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Subject: {ASSM} Iconoclast - Studio Photography Class - Ch 02 (M/F, M/F ,oral ,anal, exhib, voy)
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Danger, danger, Will Robinson! You have to go now. I'm sorry, but some 
legal jurisdictions prohibit verbal or visual depictions of many of the 
scenes shown in the following story. It is probably illegal for anybody 
of any age to read this story in at least some misbegotten place on 
earth. So in the spirit of internationalism I warn you that you should 
only read the following if you are a space alien. If you are, write me 
and tell me about yourself. I'd really like to find out all about what 
it's like up there. Thanks.

This work is copyright 2002 by Iconoclast. All rights reserved. Download 
it for your own pleasure. Pass it on to friends. Post it on any site that 
doesn't charge you to see it, but keep this warning and all title and 
author and email info intact. But don't put it up on any site where the 
reader has to pay by way of subscriptions, adult checks or similar 
viewer-pay systems. Since the WWW is everywhere, I get to decide where to 
procecute any violation of this. I wonder what Sha'ariya law penalties 
apply to copyright violation? 

Whether you like this story or not, send me an email. I love constructive 
criticism. But remember, I start crying if your words are too harsh.


Studio Photography Class - Ch 02 (M/F, M/F ,oral ,anal, exhib, voy)
by Iconoclast (kreisthornNOSPAM@shaw.caNADA)

It's amazing what a fresh dose of sex can do to your disposition. After I 
got home from my photography session with Jennifer and Chris I was too 
excited to fall asleep right away. I couldn't stop thinking about how 
beautiful and sexy they both looked, especially when they were sprawled 
out naked on the couch and chair in Jennifer's apartment. And I 
especially couldn't stop thinking about our next get-together on Sunday, 
and what might happen then.

After a couple of years of not having any sex other than what I could get 
from my hand, I was suddenly 'involved' with two gorgeous women.  What a 
rush. Not only could I hardly believe that it had actually happened, I 
was amazed that they had both considered me to be suitable material for a 
fling. I really have to work on that self-confidence thing.

I worked all the next day in a daze. Luckily nothing serious happened on 
the network, because I sure would have fumbled my way through trying to 
fix things up. That evening I spent a lot of time on the net researching 
high-end digital cameras. There wasn't much choice among those that had 
the specs I needed: interchangeable lenses, ultra high resolution, flash 
synch and a few other goodies. The prices were certainly beyond my means, 
but if it meant more time with Jennifer and Chris then I would hock my 
car and anything else it took to get to stay around them. I thought of 
phoning Jennifer, but then I realized I didn't have either of their 
numbers. What a jerk! You spend two nights with two of the foxiest babes 
going and you don't even get their numbers! So I went to bed horny and 
more than a little pissed off with myself.


The Second Class

I arrived early at the class on Saturday morning. In fact Barry, the 
instructor, was the only one there at the time, and we sat around 
bullshitting for a while until the others started drifting in. He asked 
me how I had done on the first assignment, the self-portraits, and I 
blushed a bit and told him I had the finished slides and was quite 
pleased with them. He started to quiz me about how I had taken them, but 
luckily the others started drifting in at that time and I didn't have to 
make up some bullshit story. My classmates started to file in by ones and 
twos, greeting me and Barry and each other. I greeted a few of them and 
then pointedly ignored Jim the jerk when he arrived. What a puke!

Finally Chris and Jennifer arrived at the same time and waved hello to 
me. My smile was so big I almost ripped the muscles around my mouth. I'm 
not really good at the stealth thing. They sat down near the front, and I 
sat down beside them, trying desperately to wipe one hell of a big shit-
eating grin off my face. They handled it a lot better than I did, giving 
me brief grins and then paying serious attention to Barry when he got up 
in front and started his lecture.

Today's lecture was about the business end of photography, emphasizing 
that although it was an art, the professional photographer needed to have 
a good handle on the business end as well. I didn't pay too much 
attention, since I wasn't interested in making a business out of my 
hobby, and besides I had a good grasp of business from my previous life. 
So I sat there, mostly looking at my classmates, especially Chris and 
Jennifer, and thinking about more interesting things, especially Chris 
and Jennifer. Is there some kind of consistent thread running through all 
this?

Finally the lecture ended and Barry asked us each to give him the slides 
we had taken last week, including both the pictures of the model, 
Allison, and the self-portraits we had done, which everybody had already 
marked their own with their names He put them in the projector and 
started to go through them. First came the pictures of Allison, and 
because everybody had the same tools (lights, model, setting) it really 
highlighted the differences in how each student could improve in the 
areas of lighting and composition and getting the best out of the model. 
Most of the pictures were of a fairly high standard (need I mention that 
the pictures taken by Jim, my favorite whipping boy, were well below the 
average).A few of my own mistakes were painstakingly pointed out and I 
learned a lot from the critiques, especially from Barry and also from 
some of the class members. 

Then came the self-portrait pictures. These were supposed to be nude, or 
as close to nude as the student felt comfortable with, pictures of the 
student. The purpose was to make the student sensitive to the needs and 
feelings of the model, and were to be preferably taken by a third party, 
but self-takes using the time-delay features of the camera were 
acceptable. Here the results were far more varied than in the pictures of 
the model. It was interesting to see that most of the men chose to wear 
at least a little bit of clothing. Of the four women, Chris and Jennifer 
stood out in having totally nude, though artistic nudes. Of the other 
two, Sandra, a 28-year-old brunette chose to wear a bikini, as did 
Melanie, the 38-year-old brunette. Melanie, however was topless in one of 
her pictures, making it three out of the four women in the class brave 
enough to appear nude or semi-nude.

These pictures were not critiqued like the pictures of the model, but 
instead Barry asked each student what they felt about posing and what 
changes it had made in their perception of the photographer/model 
interaction. The answers were very interesting. Those few who had used 
the time-delay features of their cameras experienced very little of that 
interaction, understandably. But even all alone they still felt some of 
the need to do their best for the camera. Many of the students had used 
spouses or lovers as the cameraperson, and they definitely learned some 
of the feelings of being used as an object and of wanting to put on their 
best 'performance'. 

Chris and Jennifer and I were definitely in the minority, each of us 
saying that we had used 'friends' to take the photos. We reported 
feelings of vulnerability, anxiety, competition and objectification, but 
also of excitement and sensuality. Jennifer led the way on this. She was 
the first of our group to speak, and being forthright she told it like it 
was. Her candor must have lent some spine to Chris and me, and we 
followed with very self-revealing comments about our feelings and desires 
while modeling.

The rest of the class was very attentive when the pictures of Chris and 
Jennifer appeared on the screen, with sidelong glances at the originals 
sitting beside them. It was more than  the fact that they were good 
looking and very sexy. It is very startling to be in a classroom 
situation and have your fantasies come to life. Unlike the daydreams you 
had when you were in a grade nine classroom and fantasized about that 
girl the next row over that you really wanted to play doctor with in back 
of the school, these were real classmates really nude up on the screen. 
All the men, at least, were wrapped up in their own fantasies as well as 
the reality before them. 

I was pleased to see that the 'Gang of Three', as I started to think of 
the us, was followed by Melanie, who seemed to have the same experiences 
as we did. I say 'seemed' because I doubt that she had had as much fun as 
the three of us did. Then again, perhaps she had. She told us that the 
photos were taken by a former lover that she was still friends with. 
Although not saying so outright, she implied that the session had gone on 
for some time after the topless shots had been taken, and that a lot more 
had been bared than was up on the screen. 

I was quite impressed with her, both for the courage she showed in 
showing topless pictures of herself to the whole class, and in her body. 
As I said before, she was somewhat plump, or Rubenesque as the personal 
ads like to put it. But she was also well toned and fit, and her breasts 
stood out from her body rather than sagging down and flabby. She seemed 
quite content to live in her skin, and that self confidence made her 
suddenly more alluring than I previously realized. And even though I had 
two "sure things" sitting beside me in the form of the lovely Jennifer 
and Chris, I still reacted to Melanie like a stag in rut. What is it that 
makes men act like that?

Barry was pleased with the reports of the experiences of the students, 
and when we had discussed this for some time he went to the next room and 
came back with Allison, who was to be our model again this week. She sat 
down on a chair behind the desk and he conducted a question/answer 
session with her, asking about how a professional model feels when she is 
under the lights. It was very informative, and I was surprised to find 
that she too had felt all of the same emotions that the Gang of Three 
had, including the sensuality and sexuality at various times. Hearing her 
speak about her various feelings was very instructive. So instructive 
that I felt my own rising emotions springing up in my pants, thinking 
about how the Gang of Three had risen to the occasion, so to speak.

After the session on the self-portraits had finished we broke again for 
lunch. Chris and Jennifer and I gathered together and agreed to go to the 
same diner as the previous week. We were walking out when we ran into 
Barry, and asked him to join us. "Sure", he said . "Just let me get 
Allison.", as he went back to find her. We three walked on to the diner, 
and were already seated when Barry arrived with Allison. We all had a 
good time talking about the course and what we had been doing, and when 
the food arrived is was just as greasy and yummy as we expected. 

A tense moment arrived near the end of the meal when Barry unexpectedly 
asked us about the nude photos that we had each had taken of ourselves, 
presumably by some unknown 'friend'. I was totally prepared to lie 
through my teeth to preserve our anonymity, but Jennifer, forthright as 
she always was, jumped in and told him that we had taken the pictures 
together, as a group. Barry just nodded at this, and said something about 
being pleased that we had coalesced as a team.

Some time later, after we had finished eating, Barry mentioned that we 
were lucky to have found each other for the modeling sessions. It was 
quite expensive to hire models, so he often had to rely on the time he 
got with the models he got for the class to work on his own portfolio. We 
chatted for a while about the problems of being an artistic photographer 
in a commercial art world when Chris suddenly interjected a new element 
into our discussion. 

"We're planning on getting together again tomorrow for another modeling 
session. I'm sure that Fred and Jennifer wouldn't mind if you came along 
and participated and got some shots for your portfolio." she said to him, 
looking at the two of us for affirmation. 

I hardly knew what to say, being dumbfounded by the offer. First, that it 
came from Chris, who had at first been too shy to take off her bikini, 
and second that I saw my cozy plans for another wild session with the two 
of them ruined by the presence of a third party. Like I said before, I'm 
not body shy, so the thought of having another photographer take pictures 
of me didn't faze me, but the lost opportunity with Jennifer and Chris 
did. But I thought I'd better be a good team player and support Chris, so 
I said "Sure, fine by me."

All eyes turned to Jennifer, who with only the slightest hesitation 
nodded her agreement. Barry got a big smile on his face and said he would 
be delighted to work with us, and that he would be happy to give us some 
more pointers about lighting and posing and such while he was with us 
outside of the class. So it was a done deal. 

Now we just had to settle on a place to get together. Jennifer's 
apartment, which we had used before, still seemed the best place to me. 
But Barry offered the use of his private studio. It was a large loft, he 
said, and had all of the lighting and other equipment we would need. 
Everyone thought that that would be the best place, so we agreed that we 
would all meet there at noon the next day. We exchanged addresses and 
phone numbers, which meant that at last I had a way of contacting Chris 
and Jennifer outside of class, and then we walked back to the class.

That afternoon we spent quality time in class, and experimented with some 
very different lighting arrangements and poses. When it was our turn I 
thought that Allison was just a bit friendlier and willing to give her 
input into the process, and I got what I thought would be some very good 
shots. I guess she was more comfortable with us now that she knew that we 
had all been through the modeling process ourselves. 

After class I walked with Jennifer and Chris out to our cars, and we 
discussed the upcoming session. We all agreed that we had to have more 
decorum and be more discreet  with Barry there. That seemed to disappoint 
all of us, especially Chris when she realized that his presence would put 
the kibosh on our anticipated activities. I also filed the other two in 
on my research into a high-end digital camera. We all agreed that it 
would be way too much for our budgets, even split three ways. Jennifer 
then suggested that maybe we didn't need a high end digital camera. We 
could continue to take our more normal pictures with our 35 mm cameras 
and use a consumer-level digital camera just for ourselves for our 
private shots. Why I hadn't thought of this before is beyond me, but I 
readily agreed, as did Chris. I was again elected to research the field 
and find out which camera would give us the best bang for the buck (I 
really must learn to stop with the double entendres). And so we went home 
for the night.

The next morning I got ready in good time and arrived a little early at 
Barry's studio loft. Chris arrived at about the same time I did, so we 
waited outside for Jennifer to arrive. I noted that Chris was looking 
quite spiffed up, as if she was going out on a date, and I thought that 
maybe she was more than a little interested in Barry the man as opposed 
to Barry the photographer. Jennifer arrived not long after, and we all 
went up to Barry's loft.

The loft turned out to be one large room with high ceilings and with all 
the lights and umbrellas and background stands at one end and the living 
area at the other, including his bed and couches and tables and a tidy 
kitchenette. There were two doors, one at each end, as well as the front 
door to the outside hallway. Barry made us feel welcome and showed us 
around, at which point we found out that the door on the living end led 
to the bathroom and the door on the studio end led to a well-equipped 
makeup and changing room. 

Suddenly it dawned on me that our previous arrangements - all nude all 
the time - might not be all that appropriate in a professional studio 
session. I think that Chris and Jennifer suddenly realized this too, as 
they grew more pensive as time passed. Barry led us over to the couch and 
chairs in the living area of the loft and brought over some wine and 
glasses from the kitchen area and poured us each a glass. We chatted for 
a while, Barry obviously trying to put everyone at ease. After we had 
almost finished our wine he asked us how our previous self-portrait 
session had gone. Jennifer started to answer before I could, and told him 
how much we had enjoyed ourselves in general terms, not going into the 
specifics of what we did. 

Then, either because of the loosening effect of the wine or just because 
she was feeling frisky, she told him about our clothing arrangements.

"It's really tough to get your clothes off in front of other people. 
Chris was so shy about it at first that she wore a bikini. So I asked her 
if she would feel more comfortable if everyone was naked at the same 
time, and when she said yes I took off my clothes and so did Fred. So 
when she saw the two of us naked she felt comfortable enough to take off 
her bikini. We spent the rest of the session all in the nude."

Barry looked at her for a few seconds and then said "Would it make 
everyone more comfortable if I took my clothes off too?" 

Without waiting for a reply he started to take off his shirt and then his 
pants. No shyness about this guy. We all just looked at him for a few 
seconds and then stood up and started taking off our clothes too. I 
noticed that he was more toned and muscular than me, but not outrageously 
so. When he got down to his briefs I couldn't help sneaking a peek at 
what was appearing as he pulled them off . It wasn't exactly my worst 
nightmare, but he definitely had the edge on me in the size department. 
His cock was flaccid but hung down nicely from his crotch in an adequate 
if not spectacular way. I know that size doesn't matter, especially when 
flaccid, but it sure wouldn't hurt me either if mine was just a teensy 
bit more robust, shall we say.

Chris and Jennifer were well on their way to having their clothes all 
off, mainly because neither of them were wearing any bras. Jennifer 
didn't have any panties either,  but Chris did. It shouldn't have 
surprised me, given that we would be posing nude and underwear leaves 
lines that need to be allowed to flesh out so as not to spoil the 
picture, but I was surprised nonetheless. Barry and Jennifer were the 
first to be undressed, followed by me and finally by Chris.

As Chris removed her panties we all got a sight of her bare pussy, which 
I had so lovingly licked and comforted at the previous session. The 
situation, with all of us being nude, and with me thinking of what had 
already happened, caused Mr. Happy to stand up for a better look. I don't 
know whether I was happier about starting to match Barry in the in the 
size department or more mortified to be so unprofessional in front of my 
teacher. The other three noticed too, and since there was no big tropical 
fern to hide behind I just stood there with a sheepish grin on my face. 

After a few seconds Jennifer started to grin, and then announced that I 
would be the first model and she the first photographer since I was 
already prepped for some of the shots she wanted to take. At a quizzical 
look from Barry, she confessed that she had already taken a bunch of 
photos of me with an erect cock, and that she wanted a few more for her 
portfolio.

Barry looked from her to me and back again and said sure, why not. Then 
he looked over at me and said "I'd like to have a few shots of you like 
that too. I don't have many pictures of male models, and none with an 
erection. Most models either can't or won't get it up in front of a 
photographer, so some pictures of you would really help fill out my 
portfolio." I mumbled "Sure, no problem." and moved over to the backdrop.

It took a few minutes for the lights to be properly set up, and Barry 
pointed out to Jennifer some small changes to the light angles that would 
make a real improvement. So there I am standing naked in front of two 
good looking naked women and one hunky naked guy while they fuss over 
lights and cameras. They were too busy too notice that my erection was 
slowly going down, but they sure noticed when they finally looked up.

"Uh, can you do something about that, Fred?" Said Jennifer when she 
finally looked up.

I didn't really want to start stroking myself in front of Barry, so I 
mumbled something about taking some shots of me in a more normal state 
first and the problem would take care of itself. Truth be told, I wasn't 
too anxious to do those pictures with Barry there. I needed the time to 
compose myself. 

Jennifer started taking shots of me in various poses, and I could tell 
that some of them would turn out quite well. But no matter how hard I 
stared at her and particularly at Chris' bare pussy nothing was happening 
down there to increase my size. Finally Jennifer stopped taking pictures 
and said "I'm ready now. Can you oblige me, please?" I tried a few 
furtive strokes on my cock, but I could tell that nothing was going to 
happen. I looked toward Jennifer and gave her a wan grin and a shrug of 
my shoulders. 

Instead of the resignation I had expected from her she turned to Chris 
and said "Could you go over there and help him out. It worked really well 
the other day, and I really want to get these pictures." 

Chris hesitated for a few seconds, looked over at Barry and then walked 
over to where I was standing. She stood in front of me and started to 
stroke my chest  and arms with her hands. Not a stirring from Mr. Happy, 
and I stood there rigid as a board. My body, that Is. Nothing but wet 
noodle in the anterior position. My body was responding instead of my 
cock. Barry seemed amused by  what was going on, and moved a bit closer 
to me and Chris. This, of course, made Mr. Happy scrunch down even 
further. Hiding, I suppose. 

Jennifer watched my lack of progress with dismay, until at last she said 
"Chris, why don't you try what you did last time?" Chris turned around 
and looked at Jennifer. Jennifer looked hard at Chris. Chris looked back 
harder at Jennifer. This contest proceeded for about seven more volleys 
before Chris turned back to me with the smallest of sighs and put her 
arms around my neck, squeezed really close to me and started to move up 
and down against me with her whole body. Her breasts moved from my 
nipples to my belly button and back again only a few times before Mr. 
Happy peeped out from his hidey-hole and started to salute. This created 
the opportunity for even more stimulation, as my cock was happily rubbed 
by her stomach and pubic hair.

My modeling costume was getting quite presentable, but now I started 
worrying again about how Barry would react. I looked over to him and saw 
that he looked far more excited than upset, and by the look of the way 
his cock was growing he was more than a bit turned on by the scene in 
front of him. But not, luckily, to an overwhelming gigantic size. It was 
standing up at a 45 degree angle now, and his cock looked about my size 
or maybe just a teensy bit larger. At least I wouldn't have to compete 
with Mr. Monstercock for the attentions of my photo partners.

Jennifer was delighted, and started taking pictures as soon as Chris 
moved away from me. She had me move into several poses in quick 
succession, but I noticed that the lens was usually centered on my cock, 
and I doubt that much was gained from a new pose other than to shift my 
cock from one side to the other. I wasn't worrying; I was enjoying this 
too much. Jennifer had me move over to the couch and lie back on one end, 
hands behind my back and my legs spread wide with one leg over the back a 
and one touching the floor. I doubted that this would make a very good 
picture, but what the hey, it was her choice. 

Then she asked me to move my hands down under my balls and pull apart my 
ass cheeks while holding my cock and balls up so everything was visible 
to the camera and my studio audience.

This was getting a bit too much for me, so I put my hands down and 
started to object that this was just too crude for me to want to do. She 
got a butter-wouldn't-melt-in-my-mouth smile on her face and said in a 
sickly-sweet voice "But Fred, that's just like one of the poses you had 
me do the other night. I don't see how you can object to it now." Oops! 
She was right, of course. It wasn't artistic, it wasn't even particularly 
sensual, just raw in-your-face sex. I may be slow, but I got the point 
pretty quickly.

Barry too approved. He smiled and gave a big Jennifer a big hug, saying 
"That's the ticket. Now you know how a model feels like just a hunk of 
meat if she's posed for maximum show instead for maximum artistic 
impact."

Giving a woman a hug when both of you are naked is a little awkward. Body 
parts tend to rub against each other in ways you just don't get when you 
both have clothes on. Barry's chest rubbed against Jennifer's breasts, 
his cock and balls against her pussy hair, his arm against the side of 
her breasts; you get the picture. I'm pretty sure it just started out as 
natural exuberance and delight, but it quickly turned into a sensual 
experience for both of them. Jennifer's nipples got so hard I'm surprised 
they didn't scratch his chest, and his cock grew even harder than it had 
been, to my disappointment, showing that he had enough reserve left to 
easily top me. The hug broke quickly once this all started to happen, and 
he and Jennifer were left standing there staring awkwardly at one another 
with their obvious signs of arousal.

Jennifer must have been coming to a decision during this time, because 
after half a minute she started talking to us. "Fred, Chris, if it's all 
right with you I'm going to fill Barry in on our previous sessions and 
see what he thinks about joining our little group." Sidelong glances 
between me and Chris, then a quick 'Yes' from Chris and a slightly more 
reluctant 'Sure' from me. 

Having our consent, she then told Barry all about our previous sessions, 
including all the details. She ended by saying that we were all still 
really interested with the creative side of photography, but that this 
looked like the perfect opportunity for three compatible but sex-starved 
people to fulfill both their creative and sexual needs. "And I know that 
Fred and Chris would like to have you be part of our group." 

Well, that was a little bit more than I thought I had agreed to, but I 
sure couldn't put a monkey wrench into the deal now.

Barry must have been thinking things over while Jennifer was talking, 
because with almost no hesitation he said he'd love to be part of the 
group.

The next few seconds were a bit awkward because nobody wanted to be the 
first to start. Jennifer resolved that problem by saying "Why don't we 
all take a break now and get the tension out of the way.", walked over to 
Barry and led him by the hand over to the bed. She lay down on the bed 
and pulled him down to her side and they started to kiss and fondle one 
another. Seeing this I put my arm around Chris and walked with her over 
to the couch, where we sat down and started to do the same.

I kissed and caressed Chris from head to toe, starting with her lips and 
mouth. I moved down to her neck and then her breasts, licking them and 
sucking and pulling on her nipples with my lips. I moved down further 
still, probing her belly button with my tongue. I slid to my knees in 
front of her and moved my tongue all over her bare pussy, describing 
large ovals around her hole and clit while kneading her ass with both 
hands. My hands moved from her ass to her cunt and I spread apart her 
cunt lips and moved my tongue to her hole and her clit, occasionally 
reaching up to tweak her nipples with one hand. 

Her breathing became faster and shallower and I knew she would come soon. 
Not wanting that to happen just yet I moved her and positioned myself so 
that I was lying over her on the couch, and then I turned around so that 
we were in a 69 position. I continued to tongue her clit and cunt while 
she swallowed me inch by inch into her mouth. What a feeling, as my cock 
slid into her mouth and I felt her cunt inside and out with my tongue.

At about this time I heard the sounds of Barry coming, followed soon by 
Jennifer. This got Chris and me even more excited, if possible.  I 
started tonguing Chris like mad while she worked on my cock with even 
more gusto. I wanted to be inside her, so I took an opportunity to turn 
around again and slide my cock inside her cunt while I tongue-fucked her 
mouth. Suddenly she started moaning and screaming and bucked at me with a 
frantic orgasm. This set me off too, and I moaned and grunted while my 
jism flooded into her. I kept on slowly fucking her until I ran dry, 
feeling the wonderful warmth and wetness of her cunt enveloping me, all 
thought gone from my head except for the warmth and wetness and closeness 
that I was feeling. 

I sank down exhausted and found enough room on the couch for me to lie 
beside her face to face and holding her in my arms. Looking up after a 
while, I saw Barry and Jennifer lying on their backs on the bed, holding 
hands and thinking lovely thoughts, or so it appeared from the looks on 
their faces. I figured I'd have to get up eventually, so I slid over to 
the edge of the couch, put one leg on the floor and stood up. Before 
leaving Chris completely I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. 
Somehow, despite all the physical intimacy we had enjoyed, that seemed 
more intimate than any of the fucking and sucking and other things we had 
done. 

I padded over to the kitchen area without bothering to get dressed and 
found some coffee and a coffee maker and brewed a fresh pot. The smell of 
the coffee after I poured the boiling water into the French press roused 
Chris, and she came over and sat on a stool beside me. I poured two cups, 
and we sat on our stools just being close, quietly thinking, occasionally 
touching sometimes looking over at the two on the bed. 

A few days ago I would not have characterized our relationship as a 
loving one; great sex, a good romp in the hay, exciting and delicious and 
a great relief after a long dry spell, but not really intimate in all the 
things that mattered. Now I was not so sure. And that included Jennifer 
and maybe even Barry. As I looked over at them I felt not jealousy but 
warmth, not lust but desire.

When I had half-finished my coffee I whispered to Chris that I was going 
to take a shower, and asked her to join me. She readily accepted, and we 
walked over to the bathroom, my left arm around her waist and my hand 
resting on her ass cheek. I took a piss while she started the shower and 
then so did she before joining me there. We soaped each other up and 
enjoyed the sensation of running our hands over each other's body. I like 
nothing better than the feeling of sliding bare hands over slippery bare 
flesh. I washed her breasts and cunt more enthusiastically than the rest 
of her, and inserted one finger into her cunt and rubbed softly inside to 
make sure it was all cleaned out from our lovemaking. She had been 
fondling my cock throughout my ministrations, and when I was finished she 
really went to work on it, pulling back the foreskin and  making sure 
that all was in good order. 

We were almost finished when Barry and Jennifer walked into the room and 
stood there watching us for a while. Then they both came into the shower 
to join us. I should explain that it was a big shower in the corner of 
the room, lined with tiles on the two adjacent walls and enclosed by 
clear glass partitions on the other two sides. With the four of us in 
there it felt busy but not jam-packed. We all had enough room, but there 
were numerous accidental touches and bumps as we moved around. A few 
times Barry and I accidentally touched each other, and once I even felt 
his cock bumping against me. But both of us were pretty straight and 
narrow and, although we didn't shy away from each other we were not 
inclined to pursue the matter. As Barry and Jennifer cleaned each other 
on the front, Chris and I naturally gravitated towards their backs, with 
me doing Jennifer and Chris doing Barry. After we were all done and 
starting to get a little bit prune-skinned Barry went out first and got 
us all fresh towels out of the linen shelves in the bathroom. Jennifer 
and I dried each other off as did Chris and Barry. Somehow it just seemed 
to be the most natural pairing at that moment. 

After we were all dry we walked back into the living area and sat on the 
stools at the counter and sipped coffee. This time it was me who broke 
the silence. "Well that was interesting." I said in a demonstration of my 
most witty repartee. "I feel so close to all of you. This is really 
nice." Hey! I'm a tech kind of guy, not a poet or a writer.

Barry looked at me and then at the two women and said "I do too. But you 
have the advantage of me in that I've never been intimate with Chris. 
Chris, would you like to join me and correct that problem?" Chris, who 
had been sitting beside Barry and been at the receiving end of his 
intimate caresses while we had been drinking coffee eagerly agreed, and 
accepted Barry's hand as he carried her over to the bed. I felt a 
stirring in my own loins, so I looked at Jennifer sitting beside me and 
offered her my hand. She stepped off the stool, gave a low bow and took 
my hand in hers. I started to lead her over to the couch, then changed 
direction and headed toward the bed. I answered her questioning look by 
saying that the bed was certainly big enough for four; it was a king size 
after all. When we got to the bed, where Barry and Chris had already lain 
down facing each other I grunted something to Barry about sharing the 
space, and he and Chris moved over to one side without complaint. 

Jennifer and I lay down facing each other on the other side and started 
to caress each other and learn more about each others' bodies. It was 
comfortable lying there as she stroked my cock and other parts of my body 
while I explored her breast and cunt and legs and arms and everything 
that made her Jennifer. I ran my fingers through the still-damp hair on 
her head and then through the still-damp hair on her cunt. Because we had 
already had the edge taken off our lust we were able to take our time and 
enjoy the sensuality of touch and smell and taste. I moved down so that 
my lips and tongue were touching her cunt, and proceeded to lick her and 
nibble her with my tongue. She started to shift position so she could get 
her mouth onto my cock, but I told her to just wait until I had finished 
appreciating her body. I licked and sucked and entered her with my tongue 
while she lay back with her head on a pillow and her legs across my 
shoulders and had time to enjoy the situation and the sensations.

I moved her legs up by pushing up with my shoulders and started to stoke 
her ass while still embedded in her cunt with my tongue. She must have 
liked this, because her legs started to tremble slightly and her cunt got 
very wet. I pulled my finger along the crack of her ass and gently put 
the very tip just at the entrance to her asshole, all the while tonguing 
her clit and cunt. There were some more obvious signs of enjoyment coming 
from her, so I moved my head up to her ear and whispered  that I wanted 
to fuck her in the mouth and cunt and ass. She quickly nodded her head 
and said "Yes, please." I moved back down to my work enjoying her nether 
regions feeling a tremendous sense of peace and comfort. I know that some 
women find anal sex painful and/or psychologically unattractive, and I 
was glad that Jennifer was not one of them.

As this was going on we barely noticed that Barry and Chris were making 
out beside us. The occasional motion of the bed or sound of whispers and 
sighs would intrude into my consciousness, but never distracted me from 
the sensations I felt being with Jennifer. Finally Jennifer could stand 
no more and moved away from me. She slid off the bed and kneeled down on 
the floor, pulling my legs over the side of the bed. She opened her mouth 
and put it around the tip of my cock. Now it was my turn to just sit back 
and enjoy the sensations flooding through me. She moved her head up and 
down, taking in a little bit more of my cock with each forward motion. 
She had obviously had a lot of practice, since she kept working slowly 
back and forth until her lips were touching my pubic hair and I could 
feel the back of her throat with my cockhead. I grabbed two handfuls of 
her hair with my hands and played with it and tugged at it. She looked up 
at me and we locked eyes. Seeing her look at me almost drove me over the 
top right then.

I knew I wouldn't be able to last long, and too early an orgasm would 
spoil the rest of my plans. Luckily she pulled back from my cock and said 
in a voice so loud it startled me "Fuck me right now, goddamit" She 
almost jumped onto the bed as I pulled my legs up on top of the covers, 
and moved herself over top of me. Almost before I could react she had 
taken hold of my cock with one hand and put it in position by her cunt, 
then thrust her hips down so that I entered her almost all the way in one 
thrust. She was so wet that her lubrication made this an easy maneuver, 
and then she started to move her hips up and down until our pubic hair 
mingled and I could feel my balls slapping against her ass. The 
sensations were almost indescribably sensual, and for the most part I was 
just along for the ride, meeting her thrusts with my own. I still wanted 
to finish my three-hole goal, and I kept myself from coming by sheer 
force of will and a mental recitation of the times table.

It didn't take long for her to come, and my cock felt like it was being 
squeezed in a vise as her muscles contracted. Because Jennifer was on 
top, she was able to control the speed and timing of the thrust of my 
cock into her cunt, and her orgasm kept going for a long time. Finally 
exhausted, she moved off me and my cock popped out of her cunt like a 
champagne cork.

I let her lie there for a bit while I climbed off the bed. I turned her 
over and told her that I wanted to fuck her ass now, and could she please 
kneel on the side of the bed with her head down on the covers and her 
toes over the edge. I'm very polite. She must have used this position 
before, because she did as I asked and then pulled apart her ass cheeks 
with her hands. I stood beside the bed and stroked her cheeks with my 
right hand while I moved the left hand around and stroked her clit. I 
gathered some of our mixed lubrication from her cunt and rubbed it on her 
ass hole. I got some more on my finger and inserted my wet finger into 
her ass. This continued for some time, with my finger going ever deeper 
until it was in as far as the third knuckle. When I was satisfied that 
her sphincter was relaxed I guided my well-lubricated cock to her  hole 
and started to push.

My cock entered her fairly easily, and she moved her hands to the front 
to brace herself as I started to thrust. I kept pushing back and forth 
until my cock was all the way in and moved easily in and out of her hole, 
while still stroking her clit with my left had. I knew I had very little 
time because I was already so worked up from our previous lovemaking and 
because the exquisite tightness of my penetration completely filled my 
senses. As it happened, she must have been pretty excited herself, 
because she let out a great big scream of ecstasy. It was all I could do 
to stay inside her as her involuntary convulsions signaled the biggest 
orgasm that I had yet seen from her. The motion and the emotion had their 
effect on me, and I came almost at once, unloading all of my semen deep 
into her bowels.

I was overwhelmed with physical release and emotional joy. I put my arms 
around her waist and hugged her, feeling at one with the world and 
happily exhausted. Slowly I pulled out of her, until with a final pop my 
cock came out of her ass. She sagged down so that she was resting most of 
her body on the bed, and I took my arms from around her waist and lay 
down beside her, slowly stroking her side and ass. 

I eventually looked around, and found Barry and Chris looking back at me, 
smiles on their faces. Suddenly feeling almost guilty, I got up and went 
to the bathroom to have another shower. I felt like I couldn't do or 
touch anything else until I had cleaned off the residue of my anal 
session. Old habits and old taboos die hard, I guess. But this had a 
practical medical motive as well, so I didn't let philosophical 
meanderings get in the way of sound practice. Those folks on the 
Mayflower have a lot to answer for. 

It was getting on towards evening by the time I got out of the shower,  
and the other three were all sitting, still nude, having coffee at the 
kitchen table. I wonder what makes us so reluctant to take off our 
clothes in front of others, and then so reluctant to put them back on 
again once we have taken that step? 

I sat down next to Jennifer, and it was soon obvious that all of us were 
pretty tired from our activities of the day. For some reason we were all 
reluctant to talk about our experience. It wasn't a sense of shame, 
exactly, but more a sense of vulnerability. It was like the first time 
you ever made love to a girl, and afterwards everything seems so new and 
different and joyful and awkward at the same time. So we mumbled and 
skirted around the things we were all feeling and eventually agreed to 
get together for dinner on Wednesday, which seemed to be a good time for 
everyone.

To be continued...

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