The Extended Family - Book 2

by Robert Wolf

©Copyright 2007-2025 by Robert Wolf

Chapter 21 - The Extended Family Expands

Sarah was a very sound sleeper. When I rose in the early morning, I tiptoed from the bedroom so as not to wake this beautiful young woman. I put on my running clothes in the hallway and crept downstairs. Just as I reached the living room and started to put on my sweat shirt I heard motion upstairs - the creaking of floorboards and the latch of a door. I waited to see who was up and let them know I was going out.

Chris appeared; she was naked but carrying her running clothes. She came and kissed me and thrust her hips into mine. “You sounded like to two were having a good time last night. It took every bit of will power I had not to bust in and join you.” Wait for me to get dressed then I want to run and meditate with you. She pulled on her jogging togs and we were out the door. “Come on,” she said, “let’s run … and let’s go get in touch with the Universal stream of consciousness.”

We traveled the same route we’d done the day before and ended sitting Indian style on the fifty-yard line inside the quiet stadium as we each meditated. I was impressed that Chris was so willing to do this; I thought I was the only weird-o on the planet. We hadn’t really talked about her spiritual interests. I slipped into a different plane and was gone from this world for a while. The awareness I had as I started to return to consciousness was to love everyone and to feel comfortable with my new friends and lovers as I added them to my personal Extended Family.

Chris was waiting patiently for me as I blinked my eyes open. When I acknowledged her, she came and knelt with me and held me. We kissed.

“Do you feel daring?” she asked. I nodded.

“Well come with me,” Chris said and pulled me over to one side of the stadium. We vaulted the wall into the seating area, climbed the stairs in the lower tier and then took one of the wide staircases upward and still farther upward. Then she led me through a doorway and we ended at the very top row of seats of the huge stadium, right next to the press box where the cameras and announcers look down on the playing field. There was a wind baffle in front of one of the doors about five feet wide that blocked visibility to the field and protected the press box door; I guessed its purpose was to keep wind gusts from racing into the press box. Behind the baffle we were completely hidden except to someone almost on top of us.

Chris pulled her sweatshirt up over her head, followed by her sports bra. I did the same with my clothing. She came into my arms, rubbing her erect nipples across my chest. We both moaned. She yanked my running shorts down and grabbed my semi-erect penis and wrapped her lips around it. I had not showered since the night before. Suddenly, she went “Yummmmmmm. I bet what I’m tasting is you and Sarah. Your juices taste divine. I must clean out her pussy the next time you fuck her.” I hardened right up hearing those remarks.

Chris pulled her own running shorts off. We lay our clothing on the part of the bench seat behind the wind baffle; Chris lay back atop the clothing, and I straddled the bench and inserted myself into her pussy, pulling her legs over mine. As I pulled on her legs her body thrust onto my cock; I started a slow rhythmic motion so I kept thrusting deep into her. I could look into her eyes, I could watch her full breasts oscillate with our motion, I could look down - as she could - and actually watch my cock disappearing into her cunt on the in-stroke.

God, she was sexy. I told her so and she smiled and urged me to go faster. I did. She talked to me as we fucked: “I love to see your cock going in and out of my pussy - my cunt. I love it when you pull almost all the way out, sometimes I can even see your mushroom head or the ridge around the head, and then you penetrate me again. Each time you penetrate me is like a new experience for me. God, I lust for you. I never want to stop fucking you. I want to carry your cum around in me all day - hell, all year! Cum in me. Give it up. Cum. Oh, shit. I am so fucking horny right now. You turn me on. Ooooooooh, noooooo! Cum, now, quick!”

I did. She did. We did. I love verb conjugations when they all refer to having a mind-blowing orgasm in a public place while making love to a beautiful woman. I briefly imagined the entire stadium rising to their feet and cheering as we came. Everyone would be yelling, “Encore! Again! Do it again!”

I un-arched and opened my eyes from my orgasmic high just as Chris did the same thing. I leaned into her and kissed her, however, given our starting position the move forced us to uncouple. When I rose from the kiss, I could see the rivulet of cum starting from her pussy.

I knelt next to her and pulled her legs over my shoulder, burrowing my mouth into her pussy. Only then did I notice that we were visible to most of the stadium had anyone come in and looked around, especially up near the press box. I sucked a lot of our juices out as she watched and moaned. Just as I was about to stop, Chris moaned and whispered, “Oooooooh, fuck” and came again; she clasped my head between her legs for thirty seconds as she peaked. I didn’t stop lapping because she had just injected a whole load of her nectar into her pussy area; I sucked that from her and only then did I stop.

We dressed and then retraced out steps down and out of the stadium. Before we started running, Chris and I held each other close. She looked at me, “Jim, I love you. I can’t believe I didn’t even know you two days ago and now I love you and know I’ll feel this way about you for the rest of time. You’ve made me love me more, too. And you’ve opened my eyes to the love around me in the other women and in Robbie. I guess I’m suddenly a ‘love slut’.”

I kissed her tenderly. “If you are a love slut, then I’m one, too. I’m so glad that you feel this way, most importantly that you feel comfortable loving and sharing with the others rather than being guilty, jealous or possessive.”

“Oh, I could be possessive,” Chris said as we broke into a trot, “but I know I can’t offer you all the things that the others in your life provide you. I know you like variety. I know you like to know that the people that love you can love the other people that you love - that’s a tongue twister; you know what I mean.” I nodded as we trotted down a campus path.

She went on, “I am so glad that you have other people that love you and fill your needs - and it makes me love them, even the ones I haven’t met. I know you feel that way about me. I know if I were to fall in love with someone else, you’d love that person and urge me to follow my bliss with him - or her. I really think you’ve changed all of us by giving us this philosophy. None of us will ever have a traditional relationship again.”

As we crossed one of the normally busy streets that was almost empty, I said, “Giving love away and sharing is not a zero-sum game. If you give it away, you don’t lose it. Instead, you get ten-fold back. The more you give, the more you get. I often don’t understand why most people haven’t discovered this. It works with charity, too, and lots of other emotions and things you share with people. The more you give away; the more you get back. One of my friends calls it the Law of Circulation.”

We got back to a house that was still sleeping soundly. Chris and I went up to her bedroom, showered and lay nude together in her bed, lightly stroking and fondling each other. I was trying to decide whether to get a little more passionate with her when we heard a scratching on the door. Chris said, “Come in,” and Sarah peaked in. We gestured for her to join us in bed. She had on a little robe but shed that so she was nude as well and she snuggled in beside me. I had two beautiful nude women to stroke and smooth. Oh, life is hard some days.

We were talking about life and the world when about half an hour later we heard another soft knock and this time a very naked Mel came and joined us. Since my sides were all taken, Mel snuggled up behind Sarah and took over some of the stroking and smoothing that I’d been doing to her. Sarah purred. Finally, Holly joined us - she stripped off her PJs and got behind Chris pushing their naked bodies together. I thought, my God now I’m in bed nude with four naked nymphs - how lucky can a guy get?

Eventually, Robbie found us all. He stood naked in the doorway and took in our little tableau with a big grin and an inflating penis, then came and took the last available slot on the bed behind Holly. Holly shifted so he could lay his rising cock between her legs; soon, he penetrated her and started to hump into her slowly as the rest of us watched. Chris rotated away from me so she could stroke Robbie’s balls and cock as he thrust into Holly and she could kiss and cuddle Holly who was rapidly on another journey to the new sexual heaven she’d found that weekend.

Watching the sex act next to me made me hard, too. Sarah was quick to notice and her hand stroked me so I again became a steel rod. I turned to her and slid into her pussy, Mel helping hold her open and stroking her breasts and clit as I started to pump into her. Sarah was primed and fired off into an orgasm almost immediately.

I paused to give her a chance to recover, kissing her and telling her I loved her. She reached down and pulled me from her pussy; “Do Mel. Fuck Mel,” she told me. She pulled my cock in the direction of Mel’s pussy. Mel winked at me then started to move in my direction, however, she paused in front of Sarah and lowered her head to Sarah’s wet pussy. She leaned in and sucked and licked. Sarah hadn’t bathed since our trysts the night before plus she’d fired off at least one round of juices as we all lay in Chris’ bed. Mel got it all. Finally, she rose, lapping her lips, and said, “Yummmm! Cum and pussy juice. My kind of breakfast!’

Mel then pushed me down and mounted me, slithering her went pussy down my hard rod in one long, slow move of delightful penetration. At the bottom when I was fully in her tight cunt, she brought a breast to my mouth; I willingly accepted the challenge and sucked it in with all my might. I could feel her pussy spasm around my cock as I did so. Mel said, “Oh, my God, you make me tingle … all over. Do that and I’ll cum in thirty seconds.” I did and she did and so did I.

Watching and being part of the whole house full of sex addicts together in one bed, fucking and sucking one another was too much visual and thought stimuli for me not to cum - and even remain hard. I shot my load of pleasure into Mel. When she came and she dropped onto my chest, pulling away slightly only to rub her nipples around through my chest hair, something she’d discovered that brought us both pleasure and stimulation when I’d taken her virginity in Florida a couple of years earlier.

Sarah watched as she stroked her own clit in a lazy, masturbatory kind of way only inches from my face. When Mel and I parted, Mel started to look around for a tissue. I started to move to suck and lick her clean, but Sarah stopped me.

“Don’t!” she said, “I’ve never sucked a pussy before, but I’ve seen you do it and Chris do it. I’ve had it done to me, and now I want to try.” With that, she moved down and put Mel’s shapely legs over her shoulders and buried her face into Mel’s beautiful pussy. We all heard the first loud slurp of juices as her inexperienced mouth started to vacuum up the heavy mix of sexual fluids oozing from Mel’s pussy. Both Mel and Sarah moaned loudly in happiness over the event. Sarah was aggressive in her clean-up efforts and a few moments later, Mel climaxed again. Sarah rose and kissed her, looking most pleased with herself. Her mouth and cheeks glistened with the excess of Mel’s sexual juices.

“I can’t believe how good that tastes,” she exclaimed happily. “I’ve got a new hobby! Sign-up sheets will be on the refrigerator this afternoon!”

While I’d been fucking Sarah, I had heard Holly climax loudly behind me. I wasn’t surprised when I turned on the bed to see what was happening behind me and saw Robbie buried to the hilt in Chris. The two of them had just cum as well, and with Holly the three of them were enjoying the afterglow of their late morning fucks.

“I need a rest!” I proclaimed. “Isn’t Sunday supposed to be a day of rest?”

“No,” Holly announced, “It’s a day dedicated to fucking, eating pussy, and catching up on all the homework that didn’t get finished last week, I’m afraid to say. I’ve got a paper on entropy due tomorrow, but if anyone wants to fuck or eat pussy I will gladly breakaway and take a study break.” She grinned at us all and we laughed in our languor over her remark.

Holly reluctantly pulled away from her side of the bed and sashayed out of the room with a sexy waggle of her naked hips. Mel got up and pulled Robbie from Chris’ vagina and led him from the room holding onto his wet but flaccid cock. We laughed at the popping sound his exit made; Chris’ groaned over his departure. Sarah departed next pleading homework. Chris and I snuggled in together until my stomach growled; “Oh my,” she said, “someone needs some instant energy. OK, it’s lunch time.”

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I curled up on the living room sofa with a book in the afternoon. Most of the women were locked away in their rooms plunking away on their laptop computers or with their heads in some textbook. I took a walk to the campus bookstore in the afternoon and bought a couple of Buckeye souvenirs for Lynn and Karen as well as some magazines and books. On the way back, I found a flower shop and bought some flowers for each of the women in the house. I’m a romantic at heart.

Back at the house I took the flowers and made rounds handing out the bouquets. I started with Mel. She was reading a marketing textbook and Robbie was stretched out on her bed with a paperback book. She gave me a big hug and kiss of thanks. Chris was over the moon with her gift; she promised me a wild evening in the very, very, very near future. Sarah wanted to give me a blowjob on the spot in order to say thank you; I thanked her for the thought but told her she didn’t need to reciprocate yet I’d take a rain check.

Holly was different. She was sitting nude at her desk working on her laptop when I went in with the last bouquet. She turned flashing me her entire beaver and with a big grin said, “Oh good, someone’s here to fuck and eat pussy.” Now I’m a sucker for naked women and dirty talk. I spent about a half-hour eating her pussy and turning her into a quivering mass of cock-eating flesh. After her fourth orgasm, I bid her a temporary goodbye until later. She was lying naked on her bed still shuddering from my attentions to her. I expressed my hope that she wouldn’t flunk out of college.

Holly said on my way out of her room, “You know Mel described how happy you made her. I think I first heard about you two years ago when she was a returning sophomore and I was a junior. I didn’t believe her. I thought, ‘No one can be that good.’ I was sooooo wrong! You are magnificent.” She paused and pulled her knees up to her chest in a self- hug. “I’d follow you to the ends of the earth the way I’m feeling right now. I feel so loved by you and I love you so much in return. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

I went back to the bed, sat and held her close for a few minutes. Finally, I said, “I apologize for interrupting your study time, but I think your break is over. Time to finish your paper otherwise you won’t have time to spend with all your lovers later.” I grinned and kissed her forehead. She gave a huge sigh of resignation. I rose and left the room, going back to reading and perusing the magazines and books I bought. I smelled of Holly.

Around six the rest of the house appeared, hungry and thirsty for dinner and wine or beer. Robbie and I offered to make a pizza and beer run. An hour later we were sitting on the front porch of the old house finishing a pizza and having an animated conversation about global warming and how to reduce our carbon footprints. Mel finally announced that this was her last evening for a while with her fiancé so they were going to sneak away and leave the rest of us ‘to our own devices’. Before he disappeared, I reaffirmed that I’d drive him to the airport early the next morning.

The three women and I were left with a potentially awkward decision about where I would spend the rest of the evening and where I’d sleep. Sarah came and kissed me and thanked me for spending time with her the night before and insisted that she would be happier if I spent time with either Holly or Chris - or both of them. “Besides,” she said, “I have about two-hundred pages in a laser technology book I’m supposed to have read by tomorrow so I’d better get going.” With that she disappeared to her room.

Chris and Holly looked at each other and at me. Chris said, “How about the three of us go and entertain each other?”

Holly smiled and added, “The last two days were my first group sex experience and, well, I really, really like it. I am honored that you included me. I guess I’m an exhibitionist at heart. I think I’ve discovered I’m also bisexual over the past two days. Wow, I like the taste of pussy! Who knew? Let’s go!” She hopped up from her seat and pulled Chris and then me to our feet. We ended in Chris’ bedroom since she had the larger bed.

“I have an idea,” I said; both women looked interested. “I want us each to think of something very unusual and creative to do while we make love and sometime tonight while we’re all in bed you do it or make it happen or whatever. You may use ‘toys’ or other people or just about anything to create pleasure for one or both of us, it just has to be unusual - even kinky.” I went on, “No pain or embarrassment either, just good clean sexual fun.” They both nodded slowly and I could see the wheels in their heads start to whirl as they tried to think of ideas.” I cheated; I already had an idea from a sexy story I’d read on some website the week before.

As the three of us stood next to the bed, I reached over and slowly started to unbutton Holly’s blouse. She watched my fingers with an air of detachment. I gestured to Chris to join me. She moved behind Holly, lifted her hair, kissed the nape of her neck and ran her tongue up behind Holly’s lovely ears. Holly actually started to purr. When I had her blouse open, I bent down and ran my tongue around the visible cleavage I could now see where her brassiere held her globes in position. Chris’ hands came around her and rubbed her bare mid-drift, occasionally arching up and stroking the enclosed globes.

Finally, Chris slowly removed the blouse from our darling partner. As her shoulders became bare, we each leaned into a naked shoulder and kissed and licked, moving up her neck - one of us from the front and one from behind her. The purring got louder. Chris unlatched the catch to her bra but rather than strip it from her I just let it hang along her arms, almost but not quite baring her enlarged areolas and nipples to us. I kept using my tongue aggressively around her chest and neck. I could see that Chris was doing the same to Holly’s back and torso, almost giving her an oral massage.

Holly was barefoot and wearing blue jeans. I moved down to her navel and licked along the beltline of her jeans then un-did the buckle, catch and zipper that held them in place. Chris’ hands reached around Holly and grasped the fabric on the side and, in an oscillating motion from side to side, slid the jeans down Holly’s legs. I held Holly’s hips to steady her, licking her mid-drift some more as I did so.

Holly stepped out of the jeans when Chris had them down by the floor. I could hear her panting now in her sexual excitement; I was surprised since we had yet to actually touch any of the areas that society has dubbed as taboo or sexual. Chris looked aroused and I was starting to also have sexual urges.

I gently slid Holly’s bra down her arms. She gave a huge sigh of relief that we were finally moving onto one of her erogenous zones. Chris came around and joined me in front of our lover; she took Holly’s left breast and I took her right. We both started to romance our lover with our tongues, our lips, our fingers, our hair, anything we could think of to excite the neophyte.

Holly stood with her legs apart for stability, her hands loose at her side - but occasionally reaching to stroke one of us, her head was back with her eyes closed. She was almost in a sexual trance, just absorbing the erotic sensations we were providing her. This went far beyond anything we had done that morning to please her.

Holly had an orgasm sweep through her. She squeaked and gasped loudly and tried to grab our heads and hold them to her breasts. She captured Chris’ head but not mine. Her hips thrust forward but there was nobody there to push back. After she peaked, a low wail came from deep inside her.

Chris and I went back to her breasts, but now worked our way lower, making eye contact and dropping our focus by unspoken agreement. Holly had on bikini briefs with an absorbent pad stuck inside to catch her drippings from her intercourse earlier in the day with me. I chuckled as I pulled them from her, thinking of all the fluids she was going to have dripping from her before we let her sleep that night.

As she stepped from the delicate briefs, I led her backwards until she sat on the edge of Chris’ king-size bed. Her head was still back with her eyes closed. I pushed her back until her torso was flat on her back. I looked at Chris and posed an unspoken question to her with my raised eyebrows. She smiled at me in happiness and dropped between Holly’s outspread legs. She gently ran her tongue up Holly’s right thigh; Holly jerked her legs up above her and held them spread and ready in the air, thus exposing her pussy for maximum availability. Chris adjusted and moved her tongue a little closer to Holly’s pussy. I could see her waggling her tongue through Holly’s natty dark pubic hair. Holly was already writhing about.

I pulled Holly up more onto the bed to make her more comfortable, putting a pillow under her head so she could watch us if she wanted. Chris moved into Holly’s slit, making sure to run her tongue deep into the little vee flap of skin that protected her clitoris. Each time she did this, Holly jerked wildly and sometimes slapped the bed covers with her hands. Finally, Holly came again, shrieking in a long, loud moan as the spirit of pleasure attacked her body. “Ooooooh, my God!” she screamed, “Chris, you’re killing me with pleasure.”

As she floated down, she looked at the two of us, still dressed and still desirous of bringing her many orgasms. Her eyes almost pleaded with us to continue and to never stop delivering the kind of pleasures we were capable of.

I asked Chris, “Can you do that again while I go and get something?” She nodded. I left Holly’s breasts and slipped out of the room.

I got a fruit pop from the freezer in the kitchen. I peeled the paper from the cock-shaped ice stick and thrust the raspberry flavored ice into my mouth to take the edge off its coldness. I raced back up the stairs and slipped back into the room to my lovers. Chris was madly thrusting her tongue into Holly’s cunt, literally fucking her with her tongue. Two fingers were also involved. She looked at me with a puzzled expression when she saw the popsicle stick in my mouth; then suddenly she knew. She backed away from Holly with a wide smirk.

I knelt before Holly and ran my ice cold, raspberry flavored tongue up her slit. She jerked doubly hard and moaned loudly. “Oh, fuck!” I stuck a couple of fingers into her pussy to be sure she was ready for what I had in mind. She was. I poised with ice pop ready to penetrate her and looked at Chris; she nodded with an evil grin, encouraging me to do the evil deed. I did. I pushed the popsicle into Holly’s warm cunt in one smooth penetrating move.

Holly’s body came vertically off the bed. Every muscle in her body contracted. She orgasmed and spasmed and jerked and writhed and ejaculated all at the same time. Her shriek might have alerted the campus police ten blocks away. I pulled the pop from her cunt with a rapid jerk. Holly yelled in pleasure, “Oh, my God, you’re trying to murder me. That was so fucking intense!”

Chris came back to Holly’s vagina and blew hot air onto and into her pussy, running a couple of warmer fingers deep inside her and even blowing warm air into her opening. I sucked on the pop, enjoying Holly’s juices. Chris looked at me and nodded again as she moved away and made the beautiful cunt available to me again.

This time she held Holly’s labia apart so I could see my target better - the obvious opening to her vagina. I again thrust the ice pop into Holly’s pussy and got much the same reaction as before. “Oooooooooooh, shit! Ooooooooooh, fuck!” She came again, only ninety seconds after her previous spasm. I jerked the pop from her cunt again and it went back into my mouth. Chris moved in with warm air and fingers.

Chris and I repeated the hot and cold cycle once more with the same results. Holly was a shuddery mass of Jello-like flesh in the middle of Chris’ bed and now her cold pussy tasted like raspberry. How nice! Chris and I looked at each other with very satisfied looks on our faces.

A weak little voice from the middle of bed floated over to us, “Don’t I get fucked? I’d love to have some cock, too - nice, warm cock, please.” Chris and I burst out laughing over the plaintive plea.

“Go to it, Mister,” Chris said to me as she started to unbutton my shirt. I pulled her blouse out and we proceeded to strip each other down to complete nudity. How nice. We admired our handiwork. Chris grabbed my cock and put it in her mouth and sucked me up to complete hardness then aimed me at Holly’s exposed pussy and acted as if she was firing shots at her.

I knee walked up the bed and thrust my cock into Holly’s sticky raspberry-flavored pussy. She shrieked with pleasure and squeaked loudly during my first several thrusts into her. Her sounds actually made me harden further than Chris had left me, but then fucking does that anyway.

I pulled Holly’s legs over mine so we could both watch my cock moving in and out of her body. She watched with great interest. I leaned in often and smoothed or pinched her breasts and nipples. They were swaying wildly as we fucked.

Chris had taken over the ice pop, and she moved up to suck on one of Holly’s breasts with her icy mouth and tongue. At the same time, she was doing this, she opened her legs in front of me and started to massage her clit with one hand. The sight was highly arousing: Holly with my cock buried in her tight pussy and breasts swaying, and Chris masturbating and showing me her open cunt as she sucked on Holly’s breasts.

Finally, Chris couldn’t stand it any longer, she reached over and on one of my strokes out of Holly’s pussy she grabbed my cock and pulled me out and to her mouth. She sucked mostly Holly’s juices from my cock. “This tastes good, even a little like raspberry. Holly, I’m going to be knocking on your door a lot. You are divine, and I love your musky scent, too.” She thrust my cock back into Holly’s pussy and went back to masturbating, then repeated the process of sucking Holly’s juices off of me again … and again. I thought that was pretty creative. The popsicle had disappeared by then.

I couldn’t hold off with all the sensations and sight pictures. With only a few seconds warning, I blasted my wash of cum deep into Holly’s tight pussy. When I’d given my “I’m near” comment, Chris had moved into stroking Holly’s clit in high gear. Thus, Holly fired off in her orgasm about the same time I did. I could feel her virginal muscles ripple uncontrollably around my thrusting cock. Then I was as deep into her body as I could be, clutching Holly’s body to mine as I filled her up. Through my orgasm, I watched as Chris brought herself to a climax a minute or so after we had ours.

We fell together in a heap of nude bodies as our climaxes passed. I remained in Holly and asked her to allow me to stay for a little while so I could her enjoy her wet warmth and tightness as I contracted. She looked so content. I pulled Chris’ sexy body against us and we worked out how three people can soul kiss each other at the same time.

I withdrew from Holly at Chris’ insistence. She lapped me clean and then moved into Holly’s cunt and sucked up the combined mixture of my cum and Holly’s juices; at least what she could get to. When she surfaced, she had cum and juice all over her cheeks and chin. I wasn’t about to remove the sexy juices from her; I found the sight of them stimulating and attractive. I leaned in and French kissed her.

Holly slipped from the bed to use the bathroom as Chris and I started to get into it. I wasn’t even aware of her absence until she reappeared sucking on a grape popsicle. She looked at me. I guess it was my turn in the barrel somehow.

Holly knelt over me and pulled the ice-cold stick from her mouth and inhaled my cock.

“Oh, my God, Holly!” I shouted as her ice-cold tongue and lips encircled by semi-flaccid cock. She sucked me clear to the back of her mouth and every square millimeter of her mouth was absolutely frigid. The stimulation to my warm cock was tremendous. I wasn’t even sure whether it was deflating or expanding the sensation was so severe. I could have even cum and not known it. Turns out, I didn’t.

When she pulled off of me, Chris’ warm mouth enveloped my cock and I went to the other extreme. The cold had now made Chris’ orifice seem like a hot pocket in her body. Chris deep throated me, forcing my cock all the way into her mouth and throat until her nose was pressed against my pubes.

Chris yanked her mouth from my cock and Holly immediately took as much of me into her icy mouth as she could. Chris moved by her and coached her in how to deep throat me. Holly made a couple of attempts and then started to succeed in suppressing her gag reflex so she could get me all the way down her throat. Even her throat was cold. She pulled off me, and then Chris and Holly changed places again. I could feel the cum boiling in my insides.

This time, they let me air-dry a little - each of them blowing warm air softly onto my sweating cock. It was stimulating yet gave me a chance to cool down from my imminent climax.

Chris was sitting with her pussy wide open to the world as she waited for us to decide our next moves. Suddenly, Holly thrust what was left of the grape popsicle into her cunt. Chris rolled back on the bed with the wooden handle of the popsicle sticking out of her pussy. She slammed her hands into the bedcovers, clawing at the covers yet amazingly leaving the popsicle with stick inserted in her cunt. She clearly had an orgasm, perhaps even ten times over. She was whining and moaning so loudly we thought the others in the house would intervene.

A couple of minutes after Chris’ climax passed, Holly grabbed my butt and pushed me towards Chris. Holly reached down and plucked the popsicle from Chris’ pussy, lined me up and pushed me forward so I willingly penetrated into Chris. “Oh, my God! Again!” I shouted. Chris’ pussy was ice cold - as cold as the iced grape popsicle that had just been inside her. I immediately hardened into a diamond-like cock, and I was ready to cum.

I thrust hard and fast into Chris, trying to use the friction to build up some heat between us. It didn’t work. She was using her legs to jam me into her cunt, too. To her I was a fiery stick that was almost searing the inside of her cunt; to me she was the arctic, surrounding me with a snug icy glove.

We lasted through about two minutes of hard and rapid fucking before we exploded into each other. Our orgasms were stupendous. We both shouted our glee and passion and the dirty words to emphasize our union: “Oh, you beautiful icy slut. Feel my hot cock in your cunt. I’m going to spray you with hot cum … fill you with fire juice,” and from Chris, “Feel my iced cunt. Iced juices there for you to suck. Fuck me. Drive that cock into me. Fill me with your hot man fluid. I want your cum. Warm me up. Oh, you feel divine. Oooooooooooh, noooooo!”

I forced myself to remain in Chris’ pussy after I blasted my hot load into her and we each felt the temperatures in our cock-pussy regions slowly return to normal as the minutes ticked by. Chris told me she could actually feel my warm liquid erupt from my body and wash her insides. She clenched me to her and said, “That was sooooo sexy. I want to feel that again sometime. What a rush!”

Holly sat naked in a provocative pose beside the two of us looking most pleased with herself. Finally, she said, “Hey, I got two for the price of one.” She bent down and started to suck our combined juices from Chris’ pussy. Chris was jerking around the bed and enjoying the sensations. I watched the sexy show wishing I had more resilience that I did. The two women pleased themselves and then the three of us curled up and slept.

Chapter 22 - Getting Published

Robbie nudged my naked body about five o’clock in the morning. Holly and Chris were beside me also naked, but neither awoke or showed any care in the world. He whispered, “Time to take me to the airport.” I nodded and slipped from my love nest between the two women. I watched as Robbie knelt on the bed and tenderly kissed each woman goodbye even though neither awoke to his love.

I shaved and showered in record time, dressed and then drove Robbie to the airport. Helping Robbie was more important than my morning meditation; I figured I might find a time later in the day. I was at the high-rise building downtown where my publisher’s office was well before normal starting time. I treated myself to a latte and sticky bun from the Starbucks in the lobby.

Upstairs in their offices, I’d even beat the receptionist to work. Finally, someone retrieved me from their lobby and took me to a corner conference room that looked out over the entire state we were up so high. I sat in a chair looking out over the rolling Ohio plains and slipped into a meditation. I was fortunate that people left me alone, so I actually felt I completed my transcendental time with the Universe.

I had never met my editor face-to-face but we had had many telephone calls and e-mails. Paul Davies was a tall lanky guy that I already knew was serious about his job and was a stickler for perfect grammar - unlike me. He was a senior editor who happened to like my work, so for the two books I’d been working on, he took it on himself rather than farming the job out to other editorial staff. He was also a Vice President of the overall company and had other management responsibilities.

Together, we were a formidable team - I was content and he was form plus marketing. With his help, I was about to launch two books we hoped would be well received in the market and that people would find interesting enough to read; the one on polyamorous relationships would probably be controversial and even be seen as salacious. Some that content was, of course, based on my own experiences.

After cordial greetings and some appreciation for meeting together face-to-face, we started on the two manuscripts. We focused on the smaller book first - the one on surviving in tough times, walking through comments and edits page by page. By five-thirty we’d finished the book and I downloaded the most recent version to a memory stick for him to pass along to the printer. They would prepare the galley proofs, hopefully by mid-week. We parted company and I headed ‘home’ to the girls’ house.

Holly was home, but no one else. She gave me a beautiful hug and lots of kisses to welcome me home. She also ground her hips into my groin in a very sexy manner. I almost felt I was home with Lynn and Karen she was so welcoming. I told her how creative I thought she’d been the night before, praising her for her ingenuity in our lovemaking. She beamed. I was watching this wallflower blossom before my eyes. She was literally changing from a shy and reticent individual into a self-assured and assertive woman that knew what she wanted from life. I was so glad for her, especially since one of the things she wanted was me.

She played ‘wife’ and got me a wine cooler at my request and we sat and talked. Mel came back from her afternoon seminar looking washed out and glad the day was through. I got hugs and kisses. Sarah arrived in a flurry of activity, kissed me and disappeared to swap books before she joined an evening study group; she waved goodbye on her way out - wolfing down a piece of leftover pizza. Chris arrived last giving all of us hugs and kisses; she held Mel in her arms and thanked her for bringing me into her life. I blushed.

I took the three of them to dinner at TGIFridays. It was fast and efficient and the food was predictable. The waitress carded all of us - me included; I left her an extra tip. Back at the house I expressed my wish to be alone with Mel for the night. Everyone looked glad for that decision and I think it was not unexpected.

Mel and I both read for a while in bed - naked, Mel nestled in the crook of my arm with me lazily stroking her breasts and keeping her nipples aroused and hence the rest of her sweet body. We kissed a lot yet she finished a couple of chapters in a book she was supposed to have read by mid-week.

As we lay there, each of the other three women knocked politely on the door, came in and kissed us both goodnight. Every one of the kisses was hot and steamy, and each woman was nearly naked. The parade of young bodies together with Mel’s nakedness resulted in an erection that Mel pledged to purge from the planet.

Well, it didn’t happen right away. It took Mel the better part of an hour to finally conquer and eradicate that erection. In the meantime, she seemed to succumb to a half dozen orgasms and then, as I came, a real mind-blower. We didn’t push the envelope further that night; we just curled up and went to sleep with my love stick buried in her pussy. What a nice way to go to sleep.

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I was in love with Mel - not to mention her housemates. As the week went on, everyone was very solicitous to everyone else and so in the evenings and overnights I spent “quality time” with each woman and no one was jealous or possessive. In fact, I could feel a joyous veil of love over the entire house.

I developed a routine of rising early, running to the stadium with Chris, meditating for half an hour, running home the long way, cleaning up, and going to my publishers. While we’d finished my first book on Monday, the one on surviving in tough times, the edits on the second book took longer, the one on polyamorous relationships. Further, the print shop had some malfunctions and so the galley proofs of the ‘surviving’ book didn’t appear at the publisher’s office until Thursday afternoon. I would have to spend the weekend and part of the next week with the girls. I think in the military they call this a ‘tough duty station’.

I called Lynn and Karen and gave them the news about having to extend my trip. They took it in stride and told me they missed me. I asked if they knew I was extending the family even further with Mel’s housemates and they said they’d guessed as much even before I left since they knew me and knew Mel’s living arrangements and friends through conversations with her.

They both made me promise to ‘tell all’ when I got home; as Lynn put it, we want to hear about your two weeks up there, stroke-by-stroke.” The two of them howled with laughter at that comment. They both assured me, with naughty chuckles, that they were happy and that they would call Robbie or Carl (at my urging) to keep fulfilled and in shape. They seemed happy which made me glad my trip wasn’t a disappointment for them.

I finished the final galley proofs of the ‘surviving in tough times’ book on Friday, finding few errors or printing problems. These were easily fixed with a long conference call with the print shop and the book officially went to press. That afternoon, the press agent for the publisher came up to Paul Davies’ office and the three of us talked. It turned out that the following Wednesday afternoon I could appear on a statewide network TV channel and talk about the two books. I reluctantly agreed to do so, even though I’d never appeared on television before. Paul assured me it would be a good thing and that I’d do just fine. My anxiety level rose just thinking about it.

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Chris was the only one of the women that didn’t have a major assignment due on Monday, consequently the two of us spent a very romantic weekend together, occasionally joined by one of the “honey three” as we started to call the others in the house. I remained ‘fucked out’ all weekend between Chris and all of the visitors to our bedroom. They made me feel right at home and I was only mildly homesick.

Saturday night, I took everyone to a late dinner at a real dive my editor, Paul Davies, had recommended to me. We sat around having a few beers and dancing while everyone took a study break. The place was dark, smelled of stale beer, and was full of mostly underage Ohio State students. I, of course, raised the average age in the establishment by about ten years. Mel and Chris were hanging on me, often kissing me and running their tongues into my ear. Sarah and Holly sat close by except when all five of us hit the dance floor.

Several guys were watching our group dynamics and looking for an edge where they could cut a couple of the girls from our group. Finally, one guy asked Sarah to dance; the guy and she put on a real show of dirty dancing. After a couple of dances, they came back to our table. He was just getting ready to make his ‘big move’ when Sarah sat in my lap and thrust her tongue into my mouth in an epic French kiss laden with sexual overtone. She looked me in the eyes and said, “Let’s go home and fuck, I’m so horny that I’m about to fuck you right here at our table!” She was just loud enough so her dance partner could hear her comment. The guy’s mouth dropped open. I’ll never know what stories he made up to rationalize his failure to score.

Holly was having a ball watching the whole scene; later she confided that she’d never had the confidence to go to a place like that even with a crowd. She sat on my lap for a while, too, and we nuzzled as the guys continued to watch with jaws dragging on the floor. I told them they were really stroking my ego; they all promised to stroke something else as soon as we got back home.

At least that night we all partook of sexual pleasures from each other. One guy with four women seems like a dream, but when you want to please everyone, you feel guilty that you don’t have a sixty-second recovery time.

That night I lined the women up by twos. One woman was eating another while I alternated doggy style between the two whose pussies were in the air. Overall, this approach created quite a few orgasms. I managed to hold off for a cycle as the women changed places, and then I blasted my load into Holly’s pussy as she was going down on Sarah. The two women actually came together, a testament to ‘thinking globally and acting locally’.

We all petted, sucked and stroked for a while and then I recovered. My second time that night I blew into Mel, coating the inside of her cunt with a lovely white wash of my semen. Chris ended up with most of it by the time she’d sucked it from Holly and Mel’s pussies. That night Chris, Mel and I slept together. In the morning, Chris slept in and I showed Mel where we could fuck in Buckeye Stadium - the same place Chris had shown me a week before. She loved the risk we took and promised to take Robbie there on his next visit, even if it was in the middle of a raging snowstorm. Her comment made me hope that Robbie was buried to the hilt in either Lynn or Karen; I wanted them to be happy with their sex life even when I wasn’t there.

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Paul Davies, my publisher and editor, called on Sunday afternoon and invited me and a friend, if I had one in town, to dinner with his wife and him. I accepted figuring that I could find a date from amongst the four women. Chris accompanied me out to the suburbs to Paul’s home. She dressed in what I’d describe as sexy casual. I knew that Paul would appreciate the sexy part. We brought some wine to go with the meal.

Paul and his wife were both in their early forties, Paul a tall lanky guy that was pretty good looking and Eleanor, his wife, a beautiful woman with prematurely graying hair. She had a sexy swishy style that appealed to me; she was also a ‘toucher’ - often putting her hands on mine or my arm or shoulder or somewhere on my body. At the time I didn’t think anything of it.

Eleanor described herself as working in advertising and media. The way the conversation went, I didn’t have a chance to pursue the details of that, especially since she had more questions for me than Paul usually did. I really ended up feeling like the guest of honor.

The two of them served us a very nice Italian dinner. Our dinner conversation was often between Chris and Paul, talking about the complexity of finding good authors, editing and then publishing their works in a way to make a profit so they could repeat the process with another author. Eleanor, or El as Paul called her, and I got in a conversation about polyamorous relationships. She was skeptical as to whether what I’d researched and wrote about was feasible in anything other than the Mormon Church, and even then, she doubted it was practiced today except some rare cases.

Chris heard enough of the conversation between us to stop talking to Paul and changed her focus to listening to El and me. I finally suggested to El that she listen to Chris for a moment. I turned to her and said, “Chris, tell Eleanor what kind of relationship I have with Mel, Sarah, Holly and you, and with Lynn and Karen and the others.”

She grinned and looked at Eleanor who still had an evident skepticism about multiple people being able to be in love with each other. She started, “Well, I’ll tell you the juicy parts first. Last night Jim fucked four of us. It was wooooondeeeeeeerful!” She rolled her eyes towards heaven to show that she felt the event had moved her towards heaven. Eleanor’s jaw dropped open; Paul laughed and looked most interested. Chris was obviously going for shock value.

She went on, “Right now there is Jim and four women in our house; Jim is visiting for two weeks. Mel, one of my housemates, and he had a prior intimate relationship, particularly since one of Jim’s long-term lovers is Lynn, Mel’s mother - they live in Sarasota with another woman named Karen. Mel is a student at OSU and so is Sarah, another housemate. Then there’s Holly; she and I are grad students working on our masters. We all love Jim - a lot! And what he helped us discover in the week or so he’s been here is that we all love each other, too, and I mean romantically as well as in a very physical way, but most of all we love Jim and the loving life style he’s shown us.”

Eleanor sat back in her chair almost in shock. If the chair back hadn’t been there, she’d have fallen flat on the floor. Her jaw went slack as she absorbed all that Chris had told her. Chris looked pleased with her concise description of the relationships we’d formed. I reached over and held El’s nearby hand; “Are you OK?” I asked. Paul actually looked pleased we’d shocked his wife. He knew that I was staying with four co-eds, but no details.

“Wow,” Eleanor finally said. “You … you … you have all these women that love you?”

“Yes,” I said softly; “There are others that Chris didn’t mention. There are also a couple of guys involved; we like each other but none of us are gay.”

“And … and … and … you have relations … sexual relations with the women?” she asked hesitantly.

“Yes, I do. We do and we love each other. We care deeply about each other and go out of our way to do all the things you would hope a lover would do for you, and I mean besides all the sexual stuff. We look for ways to help, ways to promote the person’s career, ways to keep their bucket full of love, ways to help each other grow and expand personally - even if that means encouraging them to have relationships with other people.”

Eleanor was now studying Chris and me. Finally, she directed a question to Chris, “And you love this man? He’s almost thirty years older than you are!”

Chris responded, “Actually he’s thirty-two years older than I am and yes, I love him deeply and with all my heart. I’ve never said it quite that way before.” She reached out across the table and took my hand and kissed it.

Eleanor turned to me, “And you love Chris … and all these other women?”

“Yes. That may seem hard to understand but I have always thought that you could love more than one person at a time. I was married before - my wife died about four years ago. She loved me and another man for a while and I learned that I actually felt richer for that experience and I know she did. I grew so I liked having him around, even when they made love because I knew that act made her exceptionally happy.”

“You … you weren’t jealous?” El asked now out of more curiosity than shock.

“No. Whenever I tried to conjure up jealousy, I thought of how happy Nancy was and that made me happy that she was happy. I really loved her. Now, I love Chris, Mel, her mother, and several other women. We have committed to each other in a way - no ceremony. Oh, and I don’t even want to put this on the same basis as the Mormon Church. You might think of part of this as spiritual, but it’s certainly not religious or cultish.

“I want each of my lovers to grow personally and spiritually. If they grow away from me or I from them I want them to feel comfortable to move on into the world they find and hope they are richer for having been with me for a while. On the other hand, I will work hard to love and keep them with me; it makes me think about how to be a better and more interesting person.”

Chris came around the table and knelt beside my dining room chair and kissed me; “I’ve never heard you talk about what you want for me this way. That’s beautiful.”

When I looked back at Eleanor, she was hypnotized watching Chris and me. “You two are beautiful together - even though its May and December, or whatever.” She paused for a moment then asked, “And this is what your book about ‘polyamory’ is about?”

“Yes. It’s about relationships involving multiple men and women that love each other. It doesn’t have to be a free-for-all sexual orgy the way some think, but that’s not ruled out. In my research, I talked people in some groups that were almost celibate. My own ‘Extended Family’ is a fairly lusty group of individuals, so we may be towards the other end of the spectrum. We do have a lot of sex.”

I went on, “When it’s just Lynn, Karen and me, we’re getting to be like a regular married household. We don’t make love all the time - frequently, yes, but we each have other interests and hobbies we pursue. One of us might miss a night or two of sex a week, even though the three of us sleep together.”

Eleanor looked between Chris and me then looked at her husband. “Well, I have to admit the whole idea excites me in many ways. I know Paul knows women he’d like to have a relationship with, and I confess I’ve known a couple of men since we’ve been married that I wouldn’t have minded a tumble with - even a longer-term positive relationship.”

I commented on her remarks, “To me the goal isn’t sex, although I have done that from time to time.” I chuckled considering my earlier admission. “The goal is to make someone you care about happy and pleasured, and to keep yourself stimulating to the people that love you. I seem to have a knack for identifying who I’d like to have a long-term relationship with in a fairly short time period, thus, I can start to move a relationship in a direction even before the other person might sense it - maybe even before even I am fully aware of it.

“With Chris and me, we both knew pretty much right away, plus Mel had been very open to Chris about her relationship with me and what my overall ‘status’ was so Chris was ready to love me almost sight unseen. I don’t like to see people hide facets of their relationships from each other. If you feel you have to hide something, you’re not in alignment and you need to work that out.”

Eleanor shot a glance at Paul then asked, “Do you still like Marjorie or Margaret or whatever her name is?”

Paul looked directly at her and answered, “Yes, I do. It’s Marge. However, except for flirty looks occasionally we’ve never even had an ‘improper’ word with each other. To be honest, I never want to upset you with anything like that. What about you and Gary?”

Eleanor looked guilty. “Well … we’ve had some improper words. Last week, he asked me if I’d go out with him sometime soon … hinting that we take an extra-long lunch. I know he wants sex … or love … or whatever. I just don’t know where we’d go next. Plus, you know he’s married.” She looked at Paul for guidance.

Chris and I were transfixed by their conversation. They were making some major changes in their life and life style as we talked.

Paul thought about El’s comments then said, “You should go with him. Take an evening - a night. If you don’t, you’ll always wonder what he’d be like and how you’d feel afterwards. If you keep having an affectionate relationship with him then bring him home and let the two of us make love to you. We’ll figure out what to do after that. Just know that I will always love you and that I am here to catch you if things turn in the wrong direction.”

Eleanor said, “This is a turning point in our marriage - in our relationship.”

Paul nodded and then smiled at her. “If things don’t go well, we’ll remember tonight and backup to here. I’m sure, however, that things will go well for all concerned.”

Eleanor looked at Paul with awe in her eyes. He returned her gaze. She finally said to him, “You should do the same thing with Marjorie. Tell her how you feel about her.” She grinned widely then added, “Maybe we’ll end up with the four of us here some night. That’d be really exciting.” She grinned lecherously.

I could tell it was time for Chris and I to say goodbye. We made the right noises to say goodbye. Paul and Eleanor escorted us to the door. Eleanor wrapped herself around my body and said to me after a long kiss, “Thank you. Thank you so much. You just changed our marriage so much for the better. I knew we were drifting apart and wanted other relations … our desires weren’t being met in each other. You helped bring that all out. We’ll fix that and expand our family now. We can get on with being honest with each other again.” Paul stood beside her and nodded. He shook my hand firmly; briefly kissed Chris and we said goodnight. When I looked back the Paul and El were in an embrace on the front step.