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

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

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

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

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

The store was sleazy, as these things almost always are. There were a few books
there, but the front part was taken up by a wall of magazines, and in the back,
taking up most of the store and accessible thru a set of saloon-type doors, was a
"mini-movie arcade".  It wasn't my first time in such a place, maybe my third.
The magazines had names like "Hard Candy", "Ass Fuckers", and "All Anal".  The
pictures on the covers illustrated in full color what the titles proclaimed.
"...All Anal" Jerry said, in an approving tone of voice, in front of a magazine
of that name that depicted two men penetrating the rear of one woman, who was
lewdly straddling one while the other squatted and inserted his cock into her
ass.  Her expression was intense, but hard to describe.

We didn't buy anything, but wandered past the proprietor (who was reading a
detective novel), back through the saloon doors to see what was there. There were
about twenty small dark booths, each with a curtain in front and a small
projector into which one fed a quarter to view about two minutes of a soundless
"loop" of people having sex.  While it was technically accurate to say they were
"25 cent" movies, if you wanted to see a whole one you'd have to feed in quarter
after quarter. Each booth catered to a different specialty or combination.  A
small sign on each one said things like "boy/girl" or "1 boy/2 girls". There were
a few occupied, most empty.  We stood around while I waited for Jerry to decide
to either leave or pick a booth.  I didn't have but a few quarters, neither did
he.

Behind us the doors squeaked, and we turned to behold what we least expected:  A
pair of smooth tanned legs, leading up to a pair of cutoff jeans and a t-shirt;
all on a sandy-haired girl with a hint of a freckle or two and a round face that
probably wouldn't be featured in Playboy but that was pleasing to look at
nonetheless. She was probably over 18, still I'd have ID'd her if I was running
the place; but the proprietor was in a good part of his novel and obviously paid
no attention.  Her body looked over 18: about 5'2", very well proportioned
without being overly endowed. The round face smiled,  and the mouth beneath the
cute little nose said: "Hi.". "Hi.", we replied, trying to be completely cool.
"I'm looking for something in particular!" she said, as if we worked there.  She
did seem totally calm and unembarassed to be alone, female and young in such a
place. We paused just a second before Jerry asked, "What is it?" as if he worked
there. "Two guys." she replied, matter of factly. (I am sure I am remembering
this just like it happened, word for word.  I am not making it up.  I promise.)

Now, your ordinary horny guys would not have hesitated to reply something along
the lines of "Well here we are!" but I wisely kept my mouth shut, and Jerry was
far too worldly and laid back to have been so crass.  We both knew she really
meant that's the kind of visual entertainment she was seeking. "Let's have a
look" he did say. And we together toured the outsides of the variously dimly-lit
booths, looking at the small signs.  But there was no "boy/boy", despite Key
West's reputation (well deserved) of boasting a high percentage of homosexual
men.  I suppose gays had their own bookstores, since straight men are often
highly offended (threatened) by male/male sex. "Well, there are two boy/boy/girl
ones" he finally said to her, "if you want you can try one and we'll try the
other, and if we see the two guys getting friendly we'll call you over". "Ok."
she smiled, clearly liking that we were not uncool. And we went to one, and she
to another, out of sight.

(I know now how Jerry was such a master at picking up, or rather being picked up
by, women.  Did we both want into this girl's pants?  Of course! We were young
(me 24 Jerry 23), horny, and in a adult bookstore.  She was rather attractive in
both looks and personality. But rather than "make a move", Jerry conveyed to her:
friendiness, a sense of being able to be trusted, and yet by his body language
and tone of voice and general calmness a kind of experience that promised sweet
things if she was so inclined.  If she wasn't, no big deal. I just stood by and
smiled and hoped my new tan and 7-day-old beard made me look less geeky than I
felt.)

We watched our loop for a quarter or three.  The two young actors took the young
lady soundlessly by mouth, pussy, and ass in several combinations -- but stayed
strictly away from one another.   It was hot to watch, and I of course became
rock hard in my pants, as I'm sure Jerry did too, but we did not comment on it.
As the third quarter ran out and the screen clicked off, our companion seeker
came up to our booth.  Jerry noticed and asked, "Any luck?". "Nope" she replied,
"It was pretty good, but the two guys just concentrated on the girl.". "Same
here".  Jerry said.

There was a short pause.  Nothing was said, but I had the feeling that in some
subtle way cards were being laid on the table.  She was letting us know she might
be interested in spending some time with us.  After all, she could have just
walked away, but instead she stood there for a second or two.  I didn't know how
to pick up the cards, but Jerry did.  More boldly than she or I could have
imagined. "Would you like to see two guys for real?" he asked.  It was a casually
asked question, as if he'd asked her if she'd like to see our car.  But of course
the import was anything but casual.  I expected her to walk, and was feeling
embarrassed at his faux pas.  My opinion of Jerry's coolness took a plunge.

But she didn't walk.  Silence: and she looked at Jerry, and he looked right back
at her -- serious eye contact.  Then she looked at me, and I just gave her a
little smile and looked right back at her too. It's speculation, but I think that
behind those female eyes was a battle pitting the organ between her ears against
the organ between her legs. The battle was short. The lower half won. "Where?"
she asked. "With us." he replied, even and calm as could be. She looked from one
to the other again. "Ok." she said.  Maybe she thought we were gay and willing to
be exhibitionists for her benefit.  Or simply that we knew a place where a gay
movie could be found. In any case, I was amazed, truly amazed. "Let's get out of
here then." Jerry said, and together we walked back through the saloon doors,
past the magazines, and into the fresh warm midnight air.

We had about five blocks to walk to the parking lot where my little blue car was,
and we used the time to get aquainted.  I asked her if she lived here, and she
explained that she and a female friend lived in Central Florida, and had driven
down here for two weeks before returning to school in Tallahassee.  Her friend
had found a man last night, and wanted privacy, so she was temporarily "persona
non grata" (in her words) back at the hotel room. So she was out on her own, and
feeling a little reckless. "So you wound up at a peep show?" asked Jerry
playfully. "Why the fuck not?" she replied and for some reason we all broke up
laughing just at the way she said it.  I could feel the awkwardness of the
situation starting to fade away.  It was nice to hear her use a word like "fuck",
with a sweet smile on her face. She said her name was Laura, and we told her
ours. Still, during the silent moments of the walk, I wondered what the hell
Jerry meant "for real" when I was the only other guy he knew on the island.  But
there was no good opportunity to ask without queering the deal, so to speak.

Back at the car, we climbed in cheerfully, and Jerry pulled the bag of marijuana
(universally known as "pot" amongst my circle) and offered her a share of our
pipe. "Ah, why the fuck not?" again in her slightly deep (for a girl) voice, and
laughter all around again.  Jerry stuffed the bowl and lit up, and we passed it
around as I backed out and drove aimlessly around the small island for a half
hour or more, as we slowly did justice to the contents of the pipe, and in so
doing, altered our mood considerably. "We're staying in a tent at one of the
campgrounds, want to go there?" my somewhat mellowed self asked the
light-brown-haired pixie in the smoke-filled back seat. "Where else?" came the
reply, and there was a bit of giggling, maybe not only by her, my memory is a bit
hazy at this point.

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

In the last silence of the drive,  I tried to face what I thought was coming. 
Whenever I'm confronted with some choice, if I have time I think ahead to what's
going to happen and ask myself "Will you do this?".  I wait for the answer from
my heart, and if it's "No, I'm not" that's it, I don't do it -- I don't really
care what others think.  If the answer is "Yes, I will" then I go ahead and no
looking back. Jerry had invited her to be with us on a promise that we would
engage in some kind of sex act for her.  I had never even considered sex with
Jerry or any other man, even though the thought didn't repel me.  Horny as I was,
my libido really was directed only towards females.  But I remember someone
saying "sex is really just giving and receiving pleasure", and it was a statement
I would like to believe but had never really tested.  Would he suck my cock? Want
me to suck his?  Fondle each other?  If it felt good, so what?  I was far from
home, high, and horny.  I trusted Jerry to do nothing I didn't allow. If I didn't
like it I could always just forget it happened. And if we didn't come through,
would she leave, or worse, go off with Jerry and leave me out of it?

So would I do it?  Yes, I would. No looking back.

We pulled up to the tent, and as it was after one in the morning the place seemed
pretty deserted, with all tent occupants either asleep or away. I was glad we had
pitched ours as far from others as was possible, still, our nearest neighbors
were some fifteen feet away. It wasn't hard to see by the moon, and we piled out
and offered Laura anything she might like to eat or drink.  She declined but
needed to pee, and we pointed her towards the light over the concrete campground
bathroom/shower, a short walk down the path.  Off she went, ourselves rather
crassly failing to escort her, and Jerry asked me: "Are you up for this?". "Yeah,
sure." I replied. "It's OK if you're not." he said, and I appreciated his
offering me an out. "Didn't we promise?" I asked, and he grinned. "Let's get
ready then". And we crept into the tent.

Jerry pulled out a candle, and mounted it on the tiny table/box at the head of
our fairly small 3-man tent.  He then pulled off his t-shirt.  I pulled off mine
and then expressed concern that if we stripped Laura might freak if she came back
and saw us.  We decided to just leave our cutoffs on. I then retrieved our stash
and we loaded the pipe again.  By that time Laura stuck her head in to the tent,
saw us, and let out a giggle. "Hey" cried Jerry in mock offense at her implied
slight of our physiques.  She then just whistled lowly, grinned, and asked if she
could join us. "Why sure" I said and offered up the pipe.  I needed the
relaxation the pot would give me.  We lit and slowly passed the pipe again, each
drawing in as much as possible and holding it, not knowing but not dreading what
might lay ahead of us this night.

As the last was smoked, we sat in silence, then Jerry leaned over and unsnapped
the snap button on my cutoff jeans.  It was the moment of truth, but I had
already decided in the car.  He looked at me, and I leaned back and looked right
back with no words but consent in my eyes.  He slowly unzipped the zipper, and I
raised my hips as he slipped off my pants. If Laura had somehow misunderstood
anything that had transpired before now, she would speak up and we would stop
(and probably be embarrassed). But she just sat there, only three feet from me.
Watching with interest but saying nothing. I was now clad only in my briefs.  My
cock was there very visibly, not really hard but not really soft either.  For
those that are interested in such things, my member is about 6 1/2 inches long
from tip to root fully erect, is circumcised, and is neither thick nor thin for
it's length. I heard a little shuffle and saw Laura reposition herself for a
better view.  She was still fully clothed, but her face was starting to look a
bit excited.  I didn't know if she would join us, but I hoped so. Jerry meanwhile
very slowly and deliberately took his index finger and stroked it gently over my
still covered cock.  Laura and I both watched this, and though it felt good my
cock did not start immediately to get harder.  But Jerry seemed intent on getting
me to rise while still concealed so he could reveal me, I suppose, in full glory.
 Laura watched, and silence reigned; a foggy silence, as we all three were
floating on our pot-induced high as well as a growing sexual arousal. I did a
mental trick to produce the expected rise.  I closed my eyes and remembered a
scene from the few minutes of loops we had watched earlier. I thought of one of
the men who had pressed his cock up inside the ass of the supine girl while she
was riding her other lover.  I imagined the feel of his cock rubbing the other
cock through the thin wall of skin between her vagina and rectum.  Soon, the
touch of Jerry's finger felt better, and I could feel the exquisite pleasure of
the blood filling my cock. I opened my eyes as I felt his hand leave me, and his
fingers loop under the elastic band of the underwear.  I raised my ass again, and
my last remnant of modesty was pulled off. "Ooooo" I heard Laura moan softly,
"Yeah".

Her approval was crucial for me at this stage.  Any doubt about her
participation, at least as an onlooker, would have caused the tension to break
disastrously for me. Jerry took my cock in his warm hand and lifted it high,
waving it around a bit playfully.  Fully hard. There comes a time with all new
sexual partners, where a line is crossed and you sense all are committed to carry
through with inhibitions left behind.  This was that moment now, and since no one
showed any objection to the proceedings, we all three were able to shed that last
bit of reservation that stood between us and indulgence in pure lust.

I felt no modesty at all, in fact, I wanted more pleasure.  He knowingly obliged
me by stopping the waving and manually fondling me in a very expert way.  His
hand worked slowly up and down my turgid member, hardening it further and sending
sexual thrills up my spine.  Good hand work is rare, and I had never experienced
any before now.  That he was a guy and not a girl, I just didn't care at the
moment.  I closed my eyes, leaned my head back, and soaked up the pleasure. I
loved the thought of Laura watching and hopefully enjoying, in fact, that was an
essential element in my comfort.  Had it been Jerry alone, I probably would never
have even considered this activity. Jerry shifted, I could feel it, but he kept
stroking;  God, yes, it was good I remember thinking, but what was he doing?.
"Yes" I heard Laura's excited whisper, "Yes do it".

Snap.  The sound of a button popping.  I opened my eyes, to see her still fully
clothed, but her hand was at her crotch area and I was sure she had unsnapped her
cutoffs.  Yes: I could see in the candlelight her right hand working it's way
down between her legs, spreading the zipper.  I felt a surge of even greater lust
as she crossed her little barrier. My cock stood inside his hand, very large it
seemed and red, and the head was flared and purple.  A drop of pre-cum had
already dribbled out and down to the edge of the flange, and another had formed
in the tip.  I was ready for about anything at this point - sex hormones fully in
control of my actions. He was holding me steady now, not moving his hand.  I
remember like it was yesterday.  He bent his head down until it was inches from
my cockhead. He was going to suck me.  I didn't recoil.  I lay still and watched.
 Laura was riveted, her eyes on the same scene as mine, her only motion a gentle
circling of her finger down below. He looked up at her. "You like this?" he
asked. "Yes" came the quick breathy answer. His tongue extended and gently
plucked the precum from my tip.  He was teasing me, teasing us both. "Are you
sure?". "Oh yeah". "What do you want now?". "I want you to suck him.". "Suck him
how?". "Suck his dickhead into your mouth, oh,  yeah.".  She sounded more excited
than I had ever seen a woman in my life.  I didn't even know girls could be
voyeurs, I thought that was a man-only thing. So he did.  His lips curled over
the wet purple head of my cock, making it disappear into his mouth. (If this were
fiction, I'd tell you of the incredible burst of pleasure this brought, but in
fact the touch of his lips and tongue were a great deal more gentle than his
hand, and the pleasure while sweet was not nearly as intense.  Still, it was far
better than any other mouth I had ever felt. The several girls that had treated
me thus far in my 24 years were rank amateurs next to Jerry's technique.  This
couldn't possibly be even near his first time doing this.)

He sucked, and I could feel him gently licking me too.  The sight was incredible,
with his head bobbing slowly up and down on my cock now glistening with his
spittle in the candlelight.  This was not lost on our observer, who sighed
several times as she pleasured herself. My eyes travelled from his mouth to her
finger, and back again. Jerry and I were both concious of putting on a show, and
to enhance the effect a little I moaned and begged him to suck me more. He
responded by stopping his mouth work, and returning to his hand masturbation on
my now very slick shaft.  The increase in pleasure was intense, and I moaned for
real. "Jack me" I asked, and he immediately went back to sucking.  I realized I
now had some control over his ministrations on me, albeit in reverse. He really
knew what he was doing; he was a gourmet of sexual delight.  Not only his
physical technique, but his giving of control to me for his pleasuring of me. I
didn't want to come too soon.  I wanted the show, and the pleasure, to last.  But
every cycle of sucking, licking, then masturbation brought me a step closer.  I
closed my eyes; I could think of nothing but the sensations on my cock.  I was
lost in a world of Jerry's mouth and hands. I don't know how long it lasted, have
no idea.  We were all excited and the sound of uneven breathing filled the tent. 
The drugs tend to alter your time perception, making everything seem to go in
wonderful slow motion. But, eventually the feeling of inevitable release crept up
my loins, and I moaned out loud that I was close. "Make him cum" I heard her say,
softly and pleadingly.

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

The orgasm started in my cock and radiated to the tips of my toes and to the top
of my head.  I stiffened, raised up my ass, and squirted several jets of white
cum into the air, falling all over my stomach and legs, Jerry's hand, and my
cock.  Rivulets ran out the tip, over his fingers, and into my pubic hair.
"oooooo shit.  God damn.  God damn." I heard Laura say in a choked kind of voice.
 "Oh fuck I want to cum too". This followed by silence for a short period. I
didn't really see anything.  I think I heard her moan and thrash about a little. 
I seem to remember staring up at the top of the tent and waiting for my breathing
to return to something like normal.

Things briefly settled down a bit.  I could breathe again, and I heard the ragged
breathing of Laura.  She had cum!  And we had brought her off with our show.  I
remember these thoughts with pleasure in the aftermath, then a feeling that I
didn't like: the knowledge that Jerry hadn't cum, and maybe Laura and Jerry would
now get it on without me. I looked up, and Jerry was looking at Laura.  His left
hand was pretty white with streaks of my cum, and as he looked at her and she at
him, he slowly and seductively began licking my cum off his own hand.  I would
have been shocked had I not just had an intense orgasm. "Oooo" again from her,
and she appreciated this sexy move.  I just lay there, recovering, feeling the
hot cum I had shot on myself beginning to get just a little cooler. "I want some
too" she said, and he moved his hand to her to offer some of my cum, thinking
that's what she wanted. "No, I need someone inside me, I want to join you.  Will
you let me?". "Sure." He replied simply. She looked over at me, only a few feet
away, laying naked and sort of messy and dazed, and asked "Is it alright?". I
didn't know exactly what she meant at first, until I realized she must have
thought we were gay lovers.  She wasn't sure Jerry would be interested in her, or
if I would be jealous if he was. "Go right ahead" I managed to say, and indeed at
that moment I didn't really care, except that I wanted to stay with them. 
Neither seemed to have the slightest interest in gaining privacy by excluding me,
however.

I wiped some cum off me as best I could with my discarded t-shirt, the only rag I
could reach.  As I did, Laura swiftly stripped off her top, revealing a pair of
nice firm and rather pointy tits, with nipples either peaked with excitement or
just naturally long.  In a jiffy came off the little cutoff jeans, leaving only a
pair of panties quite obviously soaked in the middle.  All this would have been
very exciting had I not just cum, as it was I simply watched with interest. "Lie
down" she said, peeling off the panties. He did, slipping off his pants as
rapidly as possible.  Out bobbed his cock, of average size, about the size of
mine or a little longer, and well proportioned.  He was very aroused. She moved
eagerly to straddle him, not wasting a moment or a motion in her heat to couple
with the only available male organ in condition to satisfy her at the moment. I
was certainly out of the action for a while, but I was beginning to enjoy the
sight of her smooth legs spread over his waist, and her hand going underneath to
take hold of his hard, sensitive cock and place it next to her pussy.  She was
too hot to hesitate with preliminaries, and so was he, so she simply impaled
herself without further ado. Atop him, she just paused and sat there, as if she
wanted to savor the feel of it for a few moments before increasing the pleasure. 
I looked up to her eyes to see them staring straight ahead, in sort of a glazed
condition. Her breasts seemed swollen and the nipples were crinkled and pointed.
(I was a little amazed at the heat she was in -- my orgasm had cooled my desire,
at least temporarily, but hers had only seemed to fire her up more. I suppose
that's one of the differences between the sexuality of men and women; at least,
some women.) As she sat there, he placed his hands on her hips, then moved them
up her back and pulled her towards him, until her nipples came down to where his
mouth could reach them.  I could see his lips close over her entire left areola
(I was laying to the left of them) as he sucked, licked, and nibbled causing a
deep moan from her.  After a short suck on one, he switched to the other, and the
effect this time was to start her hips moving.  Once the sweet friction began,
both seemed to lose interest in the nipple sucking, as his head settled back down
and she pulled up erect above him.  Her hips rose and fell in a steady rhythm. 
She paid no attention to me, but then again she wasn't the least bit shy about
coupling in my presence. Earlier both had been teasing and talking as he
pleasured me, but the time for talk was gone; the only thing that mattered to
either of them was the effort to rub genitals together until the pleasure became
unbearable and they exploded. I had never actually seen people doing live sex
before, only in porno movies.  Once I saw the real thing right next to me, I
could feel my so-recently spent member starting to pleasurably fill again.  I
knew then I was probably destined to be a voyeur for life.

She humped him steadily, neither fast nor slow.  Her eyes were closed, but
neither Jerry nor Laura had the energy to make much noise except for heavy
breathing.  I could see clearly from only two feet away the point of coupling
between them, and it was very, very wet with her juices.  Her ample patch of
light-brown pubic hair was stained mostly dark with wetness, as were her thighs
and his hairy belly.  The pole of his cock shown greasily in the candlelight as
she lifted off it, only to slide back down again making it disappear inside her. 
The process made a wet and very sexy sound that filled the tent in the otherwise
silent night. I quickly and happily became fully hard.  I stroked myself, then
shifted a little over and on a whim rubbed my cock on her thigh as she humped up
and down on him.  She didn't even seem to notice the contact. Soon she begin to
moan, then leaned back and screwed up her features as the pleasure peaked.  Her
rhythm changed from long strokes to short quick hunches as she obviously endured
a powerful set of orgasmic contractions. Finally with a gasp she fell forward on
her hands, and opened her eyes and looked down at him.  He was still fully hard
inside her. And his need must have been urgent, because even as she paused and
rested for a bit I could see his hips moving to maintain some friction.
Eventually she too started moving again, then stopped and held still.  He seemed
to squirm and let out a long "ahhhhhhh.". Suddenly it hit me that she was
probably tightening her vaginal muscles on him, stroking and sucking on him
without even moving.  The effect was electric, as he started to hump up to her
harder.  I got even stiffer.

It didn't take but a few moments before he groaned, flung his head back and his
hips up, and quite obviously shot spurt after spurt of long-held cum deep inside
her.  She just held still and looked down into his face. As he eventually
relaxed, she fell gently forward on him.  They kissed, and I felt a little twinge
of jealousy at being left out.  As she lay there, I stroked my hard cock along
her leg once again.  She looked back down at me and smiled. "Ooooo, another hard
one.  I have to do something about that." she murmured, reaching back and taking
me in her hand.  Then she rose up, and positioned her knees over on my side of
Jerry's prone and languid body, and said, "Come on baby, doggy me".

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

Her gorgeous ass was raised in my direction, and I didn't need a second
invitation.  I got up on my knees behind her, and guided my cock up between her
legs.  Her whole crotch area was, to put in mildly, a sloppy mess.  Her own
copius juices plus white steaks of Jerry's sperm covered her glistening pink
labia, and ran in a few little rivulets down her thighs. I didn't care, I just
put my cock up there and slid it in. The feel was hot and wet, but the area was
so lubricated and stretched that it felt almost like putting your dick in a tub
of melted butter.  I couldn't feel much inside her, only the outer rim of her
vagina.  But the whole scene was so nasty and sexy, and the thought of swirling
my cock around in a mixture of his and her cum so enflaming, that I remember
almost shuddering in lust. It didn't help that as I reached the point where my
balls pressed up against her clit area, cum bubbled out all around my cock and
ran down both our thighs; and a fabulous wave of hot musky sex smells wafted up
my chest from her ass to my nostrils. I started humping, with long steady stokes.
 The feel was still not there but I kept it up.  The movement in the wetness made
sloppy sloshing sounds, and I could hear the wet slap of my loins on her ass
cheeks. Slosh, slosh, slosh; in a steady beat.  The feeling came back into my
cock and started to slowly build.  I looked down briefly and saw Jerry, lying
underneath us, casually and tenderly caressing her hair. "Oh fuck" I heard myself
say.  Slosh, slosh, slosh...I looked down at her face, turned to the right.  I
could see the profile, in the candlelight, of a woman receiving pleasure.  The
arousal in me began to increase rapidly, filling me with the thick sweet feel of
unbridled lust. Slosh, slosh, slosh...I felt something underneath me, moving, and
realized it was her hand, her fingers circling her clit and flicking it close to
where my balls met her flesh in the instrokes. Over and over...it was starting to
feel really, really good.  Sweet sliding pleasure. Slosh, slosh, slosh...and then
she said distinctly "Fuck me harder". I obeyed instantly, as a good lover should.
Slosh slosh slosh...I pumped my cock into her at a faster pace, increasing my own
pleasure.  I didn't want to increase it too much, because I wanted to be sure she
came before I did.  I could still feel her finger working away down there. "Oh,
fuck, fuck me, fuck me harder" she panted.

Sloshsloshslosh...I fucked her fast and hard; oddly the faster pace diminished
the feel of pleasure on my cock, rather than increasing it.  If this seems
contrary to the laws of sex, be assured there are none.  But she moaned somewhat
frantically, as it had the opposite effect on her. "Fuckmeharder, oh, harder,
harder, oh, oh" she was almost chanting, her voice rising in pitch on almost
every word. At last she groaned really hard and started hunching her ass back at
me in the same rhythm I saw when she came on Jerry.  I grabbed her hips and held
my throbbing cock deep and still inside her, hoping to feel the pulsations of her
cum. ...Of course, you can't really do that, as the contractions are subtle and
the male organ is a blunt instrument when it comes to subtle feelings. But still
it is so enjoyable to feel her body quiver and shake and know that she feels you
inside her as she cums hard. When the shaking stopped, my stroking started again
at my favorite pace...Slosh, slosh, slosh; slowly but steadily.  The full feeling
returned and built in a delicious spiral. There wasn't any reason to hold back,
so I just let it go.  She patiently stayed in place for me, even though she
stopped moving, as the lovely feelings peaked and my cock stiffened and let loose
several spurts of hot white sperm into her belly; mixing a delicious cocktail of
juices from all three of us in her well-used love tunnel. I rode again the peak
of joy, having nothing in my mind but the feeling of the liquid flowing out of me
and into her.

Then it was over.  We both stayed coupled for a minute or two, both gasping a bit
for breath and not even wanting to move.  But of course my twice-drained cock
wilted, it's job well done, and after I felt it slide out of it's own accord
there was no reason not to just fall down on the air mattress in total but
satisfied exhaustion.  As I hit the sack I felt, rather than saw, her collapse
also, right on top of Jerry who had patiently just lain there as we fucked above
him. "Damn that was good" I heard her murmur, and Jerry answered "Amen".
Breathing gradually returned to normal, and some languid efforts were made to
rearrange our sweating naked bodies to a more comfortable configuration,
particularly with Laura crawling off Jerry.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You see, in order for the ordinary reader to understand what I was feeling then,
I need to explain that I had grown up as an only child somewhat isolated from the
real world.  My mother was a strictly correct lady, who taught me by her example
and her words that the world of women was one of stern but gentle beings standing
high on alabaster pedestals, striving always for a state of moral perfection.
(True, she once admitted, might be a few bad apples that had fallen from their
lofty perches, but in doing so they had fallen from the community of real women
and were to be avoided by any decent person).  Yes, she said as she explained the
"birds and bees" to me in junior high school, women do have sex; but no woman
enjoys it for itself, only to reproduce the species or sometimes to please the
animal appetites of the man she loves.  Sex is simply too dirty and too crude to
be actually enjoyed by any woman worthy of a decent man's attention.  Any woman
who shows an interest is a fallen one, pretending, in a game of manipulation to
gain advantage of you, probably for money. My later experiences had cast some
doubt on this bleak view of human sexuality.  I didn't really believe it, but had
never had the experiences necessary to break it's cold, clammy grip on my
subconcious.  Heretofore my sexual encounters had been mostly with fairly passive
partners, or in a few cases disagreeable ones.  How could I be sure those who
seemed to enjoy it weren't pretending?

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

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

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

The first motion from her that indicated she was awake was a pressing of her ass
tighter against my loins.  A lovely positive response to my mood, or maybe just a
assertion of hers, but certainly she was not pretending. My heart started
pounding more quickly in my chest. I responded to her response my pressing even
tighter against her.  My cock was now very tightly trapped, but the sensation was
pleasure not pain. We lay that way for a few moments, then without moving any
other part of her body she began gently working her hips up and down in a small
motion, rubbing my hard cock and sending sensations of delight all through me. 
The desire and arousal that had been mostly below my waist now began to spread
through my whole body.

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

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

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

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

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

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

No words had been spoken thoughout all this, we had communicated by feel and
instinct alone.  But to carry out her desires fully, she needed to give Jerry
some instruction: "Turn over" she whispered to him.  (We could all hear the
noises of other people around us outside the tent going about daily activities,
and none of us wanted to attract attention with any obvious sexual sounds, so we
kept as quiet as we could). He did, and was face to face with her.  I could see
the smile on his face as he turned.  As they looked at one anothers eyes (I
wished selfishly that I was able to look at her face) she moved her hand down and
again began fondling his cock.  But this time, she pulled him forward towards the
spot where I was located, and urged his hard long dick up underneath mine and
into the little love nest formed by her closed thighs.  He didn't resist, and I
soon felt his velvet hardness sliding along the underside of mine.  He pressed as
close as he could, and his cock tip protruded until it nuzzled up against my ball
sack.  It was not an unpleasant sensation.  My own tip rested in the meeting
place of his pubic hair and hers.

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

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

We kept it up for a while, but she had other ideas.  We were just passively
letting her be the director, and she was doing an excellent job. Her next
instruction to Jerry was a whispered: "Let me suck you." He pulled his cock from
it's warm nest under mine, and slid up towards the head of the tent until his
loins aligned with her face.  From behind her I turned my head up to see her take
his red cock with the velvet purple head and insert it between her lips.  He
sighed, and I could hear a wet suckling sound as she started a motion of her lips
and tongue. She sucked strongly for a minute or two, only pausing to take the
cock from her mouth and whisper to me: "Put yours inside me." From our position,
this was in fact easier said than done.  I could only think of two possibilities
-- folding both her legs upward into a sitting position and coming in from the
bottom; or turning her torso slightly, scissoring her kegs, and putting it in
from the side.  I chose the former, hoping for a deeper penetration. She complied
easily as I withdrew my cock, noticing the wetness that covered the top of it,
and moved her legs for her.  I then laid down back into position behind her, and
manuevered my cockhead up to her labia.  I teasingly rubbed it back and forth on
her lips a few times, then inserted it into it's favorite place.  There was
nothing difficult about the penetration, and I slowly slid it as far as I could,
until again the roundness of her ass seated firmly into the indention of my
loins.

There was nothing to do now but, quite frankly, to fuck and suck until our
orgasms exploded within us.  She had the problem of keeping up concentration on
him as I fucked her, and we all were apparantly determined to try and keep as
quiet as possible.  Nevertheless, from within the tent the quiet subtle sounds of
sex were unmistakable: The wet suckling of her mouth on his cock, and her pussy
on mine.  The breathing was regular but getting heavier. I just lay there and
humped steadily, as minutes passed and the sounds kept delighting my ears.  The
sugary pleasure on my cock kept building, and I wondered if I'd be able to hold
out long enough for her to cum before I did -- always a goal of mine. The answer
was soon in coming, as I heard the suckling stop and a series of small grunts
come from her, which she obviously was trying to keep under control.  Her body
shook, and the now familar hunches of her loins started coming in waves.  The
view I had from behind of her cumming was grand, and I paused in my stroking to
enjoy it. (Laura was, by far, the most easily orgasmic woman I had ever met. 
Most women, before her and after her, take much more work and time than she did
to achieve release.  I suppose it's an anatomic, or maybe a mental thing.) The
hunches and quivering stopped, and she let out a pathetically satisfied sigh.  I
resumed pumping, unable to control my wayward loins. She too resumed her sucking,
generously giving him pleasure even after hers had passed for the moment. It
wasn't long before I reached the point of no return.  I just pushed in as far as
I could, and managed a whispered "I'm cumming" before the juice spurted out of me
and into her steamy tunnel.  I'm not going to try to describe the orgasm -- you
either have experienced some like it, or you are too young to be reading this. 
Suffice it to say it stiffened my muscles for a few seconds, flooded my mind with
a wave of ecstacy, then died away as I relaxed gasping a little for breath. I lay
there, and she lay there -- only one more to go.  I once again heard the
suckling, which seemed louder now and more determined.  Shortly, he whispered:
"Here it comes." and this was followed by a cessation of noise.  Her sucking
stopped, and so did his breathing. I knew at that moment his hot salty sperm was
pulsing into her mouth. After maybe ten seconds, Jerry let out a loud exhalation
of breath. Followed by some ragged breathing as he began coming down.

We all lay still for a minute or two.  Breathing all around returned to normal. 
And from the stillness she whispered:

"Damn that was beautiful."

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

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

We met later that afternoon.  Molly was a dark-haired and rather stoutly built
girl, about Laura's age and with an attractive shape that probably wouldn't last
as she got older. Her face was not nearly as nice as Laura's, but I don't believe
in judging people by their appearance.  What did strike me was that Molly was
quite hairy, in opposition to Laura's shaven smoothness.  One could see the curls
of black pubic hair peeking from around the edges of Molly's one-piece suit, a
defect she must have know about but didn't care to correct.  Her underarms were
unshaven also. Pedro was a bit of a surprise.  I expected a tall dark Latin lover
type, but he was small and somewhat thin.  He was dark and Latino, however, and
spoke English in a way that let you know immediately it wasn't his native
language.

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

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

I was, at that time, a devoted amateur photographer, and had brought both my 35mm
Minoltas with an array of lenses to document our trip.  I wanted badly to
document Laura, but she was exceedingly camera-shy, and I was too much of a
gentleman to force it.  I did sneak one candid shot of her, under one of the
concrete sunshades they have there, looking out at the ocean.  But it's a distant
shot, and you see her face only in profile. Still, I have it to this day. Molly
and Pedro weren't shy, and posed for me.  It's from this picture that I wrote my
descriptions above.  Without that picture I'd never really remember what they
looked like.  They do play a minor role in this tale, however, which is why I
introduced them to you.

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

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

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

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

She now considered herself an adventurer, determined on a philosophy of
liberation, and seeking to find the boundaries of her sexuality.  She didn't have
a boyfriend, and didn't want to be tied down by anyone at this point. I returned
the favor and told her about myself.  In particular, I made it clear that Jerry
and I were nothing but friends, and that in fact I had never even had any
bisexual leanings that I knew of.  She then confessed the obvious, that the scene
of two men having sex had been a secret fantasy of her even while a virgin, and
it "always got her off".  She didn't know why. Still, having some free time due
to Molly's involvement, she had wandered into the movie arcade last night on a
whim to satisfy her curiosity about how it might really look.  Her seeming
casualness had been just a cover for the nervousness she really felt being there.
I told her I thought she might have been lucky that we turned out to be the nice
guys we really were. She admitted going with us was stupid.  She said she was
tempted by Jerry's offer, but would have declined out of common sense except the
movie had gotten her horny and that made the offer "irresistable".  I knew the
feeling, and wondered aloud if, since males were often guilty of "thinking with
their dicks" if girls also had a similar problem. She allowed that sometimes, she
did. "So what now?" I asked when the conversation flagged. She looked at me with
an expression impossible to adequately describe, and said, "There are a lot of
combinations three people can get into." "Yes" I replied.  And she said, "I want
to try them all".

We wound up the day on the dock at sunset, watching the crowd watch the fiery sun
decend into the Gulf of Mexico.  I really can't remember any particular moment
when I have felt more alive than right then.  None of the three of us did much
talking, we just sat and sipped our beers and took it all in.  I had already
photographed this scene several times earlier and hadn't bothered to bring the
camera now, but I wished I had so I could defy Laura's camera shyness and
immortalize her glowing in the last light of the setting sun. There amongst the
tourist families with their kids, the carribean musicians making steel-jacketed
rhythms, and the smells of the street vendors' food, I found myself unable to
stop thinking about sex.  The events of the last night and morning had, rather
than burn me out, just whetted an appetite for more.  I remembered the look of
Laura as she rode Jerry, and the way she hunched her loins when she came.  The
feel of both his lips and her pussy on me, and the languid motions as we all
shifted positions to change or increase our mutual pleasure. The remembrance
stirred me greatly and made my cock down below long to be touched. As the last
deep blues of the sunset turned to blackness, the question arose as to what we
wanted to do next.  I wasn't interested in much of anything except returning to
our love nest and resuming our tryst, but I didn't say that.  Jerry did. "Well,
we could always just go back to the camp and hang out." "I second that proposal. 
Especially the hanging out." Laura replied with a smile at her own little joke.
"Third, and carried." I said, very happy that my co-conspirators were, despite
their casualness about it all day, just as eager as I was.  It's not often you're
lucky enough to get three people together with such compatible personalities and
mutual interests as we were then.  Sexual experimentation was our main interest,
the rest of the day was basically just to pass time and recharge our batteries. 
We all three were laid back enough for the threesome to hang together without
tension, at least for a little while. But my own few twinges of insecurity and
jealousy and gradually increasing attraction towards Laura (but not Jerry) let me
know that this kind of arrangement was way too unstable to do anything but
collapse if given time.

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

We piled in my little car again, Laura in the back, and I headed the four or so
miles across the island to our campground.  We didn't do any smoking, but after
about a mile I noticed a tanned feminine arm snaking it's way between the two
bucket seats and towards Jerry's crotch.  The fingers undid his zipper, and
fished inside.  He said nothing, nor made any move, he just sat and watched. I
kept glancing between the road and Jerry, seeing the fingers kneading and
caressing inside the zipper.  Pretty soon they brought forth their prize: a fully
erect male penis.  Laura pulled it out from inside his shorts, pointed it
straight up, and proceeded to stroke and fondle it slowly but effectively.  Jerry
made no particular motion or sound in response, but it was obvious he was
enjoying the delicious feelings. I got hard too, and felt my own cock just to
rearrange it to be more comfortable in my pants.  I got a real charge out of the
wantoness of it, and felt no jealousy towards his luck at being the passenger
rather than the driver.  Luckily, though, it wasn't a long drive. I pulled up at
the campsite, and Laura released her prize.  He tucked it back in somehow, and we
wasted no time getting into our tent. We were early this time, but the tents
around us seemed deserted, probably our neighbors were out doing something.  I
only gave it passing thought, because in fact we all were too horny to care. 
Apparantly, my companions had been thinking lusty thoughts throughout the day as
I had.


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

When the pot was gone, the fondling started.  Jerry and I were already hard and
ready, and probably Laura was wet.  But we took our time, as t-shirts were
removed bareing torsos.  Hands reached to carress breasts and finger nipples --
not all just Laura's.  As I leaned over to take her left nipple into my mouth,
she was playing with Jerry's nipples as he slid closer to her to make it easier
to reach both of them.  After a good solid licking and sucking, I moved up to
lick her ear.  This made her quiver a bit, and she turned to kiss me.  We
exchanged tongues lustfully, swirling deeply in each others' mouth. She broke the
kiss and turned to Jerry, and they kissed equally lustily.  I could see the
movement inside their cheeks as their tongues intertwined.  I reached over and
tweaked her pointy nipples as they kissed. When they separated, Laura placed a
hand under each of our chins, and pushed us together.  She wanted us to kiss.
Jerry leaned, and I just was too mellow to care.  Our lips met, and his tongue
slid inside my mouth.  I kissed him back, and could hear Laura murmur her
approval.  I told myself I was doing it for her.  But it wasn't repulsive,
kissing him, it just wasn't nearly as exciting as kissing a woman was to me.

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

We paused in the action to take in the scene.  All three of us were voyeurs, so
we just looked each other's naked bodies over.  Laura took it a step further,
spreading her knees wider to give us a view of her treasures. It was only fair,
since by nature our gentials were fully in view but hers were hidden unless
revealed by her actions. Her labia were puffed out and glistening wet, and she
emphasized this by holding her lips apart and running a finger through her slit,
gathering juice on her fingertip.  She offered the wet digit to my lips, and I
licked and then sucked her whole finger like it was a miniature cock. Always
considerate and generous, she withdrew the finger, lubed it up again, and offered
it to Jerry.  He too gave it a good sucking before she eventually withdrew it.

It's a fact of every threesome in the real world, that there are awkward moments,
and one came on us now.  No one was really sure what the others wanted in the way
of a configuration, although everyone wanted to do something sexy.  After a few
moments, Jerry came though in his role of prodder, inviting Laura to take
control. "Any special requests?" He asked her. She didn't answer quickly, and
seem to ponder before saying "You won't be mad if I tell will you?" "Of course
not." I said, not really knowing. "Well, if you don't want to, say so, but I
really want to see two guys really fucking." "You mean up the ass?" Jerry asked. 
She nodded yes. We really didn't respond, so she continued: "It's OK if you
don't, I know you guys really aren't gay or anything." Tension, a stranger since
earliy last night, rose slightly. Jerry looked at me and could tell I wasn't real
keen on this proposal, so he let me off the hook by asking: "How about if we try
a little 69?" "Oooo that would be nice!" replied Laura, and they looked at me.
The tension melted away. "Sure, why not?" I said.

"Why don't you lay down here on your side, sweetie?" she suggested. I lay down,
my cock still very hard and longing for attention.  Without instruction, Jerry
moved over and lay down on his side in front of me.  His face was in front of my
cock, and my cock was in front of his face.  I could feel his hand take me, and
he slid over a little closer. I reached forward and took his cock, holding it by
the base.  It was the first time in my life I had ever touched another man's
genitals.  Like mine, it was warm, hard, yet velvety smooth.  I felt him pull me
and I shifted forward towards his face, then felt the gentle warmth as his mouth
enclosed my most sensitive body part. I was the moment of truth.  I felt within
me a kind of quiet surrender, then extending my tongue I swirled it around the
head of his cock.  It tasted salty and felt smooth and warm.  I licked around the
head a bit, then curling my lips over my teeth I inserted him in my mouth.  I was
a strange feeling but not unpleasant.  I was just giving, and receiving,
pleasure. It would be a lie to say that either his sucking of my cock or my
sucking of his was a huge thrill.  Like last night, the actual feel of his oral
attentions was pleasant, but too soft to be truly thrilling.  And my attentions
to him were too new, and I was too inexperienced, to have the kind of confidence
it takes to just lose yourself in it.  Still, I gave the kind of blowjob I like
to get, all lips and tongue, alternating between deep sucking and external
licking.  I felt not the slightest twinge of shame or guilt, a little to my
surprise.

Behind me was Laura, watching with interest.  I couldn't see what she was doing,
but I felt her hand touch my back and side, and begin carressing me tenderly.
"This is so beautiful" she said, "Thank you, thank you." That word again:
beautiful.  She used it this morning.  I had thought of sex as many things,
including fun, nasty, forbidden, delightful, sensuous, naughty; but never
beautiful.  It was another new concept to me: sex might be more than a wicked
forbidden thrill.

But now was not a time for concepts.  The feeling down below was sweet, but I
knew it would be a long time before it could build to the kind of intensity that
would cause me to cum.  Still I lapped and licked and sucked on my friend's organ
of pleasure.  I knew Laura was watching, and I wanted to please her so I put on a
little show by taking him out of my mouth, and looking up at her, then licking
all around the head.  This made her murmur "mmmmmmm". "Can I get in on this?" she
asked, out of the blue. Jerry kept on sucking me, so I took advantage of his
silence to assert myself for the first time since our little couplings began,
what, only last night?.  Anyway, I knew what I wanted. "How about if you get in
here between Jerry and me, and you eat him while I eat you?" I suggested. "Oh
yes, sounds grand to me." was her reply.

I shifted myself back to make way for her.  Jerry removed me from his mouth and
we all tried shifting around to accomodate what I think is called a daisy-chain. 
The idea was for Jerry to suck me, me to suck Laura, and Laura to suck Jerry all
in a circle.  A kind of three-way sixty-nine. It sounds sexy but it is hard to
get into position for.  Jerry and I formed a V shape, with his head at the point
of the V, next to my cock. Between the arms of the V Laura tried to fit in facing
both of us, making a triangle.  But it was awkward to get her pussy where I could
reach it comfortably while at the same time she could reach his cock.  We
struggled so much that we'd have laughed over it had we been less horny.  Funny
how sex is such a serious business once the genitals get sufficiently enflamed. I
solved it by suggesting she turn around.  That placed her in a more natural
position to get to him, and she could raise her upper leg to give me access to
her pussy.  After a bit of shuffling and adjusting, we got where we could give
and receive pleasure without straining. Her ass was more or less in my face.  I
rested my cheek on her lower thigh, and inhaled the powerful musky aroma of a
fully aroused female. There must be some scent that women excrete that attracts
men -- I know it attracts me.  I love eating pussy more that any sex act except
actually cumming inside a woman.  I never pass up an opportunity, which is why I
had suggested this form of coupling.

Of course, she was extremely wet.  I kissed around on her thighs by way of a
little teasing, then began licking my way towards her slit.  She wanted me,
because she shifted slightly towards me.  I as got close, I felt the sweet warmth
of Jerry's mouth close over my cock again.  I welcomed it as my tongue made it's
first long swipe up her slit.  It was still a bit awkward compared to licking a
woman on her back, but this was only a minor inconvience.  The indecribable
lustiness of her taste filled both my tongue and my nostrils, making me want to
dive deep in and never come out. I am not being immodest when I say I am very
good at pleasing a woman with my mouth.  I knew enough even back then to
understand that every woman is different, and you have to begin by experimenting
to find where her sweet spots are.  I licked her labia, and inserted my tongue
into her hole.  All the while, Jerry was doing his licking and sucking thing. 
Fortunantly, he was not masturbating me with his hand, as he had done last night,
else I might have been unable to prevent cumming sooner than I wanted to. Laura
had a prominent clitoris.  Many women have hidden ones, but hers was easy to find
and projected somewhat from the top of her slit.  (This may have been the reason
for her easily achieved orgasms, but I don't know for sure). I didn't know how
sensitive she was, so I licked around it, then gently on it.  Then a little
harder, waiting to feel a reaction from her. When she pressed forward, not pulled
away, I knew I was at the right spot with approximately the right pressure. I
didn't stay there, preferring to leave and lick elsewhere, then return.  The same
teasing that Jerry was doing to me, varying the pressure and style of his sucking
and licking. The tent once again was filled with the gentle sounds of sex in
progress, this time the wet sucking sounds of three people giving head to one
another.  The taste, the feel, the sounds, the smells -- all wonderful, all
delightful, all -- beautiful.  Three soul mates lost in a world of the other's
bodies.

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

One time as I flicked her clit, she stopped sucking and said "Right there!  Don't
stop!" I licked it again and again, this time knowing she was close.  Soon her
sucking of Jerry stopped, and she moaned a little high-pitched moan that
signified her cumming was soon to be.  Her body seemed to stiffen, and her hips
thrust forward.  I could feel the tiniest little flutter deep inside her on my
fingertip.  She stayed stiff for what seemed forever, maybe fifteen seconds. Then
she exhaled and relaxed suddenly.  I removed my finger and inserted my tongue
into her hole to see if she tasted different.  Not really, but very very strong
and delicious. As I lay there, Jerry resumed sucking.  I don't think she was
doing him at the time, as she was still recovering.  I let him, but simply lay
there myself looking at her enchanting pussy in the dim light, the wetness
shining on her thighs and the curly wet matted hair mixing with the still dry
upper parts of her pubic patch.  The lewdness and delightful nastiness of the
situation filled my mind, and I revelled in it.

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

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

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

"I'll gladly take care of you sweetie." was what I heard her say, as she shifted
position on the mattress.  "Come fuck me.". He got up, and I could see she had
aligned herself straight on the mattress and on her back.  Again, I was to be a
spectator, so I got out of the way over to the side of the tent they weren't on,
and just lay there on my side. For some reason, I guess my intense state of
horniness all throughout the day, I wasn't as drained as usual, even though the
orgasm had been pretty intense (which ones aren't?).  I again felt a pang as he
got down on his knees between her spread legs, his hard red cock jutting out
proudly, well sucked and covered still with a sheen of spit.  I suppressed the
pang of jealousy, though, by determining to just watch and enjoy it as best I
could, hoping again for sloppy seconds if such were available.

He moved his cock down to her in a smooth sensual motion, bending his whole body
down.  He then took the hard tool and starting rubbing it up and down her wet
slit. "Fuck" he simply said, looking into her eyes. "Fuck me." she replied,
looking back. At that word, he shoved his hips forward, sheathing himself in one
smooth stroke.  His cock vanished inside her, and his pubic hair pressed forward
till it mingled with hers. He held his upper body up with his arms, and looked
down at her from directly above.  She moaned as he slid in as far as he would go.
 Her moan made my soft cock jump.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It *was* beautiful.  It was an act of love.  Two people sharing the most intimate
parts of their bodies, willingly, with others whom they choose. Rubbing areas of
incredible sensitivity together until the pleasure of it becomes unbearable and
peaks in a wave of fantastic ecstacy.  Pressed together as tightly as possible. 
What could be more lovely, more beautiful? Why was this considered so dirty, so
wrong? I had had these kinds of thoughts many times before, but only in theory.
But now, in the most intense test possible, I really felt it deep within my soul.
 I felt the jealousy wash away, and I feeling of tenderness replace it.  Was this
how Laura had felt as she carressed us earlier, thanking us profoundly for
providing such a "beautiful" sight for her? I don't know, but I felt a change
take place within me.  I crawled back up to have my face near theirs, perhaps to
carress and encourage them.

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

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

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

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

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

Eventually, we all sat up (it was impossible to stand in the tent), and started
talking in dribs and drabs.  Not really about sex, but first about trivial
things, like the sea life and weather.  I fished out the stash of pot, and the
pipe was produced and lit and slowly and casually it made the rounds between us. 
As the drug took effect, conversation turned deeper (or, at ,least, it seemed
to), and we discussed one another's lives.  I can't really remember the details
of our talk, I just remember feeling so bonded with these two, so comfortable.
There we were, two friends who had just become, shall we say, incredibly
intimate; and a stranger who was now a friend to us both.  All smoking a
controlled substance while seated in a tiny circle knee-to-knee, buck naked in
every detail.  Does it get any better than this?

We talked and talked.  As we did, the pot wore off gradually and time passed. 
But it became evident that we were not done with our exercises for the night,
because talk turned inevitably to sex.  It was sort of like a game of "twenty
questions" except far more disorganized.  But details of our experiences, likes,
and dislikes were shared by all. As we learned more about each other, the
conversation was explicit. My reaction was to feel my cock becoming erect again. 
I didn't really care, so what?  Laura and Jerry noticed, but didn't really do
anything, and before long Jerry was in a like condition.  We were swollen, but
not really rock hard, having both already experienced two orgasms this day plus
two last night.

Laura had an idea.  (Didn't she always?)  Digging in her large bag of necessities
put together by her and Molly earlier in the day, she retrieved a deck of playing
cards.  She explained she'd once played a game with a guy where both would draw a
card, and the low card had to do whatever the high card wanted.  As a sexual
warm-up, it was a real ice-breaker.  Here we didn't need to break ice but the
game might be fun anyway. I'm good at making up games, so I on the spot made up a
three-way version of the rules.  All three would draw cards, and the high card
would give an order to the low card to do to the middle card.  In case of a tie,
the two that tied would draw again.  The game was over when we wanted it to be. 
Everyone was a winner.

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

During the first few draws, we took it slowly.  The "orders" were pretty mild,
kisses, ear licks, and toe sucks were among them.  I remember being told to suck
Laura's big toe, then later when I won over Jerry I made him to the same to her. 
Giggles followed both performances.  Later she lost and had to suck our toes. 
She was a good sport and dove right to it. But of course, as the game went on
things got more serious, as first Jerry, then I licked and sucked Laura's nipples
on orders from the other. This was followed by a round of nipple-sucking by
myself to both partners, and Jerry to me.  Having my nipples sucked and licked
was a strange and unique sensation, sort of sharp but not overly exciting. The
first serious sexual order was by Jerry to Laura for her to suck my cock for
thirty seconds.  She bent over and did it without any hesitation, and this really
got me very hard.  I won and Jerry lost the next draw, and I ordered him to lick
her pussy.  As she leaned back and he leaned in, the level of arousal increased
another notch.  I lost the next (I think) and Laura had me suck Jerry.  I already
had earlier, so it was no problem now.  His cock stiffened in my mouth in the
half minute or so that I licked him. I wanted to lose and be ordered to lick her,
but the next time I lost and Jerry won, I was ordered to insert my finger in her
pussy instead. I did, and felt how wet she was.  She looked into my eyes as I
fingered her, and this thrilled me more that all the sex play that had preceeded
it. This order started a round of fingering.  I ordered Laura to finger Jerry's
cock then jack him.  She protested that was two orders so I just told her to
finger him, which she did.  Then, when she won and I lost, she asked us if we had
any lubricant.  I didn't, but Jerry had brought along a tube of KY, so he said
yes.  She ordered me to get the lube and use it on my finger, then put it up
Jerry's ass.  I looked at him, and he just crawled over to his bag in the corner
and fished out the tube and handed it to me.  That was enough answer to my
unspoken question, as was his assuming a position on his knees with his ass to
me.  I thought all this looked more than just willing on his part, so I spurted
some in his crack and some on my finger, and probed for the opening. It wasn't
hard to find, and as I was probing Laura put her face up close so she could see
the penetration.  I had never put my finger in anyone's rear, but I had had a few
rectal exams so I knew it was possible and didn't really hurt.  It turned me on
to see how eager she was to see it, so I pressed inward with my index finger, and
although his ass resisted a little I slid it on inside.  The inside of his rectum
felt warm and smooth, and I could feel the muscles trying to expel me.  But I
worked the finger in and out a bit, causing what sounded like a little growl to
come not from his throat but hers. After a while, no longer than we had spent on
any other order, I pulled out the finger.  We went back to the game, but some
kind of barrier was broken.  Next, by luck or what, I was ordered to do Laura. 
She didn't protest, but just bent over like Jerry had.  I lubed up my finger
again and put lots of KY on her asshole -- I feared hurting her.  I was glad my
fingernails were cut short. Funny I didn't really worry about Jerry as much when
I did him.  But indeed after very slowly pressing inward I found my fingertip
inside her ass too.  I pushed it in so slowly, ready to quit if she made a single
cross sound, but instead she murmured approval.  So I ended up moving the finger
around and up inside her too.  Her rectum felt exactly like Jerry's, except a bit
tighter. Sure enough, you guessed it, after another round or two it was my turn.
I had no fear, but bent over and offered them my ass willingly. It felt kind of
thrilling to be a little submissive and do it.  I waited, then felt the cold KY
on my ass, followed by Laura's fingertip pressing at my entrance.  I willed my
ass to relax, and it did enough to let her in.  She pressed in so far I could
feel her knuckle pop past my ass ring before an involuntary contracting of my
rectal muscles tried to force the invader out.  She didn't get forced out but
pushed in deeper.  The feeling to me was surprisingly intense, as my muscles
pushed as if taking a shit, but the result was a high ringing kind of pleasure
radiating out all over my loins. I wondered if the others had felt this way too. 
It was very sensual -- I hadn't known so many sex nerves were located in my ass.

She withdrew and we tried to play a few more hands but we ended the game by
mutual consent with me on my back and Laura under orders from Jerry licking my
cock while on her knees.  Without orders, she bent my legs up, squirted some more
KY on my ass, and inserted a finger again.  Then she went back to sucking me. 
This time the feeling was incredible, and I remember begging her not to stop.
Jerry moved behind her, and inserted his hard cock in her pussy.  She stopped
sucking just long enough to tell him to fuck her, then returned her attention to
me.

We were now linked in another combination.  I had my eyes closed to concentrate
on the pleasure, but I could feel in her motion a gentle rocking that was the
effect of Jerry's thrusts behind her.  This went on for a bit, then she stopped
sucking and asked him to put his finger up in her ass. Silence for a few seconds,
followed by a moan from Laura. "I never knew it could feel so gooood." she
whispered.

The motion resumed.  I knew he had a finger in her ass.  She had her index finger
in mine.  I had nothing to do but lay back and enjoy it, so that's what I did.
The feeling grew and grew, but as I neared the point where I felt like I could
cum, her attention to me began to get erratic.  Her finger stayed in my rear but
stopped moving, and her oral work slowed and then stopped.  Even as far gone as I
was I thought that this might be a good thing, because it's never entirely safe
to have a sensitive and important body part inside the mouth of anyone who's
having an orgasm. And orgasm she did, very strongly it seemed.  She moaned and
gasped, and rocked her body.  Jerry must have noticed her cumming but kept on
thrusting (unlike me who likes to stop as my partner cums).  I opened my eyes and
watched.  The look on her face was intense -- it reminded me of the look of the
girl on the magazine who had both holes stuffed.

I had been pretty near, and my cock longed for attention so it could resume it's
climb to orgasm.  She held still for a half a minute or so, and while Jerry had
slowed his motion he still was putting it to her. Gamely, she recovered a bit and
again took my cock in her mouth.  Her finger was pulled from my ass, but the
sucking was harder now, and I could feel her tongue swirling around my cockhead. 
She also began to move her hand up and down my cock as if she was masturbating me
as she sucked. That did it.  The feelings of pleasure peaked, and I rolled over
the top of the joy curve.  I did manage to warn her by saying "here it comes",
but she didn't do anything except keep on sucking.  As the first spurt came from
my cock, she stopped and just held it there, in her mouth.  I spurted a few more
times, and then quit. The truth was, I just didn't have much cum left to give
her. The orgasm was nice, but it was the kind of one you have when you're pretty
drained.  As good as it feels, there's a kind of warning in it that tells you
that after this, it's quitting time.

And indeed my cock shrank pretty rapidly as I came down.  She kissed it once and
let it go.  Jerry was still fucking, but I was too exhausted to even really care.
 I lay passively there as he pulled out, put her down on her back. and then
mounted her from the side.  I believe that in that position she reached down and
began to work her clit as he continued to move in and out. Several minutes later,
both began to buck and thrash, and mutual moans and groans indicated they got
their final cums too, seemingly at about the same time.

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


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


I slept more fitfully than you'd think, given the exhaustion that our midnight
excesses had induced in me.  As a result, I was the last to awaken to another
bright semi-tropical morning. The birds sang again outside our thin little
blue-and-white shelter. Inside, I was aware of motion, but instead of sex it was
just Laura balancing on her butt, pulling on some pants.  Jerry was nowhere to be
seen. I just lay there, torn between a slight disappointment and an equal measure
of relief that no sexual activity seemed to be on the agenda for the second
morning of our togetherness.  In truth, physically I was feeling a bit burned
out. Laura, dressed in shorts and t-shirt, looked down at me and noticed my eyes
open.  She offered me a quick kiss on the lips, and said she needed to get
cleaned up.  It was a need I felt also, and asked her to wait.  She replied in
the affirmative and, unzipping the door, crawled out to where Jerry was
apparantly working towards fixing breakfast. I moved quickly, and soon we were
all together for eggs, sausage, bacon, and cheese grits.  Everyone had a hearty
appetite.

Following breakfast, we all grabbed towels and a change of clothes, and trooped
as a threesome to the bathhouse.  It was an interesting journey, because our
neighbors were all home at their campsites.  I suspected the closest ones to our
tent, one a couple and another consisting of three guys, had heard our nocturnal
noises and knew what was going on. And indeed we got some looks.  The men
especially looking Laura over, as I noticed out of the corner of my eyes.  I
didn't feel the slightest bit ashamed, in fact, I was proud to be known as the
lover of my two companions. My soul felt very alive as we walked down the
pathway, and even more so as I moved my bowels, and then took a long lazy shower.
 I hadn't known before just how much joy a human can receive from his or her
body, but now every physical act seemed a connection to an animal nature I had
been too busy, or too inhibited, to notice. Feeling clean and happy, we again all
piled into my car to venture forth into another day.

A day which passed much as the last had, with the three of us along with Molly
and Pedro playing tourist.  I don't remember the details, I think we toured a
lighthouse, spent a great deal of time at the beach, and later ate a fine meal at
a restaurant whose name I now can't remember. The amazing thing, which I didn't
think about at the time, was the easy cameraderie between the three of us (Molly
and Pedro apart).  The fact that we were still almost stangers, and had engaged
in very intimate acts that might make some people uncomfortable the day after,
never seemingly entered our minds.

As the night came on, we found ourselves (all five of us) riding around in
Molly's car.  As we passed one of the many strip clubs, Molly wanted to go in and
satisfy her curiousity, having never been in one before.  We all agreed, and so
found ourselves seated at a table in a fairly small and fairly empty room,
watching a girl about our age perform topless on a small stage in front of about
six admiring men.  They were all down close to the stage, and a band of empty
tables separated them from us, seated as we were rather further back. The girl
was attractive, but no more than average in the breast area. She gyrated to the
music, but the look on her face said clearly she'd rather be somewhere else.  Her
admirers apparantly were too dense to notice this, or just didn't care, as they
encouraged her and one or two even reached up to push folded money into her
g-string. We munched on nachos and sipped beer, and I reflected that while this
appeared to be sexual, in fact it was a financial transaction.  The men simply
paid for the show, and she was interested only in the money, and just did
whatever it took to keep it coming her way.  I didn't then and don't now see what
the attraction is to either party in this, but of the two the female side seems
slightly more sensible. It would be different if the girl truly enjoyed
exhibiting herself and found that a turnon, and I suppose a few indeed do.  But I
suspect the general run of strippers are just actresses, some better and some
worse. Following the dance, there was a pause and she walked down off the stage
and proceeded to tour the tables that had occupants, obviously soliciting
contributions.  When she came to us I handed her a few dollars, rather foolishly
I suppose, but I felt some sympathy for her plight.  I don't think either of our
two female companions approved of my donation.

The next girl was much sexier.  She was both pretty and well-endowed, enough so
that Laura asked aloud if we thought they were all natural.  No one did.  Still,
her act had more verve and vigor, and she seemed to be more into it.  The men
whooped and stuffed more dollars.  Gradually, too, more tables began to be filled
as more patrons came in.  Most were men, but there were some couples also.  What
could other women find appealing here, unless they were bi or lesbian?  I guessed
they were just with their boyfriends. As the act went on, Laura whispered in my
ear the question of whether this made me hot.  I whispered back the truth, which
was not much.  She also asked Jerry and I didn't hear what he replied but I think
it was along the same lines as my answer. Pedro, on the other hand, seemed
transfixed.  This was impossible not to notice, and it seemed to make Molly
uncomfortable.  So she soon suggested we leave, which we did.  But once back in
the car, the two of them sat closer together and from the back seat we observed
arms crossing the median between the two front seats, aiming rather lower than
higher.  When we got back to where my car had been left, we excused ourselves and
let the two now hot lovers ride off to their urgently desired fate.

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

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

We sqeezed our way in through a narrow oak door into a smallish smokey room
absolutely crammed with a wide variety of strange and interesting looking people.
 There was a tiny dance floor, and intensely loud music, but Laura wasted no time
inviting us to dance in any space we could jam ourselves into. Now is the time to
confess: I don't dance.  I just don't.  I think it has to do with a lack of
confidence due to being ridiculed the first few times I tried when very young. 
At any rate, I just don't get the rhythm right, am embarrassed, and won't do it. 
So, Jerry and Laura (both excellent dancers) took to the floor while I sat (or
stood, until I could miraculously grab a tiny table) and watched. This was one of
those times when I wished I could dance.  They seemed to be having a great time,
and I couldn't clear my head once again of the silly jealous thoughts that Jerry
was making points while I looked geeky.  Those damned insecurities again! They
did take breaks, and together we drank some, talked (rather, yelled into each
other's ears), and Jerry even pulled out the joint and we passed it around
betwixt the three of us.  We weren't the only ones -- most of the smoke in the
room wasn't tobacco smoke. Laura and Jerry also danced with others, of both
sexes, and with some whose gender was hard to determine.  Everyone was packed
closely, and in the corners one could make out various interesting public
displays of affection. All-in-all it was a sensual atmosphere. While I enjoyed
the exotic people-watching, I was ready to leave any time.  But my companions
danced and danced a good chunk of the night away.

We eventually left, I have no idea what time.  I was of course beginning to feel
the tendrils of horniness creep through my loins, anticipating what delights
might lay before us.  I was hoping both were in my mood also. Laura was
positively bouncy, a state I had not seen her in.  As I drove us homeward bound
(a 10 minute ride at worst), she proceeded to prove she was more ready for
adventure that we had yet seen.  Sitting in the back, but in fact leaning forward
so her head was almost between ours (have I mentioned how small my car was?), she
began licking Jerry's ear.  She didn't do it demurely -- she did it lewdly, with
broad strokes of her tongue.  This caused Jerry to turn his head, whereupon she
glued her mouth to his in a hot tongue-duelling kiss. Damn, once again I was the
driver.  But she didn't let that stop her. Turning to watch the road (difficult,
as what I wanted to do was watch them) I felt a warm tongue on my ear.  Yes, it
was dear sweet Laura sharing her attentions, and the thrill of it was
electrifying.  If you want to get me going, my ears are a very good place to
start. At the first red light, she took advantage to kiss me, and I returned it
fully.  My cock now hardened completely, and I had to move it in my pants to make
it comfortable.  As the drive went on, she went from me to Jerry and back to me,
kissing, licking, and feeling our ears, mouths, necks -- anything she could
reach.  I'd never seen a woman more obviously hot to trot.  If dancing could do
that, well, I vowed to take lessons as soon as possible!

We passed a little shopping center, and she broke her seductive activites to ask
that I stop.  I did, and she left the car to enter a small drugstore that was
still open.  She returned having bought a bottle of clear liquid.  At the car,
she stopped while climbing in to kiss Jerry fairly wildly.  The clerk inside
watched us wonderingly, perhaps enviously. "What did you get?" asked Jerry. "Baby
oil." she replied. "What for?" he asked with a smile. "You'll see." was all she
said. I drove a bit faster.

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

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

"I'm going to try something." Laura said to us both, between kisses. "I've never
done it but I've always wanted to.  Tonight is the night, I'm determined to
try.". She carressed our cocks lovingly, one in each hand. "I want you both
inside me, at the same time." she said. Jerry smiled, and I replied "Just tell us
how you want us.". "Both of you just lay down together beside each other right
now.". We both did as she asked, laying ourselves down laterally in the center of
the small tent, heads to the top where the candle sat on it's tiny table, and
feet to the door.  Laura arranged us so that our bodies touched together at our
sides, and our cocks were at the same general level.  She then staddled our legs,
and bent her face to our erect members. There were no more words, just a gentle
licking and sucking as she alternated between Jerry and I.  She seemed in no
rush, and would hold each cock up high and inspect it, then lick it, then turn to
the other.  We both put our hands under our heads and watched her play with us. 
Gradually, the licks turned to sucks as she took us inside her mouth one at a
time.  She seemed in some way to be comparing us to make a decision, but in fact
we were (are) remarkably similar in that area of anatomy.  Jerry was maybe a
little longer, I a little thicker, both circumcised. "Dan, baby, I want you
inside my pussy." she said to me. "Move please." and she moved Jerry over and
placed me more in the center of the tent space.  She then knee-walked up my body
until her loins straddled mine.  Taking my hard, longing cock in her hand, wet
with her saliva, she pressed it up to her labia and gently lowered herself onto
me. I felt the warm smooth velvet folds wash over my cockhead, and even though
the view was so great I closed my eyes briefly as a wave of exquisite sexual
pleasure rolled through my body.  The warm wet mouth between her legs moved
downward, increasing my pleasure and hers, until I was fairly sheathed all the
way inwards, and our pubic hairs met and intertwined together.

We held still, both savoring the feel of it.  She leaned downward, and pressed
her chest to mine, her nipples boring pleasingly into me.  She kissed me briefly,
and then rose up to give instructions to Jerry (whom I had all but forgotten was
there): "Jerry, hon, get out the baby oil and massage us both please.". He did as
she wanted,  pouring the cool oil on her back and legs and running his hands all
over her, kneading and carressing, making her and me too shine obscenely in the
candlelight.  She lay still, and so did I, with my cock buried deep within her. 
It took some effort not to move, but I didn't. "Now, Jerry.  I want you to put
your cock in my ass.  Please go slow, I'm a virgin.  But I want you in there more
than anything.".

What could I do but lay there and wait, as she did?  She lay over me, our chests
glued together, her face to the left side of my head.  I could smell her hair and
skin, the lovely scent of a woman.  I moved my hands up to her sides and
carressed her gently there. Jerry spent some time moving down below us, and I
really couldn't see much of what he was doing.  I did feel the cool wash of baby
oil flow down over my hot cock and balls, and between my legs, as he liberally
applied it to her ass crack.  I could feel her move slightly as he kneaded
something back there.  Then he appeared above us as he got into position, his
legs and feet to the outside of ours, in sort of a squat.  It was about to
happen.  I felt her body tense, then relax as if by her willpower. I looked up at
him, but his eyes were down, looking at the task at hand. I wondered if he was
experienced at anal sex -- I wasn't.  His face had an expression of intense
concentration, as I felt her pussy muscles move and her body tense again. "Ok?"
he asked, "Ok, don't stop." she replied, next to my ear. A moment later, she let
out a low moaning sound, and I felt the presence of his cock where we were
joined, as a sort of subtle pressure.  I guessed he was pushing his cock in
slowly.  The movement paused, then started again.  More pressure, and she groaned
louder this time. "Are you alright?" he asked. "Yes, go slow." she breathed next
to me. He pressed in again, and this time I felt the tip of his cock press
against mine fully at the base.  She groaned again, loudly this time. "Oh, god,
YES" she said.  "Yes, yes yes". I was sure the neighbors could hear her now, but
we did not care. Her muscles began a rippling motion that I could feel
distinctly.  I didn't move my cock, but I could feel the turmoil she was in.  I
thought back to the finger in my ass, and could only imagine the unbelivable
intensity of a cock going in there. "Oh, GOD, further in.  Yes, fuck it slow.".
She was really moaning quite a bit.  I was beginning to feel wild with the need
to move, but I held it.  I could now clearly feel Jerry's cock sliding ever so
slowly into her, rubbing it's base along my base through the very thin skin
between. "Wait wait wait" she suddenly gasped, and he stopped.  We all lay there
not moving.  Her breathing was hard.  Ours probably was too. "Go ahead." she
finally said.  It felt like she was tensing up when she told him to stop, and she
had lain there in an effort to get her ass muscles to relax again.  I could feel
every motion of her body as it was pressed tightly to mine. He pushed in further,
and I could feel her pussy tense, relax, tense again, and relax again.  She both
moaned and made some little high-pitched keening sound I can't describe.  He
pushed on in relentlessly now, nearing his goal.  My own cock felt so good I was
concerned I would cum before he could even get his all the way into her.
Eventually, he was in her up to the balls.  In fact, his balls rested very near
mine as we were both in as deep as possible.  We didn't move, letting her get
accustomed to it, both afraid we might hurt her.  She was silent for a little
bit, then: "God, jesus, mother, fuck, oh god yes, yes, yes, fuck it". "It feels
like I'm shitting.  Oh god." "Fuck it.  Fuck my ass." She seemed outside herself
on some wild sexual ride.  I'm sure she was. We were too.  But I had my feeling a
little under control, and felt I could in fact move my cock without instantly
cumming. "Go ahead, fuck me Jerry, fuck my ass, fuck it slow." He did, moving
back so slowly and smoothly, then pushing forwards.  On his first back stroke, he
stopped, and moved around, and I felt another cascade of baby oil.  He was lubing
up his cock with it again, before pressing it back in.  The in stroke was easier
due to the oil, and I felt him rub deliciously against me. I had to move too.  I
started to hump slowly against her, but my movement was very limited as their
weight was on me.  I could hear myself groan at the pleasure.  My groans mingled
with the sounds coming from Laura, seemingly from deep inside her. "Yes yes both
of you fuck me.  Fuck me." she implored in a strained voice.  I moved in a
limited way, but Jerry made long strokes in and out as he had freedom of
movement.  We all panted like tired dogs as our legs tangled together and our
loins began to move in disorganized lust. "It's so good, so good" she whispered.
"ohhh, fuck yes" I heard him say.  She echoed these words.  I groaned and
muttered obcenities too.

I moved by instinct, unable to stop.  The feel of his cock rubbing on mine, while
I was in the hot tight confines of her pussy, was just beyond the power of words
to tell it.  We all ground and humped together, all making quite a lot of noise. 
It was a wonder the police weren't called on us. Suddenly, she tensed up
powerfully, and just outright screamed.  I know it could have been heard all over
the campground.  Her hips moved spasmodically, and I knew she was coming.  Jerry
just kept on pumping, his face a sweaty mask of pleasure.  He really could hardly
have stopped if he'd wanted to.  In only a couple more stokes into her now still
and supine body, he stiffened and gritted his teeth, and thrust his loins
powerfully forwards.  I could actually feel his cock swell and throb as he
obviously poured out his cum into her bowels. I should have cum then, but I
didn't.  I was still hard as Jerry slumped down over her, his cock still inside
her.  Neither moved.  I wanted to but again held still.  My throbbing cock wanted
but little to cause it to spurt, but it just lay there and soaked in her juices.
Gradually, the pressure against me lessened, and I knew this was because he was
shrinking.  Shortly, he rose up, and deliberatly and slowly pulled his cock from
her.  It made a popping sound as it left her ass, followed somewhat
disconcertingly by a series of gaseous farts. He sat back on the mattress at our
feet, but I was in need of an orgasm, and beyond being shy about it.  I starting
moving again, under her. She didn't respond much, just laying there. After a bit,
she moved, and turned her head and languidly asked me to keep on fucking her and
never, never to stop.  She also helped by pulling her knees up to present a
better target for me.  I heard Jerry say he needed to clean up, and I could smell
the faint but distinct odor of feces among the sex scents in the confined tent
air.  He moved about slowly, obviously pulling on some garment, and unzipped the
tent flap and walked out.  Laura and I didn't even slow down. I needed to cum in
the worst way, and having a woman on top of me is my favorite position.  I
accordingly wrapped my arms around her back, held her tight, and did most of the
work even though usually it's the other way around in that position.  Soon I felt
the change in pleasure level that signals orgasm is soon to follow.  In short
order, I could hold it no longer and didn't try: I felt my hips thrust
instinctively, and I groaned into her ear as my cock squirted it's load deep into
her.  She just murmured in acceptance of my liquid gift, and licked my ear as the
spurts began to subside. "Oh, you stopped." she whispered in mock disappointment.
We just lay glued together, exchanging a kiss or two but otherwise not moving. 
Soon my shrinking cock slipped out from her very sloppy crotch. Jerry returned,
and she sat up and said: "Oh that was just fucking unbelievable.  I can't believe
I waited this long to try it.  I want it again!". Jerry and I looked at each
other, and said "Well, wait a little bit, Ok?". She laughed and replied "Not long
I hope.  Here, let's get that pipe out again, or do you want me to roll a
joint?". She was fully revived. "I want to get even kinkier" she said.


For the sequence of events that occurred next, I can only plead temporary
insanity for all of us.  This is the first time in this tale that I'm tempted to
gloss over the details.  But: in for a dime, in for a dollar; I'm not going to
gloss.  We did it, so you are going to get the full treatment.

"We need a little pick-me-up" she said after Jerry and I failed to react with
much enthusiasm to her vivacity.  I don't know where she got it, the time had to
be in the wee hours.  I've noticed that in terms of endurance, many women put men
to shame.  Here was a clear case of it. She fished in her purse, and found a
little vial of white powder. Cocaine. I had never done anything like coke, but I
had already tried so many new things I didn't shrink from this one.  She had a
tiny little dipper that she could fit down into the vial, and she used it to fish
up little bits of the stuff and inhale it up her nose. "Want some?" she asked. We
answered by moving near her.  Jerry dipped and sniffed.  The thing was passed to
me, and I just did it.  It was simple to do.  She took it from me, and did some
more, then Jerry, then I again. I expected some kind of feeling from it, but
nothing happened right away.  She put the vial away, and took to carressing us. 
Kisses were exchanged, and as she kissed me deeply, I began to feel a rush from
the drug.  Nothing overpowering, just a speed-up of energy. She turned to Jerry,
bent over, and took his cock into her mouth.  It was semi-hard as she did so, and
as she sucked it slowly rose to a nice firm stiffness.  It took a a while, but
she worked diligently at it.  I watched and felt myself stirring, but with little
visible effect yet. She took her mouth from him, and came to me. "C'mon guys, I
need some help here.". She sucked me, and it felt good,  But I had just cum very
powerfully less than twenty minutes ago, and over the last few days had been far
more active than usual for me.  My cock rose, but slowly, and not to it's full
pride.  She asked Jerry for help, and he took me and licked and jacked me with
his hand.  This didn't really help the situation. She watched and the sight added
to her already raging hormones. "I'll get him up" she said, and bid me to kneel
on my hands and knees. I did, wondering what would happen.

I was shocked to find her face pressed to my ass crack, and her tongue licking up
and down it.  I thought that at least I had fantasized about every possible
perversion, even if I hadn't seen it, but this was something entirely new to me
at that time.  I felt her small hand on my cock, as her tongue actually started
to concentrate on my asshole. The very thought sent a wicked thrill all through
me.  Combined with the effects of the cocaine, and the feel of her hand, my
member quickly pumped blood to become fully erect.  I felt the course of arousal
pulse powerfully inside me.  The very delay, and sudden onset of it, made it
stronger than most anything I'd ever felt. My body came fully back to life, every
nerve aware, as she tried to, incredibly, force her tongue into my ass.  This
sent a tingle all over my loins, and reflexively without thinking I tried to
relax my rectum to let her in.  This was nasty and wicked and almost out of
bounds for me, or at least it would have been two days ago, but now I felt a kind
of delicious surrender. "Yeah." I encouraged, "Get it deeper." It's hard to
really force a soft organ into a virgin ass, and she didn't succeed. After a
while I felt cool air replace her warm wet tongue as she moved away.  But the
nastiness of the effort fired all three of us to a new level. Not to be outdone,
Jerry instantly took her place and did the same thing to me.

"Tongue-fuck his ass" I heard her say, in anything but a normal tone of voice. He
tried, hard. His tongue was stronger, and I felt a wicked tingle as he wiggled it
inward.  I relaxed and he pushed, but only gained a minimal entry.  Still I
groaned with the feeling.  Laura spat on her hand, and began again to masturbate
me. "That got him up!" she exclaimed. This continued for a bit, then Laura asked
"Do me please, please?". She turned and raised her ass, and Jerry left me.  I
looked up, and he positioned himself behind her and began to lick in her ass
crack.  As I got off my knees to get a closer look, he stopped moving up and down
and concentrated on her anus.  She reached back and spread her cheeks open for
him, and I could see his face press closer in an effort to get his tongue in her.
 She moaned as he worked.  I have no idea how much if any he succeeded. But
watching made my cock throb even harder.

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

Jerry eventually pulled away, and I took his place.  I didn't even think about it
once, forget twice.  I licked lasciviously up and down her crotch, gathering the
copius juices down below on my tongue and beard.  When my tongue passed her
asshole I could sense the change of taste.  It didn't seem revolting, so I too
began to lick and probe there.  It was already slick with Jerry's saliva. Her
moan encouraged me, and I wildly tried to push my tongue inside her.  We were
like animals.  Jerry kissed and licked her back, sides, neck and arms as I did my
thing. I couldn't get my tongue in her ass -- I don't know how all these heros
and heroines in these porn stories I have read since manage to do it so easily. 
It was very tight back there, even after she had taken Jerry's cock earlier in
the night.  But I knew from my own recent experience it felt good for her as I
tried.

Not getting anywhere, I eventually stopped.  When I did, she told Jerry, "Bend
over". He did, and she got up and just attacked his ass with her mouth.  She
kissed all over it, then started to work on his asshole.  He had alot of hair in
his ass crack, but she didn't seem to care.  Again she spat on her hand and
reached under and started to rub his cock.  I kissed and licked all over her
ears, neck, and back as she concentrated on him. She stopped after a fairly short
time, then sucked her own finger and started to insert it into his ass.  He
wasn't the only one with an anal obsession.  She fingerfucked him briefly, and
then he turned his head to the side I was on and asked, "Will you fuck me?".

"Sure." I replied, all thoughts of the inhibitions of the last few nights long
gone.  Was there anything I wouldn't do? "Oh yeah!" Laura exclaimed, her
cherished voyeur fantasy about to come true.  But she was too hot to just be a
spectator. "Fuck me in the pussy while he fucks you in the ass." she suggested to
Jerry. They said not another word as they arranged their bodies with him over
her, and he bent his hard throbbing cock to her swollen labia.  I watched as he
pushed in and she moaned.  They lay for only a second or two, then he put his
hands under her thighs and bent her upwards.  The purpose of this was so he could
raise up on his own knees while keeping deep inside her.  It looked to me to be
so practiced a move that he had done it before, and for the same reason. 
Probably so. I meanwhile knew what was required of me, and I crawled around
searching for the lost bottle of baby oil, which had been discarded in the
general mess.  Our little candle had about guttered out, and it was getting dark
in there, but I found it by feel under some clothes, just about the time I was
contemplating looking for the KY instead. I knew if I thought about anything I
might hesitate, so I just crawled into position, and squatted behind them.  Jerry
had spread his legs, and the sight of his and Laura's sexual position was lewd
and nasty in the extreme. I put the head of the baby oil bottle up to his ass and
poured some on it, and then put some on my hand and worked it all over my cock. 
I then used my finger to probe for his asshole, which was not really visible in
the gathering darkness.  I found it and pressed in, surprized to feel it give
easily and my finger pop right inside.  I took my cock with the other hand and
guided it right to where my finger was, then withdrew the finger and put the
cockhead right up where it left.  I saw Laura twist her upper body around so she
could try to see what I was doing, but I don't think she got as good a view as
she would have liked.  But her gaze was riveted on the scene of my penetration.
"Do it." she said, "Fuck him up the ass." I pressed forward with my hips, and my
cock met some resistance but it quickly gave way, and easier than I ever thought
my cockhead slipped up into an asshole.  I had dreamed many times about doing
women this way, but it didn't matter to me then that it was a man, and even a
friend of mine.  It felt really good. "Fuck me" he encouraged. Now that the head
was in, the hard part was over. All I had to do was press forward, and I did.  
His ass was the tightest thing I'd ever been in, but the resistance only
heightened the sensations as I felt his ring go down my cock as I sank in ever
deeper.  He was not a virgin, I remember vaguely thinking. Once in all the way,
my balls pressed against his ass, I felt the powerful need to fuck, so I started
withdrawing and then stroking inwards. He muttered not a sound of protest, so I
just pushed out and in without regard for anything but my own body's needs. As I
humped, he started moving too, and I remembered he was inside Laura and in a
sense I was fucking her through him.  But this was only a vague thought; the only
important thing was the need to move my hips. We just did that for a while, no
one talking but everyone panting and moaning.  The thrilling feelings washed over
us again, filling us up, keeping us all moving more or less in sync.  Our loins
gyrated together, Laura moving her hips too as best she could under us. Jerry was
getting the best/worst of it, with my dick massaging his prostate and a pussy
squeezing his cock.  No wonder he was the first to cum.

"Awwww god, Awwwww god." he started repeating.  I'd never heard him so
distraught.  I just kept up my rhythm.  Laura put her hands on his hips and said:
"Squirt me baby, cum in it, juice my split." "Aggggg" he moaned as he pushed
forward.  I felt his ass tighten ferociously on me as he came.  I held on as he
thrashed some.  Laura moaned too.  Eventually, after a half a minute or so, he
stopped moving and moaning. I pulled out, my cock still very hard.  It would not
be truthful to say that the result was a pleasing smell, or that my cock was
totally clean. Jerry pulled off Laura, and sat back with a dazed look on his
face, barely visible in the gloom. Laura sat up too, and grabbed the baby oil and
searched in her purse and extracted a kleenex or two.  She then doused my cock
with the oil, and rubbed it clean with the tissues. She had not cum. She lay back
down, bent her legs way up in the air, exposing her bottom, and said to me rather
fiercely, "Fuck my ass". I bent down to it, moving forward cock in hard.  She
still had the oil bottle, and poured it down on her own ass, and worked her
finger into her asshole to lubricate it.  I was praying she was pretty close to
her orgasm, because I knew I would not be able to last very long inside her. When
I got close to her, she took my cockhead and placed it up to her asshole.  To do
this, she had to bend up so much that her feet were practically on my shoulders. 
The light was almost gone, but I could see the sheen of sweat on our bodies. I
pressed in, slowly and gently, unlike I had with Jerry.  Even in my sexual frenzy
I didn't want to hurt her.  She didn't protest at all, and I pressed with more
force. Suddenly, my cock popped into her. "Ahhhh."  She moaned  "I just love it
when your cock forces my ass." I pressed in deeper, my cock practically on fire. 
If possible, she was tighter than Jerry had been.  But her ass felt the same
inside -- a tight, tight ring followed my smooth velvety walls.  Eventually I
stopped when there was no more of me to push inside.  My loins pressed tightly to
hers. There was a slight pleasure pause, and I gathered my strength to start
stroking.  I felt my cum was not far off.  She used the time to stretch her hand
down to her pussy, and start working her fingers over her clit.  I was clear
neither of us had much intention of doing anything other than cumming as soon as
the feeling took us. After only about thirty seconds (I guess) of steady
stroking, she came first.  Her finger was a blur as she moaned in a higher and
higher pitch until she started hunching up against me.  I held on, then starting
fucking again, but this time the feel was too much for me and my body did it's
thing, forcing my hips forward and stiffening as my cock pulsed and throbbed out
every last drop of my remaining juice into her ass, to mingle with Jerry's cum
already in there.

I gasped and reeled, falling forward on her.  She reached up and carressed my
back as I lay there, feeling my cock rapidly shrinking.  Soon, without any motion
from me, it was forced back out of her ass by the motion of her muscles.  I
kissed her gently, and rolled aside. Incredibly, she wanted more. "Jerry baby
give me some head" she called.  But he wasn't there. Neither of us had noticed
him leave -- that's how far gone we had been. So, gamely, I bent down to it.  I
crawled between her legs and began to lick and probe her pussy.  As soon as I
touched her hard clit she made it clear she didn't want to be teased. "Right
there, and don't stop". I did my duty, and that's about what it felt like at that
point.  All arousal had been forced out of me, and I was tired now.  But she had
a need and I responded, licking her clit like a kitten laps up milk.  Not sparing
the force, figuring if it's too much she'll tell me. This went on for a while.  I
remember feeling a straining of my neck muscles as I licked, but I kept it up
with a sense of determination to please her. As she began to respond with a
tensing of her body and little motions of her hips -- sure signs a woman is
getting close -- Jerry appeared again at the tent door. "Jesus" he said, coming
inside, not figuring on the sex still going on after all we had already done. He
hadn't even finishing zipping up the flap before she arched her back and started
rubbing furiously against my face. "Ohhhhhh" she moaned, and her body did some
rapid spasms.  I didn't stop licking, waiting for her to tell me.  She flopped
down, then arched again and cried out louder.  I held to her thighs as she
hunched against my face. She arched powerfully, strongly, only her neck and feet
seemed to be touching the floor.  After a moment of this, she fell back down
gasping for breath.  My cum-covered face was left high but not dry as she fell
away from it.

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

Gradually, we came to our senses.  Jerry already had, and was laid out in a
sleeping position.  I looked around and could see the faint light of dawn on the
sunward side of the tent.  Laura just looked up at the ceiling, and then in a
gesture I still don't understand, she put her hands over her face and she clearly
but softly "Oh my god, Oh my god.". Was she transported by pleasure?  Or suddenly
ashamed of the excesses we had just forced ourselves into?  I don't know. At any
rate I climbed up beside her and don't remember anything else until afternoon of
the new day, when we awoke.


She: "All good things must come to an end." He: "Why?" -- The Author and a former
Lover


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

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

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

Later, Laura was not so shy as me. "Does it burn when you pee?" she asked Jerry.
"Nope" he said, "But Dan there has the same problem.". I felt a stupid kind of
kinship with her, somehow.  Or maybe at that point I was looking for kinship with
her.  I admit, I was fast feeling at least tickled by Cupid's arrow and wished we
didn't have to leave tomorrow.

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

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

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

In fact, what I really would have liked was one last time to make love to her one
on one.  We had had some incredible sex, but I missed the sensation of just
slowly enjoying the feelings in intimate contact with her and her alone.  But it
was not to be.  Instead, we all talked the afternoon away without managing to say
a single thing I remember now.

Later, we fixed some simple supper and they ate with us, and then after darkness
fell, Molly and Laura drove off to the hotel.  I didn't feel like doing anything
in particular, so I got out the fuel oil lantern, lit it, and read.  Once in a
while I stopped to consider how very different this night was from the three that
preceded it. I went to bed, and tried to sleep, but in fact I slept fitfully.  I
think -- no I'm sure -- I missed Laura.  Jerry was friendly but a non-factor in
all of this.  He didn't talk about her or seem to miss her at all.  I think for
him it was just a fun and interesting three-night stand.  I was at least glad he
didn't seem interested in continuing any sexual activity with me.

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

They were inside, sitting at a booth eating a Whopper with fries.  We went in to
say goodbye.  Laura was glad to see us, and both stood to give us hugs.  Laura
and I exchanged addresses -- I gave her my phone number, she said she didn't know
what hers would be till she got back this semester. They invited us to eat with
them but Jerry said "we better be going" and I didn't argue. When Laura hugged
Jerry, she kissed him on the mouth, lingering there beyond what was merely
friendly.  Then, turning to me, she hugged me tight in a full body hug, and
kissed me on the lips.  I felt her tongue go inside my open mouth, and I returned
the favor, right there in the middle of the tourist families with their kids at
the Burger King at lunchtime. The kiss lasted longer than you'd think, till we
both heard Molly say "whoa".  We broke apart, she returned to her seat and I and
Jerry to the door to leave. The tourist parents tried not to stare, but they were
looking curiously at us to be sure, like the campground neighbors had. As we
walked out, I turned for one last look.  She turned and waved, and I waved back.

It was the last I ever saw of her.

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

That morning as I walked in, our secretary/bookeeper noticed my tan, and asked if
I had had a good time. "Yes indeed." I replied. She said, "I like the beard.  It
makes you look much older.".



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

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

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

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

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

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