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Subject: {ASSM} Close Knit (FM MF FMF impreg)
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Author: Jack C Lipton
Title: Close-Knit
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Universe: Family Values
Summary: How close should we be?
Keywords: FF MF FM FMF oral
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			 Close-Knit

		      by Jack C Lipton

I'd started at a large company joining a small department of
system administrators managing a large server farm.  I'd had
a fairly eclectic and productive work history so I knew I
was technically up to the task.

Now being technically up to the task is not always the most
important criterion in being hired, but, then, the woman
managing the department seemed rather more, well, maternal,
than I realized.  She could see, in my first week at work,
how I was-- and wasn't-- fitting in.  What I didn't learn
until much later was that her diagnosis of my issues in the
work place would be so accurate despite being rooted in my
personal life.

I suspect a lot more men than women are virgins at 25 years
old, despite many studies that suggest the opposite.  I
really don't expect many men asked whether they are virgins
admitting that no woman finds them to be sexually desirable,
after all, so I'd consider many of these studies to have low
reliability, all due to human nature.

However, that was apparently expected to change as Leona, my
manager, decided to put me together with Tami, a woman I was
working closely with in the department.

It's funny _now_ but, back then, I was *scared* of her.
Yes, I was afraid of all four foot ten inches and 95 pounds
of her.  A pretty little package of oriental womanhood that
had me drooling, albeit covertly.  I've since been told
that Tami found me skittish around her and wondered if I was
gay.

Of *course* I was skittish around her.  Not only did she
appear as an idealized beauty able to intimidate a nebbish
like myself,  not only did is she at least as bright as I
am, but, with the fresh briefing on the "business conduct
guidelines" and the whole unit on sexual harassment, you can
bet that my paranoia was higher than it would have been had
Tami and I met outside of the office.

Not that I wouldn't have had the fear of showing my
insecurities to her normally.  So, even outside of the
office, I would never have made a move.  Women are scary.
Women seem to have no sense of the hurt they cause men like
me.

And, yes, after getting experiences with rejection from most
of the girls I'd gone to school with, I thought my blanket
generalization accurate.

Tami, by the time I met her, could not have cracked my shell
without a lot of time and patience.  And let's not forget
that she had a bit of her own shell, too, shielding her own
set of vulnerabilities.

So, after a few "office dinners" where Tami and I were
surreptitiously pushed together, Leona decided to call out
the big guns.  She called in a woman named Sherry.

Realize that I tower over Tami.  I've got a whole twelve
inches of height and about a hundred pounds on her tiny and,
to me, delectable frame.

Sherry, though, had six inches of height and _maybe_ about
forty pounds on me.  I found her at least as intimidating as
Tami.

The difference was that Sherry took control.

One moment I was vacillating over what to do for lunch.  The
next moment I found Sherry's hand wrapped around my wrist,
dragging me to the door, telling me "Let's get to lunch.
I'll drive, OK?"

One does not dislodge a hand this size from one's wrist.

One does not try to drag one's heels when being dragged by
an irresistible force, either.

One meekly surrenders in the face of overwhelming force.

In other words, I went to lunch with Sherry.  I managed to
come to life when the check arrived and managed to pay for
our lunch.

My paranoia meter was pegging when we got back to the office
and I saw Sherry wander over to Leona's cubicle before she
headed back to her own department's cluster of cubicles.

The next morning I got asked to step into one of the small
conference rooms, where my manager wanted to talk to me.  I
was surprised when Tami stepped in after me and we were both
invited to sit down.

Tami had more work experience specializing on middleware
packages while I was, at that point, a whiz with OS
configuration and internals.  We got handed plane tickets
and an itinerary to go to a green dollar customer site to
help with a deployment.

The next morning I met Tami at the airport... and saw Sherry
walk up to us.  Sherry's department did performance testing
and it looked like I was expected to help collect statistics
and aid in managing their configuration.

We sat together in coach.  Sherry and I seated Tami between
us to give us more shoulder room.  I didn't realize how it
looked to others on the plane as we talked, with one of the
flight attendants giving an unreadable, to me, look.

We introduced ourselves to the client and went to work.  I
did some first checks of the various tunable parameters and
found nothing untoward, then started the "sar" suite to
collect performance data while the system was placed under
load test.  Then we headed for the hotel.

Our problems began at the hotel.

Boy, did they start at the hotel.

First off, there weren't many hotels in the area.  That did
not help.

Secondly, there was a run on rooms.

Thirdly, someone... probably with the first name of Leona...
had booked us three to share a room.

So Jamie, Sherry and Tami were booked for the same room.  At
least it was a suite.

Finding that the suite didn't have a fold-out couch *and*
that there were no available roll-aways or cots did not help
matters, either.  The king-sized bed would have to hold all
of us, especially since I couldn't sleep on the so-called
sofa, being too tall for it.

Being a virgin I still found women's facial expressions,
excepting anger or irritation, unreadable.  I didn't realize
that this would be changing over the next week.

We unpacked our clothing as best we could and I was startled
when little Tami came out of the bathroom in just a t-shirt.
A damp t-shirt.  A t-shirt that showed me as set of mouth
watering nipples, hard, long and thick.  My eyes locked on,
apparently against my better judgement, and didn't leave
until she pulled out a heavier robe and covered them.

Recovery of my wits was not swift but brought up my need to
apologize to Tami, as profusely and abjectly as possible,
for staring at her breasts.

Tami smiled at me and accepted my apology, adding "I'll give
you half an hour to quit staring, next time."

I'm not sure I can easily explain that I had problems doing
the math in understanding what she meant by that.  Hearing
Sherry laugh as she went into the bathroom to take her
shower didn't help me to figure out what was going on.

So that Tami could dress without a voyeur, I stepped out to
the front room of the suite and closed the bedroom door.

Lest you think I am an utter coward... no, you'd be right.
That I was still sporting a hard-on was rather embarrassing
so I felt it would be best if I didn't show it off to either
of my co-workers.

The door opened when Sherry walked out, wearing...

All of my brain cells chose that moment to scatter, leaving
me with no two able to rub against each other.  Sherry was
in a t-shirt like Tami though it didn't go very far down her
body.  I saw the first _live_ uncovered pussy in my life.

I have no idea what happened to me.  I think I fainted.  I
awakened, however, on the big bed, with Tami and Sherry on
each side of my...

You know those dreams you have of being in school or at work
in your underwear?  Well, this one went rather further than
those did.  I seemed to be naked.

When the reality of my state-- and my company being no more
dressed than I was-- struck me, I started gasping again and,
based on my next awakening, passed out again.

This time I was under the covers, as were both of my very
female companions.  My arms were outstretched with their
heads nestled up on my shoulder.  I had no idea where I
could safely place my hands.

Their hands, however, were not in a safe place.  I could
tell that they both had a hand on my penis, though I wasn't
up to figuring out which one had a hand where.  Said penis,
on my awakening, decided that it liked their attention, and
decided to harden.

Going from a state where my experiences were limited to my
own hands on my dick to having two different women holding
my suddenly erect penis was startling and humbling, all at
the same time.  I still felt terrified by what these two
beautiful women could do to me.

I tried my voice.  "Uh... Tami?  Sherry?  What's going on?"

Tami giggled, a sound that escaped the feeling of being
laughed at yet expressing her happiness, then told me, with
her sweet little voice, "I like you.  I happen to want you,
too, to be mine.  I'm also afraid of being hurt by you,
though, so Sherry is here, too.  I'm confused too; Sherry
told me that I have to give you the chance to hurt me."

This was new and startling to me--  a woman was afraid of
_me_ hurting her?  I'd never felt that was possible, I'd
thought it was always the other way around, until Sherry
spoke up, adding "And I like and want you, too.  I'm a bit
less vulnerable to sweet talk than Tami, here, but I don't
want to be abused, either."

I was still shaken by the idea that a woman could be hurt by
me yet that didn't stop me from adding my own lament of "I
like you both.  I don't know what to do for either of you,
though.  I find you both very, very desirable, and I'm very
confused of what I am supposed to do..."

Well, given the state of my hard-on, I was pretty sure they
knew the truth of that one.  I curled my hands towards their
backs and scratched them a bit, before adding "Like I said,
I have no idea as to our next steps, though.  I was very
surprised when neither of you laughed at me... and it feels
good that you find me attractive, but where do we go from
here?"

Sherry got a funny look on her face.  "First off, scratching
my back like that was a good move, but, Jamie, what about us
all going to dinner, maybe?  A steak place?"

Tami added her vote "Sounds good... but let's hurry.  I like
him touching my back like this and want to get back to it
as soon as possible."

I'll admit that I was a lot less anxious when we all climbed
out of the bed, all of us still quite naked, and my eyes did
wander quite a bit, slowing down the process of getting
dressed again.  Having both of these delectable women help
me dress made progress possible before I was dehydrated by
my drooling.  I had no idea that they were, in turn, looking
me over as closely as I was looking them over.

Over dinner I found myself being touched.

Now let me make something clear, all right?  Way back when I
had interpreted such touches as teasing and had associated
teasing with hurtful intentions, it all seemed to be a way
for a girl to soften me up so the rejection when she pushed
me away would hurt more.  It had usually seemed to be a case
of "see what you can't have or deserve?"

For the first time these feather light touches I was getting
from both Tami and Sherry seemed less of a prelude to later
rejection a confirmation that they liked me.  I got taught,
though, over dinner, very quietly, how to exchange loving
touches with them.  It felt good to be a participant.

Before this trip I had been certain that both Sherry and
Tami were both out of my reach, much less my grasp.  All of
a sudden, the flames I had felt for them no longer needed to
be hidden.  I have no idea what they saw in my face and eyes
over dinner, but I saw them look relaxed and happier than I
ever believed someone could look.

It was another new experience to hold a woman's hand.  Two
women, each with a hand in one of mine, was a pleasure I had
never experienced, and it wasn't an arithmetic progression,
either.

Our ride back to the hotel was, well, different.  I drove so
that we'd have fewer distractions.  Finding both Sherry and
Tami in a clinch once I parked startled me at the same time
it scared me.  Part of me tightened up again, waiting to
hear the shove-off, as we walked from the car into the
hotel.

Sherry looked at the anxiety in my face and told me "Don't
worry, Jamie, I still want you, too."  Tami smiled and
echoed that sentiment.  I got kisses from both.  Kissing,
even just some pecks in public, calmed me down and steadied
my nerves.

Now if this was a really sexy story, I'd be telling you that
we jumped straight into bed where I would've lost my
virginity right then and there.  Instead, that night, I got
lessons in how to kiss and give them hand jobs.  The next
lesson was how to accept a hand job as Tami practiced under
Sherry's tutelage.  I also got to scratch each woman's back
and even enjoyed brushing Tami's long black hair.

So I didn't lose my virginity that night.  I didn't even
lose it during the rest of the trip, either, but we did get
to practice fingering, cuddling, kissing, grooming and, the
last night together in the hotel, started on oral sex.  I
first practiced on Sherry, who talked me through it and told
me what was what and what to do.  She then coached me as I
went down on Tami.

I don't know why people get so bent out of shape over giving
cunnilingus, it was fun, and, between the taste, the sounds
of pleasure and the delicious wiggles of their bodies as I
drove them to climax, it felt *wonderful*.

When they turned the tables on me and it was _my_ turn to
be brought to climax I was shocked by it and had a few scary
moments where I wasn't in any kind of control, being just a
plaything for Sherry, first, and later, Tami.

Well, I'd felt very powerful and in control when I went down
on the women.  I didn't realize that the converse was true,
to, and that I could feel so controlled.

When we finally returned to our main office I found myself
much more relaxed in my interactions with my other
co-workers.  Lunch-time was always being shared with both
Tami and Sherry.

Leona talked to me a couple of times and reassured me that I
wasn't in any trouble and that she was pleased with how I
was interacting with Tami and Sherry.  About two months
after our trip together came the meeting that brought the
real problem to a head.

Leona led in with "So, Jamie, which one of them are you
going to marry?"

I think I turned white.  I certainly felt a bit faint.

"C'mon, Jamie, surely you like one of them enough, don't
you?" she continued, watching me carefully.  "What's the
problem?"

I was barely able to gasp out "I like them both, so I don't
know!  I don't know!  I don't want to hurt either of them by
choosing!"

Leona leaned back and laughed.  "So you can't choose between
them?"

I was breathing better by this time so I answered with "I
*don't* know what to do...  I've never felt this way about
anyone before, and I feel the same way towards both of them.
I... don't... know... what..."  My shrug at the end signaled
my confusion.

Leona sighed.  "All right, all right.  I'll talk to Tami to
see what she wants, all right?  And Sherry?"

I nodded, scared to say a word.

Leona smiled and asked me "So, do you love them both?"

I sat back in the chair and stared at her, deciding to let
the cat out of the bag regardless of the result.  "I don't
know.  I have no idea what love is supposed to feel like.
What is love?  Why is it?"

My manager faced me, her eyes suddenly bright, and, when she
knew she had my undivided attention, told me "I understand
your conflict, but there are some important questions I need
to ask.  First, do you trust them both?  With your deepest
and most shameful secrets?  With the things you find very
scary to deal with in life?"

That was an easy answer, so I nodded, adding, "Yes, I do.
And they do with me, I believe."

The smile that greeted this answer was impressive and helped
me feel pretty good.  "All right, the rest of my questions
only would have made sense if you answered me with a 'no' to
that, so I'll ask one out of the blue:  Are you sexually
involved with either or both of them?"

Blushing, I am told, comes easy to me.  My face felt hot as
I answered "It depends on what activities you mean by
'sexually involved'."

Leona's smile belonged on a wolf, being feral, and she then
asked me "So, you all perform oral sex?  Anal?  It sure
sounds like you're not into regular penetrative sex if you
have to qualify your answer.  Well?"

I stuttered out that I had not gotten past oral sex with
either of them.  "I'm pretty pleased with what we've been
doing, so far, and don't want to take a chance of blowing it
all up."

Leona giggled, likely from my word choice, which, when I
realized it, got a smile out of me, too.  She then nodded to
me again, saying "Don't worry, Jamie.  You'll get laid soon
enough."

There is something deep inside of me that strongly dislikes
that choice of word.  I hate the word 'laid' or 'lay' when
it comes to sex even though I have never gone 'all the way'.
Such words make sex sound so meaningless, so bereft of soul,
and it _hurts_ me to think that sex could be so unimportant.

But, then, it can be said that I'm a bit weird on the whole
subject of sex.  It struck me, at that moment, that I could
be labelled as obsessed with the subject.  Of course, being
a virgin I was scared at the same time I was eager to get
started, but, above all, I felt it had to mean something to
me.  Many of my current fears still centered on the idea
that my first time might mean very little to whoever I had
sex with.  In hindsight, this fear likely kept me from
having my first time be an economic exchange.

"Jamie," Leona called me, to get my attention, "I'm sorry.
I didn't quite realize how much this means to you, and I now
understand more of your dilemma.  All right, Jamie, I know
you love them both and don't know which one will be happier
with you.  Don't sweat it, child."

There was little sense in how much I relaxed on hearing this
from Leona, before she changed the subject to my performance
in the office.  Given the emotional support from Tami and
Sherry, I was doing very well, finally.

As the week crawled by I found Sherry, during lunch, making
sure I sat closer to Tami.  There was some worry that she
was pushing me away but I still got hugs from both of them.
On Wednesday night, as usual, they both visited me and spent
the evening practicing our exchanges of affection.  Sherry
still drove things as we experimented with our tongues and
fingers.

Friday night was the last night that made much sense to me.
Well, for a while, at least.  Things suddenly changed.

Saturday morning I woke up with Tami on top of me, sound
asleep, her legs straddling my hips.  This was unusual, to
say the least, even though we played with each other in the
nude, we wore our underpants to bed.  With the sheet on top
of us I was still comfortable but wondered where Sherry was.
Tami's long hair was spilled, covering my chest and
shoulders under it's silky and captivating essence.  It was
hard to choose any move that might awaken the delightful
weight I'd found on top of me, and, given how good I was
feeling then, even with the extra effort it took to
breathe, this was where I wanted to spend a lot more time.

I guess it could be said that I had her where I wanted her.

Sherry showed herself, walking into the bedroom, smiling at
me as I looked up at her.  Her eyes seemed to twinkle at me
just before she pulled the sheet down and awakened my living
blanket.

Tami usually wakes up slowly and this morning wasn't any
different excepting her unusual perch as a blanket.  I heard
a lot of "mmmmms" of comfort as she rubbed against me a bit
and then her arms squeezed me.  When she finally started to
peel herself away from me, with obvious reluctance, she
rubbed her crotch against the bulge in my shorts.

The rubbing of her crotch against my morning wood was another
experience I wished I could replay over and over and I was
unable to stifle a moan as I wet my shorts with the product
of my prostate.

A squeak and then panting from Tami completed the picture as
she went off in sympathy with the feeling of my cock's
spasms as I finished my own climax.

Sherry's giggle was infectious.  I looked up at her after
Tami laid back down on my chest, purring as she came back
down off her peak.  "Tami, did you like that?"

The pretty voice of the smaller of my two targets of
affection came from the region of my chest, moaning out an
"Oh, God, yes!"

"And, Jamie, how do you feel?"

I sighed.  "Happy.  She feels so good on top of me."

"Good for you both, now.  Tami, why are you rubbing the
crotch of your panties against his wet shorts?  He doesn't
have to put it in you to get you pregnant, you know."

Tami moaned as her motions continued.

I heard a slap of a hand on a butt and Tami stopped moving,
her head popping up from the comfortable place on my chest
and eyes glaring at a laughing Sherry.  "What'd you do that
for?"

Sherry laughed.  "Let him pee, then you pee, and then we'll
get you pregnant the way you want him to, right, dear?"

My passenger's nods were exciting given the way her body
moved on top of mine.  She soon peeled off of me, stripped
off her panties, and, reaching into my boxers for a finger
full of my semen, then pushed the wet finger into herself.
She then looked me in the eye and told me "You'll follow
that up properly, won't you, dear?"

I was stunned.  I looked to Sherry for a clue and she smiled
before telling me "Tell her 'Yes', Jamie.  And make it sound
like nothing would stop you from trying."

Turning my head to face Tami again, I told her, "Yes, Tami
dear, I will.  You tell me what you want, I'll give you what
I can."

Getting a smile from Tami wasn't all that hard, really, she
is a happy person, inside.  Getting a smile like a sunrise
on a clear day was blinding and I almost got another
erection before I could make it to the bathroom to drain my
bladder.

Sherry made sure I got back on the bed and had me laying on
my back.  She touched me and made sure I was hard as a rock
before Tami came back.  With Sherry guiding Tami's hips and
holding my penis up, I gave up my virginity to Tami, as she
gave hers to me.  Fortunately she had no hymen to cause her
pain as she carefully slid down onto my member.  She told us
that she was feeling stretched, inside, and that it was the
weirdest sensation of both pleasure and discomfort, all at
the same time.

Tami's enthusiasm was infectious.  She came, by my
distracted count, three times in all, her third orgasm
taking me with her.  I sprayed her down inside.

When Tami was finished draining me, she directed me to roll
us over and kiss her.  Sherry helped guide us to make sure
we didn't hurt each other or fall out of bed.
							    | 
Sherry helped pull me out and had me lay at Tami's side and
kiss her as the larger woman started to lick the part I'd
just done my best to fill with sperm.  I'd seen this before
and it had gotten me hot and hard again, easily, and this
time was not different.  Tami, kissing me, told me to kneel
behind Sherry and give her a good fucking, adding, "She will
enjoy it too and she needs to feel like she belongs."

    ----------------------------------------------------    

Given the frequency and enthusiasm of Tami's fully awakened
sex drive coupled with my own she missed her next period.  I
might not have impregnated her that first night but there
were plenty of other opportunities.  A week later we said
our wedding vows, subtly edited by Tami and Sherry together,
Sherry as Tami's maid of honor.

It was strange how my relationship with Tami-- and Sherry--
had done a lot to "knock the edges off" of my personality.
Even Tami's assignments seemed to be going better.  We fit
well together both at work and... ahem... at play.  Adding
Sherry to the mix and keeping her with us as much as we
could seemed to be good for all three of us.

Sherry later confided to me that she was sterile due to an
infection when she was still "young and stupid".  We still
included her love-making because she was a wonderful person
who shared her love with us.

Tami had moved in with me before the wedding ceremony.  I
enjoyed the living blanket she provided more than, I think,
she believes.

My wife was getting big in the belly when Sherry finally
surrendered to our pleas and joined us.  We found a nice
house that was convenient to schools and bus routes and
bought it.  We had plenty of room.

It is strange how all three of us felt "at home" in what we
had turned into a home.  When any of us were away it felt
like something important was missing.  I think this is what
finally convinced Sherry that she was a part of us.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

After our baby was born we had a party after work where
Leona had a bit more to drink than her usual.  She seemed
pretty happy, all told, and said that she knew Tami and I
would be perfect together, though she knew Sherry had her
needs, too.  "Jamie, I like knitting.  That's why my
department performs so well.  On top of that, I also know
that people work the way they fuck.  So making sure everyone
in my department is happy sexually means that you all fit
together well and work together well.  On top of that, I can
feel things, you know.  I mean it, I can feel what you all
feel... and that's why you all work so well together.  You
are all happy.  You are all content.  And that's why you are
all productive, too, but that's a side effect of keeping me
happy by being surrounded by happy people.  And, because I
can feel what you all feel, I can't avoid wanting you all to
be happy... and, with my ability to read and know how you
feel, I know how you can fit in and then do something to
make it happen."

This was a strange thing for her to say and she seemed to
look through me which did more to convince me that she could
really read my feelings.  "Yeah," she added, "I know you
don't want to believe such bullshit, but, child, tell me why
this department has the highest worker satisfaction rating
in the whole company?"

I shrugged.

"Jamie, I can't really read your mind, as a mind, but, damn
it, I can tell what, how and why you feel what you feel and
even recall your feelings when you first laid eyes on Tami.
I was also able to tell how Tami felt when she first saw
you, too, and I knew, from how you both were so afraid of
each other, that you were perfect for each other.  Sherry,
too, needed someone to love and to love her, too, and I know
that all three of you are now inseparable."

Leona touched my cheek.  "Take care of them, child.  I know
that you've felt that need... and they feel the same needs
for you, too.  So don't listen to your boss any more, grab
Sherry and take her home before she gets too drunk."

After I left I thought over what Leona had told me.  Sure,
she might have been delusional, but, hey, she'd worked the
system to knit the three of us together.

I belonged.  So did Tami... and Sherry.

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