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 Sorcerer: The Inner Circle by BJohn
   Chapters 31 - 40 01/28/07
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   Chapter 31
   JANET (Friday 12/9)
   On the way to school, Toro and I grilled Big Brother about his date with
Lucia.  He didn't give us a lot of information.
   "Does she kiss good?" was my major question.  It had been one of the
best parts of *my* "first date."
   "Didn't kiss her."
   "Chicken!"
   "No, I'm taking it slow, she's got some issues."
   "Yeh but still..."
   "Besides, I'm not quite up to Toro's abilities yet.  All he has to do to
get a kiss is to eyeball a girl's boobs."
   Toro polished his fingernails and looked smug.  I smacked him and said,
"You did a hell of a lot more than admire my tits.  You were smooth, you
made me feel special, and you...  courted me.  Stud!"
   Big Brother pretended to glare at us.  "My love life isn't on PBS like
yours."
   "Ouch!  Cheap shot!  It was an accident!  We were leaking."
   Big Brother relented a little.  "Maybe so.  But you'd better go over
some of the leakage issues with the Inner Circle today.  Much as I
appreciate a girl having a climax, I think I'd prefer to be the one
assisting.
   "Now, if I can get some help from your devious minds..."
   Toro tried to play innocent again, "Who?  Us?"
   "Yes, *you.* Toro, I think you're even worse than Janet.  After all,
you're the one who had two dates with my innocent little sister and ended
up with your mouth and hands all over her chest giving orgasms to *two*
women."
   He tried to be serious but couldn't hold it in.  "*Stud!*"
   He controlled himself after a few more steps.  "Seriously, guys, I'd
like some help tonight.  I'm taking her to dinner at 6:00 and, if you can,
I'd like you two to 'accidentally' run into us outside about 7."
   "Huh?  Why?" we asked him.
   He put on his Stud hat, explained, flattered, cajoled, promised back
rubs and in general said he'd love me forever if we did.
   After we got the idea of what he wanted, Toro and I started some
high-speed plotting between us.  Some of it must have _leaked_, or perhaps
it was our evil grins, but he nailed us.
   He told us firmly, "Don't embarrass her, you two!  You've _looked_ at
her too, or will and know she's in a very fragile condition right now.  I'm
trying to help."
   I said grudgingly "Yeh, well, we'll be nice...  for now."
   Toro and I were very well-behaved during morning classes, considering
what we'd done the last couple days.  We kept to the light romantic
emotions, with a few _kisses_ now then, so while we did _leak_ a few times
there were only a few girls wandering around dreamy-eyed.
   I still had to change my panty liner before lunch.  Damn, I've got a hot
stud!
   All six of us were at lunch and were chowing down when Steven cruised
by, gave us all a big smile and two thumbs-up.
   Sherry asked, "How was his date last night with Lucia?"
   Toro told us, "As near as we can tell, pretty nice.  It seems right now
he's still feeling her out.  That's *out*, not *up."*
   It got a chuckle from all of us.
   Natalie told us, "He's laying on the mystery and romance.  When I talked
a little with her this morning, she was deliriously happy and crying at the
same time.  Steven cruised by and laid a totally sincere "My heart is full
of your radiance, my Lady," on her, and her knees just about collapsed.  I
know mine almost did, and I wasn't even the target.  Super Stud!"
   We girls fanned our faces like we were overheated.
   Toro told them, "Moonlight and I are going to 'accidentally' run into
them after they've had dinner tonight.  We've got a sinister, evil plot in
mind to make her a total Steven Stud convert."
   We told them we were still _leaking_ a little bit and asked for some
ideas to cut it down.
   They glanced around at each then we looked at Bob.  He gave us the "Who?
Me?" look and thought a little bit.
   "Well, if we define 'leakage' as unintentional interception of content
by outside parties, I think we've got something.  On the other hand, Toro,
you and Janet picked up right away we were doing something but not content.
Natalie mentioned Steven told her he was aware of it too.
   "So, on content, at least, Natalie and I have found a couple of things
which help.  A) Keep your attention focused on the other, maybe sharper
than a pinpoint.  B) Keep the intention high -- it's *what* you want to
occur, not *where* and C) We're not talking physical-universe stuff here,
so it's not affected by matter, energy or distance.
   "Try getting the idea of your communication starting with you and
*appearing* at the target without going in between in the physical universe
-- kinda like the teleportation you read about in science fiction stories.
   "When we're on, Natalie and I can have George and Sherry between us, and
they haven't a clue we're talking at all, much less that we're speculating
about their love life."
   Sherry grinned.  "You don't have to speculate.  Just ask...  and George
will shoot his mouth off!  You blabbermouth. ..  and blabbermind!" She
smacked him on just on general principles.
   George just grinned and said, "She beats me so gooood!"
   Bob asked us all, "By the way, anyone interested in a run to Universal
Studios tomorrow?  I can use a company van for transportation.  Dad's
company gets discounts; it's $35 for a season pass which is the best bet."
   Toro and I stuck our hands up.  I *love* Universal Studios and already
had a season pass.  "We'll have to ask our folks but shouldn't be a
problem. Big Brother might be interested with his new lady -- they had a
good time yesterday and have a date tonight."
   George and Sherry said, "Yes.  We've got our season passes."
   Natalie winked at me.  "Tell Steven the scary rides give the girls an
excuse to hold on their guys."
   That afternoon, we tried more-focused attention, higher intention and
the "teleporting" idea, and it seemed to work out pretty well.  We got some
"hot licks" in along with a few nice climaxes.  No one around started
masturbating, so it must have been pretty tight.  Then again, we got a few
odd looks when I'd suddenly smile, shake a bit and pant for a few seconds.
   We thought *maybe* we'd share the leakage ideas with Mom and Blake.  On
the other hand, maybe we'd conveniently forget until after the weekend; the
last leakages we'd gotten from them had been, to say the least,
interesting, and we were pretty sure they were planning some more
"sleepovers." We were sure they wouldn't be averse to their children
getting an education, would they?
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   LUCIA (Friday 12/9)
   Friday morning before classes started, Natalie caught up to me and
pulled me aside.  She looked at me questioningly with her eyebrows and
said, "Well?"
   I hugged her as hard as I could and dripped a few tears on her shoulder.
"I thought I'd blown it big time.  I was such an air-head I could barely
talk all night.
   "I cried four times -- and he just held me as if I were the only person
who'd ever mattered to him.  He'd hug me a little, give my hair a tiny kiss
and seemed to tell me nothing else mattered, only that he wanted so much
for me to be happy!
   "Mama and Papa love him -- and Papa hates most gringos!  He knew Mama's
family history and Papa's pride in our California history.  He wants to see
me again tonight!  God, how can I deserve this?"
   I cried on her shoulder a while longer.  When I felt a touch on my
shoulder, it was Sherry Stapley -- she's half-Spanish too, so could really
relate to me.  She asked, "It went *that* good?"
   I cried some more.  "He's just so perfect!" Then I had a thought.  "You
guys set me up with him!  You knew all about me and how he would react! 
You knew he wouldn't just try to fuck me!"
   Both Natalie and Sherry did their best to act angelic and innocent --
and did only an adequate job.  Natalie said nonchalantly, "When we bumped
into him, it was only a passing thought you two just *might* do okay for a
little bit.
   Sherry put in, "Then you, Lady Lucia, grabbed onto his heart and
wouldn't let go.  I've seen him this morning, and he's in such a daze he's
walking into walls."
   Oh, my God.
   Between first and second class, Natalie happened to be with me.  We were
walking side-by-side when Natalie suddenly became very alert.  She fanned
her boobs and whispered, "Warning!  Stud alert!  Warning!"
   I felt a hand on my shoulder and a familiar voice say softly, "And how
are two of my favorite ladies this morning?" Natalie grinned, raised an
eyebrow at me and whispered back to him, "We long for your presence in our
hearts." It was my Steven!
   He put his head in between ours, turned slightly towards me and looked
into my eyes from four inches away.  "And my Lady Lucia?"
   I didn't say anything; I could only look at him with my happiness in my
eyes.  His eyes admired my mouth; he leaned in as if to kiss me but
stopped. I wanted to kiss him so badly it hurt!
   He drew back and looked in my eyes again.  He whispered, "My heart is
full of your radiance, my Lady," and vanished.
   I got my breathing started again and looked at Natalie.  She waved her
hand a little and said, grudgingly, "Not too bad.  Got *my* pussy wet."
   Steven appeared at lunch and sat briefly beside me.  He whispered in my
ear, "I can only hope tonight...  I might be honored to kiss your hand
again, my Lady Lucia." He got up and vanished again.  Dammit!  How does he
do that?
   Just after school when Natalie and I turned a corner in the hallway, he
was standing there waiting.  He bowed with his eyes on mine in the manner
of the old Spanish Caballeros.  His eyes told me, _"I will wait for you
with my heart on fire."_ Again he somehow vanished.
   Natalie said dryly, "If I were you, Honey, I'd take several extra panty
liners or tampons.  I'll guarantee you'll get so wet you'll need them."
   She was right.  I did need them.
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   STEVEN (Friday 12/9)
   She was so full of life!  She shone like the noonday sun in the desert,
but the light was hidden by deep dark clouds threatening to keep it hidden
forever.  My job, my duty was to help her move the clouds away.
   Last night, I'd kept our conversation away from her sensitive areas.  We
would talk about them some time, but for now she needed someone just to
care for *her*, to help her feel worthy of care, to help her find out she
truly was special.
   From _looking_ at her, I'd realized her parents had been telling her
stories all her life about the great Italian and Spanish romances, so I
thought that approach might bypass the normal California high-school
pattern of "feed-em then fuck-em." It wasn't that way at McCambridge, but
from talking with other students who'd transferred in from other high
schools, it was pretty much the pattern elsewhere.
   So I poured on the old romantic phrases I'd read in stories, histories
and so forth.  By the end of the night, I'd decided I couldn't pour it on
too thick -- with every heartfelt, possibly overblown romantic phrase, I
felt her sunlight get stronger, her trust in me get greater, but above all,
her hope she ever could be happy went from dead ashes to the tiny flicker
of a candle in the wind.  Now we had to bring her hope to a raging fire
which could never be extinguished.
   The stuff with her parents?  Fact is, I cheated.  All I had to do was
_look_ at them and their pride shown out.  Now, if they'd asked me how I'd
known, I'd of had to do some fancy dancing, but fortunately it hadn't been
necessary.  In this case, I think they would have forgiven me anyway if
they'd known, because I was trying to help Lucia regain some happiness.
   Hopefully, tonight the plot would thicken.
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   LUCIA
   He was picking me up in ten minutes!  God, what if I forgot something?
It *was* 6:00, wasn't it?  Did my dress look okay?  Did I have *any*
clothes on?  Which dress did I have on?  Did I remember panties?  Extra
tampons?  Hell, the one I had in was almost soaked already.
   Exactly at 6:00, he knocked lightly.  Papa let him in; they bowed to
each other while Papa beamed at him.
   He looked at me and his eyes lit up with a fire so intense I couldn't
breathe.  We lost ourselves in each other for so long Papa cleared his
throat to get us back.
   We shook our heads -- together, it seemed.  I started to breathe again
and introduced him to Young Sister.
   He looked at her, grabbed his chest and *admired* her.  He glanced at me
and asked, "Lucia, don't you like me any more?  Are you trying to give me a
heart attack by springing another beautiful woman on me with no warning?"
   He turned his eyes back to Young Sister, who was blushing so hard I felt
the heat from ten feet away.  He said, with *lots* of admiration, "You've
gotta be at least seventeen!"
   Young Sister blushed even harder, if it were possible.  She pushed out
her bust (quite a decent one, too) and said proudly, "I'm fourteen!"
   Well...  okay, fourteen next week.
   Steven winked at me, looked at her again and whispered loudly, "Should I
dump the old lady over there?  I could come back and court *you*."
   Young Sister's mouth literally dropped open; she stuttered and collapsed
onto a chair.  She stared at him in awe and her nipples popped up.  I know
just how you're feeling, Young Sister.
   Papa and Mama stood there trying not to laugh.  They were doing their
little huff-huff and had turned away from Young Sister so she wouldn't see
their faces.
   Steven asked them politely, "11:00 latest?" They both nodded and waved
us out.  Papa followed us out and shut the door.  I thought he was going to
say something to us, but he suddenly convulsed with laughter.  He kept
trying to stifle it, but he got redder and redder until he finally just let
it loose.
   I punched Steven's arm.  "She'd eat you up!  Cradle-robber!"
   He grinned at me.  "Maybe we can find a fourteen-year-old stud who could
handle her.  I know of one but he's taken." His eyes seemed to say to me,
_"I'd like to eat *you* up, Lucia."_
   Fuck.  That gush did soak the tampon, so I squished all the way to the
restaurant.  Fortunately it was only five blocks away, so only a little ran
down my leg.
   As soon as we got inside, I excused myself to the lady's room.  I sat on
the toilet and got the old one out just in time; when it popped out, I
leaked what must have been several tablespoons more down my butt into the
toilet.  Damn it was close!
   I had the new tampon halfway in when my hand shook so badly I had to
stop.  I was remembering -- those guys forcing their way into me time after
time; the pain, the humiliation, their taunts...  I sat on the toilet and
cried for at least fifteen minutes before I could finish up and get back to
Steven.
   Something must have been in my eyes when I got back.  Steven rose and
held my seat for me but I seemed to feel him inside me screaming, _"WHO
DARES TO HURT MY LUCIA?  WHO DARES?"_
   He had tears in his eyes when he looked at me again but said something
else about school.  We chattered away but underneath I was terrified.
   We got lost in each other again and again.  We'd break off, chat a
little then he'd say something which made my pussy water some more, but
then I'd remember the whispers at school, the cruel jokes, the other boys
who made lewd requests...
   I felt so filthy; I felt I'd soil Steven if I even touched him.  I
almost couldn't bear to smile at him, though when I did, his eyes would
soften, and he'd admire me.  He seemed to keep saying inside me, _"My
Lucia, I will cherish you forever.  No matter what has happened to you, you
are the sunlight on the desert to me -- my radiance -- and I want *you* to
feel joy once again."_
   I got myself back into some semblance of control by the time we'd
finished.  I ducked back into the lady's room to change my tampon since it
was soaked again.
   Somehow he seemed to know exactly what I wanted to do: just walk, hold
hands (would he want to touch me if he knew how filthy I was?) and talk.
   We'd walked maybe half a block when a couple ran right into us!  They
muttered apologies then looked at Steven.  The boy said, "Steven Stud!"
Obviously they knew each other.
   Both were young, probably Young Sister's age, but seemed to radiate
intelligence and maturity.  She had golden hair the same shade as Steven's
and was slender like him.  Not a "cute little girl," but a lovely compact
package of femininity.
   I heard a, _"Thank you!"_ What?
   Steven told me, "Lady Lucia, this young heartbreaker is my sister Janet.
The stud next to her is Henry, the Warrior-Heart, the Cojones Del Toro! 
Guys, this is the lady whose radiance fills my heart with happiness when
she's near me."
   I almost collapsed.  Both Toro and Janet looked at me and seemed to
_inspect_ me down to the first time I'd found out what stroking my clit
would do.  God!  It felt almost like Steven and me sharing our hearts!
   Steven asked Janet, "Does Mom know you're out?"
   "Oh yes.  She came home with Blake and chased us away.  I think she
wanted a quickie before they went out."
   Toro explained to me, "Both our parents are single; their mom and my
dad. Janet here pulled my heart into her hers this week and somehow..." he
winked at me, "we managed to get our folks together.
   "You know how new lovers are.  They probably turned a quickie into a
longie!  Maybe if we hurry home we can catch them at it!"
   Janet smacked him good.  "Nasty boy!" But they both laughed without any
lechery; just thought it was fun.
   They both turned their eyes onto mine at the same time.  He said,
"You're a beautiful person, Lucia."
   She told me, "We are honored and privileged to meet a lady who can make
our Steven walk into walls and trees."
   I seemed to hear Janet tell me, _"Please trust Steven, Lucia.  He *can*
help make you happy."_
   They turned and scampered away in perfect step with their hands locked
together.
   Steven told me, "Watch them, Lucia.  I've never seen two people so much
in love with each other and with life than those two.  To look at them from
a distance, they're a couple of bratty young teenagers, but when you really
look at them, they seem to have the wisdom of thousands of years gathered
around them."
   I looked.  I wept tears of joy because they were so beautiful together.
I wept tears of sadness because I could see no way I could ever be happy
again.  But I wept mainly because I knew I had to tell Steven about me, and
he would revile me and cast me back into the darkness of my despair.
   Steven drew me into a quiet spot and held me gently while he kissed my
hair.  "Cry, Lucia.  Cry all you need to let out the grief.  I'm here for
you and will not leave you."
   _"Besides, this is a heavy cotton shirt and will hold a lot of water!"_
   I had to laugh, even though I cried.
   "Come, my Lady, let's walk some more in the light." We followed along
after them.
   He asked, "You ever been to Universal Studios?"
   "No but I've wanted to go for a long time."
   "Great, how about tomorrow around 10:00?  We'll have a gang of teenagers
we can harass; every guy will look at you and die of unrequited love."
   "I'd love it."
   I'd seen precision dancers and drill teams moving in synchronization
before, but Toro and Janet moved as if they were welded together.  Not
awkward in any way, they were totally spontaneous, stopping suddenly
together to peer into a store window, jumping up and down together then an
occasional light quick hug or kiss which seemed so full of love and respect
for one another another tear would leak from my eye.
   "I'd say they're sharing their nervous systems," Steven commented
softly. "Probably 80% or so when they're like this.
   "They tell us they can feel what the other is feeling -- the emotions
and sensations.  I would never have believed it if I hadn't seen it
myself."
   _"Imagine making love to someone who is wrapped around you as much as
they are wrapped around your body.  Imagine the pleasure they are giving
you is giving them pleasure, and when you release, you tell the world how
wonderful they are and how joyous you make each other feel.  Imagine..."_
   Toro and Janet made one of their sudden stops just a few feet in front
of us.  They turned, looked at me for a second then dashed off again.
   For that one second, it seemed as if I'd _felt_ their joining together;
as if I'd _experienced_ the joy of a love which went into infinity.
   I wept yet again and Steven kissed my head.  He whispered, "No matter
how bad it seems, Lucia, it will all turn out all right." _"You are my
radiance who brings the glory of love to my heart."_
   Toro and Janet dashed back to us.  Janet grabbed Steven's wrist and
looked at his watch.  She exclaimed, "All right!" Mom said not to come back
before 8:00 -- that's ten minutes from now.  Let's all go back and hang
out! Come on!"
   Steven and I glanced at each other, shrugged and went after them.  "We
can talk -- if we can shut those two hellions up."
   He caressed my hand with his thumb as we walked.  I _felt_ my hand in
his -- the thinner bones, the smaller fingers.  I _felt_ his heart beat and
we made our hearts beat together.
   I _felt_ him breathe and we breathed together.  We stepped together,
lengthening or shortening our steps to move over cracks and step off or
onto street curbs.
   I _felt_ him around and through me, and I finally believed some of the
joy I'd been shown could possibly be mine.
   We got to their complex and went up to an apartment.  Janet unlocked the
door, dashed in and shouted, "Mom!  Are you two still at it?"
   I went hot with embarrassment -- I could imagine what Mama would feel
like if I'd done it.
   Steven grinned at me and pulled me inside.  "They're not here.  We would
have sensed them long before we opened the door."
   Toro said, "They're at my place.  Yep!  They're at it all right!  Dad
told me this morning they were gonna try to initiate every piece of
furniture in the apartment this weekend.  Hope he remembers the kitchen
table has a wobbly leg!"
   I must have blushed again, because Steven told me, "Don't worry, Lady.
Respect for the parental units' sex lives doesn't seem to be part of our
upbringing."
   Janet asked Toro, "You did change your sheets after Wednesday night,
right?  I left a wet spot two feet across."
   Toro said, "This morning.  Last night I rubbed my face in it and slept
there all night.  You smell wonderful, Moonlight!"
   They dashed madly around the apartment for a few moments then I ended up
with a soda in my hand -- exactly the kind I liked.
   Janet dragged me on her "two-bit tour" as she called it.  Three
bedrooms, two and a half baths.  "Big Brother and I share this one.  He's
only seen me naked once so far -- I just jiggled my tits at him, he admired
'em and told me I had the hottest chest in Burbank!  He's a stud!
   "Here's the half-bath for guests." She nodded at my crotch.  "By the
way, you need a change."
   By now, my embarrassment had run out.  Yes, I felt I needed to change
it, and I had no doubt she could _feel_ it too if she wished.
   I changed the tampon and washed my hands and face.  My face needed it,
with tear streaks and running makeup.  To hell with any more makeup
tonight! Steven had been telling me for two days now I had all this
radiance so we can do without the makeup.
   I came back out feeling much better with more confidence.  I wouldn't
leak down my leg for at least another half-hour.
   Janet grabbed my hand and pulled me into the middle of the living room
where Steven and Toro were standing.  She looked me in the eye and asked,
"Lucia, may we look at you?"
   Look at me?  What the hell, so far tonight anything this family had done
turned out interesting.  Why not?
   Looking right at Steven, I told them, "I don't mind at all, but I get to
look at you, too." He grinned and wiggled an eyebrow at me.
   Janet stood beside me as we faced the two guys.  She called out,
"Height!"
   "She's got about 7" on you with two-inch heels.  That makes her 5' 5""
   "Weight!"
   Steven laughed, "More than you, a lot less than Tank.  I'm not touching
that one."
   Janet cupped her breasts and juggled them a little.  "28-A"
   Toro called out, "Perfect and kissable."
   Two can do that!  I juggled mine.  "34-C"
   Steven said, "Delightful quantity, delectable quality." He stood there
*admiring.* He wasn't undressing me with his eyes, he was appreciating my
body.  God, it made me feel so good!
   Janet said, "Waist, 20."
   I said, "Waist, 24."
   Steven laughed with a wink.  "Skinny broad."
   "Hips, 27"
   "Hips, 34"
   Janet turned around, put her hands on her butt and wiggled it.  "New
birth control method -- no ass at all."
   Toro said, "Perfectly delicious ass."
   Well, my turn.  I turned and wiggled my butt at them.  "Fat ass."
   Both Toro and Steven said together, "Delightful ass.  DROOL!"
   Janet wasn't quite finished.  "Legs, skinny."
   Toro said, "Slender columns of love leading to Heaven."
   I said, "Legs, fat."
   Janet cut in, "Legs to die for."
   Steven said, "Legs that go on forever and lead to the Promised Land. 
Yum!"
   Okay.  My turn.  Marching over to Steven, I let my hips sway a little
bit.  He *admired* me.
   I looked him over.  With my 2-inch heels, I could look directly into his
eyes; with his shoes on we were exactly the same height.
   I took my time and admired his face.  Hair like beaten gold.  Violet
eyes looking love at me.  Nice jaw.  I peeled his lips apart and peered at
his teeth while Janet giggled, Toro laughed and Steven flipped them the
bird.
   Shoulders wider than mine.  Muscles rippling down all the way to the
hands.  Hands with long strong fingers which would feel perfect on my
breasts.
   Chest strong with muscles standing out.  Stomach with ripples.  Janet
giggled, "Don't mess too much with the merchandise!"
   Steven grinned at me, "Take all the time you want."
   I dimly _felt_ an orgasm wash over me; not mine.  I _felt_ the muscles
clench in pleasure, the warmth of energy and the joy between them.  Toro
muttered, "They're at it again!"
   Steven's hips were narrower than mine.  Strong legs running down to
feet. Yes, he had feet.  I didn't think he could wear my shoes, though.
   I put my arms around him and ran my hands down his back.  Solid muscle
flexed beneath my fingers.  Down further onto a small, rock hard ass.  I
grabbed him with both hands and pulled myself to him, pushed my rock-hard
nipples into his chest and admired his mouth.  We tilted our heads and
brought our lips towards each other's...
   I screamed as I ran to the bathroom and vomited.  How could I think of
touching his mouth with mine?  I'm filth.  I'm a whore -- a cum-slut.  How
could I defile him with my degradation?
   Chapter 32
   LUCIA (Friday 12/9)
   Even before the first flood of vomit came, I felt Steven's arm in front
of my shoulders supporting me and his hand holding back my hair.
   I projectile-vomited my supper into the toilet so hard it splashed water
on us.  A towel immediately wiped my eyes, and I vomited again, again and
again until the dry heaves were tearing my stomach apart.
   A wet cloth wiped my face quickly followed by a towel.  Someone held a
bottle to my mouth.  "Water, drink it all -- there may be more," while the
toilet flushed.
   I drank as fast as I could then tried to throw up my intestines.  The
stomach contractions felt as if they'd tear my belly apart and a trickle of
water came out.
   "Drink." More water and more dry heaves which seemed to tear me apart.
"Drink."
   Finally the contractions stopped, and I cried with shame and
hopelessness.  Steven held me up and Janet wiped my face and neck with a
wet cloth.
   Steven lifted me to my feet where I could barely stand.  He and Janet
guided me out of the small bathroom where a lady waited -- all I could see
was golden hair, a blouse with one button buttoned, golden pubic hair and a
flood of fluid running down her thighs.  She smelled of fresh sex and semen
so much I almost threw up again.
   She said, "I'm Louise, Steven and Janet's mom.  I'm here to help.  Take
her into my bathroom."
   Steven half-carried me; I could barely move my legs, and I was sobbing
so hard I could barely breathe.  I saw a bathroom, and Steven carried me to
the toilet, shut the lid and eased me down.
   Louise said, "We need to get her dress off -- it's covered.  Steven,
out."
   Janet said firmly, "No!  It's all right, Mom.  He's a gentleman and he's
done this before."
   "Okay.  Unzip, unbutton.  Pick her up a little so I can get it from
under her butt."
   I felt Steven's hands under my arms pull me up while I sobbed into his
chest.  Louise pulled my dress up over my butt, and Steven let me back
down.
   They undressed me like a baby while I sobbed out my despair that the
world was lost to me forever.  I tried to say I was sorry but I couldn't
talk.
   I suddenly _felt_ five spirits (souls?  presences?) surround me.  I
_felt_ Steven effortlessly twine himself through and around me, while the
others gave me comfort and love.
   Steven told me, _"My Lady Lucia, we are here and you are safe.  The
Warrior-Heart with the Cojones Del Toro guards all doors, and no hostile
being can come to you unless we first die.  You are safe and protected.  I
love you and I will not leave you to bear this alone._
   _"You are the radiance of my life, with the strength of hundreds of
years of the Sonoras behind you to give you the will to fight and live. 
Live, my Lady.  Live so we can love."_
   Steven held my shoulders while Janet and Louse stripped off my bra. 
They ran a wet cloth gently over my face and shoulders then over my breasts
and stomach, followed by a dry towel.
   Steven tilted me forward; they washed and dried my back.  Janet said,
"Her panties and butt are fine, just get her legs from just above the knees
down."
   They washed and dried my knees and legs then Steven draped a towel
across my chest, picked me up like a baby beneath the knees and shoulders,
carried me from the bathroom and laid me on a bed.
   Louise flipped a sheet up over me and laid her hand on my forehead. 
"Rest."
   I managed to turn my head towards her and croaked, "Thank you."
   I looked at her legs with the fluid still dripping down.  "I apologize
for interrupting anything."
   Louis looked down at her legs and laughed.  "Shit!  I've always heard
coitus interruptus was a crappy method of birth control, and now I know
why. Don't worry about it.  Now if it had been even fifteen seconds
earlier, though, I would be seriously pissed."
   I croaked, "Steven?"
   _"I'm here, my love.  Just rest for a few minutes.  You are not alone."_
   I rested and must have dozed off.  When I woke, the light was dim, and
Steven was sitting on a chair beside me holding my hand.  _"I'm here, my
Lady Lucia."_
   _"Help me sit up."_ It now seemed as natural to speak that way as to
speak aloud.
   He put his strong arm behind my shoulders and helped me upright while I
pulled my legs over to sit on the edge of the bed.
   Of course the sheet fell down, and my bare breasts pointed right at him.
He never took his eyes from mine.
   I laughed.  It sounded and felt like a raven's squawk.  Fuck the
talking, my throat felt burned from the stomach acids.
   _"Seems like a girl doesn't keep many secrets around you for long,
Steven Stud."_ I cupped my breasts briefly.  He looked down, admired them
for a moment then looked back up.
   _"You are a wonderful woman, Lucia.  Your body reflects the radiance you
are."_
   God!  Still the romantic.  _"I need to talk with everyone, Steven.  They
need to know what I really am, and why I have to leave and never see you
again."_
   _"The talk is acceptable.  You will get much debate from all of us on
the rest.  It might be chilly with your present attire..."_
   Louise came in the room.  She was wearing a robe now and grinned at me.
_"Let's see what we can find.  Your other clothes have been washed and are
in the dryer.  Cotton dress, so low heat unless you fancy your hemline
around your crotch."_
   I laughed and told her, _"Usually I prefer it much lower."_
   She rummaged through her closet and picked out something which looked
like a terry robe.  It was very snug across the shoulders and barely
covered the front.  Louise said, _"Well, it's the biggest I've got.  You
seem to have..."_
   _"Mammoth mammaries"_
   _"Humongous hooters"_
   _"Tremendous tatahs"_
   I told them, _"Come on!  I'm only a C!"_
   Small pause.
   Very quietly, _"I see you?"_
   I heard someone get smacked outside.  Louise nudged one of her breasts
with her arm and said, _"When you're used to the economy size, even the
regular size seems huge.  Men!"_
   Steven and Louise helped me out into the living room.  My legs were
still wobbly, and I needed the help.  Toro, Janet and a man were waiting.
   Louise said, "Lucia, this is my friend Blake; Toro's dad."
   Blake said, "Okay what's all the excitement about?  Louise vanishes in
front of my eyes at an inspired moment in my life, I follow a trail blazed
with liquid whose smell drives me wild, and I find a sweet young thang
standing here in a too-small bathrobe.  Not that I'm objecting it's too
small, mind you.  What's this humungous hooters stuff?"
   I rasped, "I guess you and Toro are the only ones left out." I undid the
sash, spread the robe wide, pushed my chest out and presented my assets to
the assembly.
   Toro's and Blake's eyes widened a bit and they admired the hell out of
my chest.
   After a brief moment, Blake said, "I have just been inspired to new
levels of lecherous thoughts about young women.  You are a shining example
of female pulchritude."
   Janet said, "Just in case anyone missed it, he thinks you're a hottie,
Lucia."
   I managed to croak out, "I gathered that, from the drool running down
his chin." I covered up again, and Steven helped me sit on the sofa,
sitting down beside me with his arm around me.
   Toro brought me a soda -- again my favorite, but no mystery now how he
knew.  I seemed to have fallen into a coven of witches or something else
equally strange.
   Toro told me, _"Not witches, Lucia, just some people who've managed to
remember some of the abilities we once had."_
   I told them, _"Be that as it may, right now it's the least of my
worries. My throat feels like it's been reamed with a scrub brush because I
vomited so much and you all need to know why._
   _"Steven has been so sweet to me, and you've all helped me so much you
all deserve to know.  You'll kick me out on the street buck-naked, but I
need to tell you."_
   Steven wrapped himself around and through me again and, as well as a
spirit can, hugged me.  _"I'm here, my Lady.  You are safe and protected --
you can tell us anything you wish."_
   I looked around at them.  Louise and Blake had chairs while Toro and
Janet sat on the floor cross-legged.
   I looked at them.  _"Ordinarily, I would suggest you two would be too
young for this.  However, I have this feeling in some ways you're so much
older than I am you'd consider me an unborn child._
   _"Okay, once I start, I have to get it all out, so if you get sick, haul
ass outta here; I'm not waiting on you.  Last call..."_
   No one moved.
   I took a deep breath and started my self-indictment.
   _"A year ago this month I was a typical fifteen-year-old Sophomore in a
small town, let's call it Unpleasantville.  I went out on a date with this
guy -- from a good family and all that crap -- and he drugged my soda with
a date-rape drug."_
   No comments.  No gasps of horror -- just interested in what I was
telling them.  I _felt_ them _sharing_ my emotions and physical sensations.
   _"It *might* have been okay -- he had pretty good reputation as a stud
-- but after the drug took effect and I hadn't the least inhibition left,
he got me in his car, blindfolded me, drove for a while and sold me to
someone -- I could hear them dickering over the price; they settled on
$75._
   _"I was pushed to a bed and three men took turns fucking me for two
hours.  Not really rape because I didn't protest.  All they did was fuck me
-- again and again and again.  In my cunt.  In my mouth.  In my ass. 
They'd come in and on me and laugh."_
   They were definitely _aware_ of how I'd felt.
   _"I had orgasms time after time.  Every time one of them would come, I
would come.  When they twisted a nipple, I would come.  I guess the fun
went out of it for them after a while because they hurt me while they
fucked me._
   _"I had bleeding bites on my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, my lips and
my arms.  One of my labia was bitten through.  They held a cigarette
lighter to my leg and laughed when I screamed at the pain._
   _"They hit me, fucked me, hit me again and called me a whore, a slut, a
cum-slut who wanted more and more."_
   I'd thought I could get through this, but again I started crying. 
Steven held me close and _snuggled_ me.
   _"I'd been a virgin.  They forced themselves into me and tore me inside
and out.  They still kept fucking me through the blood.  They stuck a
broomstick up my dry ass and laughed when I orgasmed and sprayed blood. 
Then they fucked my ass with their dicks.  I was in agony, but I still
begged them to fuck me again._
   _"They must have run dry or whatever, but they finally dragged me into
some vehicle, drove for a while then dumped me naked on the front lawn of
City Hall.  I was screaming from pain, dripping cum from my cunt, ass and
mouth, frigging myself through the blood and begging for someone to fuck me
more.  They drove off calling me a whore and a cum-slut."_
   I cried for what seemed the thousandth time over this.
   _"And I was.  I wanted more and more; no matter how many times they'd
fucked me, no matter how many orgasms I'd had, no matter how much it hurt;
I wanted more -- and begged them for it._
   _"City Hall at 10:00 at night?  It means police, paparazzi, ambulances,
hospital; all the publicity any girl could ever desire after her first
night of romance._
   _"A doctor finally gave me some sort of shot which cut down the craving
so at least I stopped begging every person, male or female, to fuck me
again._
   _"Finally after ending up in emergency surgery at least twice, I managed
to fall asleep.  But the nightmare continued.  I had at least three other
operations to repair my vagina, labia, anus and rectum.  I couldn't rest on
my back because my ass had stitches.  I couldn't sleep on my stomach,
because my breasts had stitches.  I couldn't sleep on my side because it
put pressure on my vagina and anus._
   _"The police kept questioning and questioning me over and over.  The guy
who drugged me claimed we'd had an argument over sex -- he claimed I wanted
to get fucked and that he was a 'nice guy who didn't do that' -- he said he
left me out at my house.  Witnesses said we left with me hanging all over
him, and they couldn't shake his alibi after that._
   _"Yeh, they took DNA samples from everywhere -- there was plenty of it,
since I was covered with semen, piss and shit from my hair to my knees, in
my vagina, my rectum and intestines and my mouth and stomach.  None of them
matched the 'nice guy,' and there were no matches in any DNA database._
   _"I'd been blindfolded the entire time so I couldn't identify any one of
them by sight.  The best I could do was from the accents they'd taunted me
in -- Caucasian and Hispanic._
   _"I couldn't identify a route we took in the vehicles, so they never
found the room.  EVERYTHING was a dead fucking end!_
   _"And oh by the way, I was pregnant too.  What the fuck, just another
operation for the abortion.  The scandal rags even showed what they claimed
was a two-headed fetus.  Bet those guys really got a good yuk, yuk -- 'Hey
we shore knocked the fuckin' ho up, didn't we?'_
   My humiliation was getting across to them just fine.  Steven hugged me
lightly, _snuggled_ me some more and they told me, _"You're safe now. 
You're protected."_
   I pushed Steven away for a moment and took off my robe.  I pointed at
five scars on my breasts.  _"Bites which required stitches.  There were ten
other major bruises and bites."_
   I showed them the burn scar on my leg, four more bites which had needed
stitches then finally turned my back, bent over, spread my cheeks and
showed them the five-inch scar on the inside where they'd gone in to repair
my rectum and anus.
   _"I spent three months in the damned hospital.  When I finally got to
where I could eat solid food and take a dump without breaking a stitch or
bleeding, they released me._
   _"About the only saving grace was Papa's insurance covered everything. I
snuck into Papa's desk once and added up the bills.  There was over
$150,000 when I quit -- and there was still a stack an inch thick._
   _"When I got home the reporters were lined up around the block.  We had
three news vans parked outside for two weeks.  The fucking phone was
ringing continuously until we disconnected it._
   _"Papa couldn't go to work without some fuckwad wanting a 'personal
interest' interview.  I think he punched a few of them out; the rest of the
guys at work managed to keep them away._
   _"Mama couldn't even go to the store without some cunt reporter sticking
a mike in her face and asking oh-so-concerned about how she was feeling. 
Fuck them and boil them all slowly in hot fucking oil!  How the fuck did
they think she'd feel!  Fucking parasite asshole money-grubbers!_
   _"I'd just spent two months in a hospital bed healing enough to walk,
another month with some fuckwad therapy then it took two weeks at home
before I could stand and walk for more than fifteen minutes._
   _"Then from some fuckass anonymous tip, the police came to our home with
a search warrant for cash on the premises or some dipshit legal bullshit.
They found $50 in one of my dresser drawers.  It got leaked to the rag mags
and suddenly it turns out I was a *whore*; that I'd sold myself and that
all the injuries and beatings I'd gotten had been some 'trick gone bad.'
Fucking asswipe sons-of-bitching cock-biting ass-sucking FUCKHEADS!"_
   I felt myself being angry for the first time since it happened.
   _"When I finally got back to school after three and a half months, the
principal called me in and told me they supported me 100%.  Pompous lying
fuckwad sack of shit!  See how he'd like a broomstick up *his* ass!_
   _"I was completely ostracized.  There was only one girl in the entire
god-damned fuckin' school who stood up with me and she got ostracized, too!
Every other person there would either ignore me or call me a whore._
   _"I'd walk down the hall and every ten feet some asshole mother-fucking
piece-of-shit dick swinger would wave a $5 bill at me and ask for a quick
piece of ass.  Even the suck-ass security guard turned his back when guys
grabbed my tits or shoved their hand in my crotch.  Maybe I was lucky, but
I managed to get stripped naked only twice in the week I was there."_
   They watched me, understood me and _comforted_ me.
   _"The girl who stood up for me?  They started calling her a whore, too!
Then some guys dragged her away, raped and beat her for two days then left
her for dead in a sewer.  She's still catatonic in a mental hospital
somewhere.  Fucking slime-bag asshole shit-eaters!  I hope to hell at least
one of them had AIDS and the others caught it so their goddamed dicks rot
off and they take a year to die!  FUCK!"_
   _"Young Sister in Middle School caught hell, too.  The second time
several guys grabbed her and tried to rape her under the bleachers, we'd
had enough.  We snuck out of town.  With the help of a couple of Papa's
friends, we got some clothes out of the house and left._
   _"The guy who drugged me and sold me?  He's still probably walking
around getting congratulated he didn't get caught in my whore's trap. 
Suck-butt piece of shit asswipe FUCKING PUSSY-ASS SCUMBAG LEPEROUS
*FILTH!*_
   At least feeling really angry was better than not caring.
   _"We left all the furniture, anything we couldn't carry in our hands and
got our asses out of Dodge!  Enough already!  We ended up here in June and
Papa got a job long enough to get us a place to live, and we've been here
ever since._
   _"Some scandal-sheet reporter managed to track Papa down at his work
here, but his buddies took him out and beat the living shit out of him.  I
think he escaped with a broken arm and *lots* of bruises over his fuck-ass
slimy body._
   _"Then, ladies especially, I can't even masturbate well any more. 
Almost every time I try to touch myself, what comes up was those three guys
fucking me and calling me a whore.  How's that for a major turn-off?_
   _"And I've *still* got my teenage hormones running wild.  McCambridge is
loaded with handsome, nice, romantic guys who look at me like I'm somehow
the most desirable female who's ever walked the earth -- keep your trap
shut, Steven, I'm venting here -- my nipples tear holes in my clothes, and
my pussy water runs down my goddamned leg!  And I can't do fuck shit about
it!_
   _"The sex bomb Wednesday?  It's the first fucking time I've gotten off
in a goddamned *year* without thinking how much a whore I was.  Thank you,
thank you, thank you to whoever managed it._
   _"Steven, I don't know how you managed to get me to go out with you
yesterday.  And for a brief day, I've been deliriously happy with you --
because I fell in love with you when you looked at me and we fell into each
other._
   _"Every time I cried on you, it was either because I was so happy
somebody cared for *me* or because I had no hope at all because I was such
a whore._
   _"Tonight, you and Toro and Janet all made me feel alive somehow even
though you managed to tease the shit out of me.  Then finally when I wanted
so badly to kiss you and tell you how much I loved you -- everything came
back at once and up at once.  All I really am is a whore.  And a piss-poor
one._
   _"All I can beg for right now is to give my dress back or let me keep
this robe before you throw me out.  It's chilly outside._
   _"And please don't throw me down the steps.  I don't know if I could
crawl home with a sprained ankle or something broken._
   _"Please?"_
   Chapter 33
   LOUISE (Friday 12/9)
   One second I'm in post-coital bliss, the next I'm tearing down the hall
buck-naked dribbling stuff trying to put on my blouse.  The _squawk_ from
Henry, Janet and Steven could have come at a worse time but not by much.
   They didn't know any more than I did -- Steven's date had suddenly
started projectile-vomiting, and they were scared!  When I got there
though, they were handling things just as I would have -- holding her,
keeping her hair away, water, wet cloth.
   We could all _feel_ her whole body lock up on the dry heaves.  Ouch! 
Some of the same muscles a major orgasm uses, but God, what a different
feeling.
   Steven and Janet got her out of the bathroom into mine.  The front of
her dress was soaked with water and vomit, and I knew it had to come off.
   I told Steven to leave, but Janet insisted he stay.  I _felt_ Lucia
needing him, too, so he stayed.
   He handled it like a professional nurse; totally cool and collected, not
like we were stripping down his lady love.
   We got her into my bed (damn I didn't know Steven was so strong!), and
she got some rest.
   When she was telling us her story, we _joined_ together in supporting
her, but underneath I _felt_ the guys' rage.  They were prowling like angry
lions looking for targets to destroy.  Toro, with his warrior's heart, had
already started a plan for revenge -- served *very* cold.
   Lucia somehow had the idea what had happened *to* her was her fault,
even if she'd really hadn't had a choice once the drug hit -- it's the way
they work.
   When she asked if she could keep some clothes and not to hurt her too
much when we threw her out, we cried to ourselves inside.  She hurt so
much!
   We sat in silence for a few moments then Toro said, _"Uh, Lucia, if you
don't mind my mentioning it, you need to be a bit more, uh, expressive of
your feelings.  You seemed a bit too laid-back there."_
   Janet put in her two-cents' worth.  _"We need to hook you up with
Natalie's dad for some lessons.  Your vocabulary needs a bit of work --
there was some repetition and some of the final adjectives were a bit... 
insufficient, if I may say so.  Don was in the Navy for years, and I'm sure
he'd be glad to help you expand your vocabulary."_
   For a moment, Lucia stared around blankly, giggled then we laughed so
hard we were crying.  Lucia was holding her stomach trying not to laugh
because it hurt so much.
   It lessoned the tension dramatically.  We got resettled with Steven
snuggling her in his arms and her looking less apprehensive that we were
going to throw her out into the street.
   I asked her, _"Lucia, did you get any counseling about this?"_
   She looked puzzled.  _"There is such a thing?"_
   Goddamned fucking incompetent county services!  Obviously no one had
even talked to her about it except to rattle her around with questions. 
Assholes!  Hell, I'm going to get some lessons from Natalie's dad myself!
Hell, I'll talk to her about it myself right now.
   _"Lucia, I'm 35, divorced and the mother of two teenagers.  Yesterday, a
single man invited me to dinner this evening.  I accepted._
   _"He bought me a very nice dinner and paid for it with cold cash on the
table.  Dollars, dinero, moola, bucks.  Money._
   _"I was so appreciative of it, we came back to his apartment after
dinner, and I did my best to fuck his brains out._
   _"I had orgasms..."_
   Toro whispered, _"I counted five...  major ones."_
   _"I begged for more.  After every orgasm I wanted and needed another
one, and I begged him to do me again._
   _"Now which of those two things makes *me* a whore or prostitute -- his
buying me dinner or my begging him to fuck me?"_
   _"Uh, neither, really"_
   _"Okay, suppose he'd bought me a little piece of jewelry, say $100?"_
   _"Well, perhaps we're getting a little closer now."_
   _"And I screwed him while I was in full possession of my faculties --
well, most of the time at least."_
   We could all feel Blake _grin_ while he polished his nails.
   _"So Lucia, what's the difference between what I just did with my full
consent and knowledge and what happened *to* you while you were full of a
drug which was *designed* to make you as sexually aroused as possible, as
sexually sensitive as possible and with as little control of it as
possible?"_
   She cried a few tears and Steven hugged her again.  She finally told us,
_"I didn't have knowledge and I didn't consent."_
   _"Right!  I suppose if a *consenting* couple were having some sex-life
issues, a little of the stuff might be appropriate, if they *both*
agreed."_
   _"Lucia, you were raped.  There's no ifs ands, or buts.  It's the fact.
Have your parents ever called you a whore or even hinted this was in any
way your fault?"_
   _"No, they were never upset with *me*."_
   _"Your parents are wise people, Lucia.  Now I'm putting on my Mom hat;
you and Steven have an extra-curricular assignment.  Get on the Internet.
Research rape victims and date-rape drugs.  Give me at least a two-page
essay on the effects of rape on the victims and how they are best handled._
   _"Lucia, get some liquid and a bit of light food like crackers in your
stomach, that will settle it down."_
   I tried not to grin, but the corners of my mouth twitched.  _"Steven, it
will probably help if you massage her *gently*.  Vomiting that hard tends
to cause all sorts of muscle aches *everywhere."*_
   I pulled her up from the sofa and hugged her.  _"Please accept our help.
I can feel how much Steven loves you and how much he wants you to be
happy."_
   I gave her a little kiss and we finally saw her smile -- it lit up the
room!
   I grabbed Blake.  "You and I have some coitus which was interruptus. 
We've got the rest of the weekend to get through, so let's get the momentum
back."
   As we trotted back to his place, Blake patted my ass, and I dribbled
again.
   ------
   LUCIA (Friday 12/9)
   They liked me!  They *didn't* think I was a whore or I was vile or
degraded!  They *wanted* me to be happy!
   God it had hurt to talk about it, but I'd actually felt better about it
at the end, like I'd gotten rid of some of the locked-up pain.  They hadn't
been sympathetic at all -- I'd gotten enough "sympathy" in the hospital to
make a maggot puke, and it hadn't helped a bit.
   After Louise and Blake left, Toro and Janet dashed around madly for a
minute then they produced some crackers, water and soda.
   They insisted I was too weak to do it myself, so they made Steven to
feed me a bite at a time.  It was pretty difficult to eat, grin and swallow
all at the same time.
   Of course I got crumbs down my front.  In my "weakened condition," I
couldn't do anything about it, so my ever-chivalrous Steven carefully
cleaned my chest and breasts with his mouth -- very lightly touching the
skin while my nipples popped up to high attention and my pussy flooded. 
Somehow he avoided my nipples, though I kept moving around to try to get
one in his mouth.  God they ached so hard for him!  And he doesn't think
I'm a whore!
   When that adventure wound down a little, Steven massaged my stomach
muscles.  It really did help.  My throat even felt better, so I could speak
again.
   We _felt_ Toro and Janet in front of us and we looked over at them. 
They appeared and felt less playful and "kid-like," now more like wise
teachers.
   Janet told us, "Okay boys and girls, time for a few lessons.  Lucia,
cover up the goodies and scoot to the other end for a little bit so you two
don't distract one another."
   Steven and I grinned at each other and complied.  I wiggled my chest at
him while I covered my nipples (barely) with the robe and tied the sash.
   Toro and Janet talked with us about the spiritual abilities to exchange
emotions and sensations; how they appeared to be an ability we'd simply
forgotten about and were now remembering.
   They had Steven and I do drills back and forth until they judged us at
least good enough not to "dribble over our chins" as they called it.
   Janet told us, "One last thing.  Leakage.  If you just send and receive
without much control, the message gets across, but everyone else enough can
pick it up.  It can get out of control..."
   They grinned and laughed.  "Don't we know it can get out of control!"
   Steven grinned at me.  "The sex bomb you liked so much..." He pointed at
Toro and Janet.
   "*You*?"
   They put on the embarrassed-kid act for a moment.  "Sorry."
   Then back to normal (what *is* normal now?).  "It was a combination of
high volume, feedback, loss of control and lots of leaking.  We were doing
some hanky-panky, were hooked solidly together, and it just spiraled
straight up.  You experienced the results."
   Then we _felt_ sensations of muscles clenching, hearts pounding, love,
sexual release...  and joy.
   Toro grinned.  "Give you three guesses who that is...  and the first two
don't count."
   He told us how to control the leakage -- focused attention and lots of
intention.  "It gets easier with practice."
   Janet and Toro broke up for a few seconds.  "Somehow we keep forgetting
to tell Mom and Blake about this.  Maybe after the weekend."
   We _felt_ another orgasm from them, along with a surge of pleasure and
happiness.
   Toro said, "Looks like they got their momentum back!"
   They dashed around again for a minute, turned down the lights, produced
some tissues and some hand towels and told us, "Okay.  You've got an hour
until you've gotta be back home.  Time for some serious necking!
   "You two scoot over!  You're hogging the whole sofa.  Scoot.  Scoot. 
Get up on his lap, Lucia!  Watch out!  Don't break it!"
   Steven and I wiggled around until my butt was firmly planted on his lap,
and his wonderful hardness was pushed firmly between my ass cheek and his
stomach.  Oh, it felt so good against me!
   My robe was wide open with Steven's hand stroking my stomach.  Janet was
on Toro's lap the same way, facing me.  She admired my chest for a few
moments then looked at Toro.  "Seems we're overdressed for the occasion."
   There was a mad jumping up and discarding of clothing.  I ended back up
on Steven's lap in only my panties, he in his skivvies, while Janet and
Toro were the same way; if you could call the piece of gauze and dental
floss she wore panties!
   She had breasts the perfect shape and size for her frame.  I usually
don't go around eyeballing other girls' endowment, but hers I admired. 
Toro grinned at me.  He told us, "I like them, too," as he cupped one
lightly and stroked it towards her nipple.  Janet arched her back and
moaned as she _shared_ her pleasure with us.
   She barely opened her smoldering eyes and said, _"_Make out time --
start!"
   She and Toro merged physically and spiritually into the warmest,
tenderest kiss I ever could have imagined.  They radiated their joy and
happiness to us willingly.
   I looked at Steven from three inches away.  I told him, "They're
wonderful.  But we're better."
   We melted into our first kiss.  When our lips met gently, we merged our
arms around each other and _merged_ ourselves together.  We sailed the
ocean-deep waters of each other and sent our joy to Toro and Janet so we
bathed ourselves in our loves.
   We finally broke apart.  He caressed my face with his fingertips and
told me, "I touch you with love, my Lady Lucia."
   I wept a bit from happiness.  "I consent, my Caballero.  Touch me --
touch me anywhere and everywhere, but touch me -- I consent so much!"
   He put tiny kisses around my eyes, nose and mouth.  He seemed to know
where each wound, each bruise, each stitch had been then kissed the pain
and hurt away.
   He moved his mouth down my neck, kissing the pain away from every place
the evil had harmed my body, making it content to be as it was.  His mouth
touched my breasts, healing the wounds, soothing the aches and inflaming my
desire for him to beyond anything I'd ever felt or imagined.
   He stopped and we glanced over at Toro and Janet.  They were locked in a
kissing embrace and she was quivering all over.  I could see moisture
glistening on the tiny panel of her panties.
   Steven reached over and lightly tweaked her toe.  Their eyes opened and
they looked at us.
   "Hey, Sis, don't you two have some serious fornicating you can do in
your bedroom?  It's getting crowded in here."
   She sniffed indignantly.  "If you *big people* didn't take up so much
room...  Hey, serious fornication sounds like fun, Toro!"
   Blake and Louise _sent_ another orgasm for us to witness, so we waited
and savored its sweetness.
   "There's lots of stuff we haven't done yet!  Aussie kissing...  Ah! 
Some basics!  How about my hand on your cock, my mouth on your cock, my
mouth on your cock and my hands on your balls.  Endless permutations to
drive you up the wall!  Yes!"
   Janet looked at us.  "Leak all you want in our direction.  You guys are
*good*.  Steven, you stud!"
   They scampered off to her bedroom with their butts twitching excitedly.
   "What's Aussie kissing?" I asked him.
   "French kissing..." we demonstrated on each other for a wonderful few
minutes of sweet mouths and friendly, dueling tongues.
   _"...  only Down Under,"_ he said as he lightly swept his hand down my
stomach to my panty-clad mound.
   My heart pounded harder and faster, and I panted.  His heartbeat matched
mine and we breathed together.
   He leered pleasantly at me.  "Seems we've hit on an interesting idea."
   I whispered to him, "I consent.  I consent."
   "But not tonight, my Love.  The time is short, but my desire for you is
strong."
   We moved together quickly and easily as though our bodies knew exactly
what the other's would do.  In a few seconds, I was on my back on the sofa
seat with my head on a pillow, a towel under my butt and my legs stretched
out.
   Steven knelt beside me on the floor and kissed my mouth lightly.  "My
Lady Lucia, permit me to bring some of your radiance forth for our
pleasure."
   "I consent.  Yes.  Consent.  Please."
   He kissed down my neck onto my chest while his hand stroked the inside
of my leg smoothly from the knee almost to my aching, wanting pussy.  My
legs flew open; I stretched them as far apart as I could and thrust my wet,
panty-clad pussy upwards.  "Consent.  Please."
   His mouth moved around my breasts, nibbling, kissing, stroking, licking
while his hand stroked again and again up my leg.  _"I love you, Lucia. 
You've lit a fire in my heart the deepest oceans cannot extinguish.  You
are my love, my precious Lady."_
   "I love you, my Steven.  You are my love, my Caballero who has carried
me from the dark I never thought could end into the gentle light of the
love we'll share forever.  Yes, so nice.  Consent.  Nice.  Please. 
Consent."
   We _snuggled_ and _felt_ our sensations and emotions in the other.  I
felt his mouth on the skin of my breast, he felt it too.  He felt
silky-smooth texture, tasted the salty perspiration which had sprung up,
and his cheek felt the heat radiating from my flush.  I _felt_ and _tasted_
it too.
   As his mouth finally moved over a hard aching nipple and his hand
stroked smoothly up my pussy and pushed gently on my clitoris, my release
swelled up and washed over us as the wave comes onto the beach.
   We gasped and quivered while my hips pumped up and down.  He stroked
once more and nibbled the nipple with his teeth.
   Another, higher wave surged and spread its warmth through us while
Steven told me, _"This is my love, Lucia.  While there will be storms of
passion with thundering waves of pleasure, the gentle waves of my love will
always cover you, protect you and give you all my heart has to give.  I
love you, my Lady."_
   His mouth moved to the other nipple and sucked it hard.  His hand moved
gently around my clitoris then pushed the skin around it softly into it. 
Another higher wave pulled us into the air and as we slid down the slope of
pleasure, I heard my voice calling out, "CONSENT!  DIOS!  MY CABALLERO, I
CONSENT!"
   We let it die away into gentle quivers and rivulets of warmth while we
share our breath and our mouths once more.
   "I'm sorry, my love, our time together tonight draws to an end.  I will
cherish these moments in my heart forever."
   "My Caballero, I will remember this night forever as the time you led me
from the endless wandering in the dark of despair to the light of hope for
our future.  I love you, Steven."
   "I love you, Lucia."
   Again we moved together as two joined souls, and we gathered things
together.  Steven produced a warm wet cloth and dry towel and rapidly ran
it over me to cleanse off the perspiration.
   I thought, _"Fuck it,"_ stripped my panties off and tossed them in a
plastic bag.  Steven re-warmed the cloth and gently washed my love waters
from my butt and crotch while I kept poking my still-hard nipples at his
mouth.  He grinned and kept moving his mouth at the last moment.
   My bra and dress were dry by now.  I claimed I was so weak from our
love-making that he had to put them on me.  He was so inexperienced with a
bra, he had to check how my breasts fit in the cups several times with
adjustments.
   We seemed to have trouble with the dress, too.  Somehow it wouldn't seem
to fall right over my chest and hips.  It required lots of detailed,
tactile measurements and adjustments.  I felt my pussy water collecting
again, and we decided to ease off before I flooded myself again.  Mama and
Papa were tolerant, but there was no need to shove my happiness in their
noses.
   He loaned me a sweater to throw over my shoulders, and we walked the
four blocks home.  As we walked, he brushed my hair and kissed my neck
every stroke -- as if he needed an excuse to kiss me!
   He asked, "Lucia, would you do me the honor of accompanying me to our
Christmas Dance?"
   I cried, "Yes!  Yes, my Caballero.  We can dance the entire evening with
our hearts in our eyes."
   He replied happily, "And on our sleeves for the whole world to see."
   We shared warm gentle kisses as we walked.  We never stumbled and never
had a step out of place as we _shared_ our bodies and hearts.
   Steven gave me a final inspection and pulled my dress out of my butt
crack where his gentle hands had pushed it.
   He told me, "Tomorrow.  10:00 for Universal Studios.  Oh!  Perhaps Young
Sister would be interested.  From what I saw in her, she would get along
splendidly with our gang of rogue teeny-boppers."
   "I'll ask; she'll probably be thrilled.  And probably try to steal you
from me."
   "Ah!  The problems of a certified stud!  By the way, how long will it
take you to get into bed tonight?"
   "Oh, thirty minutes.  What kind of scheme are you making up?"
   "Well, in thirty minutes, let's meet." He tapped his head.  _"Towel
under your sweet ass, no panties...  maybe we can make something happen."_
   _"Oh God!  I'm wet already!"_
   _"Steady, girl.  Whoa!  If I'm late, go ahead and start without me --
I'll catch up."_
   We kissed a final time and I went in.
   Quick shower, clean the orifices.  Screw the hair; it's gonna get blown
around tomorrow any way.  Towel; no, two towels.  Lube?  Why not?  Shit
this is gonna be FUN!
   Bit of talc on the boobs to make them slippery.  Into bed.  Towel under
the ass.  Heels to butt, knees spread -- how high into the air can I push
the pussy?  Pretty high, especially if I arch off the back of my head.
   Spread the cheeks and pussy as wide as possible to let the cool air in.
Stroke the insides of the thighs.  Oops!  Fart.  Must have been the crow
I'd eaten.
   Steven had a mediocre John Wayne, _"Hope that wasn't the deadly type,
little filly." Grin._
   _Prim school marm.  "Pervert!  Peeper!" Disdainful sniff._
   _"From what I can tell, the lights are out so there isn't much to
peep."_
   _"Next time, I'll leave a small one on so we can see my tits."_
   _"Yes!" Pumping fist; boner popping up.  "You have to worry about
noise?"_
   _"A little.  Young Sister's in the next room and the walls aren't the
thickest.  Hmm...  Young Sister..."_
   _"Okay, nasty girl, whacha thinkin'?"_
   _"Maybe a bit of leakage...  She pets her beaver, too."_
   _"Ooh!  By the way, do you make it a habit of starting out in such an
interesting position?"_
   _"Usually not."_ Butt down to the towel.  _"Okay how do we bring in
Young Sister?"_
   _"You start -- you've known her all her life, so should be fairly easy.
Focus attention on her bit by bit, firm intention, just enough volume to
locate her."_
   _"Hmm.  Yes...  okay.  She's dozing.  Aha!  She's dreaming...  of Steven
Stud!  You've got a fan, Steven!"_
   _"So I see.  I thought young girls were so innocent and she's thinking
of that?"_
   _"Hell, I was thinking of it before I was twelve."_
   _"Oh.  I stand; no, lay corrected.  Anyway, let's keep *our* link real
tight with whatever volume we wish and hers tight with a real low volume to
her at first."_
   _"Yeh.  Okay.  Let me try a little stroke here.  Shit, it popped nipples
up -- mine and hers!"_
   _"I'd say we're good to go.  How about a few side bets, like how long
before she gets her hand in her pants, how long before she hits the clit,
stuff like that?"_
   _"And the stakes?"_
   _"Winner gets to French Kiss the loser as much as we want."_
   _"Agreed.  I'd say two minutes until her hand's in her pants and three
minutes until she's rubbing her clit."_
   _"Well, you might know girls better, being one your sweet self.  I'll be
daring and say one and a half to the pants then two to her clit."_
   _"You're on.  And we're off."_
   Slow strokes with one hand up the thighs.  Fingertips stroke the tits.
Occasional flick over onto the pussy lips.  _Young Sister stirs around._
   A finger dips between the labia, gathering moisture.
   _Hot skin sliding over hardness._
   _"She's heard the water call, Steven!"_
   _"Her hand's moving down.  Right on schedule for my winning time!"_
   _"God, she's graphic.  Can a man's penis actually *do* that inside a
woman?"_
   _"Fuck if I know." Faster breathing.  "Let's put it on our To Do list
for later.  Sweet Jesus, I never knew a girl's pussy could feel so
beautiful."_
   _"Now you know, stud."_
   Quick finger stroke in and out of the glory hole.  _Gasp._
   _Gasp._
   _Young Sister's hand stroking labia._
   _"She feels different from you, Lucia."_
   _"Two years younger, different growth and development, fluid's
different. By the way, it was a little over two minutes into the pants."_
   Gather pussy water from the hole and spread it over the clit hood. 
Fingers stroke nipples.
   _Hand runs over glans.  Other hand holds testicles._
   Young Sister dreams of holding balls and squirts a little pussy juice
out.
   _"Yowsah, Little Filly, I think we're getting there."_
   _"Yep."_ Young Sister and I were doing the same sequences together;
linked in, working the clits.
   _"Lucia, when we fade out from her, let's leave her with an Alice in
Wonderland Cheshire Cat grin.  That way we can hit her with just the grin
all day tomorrow."_
   _"Yeh."_ Young Sister and I panted a little.  _"She'll wet her panties
each time, I bet."_
   Fingers go into the hole, out and up to flick the clit.
   _"Getting intense here, Lucia."_
   _"Damn right it is.  I can feel you feel me feel her...  what the fuck,
I'm going for the gold!"_
   Squeeze and twist nipples.  Rub Miss Clitty.  Every couple strokes dip
down and water up.  Hips bouncing off the bed.  Young Sister and I
synchronized to the inch.
   _"Pressure's starting to build...  Ready...  Ready..."_
   _"Hold just a bit...  okay.  Feels like we're all ready...  Hit it,
Maestro!"_
   Rub the clit hard!  We're all going over!
   Pussy clenches.  Breast squeezed.  Pucker pulses.  _Penis jerks; cum
squirts._ Moan.  Fingers push inside; pussy squeezes down.  _Penis
squirts._ Hips thrust high up then fall down.  Stomach muscles clench;
still a bit sore.  Pussy clenches; water forced out and running down over
the pucker.  Finger rubs the slippery pucker; jolts.  _Penis squirts._
   Who's hand's doing what to which hole and nobody cares because it feels
so *good* and it's *fun*!
   Young Sister fades out with the Cheshire Cat grin in front of her.
   Panting, wetness and slick fingers.  Suck the fingers and taste the
pussy juice -- so tangy and sweet, bit like sweet and sour sauce.  Seconds
and thirds.
   _"God you taste great, Lucia.  I've got to get me some of that first
hand." Penis softening.  Balls aching a bit from the force._
   _"Any time, stud, any time."_
   _"That was in-fucking-credible, sweetheart!  You are one *hell* of a
sensuous broad!"_
   _"I'm broad where a broad should be broad, odd, odd!"_
   _"And just perfectly broad too.  It's so wonderful to be able to admire
your beauty and your body's beauty."_
   _"Ah, I bet you say that to all the girls you do virtual masturbation
with."_
   _"Yep.  Every one.  Especially the sweetest, hottest, tenderest, most
beautiful one in the world, Miss Lucia
with-God-knows-how-many-names-in-between-but-there's-a-lot Sonora."_
   _"Blush, swoon.  I love you, Steven."_
   _"I love you, my ocean of radiance, my Lucia.  Good night."_
   _"Good night."_
   YES!  So good!  Off to sleep.
   Wake up.  Drowsy.  Horny.  Pussy's wet -- hell, take advantage of it. 
Finger in the hole, other hand's fingers rolls a nipple -- so nice.  Hmm...
   Young Sister's asleep.  _Nudge.  Nudge.  Wet.  Finger.  Nudge.  Awake.
Horny.  Finger in the hole._
   Yes.  Quick and sweet!
   Synchronized.  Finger hole breast-squeeze nipple twist finger hole clit
hole clit rub rub breast-squeeze clit clit clit tension clit clit clit
sweet...  warm...  surge..  so nice...  so nice..  fade away Cheshire Cat
grin.
   Never heard of anyone wearing out their pussy.  It's not sore and is
ready for more.  God I'm good.  Rhyming masturbation.  Doze off.
   Suddenly my nipple's hard with a wet, cool sensation.  Lick of a tongue.
Lips.  Suction.  "_Oh sweet Steven.  Consent!"_
   _"Touch yourself, Lucia."_
   _"Oh yes.  So nice."_ Slow labia strokes.  So wet.  So smooth.  _"Yes,
yes, consent.  So nice."_ Pussy water on the clitty.  Smooth long strokes
over labia and clitty.  Smooth wet.  Wonderful smell.  "_Good, yes. 
Consent."_
   Nipple suction.  Touch of teeth - jolt of pleasure.  _"Yes!  Consent!"_
Clit, hole, pucker, clit, hole, pucker...  faster.  _"Yes!"_ Nipple
suction, lick tease.  Hard suction and nip with teeth.  _"Yes!  YES! 
NOW!"_
   Finger strokes hole fast.  Pussy quivers.  Other hand on clit, pucker,
clit, clit, clit!  _"Yes!  Consent!"_ Pussy clenches...  Warm rush... 
sweet...  so mellow...  so wet.  Finger tastes wonderful...
   Dozing off.  So good.  Sleep.
   Chapter 34
   STEVEN (Saturday morning 12/10)
   Courage.  It was her defining element.  I don't know the statistics
exactly, but there's been a lot of rape victims who suicided who hadn't
been anywhere near as abused as my Lucia, either physically or emotionally.
In all her despair, there had never been the tiniest hint she'd thought of
giving up.  Courage.
   No counseling for over a year?  Basically entirely on her own?  She's
got the female version of the cojones del toro.  Her family deserves their
history.
   I don't know how I'd gotten the idea for our "rendezvous" last night,
but even as late as it had been, I hadn't wanted to leave.  I guess the
inspiration had come mainly because of the leakage we'd been getting from
Mom and Blake -- they'd been several hundred feet away, but we'd received
them loud and clear.
   Janet and Toro had affected them when they were five miles away, so I'd
thought distance shouldn't be a factor it our abilities.  Turned out it
doesn't seem to be.
   I woke up at a reasonable time Saturday morning, probably 8:00 or so.  I
couldn't resist a little peek into Janet's room; I knew Toro was with her.
   You've heard the expression, "tangle of limbs." It was the perfect
description of what I saw.  They were both nude, tangled together and
radiating _happy_.  The light was dim and when I _peeked_ I _saw_ Toro had
his finger up her butt!
   Janet loved it!  Every few minutes he'd wiggle his finger and she'd
wiggle her hips; between his finger and her clit mashed against his leg,
she'd have a tiny orgasm which eased over them (and the ones they were
_sharing_ them with) like a warm breeze.
   I tuned Lucia in and she laughed appreciatively.  _"That's probably
something Young Sister would enjoy.  Something long and sweet.  Of course
there's other things that are long and sweet she'd appreciate, too..."_
   I rousted Toro and Janet out gently; we had some serious partying to do
today!  Lucia rousted Young Sister, who wanted to go.  _"Steven will be
there!"_ Lucia and I _felt_ her heart thump, thump.  Hopefully her crush
wasn't too serious.
   I made sure my cell phone was charged (who needs one when they have
their own high-speed, long-distance, toll-free, multiple-perceptic
communications network?  But they probably had their uses.).
   We'd told Mom about the tour, but I left her a note just in case.  Janet
and Toro bounced around the apartment a few minutes, we got some breakfast,
went outside and climbed into Bob's company van, which "just happened" to
be arriving.
   George, Sherry and, of course, Natalie was with him.  Especially since
Natalie was Lucia's best girl friend, Janet, Toro and I had prepared a
compressed report on what had happened with Lucia last night.
   I figure I'd let Lucia tell her about our petting and our rendezvous as
part of some girl-talk some time.  Why should I shoot my mouth off?  The
other stuff about Lucia's rape, however, was important for them all to
know. We zipped off the report to them; they absorbed it in less than a
minute and were as impressed with her courage as I was.
   When we got over to Lucia's, Bob said, "I know this place!  Every one
out!  Invasion time!"
   We piled out like the Keystone Kops and trooped up to the door.  Papa
Sonora answered my knock.  We bowed politely and he welcomed me with a
smile.  Then he saw Bob.
   "Righteous Bob!  I am honored.  Come in, all of you!" We piled into
their kitchen.  Bob, George and Papa immediately rattled away in Spanish;
Sherry and Mama rattled at each other (Italian?), and I looked around for
my sweet Lady Lucia.
   There was my love!  Her radiance shown out like the morning sunlight
coming into the valley!  She was glowing and happy.
   Natalie hugged her hard and Lucia asked her, "He told you?"
   "Yes."
   Lucia grinned.  "Good.  Betcha he didn't tell you *everything*..."
   I told them both, "Nope, I left out all the salacious stuff so you girls
would have something to gossip about today."
   "Gossip?  Us?  Humph!" Twitching their gorgeous butts, they walked off
to Lucia's room.
   Young Sister poked her head out of her room.  She saw me and blushed! 
Since I'd been a central figure in her fantasy last night, I helped her out
by giving her an admiring leer and _sent_ her a Cheshire Cat grin.  More
blushing.
   Janet saw her.  "Bellana!  Hey girl!" Obviously they knew each other. 
They hugged each other; Janet called Toro over and introduced Bellana to
him.
   Toro immediately bowed to her while gazing in her eyes.  He took her
hand and spoke to her softly.  Janet took her other hand, looked at her,
and they seemed to go off into the distance.
   Bellana's eyes kept widening, narrowing and moving around slightly as if
she were watching something, but she really wasn't focused on Toro or Janet
or anything in the hall ahead of her.
   She was off on a special joyride with the best in the business (that I
knew of).  By _looking_ just a little, I _saw_ all three turning and
dancing together, twisting themselves around each other and moving through
each other again and again.  They were sailing an ocean of joy.
   I kept watch a bit so someone didn't accidentally disturb them before
they were ready.  When Lucia I had first _joined_ with each other on
Thursday, I know things wouldn't have gone so easily between us later if
we'd been disturbed before we were ready.
   When they finally came back -- it was probably a good five minutes --
even Toro and Janet seemed a bit dazed.  Bellana was worse.  She kept
looking at them as if she'd never seen them before and I _saw_ her seeing
not only the physical bodies before her but also the spirits they were at
the same time.
   Bellana grinned, Toro and Janet followed.  She laughed and it got
happier and more enthusiastic every second until all three of them jumped
around, kissed each other impartially and shook with joy.
   When they quieted down (enough so their feet stayed on the floor long
enough to move their bodies), Janet asked Bellana to show them her room.  I
drifted up towards the doorway to enjoy the fun and _linked_ Lucia in
lightly to enjoy it, too.
   As soon as they'd gotten into her room, Janet and Toro stopped, lifted
their heads a little and sniffed lightly.  The room was still full of
Bellana's pheromones and smell from her adventure into the realm of digital
virtual reality.
   Janet and Toro glanced at each other, just obvious enough to be seen
then glanced at Bellana knowingly.  *Everything* she'd done last night
popped up right in front for us to see.
   I sent to Lucia, _"Lucia, you horny cat!"_
   _"Okay, so I snuck in another one.  So sue me, already!"_ She and
Natalie giggled and I figured Lucia was filling her in on some of the more,
uh, interesting details.
   Bellana just looked at them, smiled-smiled-smiled and told them, _"I
think I smell pretty damned good!"_
   Every time Bellana glanced at him, Toro flared his nostrils a tiny bit
and admired her crotch and her hands.  Then again, her nicely-shaped bust
and hips got their share of admiration, too.  Toro does know how to admire!
   Bellana gave it right back to both of them, too.  Any bit of shyness
she'd had seemed to have drowned itself in the ocean of joy they'd been
exploring, and they were all having *fun*.
   I _felt_ her nipples pop up solid and her pussy fill with just enough
water to make it deliciously wet but not running.  I got the distinct image
Bellana loved to go around that way as long as she could until it got so
"bad" she had to relieve herself -- which she told Toro and Janet was *at
least* twice daily.
   Natalie and Lucia were still giggling away, so I wandered back to the
kitchen where Bob, George and Sherry were rattling away with Mama and Papa.
I tuned in a bit to Bob.
   I don't know but a few words of Spanish, but I didn't really have to
when I could follow the concepts they were talking about.  Bob, George and
Sherry all immediately knew when I'd hooked in but they didn't even blink.
   They were talking about work -- apparently Papa was a work-crew foreman
at Reynolds Construction -- Bob was rattling off Spanish with an Irish
accent.  Mama and Sherry chatted girl-stuff -- sounded like both Spanish
and Italian -- and grinned at each other like long-lost friends.
   Bob told Papa about Henry, "Henry Merrill, there with Bellana and the
other girl, he's got the heart of a warrior and the cojones del toro.  He
protected my Natalie from embarrassment and possible injury, and he didn't
even know her.
   "He's eternally vigilant and those under his protection will always be
safe from harm.  The other girl with them is Janet, Steven's sister;
obviously she is under his protection, too.
   "Although like any warrior, despite all his skills and courage, he
cannot defend against a woman stealing his heart."
   Papa Sonora glanced at Mama and laughed.  "There is never any defense
against it -- I see our Bellana is already looking at them the way Lucia
looks at Steven.  Perhaps it's already too late!"
   I couldn't keep a straight face any more so I drifted back to the
bedrooms.  Bellana was still undergoing the Toro-and-Janet torture and
sending it right back, so I stuck my head into Lucia's room.
   I took a deep, loud obvious breath through my nose and let it out with a
loud sigh of appreciation.  Eau d' Lucia.
   Natalie fanned her chest and muttered something.  Lucia looked me up and
down slowly, leered a bit and said, "There's a *lot* more where that came
from." Natalie choked out, "Stud!" Apparently they'd been gossiping (sorry,
that's "having communication regarding educational aspects of certain
recent events") about last night's activities and our nocturnal rendezvous.
   I told Lucia, "It's a Real Good Thing, my Lady, because you're gonna
need it." She smiled and we fell into each other for a brief moment of
shared joy.
   I mentioned, "By the way, you might bring along a few extra girl
supplies.  Bellana appears to be on the verge of her own personal Johnstown
Flood."
   Of course, being nosy girls, they _looked_.  Janet and Toro had been
relentless; just about everything they said could have a double or triple
meaning, mostly sexual, and Bellana was on the edge of a complete meltdown.
Her nipples were hard as rocks, and her pussy was quivering so hard it was
a wonder the floor wasn't vibrating.
   Natalie told them, _"Come on, guys!  At least give her a chance to
relieve herself in private.  If you keep it up, she'll be giving the
Universal Studios tour audience a private show they won't forget for a long
time."_
   They whined, _"Ah, Mom!"_ but they toned down the intensity quite a lot.
Janet told Bellana, "We're going out to see what the gab fest is all about.
See you in a few," with the added almost unnoticeable, _"If you don't goof
around, you can get one off before we leave."_
   Toro and Janet left for the kitchen and Bellana literally dashed for the
bathroom.  Lucia and I, because we'd been with her last night and Natalie
because she could, _followed_ her.
   In less than two seconds, she had her skirt up, her panties around an
ankle, her butt on the toilet and both hands working at relieving her
stress.  Natalie and Lucia gave professional commentary about finger and
hand position, speed, placement, response time, lubrication, pressure,
depth, level of arousal -- you know, girl talk.
   In about five seconds, Bellana had a very hard orgasm; little audible
noise but a *lot* where we could _hear_ it.  She _shouted_ about how
_*good*_ it was and how much she'd _*needed*_ it and how _*Toro was so
hot*_ and how _*Janet was so sexy*_.  No leakage at all -- there was
absolutely *no* containment, so there were eight telempaths within fifty
feet listening to this sweet young lady _tell_ them what she was planning
to do with Toro and Janet as soon as she could.
   In mercy, we left her to finish up (she dripped pussy water off her butt
into the toilet and loved the sensation).  I strolled back to Lucia's room,
stuck my head in, admired four very hard nipples, smelled two very wet
pussies, licked my lips slowly and asked, as innocently as I could, "You
ladies need help with anything?" I managed to duck one of the two pillows
they threw at me.
   I went back to the kitchen.  The Inner Circle gang was trying to keep
their social graces in front of the Sonoras, but it was a little difficult.
By _looking,_ I could tell Mama and Papa had _felt_ something pass by but
had no clue.
   Janet and Toro were acting elaborately innocent, but since I had such a
tight natural bond with Janet, I could tell she was planning some deviltry
with Toro and Bellana.
   When Bellana came out, she was the very picture of a sweet young girl,
appearing completely composed but on the inside was simmering with passion.
I thought Janet and Toro were going to have their hands full (literally)
with this one.
   They grabbed her hands and started towards the door.  Janet yelled at
us, "Come on guys!  What are you waiting for?" I _felt_ them _link_ with
Bellana, and by the time they hit the door, there were six arms and legs
and three bodies acting in unison.  Cool!
   An arm reached around the corner, and Lucia dragged me into the hallway.
She grabbed me and kissed me as hard as she could.  Being a gentleman, I
grabbed two delightful handfuls of Lucia-butt and kissed her back.  She
told me, "You and I are getting some quality time in today, buster.  We've
got to finish what we started last night, so prepare yourself.  Stud!"
   I told her, "My admiration for you will know few bounds." _Kiss._
   We piled in the van and headed out.  Janet and Toro sandwiched Bellana
between them and tried to whipsaw her back and forth with talk-talk and
chatter.  She held her own pretty well and gave as good as she got but was
well on the road to becoming a seething pile of hormones and sweetness. 
Ah! To be young again.  Grin.
   We "managed" to get in a short line (funny how _knowing_ a new entrance
will open in three minutes helps) and exploded onto the studio lot.  We
didn't worry about staying together as a group, so we split up.  George and
Sherry took off together; Janet, Toro and Bellana vanished in a flurry of
flashing legs and twitching butts.  Bob and I walked together while Natalie
and Lucia gossiped (oops, that's "had stimulating discussions of items of
mutual interest") about boys, girls, school, their love lives, boys, etc.
   However, there was an undercurrent of serious exchanges of important
information, how Lucia had "remembered" her abilities, how they were the
same, similar or different from Natalie and Bob and quite a bit on other
students.
   I could tell Bob had something on his mind, so I told him, "Any time
you're ready."
   He said, "Not a lot escapes you any more, Steven.  Let me tell you a
story.
   "Back in Middle School, you and I both were pretty nerdy.  We knew each
other but for whatever reason, we didn't hang around together -- and now I
think it was a good thing.  We've each gotten a different viewpoint of
life, the students and the schools.  I've discovered lately sometimes it's
the different viewpoint which makes a difference.
   "Anyway, George and I always were together.  We were really heavy-duty
nerds, though not to the extent of being loners.  Instead, we learned about
people, a little about how they worked and basically discovered everyone
has a desire to be special in some way.
   "No one really wants to be 'average and ordinary' but there aren't many
who are willing to put in the time and effort needed to *become* special.
   "George and I had been asked several times to tutor other students, so
we tried to become the best tutors we could be.
   "In the process, we frequently found situations, attitudes and ideas
which hindered a student's ability to apply himself to his study.  So, to
be the best tutors, we had to expand our abilities into other areas.
   "For example, if a student was having relationship difficulties, be it
with a Significant Other, their parents, or whomever, we had to find ways
to iron those out difficulties so their studies would be successful.
   "George and I developed a network of tutors on just about every subject
around.  Each had different tutoring abilities, but we actually found
matching the personalities involved was more important than the absolute
knowledge or ability the tutor had.
   "We used to set up same-gender sessions because, for whatever reason, we
thought they'd be more efficient.  George, bless his computer-driven heart,
kept statistics and found not only those mixed-gender matches worked out as
well study-wise as the same-gender but also that about 80% of them resulted
in a fairly decent relationship.  By fairly decent, we meant they were
actually together in a more-or-less committed-to-each-other relationship
for at least three months.
   "Individually, people aren't stupid.  Couples talk and a common question
is, 'How did you two get together?' When more and more of the answers
turned out to be, 'George/Bob got us together so he/she could tutor me,'
little by little students started coming to us to find someone for a
relationship.
   "You've gone the route, Steven.  Finding a lady you can love with all
your heart and mind is tough.  George and I became male matchmakers. 
Because we knew so many students by personality, we were often able to get
a pairing which had a good chance for a relationship, rather than a just a
hope.
   "About the time I hit puberty, I found out I had an empathic ability --
I could sense emotions, attitudes and in some cases, even what someone was
thinking.  While I wasn't able to develop it, it became an important part
of what we were doing.
   "For example, some students weren't really looking for a relationship as
such; they just wanted to have fun for a while.  With enough of those in
the pool and my being able to sense what they really wanted, we were able
to pair up quite a few of those 'part-timers,' and the breakup, which
happened about 90% of the time, was amicable.  In fact several of those
couples introduced their partner to someone with whom they developed a
lasting relationship.
   "When George and I got here from middle school, our reputations had
preceded us.  The counselors from middle school apparently made a conscious
effort to tell their counter-parts here about us.  My second day as a
Freshman, Mrs.  Baer called me aside and asked me to help with a situation
they had.  I was able to help and the rest is history.
   "Sherry came aboard later our Freshman year although she and George
weren't really together until this year.  With her, we were able to expand
our operations tremendously and over the years, I think we've had a major
influence in making McCambridge the environment it is today.
   "We've got power and I think we've used it not unwisely.  Along with the
power comes the responsibility to pass on what we've learned to someone
else so our school can still retain the benefits of what we've done after
we're gone.
   "When Natalie and I met, everything changed for the better.  I myself
had finally had the possibility of a wonderful stable relationship but more
importantly, we broke loose some of those mental abilities I thought only I
had.
   "Tell me, Steven, when you first met Lucia, did you fall into her heart,
see her soul, feel her presence?  From what you know now, what did you
experience?"
   I thought about it for a moment.  "It felt as if I'd _experienced_ her.
Not her body but *her*.  Her burning desires, her hopes, her dreams.  Not
in detail but mainly that she had them.  I got an immediate estimate of
how...  large and deep she was.  I've _looked_ at a lot more people since
then; they come in all sizes.  It doesn't necessarily mean small is bad or
big is good -- I think it's more a matter of the bigger they are, the more
potential they have."
   "Yeh, it's pretty much what we've found.  About these abilities, Steven
-- Natalie and I worked our butts off for months getting a handle on them;
George, Sherry, Natalie's and my parents took to them quite easily, while
Toro and Janet in one evening and a ten-minute conversation were able to do
almost everything we'd been working on for months.
   "And you, Steven, from what Natalie has told me, you deduced these
abilities existed and just from there, in something like three days you've
discovered and done things we've taken months to find out about; like you
and Lucia last night -- stud!"
   I told him, "That *was* something; just something I decided to try. 
We'd been able to sense Mom and her boyfriend at over a hundred feet with
excellent clarity, so I figured for two people who'd done a lot of in-depth
exploration of each other, distance probably didn't matter.  Lucia and I
were four blocks apart, but it was though we had our bodies wrapped
together, even when she pulled Bellana into it.
   "Right now, for example, I know where every person in our group is in
this zoo as well as you know where your right hand is.  Barring further
investigation, I'd say physical distance is not a primary factor."
   Bob laughed.  "You youngsters!  I guess now the question is, why did it
take so long for Natalie and me to develop and so short a time for Toro,
Janet, you and Lucia?"
   "Well, I think Lucia went from almost nothing to full _sharing_ in about
an hour.
   "Okay, I've talked with Henry on what happened with Natalie.  The way I
see it, he was admiring her, she 'caught' him and _inspected_ him.  I think
the _inspection_ was enough for him to remember some of the abilities, and
he was then able to detect that guy's evil intentions before-hand.
   "It may also be a trigger phenomenon.  I'm not trying to belittle you or
make your achievements seem less, Bob, but you were alone, trying to work
with something only you knew about and not much about it either.  When
Natalie came along, suddenly you both knew it wasn't just you.  When you
were able to teach George and Sherry, I think the mere fact you were able
to demonstrate those abilities triggered off theirs.
   "I think it's a cascading effect, too.  Toro told us when he first met
Janet, there was a voice in his head saying, 'Look in her eyes and admire.'
I think it was you.
   "Then, each person's abilities cascaded to the next, within and outside
the person.  Toro to Janet, Toro and Janet to Mom and Toro's dad.
   "Wednesday, I felt you _inspect_ me when I first came up.  Later Natalie
_inspected_ me.  It triggered off more memories, and I simply did more.
   "With Lucia, I was unknowingly _touching_ and _inspecting_ her almost
continuously all Thursday evening and a lot on Friday.  She was also right
in the middle of the sex bomb.  After she threw up, there were *five* of us
in full contact with her at the same time for about ten minutes. 
Full-immersion; she was in.
   "Another factor, I think, especially with Janet, Henry and now Bellana,
is the age.  Us 'old folk' have had more 'life experience' than they have,
so we've all had society telling us a lot longer we're a bunch of
chemicals, not spirits.  The Wild Bunch there hadn't been exposed to that
crap so much, so they had no preconceived ideas they *weren't* spirits --
they just accepted the fact and went for it.
   "I'll bet the sex bomb Wednesday will result in a lot of people
remembering -- you'll probably have a ton of mental wizards running
around."
   Bob told me, "It's a possibility.  Let's everyone keep their 'feelers'
out and see who's responsive.  By the way, how about you and Lucia plan on
having lunch with us on Monday and possibly coming to our study group
Monday evening?  Toro and Janet will be there, and maybe we can get some
ideas about how to handle this wild ride we're on."
   I replied, "I don't think it will be any issue.  Lucia knows you and
Natalie and of course Toro and Janet.  She's at least met George and she's
talked with Sherry a couple of times."
   ------
   NATALIE
   Lucia and I walked and _talked._ She's very smart and I was really
interested in what she'd been experiencing with her newly-remembered
abilities.  When she told me about Steven's and her "rendezvous" along with
Bellana, I was very interested.
   I told her, "What I'm looking at right now is the *separateness* of us
and our bodies.  Henry and Janet's *bodies* were asleep, but they weren't.
When they first met Bellana this morning, I know they took off somewhere
outside and seemed either to leave just a little bit of them behind, or to
keep a streamer or line hooked up -- they sure weren't asleep.
   "I'll tell you sometime about a Journey to the Gates of Heaven, but at
the end of it, four of us ended up *outside* our bodies as free spirits.
   "Now, just a suggestion, what would happen if we let our bodies fall
asleep in a safe place and *knowingly* left them as ourselves -- as
spirits?"
   ------
   LUCIA
   I laughed.  "Now *that* sounds interesting!  Give a hint of the idea to
the Wild Bunch, and I bet they'd be off and running with it.  They're
already sharing nervous systems, although I don't think Bellana has said to
herself, 'I'm a spirit.  I've been outside my body running around with
other spirits, and we're sharing our bodies with each other so much we act
together better than the best drill team.'
   "They just *do* it, whatever it is.  Totally experimental.  Probably
kinda like how I -- and probably most girls -- discover the place between
our legs is good for something besides peeing and washing.  Maybe
accidentally we touch it the right way, it feels good, so we just keep
expanding.  I know I didn't think about nerves, erogenous zones,
lubrication, friction, all that stuff -- I just did whatever I could to get
a result -- and *what* a result.
   "Our bodies give us wonderful sensations -- I know Steven and I are just
getting started with those -- but what really brought me out of the
darkness was Steven and his family as spirits.  They showed me life wasn't
just bodies but people, happiness, love, and they showed me a gateway into
a totally different world of existence."
   I latched onto Steven and dragged him away from Bob.  I told them,
"Natalie and I have finished with our girl-talk -- for right now -- so it
must mean you're done with your guy-talk.  Bob, why don't you go over and
rub Natalie's butt; I got the distinct feeling from her it was a little
chilly."
   Steven acquiesced with good grace, and Bob glided towards Natalie with a
"how may I help you" grin -- and a mental leer.
   ------
   STEVEN
   Lucia dragged me off, and we went on as many rides as we could.  After
one ride, the Wild Bunch ducked into the bathrooms.  When they came out,
Janet handed me a little bag and said, "Please carry, oh bearer of burdens
for the weaker sex," and scampered off to join Toro and Bellana in melting
through the crowds.
   I peeked inside (she didn't tell me not to look!) and saw two bras, a
pair of panties and a thong.  I showed them to Lucia.  "Looks as if some
people may be in for a thrill."
   She laughed.  "Young Sister definitely has some exhibitionist
tendencies, just like Janet.  She'll probably try to nail Toro and Janet
each with at least one good one somehow, like managing to park her pussy on
Toro's nose."
   I asked her, "How do you feel about your younger sister getting involved
in a potential sexual threesome.  It looks to me to be the way it's heading
-- neither Toro nor Janet are fending her off."
   She told me, "I couldn't pick anyone better than either Janet or Toro --
or both together -- for her first real other-person sexual experience.  I
know a lot of sisters have experimented together, but for whatever reason,
she and I have never been together.
   "In the meantime, those three are either building up to a mutual
culmination or it will fall apart of itself.  I can't detect a bit of
jealousy in any of them."
   ------
   BELLANA SONORA (Saturday 12/10))
   Lucia's Steven really knocked me out for a day -- he seemed to look
right into me.  I could tell he was joking (I hope) about dumping Lucia and
coming after me, but it really got to me for a while.
   I got off twice last night dreaming about him.  Funny, both times it was
like I was with someone else at the same time -- which made it even more
fun!  Maybe the Cheshire Cat grin had something to do with it; it's the
last thing I remember each time.
   I got up late and when I came back from the bathroom, I could really
smell my pussy water in the air; I'd forgotten how much I put out when I do
myself.  I opened the window, but it's pretty small.  I don't mind the
smell myself, but Mama comes in sometimes.  I know she's smelled it before,
because after she'd been in there, she'd glance at me with a funny little
grin.  Wonder if she's ever done it?
   Then Janet and Toro showed up.  I knew Janet from school, but she'd
really changed over the last week.  She used to be pretty quiet but now she
bops around like she has springs on her shoes, and she's always exited!
   And God was she sexy!  I've never had another girl affect me like that.
Am I secretly a lesbian?
   I don't think so at all, since I really liked Toro a lot.  He looked
right through me and seemed to tell me I'm a really special person.  He's
so hot!  Every time he looks at me he seems to be telling me I'm special to
him, that he admires me.
   When we first met, they took my hands and we seemed to start flying and
dancing with each other, even though I could see them right in front of me!
It was just like some of those flying dreams I have; dancing in and through
beams of moonlight, flitting around inside a thunderstorm -- all so much
fun and made complete by having three of us sharing it, instead of me
alone.
   They were so nice!  We kept admiring one another, twisting around each
other, caressing each other...  no bodies, just us.  I fell in love with
both of them right then!
   Finally we came back to earth -- literally and rejoined our bodies. 
Wow! We jumped around, kissed each other and laughed so hard I thought I'd
pee my pants!
   Janet wanted to see my room and Toro trailed along.  God!  I could still
smell me!  Both of them stopped and seemed to take a sniff!  They looked at
me and seemed to know exactly what I'd been doing last night.
   They admired it!  Then, every time either one of them looked at me, they
admired me!  When Toro admired my boobs, my nipples got so hard they hurt.
Janet did it too, almost as if she was interested in me like Toro seemed to
be.
   She had the most incredible breasts I'd ever seen -- her nipples were
popped up like mine, and they always seemed to be pointing at me!
   Everything they said seemed to hit me just right to make me hotter!  Oh,
God, I fantasized what I'd do to them if I could get them alone together
for a while.  My twat twitched so hard I thought I'd start coming right in
front of them!
   When they went back to the kitchen, I thought I had a few minutes left
before we had to leave, so I dashed for the bathroom.  I'd never been this
hot!
   I'd been so close it only took a couple seconds before the sweet warmth
flooded me.  I thought of Toro and Janet and what I wanted to do with them.
It made me clench down so hard a huge helping of pussy water squirted out
and dripped down my butt.  God it felt so nasty -- and so good!
   At the studio, we three held hands and partied.  We got along so well --
we never bumped into each other and always knew what our bodies were doing,
like we were joined together.  Janet kept teasing Toro by pushing her boobs
and butt into him, but he just got the look of "just you wait." I could
tell he was hard!  Oh, goodie!
   Always they admired me!  I admired them right back!  My nipples were
tight, my pussy was wet, and I was just hot enough to make it fun, fun, fun
without being painful.  God it was great!  I wanted to jump on them and
kiss them!
   Janet and I went to pee.  When we were done, she looked around -- no one
else was in there.  She told me, "Off with the undies; it's too hot." Too
hot?  Knowing she and I both were naked underneath would make it too hot.
   What the hell!  I peeled off, too.  Janet's breasts were even more
beautiful than I'd imagined, and her pussy looked so sweet with her golden
hair I wanted to kiss it and taste it.
   She looked at my tits and twat.  She told me, "Bellana, you've got some
of the most beautiful breasts I've ever been privileged to see!  And with
your labia shaved like that, you are positively, absolutely yummy!"
   Oh God!  I spasmed and a gush of pussy water splashed on the floor.  I
blushed, but she looked at me and said, "I know exactly how you feel. 
Look." She spread her legs, and she was wet and shiny down her legs for
several inches.
   We got our shirts back on then she grabbed me and hugged me.  She kissed
me on the mouth!  I kissed her back, and it was all I could ever have
dreamed a kiss could be; I promptly splashed more pussy water on the floor.
   She let me go, grinned at me and said, "Now we tease Toro.  Wave our
boobs at him.  Flip our skirts and show him our pussies and our butts.  Rub
our boobs on him and tell him our nipples are hard.  We don't need to tell
him right now our nipples are hard for each other, too.  Let's go!" She
grabbed my hand and we dashed out to torment Toro some more.
   We did everything to him and he kept doing stuff back!  I'd shove a boob
into him, and he'd casually reach under my skirt and run a finger down my
butt crack or over my pussy!  Or he'd rub a tit with his arm or the back of
his hand!  Oh God I was so hot.  Janet and I kept teasing each other, too.
   Somehow no one noticed us, either.  I didn't quite stick my head under
Janet's skirt and lick her pussy like I wanted to, or unzip Toro's pants
and explore his hardness, but we were pretty blatant at times.
   In another hour, I was dripping down my legs again.  Janet dashed over
to Lucia, got something from her, and we ran off to the bathroom.  After
we'd peed, Janet showed me two tampons.  "So we don't drip quite so much."
We watched each other put them in...  very slowly...  grinned at each other
and ran out to torment Toro and each other even harder.
   Chapter 35
   LUCIA (Saturday 12/3)
   Oh, my, those roller-coaster ones were fun!  The track went down, our
bodies tried to stay up, and *we* bounced out above them, pretended to be
lost and chased after them -- all the time spinning and dancing around and
through each other like fireflies on a warm summer evening.
   All the bouncing made my boobs sore, so I pled with my Caballero to aid
a damsel in distress.  He was more than willing to offer support and to try
to massage out the soreness, but, alas, the soreness went down only a
little bit, and he had to keep massaging them.  Poor little me!
   God, his hands feel so strong!  He didn't squeeze hard; he caressed me
with so much love I felt I'd cry.  His hands and my breasts -- a perfect
match!
   I thought all the bouncing was probably making his manhood a bit sore,
so I offered *my* support and did my best to massage away any soreness
there might be.  Hmm, it seemed to be a pretty good fit, too, even outside
his pants -- my hand and him!
   We discovered *we* could _share_ *our* bodies too, like the Wild Bunch
did.  Oh, my.  From feeling so alone and hopeless two days ago to this! 
And we're just getting started on the physical and spiritual possibilities!
No wonder we were feeling so alive and joyous!
   We held nothing back.  We laughed, kissed, touched and enjoyed each
other with all we had.  This was life and it was wonderful.
   ------
   STEVEN
   We bounced around, we sailed, we twisted ourselves around and through
each other -- we had a hell of a great time!
   We knew we'd get "romantic" later; it was something we set aside,
cherished and kept adding to so it was a kernel of erotic tension between
us.
   For now, fun!  We were 16-almost-17, completely in love and free!
   Poor Lucia!  Her breasts were sore because of the bouncing on the rides,
so I had to take my time out from having fun to massage the hurt away. 
Yeh, so it was a task I disliked?
   Even through her blouse and bra, they were warmer than other parts.  She
told me, _"They're hot for you, my Caballero."_
   My hands fit them perfectly and the _shared_ sensations were incredibly
crisp, loving and erotic.
   Her hand fit my hardness exactly, too, even outside my clothes.  We
_felt_ the wonderful, anticipatory ache in my balls, and she squeezed and
stroked me until I almost climaxed then we backed off, let it cool down
then started again -- so...  wonderful!
   About 4:00, everyone decided we'd had enough fun for the day.  Our
bodies were tired, sweaty, horny (*All* of us, including the veterans,
George and Sherry), and since our admissions were season passes we could
came back any time.
   We piled into the van and took off home.  At every bounce, we popped up
from our bodies, danced around a little then zipped back in.  Oops! 
Occasionally we "missed" and went through the floor, the pavement and into
the earth.  Didn't matter (pun intended), no barrier.  We discovered some
interesting utility lines, drains and sewers, though.
   Every time Bob turned a corner, we leaned way over into a big pile (no
one was shy about touching -- I think Bellana got several handfuls of
Little Steven, and I found her breasts were deliciously hard), bounced
again and danced wildly outside.
   It was like a yoyo expert doing a show.  In and out, fast, slow,
spinning, stopped, it didn't matter.  One hell of a lot of fun.
   Bob dropped us off at the complex and he, Natalie, George and Sherry
took off for their own further "old" teenager adventures.  We piled into
our place to clean up a little and feed our faces.
   Mom had left us a note:
   ------
   Hey, guys.  Blake and I are stress-testing furniture at his place.  Make
yourself at home -- I/we may be back tonight or maybe not.  Anyways, I
trust you all.
   Plenty of food in the kitchen.  Steven and Lucia can feel free to use my
bathroom for showers, etc.
   But stay out of my bed!  You've got your own damn beds to make wet spots
in -- and *you* change the sheets and do the laundry!  <lots of
happy-faces>
   If you really need me, I'll bet you can get to me.  Hopefully at a more
opportune moment than last time.
   ------
   We _felt_ the clear sensations and emotions of two orgasms wash over us
-- crispy-clear and so much fun!  Toro grinned, "Looks like they got the
solid end of the kitchen table." He frowned a bit, "But what if they decide
it's big enough to count as two pieces?  Yuk, yuk.  I think I'll try to get
a little hint in there somewhere -- if they leave off long enough."
   Adults!  "Old people" and sex!  Ugh!  We made the appropriate sick
sounds as best we could while laughing.
   Shower time!  The Wild Bunch scampered off to Janet's room, laughing and
grabbing each other's butts, while Lucia and I made our more dignified way
to Mom's bathroom -- we didn't scamper, but we did laugh and feel each
other's butts.
   Lucia nude was a wonderful sight!  The only straight lines on her body
were the front of her shins, her teeth and maybe the bottom of her
forearms; everything else curved and merged smoothly into yet another
graceful curve.  Her breasts stood out firm and solid, with one-inch
areolae and long stiff nipples.  She was sweaty, grimy, had food stuff on
her face and her hair was all over the place.  She was adorable.
   Both she and her body glowed with happiness.  Her skin was flawless
except for her scars, and they only emphasized how lovely the rest was. 
Her face, arms and lower legs were a bit darker from the sun, but the rest
was a smooth, light tone of tawny olive-brown which gave it the finishing
touch of perfection.
   The shower was definitely big enough for both of us; we tested it
thoroughly.  We kept _linked_, probably about 50% so we totally enjoyed
washing each other.
   Her skin was sensuously slippery and her "naughty bits" were just
naughty enough to make them really fun.  I ensured every bit of her was
clean -- and she did the same with me; no hole on either of us was left
unwashed.
   We did a turnabout on hair.  She did my short stuff, while I got the
privilege of running my soapy fingers through her long, fine tresses while
she hugged me and snuggled her solid bosom with its hard tips against my
chest.
   It was almost all sensual, not sexual.  Of course the sexual arousal was
building up underneath, but it wasn't time yet.  Little Steven behaved --
somewhat.
   We dried each other; I borrowed Mom's hair drier and insisted it was my
right as the lead boyfriend to do the task.  She admitted since I was the
*only* boyfriend it was well within my rights.
   I blew and brushed a long time.  I stood behind her and nuzzled and
kissed her neck and shoulders, rubbed her tummy occasionally and once in a
while very carefully ran the brush through the slightly-curly hair on her
mound.
   A woman *can* purr.  It's a faint, sensuous moan on every breath --
Lucia started up when we dried her hair and I don't think she stopped the
rest of the evening.
   Carrying our clothes, we walked back to my bedroom.  From a light,
almost tacit agreement among the five of us, we weren't going to worry
about how much anyone saw.  If someone else didn't like it they didn't
*have* to look.
   I pointed Lucia to the bed and I went to my/Janet's bathroom to get my
favorite comb.  I listened -- no shower and knocked -- no answer, so I
opened the door and went in.
   Bellana was there drying her hair with a towel.  Either she hadn't heard
me knocking or whatever, but she was still dripping water off her nipples.
She didn't seem to be at all worried about it, so I admired her and told
her she was a lovely, sexy lady.  I grabbed my comb and started to leave,
but she said, "Steven -- my turn."
   I'd had my look, so she deserved hers.  I _linked_ with her just enough
to know when to turn around and what she wanted to see.  Apparently she
wasn't too upset with what she saw, because she smiled and gave me a fake
moan and quiver.
   Lucia and I were a bit tired, so I climbed in beside her for a little
nap.  Little Steven was only half-awake as I snuggled him in a warm, smooth
butt crack, got up against a back with warm silk-smooth skin, draped my arm
over her stomach and took a deep breath of Lucia and her hair.  Delicious!
   We set our _link_ about 30% then made a short elaborate game of wiggling
and squirming around to get the best fit.  She took my hand, rubbed it
slowly up her stomach and forced me (with great trial and trouble) to cup a
warm smooth breast.  We let our bodies doze off while I occasionally
stroked a nipple with a finger.
   While our bodies rested, we hovered above them.  We danced slowly around
each other, passed around and through each other and shared the contentment
of being with the one we loved.
   ------
   HENRY
   The girls were really something else.  We'd _merged_ and _linked_ so
well with Bellana we three were as coordinated as Janet and I had become.
Bellana had been "one of us" only a few hours, yet she could _talk_ and
_share_ and just plain have fun as well as Moonlight and I could.
   Sometime during the Universal Studios run, they both "lost" their bras
and panties.  If I'd thought they were wild before...  They took every
opportunity to rub up against me, show me their hard nipples and breasts
through their smoothed-down tee shirts and rubbed them and their pussies up
against whatever body part I had available.
   Of course I had to act the stoic male, immune to such childish things,
but Little Henry was *very* interested in such goings-on.  He smelled wet
pussy and wanted some!
   Well, to appease him, I stroked every bare butt, bare pussy and bust I
could reach -- which were many and frequent.  The game became who could
out-tease whom!
   We had a great time.  We spent over half the time roaming around outside
our bodies, playing hide and seek (perhaps with a spirit nipple or penis
carelessly left exposed here and there), chasing each other around as well
as any dogs, cats, ducks, geese or other wildlife which had the bad luck to
be on the lot.
   We stayed on the studio lot and generally away from people.  By that, I
mean while we went through a lot of bodies (and spirits), we kept ourselves
tightly contained with no leakage.  We didn't want another sex bomb or
anything resembling it!  On the other hand, if something did happen, who
they gonna call?  Ghostbusters?
   When we got home, we dashed into Janet's room, stripped off everything
and tried to stuff us all in the shower.  We fit if we didn't mind crowding
-- and there was no doubt none of us minded.  Yeh, we'd met Bellana just
six or so hours ago, but she was now one of *us* so solidly she/we accepted
everything without even a hint of a second thought.
   Bellana's body was different from Janet's but she was totally beautiful.
Her breasts were a bit larger than Janet's but they were harder.  We
compared several times to make sure.
   Since I was the minority, somehow I got appointed the chief hair-washer.
While one of the girls was sandwiched between me and the other, I washed
hair for the filler-girl while both girls carefully checked out as much
skin as possible on the other -- and it was a lot.
   Little Henry and his support system got attention from all four
available hands.  By the time we were done, he was the cleanest dick in
town!
   We didn't try to get each other off -- this was fun play with a touch of
sex, not sex play with a touch of fun.  Janet and I got out, but Bellana
wanted to stay a little longer.  She said the water at her place got cold
real fast, and she wanted to "feel the water run over her tits while she
washed them once more so her lovers could really taste them." Sounded like
a plan to me!
   Janet and I piled back into her room to dry off and made plots to see
how high up a wall we could drive Bellana before we let her climax.  We
agreed on some action items and waited to see if they'd bear the heat of
combat.
   Bellana came giggling in a couple minutes later.  Steven had walked in
on her and had gotten quite an eyeful!  I'll bet a week's allowance she'd
had the whole thing planned out.
   ------
   BELLANA
   I'd just gotten out of the shower and was drying my hair when Steven
came in.  Later, I knew I'd heard him knock but it hadn't registered.
   Here I am with my hands on my head, my boobs and pussy pointed straight
at him, all dripping water!  He didn't embarrass me at all, though.  He
just admired me, gave me a big smile and said, "Bellana, you are one
beautiful, sexy lady!" Oh it made me feel good, a stud like him calling me
sexy!
   He was nude, too.  I'd gotten a handful of his dick a couple times on
the way home, and I thought he had his hand on my tits a few times, so I
figured I didn't really need permission to check him out -- so I did.
   God, he was yummy!  Long sleek muscles, small tight butt!  Even his dick
looked yummy!
   ------
   HENRY
   We noticed Steven and Lucia were taking a little nap.  Being feisty
young teenagers, ordinarily we would've asserted loudly we weren't tired,
but we were.
   We _linked_ about 50%, climbed on Janet's bed and spent a squirmy,
wiggly, fun five minutes arranging ourselves for the optimum amount of skin
contact among three bodies.  We decided there were probably an infinite
number of arrangements which would give excellent results, and we'd have to
try as many as we could.
   We let our bodies doze off, rose above them and played some lazy spirit
games.  We pretended the walls, floor and ceiling were all solid and we
could bounce off them.
   The game was, we'd each bounce off two surfaces and see if we could meet
again in the middle of the room.  We could vary our speeds, but we had to
observe the angle of incidence.  In other words, three-dimensional pool!
   We managed pretty well.  We'd all meet back and cuddle and snuggle
together (can spirits do that?  We didn't care whether or not they were
*permitted* to -- we did it).  We tried three-surface bounces; it was a bit
more complex but we hit about 30% on the first 10 tries.  Of course, if we
missed, we'd have to snuggle and cuddle and lament the loss!
   Bellana was every bit as rich, complex and deep as Janet, just in
different ways.  She had a different "flavor." Not better, not worse in any
way, just different.  I never had trouble telling them apart.
   After about 30 minutes, we were *rudely* interrupted when *someone's*
body made a *loud* stomach growl.  We dove back near our bodies and nudged
them awake.  We investigated but couldn't really come to any firm
conclusions as to WHO DONE IT.
   Our relationship being a democracy, both girls decided it was *my* body
exhibiting the uncouth behavior and punished me for my indiscretion.  They
did it energetically, with pillows and little fists beating my chest and
back (not really that hard).
   Of course I had to defend myself by giving every boob and butt I could
find a nice gentle squeeze -- and somehow, there was always at least one
available for each hand!
   We snuck a _peek_ over at Steven and Lucia.  We didn't want to disturb
them...  much!  We were actually hoping to "catch" them doing something so
we could kid them about it.
   Unfortunately, they claimed they'd been disturbed by "some passel of
hooligan kids raising a ruckus." Where?  We looked all around but didn't
find any invaders.
   I asked, _"Food?"_
   Everyone said, _"YES!"_
   Janet asked, _"Clothing?"_
   We said, _"Very optional!"_
   Bellana asked, _"Ladies use tampons?"_
   We said, _"Highly recommended!"_
   Janet and Bellana rushed to the bathroom with twitching butts, bouncing
breasts and swinging strings, presumably to change the aforementioned
articles of feminine hygiene in the appropriate orifices.  Me, I did the
macho male routine when confronted with such female behavior -- I yawned,
sucked my teeth, scratched my ribs and wondered idly if I could remove them
later -- with my teeth.
   They dashed back out in a minute with their fresh tampon strings
a-swinging -- and giggling away.
   They'd tied their hair back with a band but wore nothing other than that
and some finger/toenail polish; they didn't need anything else to make them
the most utterly delicious young ladies in all of Burbank!
   We streamed out into the living room, _linked_ about 70% and started an
Irish line dance.  It was Irish because we said it was.  It was a line
dance because we were in a line.
   We stepped, hopped, bounced, twisted, turned -- all improvised and a lot
of fun.
   ------
   LUCIA
   The ruffians woke us up!  Here we were, all peaceful, and they wanted
food?  Sounded great to us!
   Clothing optional?  Steven and I decided, not optional at all --
forbidden!
   Tampon?  Great idea!  That way I could let myself get all hot and
bothered for quite a while before I leaked.  I dug one out of my purse.
   Seems I couldn't bend over quite far enough; I was too stiff from all
the walking we'd done.  Well, I had my Caballero available to do mundane
tasks like this!
   He was a little slow, I admit.  Maybe in his case, he was more the horse
than the rider!  Anyway, he kept botching the job.
   I had to tell him at least five times it was the *tampon* which went up
the vagina, not his tongue.  Seems the roller coasters had affected his
ears somehow.
   After it finally sunk in, I had to smack him on the head several times
when he mistook his finger for the tampon.  How dense can you be?  Christ,
I had to get the prize dimwit to fall in love with.
   Okay, now we finally got the items right.  *Tampon* in *vagina*!  Except
now he claimed it was too dry to go in!  He claimed it "kept sliding away."
Since when does that excuse such clumsiness that resulted in his fingers
somehow exploring either my pucker hole or Miss Clitty's bedroom?
   After all those botched attempts, everything was lubricated very well,
thank you.  He *finally* managed to start it in.  Yes, *tampon* in
*vagina*. Finally!
   He was very concerned about hurting me, because he'd push the applicator
in about a quarter inch; pull it out an eighth then in a quarter inch -- on
and on!  He took forever!
   Then he had the audacity to volunteer his "expert services" when the
time came to remove it.  Hey, I grew up in Little Italy but Mama Sonora
didn't raise *two* stupid kids.  I knew right away if he tried it, he'd be
just as clumsy and would probably break the string.  Then how would we get
it out?  His fingers?  Give me a break!
   And no, Steven, you don't wax the string to make it stick out -- just
let it dangle and swing in the breeze.  There was going to be plenty of
breeze, because the only thing I was going to wear was my pony tail band
and my smile.
   The Wild Bunch was raising a real stampede out in the living room by
now. When Steven and I got there, the three of them were line-dancing --
except I'd never seen three nude line-dancers before.
   There were four cute -- no, make that exquisite, breasts bouncing, three
tight butts twitching and swinging, two strings swinging and a Little Henry
trying to keep up with it all.  As a dancer, he was a flop.
   Everything they did was perfectly coordinated.  It was completely
improvised and completely wonderful.
   ------
   JANET
   After we'd lured Big Brother and Lucia out with our dancing, Bellana and
I grabbed Lucia and told Big Brother and Toro to go preen for a few
minutes.
   Lucia and Bellana hadn't seen each other nude for years, so we just had
to compare.
   Lucia and Bellana could have been twins.  Put several inches of height
and diameter on Bellana and you'd have Lucia.  Each had gorgeous hair and
great boobs.  Of course we compared, didn't guys do that too?
   After quite a bit of nuzzling, prodding and taste testing among the
three of us we decided a) we each had breasts of varying sizes, b) we each
had nipples which got *very* hard, c) said nipples had a wonderful texture
and taste and d) we were all a bit different.
   That being decided, we explored the nether regions.  After lots of
nuzzling, prodding and taste testing we decided we each had a) pubic hair
of varying color, coverage and texture, b) a clit which was very nosy and
wanted to come out and play, c) very wet pussies, d) a string dangling from
said pussy, e) a quite-sensitive pucker hole and e) a pussy tasting a bit
different.
   Since those dangling strings weren't the most decorative things to be
displaying from our primary symbols of femininity, I produced (don't ask
from where -- trade secret) the appropriate accessories to remedy the
situation.
   When we finally dragged the guys from in front of the mirror, we
displayed our decorations -- a colorful quarter-inch butterfly clip on each
of our strings!
   We _linked_ and did our own butterfly line dance!  They swung left, they
swung right, they jumped up, they jumped down and (after appropriate
gyrations involving spread legs and hips going forward and back) they swung
in and out!
   Neither of the guys believed it.  They insisted on a close inspection to
ensure we weren't faking it with magic or something.  We reluctantly (Yeh,
right) permitted it.
   They insisted both check each of us, in case the other missed some
sleight-of-pussy.  Since when does a magic test involve licking the pucker
hole several times, licking Miss Clitty until she was ready to spit up and
licking up and down the labia?  Where did these guys get any schooling?
   By the way, Big Brother had a *very* talented tongue.  Must be natural.
   After fifteen minutes of intense scrutiny, Big Brother and Toro agreed
we each had a) pubic hair of varying color, coverage and texture, b) a clit
which was very nosy and wanted to come out and play, c) very wet pussies,
d) a string with a butterfly dangling from said pussy, e) a quite-sensitive
pucker hole and e) a pussy tasting a bit different -- but they would skip
many meals to taste them again.
   Okay, they'd had their inspection.  Now it was *our* turn.  We three
girls stalked the Warrior-Heart.  Pah!  Some warrior!
   It took us only 55 seconds to trap him with the dreaded Pussy Grip!  It
involved somewhat-minor protests on his part, lots of boob and butt
squeezes, lots of Little Henry inspections and resulted in a) Lucia holding
down one leg, b) Bellana holding down the other leg, c) my pussy with a
death-grip on his mouth and d) his hands locked on my tits.
   Lucia and Bellana went to work -- they had their task to perform.  The
only way Toro could escape was through me -- by licking!  He did his best
but we prevailed!
   I had to look over my back at least ten times to tell the other two to
ensure the quality control was in.  They kept claiming they were done, but
I insisted they had to ensure Little Henry was squeaky-clean, and the only
washing equipment they had was their tongues.  Come on already!
   When finally the deed was done, they got up and dragged me off Toro's
face.  What did I do wrong?  I had him in a perfect Grip and he was no
longer struggling.  Why did they drag me off then?
   When Toro arose, he was the proud (?) recipient of a butterfly clip on
an elastic band stretched around a rampant Little Henry.  No wonder it
needed it to be clean, the butterfly might get soiled!
   He agreed, under pain of never again undergoing the Pussy Grip, it was a
fine addition to the male anatomy.
   Now it was Big Brother's turn!  He was hiding!  Here, Stevey, Stevey,
Stevey!
   The coward!  He was hiding on his bed!  We attacked, and a mighty
struggle ensued.  Every boob was caressed!  Every butt was squeezed!  Every
pussy was fondled!  Every pucker-hole was poked!  Every female hand tested
his mighty tool!  First *I* attempted to fasten the now-infamous Pussy Grip
on his face, but he escaped by furious licking and sucking while I howled
and thrashed in defeat.
   Then Bellana attempted the trial.  With a ferocious yell she locked a
mighty Grip upon Big Brother.  He licked!  He sucked!  Her clitty took a
ferocious beating from his tongue!  She screamed and howled, shook and
shrieked time after time but finally was lost when a treacherous nipple
pinch made her come so hard she fell off.  Wimp!
   Finally the Lady Lucia, scion of generations of valiant heroines,
un-girded her loins (not difficult since there was nothing on them to start
with), took a deep breath and hurled herself upon the foe!
   A mighty battle indeed, worthy of generations of legends!  Big Brother
licked with the strength of ten!  With a mighty tug of strong teeth, he
yanked her tampon free!  Augh!  Was all lost?  He sucked her glory hole dry
time after time while she shrieked and writhed in torment!
   Her hard nipples stabbed his hands again and again, but his iron
appendages withstood the torture.  His tongue strangled her tonsils from
underneath while her clitty withstood attack after attack before she
quivered and writhed in defeat.
   But wait!  She rallied and again locked the Pussy Grip upon his mouth!
She prevailed though she howled in the extremity of orgasm!  By stealth and
treachery, Bellana and I attached the symbol of bondage to his mighty tool!
Finally, we *had* prevailed!  We'd given a whole new meaning to
"pussy-whipped!"
   We had to rescue Lady Lucia.  She lived but was forever changed by her
ordeal (After that, she was horny *all* the time, not just half the time).
   Big Brother, totally subdued by our feminine wiles, kissed her with the
love of a hero and asked us, "What's for dinner?"
   Chapter 36
   STEVEN (Saturday afternoon, about 5:30 12/10)
   Lucia's nectar direct from the source *was* better than when she'd
tasted it!  Of course, with my extensive studies in statistics, I had to
take quite a large sample to determine if the results were valid.
   The Wild Bunch gave us a wonderful show then the ladies shooed us away
and checked each other out.  After all, when you're in a group, you need to
know the other members' strengths and weaknesses!
   Henry and I checked each other out.  Heads?  Check.  Feet?  Check. 
Bodies?  Check.  Arms and legs?  Check.  Dicks?  Check.  It took us a whole
second; the ladies took at least fifteen minutes.
   When they permitted us to view them, they had acquired butterflies which
danced around their pussies.  Where else would a butterfly go for the
sweetest nectar around?
   Toro and I got pretty suspicious though, when the butterflies started
synchronized dancing!  Must be some sort of trick!  We insisted on a
thorough inspection of the zones -- rather difficult since the zones
bounced and squirmed around during the inspection.
   They started hunting the Warrior-Heart!  I usually stick by my friends,
but I knew a lost cause when I saw it, so I went to lair.
   They discovered my hiding place and after a mighty battle, I was subdued
-- they attached the symbol of my submission!
   All the work made *me* hungry.  When I made my state of misery known,
they attacked me again!  The Warrior-Heart came to my aid even though I had
earlier betrayed him.  Somehow we survived by both of us sucking each
nipple (yes, six of them), licking each clit (three of them begging for
attention), and kissing each sweet lady until their knees collapsed.  Lucia
was extremely valiant -- it took ten minutes of me kissing her before she
agreed to a truce.
   Sibling incest?  Group sex?  Same-gender sex?  Casual sex?  If you're
offended, tough darts.  This was fun-and-games sex, not
serious-relationship-making-love sex.  Lucia and Bellana flowed out joy;
they were ecstatically happy to find sex could be *fun*, not a degradation
and humiliation.
   Funny how many things become totally unimportant when you can literally
step back, look at yourself and find you're a spirit, not chemicals and
meat.
   Was I expecting intercourse with Janet or Bellana?  No, though none of
us ruled it out down the line.  Henry and Lucia?  Again, not now.  We
tacitly agreed intercourse, for the time being, was for the
serious-relationship partners.  In the case of the Wild Bunch, there were
three partners.  Big deal.
   The Wild Bunch insisted on doing dinner, so Lucia and I snuggled up and
nuzzled each other while they did a three-way ballet in the kitchen and
dining area.  I think Janet and Bellana were a bit suspicious of us though;
they kept flashing their third eyes at us and scanning us with their
liquid-cooled vertical-aperture radars.  Amazing how much kitchen stuff we
keep on the lower shelves!
   They did an excellent job.  Lucia and I unanimously voted them the Best
Chefs of the Afternoon.
   We dug out a DVD and settled in for a bit.  We were still nude, so we
put towels down -- both in case of leakage and to protect the skin; the
upholstery wasn't designed for tender bottoms and backs!
   The butterflies quietly vanished.  It's pretty annoying to have this
little thing digging into your legs while you're trying to snuggle.  We
made another agreement; sporting the butterfly meant the wearer was open to
fun and games!  We could wear it anywhere -- hair, collar, etc.
   Henry, Janet and Bellana got the sofa and Lucia and I snuggled in the
large armchair, _linked_ about 50% and started some serious-relationship
making out.
   What we liked most was her arms around my neck, one of mine behind her
shoulders and the other free to caress her smooth warm body anywhere it
could reach.
   While she enjoyed my hand anywhere, we got the most delight from softly
caressing and squeezing her solid breasts with frequent nipple-rubs. 
Forays below her silky pubic hair into the realm of Miss Clitty's bedroom
left us both gasping.
   Since we were _sharing_ our sensations, we made every stroke of my
fingers on or inside her labia the most sensual it could be.  We dipped
lightly into the well; she was tight but so much fluid flowed there was
never a thought we couldn't get in.
   She told me the operations had, according to the doctors, been
completely successful.  She didn't have any trouble with fingers or toys,
so didn't expect any trouble at all.  Since her reproductive system was in
top shape, both she and Bellana had gone on the pill together before she'd
left the hospital.
   After about an hour of deep kisses and stroking, we were both wound up
so tight and shaking so hard we could barely breathe.  "Break time."
   We unwound ourselves -- the Wild Bunch had disappeared into Janet's
bedroom -- grabbed some water and towels and headed to my bedroom.  We
turned on enough lights to see, _linked_ again and slid onto the bed.
   ------
   LUCIA (Saturday about 6:30 PM 12/10)
   My Caballero!  My Steven!  We were together, not as one but as two so
tightly wound within and through each other we could _share_ ourselves, our
emotions, sensations, perceptions and above all our love, without the
slightest hesitation or possibility of misunderstanding.
   We eased out of our bodies, yet left a solid connection with them so we
could share their sensations.  And what sensations!
   A fresh start!  We were together, only us, at that exact time.  Put
aside were all the pain and sorrows of my life up to then.  Put aside were
all the doubts and uncertainties he'd ever had.  Everything we did was new
and fresh, as if we'd never done it before.  We breathed together and our
blood flowed in the same cadence.
   We kissed.  We knew what a kiss was and how to do it but *this* kiss
between us was the first one.  We discovered the innocent delight such a
kiss brought two people in love and we reveled in the delight.
   Yet another wonder; light squeezes and caresses and another gentle hug
to pull us lightly together said to each other, _"All of you is precious to
me, your eyes, your lips and your body.  Above all, the spirit who is you
is the most precious.  The time we now share is to give us pleasure and joy
in celebrating this."_
   Steven's hand stroked upwards to cup my breast.  Never before had he
done this and the knowledge it was *his* hand and *my* breast made our
discovery intensify a thousand times -- and the energy between us grew.
   Touches of our tongues together, kisses and sucks on each other's
nipples, nibbles and kisses down our bodies, long caresses with our hands
-- all of these built up the energy between us.
   I slid my mouth down his chest and sucked his nipples hard while we
quivered in delight.  We quivered again as I explored his navel with my
mouth and tongue and tried to suck it into an outie.
   My hands and mouth found his male hardness and together we explored it
with sighs and moans as our pleasure and energy grew.  It was hard, yet
soft.  The outside skin rode easily up and down on the hard interior
beneath my hands; we knew it was meant to be deep inside my body, yet we
didn't rush -- the new pleasures of *now* were so thrilling.
   We _felt_ his internal pressure rising as I licked along its length and
caressed his balls inside their tightening sac.  I sucked and bobbed on him
while my hands stroked him and my tongue swirled around it as fast as I
could.
   When we were almost over the edge, we backed off to let it die down and
to build it up again.  The energy between us grew more as I lightly prodded
his anus with my tongue then ran it all the way up his perineum to the top
of his shaft, with sucking wet kisses all along the way.
   Up and down we went until the pressure was too intense to bear any
longer.  He came and while I stroked his shaft and sucked as hard as I
could, his cum spurted deep into my mouth.  I swallowed as fast as I could,
caressed his shaft with my tongue and sucked again.  Our bodies jumped and
jerked with the pleasure we were sharing and his groans were music to us.
   We _shared_ the taste of his seed on our tongues and were delighted with
our pleasure.  Although the pressure in his groin had been relieved for the
moment, the energy between us grew yet again.
   He slipped down my body and kissed my skin everywhere as he went.  He
kissed and licked each breast as if they were the most wonderful things
he'd ever tasted.  My nipples he kissed and sucked so hard, I felt an
orgasm grow between us -- he squeezed my breasts lightly then harder and
harder as he sucked.
   The orgasm grew and when he nipped a nipple lightly with his teeth, it
released its warmth to surge through us.  Our bodies spasmed together, my
hips danced up and down with happiness, and my pussy clenched and released
time and time again, flooding out its water until finally the rush died
down and left it quivering and wanting more.
   He slid further down and admired my stomach and navel with his mouth. 
Each kiss and touch drove a surge of warmth through us and the warmth,
pressure and energy within my body grew higher and higher.
   His mouth caressed my dark-haired mound, slipped further down between my
legs, and we got our first smell of the fragrance from my wetness.
   He kissed the inside of my leg, starting at the knee and working slowly
towards my flowing pussy.  The jolt it gave us jerked my hips into the air,
tightened all our muscles up for a few seconds, and we sighed out our
pleasure.
   He kissed my other leg down from my knee to my pussy; as he came closer,
we _felt_ the heat and moisture pouring out from it onto his cheek.  He
licked the flat spot on the other side but this time licked lightly over my
clitoris, which was standing up proudly above its hood.
   We jerked again; this time when my hips shot into the air, I shrieked
with the unexpected pleasure of his touch.  We panted for a few moments
from the delight then slowly settled back down again.  The energy between
us grew even more.
   We put a small pillow and towel beneath my hips and while I raised my
upper body on my elbows to watch, I pulled my heels in as close to my butt
as I could, and I pulled my knees up and apart as wide as possible with my
hands to offer my willing pussy to his attention and admiration.
   ------
   STEVEN
   A continuous trickle of fluid came from the bottom of her cleft.  It ran
down over her pucker, making it glisten, then ran down her crack onto the
towel below.
   I told her, "You are beautiful here, My Lady.  You have hidden treasures
whose beauty matches that of your sweet breasts, your lovely face and eyes
and your heart.  Your smell makes me tremble with desire to bring you all
the pleasure I can and I am faint from the radiance of you."
   I brought the fluid into my mouth and tasted its musky sweetness.  _"You
have the flavor of ambrosia, Lucia.  I could drink of your fountain
forever."_
   With the flat of my tongue, I slowly licked it from below, straight up
the center.  I gathered the fluid as I went and tried to slather it all on
her clitoris then gently touched it with my tongue.
   She keened out her joy while I moaned deep in my throat.  Her pelvis
moved up and down; I gave slow licks upwards on her outer and inner labia
and up her center.
   Her keening and my moaning grew continuous and louder as I swirled my
tongue around and around her clitoral hood, occasionally flicking it
directly.  The energy between us grew stronger.
   We released her orgasm; it washed over us in a hot wave of delight, and
she shrieked out her happiness for the world to hear.  Her hips bounced
frantically, and her pussy clenched down hard, forcing a blast of fluid
into my waiting mouth.
   Finally it died down, so I licked her clitoral hood again, but this time
hit her clitoris lightly with every lick.  Another orgasm built up, higher
than before; I licked it directly with the flat of my tongue and pushed two
fingers deep into her channel and stroked them in and out.
   We went over the edge again, our bodies convulsing as it hit us.  With
every contraction, she shrieked her pleasure and her hips continuously
vibrated.  I held on and licked her clitoris harder every time we
contracted and stroked my fingers faster.
   We climaxed again and again until we could take it no longer.  I
released her clitoris from its tender trap and gave long, slow, soothing
licks to the rest of her sweet pussy.  I slowed down my finger strokes
almost to a halt while we managed to catch our breaths.
   When we got down to panting, I pulled my fingers out and gave her many
long tongue strokes from her pucker on up, soothing and calming us both.
   We snuggled up with her solid breasts against my chest and my iron-hard
erection nestled in her hip crease and dozed off.
   Above our dozing bodies, we danced gleefully with the joy we'd given
each other.
   ------
   LUCIA
   So much delicious happiness we'd found!  Even at the end when my body
could seem to take no more, I wanted it to go on forever -- my Caballero
and I were together in our pleasure!
   As our bodies dozed, we danced above them, giving each other happy
spirit hugs and kisses -- we twirled slowly around each other in a complex
braid, contracted ourselves down then slowly unwound.  So much happiness!
   We dozed for a while then found our bladder pressures interfering.  We
rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed.  My knees wobbled and while
Steven's weren't a lot better, he managed to help me to the bathroom.
   I peed and pooed then got into the shower.  I had pussy juice from above
my mound to almost my knees and through my crack to the small of my back. I
was sweaty, probably stank, my hair was a total rat's nest -- and I felt
great!
   Steven came in with me a few moments later.  He'd had to soften up a bit
before he could get anything out, so had taken a little bit longer.
   We traded washing bodies.  We were careful of the naughty bits -- they
were still quite sensitive -- but found our pucker holes were in great
shape!  Well, what do you know?
   Soap and soapy fingers make a great lubricant for them!  By the time
we'd played around a few minutes, my pussy drooled again and my nipples
were hard.
   Steven had hardened up again and kept gently poking it at me.  I swatted
it very gently, captured it and subjected it to torture by suffocation in
my mouth.  In about two minutes, I was ready to stuff it inside my pussy
right there!
   ------
   (about 7:30 PM)
   We grinned at each other in anticipation, got out and dried off.  We
still had several hours before our evening ended and decided to make the
best of them.
   I almost dragged him to the floor and had my way with him in the
bathroom.  He managed to convince me otherwise, but I damned near lost it
again halfway back to the bed.
   We slugged down a lot of water, changed the towels on the bed, climbed
back on, popped out, _linked_ about 80% and got on with the show!
   Steven lay on his back and I sat down on his face with my hands on the
wall.  After much arm-waving, muffled shouting and innocent questions, I
pushed up with my legs a little bit.  What's the big deal?  *I* wasn't
having any breathing trouble -- yet.
   He licked me from my pucker on up to Miss Clitty who woke up immediately
-- she sensed a party coming on!
   My pussy immediately started water production with all three shifts at
once, my nipples and breasts tightened up hard-hard-hard and we were almost
ready.
   I stood up, moved down and sat on Steven's legs while I tried to smother
Little Steven again.  He seemed pretty resistant because he got harder
instead of passing out and going limp.  I slathered a lot of saliva over
him, let him go and worked my way up.
   I spread my labia with one hand and sat the opening to my glory hole
right on top of his hot hardness.
   I let pressure go on, started a small circular motion with my hips and
suddenly the head popped inside.  We had an immediate sharp climax -- after
we moaned and shook, I found myself with another couple inches inside me.
   Oh, Sweet Jesus and whoever else wants to get a word in!  It was such a
wonderful stretching and filling sensation!  I worked up and down a few
times then slowly put more pressure on while circling my hips until my butt
was resting solidly on Steven's legs, and my legs weren't supporting
anything.
   Spirit hugs!  Big happy smiles and shit-eating grins.  I leaned forward
and we kissed again and again, sharing our love and happiness.  I
straightened up a little, Steven leaned forward and sucked my nipples so
hard I thought they'd come off -- and I came off twice with two small
orgasms.
   The position we liked best for now was me leaning about halfway forward
with weight on my arms and rocking/pumping/tilting my hips somehow.  With
this, we dragged Miss Clitty along the top of his shaft almost the full
stroke and squashed her between our pubic bones at full penetration.
   We stroked slowly the full length.  So sweet!  We abused Miss Clitty to
our heart's content, Steven tenderly abused my breasts and nipples with his
hands, and we found -- with a bit of squirming and bending -- he could take
a nipple in his mouth for a short time.
   After various experiments, we settled down to some serious screwing! 
Lean forward, lock our eyes, 90% _link_, full strokes, proper speed and go!
God it felt so good!  We felt a climax building and decided we wanted it
hard and fast!  We increased our speed, Steven thrust up to meet me and it
built up rapidly.
   We were flooded with my pussy water.  We squished together and made rude
happy noises!  We tried to splash and splat our hips together (Miss Clitty
was cheering!).
   It kept rising and rising until finally we fell!  It swept through us
like a furnace heat, consuming all our senses with pleasure and locking our
muscles for seconds at a time.  f I threw my head back and SCREAMED every
time we locked up.  "CONSENT!  YES!  YES!  CONSENT!  CABALLLERO!"
   My pussy had something to clamp down on!  His shaft inside me was so
much better than an empty channel or a couple fingers!  SO GOOD!
   Steven finally thrust up HARD, his staff swelled up larger and harder,
and he came inside me!  Hot, slick, thick cum inside me!  His cum!
   "MY LADY LOVE!  LUCIA!  MY RADIANCE!"
   We thrashed and screamed out our joy until we could take no more.  We
collapsed together with kisses of love and wonder.
   When our breathing slowed down a little, Steven grabbed my butt with
both hands and rolled us over.  His softened staff slipped from my grasp
(come back soon!); he scooted down between my legs with his hands under my
butt then licked and sucked me clean.
   I cleaned him off, too.  Little Steven was fast asleep, and though I
tried to wake him up, it just ignored me.  Oh, well, maybe in fifteen or
twenty minutes?
   We drank lots of water, cuddled, kissed-kissed-kissed and let our bodies
fall asleep while we bounced around the room playing chase-the-spirit and
listening to shrieks and screams of joy from Janet's room.
   Chapter 37
   HENRY (Saturday about 6:15 PM 12/10)
   As Steven had put it last night, time for some serious fornication!
   Bellana fit with us perfectly.  She was a month younger than us, so we
could treat her as the baby ("You do that and you'd better spoil me
rotten!").
   From the moment we'd danced when we met her, Janet and I were in love
with her -- and she with us!  We meshed together spiritually, and we were
excellent matches physically.  So nice!
   As soon as we shut the door to Janet's bedroom, we took Bellana's hands
and _merged_ with her.
   I told her, "Bellana, I love you.  You have captured my heart and I
willingly give it to both you and Janet.  She is my Moonlight who
illuminates the world's joy.  You, sweet Bellana, are my Starlight whose
myriad, ever-changing patterns both enthrall me with wonder but help to
guide me and keep my path true."
   I kissed her warmly.  She kissed me back.  She told us, "Henry -- Toro
-- Warrior-Heart, from the moment we first met, I've loved you.  I never
thought a man could be so caring and warm.  Steven showed me the light, but
you, Toro, led me into it from the gray shadows where I'd been living."
   "Janet, your loveliness of body and spirit has inflamed me from the
moment we met today.  All day I have longed to taste your sweetness, stroke
your hot skin with all my body and make you scream in loving torment."
   Janet told her, "Your sweet smell and smooth touch arouse a fire within
me I'd never thought to feel.  You and I fit together so well, I can tell
no difference between our desires at times.  Your eagerness, joy and love
for us fills my heart with so much love for you both, at times I feel I
cannot bear it." They also exchanged enthusiastic kisses.
   Janet and I each grabbed a Bellana arm and leg and tossed her on the bed
where she squirmed, laughed, and winked her pussy and pucker at us.  Janet
and I trapped her between us and molested her.
   Jet-black hair almost to her shoulders, so fine and glossy it gleamed in
the light, perfect for running the fingers through.
   Eyes the deep blue of the evening sky, full of laughter and love, joyful
to dive into and lose oneself then delightful to kiss away the tears of
happiness.
   Delicate ears.  Nibbling on her earlobes made her quiver and laugh. 
Sweet eyes, sweet nose, sweet cheeks and a mouth made for laughter and
kissing -- it was doing both!
   Slender arms which produced goose bumps when we licked inside her elbow.
Lovely tawny skin all over -- built to touch gently and caress.  We did.
   Hard, conical, perfectly-sized and placed breasts which didn't change
shape no matter her position, topped with lovely tasty areolae and nipples
which perked up almost an inch.
   Hard flat stomach, built to rest your head on.  Navel we could make an
innie or an outie and sensitive to our tongues.
   A small tuft of black hair on her mound, perfect for inspecting with the
nose and mouth.
   Shaved labia, swollen and pink with excitement, oozing tasty honey water
for us to sample despite the tampon.  We sampled and her hips bounced in
excitement.
   A neat pink clitty poking its head out and begging for attention.  It
got a lot, with squeals and hip bounces aplenty.
   Smooth long legs tapering down to lovely feet and very-nibbleable toes.
We nibbled them.
   A hard butt with a wonderful dark pink rosette tucked in between the
cheeks.  Ooo!  It winked at us!  It deserved licks and kisses -- and got
them while Bellana moaned and squirmed.
   Sneak attack!  Bellana and I trapped Janet and held her down despite her
(very weak) struggles.  We kissed and licked her face.  We admired her firm
breasts and nipples with both our hands and our mouths ("Janet, I've wanted
to do this all day!") while she quivered and shook.
   We sampled her golden-haired pussy and pronounced her nectar to be a
vintage year.  Her sweet clitty got so much attention it almost made her
come.  Our tongues and fingers inspected her pucker-hole while she
"protested," squirmed and sighed in contentment.
   Argh!  Once again the women defeated me!  They pinned me on my back, and
I was helpless against their wiles.  Janet told Bellana, "Us girls have
both boobs and pussies to play with.  Guys have little nipples -- sometimes
okay -- but they do have this *thing* down here which does some interesting
things when you give it some serious attention."
   Two hot mouths and tongues along with four cool hands explored Little
Henry and his support system.  Small fingernails lightly scratched my balls
while the shaft got synchronized licks and kisses on each side all the way
up and down.  My hands caressed delicious butts, very wet pussies and hot
breasts.
   We _linked_ -- no leakage, this was *our* private time for love.
   I got hot suction and swirling tongues from first one then the other. 
Cool hands stroked up and down, going faster and faster -- until finally, I
surrendered completely and tried to drown the tonsils in the mouth holding
me.
   They grabbed me one from the other, trying to capture my spurts in their
mouths -- some success, but both laughing faces had plentiful white
decorations with a couple on their chests.  I didn't bruise their butts
with my squeezing but not by much.
   When my fall from grace was complete, they sucked and stroked again,
milking every drop from my softening shaft.
   I watched my ladies on their knees sharing their captured prizes on
their tongues with laughing, happy kisses while their slick hard nipples
and breasts dueled with each other, their hands explored each other's hard
butts, and gold and black pubic hair tangled together.  They licked each
other's faces and bodies clean with giggles, laughs and happy sighs.
   They toppled slowly on their sides, and we moved together until Bellana
lay on her back, her legs spread wide, with Janet atop her kissing her
tawny chest.  Bellana and I traded the taste with hard, tongue-filled
kisses until our saliva washed it away.
   Janet moved down further, tonguing her navel and nuzzling her black
patch.  I tenderly mauled Bellana's breast with my hand, while she mauled
the other.
   Janet slipped down between Bellana's legs and stroked her inner thighs
with her hot tight nipples and breasts.  She gave Bellana soft nibbles and
kisses from the knees to the pussy and several tiny licks on her swollen,
eager labia.  The intoxicating fragrance from between Bellana's legs filled
the room.
   Janet gave her long slow licks right up the middle of her slit --
Bellana shrieked and thrashed around as a hard orgasm spread its warmth
through us.  We _felt_ her pussy walls clamp down on her tampon and saw her
juice squeezing right out of it; Janet sucked it up as fast as she could
while running the tip of her tongue over everything else she could reach.
The taste was at least as good as the smell!
   I licked, nuzzled and kissed Bellana's breasts all over -- such lovely
creations -- as several minor releases washed their warmth over us.
   Janet took Bellana's tampon string and moved it in a circle while
pulling out very slowly.  We _felt_ Bellana move up towards another climax
while she bounced her hips and keened her pleasure with every breath.
   Janet pulled the tampon out with little jerks of maybe a quarter-inch.
With every jerk, she gave Bellana's proud-standing clit a little flick with
her tongue -- Bellana shrieked, thrashed her head around and bounce her
hips off the mattress -- the pressure for her release grew higher and
higher.
   We danced above our bodies in glee, moving around and through each
other, _showing_ one another our love and happiness.
   Janet gave the tampon a final tug, pulled it out and tossed it over her
shoulder, put her mouth over Bellana's flooded glory hole and tried to
tickle her navel from the inside with her tongue.
   Bellana's body went rigid as every muscle locked up -- I squeezed both
her breasts hard (_"So good!"_ she moaned), vacuumed up as much breast and
nipple as I could and SUCKED!
   Janet got her hands under Bella's butt, squeezed them hard, clamped her
mouth over her glory hole and SUCKED!
   The heat rushed through us for several long seconds then died down a
little.  Bellana's muscles unlocked, she thrashed around, managed to suck
in a deep breath then another, even harder contraction hit us!
   Bellana screamed and locked up again!  Janet and I sucked again while
above, we spirit-laughed and bounced around in joy!
   Three more times she screamed then suddenly went limp and lay gasping
for breath -- she'd fainted.
   We weren't concerned.  The three of us chased each other about, bouncing
off the walls and giving each other hard spirit hugs with complex windings,
slidings then a firm compression through each other.
   ------
   JANET
   Toro and I slid up beside Bellana, snuggled up close and caressed and
kissed her while telling her how much she meant to us and how our love for
her consumed us.
   When her body recovered, the little vixen ate it up!  She cooed at us,
"Now *that's* the way to spoil the baby!  I expect it at least three times
a day!"
   We slugged down lots of water, smooched a bit then I found myself at the
bottom of a pile with Toro's head between my legs.
   Damn!  According to Toro, I smell as good as Bellana, just a bit
different.  When he ran his tongue right up the middle of my pussy, I
thought the top of my head would come off!  I _saw_ my body jump about a
foot off the bed and an instant pulse of fire run through it, but -- damn,
keep doing it!
   Toro tugged my tampon out with his teeth.  He reminded me what he'd do
if the string broke and stroked my very wet pucker with his finger. 
Another hop off the bed!
   He tugged a little, licked a little then did it again (_"Yes!  Do
me!"_). Every movement sent another surge of pleasure and energy through
me, building me up for a wonderful release!
   By the time he worked the tampon out, my hips were bouncing around on
the bed and my whole body was shaking.  Does that make me a Mover and a
Shaker?
   Then he started in for real!  Long, slow licks from my pucker all the
way up to Miss Clitty.  He lubed up one of his long, strong fingers and
pushed it right up my glory hole!  Fuck it felt good!  When he stroked
slowly, we gasped for breath -- and when he got two then three fingers in
and stroking slowly (he's still licking away on other parts), I came!
   Long, slow comes.  Bellana kissed my boobs, licked my nipples, kissed my
mouth (of course I kissed her back!) and in general got me back for what
I'd done to her earlier.  They kept it up forever!  Must have been at least
five minutes of continuous sweetness.  Bellana backed off me for a minute
then waved something in front of my face.
   A condom!  YES!  THANK YOU BIG BROTHER!  I panted with anticipation. 
"Yes!  Now!  Please...  My Toro!  Ravage me with your magnificent cock!  On
top of me!  Cover me and make us scream with joy!"
   Toro sat up then he and Bellana got the condom on while I bounced my
butt off the bed in eagerness with my muscles quivering and my pussy
fluttering.
   My pussy flooded juice in a continuous stream running right down my
pucker and dripping off my butt.  Toro leaned forward between my legs,
kissed each nipple and scooted up.
   Bellana guided him to the exact place he belonged -- he stopped for a
moment while Bellana moved up along side me then with one slow stroke, he
slid his hot hard staff in all the way to the bottom!
   The penetration, the stretching -- the *wonderful* feeling of fullness!
The remnants of my hymen gave up without the slightest trace of discomfort,
and we _felt_ the glorious sensations of Toro inside me!
   I screamed and thrashed -- fuck it was wonderful!  The heat from my
climax flooded everything with sensual pleasure, and every muscle in my
body convulsed at the same time.
   I must have climaxed for several minutes straight with my pussy
squeezing Toro as hard as it could and Bellana kissing me and stroking my
breasts.  Damn they were good to me!
   Finally we settled down to the occasional pussy-clench, and I could
finally breathe with some manner of control.  We smiled and smiled and
smiled, danced around with lots of spirit-hugs and ENJOYED!
   We dove inside my vagina to check it out.  No light but who needs light
when you're a spirit able to perceive damn near anything?
   It was a really tight fit.  Bellana informed us, "Nice and squishy. 
How's all the pussy juice going to get out?  Maybe it won't and Toro will
pump it up inside you and it'll come out your nose?" She had a huge grin.
   "Okay, Toro -- give it a stroke." He obliged, pulling out until he was
barely in.  What a feeling of loss and emptiness!
   He slowly stroked back in and between his hard cock and the flooding
pussy juice inside, it felt as if I were stretched beyond any possibility
of recovering.  We *loved* it!  It felt so good and we felt so close!
   I straightened my legs out, slipped my heels behind his knees and met
each thrust with my own.  We had just the right speed to keep those
wonderful sensations building and building to another inevitable climax!
   It built higher and higher until it seemed we couldn't go any more
without us screaming!  We thrust more gently for a while and it died down a
bit.
   We came up again and clung to the edge for several sweet painful moments
then Bellana squeezed both my nipples at once, hard!  Fuck!  We fell over
the edge!
   I screamed and thrashed around; my pussy clenched down HARD on Toro with
my face buried on his shoulder.  I pulled him in as hard as I could with my
legs, and we pounded into each other harder and harder, gradually building
up both the speed and the force until we were splattering pussy juice all
over and convulsing with joy.
   Finally, we came down far enough to breathe again and relaxed a little,
panting and gasping as aftershocks raced through us.  Bellana caressed us,
kissed us and shared our love.
   Our bodies dozed while above them we spirit-hugged, spirit-butt-bounced
and danced in celebration of virginity lost!
   ------
   BELLANA (Saturday about 7:30 PM 12/10)
   I felt almost as tired as if I'd been the one getting pounded with
Toro's spear.  _Sharing_ those sensations had given me a couple light
climaxes too; nice warm ones flooding in.
   As they lay dozing, I spread Janet's legs and cleaned her up.  She was
wet from her mound half-way down her legs and across her pucker-hole to her
back!  She smelled and tasted wonderful and I took full advantage of both.
   When she was clean, I pulled the condom off Toro and cleaned him up. 
Soft, he was different but tasted great!  As I cleaned up his balls and
pubic hair, he stirred around and got hard again.  Yes!
   We had a pee call and got some more water.  I dashed out to the kitchen
to get a few snacks to feed the troops.  Buck-naked!  Yes!  Every step I
took, my boobs bounced and I sloshed a little pussy water down my legs. 
Yes!
   We still had several hours before we had to be home, so we took our time
sucking down a few sodas and a couple sandwiches apiece.
   We finished eating and snuggled up, sharing warm kisses, gentle caresses
and loving hugs -- both body-hugs and spirit-hugs.  It's so much fun
finding out you're a spirit and what you can do!
   We pinned Toro down -- he made a lot of arm-waves, moans and groans but
we overcame!  After we tormented him a while, we spread him out on his
back, I climbed up on his face with my hands against he wall and sat on his
mouth!  He gave me wonderful licks all around my pucker-hole, nibbles,
kisses and licks right up my labia and little flicks across my clitty, too!
   Janet straddled his chest behind me and hugged me from behind.  She
caressed my hot boobs, stroked my aching nipples, nibbled my ear and by
turning my head, we shared hot kisses with lots of tongue!  She had such a
sweet mouth!
   She occasionally reached down and diddled my clitty -- when Toro's mouth
wasn't on it!  I kept getting higher and higher, and finally they let me
come!  Dear God, what a rush!
   I screamed until my throat was sore, tried to smother Toro (but he had a
strong arm holding me off) and almost fell over!  Toro thrust in and
stroked his finger in and out -- so good!  I clamped down on it time and
time again, but he kept stroking.
   They made me keep my hands on the wall, so I was helpless before their
determined attack!  (Helpless?  Yeh, right; bring it ON!) Finally they
relented a little bit, let me come down so I could pant instead of
desperately gasp for air and warned me, "You ain't seen nothin' yet!"
   They finally let me take my hands off the wall, so I ran my fingers
through Toro's hair and caressed his face while he gently stroked my
stomach, boobs and face.
   He told me, "I love you, my Starlight.  You fill us with joy by your
presence here with us."
   Janet whispered, "Your sweet heart and love fills me with hope for love
eternal; I love you, my Nova."
   I loved them so much I almost melted down!
   Janet and Toro slid me down towards Toro's hips.  I got my legs under me
enough to raise my hips, eased backwards and found Janet guiding his staff
right to my hole!
   She moved the head around my slit, rubbed Miss Clitty with it a few
times then parked it just right and let me ease down on it as fast or slow
as I wished.
   We were so wet just a little pressure popped the head in -- Oh God! 
Intense orgasm!  I screamed, thrashed around, lost my balance and impaled
myself in one rush, all the way to the bottom!
   I thrashed around on his stiff dick -- it felt so wonderful!  -- Toro
squeezed my boobs and nipples hard (exactly right!) and Janet slid a very
wet finger over Miss Clitty!  I screamed and came for at least five minutes
while they supported me, loved me and kept me going!
   Finally I collapsed onto Toro's chest.  When I got my breath back, we
rolled on my side with Toro still inside me and rested a little more. 
Janet kept caressing and kissing me everywhere she could and Toro kept
those long, slow wonderful strokes going.
   Janet and Toro told me, "We can spend the nights together and have lots
of opportunities -- so we're going to do you *good* so you can last at
least one night without us!"
   ------
   HENRY
   We moved around and got Bellana on her hands and knees with me behind
her looking at her beautiful butt, glistening pucker-hole and sweet
dripping pussy.  Janet slid underneath her with her legs spread outside
Bellana's knees and kissed her mouth, her face, her arms and (by bringing
her knees up and sliding down a ways) her breasts and nipples.
   I knee-walked up behind Bellana, positioned everything just right and
slid Little Henry home deep into her hot, wet, quivering pussy!
   Bellana came immediately and screamed with every breath.  Her hips
thrashed forward and back, stroking her pussy over me.  I held on to her
hips and steadied her from side to side then aided and abetted her
stroking. She thrust backwards *hard*, right through her orgasm clenches!
   I met her strokes with mine and our bodies met with loud squishes and
smacks.  Janet held her upper-body weight easily, reached up with one hand
and stroked her clit.
   We stepped it up and up until we couldn't bear it any longer.  All at
the same time, Janet pinched her own clit, she pinched Bellana's clit and I
shoved my wet index finger through her pucker-hole while I socked myself
into her as hard and as deep as I could.
   Janet came.  Bellana came.  I came.  We _shared_.  We let it echo back
and forth between us a little bit to build up more.  We started a major
screaming contest and as I decorated Bellana's cervix, we hung on to
whatever we could and we let it all happen.
   We wailed, thrashed around, screamed, came time and time again, thrashed
and screamed some more then finally collapsed into a mound of exhausted,
satiated flesh while we chased each other around the room, through our
bodies and each other and shared spirit-hugs and spirit-kisses until our
bodies simply couldn't move any more.
   Chapter 38
   STEVEN (Saturday evening 12/10)
   As we listened to the screams of joy from Janet's bedroom, we _felt_ a
major orgasm flood over us from Mom and Blake!  It was the most intense,
clear and joyous one we'd ever felt from them, full of the sensations we'd
so recently enjoyed ourselves and full of love, fulfillment and happiness.
   I don't think we'd leaked any, and we hadn't _felt_ the Wild Bunch
leaking, but probably some of our spirit-happiness had gotten to them.  All
seven of us were totally content.
   The Wild Bunch and we bounced around together in the apartment, playing
tag, hide and seek and any other silly games we could think of.  We decided
to be really sneaky and take a look at Mom and Blake -- we tried to sneak
in on them.
   They were in Blake's bedroom, tired, soaking wet with sweat and other
fragrant tasty bodily fluids -- and they were above, looking at their
bodies.  They'd remembered how to free themselves!
   We snuck up on them (how does a spirit sneak?  We just *do* it),
spirit-goosed them and chased each other around in a wild dance.
Toro: _"Welcome to freedom."_
Bellana: _"Welcome to a completely different state of mind, where you
know you're not bound to the flesh which can be abused."_
Lucia: _"Welcome to love and happiness like you shared with me and for
which I love you."_
Toro: _"Hi, Dad!"_
   Janet and me: _"Hi, Mom!"_
   Janet: _"By the way, since you're out and about, could you pick us up a
pizza?"_
Mom and Blake: Laughing.  _"You little shits!  How long have you known
we could do this?"_
   Janet: _"It really dawned on us what we were doing this morning while we
were at Universal Studios.  We three chased each other around half the time
and scared every duck, goose and cat around out of their skin or
feathers."_
Me: _"Then, while Bob was bringing us home, all of us started playing,
bouncing around, going through things and having a great time!  Welcome to
life!  We're hungry, how about some dinner?"_
Mom and Blake: _"You've survived this long -- feed yourselves.  We'll be
over in forty-five minutes or so and beat your butts!" Nasty laugh._
   Us: _"Argh!  Eeek!  The evil spirit-monsters will be after us!  Alas! 
All is lost!"_ Exit stage whatever-direction with dancing and laughter.
   We "fled" back to our place, nudged our bodies awake and cleaned up.
   Lucia and I took a shower.  Not that we needed it, mind you, but we
reeked with the wonderful fragrance of sex.  We restrained ourselves in the
shower; we got the final soap rinsed off and dried ourselves most of the
way before we lost it.
   Lucia sat on the bathroom counter atop her towel, spread her legs, and I
thrust deeply inside her.  She wrapped her legs around my waist, and we had
a happy, humpy, slightly-frantic-at-the-end, perfectly delightful quickie!
   Of course I had to clean up the delicious drippings, and Lucia slipped
in a few extra climaxes while I sucked her clean -- of course, I had to
ensure her wonderful nipples were clean, too!
   ------
   LOUISE
   We met Bellana, Lucia's younger sister.  She was a totally gorgeous
young lady (physically and spiritually), and it was completely transparent
she, Toro and Janet were together with each other.
   Those sneaky little shits!  They'd known Blake and I had been _leaking_
all over the place since Wednesday night, and they'd conveniently
"forgotten" to mention how to stop the leaks.
   So we'd shared our sex lives with those five hellions for the past
several days!  If it hadn't been so funny, we would have been really
pissed!
   With an innocent smile, Janet pointed out, "It was definitely
educational.  When it came time for us three girls, we hadn't the least bit
of fear, since you'd shown us how joyful and happy it would be."
   Blake, with unusual tact, asked them, "So the cat's out of the bag and
the dicks have been in the pussies, eh?"
   All five gave a deep sigh, smiled their best smiles and told us, "Oh,
YEH!"
   Toro, with his bull's balls, was the one to ask flat out, "Okay, we've
all had intercourse, we loved it, we love each other and we'll want to do
it again."
   The four others chimed in, "*Frequently!"*
   Toro continued, "Being our parents, what are your thoughts?"
   Blake and I _discussed_ it between ourselves.  Amazing how rapidly and
deeply you can communicate everything when you're not bound by a body's
communication levels!
   I was spokesman, I guess.  "Okay, a couple points.  First, the legal
ones.
   "Three of you are fourteen.  That's under the age of consent here, so
it's probably a couple counts of statutory rape for Toro -- if anyone
decides to care.  Steven and Lucia, at sixteen, are a little better off but
not much.
   "The major risk lies with me and Blake.  If some nosy-ass social worker
found out and wanted to make a stink, we could end up in jail.  Blake would
probably be the 'wife' of a very large guy named Bubba or something, and
I'd probably end up some bull-dyke's sweetie pie.  Plenty of sex but not
the kind we prefer.
   "Janet, Toro and Steven would end up in the county's oh-so-wonderful
foster care, which is probably as well-run as Lucia's county handled her
case.
   "Lucia and Bellana, who knows?  Maybe on probation until hell freezes
over?
   "At any rate, somewhere, no matter what you and we have done or
*haven't* done, some fuckwad has a law we're breaking.
   "On the other hand, having observed all of you as *spirits*, your
relationships have nothing to do, really, with the age of your physical
bodies.  Blake and I have already observed in the last half-hour or so that
*all* of us are *much* older than our bodies.  Just with a quick glance, I
have some crystal-clear memories running back well over a million years --
and I have no doubt you do, too.
   "So it comes down to this as I see it: in public, you are models of
decorum.  Your love for each other will show, there's no doubt, but you
don't have to grab each other's butts, balls and boobs and trade
roto-rooter kisses.  You *are* old enough to know how to carry it off.
   "In private, you may do what you wish so long as you have each other's
agreement.  If you want to engage in a 'who can have the most orgasms in an
hour' contest on the kitchen table, it's up to you -- but preferably not
while we're at dinner.
   "We don't see how we can dictate your sleeping arrangements.  You *are*
old enough to handle that.  Just remember, you all still have school
obligations to meet.  If grades go down, so do your opportunities for fun
and games.
   "The major issue will probably be your parents, Lucia and Bellana.  How
do you suppose they will handle this when they find out Bellana was in a
heavy-duty threesome, and Lucia and Steven were screwing each other's
brains out?"
   They _talked_ very quickly between themselves.  Lucia told us, "Well,
they're actually pretty liberal when it comes to sex.  Talking to Mama, she
was fifteen and Papa was about fourteen when they lost theirs -- not with
each other; they didn't even know each other then.
   "So our ages probably won't make much difference.  It'll be a question
of the suitability of the relationships.  On one hand, we're very young in
the 'normal' world for a sustained sexual relationship like we want; on the
other hand, they're totally happy with Steven and at least have had a good
introduction to Henry.
   "Henry, Steven and Janet are all *very* close friends with Bob Reynolds,
and both Mama and Papa have *complete* confidence in them.  You see, when
we came to Burbank last June, we were destitute.
   "Papa approached Big Dave Reynolds, Bob's father, for a job.  Dave not
only hired him but immediately gave him a 'hiring-on bonus' of enough to
get us a place to live and to eat.  This summer, Bob spent a lot of his own
time helping Papa fix up the house Big Dave found for us.  Bob has worked
with Papa on several jobs, and they admire each other tremendously.
   "In addition, both Bellana and I had been terribly frightened of men. 
Since we came to Burbank and met Bob and Dave, it's eased off tremendously.
We even enjoyed dancing with Bob, George and Dave at Natalie's birthday
party.  They've seen a tremendous difference in me in just two evenings
with Steven and they are overjoyed I might have a chance finally to be
happy.
   "Bellana was almost raped twice, so she was pretty much in the same
situation.  We think they'd be ecstatic we found such sweet wonderful men
-- and a lovely woman -- who don't give a flying fuck what happened to us
and love us for who we are.
   "My suggestion is you get together with them socially and, with your
high-end diplomatic skills, see what they think and convince them.
   "They wouldn't necessarily allow every-night sleepovers and orgies
but... if we don't ask, we probably won't get."
   Blake said dryly, "That bit of flattery probably rubbed off from Steven
and Toro, eh?"
   Lucia grinned.  "Probably didn't hurt to have two such wonderful
examples!"
   I announced, "It's a plan then.  How about we try for a picnic tomorrow
around noon.  It'll be a non-threatening, relaxed environment and Blake and
I can get a lot of chatting in with your folks while you guys show how
happy you are together -- *but no screwing in the park*!
   "Also, I'm taking Steven and Janet with me to the clinic tomorrow
morning.  We'll get a complete series of tests so *everyone* knows we're
clean.  I'm going back on the pill and, unless I hear different, Janet's
going on.  It takes two cycles to be effective, so I'll get us fitted with
diaphragms.  It's not that I'm against babies but they're not exactly what
we need right now."
   Blake put in, "Henry and I will go get tested also.  I don't think they
can fit *us* with diaphragms, but I'm sure we'll be glad to help ensure you
ladies have good fits."
   Henry offered, "I'll do a personal inspection!"
   I asked, "Lucia, Bellana, what's your status?"
   Bellana told us, "We've both been on the pill for about ten months now
-- just in case.  We had a test series just before school, but we should
get them quarterly for a while, so it's time anyway.  Mama and Papa will
have no problem with it."
   Blake said, "I think the clinic opens about 10:00 on Sundays.  We'll go
first thing and meet about noon.  We can work out the exact timing on the
fly -- I have a feeling communicating with each other won't be a problem."
   There were lots of grins and laughs.
   Steven informed us, "By the way, I _looked_ at Mama and Papa Sonora
pretty intensely Thursday when I met them and Bob, George and Sherry
probably worked them over pretty good this morning.  From what I've seen,
if they have the ability, they've already started to 'remember' how to
communicate like this and I'm willing to bet next week's allowance by
Sunday after the picnic, Mom and Blake will have them _talking_ like we do.
I _saw_ a lot of potential in them."
   ------
   HENRY
   We pitched in and made some dinner.  I don't know how Louise did it but
she managed to have exactly the right kind of food in the right amount to
feed seven ravenous lovers so they got their energy back -- we needed it.
The guys cleaned up afterwards; we had to show off how macho we were by
doing these non-macho things.
   We snuggled and cuddled for a half-hour or so before Lucia and Bellana
needed to be home.  Steven, Janet and I walked them home -- we _linked_ and
danced all the way!
   Lucia and Bellana asked Mama Sonora if they could go to the clinic
tomorrow.  Lucia slipped in, _"Steven's mom will take us all."_ Mama didn't
have any problem with it; she seemed to accept mental talking without
raising an eyebrow.
   Without looking at him, Lucia asked Papa, _"Papa, Steven's mother asked
if we could all have a picnic together tomorrow afternoon -- with you and
Mama.  Is that okay?"_
   Papa spit back without a pause, _"Fine.  We'd like to meet the parents
of such a lady and gentleman."_
   Well, Steven was right, but they were even further ahead than we thought
they'd be.
   Mama and Papa politely looked the other way while Steven and Lucia
kissed, and Janet and I molested Bellana.  We told Bellana, _"Let's get
together about 11:00 tonight and party!" Grin!_
   Bellana: _"I'll be more than ready; come on over when you are." Panting
and wet pussy._
On the way back, Steven and I literally tossed Janet around as we
danced. It's pretty hard to miss when you're all _linked_.
   Dad and Louise were spending the night at Janet's place, so Janet and I
went over to my room.  Steven told us he and Lucia were getting together
later, too.
   Janet and I made our extensive bedtime preparations: brush the teeth,
strip down, grab a towel and hop in.  We snuggled for a few minutes then
left our bodies to fend for themselves and popped over to visit Bellana.
   She was already in bed, nekkid and waiting for us.  We saw her nipples
were already stiff, her pussy and fingers were soaking wet and observed,
_"You started without us!  Good for you!"_
   Janet and I dove in to assist her.  We three _joined_ up to _share_ her
body.  While the three of us danced around the room sharing spirit-hugs and
kisses, we drove Bellana through three pretty loud orgasms which we
delightfully shared.
   We deliberately let things leak to Mama and Papa Sonora, and after a bit
we _felt_ them having fun, too!  We noticed Steven and Lucia going at it
the same way we were, so we _linked_ to share their bodies too.
   We put a light _link_ into Mama and Papa, at least from us to them, and
after about ten minutes of real fun and games, all of us came at the same
time.  Wow!
   After Lucia and Bellana had tucked towels between their legs to catch
the drippings, we Fearsome Five joined up and went exploring.  We had an
idea where the Starlight Bowl was, so we kind of hunted up streets until we
found it.
   It was a neat place up in the hills.  The temperature was pretty chilly
though, so we decided to postpone a physical visit until we had a warm
night.
   We streaked up and down the streets and spied on couples making out in
the movie theaters.  With a few tweaks from a phantom tongue and fingers we
caused several very wet panties and cum-soaked underwear.  Nasty!
   ------
   JANET
   We stayed out late, dancing the streets.  We were above, below and in
the street, as well as thousands of feet in the air.  We tagged along with
a few of the airplanes taking off and landing at Bob Hope airport, checked
out some of the passengers' fears and investigated the insides of jet
engines running at full power.  Yowsah!  We'd get in front of the intake,
let ourselves be "sucked" in, we'd spin around, get all fired up then get
shoved out the back.  Of course, we had to pretend the air could affect us,
but it was a fun game.
   Probably about 4:00, we streamed back to our bodies.  Toro and I brought
Bellana along with us for our own little party.  I ran my hands over Toro's
back and everywhere I could reach, while Bellana and I extended ourselves
to her body at her place, woke it up and caressed it.  Great!  Another
three-way!
   They got me off to several *very* nice orgasms.  We dug out a condom and
Toro stroked into me so smoothly and wonderfully!  We shared the sensation
with Bellana, mocked up a phantom penis for her, and Toro made love to both
of us at the same time!
   After several wonderful releases, he shoved a wet phantom finger up each
our butts and wiggled it wildly around!  I don't think we woke anyone up
with our noises, but if we did, who cared?
   We quieted down, got our bodies cleaned up a little from the fluids and
sweat and put them back to sleep.  The three of us spent the rest of the
night spirit-cuddling and hugging.
   ------
   BOB (Saturday night 12/10)
   What an adventure!  Steven and Lucia "visiting" each other the previous
night was one thing and sending sensations wasn't a surprise, but knowingly
leaving the bodies (with a little caretaker presence or streamer) and
moving around was an incredible breakthrough.  Nat, Mother, Father and I
had experienced being totally out of our bodies last Sunday, but we hadn't
been in control of it.  Trust the Wild Bunch to come up with something! 
Winners!
   After we'd dropped off the Fearsome Five, Sherry, George, Nat and I
caught some In and Out Burger.  I dropped the three of them off to get
cleaned up, took a quick shower at my place then went back over to
Natalie's.
   We snuggled and snogged in the den for a while -- her mouth is so sweet
and her nipples so hard!
   When George and Sherry came, we discussed what we'd done earlier. 
Natalie told us, "Lucia and I discussed a bit if it would be possible to
leave the body entirely.  No links, no 'caretaker,' nada.  Bob, Dave,
Elizabeth and I did it last Sunday night, but we weren't controlling the
initial departure -- in the middle of surfing the tsunami, who knows what
actually happened.  I think it's entirely possible to do it with complete
control, and I think we should try it."
   George said, "The worst thing which could happen is the body would die
-- and so far, you've shown it's an extremely low probability."
   Sherry offered, "Probably it would 'act' as if it were asleep."
   I told them, "I'm willing to try it."
   Natalie wasn't so sure.  "I'm willing to experiment on George."
   Sherry pretended to sneer at her, "Thanks heaps."
   We decide I would try.  I lay down on the sofa and relaxed while Natalie
hovered nearby holding my hand.  We moved out of our bodies as we'd done
earlier today with no problems.
   I asked, "Ready?  I'm going for it." I did my best to move out entirely,
with no connections or anything left behind.
   Well, my body decided it needed a nice rest and appeared to be in a deep
sleep.  I asked, _"Does *that* tell us something?"_
George: _"Yeh, don't do it while you're driving."_ Laughter from us all.
Natalie: _"Good point.  The Wild Bunch today bounced all around the
studio lot but had good links back to their bodies.  I noticed while they
were 'out and about' the most, they were standing in line for something or
sitting somewhere.  It would be interesting to find out how far we could be
away and still control the body."_
Sherry: _"Well, from your guy's experience and from what Steven and
Lucia did, distance probably isn't a factor.  Guess it's open to
experimentation."_
I said, _"Makes sense.  As a starting point, I'd suggest we keep the
bodies somewhere safe, such as in bed, when we go off adventuring.  If it
moves while we're gone, will we be able to find it?  Would it make any
difference?"_
George: _"What happens if the spirit gets lost?  *Can* it get lost?"_
Sherry: _"My hypothesis is the body will live on the way it is now until
it starves to death, and the spirit will go on literally forever without
it."_
Natalie: _"Not to be mystic but I have some memories of other bodies,
earlier.  Some go back...  millions of years.  Or even longer."_
Me: _"I just looked too and have the same type of memories.  I'd say the
spirit is independent of the body, but the body is not independent of a
spirit."_
All: _"Agreed."_
Me: _"Okay.  One of the things I noticed today was most of us, when we
were outside, seemed to be of a certain size -- about the physical-universe
size of a basketball.  Steven mentioned he'd found spirits of different
'sizes,' and I'm sure he didn't mean physical size.  At the moment, I feel
as if I'm about the size of a basket ball; let's see if I can change it."
Movement._
_"Yep.  Doesn't matter, I can expand to any size, like pervading an
area. Also, it's not a shape, it can be anything."_
   We decided we should all do the experiment.  To keep our bodies safe, we
decided to leave them all in our bedroom.  If one moved, the worst thing
which could happen is it would fall a couple feet to the floor.  Every one
of us had fallen out of bed before, laugh, so no big deal.
   I got a couple extra pillows, everyone took off their shoes (Ana would
kill us slowly otherwise), and we climbed on.  George and Sherry
immediately snuggled up together and sighed.  "Feels *nice*."
   Natalie said, "Okay you two, don't corrupt us innocents here."
   Nat and I got on and snuggled up ourselves.  Nat grabbed my hand and
pulled it down to her butt.  "Great place for it," she told me.  We kissed
gently, and I said to everyone, "Okay, everyone into the pool!"
   We popped completely out.  We experimented with sizes, shapes, locations
within the room and decided it was totally up to the individual, there
seemed to be no "natural" form, shape or size.
   We went to the living room then back to the bedroom.  George suggested,
_"It looks as if we use reference points for location.  Let's use this
bedroom for the moment as a Primary Reference Point; that way, if we get
too confused somewhere, we can probably get back here."_
   Sherry: _"We'll probably have quite a few Major Reference Points; each
one depending on the individual person.  I'd say mine would start out as my
bedroom, the dining room at Natalie's, this bedroom, George's place and the
carousel at the Media Center."_
George: _"It's possibly plain math.  In three-dimensional space, 3
coordinates define a point.  So long as we agree on the coordinate system,
we can share them."_
Me: _"Now, while we were connected to our bodies, when we went somewhere
else, we traveled the intervening space.  One of the ideas we used to keep
from leaking was to 'teleport' or not use the space between.  Should we be
able to do that?"_
Sherry: _"Probably a bit of *what* we do, not *how* we do it."_
Me: _"Okay, let's all decide to *be* in the living room here and do it,
not go from here to there but *be* there.  On three...  1, 2, 3."_
We were all there.  None of us had any sensation of "traveling."
Natalie: _"Now the carousel at the Media Center; let's give it a shot.  If
I get lost, I'll come back here.  Go!"_
   We were there.  There was music, people and the carousel going around.
   Natalie: _"Great!  We can get directions from someone.  Just don't
expect the guys to ask, they never do!" Evil grin.  Groans from George and
me._
George: _"From this little experiment, if one of us knows where a
place/location is, we can all know it.  How about someplace none of us has
been?  Is there any built-in mechanism to locate something like that?"_
Natalie: _"After all, we would probably know *something*.  If we decided
on North Dakota, we'd at least know it was in the middle United States. 
After all, we did have *some* geography in school even if George was
mooning over Sherry at the time."_
Sherry: _"How about Yellowstone at Old Faithful?  Anyone been to
Yellowstone?"_
   No one had.
Sherry: _"Let's do it!"_
   We were there.  Simple.
   George: _"Okay, it works.  Back to Bob's bedroom.  Don't connect to the
bodies; we've been out and about for about fifteen minutes, let's see if
there are any changes.  Go!"_
We were back.  We noticed a few changes; George had a hand on Sherry's
breast, I was cupping Natalie's.  Both girls had a good lock on our
crotches.
   George: _"Well...  that says to me sex is a pretty basic function for
bodies."_
We connected back up and enjoyed.  Natalie and I started making out like
bandits.  Her nipples popped up, my dick popped up and we enjoyed.
   I said, "Okay, guys.  Some basic assignments for the weekend; we'll
discuss them Monday night.  Why do we have bodies?  Preliminary assessment
shows we survive as spirits without bodies, so why do we have them?
   "Are there other spirits behaving like us?  To the best of my knowledge,
we're all acting in full control of ourselves, without exterior
compulsions. Are there free spirits without bodies at all?  What are they
doing?  Where are they going?
   "Now's our chance to research some fundamental questions philosophers
have been asking for centuries.  Why are we here?  What are we doing?  Do
we have a purpose?
   "Sunshine and I will fill in the Fearsome Five, experiment a little more
and let's see what we've got on Monday evening.  Agreed?"
   Everyone agreed.
   We piled off our bed; George and Sherry went off in their car while
Natalie and I got ready for bed.
   ------
   NATALIE
   Shit what a rush, the entire day!  When Bob finally came to bed, I was
already panting for him.  I had a towel under my butt, my pussy was
drooling, my tits were aching, and I was ready to party!
   I told him insincerely, "It's about time; I was ready to start without
you."
   He replied, "You multi-orgasmic organisms are all alike; always ready to
go.  We single-orgasmic organisms have to plan things better."
   I gave him back, "Yep.  That's me.  A horn dog!"
   He swept his warm, wet tongue up my pussy, and I lost it immediately.  I
shrieked as an orgasm swept over us and kept on going!  Bob kept licking,
so I put a phantom squeeze on him for a remote hand-job -- I couldn't reach
it with him lying between my legs.
   I squeezed my tits and nipples, pumped Bob and stuck my (phantom) tongue
up his butt!
   He "retaliated" with a phantom finger in my ass and wet suction on my
nipples, my belly button and real physical suction on my clit at the same
time.  I put wet suction on his dick while keeping the hand-job going so we
were both doing each other at the same time.
   WOW!  Gangbusters!  We went off together, and since we were _sharing_
sensations it seemed to go on forever.
   Finally, as I almost passed out, I broke off, panting, "That's one
reason we have bodies.  The sensations are incredible!"
   He told me, "Right!  I came so hard my nuts will probably be aching for
a couple days.  Not even the sex bomb seemed as intense.  May I say you are
the sweetest, loveliest, sexiest creature around?  You smell better than
baked bread and taste better than chocolate cake."
   "Purrr.  You just keep on talking, Sorcerer, you're doing fine."
   We traded sweet somethings and nothings for a while, cleaned up our
(very tired) bodies and let them go to sleep.
   After we put our bodies down, we left them and spent the rest of the
night exploring the world as we knew it.  We visited Paris (we'll always
have Paris), London (Big Ben needs oiling), the Taj Mahal (she must have
been a great lay) and Washington, D.C.  (too much traffic).
   We got pretty dayum good at being where we wanted with any shape and
size we desired.  We enjoyed twisting around each other, _merging_ together
and braiding ourselves like a French Twist or a pretzel and in general,
showing each other how much we loved them.
   ------
   JANET (Sunday 12/11)
   We trotted over to the clinic Sunday morning.  Mom picked up Lucia,
Bellana and Mama Sonora, and we arrived as the doors were opening.
   The exam was interesting.  The instruments were cold, no matter if they
came from a warming oven.  The doctor didn't seem to find anything unusual.
I'll take Toro sticking whatever he wants up there over this.
   They took blood and said they'd have the results by Wednesday; I didn't
expect any problems.  The doctor said when the blood tests came back, if
there weren't any issues, she'd give me a prescription for the pill.
   The diaphragm fitting was just as impressive as the exam...  ho hum! 
However, when we left, Mom and I were the proud owners of fitted diaphragms
with lots of extra spermicide, a host of instructions and an owner's
manual! Wow, it's a good thing we're all nerds and can read instructions.
   Mom and I grinned at each other like we'd won the lottery.  No more
condoms!
   Lucia and Bellana went through their exams with no issues; they'd done
it before, so weren't impressed.  Blake and Henry just had their blood
drawn and they got the same two-day lab wait we did.
   Off to the picnic at McCambridge Park!  Papa Sonora met us there right
around noon like we planned and we partied!
   ------
   LOUISE
   Standard blood tests.  I'd never had a diaphragm before but no big deal.
The doctor poked, prodded, measured, hemmed, hawed and I left with a
diaphragm in place.  Can't wait to try it out!  Janet was grinning like the
Cheshire cat when she came out; I knew she was more than ready to give hers
a road test.
   When I wasn't in the exam room, I chatted with Mama Sonora.  I _linked_
lightly with her, picked her mind for vocabulary and grammar and chatted
away with her in Italian and Spanish.  My accent was probably pure gringo
but she didn't seem to mind.
   However, she _talked_ with me!
   _"Your Steven, he has saved our Lucia from the darkness into which she
had fallen.  Like us, he never believed she was vile or contemptible for
what happened to her.  He led her into the light and helped her feel pride
in herself once again.  I thank you for the way you have brought him up."_
   I told her, _"He learned to respect a woman from Janet, his sister.  He
loves her very much and has learned from her what a woman feels and
wants."_
   _"Louise, I think you give yourself very little credit.  He is a
gentleman, a true Caballero worthy of all the respect our heritage has
taught us."_
   I told her, _"We do our best.  Both your Lucia and Bellana are true
examples of women; you should be proud of them both for coming out the way
they have after what they've been through."_
   She said, _"Ah, Bellana.  Yes, she had some hard times, but your Henry
and Janet have shown her the light, too."_
   I asked, _"It does not bother you she and Janet are both together with
Henry?"_
   _"Pah!  It is nothing.  Papa and I were in a relationship with a distant
cousin of mine for several years before she found a true love.  Just
because we are Spanish and proud of our heritage doesn't mean we are
sheltered or intolerant._
   _"I can see the love among them.  Last night, they came to visit her,
and Steven came to visit Lucia.  Papa and I knew they wanted us to know
about it, because we felt them intentionally sharing what they were doing
with us._
   _"Yes, sex is fun!  Lucia and Bellana are finally able to experience it
too, for which I am truly happy.  But beneath all of it, we felt the love
and respect they had for one another beyond the sex games they played.  And
those games were really something!  Papa and I had a really good time
ourselves!"_
   I told her, _"We'll get Henry and Janet to help teach you all we know
about being a spirit.  They taught Lucia and Bellana in no time at all and
Bob Reynolds truly respects their abilities."_
   _"Righteous Bob!  He and his father saved our butts when we got here. 
We had 15 dollars to our name, knew no one and had no prospects except to
live on the streets and starve -- but better that than to have Lucia and
Bellana continuously assaulted and tormented._
   _"Big Dave took on Papa at once, gave him extra money right away and
found us a house to live in the very first day.  I can see now Big Dave
probably looked at Papa and knew what had happened.  Anyway, we were able
to live and survive because of him._
   _"Righteous Bob helped us fix up the house; it was in really bad shape.
He spent hours there over the summer on his own time and was always trying
to cheer up Lucia and Bellana.  I know he did not feel he was right for
either of them, because while he flirted with both of them, he avoided
becoming serious.  I can now see why when I see his Natalie._
   _"Papa will have no trouble with either Lucia or Bellana.  They both
have school to do, but especially with the help they now have from Bob's
Brain Trust, they will have no problem.  Like you, I will give them freedom
if their grades and attitudes keep up."_
   _"Good!  Being only a couple blocks apart does help in a romance like
theirs."_
   _"Ah, yes!  When Papa and I started getting serious, we were a long hour
away from each other over bad roads.  Do not worry, I will handle Papa.  If
there seems to be any trouble or problems, come to me.  We know who is in
charge of the family, even if the men put on the show of being so macho!"_
   ------
   BLAKE
   It had been a while since Henry and I had been on a picnic and I'd
almost forgotten how much fun they could be, especially with the right
company.  Papa Sonora showed up at McCambridge Park with a batch of carne
assada which really hit the spot.
   The Wild Bunch took off around the park, dancing and laughing as if they
hadn't a care in the world -- which they hadn't, of course.  After watching
them for a while, Papa glanced at me, twisted three of his fingers together
and waved them at me with a questioning look.
   He asked, _"They are three together, yes?"_
   From what Louise had told me about Mama Sonora at the clinic, I figured
Papa was just as advanced as she was.  I responded, _"From what I've seen
of them, yes."_
   _"Hmph!  They carry themselves well; beyond their years.  Most relations
I've seen at their age are awkward, shy and fumbling around.  They seem to
move and act without restraint, yet they are on excellent behavior."_
   I told him, _"Louise and I threatened them with grounding if they did
too much in public.  Many would frown on them because of their age, and
they know it -- we have memories of ages ago and how much of our society
has disapproved of those who did well and were happy."_
   _"Yah!  I see the Toro is alert always.  See the man coming across the
grass?  Toro saw him before he even stepped on the grass, studied him for a
threat then put him on his list for watching.  How did he come to be called
the Toro?"_
   _"Steven should tell you; he talked with Toro and saw between the lines.
Steven!  Tell Papa about the Cojones Del Toro!"_
   Steven told us, _"Yes!  Henry would say it is nothing but..."_
   Steven filled Papa in on what Henry had done.  I again felt pride for my
son.
   I told Papa, _"Henry and Janet are also the best at teaching people how
to do all this mental and spiritual stuff."_
   _"Yah!  And I will bet Mama has already decided what to do about the
relationships Lucia and Bellana have with everyone else.  I will not stand
against her on this; I have never seen them be so happy with someone."_
   ------
   JANET
   Lots of fun at the park!  We Irish-line-danced like we'd done before,
except we kept the sexy parts down to a quiet murmur.  We stayed _linked_
at about 50% most of the time while we spirit-danced and hugged above our
bodies.
   Toro and I _talked_ quickly then he asked, "Bellana, come to the
Christmas Dance with us."
   "Oh, I'd love it!  We can all dance together -- we'll have to practice a
three-way dance!"
   I told them, "I'll bet Elizabeth Reynolds can teach us how!  Come next
Tuesday with us; Steven and Lucia should come, too.  Elizabeth loves to
have lots of people to work with."
   We popped over, and both Steven and Lucia were interested in dancing
lessons from a real professional.  Steven told us, _"Besides, it will give
me an excuse to snuggle up to you two lovely ladies!"_ Lucia laughed, _"And
I get to squeeze Toro's butt!"_
   I had an idea and suggested it to Toro and Bellana.  "We know we can
leave our bodies totally and come back to them.  I wonder if any spirits
have actually *traded* or switched bodies."
   They were interested immediately.  We sat down on the grass in a circle
and leaned back against each other.  We agreed to let go and switch to the
next body on the left.  Boom!  We did.
   Very interesting!  I got "into" Bellana's body.  The best way to put it
is like riding someone else's bicycle.  Same controls, same mechanism, just
arranged and working a little differently.  It took a few seconds to get
used to, but then I was able to clap "my" hands and touch the tip of "my"
nose with "my" fingertip.  Neat!  Bellana had nice hard boobs and her
shaved pussy felt great!  I'm gonna shave mine!
   _"Switch!"_ I got Toro's body.  Lots more differences here.  Size,
angles, weight but still the same controls.  Damn he was hard and strong.
Where Bellana and my bodies felt round and firm, his felt straight and hard
-- and not just his dick, either!  After a few seconds I was able to pick
"my" nose just as well as he could.  Don't all guys do that?  I even
managed to bring up a manly belch and get out a loud fart!
   Toro told me, _"Gross!  You're as bad as I am!  Okay, ladies, another
switch back to our own bodies."_
   We switched and stood up, again leaning back against each other.  We did
another round of switching; again Bellana's body felt a bit more familiar,
while with Toro's, the balance was different.  The hips were different and
with no tits, the spine angle was quite different.  However, those were
actually fairly minor.
   After we'd gotten back to our own bodies, we stood apart from one
another and did another round.  No sweat, none of us fell down.
   We walked slowly and did another couple rounds of switching.  Again, not
a bit of trouble with Bellana's body, while Toro's body took a little bit
more to get used to handling.
   We did some slow line dancing, switching in the middle of a step.  We
got used to switching and controlling pretty quickly.  We increased the
speed until we were all running and dancing as fast as we could while
switching every few seconds -- we got so we could do it without a bobble or
hesitation.
   Toro said, _"Great!  Let's get Steven and Lucia in on this!"_
   Bellana grinned at him, _"You just want to feel Lucia's tits again!"_
   He didn't even try to evade the issue.  _"Well, they feel great from the
outside; they'll feel great from the inside, too.  I'd like to get Louise
and my dad in on this, too.  I wonder if an 'old people' body feels much
different."_
   Steven and Lucia were very interested.  We did another gradient round of
switching, including them this time.  Neither had any trouble doing it. 
Big Brother grinned at me, _"I said you had a hot chest and a delicious
ass, now I *know* you do!"_
   We figured we'd ring in Mom and Blake another time.  They, Mama and Papa
Sonora were over there _talking_ away, having a great time.
   I _spoke_ with Bob quickly; didn't have a bit of trouble locating him. I
asked if Steven, Lucia and Bellana could join the dance lessons and he
said, _"Of course, Mother will love it!"_
   Since we were already talking, we hooked in together and gave him a
quick update on what we'd found with the body switching.  He grinned,
_"Leave it to the Wild Bunch to find something new!  We'll work on it, too.
Now, here's some stuff we found out last night..."_
   He filled us in on the discoveries they'd made about size, shapes,
Primary Reference Points and traveling.  Wow!  That expanded our scope of
operations!
   Bob told Bellana, _"Honey, be sure to come to lunch with the rest of the
Wild Bunch on Monday.  You're definitely one of us now."_
   Chapter 39
   STEVEN (Sunday 12/11)
   Switching bodies was interesting and fun.  It seemed the major
differences were in gender and height; those seemed to affect the balance
more than anything else.  It did feel different in a female body -- Lucia's
breasts felt just as wonderful while wearing them as they did when touching
them from the outside.
   Mom told us Mama and Papa Sonora had agreed to all our relationships so
long as our grades and attitudes kept up.  We heaped our thanks on them and
welcomed them to our world with spirit-hugs and kisses.  They ate it up!
   The picnic broke up.  We helped Mom and Blake clean up; they would take
the stuff back home in the car.  We were within walking distance of
everything, so the Wild Bunch took off with their butts twitching while my
Lady and I strolled with a bit more dignity over to the Media Center.
   We window-shopped for a while; we agreed Lucia would look great in some
of the clothes we saw, while I told her several times, _"You look beautiful
with or without clothes."_ She grinned at me and I _felt_ her get wetter
and wetter while her nipples perked up nice and hard; Little Steven stood
up and sniffed around.
   God we were horny!  I guess when you're sixteen and in love, it comes
naturally.  We encouraged it; we ached with anticipation -- after all, it
had been something like an eternity of twelve hours since we'd last
physically made love!
   We walked to her place, snagged a few sodas from her refrigerator,
grabbed a couple of towels and checked out her bedroom.  It was nice and
feminine without being offensively frilly.
   Of course, she being a teenager like me, it wasn't the neatest place in
the world.  I snagged a few pairs of used panties and gave them the sniff
test -- they passed with a wonderful smell!
   I checked out her bed; a nice queen-size with a fairly firm mattress.  I
pulled it away from the wall just a bit more.  "Don't want it banging the
wall while we're banging!" I put on my best suggestive leer.
   We arranged the towel under us then caressed and kissed for fifteen
minutes while we spirit-hugged and kissed above our bodies.  Every five
minutes or so, we'd switch bodies.
   When finally I entered, her pussy fluttered continuously around me.  I
was only halfway in when she gasped, and we _felt_ a wonderful, warm orgasm
wash over us.  We moaned and as I bottomed out in her and pushed on her
cervix, she climaxed again.
   Even as her channel clamped down on me, it kept fluttering.  When we
switched bodies in mid-climax, it felt so wonderful we wanted to keep her
doing it all day!
   Each release _felt_ stronger than the previous one.  We'd get up just to
release, back off a little then bring it up again even higher.  Now her
orgasms got closer together; we kept going on and on, sweating (perspiring,
in her case), kissing and loving each other as much as we could.
   Eventually she reached continuous orgasm!  Every couple strokes released
another, even when moving very slowly.  Finally, we took several long,
hard, fast strokes which bounced her cervix around, and we got the final
orgasm.  As I irrigated her uterus, she orgasmed so intensely we screamed
silently and our bodies passed out from the sensations.
   We left them to recover and flew off to dance in the cloudless sky.  We
slid down sunbeams, soared in the thermal currents and danced in the
magnetic fields.  Such a wonderful lady!
   Her bed didn't bang on the wall and didn't squeak either.
   ------
   BELLANA
   Mama and Papa were so understanding!  _Feeling_ and _talking_ with them
left no possibilities for misunderstandings among us.  So long as we
behaved respectably in public, kept our grades and attitudes up, Lucia and
I would have free rein to pursue our loves.
   We bounced around the Media Center a bit, checked out some of the shops
on First Street then headed back to Janet's place.
   We glommed on to some sodas, snuggled up on the sofa and made out
quietly for a while.  So sweet!  Another aspect of making love we found
just as satisfying in its own way as doing the deed!
   Janet announced, "I'm getting shaved!  Bellana, you felt so good while I
was wearing your body, I want to do it, too."
   We dashed into her bathroom and collected what we needed.  Of course,
Toro had to supervise and help out.
   We spread a towel over the counter; Janet hopped up, pulled her heels up
to her sweet butt and spread her knees.  Jeez she was flexible; she could
spread until her thighs were in a straight line!  I snipped off any extra
hair on her labia all the way back and around her cute pucker.
   We had a discussion on the esthetics of mound patches and we finally
agreed on a long narrow racing stripe with inch-long hair, something like
Natalie had; Janet's gold hair, so fine and soft, needed to be long to be
visible.
   Her pussy flooded so much it kept washing the lather away, especially
over her pucker.  Well, we had plenty of lather, so we got her shaved all
the way through her butt crack to her back.
   After the last razor stroke, I washed her off then gave her a long
strong lick from her pucker all the way to her clit, gathering her water as
I went.  She shrieked and came!  I swallowed her water (so tasty!), sucked
in her clitty and fluttered my tongue over it.
   She screamed and bounced so hard Toro had to hold her to keep her from
falling off the counter.  I helped out by shoving my tongue up her hole and
trying to suck out her navel!
   While Toro did *his* quality control check, I slipped out to their
kitchen.  When I came back, he had her clit stretched out with his mouth,
one finger up her hole and another up her butt.  She screamed and thrashed
so much I had to suck on her nipples to keep her on the counter.
   We finally took mercy on her and let her calm down.  God she looked
sweet!  Being shaved with a gold racing strip really suited her.
   I told them, "Toro's turn!" and whipped out the huge knife I'd gotten
from the kitchen.  His eyes got real big and in about three seconds he went
from being hard as a rock to almost vanishing!
   Janet and I both laughed at him so hard our stomachs hurt.  We assured
him it wouldn't hurt at all!  I did take pity on him and put the knife
down.
   His turn on the counter.  We ladies conferred and went to work.  We
shaved from his back through his butt crack all the way to the scrotum.
   We very carefully shaved his balls and everything around the base of his
cock.  He got a racing stripe, too.  Now all three of us had racing
stripes! He had some hair on his cock, but even I backed off from shaving
it.  "We can get some hair remover and we can use it.  It lasts a long time
and it isn't quite so...  traumatic."
   Janet told us, "Time to road-test this diaphragm!  No making love, let's
fuck!"
   We grabbed towels and our sodas then piled on her bed.  I ended up on my
back with Janet's mouth on my snatch, while Toro drove into her dripping
pussy from behind and bottomed out in her with one stroke.
   Toro pounded into her with long, hard strokes which we felt bounce off
her diaphragm.  The "shock wave" spread over her cervix and spread through
her entire body!
   About the third stroke, she came.  She shrieked over my clitty which
made me come, too and Toro kept pounding into her with exactly the right
speed and power while holding her up by the hips.
   With every stroke, Janet's mouth and sometimes her tongue pressed into
my pussy and send a wave of pleasure through me!  After about the tenth
orgasm, she finally collapsed.  She let her body fall to the side, left it
entirely and spirit-sucked, pulled and twisted my nipples.
   Toro pulled out of her, I pulled him on top of me, and we pushed/pulled
his magnificent cock deep inside my soaking, willing pussy!  He pounded on
me just right!  He bounced off my cervix, Janet pulled my nipples and each
time another wave of energy filled me up.
   God, I exploded!  Every nerve in my body shed orgasmic energy and every
muscle convulsed as I tried to milk Toro dry!  It seemed to go on and on;
every time my pussy relaxed for a moment, Toro pounded in another stroke
and released another shot of his hot cum inside me.  Finally, unable to
take more, my body passed out.
   Wow!  Our bodies collapsed in a pile of pulsating protoplasm (neat
words, eh?) while we bounced around the room spirit-hugging butt-bouncing,
kissing and in general, having a great time.
   We took off straight up through the apartments above us out into the
sky, chasing airplanes around the airport, scaring pigeons in the parks,
spirit-kissing the entire Inner Circle and having a great time!  Yow!  So
good to be alive and unafraid of life!
   ------
   NATALIE
   Sunday was plumbing time.  We'd run out of hot water several times the
last week and were ready to get the new heater on line.
   Bob and I muscled the new heater out of the back of his truck.  Dayum it
was big; at least three feet in diameter and five feet high, in an open
wooden crate.  He told me, "One hundred gallons.  Not much price difference
between it and the lower-capacity ones."
   He had a metal enclosure to go around it as well as some external
thermal blankets to wrap around both.  He told me, "Efficiency is the name
of the game."
   We set up the enclosure first, fitting it then setting it aside.  Bob
had a big dolly for moving the new heater, so we slowly rolled it to the
back yard.
   He told me, "Slow and easy.  Trying to save a minute here is dumb.  If
we dropped it off the dolly, we'd take five minutes at least to get it back
on.  If I could get a decent grip on it, I could carry it; it's only about
three hundred pounds."
   I found pulling a heavy load is sometimes easier than pushing it; for
one thing, I could see the path a lot easier.
   We got it to the back yard and unpacked.  The dolly helped get it on the
slab, but it took pure muscle to position it.
   After finally getting it in place, Bob grinned at me.  "Now *that* was
done the 'conventional' way; is there any other way you can think of to
move stuff like that around?"
   Hmm.  Well, it's worth a shot.  Just like we'd abused my mattress, I
used a spirit-touch to lift the heater six inches off the ground.
   "Sunshine, you *are* the best.  Besides being such a damned good-looking
woman, you're pretty good with the mental muscle, too.  Now, practice
assisting your own body as needed with extra force, just like you did here.
   "I'd recommend we make it appear we're doing it with purely physical
means, even if they wonder about how strong you are.  We don't need to put
on a show for anyone."
   He got out a fork-like rod with a handle and laid it on the front lawn.
He pointed out the housing for the water cutoff from the street; we opened
it up and fit the rod over the valve handle.
   He told me, "I don't *expect* to need it, but we're going to be turning
the house's main water valve off.  It probably hasn't been shut in decades,
so if something breaks, we're ready.  Besides, if the valve is bad, we'll
replace it, too."
   Yep, the main water valve was old, corroded as hell and we bent the
handle turning it off.  We turned off the main at the street and checked
for pressure at an outside faucet.  After a few trickles, no flow!
   We traced the main from the street on in; pretty easy to do when you're
a spirit!  Some corrosion and clogging but still okay.
   We went ahead and replaced the main valve.  I learned about pipe
wrenches, Teflon pipe tape and handling tapered galvanized pipe threads.
   We shut off the gas under the house and piped the gas to the new heater.
We intended to use copper pipe for the water runs then connect to the
current galvanized lines underneath the house where they went up into my
bathroom, the laundry and the kitchen.
   We inspected all the galvanized pipe in the place.  Yeh, there was
plenty of scale and crud, but they seemed okay for now.
   Bob said, "If they were really bad, I'd get a specialty company like
MasterServe in here and re-pipe the whole place with copper.  You and I
could do it ourselves, but it's more economical in both time and money for
them to do it."
   We concrete-drilled and bolted the heater to the pad, ran a new cold
line and assembled the outgoing hot line.  We connected the new gas line
and built everything needed to strap the whole thing down against an
earthquake.
   He grinned at me, "All righty then!  Everyone under the house!"
   Yep, grungies, goggles, dust mask and breast protector.  We crawled
under and got to work.  This time, we didn't bother with flashlights; we
could spirit-see much better.
   Things went really fast.  We _linked_ a little, undid old galvanized
pipe and fit in new copper lines.  Amazing how fast something goes when two
people are completely coordinated together, can sense exactly how much
pressure to use on something (even if it would take tons of pressure, we
could supply it) and can get tools and supplies with just a mental flick.
   Bob told me, "We've got one hell of an advantage over other contractors
doing it this way.  Clients usually don't know how long things ordinarily
take the 'manual' way, so we can probably do the same job, like this, in a
third of the time for the same price.  It's like earning three times more
per hour."
   I learned to cut, sand, flux and sweat-solder copper pipe.  I learned
about gas lines and tagging down a water heater really solidly.  It took
about an hour under the house to get everything installed the way we wanted
it.
   We _warned_ Mom and Don there would be a lot going on with the plumbing
for the next little bit; we were re-pressurizing.  Don laughed, _"With you
two around, there are *always* strange goings-on!"_
   We did a final check to ensure all the valves were off then turned on
the main at the street.  Okay, the new house main valve was fine on the
street side.  We cracked it open and let it pressurize the rest of the
house.
   We inspected for leaks.  We crawled under the house again, did a
physical eyeball, dropped the dust masks and snogged a couple of minutes.
   Bob grinned.  "I'd suggest we not do too much; if your sweet pussy gets
wet, you'll have mud!"
   Yep, a casual _look_ showed there was a *lot* of dirt already caked on.
I guess that's why "Mary Jane" is built with so many seals and layers, to
keep the dirt out.
   All right.  We climbed out and dusted off a little.  I spun open the
main, and we purged the air from the lines.  We purged and filled the new
heater first, which took almost ten minutes.  We cracked opened each faucet
in the house, let the air sputter out and closed it when it ran a solid
stream.  Interesting how fast it goes when you can do it with a
spirit-touch and _look_ rather than physically running around to each one.
   I learned how to _perceive_ gas in the lines and how to check for leaks
(conventional soap suds way and the spirit way) and Bob gave me a good
sniff of the smell.  Bob taught me how to light the gas in the water
heater; a long-nozzled barbeque lighter worked just fine.  I learned about
thermocouples, pilot lights and main burners.
   While the new heater roared away, we crawled back under and put foam
pipe insulation on all the hot water lines.  We didn't bother crawling
around a lot -- spirit _looks_ and _touches_ let me put on the insulation
from the old heater to Mom's and Don's bathroom in fifteen minutes.
   Bob told me, "To crawl around and do it physically would take at least
another forty-five minutes and probably more from the looks of some of
those crawlways."
   A half-hour later and all the insulation was done.  We did a final
spirit-look at all the joints -- they were fine.  We wrapped the thermal
blankets around the heaters, did the final tie downs and assembled the
metal enclosure around the new one.  The new heater had heated its load and
had turned off the main burner.
   We told Mom and Don their water system was back on line, gathered up all
the tools, scrap insulation, copper, all that stuff, cleaned up the tools
and stored them away in the truck.  All right!  Looks like a done deal.
   We adjusted our garden-hose shower, stripped down and hosed each other
off.  I squatted a little, spread my knees and irrigated Mary Jane a *lot*.
No mud for me!
   We marched nekkid through the kitchen on the way to our bathroom (which
had lots of hot water waiting!).  "Somehow," both Mom and Don were in there
at the table.
   Mom looked *very* admiringly at Bob.  He admired her back just as hard
while Little Bob perked up.  I caught him saying to her, _"Sometime..."_
   Don was getting an eyeful of me, too.  My nips perked right up, my pussy
slickened, and I admired his crotch as it changed shape.  I told him,
_"Sometime when you least expect it..."_ I made sure my butt twitched a lot
on the way out.
   We took a full shower with hair-washing.  We had to play a little bit
with the valves to get the temperature right -- slightly different water
temperature and a different flow path.  Even though we'd hosed down
outside, we still had plenty of dirt for the soap to get off.  Bob had his
hands in my hair for a long time.  So nice!
   We toweled each other off.  He asked, "Any soreness this time?"
   "Very little, actually.  A touch in the back and a few small bruises and
that's it."
   "We'll massage that out and get you back in shape in no time."
   As he was drying my hair, he planted his Wand between my legs so the
head was sticking through.  I could see it in the mirror and promptly
drooled pussy juice on it as my nipples hardened.
   He said, "Hmm.  Sunday afternoon.  No place to go and all day to get
there..."
   Yeh, great minds think alike!  I reached back with both hands and
caressed his hard ass while we watched my boobs and nipples harden and his
Wand stroke slowly in and out.  I could see myself flush down to my tits!
   Finally my hair was dry and brushed.  The last five minutes we'd spent
looking at each other and getting more and more turned on.
   We backed away from the counter; I bent over at the waist and put my
hands on it.  We had a nice view of my tits in the mirror and an even nicer
one when Bob's hands came around and milked them into my nipples.  Jaysus,
it was erotic!
   I reached between my legs, guided him to the right spot then put my
hands back on the counter.  He slowly thrust in; I came immediately, nice
and hot!  Fuck!  I could see my reaction in the mirror.  Hot!
   He stroked in and out while I thrust back at him.  We arranged our arms
and hands so I could diddle Miss Clitty while he milked and tweaked one
boob and supported me a little on the other shoulder.
   We kept going through another three climaxes while we shrieked and
pounded ourselves against each other.  Bob swelled inside me, and when he
washed my insides with his hot cum, I had a major muscle-locking orgasm!
   I screamed and locked up with Miss Clitty stretched hard between my
fingers.  The energy washed through and around us again and again as we
spasmed together with love and happiness.
   We finally slowed down and Bob had to support me because my legs gave
way.  We spread a towel over the counter edge; Bob turned me around and
gently set me down on it.
   He knelt down before me, spread my legs and gently cleaned me off.  He
sucked my glory hole dry of our combined spend several times -- funny how
it seemed to keep getting full!  I couldn't take it any longer and my body
collapsed over him as I popped outside entirely.
   I told him, _"You did it, you handle it!"_
   _"Yes, Mistress of My Heart."_
   He turned the shower back on with a spirit-touch and hauled us back in
for a quick rinse-off.  I reconnected with my body enough to stand up
(shakily) while we dried off.
   He picked me up in his arms and carried me to our bed while we shared
warm, deep kisses and told each other of our love while we shared
spirit-hugs and _kisses_ above.
   He gently laid me down, and we made gentle love for another half-hour
before our bodies gave out on us and fell asleep.
   Being the nasty voyeurs we were, we _peeked_ on the others.  Mom and Don
had gotten interested and were going at it in their room.
   George and Sherry had borrowed Bill's old room and were going at it. 
Steven and Lucia, the Wild Bunch, Blake and Louise, Mama and Papa Sonora --
all of them were at it!  David and Elizabeth, on an inspection run, were
eyeballing each other and thinking up some really nasty things to do when
they got home.
   While our bodies slept, we explored Venice Beach.  We rode the Ferris
Wheel, peeked at lovers snogging (and gave out a couple of soaked panties
and cum-filled underwear with a few judicious touches) and checked out the
muscle guys lifting weights.
   I asked Bob, _"Any idea how much you can lift?"_
   _"Hmm.  Last time anyone talked me into doing bench presses -- last year
as I recall -- I pressed 425 -- ten times in a row."_
   I grudgingly told him, _"Well, it would probably do in a pinch.  Wimp!"_
   _"That's me!  Reginald Wimp Reynolds."_
   We checked out the traffic jam on the 405 freeway and pushed a stalled
car off to the side.
   Santa Monica was fun, too.  We explored the beach, ogled the cute guys
and girls and "shopped" up and down the strip.  Some were real tourist
traps and some were interesting.  There was one hat store...
   Anyway, a couple hours later, we drifted back home.  Our bodies were
stirring around a bit, so we nudged them awake.
   Hot, hard, doggie-style!  Be Jaysus, five orgasms before Bob filled me,
and we collapsed again!
   Bob whispered, "After you've done a good day's work, what better thing
to do on a lazy Sunday afternoon than to hump with your honey all you can?"
   I whispered back, "Nothing is better, Sorcerer of My Soul.  Nothing."
   We explored Santa Monica a little more and hopped over to Catalina
Island.  We spotted a couple of whales way down deep, dove in after them
and played along side them.
   We _inspected_ them lightly and found nice little spirits perfectly
happy as they were.  Definitely intelligent!
   We went back home, woke up our bodies and took a quick shower.  We even
aired our room out and changed the sheets.  We ran a load of laundry (lots
of hot water now!) and joined Mom and Don for Chinese.
   We talked a lot about the Inner Circle and the "new recruits." Even as
little as they'd met the Fearsome Five and their parental units, they were
both happy with them.
   Don said, "I think they show tremendous promise.  Besides being sexy as
hell, *all* of them appear to be extremely intelligent, completely ethical
and wanting to help.  To me, wanting to help is really the main issue."
   I said, "Even if someone isn't Inner Circle caliber, if they want to
help others, I'd recommend we get them busy doing just that.  In Ohio, *no
one* wanted to help anyone else unless there was something in it for them,
usually something sexual."
   Anyway, dinner had settled down, so we went back to bed.  Bob and I
heard Mom moaning and rattling the air ducts while we screwed ourselves
silly for a half hour.
   Explore the world while the bodies rested then come back and screw. 
Explore, screw, explore, screw, explore, make love, make love, explore...
Yep, you get the picture.
   Chapter 40
   HENRY (Monday 12/12)
   Sunday night, Bellana and Lucia spent the night at their place, while
Janet and I slept in my room.  We just slept most of the time, but we were
busy outside looking around, playing in the moonlight, investigating the
night life in the hills and, in general, being nosy.
   About a half hour before the alarm would go off, we came back home,
nudged our bodies awake and made slow, gentle love.  Janet felt wonderful
inside without a condom, and we came gently while we kissed and
spirit-hugged.
   After breakfast, Steven, Janet and I went over to the Sonoras to pick up
the other ladies.  We'd all sent our greetings, spirit-hugs and _kisses_
ahead of us, so they were both ready.  Both Mama and Papa _talked_ with us
and we had a nice conversation while the girls picked up their books.
   We danced most of the way to the school.  All five of us _linked_ about
50% and made dance patterns while we walked.  Five is more than three, but
it didn't seem to make any difference; we coordinated ourselves without any
problems.
   ------
   BOB (Monday 12/12)
   Nat and I spent most of Sunday night outside, bopping around from one
place to another.  It's interesting how many people are out doing things
even at 3:00 in the morning.  Restaurant workers, cleaners, delivery
people, you name it.
   We spotted a couple guys trying to break into the back of a bar, so we
put the idea in the local police patrol it might be a good idea to check
out the back.  By golly, they just happened to stumble on those guys!
   We weren't particularly out to bring law and order into Burbank so we
moved on.  We checked out several of the studios -- they work all night,
especially the set crews.  We saw sets for several of the upcoming films
and made a note if we wanted to see them.
   We got back well before time to get the bodies up and to school. 
Natalie got back around hers and reconnected while it slept and after a
nice spirit-hug and _kiss_ with her, I checked out mine.
   Hmm, it was plenty rested.  I hung around outside and pretended to be
floating around with her but very carefully ran a hot, very wet phantom
tongue up her slit.  Very lightly.  She got wet and her nipples popped up.
She herself was up around the ceiling just dancing around a little enjoying
what she thought was a very pleasant dream.
   Little did she know!  Buwahhahahaha!  I gradually increased the pressure
and flicked the tip of her clit at the very top -- too bad I couldn't
really taste her or smell her; it would have been wonderful.
   Since I could, I mocked up some hot, wet lips sucking on her nipples --
again, I started out very lightly and very gradually increased the pressure
and the frequency.
   Her hips thrust steadily off the bed just about a half inch, she
breathed irregularly and flushed to her chest -- I could perceive the
warmth.
   It was time.  I mocked up the bugle call, "It's time to get up, it's
time to get up, it's time to get up in the morning!"
   I replaced the phantom tongue with the real thing then licked and sucked
in earnest while milking both her wonderful breasts at the same time.  She
came awake like a shot!
   "Jaysus, Bob!  I thought I was just having a wonderful dream.  You do me
sooo good!"
   "It's for my Sunshine," I told her and added a stroking and squeezing
sensation to her sweet tight butt.
   Her butt bounced up and down, she grabbed her breasts and squeezed and
her stomach and pussy convulsed time after time while her nectar ran out
and down her crack -- what little escaped my eager mouth.
   Finally, I let her down and spirit-hugged her.  "It's almost time to get
up."
   "Damn it, Bob!  I'm going to get you today in school!  You'd better
bring some clean underwear, because..." She left the threat hanging.
   She almost strangled me with her tongue; her nipples were drill bits
against my chest.  "Vengeance is mine, sayeth the Natalie!  Now let's run."
   As part of Mother's exercises, we'd been running together for a while
each morning.  Over the past week, we'd gotten up to thirty minutes at a
fast jog.  Natalie was doing a lot of other exercises, too, like sit ups,
stretches and push ups.
   We'd been alternating sleepovers.  She'd spend the night with me, we'd
do our run, come back to my place, shower, dress then go to school.  The
next night I'd stay at her place and so on.
   In the evenings, we tried to get in at least an extra hour of actual
dance practice, sometimes with Mother's supervision.
   I admired her as we ran, "You're turning into one buff broad, Sunshine.
I'd better watch myself or you're liable to hurt me one of these days when
we hug."
   "Bob, I don't think I'd make the slightest dent in you."
   We got back to her place, slipping in the back door into the kitchen. 
"I've been doing a lot of pushups and need an inspection," she told me and
stripped off her tee shirt and sports bra.
   She glowed all over from her earlier orgasm and the exercise and had a
wonderful film of perspiration covering her.  Her breasts stood beautifully
firm with hard nipples.
   She said, "Inspection, please." Of course, I obliged.  I sucked each
nipple up even harder while I caressed her hard butt then ran a light hand
in between her legs against her pussy.
   She promptly grabbed my hand and held it tight against her while moving
her pelvis against me.  She told me, "We've got plenty of time for this."
   I nipped a nipple and squeezed her butt with my free hand and she moaned
loudly as she came against my hand.  "Dayum, you're good.  Now, let's get a
shower!"
   She backed off, stripped off her running shorts and bounced off to her
room in her skimpy underwear.  Her almost-bare butt twitched beautifully!
   I followed the carrot.
   After we cleaned up and dressed, she glowed with freshness -- she had
the "well-loved" look about her I'd seen on Mother occasionally.  As we got
into school, I _felt_ more eyes than usual on her -- every guy we went by
admired her.  She was gorgeous!
   As we went by the school offices, I saw Mrs.  Baer standing outside her
door, so I gave it a shot.
   _"Mrs.  Baer, you might be getting students in complaining of 'hearing
voices' or seeing visions or some other strange things.  It may seem
unusual but there's a good explanation."_
   She looked right at me, _"I figured you guys would have something to do
with all this.  I've got my eye on you." Grin._
   Natalie, of course, had to put her bit in, _"I'll keep an eye on him,
too, while you're not around.  He's usually up to something."_
   Mrs.  Baer flared her nostrils a bit and grinned at her.  _"It looks and
smells as if he's been keeping a bit more than an eye on *you*, Honey. 
I've seen the glow you have on other girls..."_
   Natalie didn't even blush, _"Yeh and he's soooo good at it, too!"_ while
she bounced her hip against me.
   _"Harassment!  She's abusing me, Mrs.  Baer!  Help!"_
   _"You need help like I need another sex bomb.  I've had at least fifteen
girls in here with hard nipples asking if you might be available to 'help'
them after that thing.  Looks as if you've been doing some personalized
tutoring with Ms.  Natalie there.  You *stud*!"_
   I retreated as fast as I could before I got into more trouble.
   ------
   STEVEN
   When we got to school, I noticed and _felt_ lots of attention on Lucia
and Bellana.  Last week, they'd been beautiful, timid girls, but over the
weekend, they'd changed into beautiful happy women glowing with joy with
their attitudes entirely changed!  They and Janet had the "freshly-fucked"
look about them with their nipples popped up.
   After a last reminder to Toro to bring Bellana to lunch with us, we
split up to our classes.
   We got together at lunch with the Inner Circle.  Nine of us needed to
squeeze a bit, but we snuggled up.  After we got most of our lunches down,
Bob rapped on the table.
   He looked around at all of us and his nostrils twitched.  "I see most of
us had a *hard* weekend."
   Every lady there flushed and their nipples perked up.  I couldn't help
it, "I see all the contenders are here, too."
   Bellana took the bait, "Contenders for what?"
   George promptly gasped while Sherry pummeled him.
   I stared directly at Bellana's hard nipples and told her, "Why, the
contenders for the Best Bust in Burbank, of course."
   They laughed while the guys chuckled.  Every female chest pushed forward
for inspection; I looked right at my Lady's chest, licked my lips and
announced, "I know where *my* vote is going!"
   Lucia flushed a little more and gave me a big spirit-hug.
   Bob told us, "Well, I guess everyone had a good weekend then.  I know a
lot of us have learned a lot, and I'd suggest we hold it until study
tonight."
   "Steven, have you considered what we talked about at the studio?"
   I told him, "Yes and I do believe you should make preparations for a
smooth transfer of power.  It would be a shame to lose what you've made,
and besides, so long as you live around this community, you would reap the
ongoing benefits."
   "Great!  Lucia and Bellana, you can talk with Steven about the Brain
Trust's history.  Basically, what's going on is the Inner Circle of George,
Sherry, Natalie and I will be gone next year.  We're actively seeking
replacements.
   "Henry and Janet have already agreed to become part of 'this thing of
ours' and we're all extending an invitation to Steven, Lucia and Bellana to
consider joining us also."
   There was silence for a bit.  Finally Bellana asked, "Why Lucia and me?
Toro did something heroic and since Janet is with him, I can see why they
were invited.  But why us?"
   Bob smiled warmly at them, "Janet wouldn't be with Henry if she weren't
qualified.  Academically she's fine except for math, I understand."
   Natalie put in, "And if she can leave Little Henry alone long enough,
Toro will bring her up to speed on that, too."
   We laughed while Toro blushed, Janet wiggled her chest and pumped
pheromones into the air.
   Bob continued, "Janet also has a proven mental power which may be very
useful; I think it's been referred to as 'an ocean of simmering primeval
sexual energy.'
   "Lucia, you've been through a personal hell few have ever come through.
The height of your recovery and your mental abilities speak for themselves.
Bellana, you were intimately associated with that for a year, plus you had
your own near-misses.  If anything had gone any more wrong, one or both of
you might not be here.
   "Steven, you're academically qualified and your success in helping Lucia
back to the light qualifies you.  We deal not only in tutoring but also
many other areas.  We've dealt with the effects of physical child abuse,
rape, forced incest, drugs, domestic violence, alcohol, out-of-control sex
and other raw elements of life.
   "None of you are sweetness-and-light.  You've seen the Dark Side of the
Force, so to speak, yet you are positive and hopeful.  We need and want
exactly the kind of people you are.
   "Come to study with us tonight in any case.  It's at Natalie's house --
Henry and Janet know the way.  You don't have to decide now.  You can join
us and help us for as long as you wish or you can remain good friends with
us.  Your commitment is not a requirement for our friendship or our
respect, but we will appreciate your help."
   ------
   NATALIE
   Jeez Bob is sneaky!  And sooo good at it, too.  This morning was
wonderful; I don't know how he managed to sneak in but that's Bob.
   We had lots to talk about at study.  We invited Blake and Louise too,
since a lot of what we had to discuss concerned them and their
newly-remembered abilities.  We invited David, Elizabeth and the Sonoras,
too.
   Everyone showed up promptly at 7:00.  Mom, Bob and I had a good time
serving everyone with drinks and a few snacks.  Bob folded a towel over his
arm and put on a good show as a snobbish English butler -- with a broad
Irish accent; I'd found a short black dress and a frilly white apron and
played the French maid; Bob promised me I'd be "made" later.
   The students studied for about an hour while the "old folks" chatted
away in the living room.  We got together at 8:00 for a general confab.
   Bob told us, "Okay, to ensure everyone is up to speed, Henry, will you
give us a compressed version of what we've discovered this weekend?"
   Henry looked thoughtful for a few seconds then "squirted" us all with a
very precise summary of what everyone had learned this weekend about being
spirits, traveling, remote sex (Yes!) and total detachment from the body
and its apparent non-effects along with switching bodies.  Mom and Don were
the only ones who hadn't knowingly been outside as a spirit.
   Henry coached them, "Lean against each other for support, it will seem
as if your bodies simply fall asleep." We gathered around, helped push/pull
them outside and introduced them to spirit-hugs and _kisses_.  They were
suitably impressed.
   Bob nodded at George, who brought up the main subject.  "Especially now
since we know we can actually switch bodies like the Fearsome Five, the
not-so-philosophical question to be posed is: What happens when the body
dies?  Where do we, the spirit, go?  What do we do?
   "Most of us who've been outside for a bit and did some reflecting find
we've got memories of other bodies extending back a *long, long* time.  Is
this the Hindu reincarnation where we build up 'good karma' from life to
life?  Do we simply forget and start over?  How do we get another body? 
Are we 'assigned' one or do we choose?
   "To some extent, none of this matters because we now know we've lived in
bodies before and therefore probably will again.  However, we now have the
knowledge and ability to be apart knowingly from our bodies, and to some
extent it gives us the responsibility either to find out what happens or to
at least to know we don't know.
   "Bellana and Lucia have both been in life-threatening situations where
they could easily have died.  Ana has already been there.  While I don't
expect it to happened, an airplane could fall out of the sky right on top
of us or the Big Earthquake could start a second from now.  To me, it's a
bit like owning a car but not knowing it needs fuel to run --
irresponsible."
   We discussed various possibilities and ramifications for about an hour
with no specific resolution.  Bellana finally asked, "Well, most of us have
been 'out and about,' but we've mainly been playing.  How about we make a
concerted effort to locate and ask other spirits, if there are any, what
*their* experiences have been?  We'd have first-hand data, however valid it
may be."
   Don looked admiringly at her.  "She's not only beautiful, she's smart! I
should be the one bearing the failure here; I'm supposed to *teach* the
scientific method and here I've been talking all around it."
   Bob said, "Makes sense to me.  Anyone have a different idea for right
now?"
   No one did.
   Bob announced, "Okay then.  Let's all meet here about 11:30 after we've
tucked the bodies away for the night and go on fact-finding expeditions. 
I'd suggest we break up into several groups: George and Sherry, Steven and
Lucia, the Wild Bunch, my mother and father and the Sonoras.  Natalie and I
will go with Don and Ana on their maiden runs."
   So we did.
   Bob and I lay down for the night at his place.  We met back up (outside,
of course) at 11:30 at my place.  Mom and Don didn't have any trouble at
all releasing themselves entirely from their bodies.
   We broke up into our groups and went in different directions.  The
assignment was simple: try to locate other spirits and see if they knew
anything more than we did.  Concentrate to start around hospitals; we
thought dying bodies would release the spirit and they may pick up new
bodies as babies.
   Bob and I coached Mom and Don on the Major Reference Point idea and
about traveling without going through the intervening space.  We practiced
until they were satisfied.  We agreed the Major Reference Point tonight
would be right here in the dining room so no one would get lost.
   We started out in Santa Barbara.  Yep, we could locate plenty of spirits
floating around, but most fled from us as we approached them.
   A couple we managed to _talk_ with didn't even know they were spirits;
they thought they were dreaming.
   Others we couldn't contact at all.  We could tell they were spirits, but
they were so introverted into themselves we couldn't get easily a response
from them.
   It was a bit better around the hospitals.  Bodies dying *did* release
their spirits.  Many of them wanted to stay around to see their bodies were
taken care of properly such as a funeral or a cremation.  Others had left
their bodies to science so weren't really concerned about them.
   The two main ideas we found were a) they would find new bodies in the
maternity ward or at home births or b) they would shortly be going to some
Heaven or Hell and would just hang around and wait for the Revelation --
they were pretty incoherent on what they actually expected.
   Bob and I went to one maternity ward while Don and Ana found another. 
We hung around the rest of the night and observed spirits dart in either
just before or just after a baby was born and take possession of the body.
Only one spirit seemed to remember he was a spirit after it acquired the
body; the rest seemed to forget entirely about it and just tried to stay
with the new body and "grow up" with it.
   Interesting.  It would explain why 99.9% of people believe in only one
life; they forget they lived before!  Of course, with the way most
organized religions worked, the church liked it that way because it gave
them more apparent control.  I guess it's why they call them "flocks" --
they're sheep.
   Anyway, early Tuesday morning we got back safely.  None of us had any
problem moving or returning and a quick inspection of our findings revealed
the other groups had found pretty much the same things we had, just a few
percentages were different.
   Okay.  We tabled further discussion until the next study session on
Wednesday.
   ------
   JANET
   Monday morning on the way out of the building, I saw Pat and Valerie. 
They lived in the two apartments between Henry and me, and I'd gotten to
know them pretty well in the past couple years.
   Out of habit I gave them each a quick _inspection._ Lordy!  There was
some potential in there.  Each of them seemed to be ready to explode! 
However, they were still tightly sealed inside themselves.
   I found out what had happened to them on Wednesday -- neat.  Very
similar to what happened with Steven, Natalie and me.  Pat's a really nice
guy -- and they're really smart, the both of them.  They were in the eighth
grade in middle school, and they'd be Freshmen at McCambridge next year. 
Hmm.  Potential recruits!  I decided to keep a really close eye on them.
   ------
   NATALIE (Tuesday 12/6)
   After we got home, Bob and I hung around his room and did a grand
spirit-make out.  I guess it's what you'd call long, slow, tender
spirit-hugs and _kisses_ along with lots of admiration and love flows.
   Tuesday morning, Bob didn't molest my defenseless sleeping body, mainly
because I was on the lookout for just that.  After our run, we got back
early and I lured him into the kitchen.
   This time, I stripped everything off, including my panties and demanded
he examine my boobs to ensure they were standing up under the strain.
   "Yes, Sunshine, they are definitely 'standing up.' And very well, if I
may add."
   "I don't know; they seem a little sore this morning.  I think they need
a nice massage."
   "Well, I'm sure I can accommodate you."
   I pulled his mouth onto one aching nipple and one of his hands to the
other boob.  He did a *very* credible job of massaging the aches out,
especially after he switched back and forth a few times.
   I was on the edge with my pussy juice running down my leg; he nipped one
nipple with his teeth and lightly pinched the other one.  Shit, I came like
there was no tomorrow!
   He slid strong, gentle, smooth/rough fingers deep inside me and slowly
and lightly stroked my aching clit with his wet thumb.  He kept up suction
on my nipple and switched back and forth between them while he slowly
stroked in and out.
   God, so sweet!  I came and squealed, came and shrieked and came again
and again while I splashed pussy juice all over his hand and the floor.
   Finally he took mercy on me and released me.  He had to grab me in his
arms and hold me up due to my weak knees.
   "Sweet Sunshine, you smell wonderful even when you're dripping
perspiration.  However, I don't think some of the stick-in-the-mud students
would appreciate it, so we'd better get wet." We did, a quick soap and
rinse.
   "Fuck, Sorcerer.  I'm going to be sore all day.  My legs ache from
running, my lungs are sore from fast breathing, and now my throat's raw
from screaming and my stomach muscles are in agony from sit ups and from
coming so much!"
   He told me with a big grin, "Love hurts but maybe we can slip away for a
few minutes at lunch time and I can massage the hurt away?"
   "Yeh, right!"
   "I'm sure Mrs.  Baer wouldn't mind loaning us her office for a brief
conference while she's at lunch."
   "And who's going to clean up the huge wet spot on her desk?"
   "Gee, Sunshine, maybe the faeries will do it."
   Dave was already gone when we got to the kitchen but Elizabeth grinned
at us.  "Nice wake-up call.  I'm glad to see you two are taking your
exercise seriously."
   We told her, "That kind of exercise we'll do even *after* it hurts!"
   
  
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