacking up' per se. We get along well, but no sex."

"Uh, huh." She sounded skeptical, perhaps about our long term prospects. "Just let us know if there are any problems you can't handle on your own. I don't trust guys. Most of them. Delicate little egos. Lash out at any slight. I've only found one guy likable enough to fuck, but we drifted apart after a month or so."

"That's a generalization. These guys are decent people. Though I haven't met many guys I would want to hook up with either."

"Yeah, I know there are some good men out there. A few. Better safe than sorry though. I play it safe by hooking up with girls and even that it fraught with risk sometimes."

"These guys are good. No creepiness to them."

"Would you fuck any of them?

I thought about it a while. "Yes, I think I would. But I don't want to ruin our friendship. Sex complicates things."

"Yes, it does. Men are fragile little creatures, like I've said before."

"Speaking of creeps, though, I haven't seen Kyle around."

"Oh, he has still got his harem. But he took a break from school. The homework cut into his screwing around time. Be careful with these guys your living with, though. However good they are, having only one attractive woman in the house will eventually cause problems."

"I hope not. We'll see."

"You are naive, my young padawan."

As the semester went on, I could see a little of what she meant. After only a few weeks, several of the guys seemed a little on edge. I dismissed it as nerves over classes. We were all taking harder classes. Everyone was doing pretty well on the whole but there was more stress than freshman year. Differential equations was damned hard (I never swear so it is a big deal that I just wrote that!), and fivw of us were in it together, struggling with it. Derek was doing very well with it and was a big help to the other three of us taking it.

Christmas came in the nick of time to save our frazzled nerves. All the guys went home, but I couldn't afford to. I had hoped to see Gary but had known it probably wouldn't happen till summer. I was getting pretty horny, though, but I was trying not to show it to the guys. I just really missed Gary. I still counted Gary as my best friend. He had introduced me to sex, and in a lot of different ways, and was the perfect man as far as I was concerned. Not perfect like we wanted to eventually get married, but just perfect. We fit together and made each other happy and that was enough. Anyway, I was alone in that big old house for ten days. I spent a lot of time with Andrea, went to see some movies and caught up on reading. I read some D. H. Lawrence which only made me hornier.

When school reconvened and the guys got back, it didn't take long before the tension re-emerged. I didn't understand what was wrong. And then I found out. Ken proposed to me. We were walking to church when he stopped half way there and popped the question. It was not the most romantic proposal in history. I was so surprised I just stood there with my mouth open. For longer than I should have. He was dismayed by my silence.

"Uh, Ken. Uh, look Ken you are a great guy. And I love you. But I don't want to marry you. I don't want to marry anyone."

"Never?"

"I don't know. Just not now for sure. I love you but not love like till death do us part. If I were inclined to marry, I might jump at the chance. But I can't consider it right now. Not even a little."

He was crestfallen. "Sure. Think about it. I just didn't want to be the second to ask." Then he went back to the house and skipped church.

But what did he mean by being the second? As the church service went on I couldn't pay attention properly. I felt dismayed by what might happen next. And my fears were confirmed. An hour or two after I got back from church Bill asked me to marry him. He was so sweet about it too. I could tell he was terrified, his voice was shaking. It must have taken him days to screw up the courage. So I let him down as gently as I could and just gave him the same answer I gave to Ken. Bill would be an easy guy to crush.

So could I expect more proposals of marriage? Yes. Next was Desi. Then Matt. Then Nick. This was horrible. Only Derek did not propose to me and when I saw him in the hall after refusing Nick I hardly spoke to him, terrified of what he might say. As soon I saw him I just blurted out, "No, I ...." The confused look on his face stopped me.

"Huh?"

"Uh, nothing. Just having a bad day, I guess."

Five suitors for my hand? This was like some Shakespearean comedy of errors. It was beyond Shakespeare. This was a much much worse than anything I had feared. It spelled out the ruin of our home, such as it was, possibly the ruin of our friendships. How could this happen? Was I so beautiful that just every man wanted to marry me? Was this what Helen of Troy felt like? Even I couldn't be delusional enough to think that. What was I to do? This all happened on the second Sunday after we all got back from break. I decided to talk it over with Andrea.

That Monday she could tell something was very wrong. She just sat there silently waiting for me to say something. But even though I fully intended to talk to her about it, the whole thing sounded so ridiculous it felt silly to tell her. She was patient, just looking at me and finally I told her. She just kept quiet, smoking her cigar, and listened until I ran out of words. Then more silence while she thought about it. Andrea is a great listener.

"The big question, the only real question, is what do you want to do? Do you want to get married? To any of them?"

"No. No. No. They are great guys. And I love them all. But not that way. And choosing one of them to marry would just ruin the friendship with the others. Except Derek."

"Why Derek?"

"He's the only one who doesn't want to marry me."

"Good boy! Well, I don't see how you can do anything to save the friendships you have. Say yes to one, say no to all, whatever you do I doubt things will continue as they have. How do you think they will react if you say no to all of them?"

I thought about it, trying to picture their reactions. It did not look like a pretty picture in my imagination. "I think it would still break the household in two. Maybe you are right and there is no way out. I didn't think I was encouraging any of them along those lines."

"Men that age do not need much encouragement. They imagine it if they have to. What, these guys are all about 20, right?"

"Yeah, except Bill who turns 22 in March."

"Men mature more slowly than women do, and women don't mature all that quickly. They don't know their own minds. Typically."

"So I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't."

She concentrated on her cigar a while. "Pretty much, Linda. You have gotten yourself into the damnedest situation I have heard of. You can't accept one of them and you don't want to anyway. And you can't refuse them either. Don't look to me for wise advice. Remember my lack of experience with men."

We sat in silence for a few minutes. "I am just grateful you listened. That helped clarify my thinking, even if I still don't know what to do. I will let you know what I decide. When I do it. I am tempted to just run away. I could transfer to some college in Connecticut or Tibet. If you were the churchy type I would ask you to pray."

"That is an option, of course, except the prayer part. If you decide to run but not too far, my people will give you a place to crash for a while. And if I were the churchy type I would -- do positive thoughts count as prayer? I never understood that stuff. You need it. Though I got the idea from my catechism class that She would not approve of your moving in there to begin with."

"I wonder. It all seemed like a good and right thing to do. But thank you. Well, whatever I do I better do it fast. Things can only get worse."

All that week I thought hard. And things were sure awkward. Everyone but Derek and Nick was kind of mopey and was straining to pretend nothing was different. I thought of the house as my home and it seemed like it was falling apart, as if my parents were getting a divorce. But of course it was more complicated than even that. I could not say yes to one of them and I could not say no either. I didn't want to say yes to any one of them but on the other hand I sort of didn't want to say no to any one of them. But I did know I was absolutely not ready for marriage. Not with any of them; not even with Gary. Marriage is just too big a deal. For me anyway. It was Friday that I realized what I was going to do.

As soon as I got home -- a water color class that went all afternoon - I called a house meeting. I knew everyone would be in, the beginning of the weekend. The semester was barely started. We hadn't had a house meeting since the dishwasher broke and we couldn't afford to fix it and had to schedule the dish-washing duties, and that was before classes got underway.. Anyway, within five minutes or so they all drifted in. Desi was eating some of the left over cake from yesterday. This was going to be a little hard to say so I figured I better just jump right in.

"Last Sunday morning Ken proposed to me." He clearly hadn't expected me to make it public, especially since I hadn't warned him. "Two hours later, Bill also proposed to me. And then one by one almost all of you proposed to me. Except

Derek. That leaves me in a pretty awkward position. And I should add that I am overwhelmingly honored and complimented."

I paused. When Derek started to speak I motioned to him to be quiet. "Let me have my say first. Maybe you will like what I say, and maybe you won't. I just want to make a counter proposal to you all. First of all I just can't say yes to any of you. I like you all. I love you all but not in that way, not a marriage kind of way. I am not ready for marriage to any one. Second of all I don't want to say no to any of you. You all have become my best friends, and I don't want to lose any of you or hurt any of you. So what I have decided is this: I will say both yes and no to all of you."

Bill looked puzzled. "But..."

I raised my hand and he shut up. "I won't marry any of you but I will live with all of you like a marriage."

Bill still looked puzzled. Actually they all did.

"Look, it is all of you or none of you. I can't decide between one or another and I won't. And I don't want to lose any of you for something this... absurd. I will take each of you as a... lover, I suppose. Even Derek, who never proposed, if he wants to."

Their mouths dropped open, every one.

"How would that actually work?"

"Think of it like this. I will be the great queen and you will be my harem. If it can work for a king, it can work for me."

"Yeah, but...." Bill again.

I held up my hand again and he stopped. "I will have sex with each one of you. Equally. I'll make up a rotation system and sleep with each of you on your appointed night. Six days and then I get the seventh off to myself. You'll have to share me. Equally. You'll have to not be jealous. We would have to continue to be friends all together as we have been. I know this is a ... off the wall thing to suggest, but I want to keep our family together. The only way I can think to continue as a family is to continue as a family. Do you think you want to do that? Do you think you can do that?"

"But wouldn't that make you the house - " Bill broke off without finishing but I knew what they were thinking..

"The house whore? The house slut? The harlot? The concubine? No, I don't see why any of those epithets apply. If polygamy is AOK, then so is polyamory. It will be like a group marriage, only not a permanent commitment. If you guys can handle it."

There was an awkward pause while they each thought about it. "If you want to take time to think it over you can decide soon. The sooner the better. You can have me. All of you can have me. You just have to share."

"Uh, what is the alternative?" Bill again.

"The alternative is that I move out. I already know a place where I can go. I don't want to be a cause of friction in the house. We have all been great friends. I don't know any guys that are as important to me as you are and I don't want anything to ruin it all. I don't know if you guys are mature enough to do this or not. But somehow I want to stay friends with each of you, even if I have to move out."

Silence for a long minute. Then I dismissed them. "OK, this meeting is adjourned. I think this needs to be decided soon. There is way too much tension in this house. I mean sexual tension.. So let me know when you decide. Decide carefully."

"So if even one of us says no then..."

"Then I think I have to move out. I don't mean that to put any pressure on any of you. I would only move out to keep us from falling apart. If any of you don't want to do this, I will never tell who. Be sure you really want to do this. Then let me know privately."

They all drifted out of the room, no chattering. I very much wondered what would happen. Derek stayed behind until the others had all gone, and then he said."You include me? I never proposed to you."

"True. I don't know what you might want, but I assume it would be too awkward for you to be the only one left out. I love you equally to the others, so if you want in even though you never wanted to marry me, I am good with that. I don't want to marry you either." I paused. "But you get the last day on the rotation." He just laughed and walked back up to his room.

I really had no idea what to expect. Ken was the one I worried about. He took church seriously. Sure enough, the next time we had a chance to speak together he asked me about how this could all fit in to the Bible and church and stuff. But I was ready, or as ready as I could be.

"Look polygamy was never forbidden. The Old Testament condoned polygamy, and the New Testament never mentions it. But in the New Testament it does say that in Christ there is not male and female. You must decide for yourself, but I am convinced in my own mind that this is acceptable in God's sight." Ken looked thoughtful. I knew he would think about it. But he might be a tough sell.

Now that the proposal had been made, I realized I was really hoping they would all agree to try it. I was looking forward to fucking them all one by one. I enjoyed sex very very much, I realized, and it had been a long time already.

By Sunday morning, they had all spoken to me and had all said yes. Ken had a worried look on his face but he just quietly said he would try it.

So Sunday night I put up the sex rotation schedule, just a list of the days of the week with a name beside it. It looked like just another chore list if there was ever a visitor. To make it look more like a chore list I put my name next to Sunday. I realized more fully how much I wanted to be having sex again.

And so that very next Sunday I made up a sex rotation schedule and posted it on the stairs. I explained to them clearly what I was doing. Six guys and six nights, and I had Sunday night off to myself. I had no idea if this would work or not, but I hoped it would. I didn't want to lose any of them. And besides, I was looking forward to having a ... harem, I suppose you would call it. I decided right away to not make a big deal about whose turn it was to have sex with me. I didn't want anything to be sneaky. It had to be all above board or else it would never work.

Four

The next day I had lunch with Andrea as usual. She was quietly smoking her cigar, inside since the weather had turned winterish again. When I sat down she just stared at me quizzically. I knew what she was dying to ask, but I made her wait just to tease her. Finally she said, "Well? What did you decide to do? Yes to one or no to everyone?"

"Neither." I paused just to let her wonder. "I decided to marry them all."

For the first time ever, I saw her surprised. Then her eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

"I'm going to take them all. As lovers. It is the only way to be equitable and hopefully not break things up."

"They are actually willing to do that?"

"They say they are."

"Pardon me for being dubious. Let's see how long it will last. Still, that is the fairest way of handling the situation. I agree. No more patriarchy! But how are the ... logistics going to work?"

"I made up a rotation. Six guys each get a turn, six nights, and I get Sunday for myself with no obligations."

She whistled. "That is the funniest, no strangest, no the most daring thing I have heard of yet. Wow. So you start this rotation ... tonight?"

"Yes. My first test case will be Ken."

"Do I know him?"

"Probably not. He walks with me to church every Sunday. Red hair. Skinny."

"Hmmm. No, I guess not." After a short pause, she said, "I hope it all goes well. I am sort of envious. I can 't find a good man in the whole college and you seem to have found six of them all at once."

Then we changed the subject and talked about everything else in the world, like usual. Since Ken was the first to propose, I put him first on the list. Also I was most worried about him. I knew how the purity culture could seep in and ruin the whole way you could think about sex. I was pretty sure I knew couples whose married life was made into a dull, or else a terrible, trial instead of being a joy.

Every time Ken looked at me that Monday he would blush and find some excuse to go somewhere. The other guys found it hard to look at Ken as well. I couldn't tell what they were thinking. Ken stayed away most of the day and I was almost afraid he wouldn't come back, but he did, just in time for dinner. Conversation was subdued and dinner was awkward. Derek saw what was happening and tried to lighten the mood, guiding the conversation to safe topics like classes and teachers and so on. It was Bill's turn to cook and he did a good job. He is not a good cook but he tries hard and chooses things that are not too finicky. Spaghetti and garlic bread and salad. No one can mess that up. Actually Z back in my home town, her mother thought catsup was OK as a spaghetti sauce. Bill discretely did not mention that he had almost put the tossed salad in the oven. I saw him taking it out.

When we broke up after dinner to our respective household chores, I decided to be upfront about it. I went over to Ken and sort of snuggled up to him. "I will see you a little later." He blushed so red it nearly matched his hair. Then I went to my room. As one of my church going companions, I suspected Ken might be having second thoughts about the morality of the situation. I knew well the sort of doubts he would be struggling with. Whatever happened he didn't want to sin.

So should I go down to the guys or should they come up to my room? I had decided that it would be best for me to go down to their rooms. For one thing, I liked the idea of keeping the third floor all to myself, my private domain. I would be sharing my body with six men and that was OK and everything, but at least I could have my own room as my own. So about 9 o'clock I went down and knocked on Ken's door. Most of the other guys were down watching TV. I didn't see anyone else. After a few seconds pause, he invited me in. He was sitting on his bed with a somewhat bewildered expression on his face. "I see you are still having some theological questions."

"Yeah."

I knew how seriously Ken took his faith. I knew that my home church, and almost certainly his home church, absolutely frowned on pre-marital sex. But I also knew that it was a sort of unspoken idea that oral sex didn't count as real sex, and other forms of physical contact did not count as long as intercourse was not involved. They also sometimes winked at men violating the rule. Ken could no doubt get absolution, in so far as our church gives absolution. Unless Ken was sure that some choice was pure and right he simply would not make that choice. He had a delicate conscience. And believe it or not, I admired that about him. What he saw coming in to his room was a grave potential for sin, but I could trust him with my life.

"We should talk about it."

"Sure. I just believe that sex outside of marriage is wrong. Sex is reserved for marriage only. And it should be a matter of being in love and making a life long commitment. I believe in the traditional view of marriage. Clearly you don't."

"I don't know what I think about marriage but I do have an inclination to believe in a traditional view of marriage. What I don't have is the belief in the traditional view of sexuality. I don't think sex outside of marriage is wrong. I do think adultery is wrong. I am not sure I will ever get married exactly because I do take it very seriously. But I am not 'saving myself' for my future husband. It is too late for that, anyway, unless I marry Gary. That's a guy, my first, back home." (I had seen his quizzical look) "I agree with you that marriage ought to go with some extraordinary degree of love and commitment and that is why I won't marry you. Ken, I do love you. You are one of the best men I have met, one of the most attractive as well. But marriage is not there for me, at least not yet. The main thing I disagree with you about is that sex outside of marriage is wrong."

"That's what I thought you thought. I just don't know what to do."

"Look, Ken, I'm not here to seduce you against your conscience. I don't want to do anything that would violate your integrity. But I bet you have also heard it whispered in churches among the men that certain forms of sex are permissible outside of marriage."

He looked relieved. "So you won't try to get me to ... do anything I don't feel comfortable with?"

"Correct."

"Thank you for that. I am pretty beat up that you won't marry me, but I will live. But I don't know what to do about our relationship here in this house. There doesn't seem to be any way forward, like you said."

I wasn't ready to give up without trying. "You believe that you shouldn't have intercourse with a woman unless you have honorable intentions toward her, like intentions to marry and make a commitment."

"Right."

"But you also said that you have honorable intentions toward me, intentions to marry me and live till death do us part. Right?"

He hesitated. "Yes."

"Then what is the problem? You have honorable intentions. So fuck me. I am freely offering myself to you."

"But we aren't married yet! From what you say, we will probably never be married."

"True. But that is not your fault. Who knows? Perhaps you will win me over."

He looked skeptical. I could see this wasn't going to be resolved soon. "And there are other forms of intimacy that are ... acceptable."

"Yes. I suppose."

"OK, Ken, here is a deal. You won't fuck me though I think you should and I want you to. But would oral sex be off limits for you?"

"I think the rules of traditional marriage are frequently bent that far. No one talks about it, of course."

"Of course. Well, think about it. If I give you a blow job you will still be a virgin, right?"

"Yeah,.... I suppose."

"So that would be OK, It would also give you time to think about the theology of intercourse outside of marriage. You wouldn't have to decide about fucking me until next week."

He was thinking about it. He really wanted to say yes but we were trained to think that wanting to say yes meant it was probably a sin. "Well, OK. You would be willing to do that?"

"Yes, I would. It would not be my first time, either."

"Well, I suppose. If I am not taking unfair advantage of you."

"Hey, I offered. I would not feel taken advantage of at all. Don't worry about that."

"Uh, OK, if you are sure. Really sure."

I found it absolutely admirable how concerned he was with it being my own choice. And I was raised in the same anti-sex culture he had been. I knew where he was coming from, though my experience in churches made me suspect that most of the men raised with traditional sexual morality didn't try very hard to not take advantage of women. I could see he had an erection through his pants. It wasn't that he didn't want to have sex with me. It was that he really believed it would be a sin and was trying to obey his conscience. I thought he was wrong but I admired it. I also suspected that most men found it practically impossible to keep themselves "pure".

"I'm sure. I will give you a blow job and I will enjoy it a lot. And I will hope that next week you will have wrestled with your conscience and determined that it is OK to fuck me."

I stood up and started to unbutton my shirt. His eyes widened like he was surprised. "You don't have to take off your clothes, Ken, but I am going to take off mine. It won't violate your purity to see me naked."

I took off my shirt. I was wearing my red bra and remembered it was the same bra I was wearing the first time I stripped for Gary -- or got dressed again, since I had already been naked. More good memories. His erection was getting more obvious as I undressed. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down slowly. It is better not to hurry. I wanted to build up his anticipation. Standing before him in only bra and panties, I was about five feet away and so I moved closer in, maybe two feet away. He swallowed hard when I reached around and unsnapped my bra and let it fall slowly to the floor.

You would have thought he had never seen a woman's tits before. And come to think of it, he probably hadn't. I don't think I have ever been stared at that hard before. It felt so good, like my nipples were the cherries on the top of his favorite bowls of ice cream. His eyes were sucking my tits, his eyes were fondling my breasts. "You can touch them if you want." He didn't say anything. He just raised his hands and touched both of my breasts very gently, and then cupped both in his hands. I just stood there and let him feel of them. I loved it, being touched by a man, especially by a man who wanted me so desperately. Though Ken is only the third man that has actually touched my tits. There were five more waiting their turn and that made me hot to think of. But more immediately what made me hot was seeing his erection in his pants. I realized this guy probably believed masturbation was a sin. He may never have had an orgasm on purpose. My experience with men was pretty limited still, but it struck me that he might not be able to hold off cumming for long. I decided to accelerate things. I pulled him to his feet.

I pulled off my panties quickly then moved right away to unbuckle his pants and pull them down. I wanted to see the outline of his penis more clearly. I wasn't sure how long I had before it would be too late to suck him. I let him stare at what was probably his first naked woman. "Look real good at my pussy, Ken. You can still have it if you want."

He got this horrified look on his face and groaned. "Oh, no! Oh, no!" and began to spasm. He was ejaculating in his underwear. He was more in need that I had calculated. I could see the jet of cum hitting his briefs. Before I could think clearly or react, he had had three ejaculations; he was really in need of some release. As quick as I could I pulled his underwear down. They were full of cum, and then his last ejaculation hit me in the face. It was not a strong ejaculation, but it hit my face just below my left eye and I could feel it beginning to run down my cheek toward my mouth. Not to waste the opportunity I stuck my tongue out to catch some of it as it came down. His shorts were nearly full of his semen. Then I took his whole dick in my mouth. At least I could show him something of what it would have felt like if I had sucked him off. I got the last few drops of cum as he wound down and I licked his dick off to make up a little for being too slow.

Ken looked anguished. "I am so sorry! I am so sorry!" He made a move to get a cloth to wipe his cum off my face but I stopped him.

"Just let it run its course. I like it. And I got a good taste of it too. Nothing to feel bad about."

He was totally spent. After the strain of that orgasm, his whole body started going limp, not just his dick. He sat down on the edge of the bed. I looked around for something to clean off my face, but didn't see anything of his that I felt free to use, so I grabbed my panties and used them. Then I pulled his pants off and pulled down his underwear. There was so much cum I couldn't help but get some of it on his legs as I pulled them down. And then I kissed his penis again. There was just a little cum left on his dick and I licked it off completely. He was still breathing hard, recovering.

"You don't ever masturbate, do you?"

"What? No, no, of course not."

"But sometimes you can't keep yourself from having an orgasm, I bet."

"Sometimes. I don't mean to. I just can't control it."

"Don't worry, Ken. It is not a sin. Seriously. This will go better next week. But it might go more slowly if you did masturbate the day before, or even the morning before. You'd been saving up that orgasm for a long time, I bet."

He didn't answer that. After a while he said, "I feel guilty."

"Why? You didn't do anything I didn't want you to do. You didn't harm me at all. Here's a Bible quote for you. Love does no harm to a neighbor. Therefore love is the fulfillment of the law."

He didn't say anything to that. I just hoped I was planting a idea in his conscience. Like his conscience was the egg and my quote was the sperm and I had just fucked him and he was pregnant with a new insight. It was a metaphor that turned me on, but I doubt much had really changed in his thinking yet.

"If you want I will stay the night. Sleep with you naked. I bet tomorrow morning you'll be recharged." That violated my intention of not spending the night with the guys, but maybe Ken was the exception.

"I would be ... ready again, but I would be afraid of what I might do. I need to think about all this. I am so embarrassed."

"Don't be embarrassed at all. I loved it. You have a nice penis and your semen tastes good. Do think about it, though. I don't want to make you do anything against your will. And whatever you do, please don't feel guilty."

I realized that it would be better to leave Ken to his thoughts and hope for the best. I put my clothes back on. I hesitated, though about what to do with my panties. But what the hell. I had come here hoping Ken would fuck me. I wouldn't have any more cum on my pussy than that. So I just put my panties back on, cum and all. By this point, his cum had cooled off. It even felt cold against my skin.

"OK. I will leave you alone now with your thoughts. Kiss me?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah. I wish I were not such a problem. I... I just can't..."

"I know. I used to think like you do. Don't worry." I kissed him. It was a good kiss too. Then I went back upstairs to my room. I was worried about Ken, though. When ideas take your mind captive, it is very hard to think them through. Faith is a way to freedom, or it is supposed to be. But it can also be a prison.

I had a lot to think about too. I took a shower and touched myself in the shower. I was still on edge remembering Ken's dick and needing some kind of release. I played the whole time over in my mind and I came pretty quickly. I was hoping for more next week.

It was awkward the next day. The first time Ken saw me the next morning, he blushed as only he could do, red hair and all. He felt embarrassed around me all day and just as embarrassed around the other guys. Derek did his best to make Ken feel less self conscious. The other guys noticed, of course, but they were kind and didn't say anything to either of us. What Ken needed most was space and time to think and the other guys seemed to sense it. They could have teased him mercilessly, but that was exactly the kind of thing I was hoping to avoid, and like I said, they were good people. No comparisons! Sex is not, should not, be a competition.

For the next three weeks, every Monday night I gave Ken a blow job. It went better, in the sense that I actually got to suck him before he came. But after the fourth week I knew I had lost the internal theological debate. Ken decided to move out. He couldn't cope with the temptation of having me come to him every Monday night. He told me he had started remembering my body naked and then having an orgasm in the shower or in the middle of the night, and he felt guilty about it. So he just moved out. He didn't talk to the other guys about it. I think he was embarrassed to talk to them, like he had failed to be a man in some way.

At first I felt sad when he left. But then I realized it wasn't my job to change the way he thought, about God or marriage or sex. He was living according to his own standards and who was I to undermine them. He would find some woman who shared his ideals and they would get married and I was sure he would treat her kindly and lovingly and make a good and faithful husband to her. They would be happy and have a hundred kids. Who was I to stop that? But I did love Ken in my own way. I hoped we could stay friends, though I suspected it would take a while for him to get over me.

I did decide to quit going to the same church as Ken. It would probably just be too hard on him to always be reminded of me. So I started going to church with Derek. I think the change was better for me too. I felt a lot more comfortable with the teaching at his Lutheran church than I felt with the teaching I had been raised with.

Five

I expected Nick to be awkward around me the next day since I was scheduled to have sex with him that night, but to my surprise, Nick was cool. He behaved no differently than usual, always the cheerful guy. I didn't detect any nerves. Or eagerness either. I had thought he would at least be keyed up with anticipation at having me come to him that night, but if he was he didn't show it. Ken, on the other hand, found excuses to be away even when he didn't have a class. Multiple partners in a marriage is probably always awkward and inclined to be unstable, I suppose. In a polygamous situation, the marriage was established by the force of a patriarchy, but seldom was it a peaceful thing. The question was: is polyamory essentially more unstable than polygamy, or can it work? This wasn't a true poly-amorous marriage, of course, because we all knew it wouldn't be permanent. We would all be graduating and moving in different directions. We were just trying to make it work for a few years. Or that was what I was trying to do. Obviously I had come a long way from my traditional views.

After breakfast, Ken left right away. When Nick left the house, I stopped him leaving the dining room and kissed him. It was the first time I had kissed him, and actually the first time I had kissed any of them publicly. I hadn't even kissed Ken the night before; it had been too complicated. But I wanted everyone to see. They all knew I was going to hook up with him that night and I wanted to emphasize that I meant what I said. Nick was gone all day, out in the woods as like as not for some class project. He was an environmental studies/ forestry major and spent a lot of his time outdoors. I was majoring in geology but my classes didn't take me out as much, at least not yet. And I was taking some art classes, drawing, painting and such like. I had discovered I was good at it. Nick was the athletic type, but his fitness came from hiking and climbing and generally being out and about in nature rather than sports.

Late that afternoon he came in hot and tired and went right up to take a shower. It was his turn to make dinner that night and so he had to put something together quickly. Nick's style of cooking was camp stove cooking. He liked to make breakfast for dinner, eggs and bacon and biscuits. His omelets were always elaborate. No one complained. After dinner I was on schedule to wash up and he joined me. It was casual and comfortable and he was as cheerful as usual. You'd hardly know from his behavior that we were about to have sex.

Once the kitchen was cleaned up he just looked at me and smiled and said, "So. I'll see you shortly then?"

"Yes you will." I wanted to say "You will see all of me" but I didn't. It seemed the wrong way to relate to Nick. He was understated. I went down at 9 o'clock as I had gone down to Ken the night before. Nick's bedroom was next door to Ken's but Ken was no where about. Avoiding an awkward encounter, no doubt. Nick was playing with his menagerie. He had found and adopted a gopher snake right after we got back from holidays. It was a beautiful snake, brightly striped. I didn't know it but it was a very large specimen, about 7 feet long. Nick also had a small spider collection which was fascinating to look at. That's all the living creatures he had, except for the company of mice he kept (for snake chow?). He let me hold the snake (He named it George!) and it coiled across my arms and looped over my shoulder. Its body felt very sensuous to me, very alive and fluid. I had never met a snake personally before and was pleased to find that I wasn't afraid of it. Now, rats would be different. I would be afraid of a rat. George sort of rippled while he moved like a living stream, and he looked at me very intently. I really liked George, all the more since I knew it was non poisonous. It seemed to have a personality all its own, which surprised me, a distinctly snaky personality as opposed to a dog or cat personality.

"So, I suppose you are in love with me too." I wanted to turn the conversation around to sex.

He looked surprised and then he smiled slightly. "No. No I wouldn't say that."

I did feel a little surprised at that. After all, he had proposed to me just a week ago. "I don't understand. Why did you propose to me then?"

"Oh. Well, you seem to be the ideal wife to me. I have a checklist and you ticked off all the boxes. I'm not the falling in love type."

Well, that was romantic! I was briefly irritated, then relieved. This would not be a complicated relationship then. No feelings hurt, no complicated egos.

"That is not a very romantic view of marriage."

"No. I think romance is not reliable. I want to marry someone who I can share life with. That means someone who loves the things I love. Someone who is intelligent and attractive. Someone who likes nature and animals. Someone who is adventuresome and not afraid of things. You seem to meet all those qualifications. You are the first woman I have met that does. I didn't want to let you get away that easily."

"You're very sensible. But doesn't love have something to do with the whole institution of marriage?"

"Oh, sure. But 'in love' -- I don't know if I believe in it. Things like that between two people don't seem to last. But a mutual love shared by two people -- that can last."

"And what about sex, then?" He moved over to me and hugged me, snake and all.

"Sex is for fun. I get the idea you think so too."

"Yes, I guess I do. Though I am not ready to give up on being in love with someone someday. I presume you have had your share of 'fun' in the past."

"A few times. You?"

"A few times for me too. You will be my fourth man." I didn't want to give away any problems Ken was having so I included Ken in my counting.

He raised his eyebrows. "I will try not to disappoint you."

"I am sure you won't."

"How would you like to proceed?"

"Let's take our clothes off. Then we can see what happens next." Then it occurred to me to test of Nick's self-confidence. "You first."

He just smiled and began to undress. I uncoiled George and put him back in his aquarium. When I turned around Nick had his shirt off and was pulling down his pants. Through his briefs I could see the outline of his penis and thought he must be getting his erection already. Men, if it has been a while since they have been with a woman, get an erection at the drop of a hat -- or more like, the drop of a bra. But as he pulled off his underwear, I realized I was wrong. He just had a very long penis. I didn't know then that some men have small penises when they are not erect, that their penis will expand and harden as they get erect. Other men have penises that have their full length even when not erect and only get stiffer and harder. Gary had the first kind and he was all I knew. I didn't have that much experience to compare one dick with another. Not yet anyway.

I was nearly hypnotized by Nick's penis. It was long and beautiful and just hung there waiting for me to do something. And he just stood there letting me look all I wanted. "Like what you see?" I walked over to him and grabbed his dick, wrapping my fingers all around it and just holding it. It began to stiffen as I took it. I pulled him over to his bed by his dick, then sat down on the bed so it was right in my face. I wanted to see it get hard. I also wanted to kiss it as it stiffened. I also wanted to suck it all into my mouth and play with it. I also wanted to feel it pushing into my pussy, all the way in. I wanted his cock in every conceivable way I could get it.

His dick stiffened very quickly when I started kissing it and then when I took it in my mouth it was completely erect in a matter of seconds. I could not get it all in my mouth. The head of his penis was near the back of my tongue and I just moved my tongue back and forth over it. I was tempted to suck him off right then but I really really wanted to be fucked. It had been a long time since Gary and Jason had fucked me back in my home town, both at once.

"Whoa!" Nick was pulling away gently. "You haven't even taken your clothes off yet. I mean, you can give me a blow job if you want but I should at least get to see you naked first, don't you think?"

I released him. "Yes. Yes of course." I stood up in front of him and began taking my clothes off. I had dressed carefully so that it would be easy enough to undress. The bra had only a snap in between my breasts and I wore a skirt that would come off with just an unsnapping as well. I was standing in front of him naked within seconds.

"Now, stand there and let me look at you. You looked at me long enough." I could feel his eyes devouring my body and I loved it so much. When he looked down at my pussy and just stared I felt so hot inside I thought I would burst into flames. Of course I was looking at his dick as well as his eyes. He reached up and just cupped his hands below my breasts, holding them up a little. My breasts hang down ever so slightly but he was letting the weight of my breasts rest entirely on his hands.

"So what do you think when you are looking at my tits?"

"I think that I am seriously looking forward to fucking you. But I don't want to rush things. Lie down on the bed and let me play with your pussy with my tongue." I laid down so that my knees bent at the corner of the bed and I opened my legs enough that he could do anything he wanted to my pussy. He knelt down between my legs and started by kissing all around my mound and sort of spiraling in toward my clitoris. I arched my hips upward as he was kissing me and when he finally connected with my clitoris I gasped and grabbed his head and held him tightly against my pussy. He licked all around me, and kissed all through my pubic hair and just got more and more excited as he did.

"Have you ever tried the 69 position?"

"No. Have you?"

"With Marj. She is my longest term relationship. I still see her as often as I can."

"Let's try it then. How do we do it?"

"I will lie down on the bed on my back. Then you crawl over my head until you can take my cock in your mouth and then push your pussy down onto my face." I got up and let him lie down on the bed. His dick was standing straight up from his body. I moved around to his head and leaned over. First I let my tits hang down onto his face while he played with them. Then I moved slowly down toward his dick, which was waiting for me. It looked eager to me. When I got to it I just took it right into my mouth, and at just the same time he connected with my clitoris again. It was electric, having his dick at the same time as he was taking my pussy. Feeling his tongue on my clitoris I convulsively swallowed as much of his penis as I could. This was so much fun I didn't want to ever stop.

The only problem with the 69 position is that my tongue was on the upper portion of his dick where it is less sensitive. I would swirl my tongue around his penis but I had to aim his penis under my tongue to play with him where it counted most, and that meant I couldn't take in as much of his dick as I wanted to. Meanwhile the things he was doing to my pussy just drove me wild. His tongue on my clitoris made me want to suck his dick faster.. I wondered if there was a better way to play with his dick in that position, because what he was doing to me was spectacular. It was so spectacular that I felt myself on the verge of cumming within minutes. I released his dick from my mouth to tell him.

"Oh, damn, Nick. I am going to cum soon."

"Go ahead. Try to hold my cock in your mouth while you do. If you can."

I swallowed as much of his cock as I could then but he was making me feel so good I could hardly concentrate on what I was doing to him and I needed to breathe more. And very soon I was cumming. I gave a little scream and ground my pussy down onto his face. Then I remembered about keeping his dick in my mouth while I was cumming and pulled him back in. I wanted to hold his dick while I sucked but I had to hold myself up so I wouldn't fall.. I couldn't control my body as the orgasm hit. I hope I didn't hurt him but all I thought about at that moment was... my pussy. I could not think; it was all sensation. It was all experience. Wave after wave until finally it began to subside. I just collapsed on him with my face resting beside his dick. His right ball was right beside my mouth and when I had recovered enough I began to lick his ball. He seemed to enjoy that. Every once in a while his tongue would flick up to my pussy and I would jerk in surprise.

"Wow. Wow. That was good. That was just so good. I wish I were a poet. I would write an ode to how well you ate me out. And how much fun it was having your dick in my mouth while I came."

"Do you want to be on top while I fuck you, or do you want the missionary position?"

"Oh, let's do the missionary position."

"I will get a condom."

"No. I think you are safe. All the women you've been fucking are well, right?"

"Yes. I don't know if you should take my word for that, though."

"I will. You'll let me know if anyone gets sick."

"Yes. If you are sure, but I don't mind using the condom."

"I am. I want to feel your cum inside me."

I rolled over off of him and he moved off the bed so I could lie down. I spread out before him and opened my legs to invite him in. He knelt between my legs with his dick pointing right at me. His dick had intentions. It was like I could see his dick eyeing me and thinking about fucking me. It was going to fuck me and his dick knew it and wanted it so bad. He leaned forward and used his hand to put his dick right at the opening of my vagina. Then he pushed very slowly inside me. It had been so long. I was so wanting this. I gasped when he first entered me and then more as he pushed all the way in.

"It won't take me long to finish, I think, but I will try to be as slow as you want."

"Well, be as slow as you can. The longer you are fucking me the better."

He did pretty well, and all the time I felt like I was getting more and more -- I don't know how to say it. Like I was glowing brighter and brighter with every thrust. He was moving slowly inside me, trying not to cum too quickly. I think he must have been fucking me for five or ten minutes when he couldn't hold back anymore. He just kind of gasped and pushed his dick as far inside me as he could, which was pretty far, and then I felt that hot semen squirting out deep deep inside me. And then another, and then I lost count. So much semen. I felt like he was filling me up and I was so glad he wasn't wearing a condom. I wanted to be filled up, full of his cum.

When he had done all he could do, he gradually withdrew, and just lay down on his back beside me. We were both breathing heavily, as you might expect. I think we may have both drifted off to sleep even, but not for very long. It was so nice to wake up side by side naked. I looked down at his penis, sort of flopped over to the side, still wet from being inside me.

"So, tell me about Marj."

"You want me to tell you about one of my girl-friends?"

"Sure. I already refused to marry you. I can't be jealous that your are fucking other women."

"Right. OK. Marj is the owner of a horse ranch about 50 miles outside of town. We met when there was a field trip to her place. She has quite a good bio-diversity out there. We went to look for birds, snakes, whatever we could find and she was reputed to have some rare species. That's where I found George, in fact. George is not a rare snake. He's pretty common. Marj and I hit it off right away. That was last year. I go out to visit her every month or so. We go camping on her ranch."

"But she doesn't tick off all your boxes?"

"No. She is tied to the place, and with good reason. Been in her family for nearly a hundred years. She's good at ranching. I want to be more mobile and do a lot of other environmental projects, doing research, stuff like that that will take me away from here. Maybe someday when my roaming days are done."

"It sounds like she is probably older than you."

"Yes. About ten years older. Does that shock you?"

"No. I don't think age matters. If people connect, they connect."

At this point I noticed that George had slithered over and was staring into my eyes. That gave me an idea. "Could I pick up George again?"

"Sure. If you want to."

"I want to feel him against my skin."

"OK." We got up and he picked up George carefully, letting him coil around him. He stood in front of me and sort of let George reach over to my shoulder, and then he guided him around my back and under my arm. I supported George's head and directed him to cross my chest and back up my other shoulder. Snakes are surprisingly heavy. He went under my left breast, over my right breast, and around my neck. He seemed comfortable. And the feel of his body next to mine was even more exciting than when I first felt him through my clothes. He was so alive. He vibrated.

"Snakes don't purr, right?"

"No. Of course not."

"It feels like he is."

Nick was staring at me hard, with the snake coiled between my breasts. "You are so beautiful. And you look so much more beautiful, more sexy, with a snake wrapped around you." I just smiled. I felt sexier with a snake touching me. I felt ... primordial or something, like Eve looking for Adam. And there was Adam in front of me in all his glory.

After staring for a while, Nick said, "Uh, look, would you mind if I took a picture of you? With the snake?"

"Like this. Naked?"

"Yes."

"I think there is too much danger of the picture getting out and into the wrong hands."

"What if I just took a picture of you from the neck down? No face. No one could identify you."

"All of me except my face?"

"Yes. As soon as I take the picture you can take look at it and if you don't feel comfortable with it, you can just delete it immediately. I won't try to trick you."

I thought about it. I basically trusted Nick. So I agreed. And I also wanted to. Having my picture taken naked -- it would be like having thousands, millions of people -- potentially, at least -- look at my body. It made me feel ... hot.

He backed up so he could frame my whole body in the picture, up to my neck, and as soon as he took the picture, he handed me the camera. There I was, naked down to my feet with a snake around my breasts. It was a really sexy picture. I had not thought of myself as particularly sexy before, and no guys in high school seemed to think I was especially sexy either. I liked the picture. It made me feel good inside. Sometimes I think I could enjoy being a stripper. Add that to my idea of becoming a porn star. Another profession I will probably not pursue.

"OK. I would like you to send me a copy."

"Sure." He put it on his phone and sent it right away.

"Do you have a picture of Marj?"

"Sure. You want to see it?"

"Yes, I would."

"Clothed? Or naked?"

"Oooh. Both. I'd like to see the woman you have been fucking."

He showed me. The naked picture of her showed her face as well. She was naked and sitting on a horse in one of the pictures, and smiling into the camera. "She trusts you with this, I see."

"Yes. She said she didn't care who I show it to, but I still don't show it to anyone. Except you."

Marj was obviously older. Her breasts were larger than mine, and she look beautiful in an outdoorsy, cowgirl way.

It was going on 11 o'clock by then and I had a big exam the next day on evolutionary biology. It would be a hard one. "I must leave. I must get an early start tomorrow."

"I was hoping you would stay the night. Sleep here."

"It is odd, isn't it? I have had sex with four men but have never yet slept with even one of them. Odd. But no, if I slept here tonight we'd be naked and then we wouldn't get much sleep I'll wager. Probably fuck you again as soon as we woke up. And maybe more. No, my grades come first."

"Yeah, too bad."

"Maybe next week I will spend the night and we can fuck every hour on the hour if you want."

"Even I might have a difficult time with that."

"I will try to wear you out."

So I got dressed and left, back upstairs to my room. I didn't meet anyone going back up. Some of them might have been listening for anything going on in Nick's room, but were too shy to see me afterwards.

The next morning, Nick was totally cool with everything that had happened the night before. He was relaxed and cheerful and not at all embarrassed. As it turned out, the next Tuesday night I was having my period, so I did end up giving Nick a blow job. But ensuing Tuesdays, we had grand sex every time and one time we had sex all night. We tried to exhaust each other and I think we both succeeded. Nick just had sex with me for fun, as he said, and it was a lot of fun. I could imagine Marj with him. It made me feel sexier thinking about Nick fucking another woman. I wondered if he thought about her while he was fucking me. Or vice versa. Instead of upsetting me, it turned me on, that Nick might be fucking me and imagining he was fucking Marj. Now why would that turn me on? I was too busy to think about it at that moment.

Six

I scheduled Bill for Wednesday night. I knew he was shy, at least in the sense that he got flustered and a bit clumsy around me. Not only me but women in general. And he had proposed to me, the last of the five proposals I got last week. It was an awkward one. He was almost tongue tied and blushing and fumbling his words. I knew he wanted me, but he was so insecure about the whole thing. Anytime he got nervous he would stutter, and so I could tell right away he was on the verge of giving up and walking away. But I couldn't think of a polite or kind way to save him from his misery. I was hoping that I could build him up a bit in his self-confidence. There is nothing like having sex with someone to make you feel good about yourself. Or make you feel horrible about yourself. I might either destroy Bill or stand him on his feet. I know that is true about some women, but I hadn't realized how vulnerable some men are.

Bill did not eat very much at dinner that night. He was obviously nervous about what was about to happen. It was his turn to wash the dishes and he broke a coffee mug. I thought it might help if I pitched in with the washing up, but it didn't. He could barely look me in the eye. Every time someone would look at him, he would blush. If he hadn't proposed I would have thought he didn't like me at all. Clearly this was a guy with a very damaged ego. Perhaps he had had bad experiences with girls in high school, who can be terribly cruel. I did know he was self-conscious about his weight. So he was a little over-weight. Not badly, just a little on the pudgy side. But to me, he made up in kindness what he might lack in physical perfection. I had thought it was only women who worried about their weight. True, the other guys in our little family were thin. Not all of them were athletic, but they were all good looking. I decided that it would be my goal to heal him, give him confidence he could use with women later in life. Someday he would fall in love again. It was up to me to help him with the confidence to know how to express his feelings.

As soon as we were done washing up, he just said, "Well, I guess I will see you soon," and went up to his room. It didn't exactly sound like the nervous anticipation of a night of wild sex. He was terrified. He was obviously worried that he might not do it well enough and disappoint me. No doubt he was a virgin and by now he certainly knew I wasn't. Anyway, I was working on a project with a deadline so I went up to my room to get some work done first. I figured that nine o'clock would be a good time to go down, like I had the previous nights. It would give him a little time to unwind, maybe relax a bit. Or tense up. I didn't know how to judge the timing exactly.

And he had been relaxing, sort of. I saw three empty beers on his desk. He had a mini-fridge in his room. Too much alcohol can make you pretty incapable of sex, but I thought three beers was really pretty moderate. Bill wasn't a big drinker. No hard liquor that I knew about. I guess for Bill, three beers might be making him feel a little less nervous, but if so it wasn't completely working. For me even one beer might knock me out, but he was used to it. As soon as he let me in he offered me a beer.

"No thank you, Bill. Those things put me right to sleep and I don't want to sleep through what we are about to do." I smiled an encouraging smile, but he just swallowed hard. "You doing OK?"

"Oh, yeah. Yeah. Sure. Sure. Me too."

"Look, Bill. It is natural to be nervous your first time. It is all going to be fine. I am going to try to make it unforgettable." I smiled my most seductive smile, but I think it may have just made him more nervous. What if he was so nervous he couldn't get an erection?

His shoulders slumped and he sort of grunted. "I guess it is obvious that I have never done this before."

"Nothing wrong with that. Everyone has a first time. I will show you all you need to know. Think of me as your tutor, your guide to the mysteries and delights of sex."

He didn't respond and I wasn't sure what he was thinking. I walked over to him and put my arms around his waist. He had his back to me and when I did he stiffened up. "Relax. There is nothing that can go wrong. You'll feel a lot more relaxed in a few minutes or the fault is all mine." I let my hand drift down slowly to where his penis was also getting tense. At least it was obvious he could get hard. I just let my hand rest on him. His breathing was pretty ragged. I realized I would have to take charge of the proceedings. Bill was too embarrassed and scared to know what to do.

"Now turn around and face me." He took a deep breath and did. I stepped away from him about a foot.

"I want you to unbutton my shirt now." He gulped and reached up hesitantly and began to undo the buttons. They were not hard to undo, but his hands were shaking. When he had undone the last one, I said, "Now slide my shirt off me. Let it fall to the floor." This time I was wearing a black bra. It had a bow in the middle, right between my breasts, and it was strapless. If he pulled on the strings, it would just fall to the floor. It was also pretty tight. It made my breasts look larger than they are. I'm not insecure about having smallish breasts; they're not all that small, but I know some men like breasts, the larger the better. I wasn't sure about what Bill liked, but I was what he was going to get. If he preferred women with big boobs that would be for him to find for himself. But this was his first time so I figured he wouldn't complain..

"The only thing holding up my bra is that little bow, right in the middle, between my tits. When you pull a string, my bra will fall to the floor. So untie it now." He swallowed hard again and with hands that were noticeably shaking he untied it and it just fell by gravity to the floor. And there were my tits for him to stare at. Probably this was his first time looking at a woman's tits, unless he watched porn that is, which is not quite the same thing at all. You can't touch the tits you see on a screen, but he could touch mine.

"Look at my tits, Bill. Stare as much as you want. You can touch them if you want." After a minute or so I took his hands in mine and moved them up to cup my breasts. "Well, I want you to feel my tits, Bill. It makes me feel good for you to look at them and touch them." He was blushing and looked awkward. "Don't be ashamed of what you want or how you feel. I like thinking about you looking at my tits and wanting to fuck me." He was embarrassed because he did want me and he probably felt self conscious about staring at me. Also I realized he was embarrassed by his erection.

But I also realized he was afraid that I would not want him. He felt insecure about his own body. I had already had sex with two of his housemates, and he was wondering how his body would compare to theirs, how I would compare his body to theirs. He was afraid I wouldn't find him attractive, that I would be disappointed. I know of women who torture themselves that way, and who are tortured by men that way. It makes me angry. I was not going to let him think I didn't want his body.

"I will unbutton your shirt now, OK. It's only fair, right?" He gulped but he didn't try to stop me. I got his shirt off and started caressing him all over his chest, his stomach, his nipples. I wanted to make him feel attractive. I stared at him too, looking over his chest and walking around him and letting my hand glide over his skin. When I got all the way around, I turned my back to him. "Now Bill, reach your hands around me and take both of my tits in your hands and play with them. Play with them any way you want."

He took both of my breasts in his hands and just held them, squeezing each one gently. I reached up and took his right hand off my breast, took his thumb and forefinger and put my nipple between them. "Squeeze my nipple gently. Roll it between your fingers. Now do the same thing to my other nipple with your other hand." He did hesitantly at first but then like he was really enjoying it. "It really makes a woman feel good for a man to play with her tits this way. Remember that when you go out into the world and find another woman. Stand close enough that you can look over my shoulder and see my tits in your hands."

He moved in closer and whispered, "Yes." Then I took his right hand and moved it down between my legs and pressed it into my crotch. I let his hand rest there for a while and felt how hard his dick was against me.

Then I turned around and he stepped back a bit. "OK, now unfasten my pants and pull them down." I was wearing blue panties, dark blue, almost black. He was staring down between my legs. "Have you ever seen a woman's pussy, Bill? Not on a computer screen, I mean." He just shook his head. "Well, now you are going to see my pussy, Bill. Pull my panties down."

When he had them pulled them down I just kicked them away. Again I just stood there and invited him to stare at me totally naked. He was staring at my pussy like he was in awe, like he couldn't believe this was happening to him. It made me feel hot to be stared at that way by a man. It made me want to just fuck him right then. But this needed to be slow, at least as slow as he could stand. I pushed him to a sitting position on the bed and stood out just past his knees, so my pussy was right in front of his face. "Now you are looking at a woman's pussy. I am pretty typical, maybe bushier than some. Get your eyes full of me. It makes me feel hot to see you looking at me. It makes me want to throw you on the bed and just fuck. But take your time and just look at my body." I opened my legs a bit and raised my hands over my head so that I was stretched out full length in front of him. When he had stared at me a while, I took his hand again and pressed it against my mound. "Feel it, Bill. That is my pussy."

His mouth was open and he was breathing hard. "You need an anatomy lesson now. Let me show you where to touch." I opened my legs wider so he could see my clitoris between the labia. "Here are the labia, my pussy lips, and my vulva, and here in between the lips is this little button. That is my clitoris. Put your finger right here." I showed him exactly where. Then I put his forefinger in my mouth and got it good and wet. "Now move your finger over my clitoris, but gently."

It was so good. He could tell he was making me feel good. I let myself moan out loud with pleasure. I wasn't faking it either. "If you are very nice to my clitoris it will give me an orgasm, though it might take a while. When you do find another woman you want to fuck, be nice to her clitoris and she will give thanks she found you." I let him touch me for a while and then I moved his finger down to my vagina. "This is my vagina, where your penis will go. I want you to slide one of your fingers inside my vagina." He pushed his finger in very tentatively. "You can go a lot further than that. Push further in. That's good. If you get in far enough you will find my G spot and I will go wild. Touching my clitoris, touching my G spot, I won't be able to say no to anything you want to do to me. I don't think any woman would want you to stop. But we will save the G spot for future lessons."

After just a minute, I said, "Alright Bill. I showed you mine, now you show me yours." He slid his finger out and stood up. "I will take your pants off now. I really want to see you naked. Especially your cock."

I unsnapped his pants and unzipped them. He was sucking in his stomach. He wanted me to not notice his weight. I pulled down his pants. His erection was well under way by this time and he put his hand in front of his penis like he was embarrassed to have an erection. But his hand couldn't hide this one. "You're dick looks like it needs to get out of there. Show me Bill. Show me your dick." I moved his hand away so I could see him without obstruction and gently pulled his briefs over the bulge his dick was making. He was blushing.

I looked at his dick for a while, letting him see me looking at him, letting him see how much I wanted him.. Looking at a man's penis makes me horny as hell, well every time I have gotten to look at a man's penis. His penis was average size, very stiff and curving up slightly. It was beautiful. "I love the way your dick looks Bill. Don't be shy about it. You have a great dick." I kissed the tip of his dick and he shuddered. I was thinking that if I took him all the way in my mouth he might cum, so I would save that for another week. I had been taking a risk going this slowly. Bill was lasting better than Ken had. He hadn't even lasted till I got him naked. Bill didn't seem on the verge of orgasm yet, but I didn't want to risk it. "Are you OK, Bill? Holding up OK? Are you getting close to cumming?"

He swallowed. "Uh, no, I am OK. I don't know."

"Did you masturbate last night? Or this morning?"

He was red as a beet now. "Yes. Last night. I couldn't help it."

"What were you thinking about while you were jerking off?"

He was too embarrassed to answer. "Were you thinking about me?" He just nodded his head. "Were you thinking about tonight, how we were going to have sex?" He was too shy to answer but he nodded his head again. "Good. You can think about having sex with me anytime you want. Like say tomorrow morning." Now I took his dick as far into my mouth as I could, slowly and gently, without too much tongue action. I didn't want to push him too far.

When I withdrew I said, "Let me know if I am going too fast or making you feel too good. I want to savor having sex with you as long as I can make it last. But if you do feel like you may not be able to control yourself, let me know so I will know what to do. OK?"

"Yes. OK."

So I looked at him a while, without touching him -- no sense in rushing things if I didn't have to. It was pretty clear that he wouldn't last long when he started to fuck me. That was all right. He'd do better in the future when he knew what to expect. It was his first time, after all. If I taught him well we'd get to the point we could fuck all night long. OK, maybe that is setting my sights too high.

I had him lie down on the bed. "I am going to straddle you and lower myself onto your dick. I want you to be looking at my body while you fuck me. I want you to see the whole thing, how your dick goes in and watch how my body is going to take you in. OK?"

I got over him and knelt above him with my pussy just above his dick. Then I put the tip of his dick right against my vagina and slowly lowered myself down on to him. He watched as his dick slid in to me, all the way in. He gasped as he felt his penis enter me, and when I was completely impaled on his dick his eyes rolled in pleasure. "Look at how far you are inside me, Bill." I had lowered myself all the way down. "Where do you think your dick comes to inside me? I think you come in up to here." and I touch the spot on my stomach that was just in front of where I thought I could feel his dick. "When you cum, Bill, this is where your semen will explode into me."

I wasn't sure exactly how to move my pussy around his dick. So I opted for simply moving up and down, letting him slide all the way in and then nearly taking him all the way out. It was good enough, apparently. Before many plunges, I could see by his face he was close. I had nearly let him all the way out when I could tell he was about to ejaculate so I pushed quickly all the way down and felt him cum inside me. I moved out a short way and down quickly to catch the next ejaculation, and then the next, until he was done. It is interesting that the facial expression a man makes when he ejaculates looks a lot like pain.

Then I sort of fell over on him and rested my head on his shoulders with his dick still most of the way inside me. He was breathing very hard, as was I. I had not had an orgasm, but I had not expected to. I figured Bill couldn't last long enough to give me one. But I meant what I had said to him about being his sex tutor. Every Wednesday I could give him another lesson. I would teach him all I knew, which wasn't all that much, but still. By the time a few months had passed he would know everything I knew about sex. And maybe have some confidence.

I sort of rolled off him and laid down beside him. "That was really good Bill. You felt perfect inside me. I am already looking forward to fucking you next week."

"Was it really? Good I mean. For you."

"Yes."

"As good as with the other guys?"

"Well, some of them have a lot more experience than you do. You were absolutely great for your first time, and every week will get better and better. You only need practice and I intend to make sure you get the practice you need. I bet none of them were as good as you for their first time."

"Really? You're not just saying that?"

"I am not just saying that. When I am done with you, you will be an awe to every woman you fuck. You have all the potential for great skills in sex. Any woman will be lucky to be fucked by you." After a few minutes of silence and just lying next to each other naked, I said. "How about me? Were you disappointed in me? I wanted your first time to be spectacular."

"Oh. It was spectacular. I am amazed. I had not even dreamed how good it could be."

"So you enjoyed fucking me?"

"Yes. I enjoyed it."

"Enjoyed what?"

"Huh?"

"I just want you to say it out loud."

"Uh, what do you mean?"

"I want you to not be shy about what we just did. I want you to say out loud, 'I really like to fuck you Linda'. Say it twice."

He was still embarrassed by sex. It was hard for him. He took a deep breath. "I really like to... to... to fuck you Linda." I waited. "I really like to fuck you Linda."

"Now say 'fuck' again."

"Fuck."

"Cause that is what you did to me. You fucked me. And you fucked me good. There will never come a time when you have not fucked me. That can't be taken away from us ever."

"No. It can't."

"Now say 'pussy' for me."

"Pussy for you." He giggled.

"Good. You're getting relaxed. Pussy. You have now looked at a woman's pussy, you have touched a woman's pussy. That will never not be."

"Yes, I liked it." I just stared at him. "I mean, I like your pussy. I like your pussy a lot."

"Now take your dick in your hand and rub it like you are trying to get hard again and let me watch." He did and I just watched him play with himself. "Now hold your balls for me. Move them around for me and let me watch." and He did. "I have seen your dick and your balls close up. You are never again allowed to be shy about me looking at them. OK?"

"OK."

"Good. Now let's turn off that lamp and go to sleep."

"Uh, sure. OK. I am not sure how much sleep I can get with you ... with a naked woman lying beside me though."

"Well, if you can't sleep in the middle of the night, I know things we can do. Just wake me up if you need to." I know I had decided to not sleep with the guys, just have sex and go back to my room, but this time it seemed important to stay. Rules are made to be broken, right?

He was exhausted and relaxed in a way he had probably never been relaxed since puberty. I don't think it took long for us both to fall asleep. I rolled over onto my side and let my head rest on his shoulder with my left hand and my left breast on his chest. It wasn't long before I drifted off. Sure enough, I woke at about 5 to see his penis erect and him wide awake.

"You should have woken me when you needed more." I reached down and wrapped my hand around his dick. "Let's fuck the usual way. You on top. Take me again." I rolled over on to my back and he lifted himself up to kneel at my feet. I opened my legs for him and he leaned over and put his dick right back in where he had been. He was slower this time. He was fucking me for fully five or ten minutes before I could feel him suddenly push as far in as he could and ejaculate inside me. His technique did not bring me to orgasm but it felt damn good just to be fucked. There were not as many ejaculations this time, of course. Once it was done, he sort of collapsed on top of me and we lay there like that.

"No point in going back to sleep now. Let's get up and take our showers and get our day going early. No one else is awake yet. I might even risk walking up to my room naked."

"But then the guys would know..."

"What? That you fucked me? I bet they will figure that out whether they see me or not."

I got up and gathered my clothes. Before I left I turned to him and said, "You did that very well, Bill. I am going to look forward to Wednesday nights. Think about what you want to do next week. I will do anything with you that you want. And I have some ideas myself." I started to leave. "Oh, by the way, if you masturbate this week, I hope you will remember all this that we have done." He blushed.

"Yes."

"Don't be embarrassed. Next Tuesday night or Wednesday morning take time to masturbate. It won't spoil anything for us later and we can last longer when we have sex. OK?"

"Yeah. OK."

Then I did walk out of his room naked. I went up to my room slowly. I almost hoped someone would be up early and see me, but no luck. I felt pretty good about the evening. And Bill did too. The next week I got my period, as I mentioned before and I gave Bill a blow job. A slow, thorough blow job. Week by week his confidence built up and he was a lot less shy. I also noticed in classes that he was a lot less awkward around other women. I felt good about what I was doing. I had used sex as a way of healing a damage ego. And enjoyed it immensely. Every week with Bill was better than the one before. By the end of the semester I had taught him everything I knew.

Seven

Every morning that first week I wondered how everyone would be acting. Half of the guys had had sex with me and half hadn't and so there were two classes of men in the house. I was interested in watching the dynamics between the two halves. It was the first time I had wished I knew more about psychology. There were two surprises on Thursday morning. One was that Bill was almost back to normal. He was maybe more talkative than usual, but I think that was to cover up embarrassment. It was encouraging. I thought my relationship with Bill would work out all right. It was Desi's turn with me this night and he seemed quieter than usual. Every once in a while I would catch him staring at me, sort of mooney eyed. I had been surprised that morning. When I came back from Bill's room and took a shower and as I was on my way out of my door to go down to breakfast, there was an envelope pushed under the door. It was a Valentine from Desi. I hadn't even thought about it being Valentine's day on Desi's first night with me. It was a cute card, and played something vaguely like guitar music, when you opened it, and he signed it "I love you".

At breakfast I thanked Desi and kissed him. Most of the other guys were there, and the two who hadn't been with me yet looked ... I don't know how they looked. The guys who hadn't been with me were trying to ignore the kiss.. Desi returned the kiss vigorously and smiled. "That was the first valentine I have ever gotten. Thank you."

"You never got a valentine before!?"

"Well, in Mrs Griffith's fourth grade every boy was required to give a valentine to every girl, so I got one then. It didn't seem to count though."

Thursdays were my busiest days this semester. I had noticed last year that I had some real talent for drawing. I had a journal I took on some of our field trips out to "nature", looking for rocks, birds, anything. I would draw sketches of the birds or animals I saw and they were really pretty good. My advisor told me to take some drawing classes to sharpen my observation skills so I signed up and Thursday afternoon was my drawing class, from one to five. I enjoyed it a lot; it was a welcome change from science and equations. I had also decided to take a water color class. It was very relaxing and my teacher was encouraging.

It was Desi's turn to cook that night and he pulled out all the stops. His mom was Italian and his dad was Puerto Rican, and when he pulled out all the stops you never knew what might happen. That night he made eggplant parmigiana. It was new to me. My parents were not adventuresome when it came to food. They didn't do ethnic anything, and weird looking vegetables were not on their grocery lists. They wouldn't even try pizza. That dinner Desi made was one of the most amazing dinners I had ever had. All the guys loved it as well.

When I went down to Desi's room that night he was playing guitar, just strumming random songs I think. He seemed in no hurry to get the festivities started and I sat down and enjoyed the music. He seemed to want to talk and ask me to tell him about myself. There wasn't much to tell, but then he asked me if I had ever had a boyfriend before.

So I gave him an edited version of how I met Gary and how much he meant to me.

"So he is not your boyfriend anymore?"

"Oh, it was never like that. He was my best friend and I still like him a lot. We hooked up last summer actually, but he lives in Chicago now so we didn't have much time together."

"By 'hooking up', what do you mean?"

"You are wondering if we had sex, aren't you? Well, the answer is 'yes'. He was my first. Actually my only until I met you guys. Oh, and one time with Jason, whom I didn't know."

He just kept strumming and looking thoughtful. Then he worked his way into some romantic songs. The one I remember was a James Taylor song, "You Can Close Your Eyes". I never listened to James Taylor much, except my parents did a lot. The words I remember are these: "Well the sun is surely sinking down, and the moon is slowly rising. So this old world must still be spinning round. And I still love you." In Desi's hands it was a beautiful song. He kept his eyes on me the whole time he was singing.

"That was beautiful, Desi."

"Not as beautiful as you, Linda."

He moved over to sit beside me on the bed. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known." A great line, but I just thought he was trying to be seductive. It was not something I could take seriously as truth. Then he started kissing me, gently and then more emphatically. I turned toward him on the bed to kiss him back. We were kissing for a long time. Sometimes his tongue would edge into my mouth. He was the most sensual kisser I had experienced and it was turning me on. When he sensed that I was getting more responsive and turned on, he lowered his hand to my left breast and touched me lightly through my shirt. He could tell that I liked it by the way I put my tongue in his mouth and leaned closer to him.

"May I unbutton your shirt, Linda?"

"Oh, please do!"

He unbuttoned my shirt and slowly pulled it back off my shoulders. I was not wearing a bra, so he had my breasts completely at his disposal.

"May I touch your breasts?"

"You don't need to ask!"

"But I should, I think." He began to massage my tits very gently, paying special attention to my nipples which he rubbed with his finger tips. My nipples were already hard and every touch of his made them more sensitive, more longing to be touched. I pushed my titties into his hands as he played with them. Then he leaned over and licked my nipples, very gently at first and soon he began to suck them. I laid back on the bed and he followed my tits down so he could continue to suck them. He sucked each one of my breasts for a long time, sometime holding just my nipple between his lips, sometimes trying to suck my whole breast into his mouth. What I liked best was when he would hold just my nipple between his lips and brush his tongue back and forth across it. By this time I was breathing harder and I felt my pussy getting wet.

His hand moved down to my pussy. "May I?"

"Oh, yes, yes. Absolutely."

He unsnapped my pants and unzipped them. Then he stood up between my legs and pulled my pants down. He was surprised that I wasn't wearing panties either. When I was lying there naked he just stared at me for a long time, eating me up with his eyes, like he wanted to fall on me and fuck me as fast as he could. But he didn't. He moved slowly, calmly, in an obvious effort at self control. I could see the outline of his penis in his pants. He brushed the back of his hand across my pussy hair. "I am very glad you do not shave, Linda. Your pussy is beautiful."

Then he knelt between my legs and pressed his face against my pussy. His tongue was exploring all around my clitoris, but without making direct contact. Then he would kiss all around my pussy and then go back to licking again. Finally, when I thought I couldn't stand it any longer, his tongue finally touched my clitoris. That was the most thorough eating out possible. His tongue explored me over and over and over. He rolled his tongue and pushed it inside my vagina a little and then went back to licking my clitoris. I don't know how long this went on, but there came a time when I had gradually spiraled up to the most dramatic climax I think I have ever had. I keep saying that about orgasms, but orgasms keep getting better if you have good lovers.

The whole time I was convulsing with my orgasm he kept his tongue firmly against my clit and that just kept it going longer than it would have. As I subsided, he just kept his tongue motionless against me. I guess he was giving me a rest, because when he could tell I had come back down, he just flicked his tongue gently and it could have knocked me off the bed. The second orgasm did not take as long as the first. I was ready, half way up to climax already. He opened his mouth wide and put my whole mound inside his mouth with his tongue going wild over all of my pussy. I came again, not as high as the first time, but close, and every time I started to come down he would start up again. It was so much I wasn't sure how much more I could take. But Desi was so in tune to how I felt that he could tell when I reached my limit. One more orgasm and I might have lost consciousness. Just how many orgasms can a woman have?

This time he let me come all the way down. "May I take you now?"

I could barely answer him. "Yes, Fuck me as long as you want!'

He stood up again between my legs and slowly undressed. I watched him eagerly. I wanted to see that penis that was going to take me. When he stood there naked between my legs, I opened up wider for him and said, "Come on in."

I expected him to rush in to fuck me but instead he laid down beside me, facing me. "Turn on to your side and face me." By this point I would do absolutely anything he wanted. "Now, lift your left leg and I will enter you. I want to look in your eyes while I take you." I could feel his penis hard against me and when I lifted my leg up, he moved so that his penis was just next to the entrance, and he pushed inside very slowly. Once he was all the way in, he said, "Now relax your leg so it rests on your other leg and squeeze me tightly between your legs.."

We were joined together, dick to pussy, as tight as could be, face to face. As he pushed his penis inside he would kiss me, and as he withdrew his penis he would kiss me again, and all the time he was looking into my eyes. In and out he went and as he got closer to cumming, the more insistent his kissing became. I opened my mouth so he could put his tongue in and out, and his tongue alternated with his penis is coming inside me.

It was a slow fuck. I wondered if I might be able to cum again, but I didn't. The pleasure of it was so great I felt like I was on the verge of orgasm the whole time, but I just didn't have the energy left to do it. Then he suddenly pulled his face back and whispered, "I am very very close."

"Good."

"May I cum inside you? I have a condom right here if you want me to use it."

"No need. I am taking the pill. I would like to feel you cum in me."

"I didn't want to be presumptuous."

And he went back to fucking me in earnest, plunging in harder and faster. He pulled my face to him and stuck his tongue as far inside my mouth as he could, and simultaneously I felt the first jet of his semen inside me. He was in a hurry now. His dick that had been fucking me so slowly so long was now pushing in and out frantically as his orgasm swept him along.

Once he was done, we lay there side by side, conjoined, as we both came down. I liked lying there feeling his penis deep inside me, gradually losing its erection, but of course my vagina kept him pretty stiff. And I liked feeling my tits relax against his chest.

"You are a gentleman."

"No. It is just that I love you, Linda."

I was quiet for a while. "You remember that I said I did not love you in that way, right?"

"Yes, I remember. Don't worry. I understand. But I will win you over. I am patient. Give me time."

I wasn't sure what to say. I didn't want to end up breaking his heart, but he knew what he was doing. I was flattered that he wanted me that much. I was just afraid that it would end up being too painful for him. One thing was sure, he was good in bed. He had been making love to me, not fucking merely. It was much much more than fucking. He had been making love to me for way more than an hour. I got up slowly and got dressed to go back to my room. I don't know if it was a good idea or not, sleeping with the guys, but I didn't want Desi to get even more hopeful about what might develop between us. Bill was a different matter. He needed to get more hopeful.

As I was about to open the door, he said, "Linda, this is something I wanted to give you last week. When I asked you to marry me." He held out a box that was obviously holding a ring. "I won't offer this to you now. But I am hoping to convince you eventually that the man you really want is me. I am willing to wait to see if you can learn to love me the same way I love you." The ring was simple, an emerald in a thin gold band. It was beautiful. Desi had good taste. Then he put the box and the ring away in his desk.

So it was going to be complicated with Desi as well as with Ken, but I felt that Desi knew what he was doing whereas Ken was sort of lost. That first week was the pattern for my nights with Desi. He always had a gift for me. Several times it was flowers. Sometimes little gifts of jewelry that I hoped were not too expensive.

The second week, like I mentioned before, I was having my period, so I offered to give him a blow job. He smiled at me and said, "I have a good idea that I have been saving up, instead of a blow job. Take off your shirt and your bra, and I will kneel above you and when I cum it will cover your breasts. Would that be OK?"

I remembered very clearly, two years previously, Gary and I had done something very much like this. I knew that I would like a repeat of that time. Instead of answering, I took off my shirt and my bra and laid down before him. He stripped and knelt over me, much like Gary had done.

"I would like you to touch me, Linda, if that is OK. I would like to watch you take me."

"Sure." By this time I had had some practice with playing with a man's penis so I was confident I could do a good job. So there I was staring up at a penis that had very pointed intentions. He gave me some vaseline as a lubricant but I don't think it was necessary. I played with him, and held his balls in one hand while the other hand rubbed his penis. The whole time I was thinking about the previous week. This was the penis that had fucked me last week. And I remembered how his cum had felt inside me. Now I would get to see with my own eyes exactly what he had done inside my pussy. It made me hot to think of it.

It didn't take me long to get him there. He had positioned himself so that his dick was aimed between my tits, and I moved his penis so that the next ejaculations hit my breasts in various places. I intended to pull him down against me as I had done with Gary, but as soon as he had finished squirting all over my tits, he reached down with his right hand and touched his own semen. At first I thought he was going to taste it, but his finger started moving across my chest, through the pools of semen.

"I am writing on you with my semen."

"What are you writing?"

"I am writing 'I love you' with my semen. I think there is enough that I could write it twice." And he did. One across my right breast and another time across my left breast. It was the most romantic thing any man has ever done to me. When he had finished writing on me, he looked at his handiwork. Then he took a stray blob of semen on his index finger and offered to let me lick it off. Which I did.

"Do I taste as good as the others?"

"Yes, you do. I love the taste of your cum." He gave me another finger full and I pulled him down to my chest so squeeze his cum between us, and he kissed me with his tongue. There was nothing squeamish about Desi.

I didn't bother to wipe his semen off my chest. I put my shirt back on, and my pants, and went back to my room, to my shower. I must say that I love watching a man's penis erupt when he has his orgasm. If you have never watched a man ejaculate, I highly recommend it. It is so dramatic, so obviously orgasmic, so filled with desire and ... lust, I guess is the word. You can see how much the penis needs to cum, how much it longs to cum. A man's orgasm is always worthwhile whether you are watching or swallowing or taking it in. Not to minimize my own orgasm, of course.

Desi only lasted to the end of the semester. By final exams he was convinced that he would not win me over despite his best intentions. I don't think he was too broken up by it. He wanted a wife, I guess like Ken did, but Ken was practical, not romantic. Ken wanted a life partner. Desi wanted a life long love. When the summer started, Desi moved out and my group marriage was down to four men. I lost track of him after that. I believe he did find the love of his life eventually and lived happily ever after, though I know few people do.

Eight

The next day I detected no difference in how Desi behaved. He had always been courteous and attentive to me and that was how he remained. He really was trying to win me over and instinctively he knew that any sign of jealousy on his part would only drive me away. Now it was Friday, and I had almost gotten through my first week with the guys. Tonight it would be time to have sex with Matt. Desi knew that, of course, but he didn't let me see any sign that he felt other than friendly toward Matt.

What a strange thing it is to have sex with so many men, night after night. And each man has his own unique way of fucking. The four men I had had so far were so different from each other, and so I knew how totally unpredictable having sex with Matt would be.

And these guys were all so different. I had Ken, the fundamentalist who wanted to have sex but was too handicapped by his beliefs. Then there was Nick, who was just a free spirit and seemed to have no particular inhibitions or insecurities. Third was Bill, who was as insecure as a man could come, timid, afraid, up-tight. And the most recent, Desi, who was genuinely in love with me and seemed to be a professional at love making. I mean that in a good way. So what would Matt be like? One of the others? Maybe every man is unique sexually. Anyway, I liked having sex a lot and each night was an adventure. I was looking forward to Matt. I found myself looking at him during the day, trying to imagine him without clothes, trying to imagine what he would like to do. I might add that as I was gaining more experience with men's cum, that every man tastes different. I know I still did not have very many men in my statistical sample, but I'm not trying to be scientific about this.

I could tell beforehand that Ken and Bill were virgins. Bill was so acutely shy around women that I knew he didn't have any experience. Ken I knew from church and how much he believed in the doctrine we had been taught, no sex outside of marriage. Also I was not surprised that Nick and Desi were already acquainted with women. Matt was more of a mystery. He was a snappy dresser, unlike the rest of us in the house. He didn't exactly wear a suit to classes, but it was pretty close. When he went out sometimes, (to where he did not tell us) he would almost invariably dress in a suit, and his tie was not a snap-on. He was practiced at being the well-groomed man about town. He would give a short bow to me, in greeting or in leaving. It wasn't a deep bow or anything, nothing weird, hardly more than a nodding of the head. And he never argued. The other guys would get into some fantastic debates, which I personally loved to participate in. But while Matt would occasionally throw in a remark, he was never passionate about the issues (usually environmental ones) like the others. It wasn't because he didn't have strong opinions about things. It was just that he did not enjoy arguing. I found out, as I got to know him, that he was more interested in success, making money, having good stuff of the best quality.

So I was totally surprised when it turned out Matt was into bondage. Matt had been out all afternoon and had gotten back late enough to miss dinner. He came while we were eating and carried some packages to his room. He was one of the guys whose bedroom was on the first floor. After he had stowed his packages he came in to dinner and played catch up on the food.

Matt was looking excited and I assumed his excitement was anticipation of me. That turned out to be true. He just nodded to me when he first came in, though, smiling his characteristic little smile, like he had secrets. As usual I went down to his room at about 9 o'clock. When I knocked and he opened the door for me, he was still dressed up with some papers spread out on his desk. I had worn one of my nicer dresses to match the dressed up mood he seemed to prefer. It was a nice dress with, I must say, a great neckline. It was designed to show off my breasts without actually showing them, to make men look and want to see more.

"Come in, come in. I am so looking forward to our evening." That was a promising start. There didn't seem to be any nerves about having sex. He must be pretty experienced. I decided to start with my usual question.

"So, why did you propose to me last week? Are you in love with me too, I assume."

He smiled and took his time answering. "I proposed to you because I want to marry you. I don't know about being 'in love'. I have never been in love before so I don't know how that would feel. But you are great."

"Ah. But why me? Why would you want to marry me specifically? What does marriage mean? To you."

Again he took his time answering. "This will sound... the opposite of romantic and I hope you don't feel put off. You don't seem like the romantic type to me. Too practical. To me marriage is a bit like a business arrangement."

Now that surprised me. "Maybe you should explain."

"Well, I plan to be a business man. A rich business man. I want to marry someone who will be a credit to me among my associates, whoever they may be. Someone attractive. Someone who can converse intelligently on a wide variety of subjects. Someone I can admire and who will admire me. Someone who will enjoy the good things in life, as I will, and who can help me get them. For us."

"Definitely not romantic, as you said. You sound like an aristocrat looking for a proper wife, like in those Victorian novels. Or a king seeking a good marriage alliance."

"Yes. I suppose that is a good comparison. I hope I make it sound less ... calculated than that. I intend to be a great man and I will need a great wife to accompany me. And of course, there is a need to be sexually compatible. You seem likely to be perfect in every way. I guess we will find out about the sexual compatibility part tonight."

I was a bit surprised. What did I know about "society"? I thought of myself as socially awkward, a little too blunt for societal norms, with a taste that was closer to MacDonald's than French cuisine. I didn't actually care that much for money as long as I wasn't homeless or starving. It surprised me that I did find the idea of an upper middle class life appealing on any level. Still, money is a nice thing. So far the idea of being a stripper or a porn star were the only professions I had considered in my wild moments, so the idea of not having to choose a profession had some appeal.

"Of course, sexual compatibility is yet to be seen. I imagine we will discover in the coming weeks just how compatible we are. I certainly hope we are because I consider you very beautiful."

I wondered exactly what he meant by sexual compatibility. Beyond the obvious male and female parts fitting together, that is. I like the way male parts fit in to my female parts, but obviously he meant more.

"OK. I am flattered, I think. Though I am not prepared to give up the whole being in love ideal yet. What do you have in mind for tonight then."

"This is all your choice, of course. But what I would ask you to do is let me tie you up."

"Oh." As usual, I did not see this coming. "You are interested in BDSM stuff?"

"Yes. I don't know much about it. Yet. But I am part of a group that meets weekly to do bondage type sex. We even have an instructor who is taking us into it deeper, a little at a time. I think it is better to get into it gradually, and not just plunge in. From the outside, it might look kind of scary. You might like it and you might hate it. I thought that tying you up would be a slow start to it. Next week you can tie me up. We can just try different things and see what we both like."

I was thinking that there was a definite part of me that felt turned on by the idea. On the other hand, a slow intro to it sounded good. There was also something scary about the idea. It made me nervous and excited, like my one time having anal intercourse had made me nervous and excited. Like letting people watch when Gary fucked me the first time had made me nervous and excited. Mind you, this was before the 50 Shades book had made BDSM more mainstream.

"OK. I am willing to try, I think. Are there rules? I don't know anything about this. Except if pain is involved, I am not interested.."

"OK. Sure. Well, the first thing is to choose a safe-word, a word that you can say and that will immediately cause me to stop whatever I am doing. You should feel safe at all times. Any suggestions for a word that makes you feel safe just to say it."

"Yes. Gary."

"I'm sorry?"

"The safe word should be 'Gary', if that is OK with you."

He thought about it for a while and then smiled. "I assume this Gary was a former lover of yours? Someone you trusted absolutely."

"Yes. He was my first - "

"Are you in love with him still?"

"Oh, no. I was never in love with Gary. He was my best friend and we had sex. And I still consider him my best friend."

"That is very enlightened of you. I am encouraged."

"So how do you want to proceed?"

"There are two different ways I could tie you up. First I want to tie your hands to the bed frame above your head, and then your feet to the corners of the foot of the bed. I will tie the scarves in a knot that is easily untied if you desire to be released at any point."

"OK. Now a condition pops into my head."

"Yes?"

"Next week, I will tie you up and give you a similar treatment."

He smiled. "I was actually going to ask you to do that at some point. OK, it's a deal. If you find you enjoy this, we can try out other things in the future. I tend to be a dominant but I have no reluctance switching my role to the submissive."

"Good."

"I will start by removing your clothes. If you are comfortable with this, I will keep my clothes on for the moment."

"Yes. That sounds good."

"Just stand there then and I will undress you." He took his time. First my shoes, which were loathsome high heels which I only wore because they looked classy. He put them neatly beside his desk. Then he unbuttoned my dress. There were a few buttons along the front and a button on each shoulder. He let the dress fall down and then he picked it up and folded it neatly on his desk. There I was, standing in my underwear. Now he moved me over so that I was standing in front of the mirror on his wall away from the desk. It was a large mirror so that I could see nearly my whole body standing there. He unsnapped my bra and lowered it slowly to expose my breasts, which are big enough that they hang down just a little. He put the bra on top of my dress behind me. Then he slowly pulled down my panties and let me step out of them. By this point I was breathing hard. I do love it when a man is looking at me naked. It is what made me briefly consider what it would be like to be a stripper. The idea of taking off my clothes to a room full of men really turns me on. But being naked for one man is a turn on too and I found that it made it more of a turn on that I could see myself. I could see my naked body sort of through his eyes, see what he was seeing. I wish we could have had some telepathic connection so that I could read his thoughts, feel his desire, feel what he was thinking when he looked at me naked.

He reached around me and ran his hands gently over my chest, not just my breasts, but all around my breasts, across my stomach, He did that for a long time but lingered more and more on my breasts and nipples. It was so arousing. Then he pinched my nipples, not too hard to hurt but hard enough it really turned me on. I watched his hands play with me while he did it and that made it more erotic than ever. I could see his eyes fixed on my tits like I was some... I don't know - expensive sports car he wanted to take out and drive. I've seen men look at fancy cars that way. He wanted to own me, to take me and do with me whatever he felt like.

Then he slowly slid his right hand down and covered my pussy. I felt his hand touching me and saw it at the same time and started breathing a bit raggedly. Then he pushed his fingers between my legs, forcing them apart, and cupped my vulva. He arranged his fingers so that I could feel one of them just grazing my clitoris, and then he curled two of his fingers upward and pushed them inside my vagina. When he moved his fingers around inside me I thought I would cry out. Too bad a penis can't move that way. After a moment, letting me feel and watch his fingers working on me, he repositioned his hand so that he could thrust his fingers as far inside me as they would go. Looking for my G spot. And it didn't take him long to find it. I nearly screamed with the pleasure. I wanted him to touch me like that forever.

But he withdrew his fingers before I got very close to cumming. Now he walked over to his desk and took out a long silk scarf, a red one, from the bottom drawer. At least I thought it was silk.

He walked around me slowly, letting one hand brush against me as he did so, across my buttocks, my stomach, my breasts. "You are just as beautiful as I hoped you would be." His hand just barely touched me. When the back of his hand brushed lightly against my nipple it was just electric. He let his other hand lightly brush across my pussy hair. "If it is OK with you, I am going to blindfold you." I nodded assent and he did so. That was disappointing because I had so much been turned on by watching him play with me, but I found out that being blind was erotic in a whole different way. There was the necessity of trust and the feeling of vulnerability. And there was a heightening of the other senses. I was especially sensitive to his touch. What felt good when I could see him do it, felt great when I couldn't see him. He could do anything to me that he wanted and I wouldn't see it coming. "I am going to bring you over to the bed and tie your hands to the two corners at the head of the bed. Then I will tie your feet to the two corners at the foot of the bed." He picked me up in his arms and carried me over to the bed and laid me down gently. I felt him tie me up securely. "Comfortable?" I nodded. I was spread out before him and he could look at any part of me he wanted, touch me anywhere he wanted, do anything at all to any part of me.

"I have complete access to every part of your body. I can do anything to you and you wouldn't be able to stop me. Can you feel my eyes devouring you?" I just nodded. Being blind, I felt even more naked than I had before. My pussy felt hot. My whole body felt hot.

I heard some rustling but wasn't sure what he was doing. Perhaps taking off his clothes? Perhaps in the darkness there was a penis getting hard with wanting to fuck me. Then I felt something sort of feathery, which he moved all over my naked body, tickling me just a little. And then I felt him climb onto the bed. I could tell he was reclining beside me. Then there was something hard, and wet, touching my hip. Was that his penis? All of my senses were at a peak. It moved up my hip and beside my stomach. Now I knew it was definitely his penis. I could feel his leg swing over me and his penis -- I knew it was his penis now -- was on my stomach. I could feel his balls and he slowly moved his whole body up until his penis was between my tits. He rubbed his penis between my tits like he was going to jerk off on me, like he was fucking my chest.

There he began to sort of swing his body across me and I could feel his penis tracing out the swell of my breasts, making sure that the tip of his dick lingered on my nipples. Each time he reached one of my nipples he would move his dick up and down across it, like he was masturbating on my breast. He went back and forth several times giving each tit the same treatment. By this time I was straining against the ribbons tying me down. I wanted to grab his dick, pull him to me. I wanted to be fucked hard. It made me want him more that I couldn't move my arms around him.

After a few minutes of playing with my tits he moved his dick further up my body, nearing my face. Now he did the same kind of thing with my face, just letting the tip of his penis touch my lips, then move over to the side along my cheek and to my ears. He pushed his dick up the side of my face and above my ear so that his balls were hanging down onto my mouth. I strained upward, trying to kiss his balls, trying to suck his balls, but he didn't let me. Instead he move back across to the other side of my face until his balls were again against my lips. Finally, finally he moved back down and pushed his dick into my mouth, forcing my mouth open and pushing in as far as his dick could go. If I hadn't been prepared I would have choked, and even so I gagged and he had to pull out. Then he basically fucked my mouth, in and out, and I took it. I wanted it. When he pulled his dick out of my mouth, he pulled it all the way out and I would strain my head forward to keep it in. Then he would push it back.

Now I want to explore your pussy. He kissed my mouth where his dick had just been, pushing his tongue in very far. My tongue leapt back at his, and our tongues were wrestling with each other. Then he let his body down gently on to mine, with his dick very near my pussy, and began kissing me everywhere, slowly getting lower and lower. He reached my tits and kissed all around them and bit gently on my nipples. After a while he resumed kissing lower down my body, headed toward my pussy. Getting there he kissed all around, found my clitoris, kissing everything. Then he lifted his body up and moved down so that he was kissing my thighs, slowly working his way back up to my pussy again. My whole body was straining to meet him. He got back to my clitoris and I was closer than ever.

He lifted his head up again. "I am looking at your clitoris, Linda. Feel my eyes on you." Oh, I did. I did!

"Now I want to fuck you." He laid down again so that his stomach was pushing against my pussy and he rubbed his stomach against my pussy. Then he slowly moved up so that his dick would be near its target. The whole time he was edging up my body he kept contact between his body and my pussy. And then his dick was right beside my opening. My legs were tied so that my whole pussy was open and waiting for him to do anything, anything, but I was just hoping for his penis to suddenly thrust inside. I have never wanted anything so much in my life as to be fucked right then.

I was twisting and trying to get out of my ties so I could push my pussy onto his dick. I would impale myself on him. I would make him fuck me. And suddenly, suddenly, he plunged into me as far as his dick would go. All the way in. I almost screamed it was so good. He held his dick far far inside me, and then pulled out until he was just outside, waited a second, and plunged back in suddenly as far as he could go. It was a very slow, very deep fuck. I was already so close to the edge, that he only had to plunge in to me maybe a five or six times. I think it made my orgasm that much better that I could barely move. The whole orgasm was inside me. I was shaking uncontrollably but unable to let it out into my arms, my legs. The whole orgasm saturated me and I was unable to let it out. It echoed back and forth inside me, building up greater and greater until I should have exploded, but couldn't. And while my orgasm was going on, he kept up the rhythm of plunging all the way in, almost out, all the way in, almost out. It just fed my orgasm so it never subsided. On and on and on until I thought I would faint, so much pleasure it was like pain itself and I wasn't sure I could stand it but couldn't get away. And then I felt him cum. This time, as his cum squirted out inside me, he stayed inside, moving only a slightly while ejaculation followed ejaculation. Even feeling his ejaculation would push me back into the orgasm. I wanted to scream Maybe I did but I don't know. Finally though he was spent and collapsed on top of me, lying there on me and both of us breathing like we had run a marathon.

When he had recovered, he took the blindfold off my eyes and untied me. I was too wobbly to sit up, much less stand up. We didn't talk for a long while.

"Wow!" was all I could say.

After a while, he asked me, "What do you think? You want to try some more of this kind of thing?"

"Absolutely, yes!"

"You never said 'Gary'."

"No I did not. I almost did. That orgasm was so long and intense that for a while I thought I couldn't stand for it to continue. But I didn't want to stop it either."

"What do you think Gary would think about us doing this?"

"I don't know. Next August when I see him I will ask him."

"You'll tell him about this? About all of us?"

"Yes. I think he will be pleased. And maybe surprised."

"What does he do as a job?"

"He's a journalist. He does sex stuff on the side."

"He's a sex worker?"

I thought about it. "I guess he is, more so these days than when we met."

The night was getting pretty late by this time and I got ready to go.

"I was hoping you'd stay the night."

"No. Not tonight. Perhaps next time. We'll see." He kissed me good night, a really good kiss.

The next week I was planning to tie up Matt, but that whole second week was complicated by getting my period. It still worked out, though. I tied Matt to his bed and blindfolded him. I knelt above him and let my tits hang down into his face and moved back and forth so that he could try to catch my nipples as they went by. I had taken off my shirt so I rubbed all of my chest against his dick.

I was going to give him a hand job, but then I decided I wanted to taste him, so I sucked him off where he lay. As he got close he tried to push his dick upward into my mouth further, and when he came I took the first jet in my mouth, and let it run back out onto his dick. As each ejaculation came I let it up my mouth and run back out again. His dick was completely covered by his cum. I licked some of it off him when he was finished because I wanted to swallow some of him. I don't understand women who don't like to swallow the cum. To each his own I guess. I had tasted his cum but I wanted to eat him up. I took his blindfold off and let him watch me clean him up. I licked fair amount of his cum off his dick and then used my bra to clean his cum off his dick. When I had cleaned him off as well as I could, I put my bra back on. "I want to take some of you back with me to my room. A bra makes a good purse in this case."

In coming weeks, we tried different things. Once he tied me to hooks in the ceiling. And there were other things we did. Mostly I was surprised at how much I liked it. Having sex with Matt was so different from having sex with any of the others. I can't say I liked sex with Matt more than I like it with the others. I was just different. I had no idea there were so many ways to have sex. Now there was only one guy left to have sex with -- Derek. The only one who did not want to marry me. I was wondering how exactly he would be different from the ones I had had already. I could hardly wait to find out.

Nine

Typically on Saturdays we all just scattered in various directions doing what we needed to do, either cram for tests or try to find a way to relax and not cram for a test. There were household chores to be done. Most of the guys seemed sheepish, even embarrassed around me. I guess I really had been pretty loud last night. And I found that I wasn't able to keep my mind off of it. Now, it is true that my orgasms last night were some of the most intense I have ever had, and being fucked while I was tied down on Matt's bed was amazing, but that was not what I had mainly been thinking about. I had been thinking about Matt taking off his clothes while I was tied down and then touching all over my body with his dick. I remembered feeling his dick rub against my titties and imagining how it would have felt if he had cum all over my tits while I was blindfolded. Gary had cum all over my tits too, eighteen months ago and I remembered it vividly. But then Matt had moved his dick up to my face and not only did he push it into my mouth, but he also held it against my face and then his balls by my lips. I was thinking what it would have felt like if he had cum on my face. I have had cum on my face more or less accidentally before, but what if he had sprayed it all on my face? Sometime I was going to get one of the guys to do that. Saturday nights I was scheduled to be Derek's "fuck buddy".

Now Derek was an enigma. He usually went to church, but not to the one Ken and I went to. He was in a more mainline denomination than Ken or I had been raised with. But Derek kept his thoughts to himself. I don't think Derek would have been comfortable in our congregation. Being one of the very few black people in town, there was probably always an under-current of racism. Our church would have welcomed Derek, and behaved in a friendly manner toward him, but underneath I don't think they would ever accept a black person as a full Christian brother.

Also Derek was an enigma as the only guy in the house who didn't want to marry me. That actually made me more comfortable. I had no intention of getting married. I know I was having pre-marrital sex left and right and all I had been taught went contrary to that, but I really felt at peace about it. I don't think I was rationalizing just having fun. I wasn't promiscuous, or it didn't seem so to me. I wouldn't just go out and have sex with every sexy man that I met. But these guys were different. I had come to care about them and it just seemed natural to want to have sex with them. I respected them. In a way I loved them. But what was Derek thinking about the whole thing? He had not raised any objections when I put him down for sex on Saturday. And now in my fantasies I knew what I wanted to do with him. Or to him.

It was a good Saturday, sunny and mild for February, so I had spent the day at the local park doing sketches with colored pencils. Art really helps me relax, but thinking about sex with Matt and anticipating sex with Derek kept me from relaxing like I intended to. At one point I caught myself doing a quick sketch of what Derek looked like naked, in my imagination since I'd never seen him naked. I made dinner on Saturdays and truthfully I am not a good cook. I did dinner from cans and boxes. No one complains, but no one is eagerly anticipating my dinners either.

At 9 o'clock I went down the stairs from my room to Derek's room, the one at the end of the hall. I knocked on the door and he said to come in. He stood up from his desk and turned to face me. So I just walked right over to him without saying anything, knelt down in from of him and pulled his pants and underwear down. He was wearing pajamas with an elastic waist band so it was easy to do. His dick was still limp so I just sucked his whole dick into my mouth, all the way to his balls. I held his dick in my mouth and let my tongue play with him, swirling all around his dick and rubbing underneath.

Instantly his dick responded to my tongue. It stiffened under my tongue surprisingly quickly. I like watching a man's penis get erect, but even more, when I have the opportunity, I like to feel his penis expand in my mouth. Usually the men get hard before I do much to initiate it, so if I am going to suck him till he is hard I have to be pretty quick. I was determined to hold his dick all the way in my mouth until it was fully engorged, no matter how big it got. I wanted to give him a full erection only using my tongue. By the sounds he was making, it must have felt good. Pretty soon it began to be a challenge to keep all of him in my mouth, but I just managed it. I have never had so much penis in my mouth at one time, and I have given a few blow jobs in my checkered past, as I may have mentioned. He was uncircumcised, but as his dick got fully erect, the foreskin was completely withdrawn. I felt it moving back from the head of his dick as I played with him. I felt both his hands on the back of my head.

When he was all the way erect I pulled away and looked at him. Then I said, "I am going to suck you off and when you are ready to cum I want you to tell me. I'll swallow your cum if you want, but what I really want is for you to shoot your semen all over my face. If you warn me in time I will pull back and catch your cum with my face. Is that OK with you?"

"If that is what you want."

"It is what I want. I have been planning this most of the day."

"Do you do this to all the guys?"

"No. This is my first time. I mean I have given blow jobs before. But not one like what I am planning now."

"OK. Do whatever you want to do. I will be your man toy."

So I started sucking him again. I would try to suck his whole dick into my mouth, sometimes slowly and sometimes just plunging him in fast. I didn't have any particular method that I used. I just tried to play with him any way I felt like and whenever he responded to something I did, then I did it again. It felt natural to use my hands also, so I caressed his balls with one hand and used the other to squeeze his dick and rub it along with my mouth thrusting. I played with his dick for a long time. I wanted to make it last, so whenever it seemed like he was getting close, I would slow down, even withdraw, until he subsided a bit.

I don't know how long it took to make him cum. Time seemed to just stop and it was me and his dick and my tongue and my deep deep desire for his cum. I wanted to suck it all out. I wanted it in my mouth and on my face and on my hands and everywhere. I just wanted his semen. I was sucking so vigorously that I got a little too strong and he signaled that I should be gentler. But eventually there came a time when I could tell he was getting close. I kept on flicking my tongue across the head of his dick until he told me. "I am going to cum really soon!"

I pulled back about an inch from the tip of his dick and flicked my tongue under the head of his dick and used my hands to massage his dick. I aimed him upwards, between my eyes. That was actually a bad idea. You don't want to get semen in your eyes. Lucky I had good reflexes. His first ejaculation was so fast that his cum nearly got in my eyes. I had just blinked when I felt something hot and thick and liquid hit my eyelid. I lowered his aim just a little and the next jet of semen went just under my left eye and then I turned his dick and the next ejaculation went just under my right eye. After that, in case he came again, I aimed him at my mouth and felt the hot cum hit my tongue. He was nearly spent and I took his dick into my mouth again to catch the last of his cum. I could feel the semen beginning to run down my cheeks, and some of it got down below my nose. When he was done cumming, I let his dick go and licked a bit of his cum that had dripped down to my mouth.

I didn't try to wipe any of his cum off my face. I stood up and let him look at what he had done, let him see his semen dripping down my face. And there was a lot of it. But then he did a surprising thing. He wiped up one stream of cum with a forefinger and when I opened my mouth he put it on the tip of my tongue and pulled me to him and kissed me, pushing his tongue as far in my mouth as he could. We played with his cum between our tongues, swirled it around and played with it. Then he did it again, using his forefinger to scoop up another glob of his semen, this time putting it his tongue to play with together. As we were kissing, a lot of his cum that was dripping down my face also got onto his face, but he didn't seem to care. I licked the cum off his face and he licked his cum off my face. After it was all cleaned up we kissed deeply and for a long time. Finally we pulled apart.

"I thought men didn't like to taste their own cum?"

"True. Most don't. But I do. One of my girl-friends sort of tricked me into it."

"Yeah? How?"

"She said she would give me a blowjob if I would taste my cum afterwards. I was so horny that I promised I would. And she did. And I did, but only because I had promised. Once a man cums, he is pretty much done and the last thing he thinks about or want is tasting his own semen. But she kept asking me to taste it and after a few times I got to where I liked it."

"Do you think you are bi?"

He thought about it. "I don't think so. At least, all the people I am attracted to have been women. When I fantasize about sex it is always with a woman."

"Well, it was so cool taking you like that. It made me feel like a porn star when you came on me."

"My old girlfriend would not let me cum on her face, but she held my semen in her mouth and then held me to my word and made me kiss her. Not just a little taste either."

"So how many girl-friends have you had?"

"A lot. I haven't counted them. But now it is your turn. I will take your clothes off and give you oral as well, since you have gotten things started in that direction."

"How long will it take you to, uh, recharge?"

"Not as long as you might think."

"Cause I want you to fuck me. Sometime tonight."

"It's a date. But I never leave a woman unsatisfied."

I just smiled at that. "I bet you don't."

"I will take off all your clothes and keep mine on, if that's all right. I don't know how shy you are."

"Not shy at all. I like men looking at me naked. I like it a lot. Every once in a while I imagine becoming a stripper."

"OK then." And with that he undressed me completely. It is always so thrilling, all the way down, to let a man see me naked. It has only been ten men who've seen me naked until Derek looked me over, not counting the two gay guys who weren't so much interested in looking at me as looking at the guy who was fucking me. Derek was really good at oral sex. His tongue was everywhere. He even curled up his tongue like a miniature penis and pushed inside of me. Not very far, but... wow. And he took his time doing it. I think he must have been eating me out for an hour, pushing me right to the verge of an orgasm and then holding his tongue perfectly motionless against my clitoris until I calmed down a bit and then starting up again. I thought I would go crazy. Then he finally pushed me over the edge and kept at it. That orgasm lasted a long long time. But he didn't stop when it was over. He just let me calm down and then he did it again. After three orgasms -- no kidding! - I pulled his head up off my pussy and hugged him against my stomach.

"I could do this all night if you want."

"Tempting. But I don't think my heart can stand it. In fact, I'm going to make an appointment with a cardiologist on Monday. Wowie Zowie. You are good!"

"So were you." After a little pause while he just rested his head on my stomach right above my pussy, he said, "I assume you are spending the night here."

"Yes. I have to stay until I get that fuck you promised."

"Well, then, let's go to bed and rest up a bit for round two. And we should get up in time for church tomorrow." Then he took his clothes off. And there was the penis I had been playing with, just hanging there. It was so cool. I love penises.

"It seems a little ironic to go to church after fucking all night."

"Oh, now you want me to not only fuck you but fuck you all night? You are an insatiable woman."

"I'm OK with that. Besides, I don't really buy into the whole purity culture thing we get at church."

"Obviously I don't either. But Ken does, I suspect."

"Yes, he does."

"How did Monday work out between you two."

"A lady does not discuss her male conquests. Suffice to say that we did as much as his conscience would allow."

"I am a little worried about him. Living in this house has to be hard on him."

"Yes. I will be very careful. We have discussed the theology of the purity culture quite a bit, but I am not very convincing, apparently. And it is really not my job to change his conscience."

"No, you're right there. You don't mind sleeping with a night light on do you?"

"Scared of the dark?"

"Maybe. But if I do wake up in the middle of the night I want to be able to see you."

"How can I say no to that?"

We laid down, spooning I think they call it. His left hand was cupping my breast and I could feel his penis against my leg. I thought it would be hard to fall asleep, but I was so exhausted that it was easy. What woke me up a few hours later was his penis. It was moving. Getting erect. And I could tell he was awake because he squeezed my breast.

"You recharged already?"

"Yes. I told you it wouldn't take long."

"How long has it been?"

"Nearly five hours since you took me."

"Sounds like it is time to fuck me."

"I was hoping you would say that."

I rolled over onto my back and his dick was harder by the second. I opened my legs for him and he climbed on top of me. "Just do what you want, Derek. Fast or slow. I have had enough orgasms for the night."

"I'll be as slow as I can be. I like it slow too. Prolong the pleasure." And with that he pushed his dick all the way in. He did go slow, letting his dick just rest as far inside me as he could for a few seconds, then pulling out and pushing very rapidly all the way in. It was glorious. I like the part where he was just holding his dick still inside me. I could feel the whole length of it. It took a long time to finish. I thought maybe I could orgasm again but I was too tired. Maybe the hundredth thrust, maybe the two hundredth, I don't know, it was so much fun being fucked that I didn't really keep count, I heard him say, "Here I cum." and he pushed as hard as he could as fast as he could and gave it all to me. I only felt two ejaculations, but not bad for only five hours of recharging. What I was most conscious of this time was how his balls swung against me when he pushed in. I hadn't noticed the guy's balls before when I was being fucked, but it made me feel even better noticing them. We were both exhausted when he had finished. Without even realizing it, we fell asleep with his dick all the way inside me. I was so comfortable and warm, even with his weight on me like a lot of heavy blankets. And when the alarm went off at seven he was still inside me and fucked me again without even shutting off the alarm. It shut itself off after two minutes anyway, about the time I felt his orgasm again. I did not know a man could have that much sexual stamina.

After he rolled off me, he asked, "So how many men have you had sex with?"

"You make number eight. Though one of them doesn't really count because I didn't really know him."

"You had sex with a stranger?"

"Not exactly. His name was Jason, He was the fiance of a woman who was there, and he and Gary -- my best friend - both fucked me at the same time."

I didn't know if I had shocked him or not. He didn't say anything. "So how many women have you fucked?"

"I don't know. Maybe a dozen. Like I said, I don't keep score."

"Have you ever fucked two women at once?"

"I had a threesome once."

"That is one more time than I have."

"A number of the women I've had sex with are from the church. My church, of course, but some women I think are from your church." That surprised me. "I won't tell you who. One of them just likes to give me a blow job and doesn't want anything else. She is saving her virginity, whatever that means exactly."

"How did you talk so many women at church into sex?"

"I didn't. They came to me and tried to seduce me. I didn't resist very hard."

"That sort of negates the whole purity culture stand. Any of them married?"

"No. I don't have sex with married women. I don't buy into the purity culture, but I do have a lot of respect for marriage. It is not my place to wreck a marriage. But an unattached woman who wants to play around, if she really wants to, I see no reason to say no. If it doesn't hurt her."

"I wonder why they do it? And stay in that church, I mean."

He was silent for a while. "It is a racial thing, I think."

"How so?"

"There is an idea among a lot of white women that black men are better in bed than white men. Even during slavery a significant number of wealthy white women would seduce their slave servants. It wasn't just the men who liked to dally with the slaves."

I was astounded. "You are kidding, right?"

"No. They seem to think that black men have bigger dicks than white men, that black men are sex crazed. And so on. So what do you think? I assume the other men who have fucked you were white."

"Yes, they were. And based on that pseudo-statistical sample I would say you are about average, the same as they are. You seem be more insatiable sexually than they are. Sex crazed might just fit you. And you are less inhibited. But of course you are the only black man who has fucked me and you were really good and all, but the white guys have mostly been really good too."

"I heard you last night with Matt."

"Yeah, Well I didn't mean to be that loud. He was good though."

"You don't have any favorites among us?"

"No. I do not play favorites with my harem. You guys have all been so different. I never know exactly what to expect when I go into the guy's room. Ask me again in a few months. When things are more routine and not awkward anymore."

"So what do you like best. What gets you in the mood to have sex? What turns you on right away?"

"Being naked. Watch a guy look at me. Watching his dick get hard while he is looking at me and imagining what he is thinking when he's staring at me. And then of course, anticipation."

"That's why you fantasize about being a stripper? You are basically an exhibitionist."

"Yes, I guess I am. At least partly. Gary was a thorough going exhibitionist. He was the main guy I was with back home."

"I don't know you very well. Yet. But somehow I don't think you would like being a stripper."

"No?"

"No. But you are getting into art these days, right? I bet they use nude models. And they pay. You should consider being one of them. It would at least be a safe place to take off your clothes."

I had never thought of that. "Oh. Maybe I will do that. You're right about them hiring models. It makes me feel tingly to think about it."

But we had to hustle to get ready for church and make it there on time. Ken joined me, as usual, but he didn't say much. He was finding the whole sexual rotation thing difficult to cope with. Derek walked with us part way but turned off toward his own church after a few minutes. He and Ken didn't talk, and Ken found it awkward to talk to me after Derek had left us. The rest of Sunday passed pleasantly enough. It was a nice day so some of us organized a picnic in the city park; it was very mild for a winter day. And there is always studying to do. No sex for me on Sunday night. It was a break on my schedule.

Ten

So that is the way my first week with my harem went and I mentioned how the second week went. It got less awkward as time went by. Ken left during the fourth week and Desi lasted till after finals. The other four guys and I became comfortable with each other and as far as I could tell there was no jealousy. This is a sexual autobiography, but realistically I can't describe every time I had sex. I could try to describe all my sexual encounters for the rest of that semester, but it does get repetitive to read about, though not boring or routine to experience. Approximately I had sex with these guys 50 or 60 times, but there was one more particularly memorable event right at the end of the semester that I want to describe in detail. There are a lot of different ways of having sex, of course, but the one I want to describe was a new and memorable one for me. Otherwise I will go on to a new chapter of my life.

After the first week, when I had my usual weekly lunch date with Andrea, I talked my "marital" arrangements with her. She opened the subject.

"So what did you decide to do with all your would be admirers? Are you going to marry one of them? Or what?"

"I decided to marry them all."

She puffed her cigar for a few seconds silently. "What do you mean?"

"We will have a group marriage. I'm going to have sex with each of them."

Her eyebrows went way way up, but otherwise there was no sign of shock or surprise. "So a polyamory sort of deal?"

"Yes."

"And you have started that already?"

"Yes."

"Are you telling me that you had sex with all six of these guys this week?"

"Yes. This week I had sex with all six of them."

"Well I'll be ...." she was speechless. "How's that working out for you?"

"So far, so good. It's only been one week, but I am optimistic. I set up a rotation for sex and posted it by the stairs. I think it is going to work out. Tonight it will be Ken's turn again."

"I don't know what to say. This is the first time I have been genuinely surprised in years. You are amazing to even try doing this." She paused and thought about it for a while. Her eyes were narrowed staring at me. "You know these kinds of marriages seldom work out well. I hear it usually ends with metaphorical bloodshed. But maybe you can pull it off." She ate a bit of her sandwich. "What does your church say about it?"

"Naturally, I am not going public with this whole thing. I am probably going to start attending church with Derek. That would make it easier on Ken, but I don't think Ken will tell on us in that church. I think he would be too embarrassed. But if he does, I will just deal with it. They are already a bit scandalized that I live in the same house with a group of men, but they have pretty much gotten over that now. It was above board all first semester so they are used to the idea even if they don't approve. They may suspect something, but they don't know anything. Yet. And they can't kick me out of the church if I leave."

"I don't know. Churches still have a lot of clout. If they are determined, they can make it very hard on you, damage your reputation even among the non-believers. Of course, you are not doing anything illegal, but they could accuse you of taking money from the guys. It could get nasty and it wouldn't matter if you were innocent since inflicting pain is their only goal."

"You're right. I was raised in churches like that so I can imagine what they could do. But if worst comes to worst I will make my stand as best I can. I don't think Ken would let that happen though. He doesn't feel comfortable -- yet - with what we do, but I don't think he would throw me to the lions. We shall see."

"I hope you are right. If worst comes to worst and you need help, that's what my team and I are there for."

"Thank you."

I had no idea when I talked to Andrea that Monday how bad it could get. The next few weeks were wobbly with Ken, and then he moved out and I did switch churches and hoped that everything would be quiet. Until some detectives came by the house to question all of us. Someone had given them an anonymous tip that I was a prostitute. They asked me the questions you would expect: did I take money for sexual favors? Did I get rent in exchange for sexual favors? Did men from outside of the house visit me for sexual favors?

Then they questioned each one of the guys and asked similar questions. But no one came forward with any evidence of wrong doing. Neither would Ken testify against me. In the end, they dropped the investigation. And of course I had not violated any laws. It was a great comfort to me that Andrea and her cohorts were ready to help if things went sideways, but it all quieted down after a few weeks and life went back to normal.

The sexual encounter I want to describe was the very last of the sex from my sophomore year, with Derek, on our last week together before everyone started summer jobs and things got complicated.

I went down to Derek that last Saturday, eagerly anticipating what we would do. Derek had a lot of stamina, as I noted above. It wasn't unusual for him to fuck me three times on the nights we got together, though those nights were rare. At the least I had grown to expect sex twice in the evening. But this last night Derek had another idea to try.

"Hey, Derek. Here I am."

He looked at me, undressing me with his eyes, like he would undress me later. "Yes, you are. I have plans for tonight, if you are agreeable to them."

"I will agree to anything your dick wants!"

"I was hoping you'd say that. I have been thinking. Remember when you asked me if I was bisexual?"

"Yes. Because you are the only man I know who is comfortable tasting your own cum. Not that I know a significant statistical sample of men."

"Well, I have been thinking about ... how I am willing to do it, to taste myself. I realized that it is more than willingness. I enjoy it. Even thinking about it can turn me on. And I got to wondering if I am bisexual. I have never been attracted to men, so there is that. But it just leaves me puzzled."

"How do you propose to find out?"

"It occurred to me that I have only tasted my cum occasionally. And sort of incidentally, like when I came on your face, or when I kissed you after a blow job."

I had walked over to Derek at this point and was hugging him while we were talking. I could feel his erection starting up. This conversation was getting him aroused.

"Yes?"

"I want to focus on tasting my cum this time. A lot of it. Of doing it for real, and thoroughly."

This sounded interesting to me. I didn't mind tasting his cum even a little, but I did wonder what he wanted me to do. "How shall we proceed then?"

"Here's my plan. I want you to lie on the bed. Naked. With your legs together. Then I will rub my cock between your legs and aim to ejaculate onto your pussy. And then I will take you. If that is OK with you."

"All right. I will go along with whatever you want. Carte Blanche."

So first I stripped off his clothes, and of course saw how his dick was as stiff as could be already. I wrapped my hand around his penis and then moved down to cup his balls in my palm. I knew this dick so well! Then he stripped off my clothes. His eyes stared at me, no longer needing to strip me. Now his eyes were fucking me. We walked over to the bed, hand in hand and I laid down on the bed. I opened my legs first just in case he changed his mind and wanted to ravish me while I lay there. But he didn't, so I closed my legs together and he lay down on top of me with his dick stretched out between my legs, a little below my pussy.

I knew that dick so well! Before he began doing anything, he moved down a little so he could suck my titties for a while. He sucks titties really well. I almost think I could have an orgasm just from him sucking my tits. I do have unusually sensitive tits, but he really knew how to work them. And it was turning me on, if I wasn't already, which I was. He gave a lot of attention to each breast. My nipples felt like they were getting as hard as his dick. Every once in a while he would move his dick, pushing on the top of my legs. I could feel the head of his dick where the ejaculation would come and I wanted it more and more.

When he had gotten me good and ready for anything and he raised his head up and said, "A little preview first." Then he went down on me and started kissing all around my pussy, the part he could reach anyway with my legs closed. It made me want to open my legs and push my open pussy against his face. But I didn't. I wanted to see what would happen next.

And what happened next was that he came back up and re-positioned his dick between my legs and began to hump me, thrusting his dick forward and backward like he was fucking my legs. Which I suppose is what he was doing. It felt glorious, but it was all I could do to stop myself from opening my legs and moving down and taking his dick in. But I didn't. I wanted to see what would happen next.

And not much happened for a while. He was using my legs to masturbate. I took him a while but it felt wonderful the whole time. What's there not to like, a man's dick rubbing against you? I could feel the head of his dick, where the cum was about to splash out against me. I wanted more, much more, but I just tried to relax and wait. He was breathing heavily before long and I knew to expect him ejaculating all over me. I knew what it would feel like, more or less. I knew his dick so well! And before I was even ready, he did. I felt that first jet of hot cum hit my pussy, hot and sticky. And then another. And then another. And I wondered how much cum he had. It must have been a lot. All over my pussy hair, and some running down into the crack between my legs.

When he was done ejaculating, he sort of collapsed on top of me and lay there breathing hard. "Now for what I had imagined." Even so I could tell he was hesitating, that he was wondering if he really wanted to do this, and I was wondering if he might change his mind. But he had decided to do it and he didn't want to chicken out, as it were.

So he slid back down, smearing some of his cum onto his stomach and chest until he had his face right above my pussy with all his cum all over it. He stared at the big pool of his semen, just staring. Finally he took a tentative lick at it. Then a bigger, more deliberate taste. And then he began to eagerly lick up his cum, all through my pussy hair, all around my legs where it had dripped down. It was a lot and it took some effort to get all that cum out of the hair down there, but he was giving it the college try. He was spiraling in toward the grand target, but before he got to my clit, while there was still a lot of cum just sitting there, he raised his right hand and with two fingers took as much cum as he could on his fingertips and thrust it into my vagina. It made me gasp with surprise. He pushed his fingers as far into me as he could and rubbed his semen all around inside me. And my mound was cupped in his palm, so his semen must have smeared all over his hand.

"Now you have my cum inside you. Technically then I have actually fucked you, right?"

"Oh, damn, yes!"

Then he went back to playing with my clitoris with his tongue, rubbing his cum into my clitoris with his tongue, tasting my pussy and his cum at the same time. It didn't take him long until I came as well. But he kept on licking me after my orgasm was subsiding, licking up all the semen he could find. And before he had it all, I came again. I have never been tasted by a man like that night since then. I have never been licked so thoroughly. He knew my pussy so well!

You might think his dick was limp by this point, after his own orgasm, but it wasn't. It was still partly erect, as if licking my pussy was bringing him back to life. He just lay with his face on my pussy, trying to recover from it all, and I was too.

"Wow. That was fun. For me. What do you think, Derek? Did you enjoy your cum as much as you thought you might?"

"Yes. Oh, yes. I really did. It even began to turn me on as I was taking it."

"So, perhaps you are bisexual."

"Or perhaps I am just weird. I would do that again someday. I am developing a taste for my semen."

"Well, I have long had a taste for your semen, as you know."

"I guess the question is, would I give another man a blow job? I don't know. No other man has made me feel horny, not like you do."

"You'll have to think about your feelings. What was it you were wanting as you were eating your semen?"

We fell asleep shortly after that, with his head resting on my stomach and his dick lying on my leg. When we woke up early in the morning, he fucked me properly, which is what I had been hoping. From then on, in the coming years, every time I gave Derek a blow job, I would hold his semen in my mouth and we would play with his semen together with our tongues. Or I would hold my face above his and let his cum drip down into his open mouth. Or some variation.

If you have never been with a man who would play with his own cum with you, don't miss the chance. It adds a whole lot to the fun of giving a blow job. When you give a blow job to a man like Derek, then you are enjoying his cum (hopefully!) and enjoying how much pleasure you are giving. But if your man will taste his semen with you, then it is an extra dimension of what you are sharing. I think not many men are like Derek, though, so it you find one, take advantage of him.