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It was good of Karen Wagner to grant us permission to play with her concept, here. Thank you, Karen. I wish to also thank Frank Downey for his kind permission to use characters from "Westport High" along with his "Buddy System" (which I found a logical refinement to the basic concept). Thank you, Frank. |
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This time I woke up in a crowded bed; I had Sam sleeping on top of me, her miniscule weight holding me in place and providing a kind of warmth that I wouldn't expect... and my morning wood was already part way in to her very wet channel. On each side of me lay Red and Juenko, each with their back to me-- the better to have my arms under their heads and my hands on a breast.
No wonder I woke up with an erection.
Well, a full bladder probably didn't help but this was not a way to help reduce the impact. I twitched my dick inside of Sam and heard her sigh. Then she moved, her hands on either side of my neck to avoid the others, as she raised her head up to look at me.
As our eyes met she'd reached an angle which caused her to slide the rest of the way onto my dick, and I do mean the rest of the way, causing her to gasp and squeak.
Her sudden squeak was quickly followed by her limbs shaking and an internal spasming that pushed me over the edge. This was a rather more widespread event than I expected.
My own body, in joining her in a quick climax, spasmed. My hips drove up into her and my hands tightened around the two small tits I was holding, so I came back to myself hearing two more women moaning as Sam pulled me almost-- almost-- all of the way out of her to reach up to kiss me.
Morning erections, I have learned, don't tend to go down too quickly, so, yes, I was still quite hard. Sam slid back down, I could feel her insides fluttering around me; it did seem like she was still on the edge.
My hands and arms were soon freed as Red and Juenko shifted position to watch as Sam rode me, slamming down onto me with her extra slick sleeve. I was a long way from cumming but Sam wasn't, and her pattern included a lot of squeaks as she worked up to each pinnacle.
The problem with the pain from a morning erection is that it quickly becomes evident that an orgasm is getting further and further away as time goes on. In my own discomfort, not trying to show it, I lost count of how many stops for her orgasms Sam made, but she finally collapsed onto my chest, exhausted. I kissed her forehead and told her I had to get up and pee.
Sam followed me as we climbed out of the now empty bed (I'd not noticed when Red and Juenko had gotten up) and to the bathroom where it took some effort to bend the rest of me enough for me to direct the stream. I was starting to soften towards the end of my relief when Sam's hand reached and took control of the aiming.
My penis was still in hand while she flushed the toilet and then sat on it as I stood there in front of it. I heard her own urine spraying down the inside of the toilet.
My own bladder had been very full and had taken some time to empty. Despite Sam's small size it seemed her bladder held more than mine as she drained it.
During this draining she was running her hand on my dick, masturbating me. I wasn't ready to go off immediately but cumming wasn't far from my mind as she sat in front of me and stroked me with her hands. Considering she had me by my balls during this was not lost on me.
She stopped for a moment, stood up, flushed, and then reached for me again and dragged me into the shower.
My next orgasm was put off despite her attentions keeping me excited; it was when we were drying that I got a surprise. She kneeled in front of me, took me in her mouth, and worked to bring me off quickly.
I wasn't thinking, I let her drive, I let her do what she wanted. And, believe me, I was ready. And she knew how to tell how ready I was.
It was at the breakfast table that she explained why she'd come downstairs with the strings of my ejaculate all over her face, hair and chest. She wanted to be "marked" by me.
This sure surprised me. I think it surprised the others as well. Even more because she wasn't wiping her face clean.
Breakfast was being presided over by Samuel with my mother at his right hand. Marc and Marcie were apparently staying at the other house for now with my dad and Red's mom.
My mom's own reaction to Sam's explanation was not much more than a mild nod, as if it was no surprise. What did shock her-- and Samantha herself-- was when Red and Juenko cleaned off her face, especially around her mouth, with their tongues.
If I hadn't been so fucked out this week-end already I think the twitches I felt would have been pretty solid erections.
After breakfast, however, we all went to wash up together; we had church to go to. While we weren't all members of the same congregation, we all considered ourselves to be generic Christians, so visiting different churches (as my parents liked to do, just to ensure that we weren't getting too much of just one preacher's mindset) was not unusual.
With the Naked In School program, many churches had chosen to denounce it while most of the rest turned a blind eye to it. There were three churches in the area that had decided to embrace it, considering that nudity reflected how God had made us.
One of these was where our families went to on this Sunday, and while nudity of adults "in public" was still frowned on ("The Program" being still a work in progress) only the six of us "minors" could travel in the nude. Our folks had to undress in the foyer as we "children" shed our shoes.
The next step was that there was a large shower area, so that we'd all be clean in the church itself. It was a very interesting orientation we were taken through as visitors to this church. One of the hints "why" was the sign over the door "Cleanliness is Next to Godliness".
Well, this certainly made it easier to keep the church (and the congregation) clean. Sex play was being discouraged, of course, at least before the service. And it wasn't a large crowd, either. I recognized that visitors (which we ten qualified as) were carefully placed with others to ensure we felt welcome.
This was a different kind of church altogether. I've been to quite a few; some sang dirges, others sad hymns, while few others raised happy voices. This church had, I think, the happiest voices in song I've ever heard.
Looking around, I saw why.
We were celebrating what we'd been given by a generous creator. In our nudity and implicit humility (it didn't matter how snazzy a dresser you were, this reinforced the message of our "equality in God's eyes") we could all be happy with who and what we were.
I wish I'd written down some of the sermon points, just for debating. Biblical quotes are often plucked out of context by ministers and I've caught enough such "manipulative" references. This minister played it straight... and the verses fit with both his efforts to explain his understanding and how this church operated.
This was the first time I'd ever seen a minister take a poll from his community, gathered in the church, like a Q and A session, and people were encouraged to speak their thoughts. At times the minister acted more as a debate moderator.
It was at the end, where we were exhorted to show welcome to our neighbors that I discovered how intimate such a welcome could be; a girl in the row in front of me, instead of just shaking my hand, took it and placed it directly on her breast, guided my other one to the adjacent object and pulled me to her for a kiss. I gave as good as I could get and she hugged the girls with me. I had men shaking hands with me and girls pulling me into barely less intimate hugs. I saw women touching men and men touching women, and, as the ritual ended, we were told "Remember, male and female He made us. Did he do good work? Or did he do Great work?"
I joined the shout of "Great!".
Of course I never realized how many people could sound like Tony the Tiger... and I think it was someone's idea of fun.
As the service ended we filed through the foyer where our shoes (and our folks' clothing) was returned. The minister was there, still nude, to bid us all adieu.
I realized then the biggest difference from other churches.
You can't interrupt the service for collections when no one has money on them. I heard my parents being told to look over the membership brochure and consider joining... and that any contributions were welcome, but not considered necessary.
This was the strangest church I'd ever been to... and, for me, this experience made it easier to believe there was a God-- at least for me.
Sam, Red and Juenko dragged me upstairs to my room and I was soon on my back under an over-excited Red. She came well before I could and I soon found Juenko sliding down on top of me, and I was soon touching her core again.
I'd gotten very familiar with Juenko's internals just as she'd become very intimate with many of my body parts.
She was moaning and groaning as she came the first time; on her second ascent she started begging me to come in her, the please becoming more and more plaintive as she neared her finish.
I fired into her as she was finishing her climax, feeling her body continue to spasm around me as she came down from her high.
After being ridden so hard and pushing back at my rider, I was almost as far gone as both Red and Juenko, so I was soon spooned between them and the three of us faded out. I was still fading when Sam gave each of us a kiss and pulled the sheet over us.
Our nap wasn't all that long; Sam woke us an hour later for a late lunch with all of our folks-- including Sam's mom-- and Sam went home with her. Juenko also departed with her mom, too, so Red and I went out to a movie.
Just to reduce our visibility, we did get dressed for the occasion even if it wasn't anything fancy.
After almost a week spending most of my time in the nude it felt funny to put clothes back on. It actually felt rather unnatural (well, yes, I guess that backs up the naturist point of view) though there were some advantages (I wear jockey shorts and the support for my testicles certainly did feel good).
Now I know I'm no heart-throb for the A-list types; for the longest time I was more of a target of scorn instead of a potential date. So when Tamara and Hannah spotted us at the end of the ticket line, they joined us.
Except for Red it took a lot for me to trust someone. For girls like Tamara and Hannah (and their dates from the football team, both named Joe, oddly enough) the likelihood that I'd trust them was somewhere between slim and none.
So this might explain my... uh... lack of enthusiasm as they tried to chat me up. In fact, I could tell that their dates were more than a little displeased with the level of attention I was getting even though I wasn't reveling in it. Red finally reminded them, gently, that they had dates that should be getting most of their attention.
I have no idea why Tamara would say "But Joe's not as good in bed as you are."
My response was "Only with Red, Tam, only with Red. I doubt that I'd do well with you" not wanting to finish by telling her 'because I'd have a problem giving a damn about you'.
Neither of the Joes seemed thrilled at this pronouncement.
The movie, once I'd flushed the pair of couples from my mind, was a pleasant film. Red and I held hands and rubbed our heads together.
Sunday night was a quiet time for us when we got back home; we made love slowly and gently, with no urgency until we got close to finishing together. That put us to sleep for the night.
Monday was approaching; it was best to be as rested as possible for it. The only real question remaining was whether I'd be pulling another week in The Program.
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