Message-ID: <19865eli$9902110939@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: deanajohns@hotmail.com (Deana Johns) Subject: *Savant P17 (FF,Mf sed, voy FFfFfFff) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: deanajohns@hotmail.com Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <36c2488a.45463839@burgoyne.com> ====================================================== Savant: By Deana Johns. Copyright 1997 All rights reserved. Limited permission to post is granted providing this header remains intact. May not be posted to any pay sites. May be offered as part of a collection, also provided this header remains intact. Permission to archive is also granted. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- This is one of my later stories. As of now, it is incomplete but already long. If you are seeking quick, cheap smut, you may wish to look elsewhere. But I think the true connoisseurs of erotica will find it plenty steamy if they give it a chance. This is an adult story, if you shouldn't be reading it, don't. I trust this is sufficient warning, given that I am posting this to a predominantly adult area to begin with. As always, comments are desired, welcome, and helpful. I especially like to hear from other women. Please reply to: deanajohns@hotmail.com -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Savant Part 17 Cindy thought about it. She was a bit surprised to find herself perceived as open and free.... but she realized compared to what she had been like, she was. What had changed her? Andrea! By making her do all those things she had. By making her watch her urinate. By making her masterbate in front of her. By making her parade around nude for her. Cindy pulled Candice's face around and softly kissed her lips. Then she kissed the trails of her tears from her face until she kissed her softly right on the eyes. Candice found herself quivering again under Cindy's touch. The next time their mouths met, Candice was hungry for them, but Cindy broke the kiss short and pushed her back into the corner of the bed. Candice, not comprehending thought she had done something to offend her. "What's wrong?" she asked in alarm. "Not a thing. Relax... *I love you*. I'm just going to teach you how to be free and open." Cindy said, kissing her softly before pulling back again. "You do love me?" Candice asked, insecurely. "Of course, don't be silly. What's not to love. You're georgeus! You're sexy, you're sweet and caring. You've got a great personality, you're smart and have dynamite eyes. Now do you wish to learn?" Cindy asked. Candice was so flabberghasted she could only nod. "Alright. Step one: Make yourself cum for me." Cindy said, leaning back against the wall without breaking eye contact. "Huh? You want me to masterbate for you?" Candice asked, beginning to blush. "Yup! I'll do the same for you. Touch yourself. Feel your luscious tits, play with your clit. You want to be free and open, be free and open. Open your thighs to me and spread your pussy lips. Let me see you touch yourself." Cindy requested, fingering her nipples playfully. Candice gulped. Cindy was serious! Candice had masterbated many many times, but *never* in front of someone else. She didn't know if she could. But she couldn't take her eyes off Cindy, now caressing her own body across the bed from her. Slowly, very shyly, Candice began to touch herself. Cindy held her eyes in a merciless lock. The only time they weren't locked, was when either of them blinked for an instant. Candice felt a hot flush rise into her cheeks. Then her breath became heavy in her chest. The combination of the sight before her and the touch of her own fingers upon her skin began to get the best of her. Slowly her fingers teased her nipples and cupped her breasts. She found herself thinking about Cindy's words about her tits being lucious. About an earlier comment she had made about loving her nipples, which were puffy and well defined. They were also extremely sensitive. Now as she felt them she found herself suddenly horny as hell! Her eyes locked with Cindy's, she opened her thighs to her and one hand decended to spread her lips for her. Just as suddenly she was *proud* of her body. Proud that Cindy wanted to see it. Proud of herself that she had drawn Cindy's attention and desire for her. It was as if her pride became an irresistable force that prompted her to do things to herself she had only previously done in private. Her fingers delved into her vagina and traveled slick to her nipples and lips. She shamelessly tasted her own essence and delved for more. Her eyes locked onto the scene of Cindy doing the same to herself. >From a seemingly long distance away their mutual orgasm snuck up on them and hit them almost without warning. Both women emptied their lungs as their hips raised convulsing off the bed. But no sooner had one wave passed than they were prompting themselves to another. Seemingly possessed they drove each other to orgasm after orgasm. It was Cindy who finally pulled a sweaty, panting, dreamily happy Candice into her arms and hugged her tightly to her. Candice hugged back with all the energy she had left. It was as if their souls merged in that moment and their futures were set. One day they would be bonded legally, but in their hearts they were already bonded forever. Chapter Thirty-two Cindy and Candice were in the kitchen when Andrea and Heather wandered in drying their hair. Heather seemed to be downright glowing. Andrea seemed fully contented. Andrea moved quickly to embrace and kiss her first love. Cindy turned from the stove and welcomed her warmly. "Mmmmm Good morning love. I trust you slept well?" Cindy asked. "When we slept, like a rock." Andrea giggled, eyeing Heather's posterior as she bent to greet Candice similarly. "Sounds like you two's night was much like ours. Candice kept me up most the night. That's some hot babe you've got there." Cindy chuckled to Heather. "Me? Kept you up?" Candice managed to gasp between Heather's kisses. "I didn't say I didn't enjoy it. Quite to the contrary, my love." Cindy replied. "Glad you two had a good time. Did anybody look outside yet?" Andrea asked, pouring herself and Heather a cup of coffee from the pot. "Yeah, it's a *Cindy* day out there." Candice chuckled. "Cindy day?" Andrea asked. "Yeah; Bright, sunny and *deep*." Candice giggled. "That pretty well sums her up alright." Andrea said, playfully patting Cindy's ass after setting her's and Heather's cups on the table. "Not to mention can make her tongue grow.... Thank you love." Heather quipped, accepting the coffee. "She taught me *that* trick last night. If we ever go home again I'll show you." Candice promised, sipping her own coffee. "Odly enough, I learned that trick from the woman I've *least* enjoyed making love with." Cindy mused. "And who would that have been?" Candice asked. "Sorry love. Can't kiss and tell. Just suffice it to say she is out of our lives. Hopefully for good." Cindy said, turning a pair of eggs onto a plate. "Amen to that." Andrea chuckled. "Requests for eggs?" Cindy asked, handing the first plate to Candice and turning to the others. "Two please, you know how." Andrea said, snatching a kiss. "Yes, I like them that way myself. Heather, poached, scrambled or over easy. I must warn you I'm best at the first two." Cindy asked. "Whatever is easiest. Like Candice's is fine." Heather replied, eyeing her plate. "Poached it is." Cindy said, snatching her own kiss from both Candice and Heather. The two women felt a bit flushed to see the other kiss Cindy so closely. Heather was sitting on Candice's lap. Cindy turned back to the stove. "She really is something. Isn't she." Heather mused quietly, seeing Candice's reaction matched hers. "That she is. That they *all* are." Candice replied in kind. The two looked at each other and melted together into another soft kiss before Heather slid out of Candice's lap to let her eat. Andrea watched the encounter with mild amusement. "Any sign of our elders?" Cindy asked. "I heard the shower running upstairs when we stepped out of the guest shower. I expect Betty and Jenny down any time.... unless they go for another round, which is highly possible." Andrea smirked. "I heard Denise and Penelope making quite a ruckus when Candice and I passed their doorway on our way in. So they may be a while. Perhaps I should hold off on the second batch of sausages." Cindy mused. "Why don't you finish up the eggs for us, then I'll spell you while you eat." Andrea offered, standing and moving up behind Cindy. She kissed her softly on the neck. Cindy giggled a bit and pushed her fanny back against Andrea, but kept to the buisiness of cooking for the moment. After a moment she added two table spoons of water to the pan and covered it, moving it off the heat. Then she turned to face Andrea, putting her arms around her neck. "I thought I recognized those lips. I've been missing them." Cindy said, moving to make up for her loss. It was quite some time before Andrea could respond. Heather and Candice found themselves flushing again as they watched Cindy cup Andrea's buns as she kissed her deeply. "Mmmm. Not too much, I'll wager..... Knowing how talented Candice is from the night before." Andrea teased, once Cindy let her breathe. "Yes, she is one *very* talented lady. We had a marvelous night, as I'm sure you did with Heather. But she doesn't touch that spot inside me that you do, just as you don't touch the spot that she does. I *did* miss your lips. I'm quite fond of them." Cindy replied. Andrea found herself getting a bit misty eyed. She hugged Cindy to her tightly for a moment. "I missed yours too. You are quite welcome to mine any time you wish them." she said. "Alright, good. Right after you deliver these eggs to Heather and I start two more." Cindy teased, extracting herself to turn Heather's eggs onto a plate. She added a scoop of hashbrowns, a couple of sausages and two slices of toast from a stack. She handed the plate to Andrea, but as she reached for it, Cindy held it back long enough to snatch a quick kiss again. Andrea giggled, then delivered the plate. Cindy had two more started before she got back. Andrea lay her cheek against Cindy's from behind and reached around to pull her back against her. Cindy lay her hand over Andrea's and turned her head to kiss her on the cheek. "You two certainly are a loving couple." Candice mused. "You expected less from immenent newly weds?" Cindy teased. "Yes, actually. I know quite a few couples who don't show each other *any* affection whenever anybody else is around." Candice replied, working on her breakfast. "That would be their loss. But you could hardly expect me to be uncomfortable showing affection to one I love very dearly in front of you two; after the last two nights." Cindy chuckled, adding the water to the pan and covering it. "There is that. You taught me a lot last night, but I've still got a lot to learn before I'm as free and open as you." Candice mused. Cindy couldn't respond at the moment, as the instant her eggs were covered and off the heat, she was back to kissing Andrea. "She is quite a wonderfully open and free woman, isn't she?" Betty asked, walking up with Jenny in tow. Her and Jenny made the rounds kissing the girls at the table good morning. They settled for kisses on the cheek for Cindy and Andrea as they were quite occupied. "Yes, she is. She's a doll. I thought so the first moment I met her." Jenny said, moving to pour her and Betty some coffee. "Mmm. Good morning loves. Did you sleep well, or at all?" Cindy asked, lifting her lips momentarily from Andrea's. "Yes, quite well, and just enough. I figure we spent ten hours in bed and maybe slept five at most." Betty chuckled. "Was it that much?" Jenny asked, yawning a bit. "I was maybe exagerating a bit. But I find a knock-em-dead redhead with great hooters and a nice ass in bed with me... well, what's a girl to do?" Betty chuckled, accepting a mug from Jenny and pulling her into her lap. "Just what I expected you to. Good morning loves. Sorry my greeting was slow, but not sorry for the reason." Andrea said, between kisses. "Ah, that warms the heart." Denise chuckled, leading Penelope into the french doors. "Yes it does.... and a few other parts." Penelope quoted a comment she had heard several times lately. "Good morning, dear hearts. Just practicing up for the honeymoon." Cindy said, finally backing off from Andrea's lips, but not releasing her. "Yes, good morning loves." Andrea said, a bit shakey. Denise and Penelope made the rounds with good morning kisses. Cindy reluctantly released Andrea into Denise's arms, but pulled her back right afterwards. "I forgot something very important:* I love you*." she said, hugging Andrea to her. Again Andrea found herself misty eyed. She hugged Cindy tightly to her and then kissed her again. "I love you too. Now you'd better fix your plate before your yolks get hard." Andrea said, not know how else to respond. Cindy tipped the pan onto a plate and then kissed Andrea one more time for good measure. Then she turned to Denise and treated her to an outstanding good morning kiss. "Mmmm my goodness, such passion. You must have had a nice night." Denise chuckled, holding her to her. "She was cruel and merciless with me... and I'd die for the chance at another one just like it." Candice chuckled, polishing off her breakfast "Have you been misstreating the guests, love? Shame on you." Denise teased, hugging Cindy to her. "If that's misstreatment, I couldn't survive good treatment." Candice said, rolling her eyes. "I take it our little darling was to your liking?" Betty asked. "On a scale of one to ten, I'd give her a twenty-six... on the *Richter* scale." Candice chuckled. "The Richter scale is an open ended logrythymic scale. The highest recorded quake ever would probably only come in around ten, twelve at the outside." Betty said. "Sounds about right. I stand by my assessment." Candice chuckled. Cindy and Denise seemed to be lost in each other's eyes for the moment. "Did I ever tell you that I love you?" Cindy asked. "Yes, but I shall *never* tire of hearing it. Now you'd better eat your breakfast." Denise said, kissing her softly once more. Cindy hugged her tightly, then turned and accepted the plate Andrea had finished making up for her. Denise moved to kiss Andrea good morning as Cindy moved to the table. She set her plate down and then made the rounds to catch up those she had missed so far. "Cindy seems happy this morning. How was your night?" Denise asked Andrea. "Most excelent, actually." Andrea said, snuggling happily to Denise for a moment. "From Penelope's dazed look, I think it's safe to say we all had a most exellent night." Heather chuckled, kissing her playfully on the cheek. "Yes, that's certainly true of me. Most exellent indeed." Penelope managed. "How do you want your eggs?" Andrea asked, finally releasing Denise. "Why don't you just finish your own. I can cook for the others." Denise protested. "Not a chance. I just rangled the job out of Cindy and I'm keeping it. Now how do you want your eggs?" Andrea asked again. "Poached looks good." Denise said, kissing her cheek and accepting a mug of coffee from Penelope. "How about you, love?" Andrea asked, turning to her. Penelope seemed a bit startled by the endearment. Her and Andrea hadn't been together yet. "Poached sounds good. If it's not too much trouble." she managed. "No trouble at all. Easier and more successfull than over-easy the way we do them here. How about you two adorable women?" Andrea asked, turning to Betty and Jenny. "Since you put it that way, love. Poached." Betty replied. "Let's make it unanimous." Jenny said from her lap. Denise took a sip of coffee, then bent to properly wish Jenny and Betty a good morning. Penelope sipped at her coffee, eyeing Andrea casually. Andrea caught her eye and nodded, blushing a bit as she started the second batch of sausages cooking. Conversation around the table seemed a bit subdued. Everyone seemed a bit dazed and blissfully content. Denise settled into a chair and pulled Penelope onto her lap. Penelope blushed a bit, but snuggled to her. "So.... I guess after breakfast... and a bit more recovery time, we ought to complete the set. I'm quite looking forward to soloing with you, Heather. If I may presume your mutual interest?" Denise asked. "Presume away. I'd be delighted." Heather demured. "Yes, who hasn't been with whom?" Cindy asked. "You and I are over due for a snuggle." Jenny said. "Yes, that will complete the set for me. Who else?" Cindy asked. "Penelope and I." Andrea said, smiling at her. "Anytime, love." Penelope replied, meaning it. "I think Candice and I would complete the set. If she's interested?" Betty asked. "*Most* definately. May as well see if my cardio-vascular system is up to a full-house." Candice giggled. "Well, I think all our cardio-vascular systems could use a little break before then. I need to check to see if the power is back on and wire it back in if it is." Denise said. "I'll be happy to help you with that. I need a bit more recovery time myself after my night with Andrea." Heather chuckled. "Has anyone looked outside to see how it is?" Denise asked. "We decided earlier it was a Cindy day; Sunny, bright and Deep." Heather chuckled. "That fits. So the storm is over?" Denise asked, sipping at her coffee and caressing Penelope's back. "Yup. Not a cloud in the sky." Andrea said from the stove. "Good. I can finish up the driveway so you ladies will have the option of leaving should you wish to." Denise said. "Not that we desire it, but clearing up the drive won't quite do it. Andrea and I had the radio on after we got out of the shower this morning. The police are asking everyone to stay off the roads today until the snowplows get caught up a bit. So *damn the luck*, you four are just stuck with us another day." Heather chuckled, dreamily. "Yes, *damn the luck*. Looks like it's loving by the fire all day." Betty said, kissing Jenny softly on the cheek. "*Much* worse things have happened in my life." Jenny chuckled, playfully tousling Betty's hair. "Anybody need to check in with anybody?" Denise asked. "I should call my folks and tell them that I'm okay. They don't worry about me much except in severe weather, then my mother freaks." Penelope mused. "You know where the phones are, love. I should call mine too." Betty said. "If Utah got hit as hard, I'd like to call and check on my folks." Cindy said. "You can call, but I doubt the ranger will have any information. But don't worry, love. Sam's level headed and so's your mother. They'll know to hunker down till it's safe to travel." Denise said. "I know. I just want to remind the ranger that they are there.... and see how the conditions are. They were due to come out tomorrow. They had to go in by snow-cat and have to come out the same way. I guess more snow won't really make much difference to that." Cindy said. "What are your folks doing in Utah?" Candice asked. "They're on their second honeymoon up in the mountains alone in a little cabin a friend of theirs owns. I guess they never really had a chance for a decent first one after I came along." Cindy mused. "Up in the mountains? God, they get *real* snowfall there." Heather said. "Yeah, so I heard. But I understand the cabin was very well built. My father was saying how it had withstood a severe winter years back when several others collapsed, before the owner even got the inside walls up. So I'm not really worried." Cindy said. "What about heat?" Candice asked. "Underground fed electric power plus a huge fireplace with lots of wood stockpiled." Cindy replied. "Must be some cabin. But no phone?" Heather asked. "Nope. The owner said that's what he goes up there to get away from." Cindy chuckled, "The nearest phone is at a ranger station about seven miles away." "Well, I wouldn't worry love. The driver of the snowcat that took them in knows they are there." Denise comforted. "I'm not really worried. I'm just anxious to get their permission to marry. I want to get this sealed before you all change your minds." Cindy said. "Yes, well before I would let them being snowed-in keep me from marrying you, I'd hire a helicopter to go in after them." Betty said. "Thank you. That just earned you a kiss." Cindy said. "Kind of an expensive thing to do on a teacher's salary." Candice mused. "I get the feeling they are good for it. You may recall they handed you and me a chunk of cash last night." Heather said. "Yes.... Well. I guess I'd better go check to see if the power's back. So we can shut off that damn loud generator." Denise said to change the subject. "I'll help." Heather volinteered, getting to her feet. "Since we're happily stuck here, think you could find some clothes my size?" Candice asked, turning to Cindy. "Gosh, I'm sorry. Sure.... I think you are closer to Andrea's size. Do you mind if I get in your drawers love?" Cindy asked, turning to Andrea. "I'd *love* for you to get in my *drawers*. I'm counting on it for later.... Go ahead, help yourself. Actually, I got what Heather's wearing out of yours." Andrea chuckled. "No problem. You are welcome in my drawers whenever you'd like too." Cindy said grinning, catching the inference. Cindy led Candice off to the guest room where their clothes were. After donning jackets, Denise and Heather returned to the garage. A few measurements confirmed the power was back. Then she had the dilema of Andrea still cooking breakfast. She looked at the panel and estimated time. "Go for it. But be carefull. I'd hate to miss my time with you because you got shocked." Heather called over the sound of the generator. Denise grinned and kissed her before reaching over to kill the generator. The silence roared in their ears. Inside, Andrea didn't miss a beat. When the lights dimmed and faded, she simply shifted over to the camp stove which was still on the counter. Betty came by and set a candle by her to help her see better. "That's our girl." Betty said, chuckling. "Yes... and I hope she remains *our girl* forever." Andrea mused. Denise quickly disconnected the generator wires from the top of the panel. Then, working carefully she reconnected the wires comming from the main breaker. She tightened down the last connection, closely examined the work to insure no stray strands were shorted to ground or each other, then she returned power to the panel. The lights came back on throughout the house. Heather moved in to help Denise replace the cover on the panel. "You really are very good at this. You could do it for a living." Heather mused. "No thanks. I like being a teacher." Denise said, turning to her. Heather moved into her arms and hugged her a moment. "I like you as a teacher too. I was just saying you *could* do it for a living if you needed to." she said. "Yeah, I guess I could. But why would I want to? If I didn't want to be a teacher, I already have a very nice offer from Andrea's father for a job as an engineer. I *do* have my masters in physics, you know?" Denise said. "No, actualy I didn't know. I'm quite impressed by that. I hope I make it that far." Heather said. "If you really want to go that far in school, and are willing to work for it, then I'm sure we can arrainge it." Denise offered. "Why would you want to do that? That's a lot of money." Heather said. "Because, my darling. For one, I'm head over heels in love with you. I want you to be all you wish to be. Secondly, I'd want you to do it anyway, I think everyone should be given the opportunity to go as far as they can in school. I may not be in a position to help out everybody, but I am in a position to help you out. But it's not really that much money. Officially a person is working for the university while they are working on their masters. You may not get paid much, probably not enough for your living expenses, but it should cover most of your tuition." Denise said. Heather seemed not to have heard the last part of Denise's reply. From the moment Denise had said she loved her, she was in a daze. "You really love me?" Heather asked, misty eyed. "Darling, I don't stand in the cold holding just anybody just for the sake of feeling them next to me. Of course I love you. I fell for you the first night. Fact is that you impress the shit out of me. Putting aside the fact that you are georgeus, sexy and a talented lover. I'm most in love with your mind, which you've shown to be sharp and well rounded." Denise said, softly nibbling on the corner of Heather's lips. Heather felt herself quivering inside. She turned her head a bit to make what she thought was a proper connection between their lips for a kiss. Denise resisted though, and followed her movement. Heather found herself abandon to Denise's actions. Denise didn't dissapoint her as they shared the most wonderfull kiss Heather had ever known. In the midst of it, Heather's body suddenly contracted in orgasm without any warning. Denise supported her gently by her elbows as she casually completed the kiss. "I've never fallen for anyone this fast or this hard before. I don't know how to act or what to say around you. You make me feel like a little girl experiencing her first crush." Heather said, quivering in Denise's arms. "Goodness, I hope not. I don't think a little girl could handle an orgasm like you just did." Denise chuckled, "As to how you should act and what you should say; What I desire most from you is that you be yourself. That you act as you wish to and say what is really on your mind. Because that is what I love about you." "Alright. What is really on my mind: Is that *I love you* totally and desire to make love with you. My whole being desires it. As to the way I wish to act, I desire to caress your breasts, cup your ass, feel my lips upon your nipples and taste your womanhood upon my tongue." Heather said, bravely. "As to the first part; I said I wish you to be yourself. Indulge yourself. As to the second part; I will be most happy to share that experience with you after breakfast." Denise said, holding Heather's gaze with her own. Heather's hands trembled as she cupped Denise's ass. Then one hand slid under her coat and up under her blouse. Their lips met as the hand found one of Denise's large breasts. ------------------------- "They got the power back on real quick. I wonder what they are doing now?" Cindy asked. "I'm begging to get *real* worried about you, love." Andrea said, serving Betty her breakfast and bending to snatch a kiss from a grinning Cindy. Jenny and Penelope already had their breakfasts. Andrea suffered a mild dillema over whether or not to start Denise's eggs when her and Heather showed up, looking a bit flushed and breathless. How would you like your eggs, love?" Andrea asked Denise. "Poached, please." Denise replied, distantly. Sitting down. She retained Heather's hand in hers and she pulled the younger woman onto her lap. Heather certainly didn't object to that, especially when Denise's hand teased her ass a bit. Betty observed the placement of Denise's hand. "Dear heart, you know the rules about no sex at the table while we're eating. If you want to fondle Heather's adorable ass, you're just going to have to wait a bit." Betty teased. Heather found herself blushing bright red. Denise couldn't help but notice. She moved her hand around to the top of Heather's thigh. "Now you've gone and embarassed the girl! But come to think of it, just exactly *when* did we instigate that rule? I recall you saying it to Cindy and Andrea one morning when we walked in on them. But I didn't know you meant it to be a hard and fast rule." Denise asked. "Actually, love. I was just teasing. If you can talk her into it, you can go for dessert while your eggs are cooking for all I care." Betty replied. "No... I'm quite content to wait. I wouldn't wish to embarass the girl anymore anyway." Denise said. "I'm really quite impressed with the way things are around here. When Penelope invited us to perform for a group of lesbians, I had images of wild orgys going on. A sex on the table, meals or not, sort of thing. But so far it's been quite intimate and reserved. The closest to group sex was the first night when Cindy and Andrea got things started with Heather and I after the rest of you slipped away. I like it." Candice noted, sipping at her coffee. "Oh, we're really not opposed to group sex or have any objection to group nudity. I think for the most part we just prefer the intimacy of one on one encounters. At the moment, we just all happen to be dressed. Myself because I had to go out into the garage where it was cold." Denise replied. "Yes, I can testify that group sex does occur here. My first time here the four of them all ganged up on me several times. I don't really recall them driving me home and putting me to bed. I just woke up just in time to take a quick shower before I had to go meet my boyfriend at the airport....." Jenny mused, trailing off at the end. "I'm sorry about you and Jake. I know he meant a lot to you." Denise said. "I'm not. Denise, in the past few days I've experienced more happiness and fullfillment than I've ever known before in my life. Much more than I ever experienced with Jake. All that happiness and fullfillment began the moment your lips touched mine that day in my office. I've lived with Jake for a long, long time. But neither of us gave much thought to marrige. I met Penelope, Candice and Heather just a few days ago and I can't wait to be wed to them. I'm thrilled to my soul over the prospect. There's a reason for that. The reason is that *they* are where my heart really lies.... And with you, of course. It will always be yours. For the record, I'm not marrying Penelope, Candice and Heather just to get to you. I love them all dearly for their own sake. They make me feel a completeness I never knew with Jake. A completeness I now know I never could have experienced with him. Fact is that I would be blissfully content marrying just any one of them singly. But I've got a shot to marry all of them and I'm going to take it, gladly. I don't know if our group will ever be married to your group. It's not really necessary for my fullfillment. If it happens, I will blissfully accept it. If not, then I fully intend to spend the rest of my life blissfully content in the arms of my wives. Our group marrying yours would just be the epitome of my desires. Just as my marrying all of them is beyond the joy I would know being married to any one of them singly. I love them. I love all of you. I'd be the luckiest woman on the planet to be married to any one of you. I wouldn't be, to be married to Jake. So don't grieve over the loss of him. His leaving gave me the freedom to love as my heart feels. What it feels is undying love for each and every one of you." Jenny said, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Someone should take that adorable woman to bed and let her know that her feelings are reciprocal. That we all feel the same about her. I'd do it myself, but I promised this lovely woman on my lap the next dance." Denise said, unable to go to Jenny with Heather on her lap. "I have the distinct pleasure of being next on her dance card. I'd be absolutely delighted to show her *exactly* how we *all* feel about her." Cindy said, standing and offering her hand to Jenny. Jenny moved in a dream into Cindy's arms. Their kiss was warm and hungry. They started moving for the guest room before their lips parted for air. "I do love that woman." Denise said, absently caressing Heather's back. "Do you want to go join them. I'll wait." Heather offered. "No love. Jenny and I will have our time together again soon enough. I'm quite content knowing that she will be in my arms again -hopefully many, many times in the future. I know she feels the same. Your love is not a substitute for hers. It's in addition to what I feel for her. To what I feel for all of you. I've come to love each and every one of you very dearly. You and I have not yet had our private session. I desire that we do so. But Candice's coment earlier has me a bit currious as to what it would be like with all of us together. What say -if everybody's willing- that we actually stage a *real orgy* this afternoon? What do you all think? Any objections?" Denise asked, looking around the table. "I don't have any objection to that. With the exception of Candice, I've made love with everyone here. If she is willing I hope to rectify that exception as soon as I finish this coffee. For that matter, everyone here has now seen me nude. I've nothing to hide from any of you. I'd feel comfortable nude in front of any of you. I'm not hiding my inclinations from anyone here. I have no objection to making love to someone I love in front of any of you. The someone I love could be anyone of you, as I love you all dearly." Betty said. "I'm game." Andrea said, simply. Serving Denise her breakfast. "Count me in... for all of it. Beginning with Betty any time she wishes." Candice said. "I'm in. I can't think of a more lovely sight on earth than all of you making love around me while one of you is in my arms." Penelope said. "How about you, love?" Denise asked, turning her view to Heather sitting on her lap. "Sure, why not. I doubt I'm as good a lover as all of you, but if you wish then I'm game." Heather said, a bit shyly. "Darling, I'm not talking about a competition. That's not what loving is all about. What I'm talking about....... Well, it looks real likely that we are all going to be married to each other. Perhaps not all right away, but it feels to me like we all desire that. Given that, I'd like to see all my future brides nude together, just so I can admire them. As to your lovemaking abilities.... I'd be most honored to show you everything I know.... right after I finish my eggs." Denise said. "Deal!" Heather said, kissing her on the cheek and then shifting to her own seat so Denise could eat faster. Andrea turned off the stove and joined them at the table. Betty finished her coffee and then made the rounds kissing everybody before taking Candice by the hand to fullfill her promise to her. Penelope sipped at her coffee, sneaking peeks at Andrea. "I'll be through in a moment love. I'm just as anxious as you are." Andrea chuckled, noticing. "Take your time. Now that you've caught me, I'll just sit here and admire you." Penelope said. Denise deliberately forced herself to eat leasurely. Heather sipped at her coffee, trying not to appear anxious. But inside she felt a nervous wreck. There was something special about Denise. She was the undisputed leader of them all. The acknowedged *matriarch* of both groups. Heather mused over this as she waited. It seemed a bit odd to her that her and Candice seemed to accept her as such, as they had just met her a few nights before. Penelope had only met her once before at some party at Betty's folks. Yet everyone seemed to look up to Denise. As a leader, as a teacher....as a lover. Heather was lost in this thought when she suddenly felt warm lips softly touch her neck. Then she *understood*. All questions as to Denise's right to the full respect they all felt for her vanished in that instant. Heather moved in a daze as Denise led her out to a bedroom in the extention. "So I guess it's just us two now." Penelope said to Andrea, just to say something. Andrea grinned at her and nodded. "Yes, love. And if I hadn't worked up such an appetite last night with that adorable creature Denise just led away then I'd forget all about these eggs. But I'm starving. I can supply you with a little entertainment while you wait, though." she said, stripping off her T-shirt to reveal her breasts. Penelope found herself entranced over the sight. Without a word she pulled off her own blouse and unfastened her bra. "Guess I should get used to being nude if we're going to have an orgy later." she said, meekly. "Darling, you would turn heads anywhere. There's nothing about *that* body to be ashamed of." Andrea said, working on her breakfast. "Thank you. The same is true of yours. I don't know how you came to be so uninhibited at such a young age, but I like it." Penelope said. "Do you feel uncomfortable about my age?" Andrea asked. "Not really. I had my reservations when I first met both you and Cindy, but you've changed all that. You've both convinced me that you're both fully grown women who just happen to be young. Cindy dismissed any lingering doubt I may have felt when we had our time together. She's one very talented young lady. I felt like a rookie compared to her..... I guess I really *am* a rookie at making love with women, compared with you, Cindy, Betty, Jenny and Denise. I thought I knew what I was doing with Candice and Heather. But we really *didn't* know. Not compared to what you all understand." Penelope said, looking at her coffee. "Like Denise said earlier; it's not a competition. It's about making love with someone you love. If you put your heart into it, you *can't* do it wrong. If you learn something that helps you to better please your lover, then that's great. But there isn't a *wrong* way to do it. The only wrong way is to not care about the person you are with. And if that was the case, why would you bother?" Andrea asked. "So *wise* at such a young age. I didn't learn what you just said -about why you would bother to be with someone you didn't care about- until I met Candice and Heather. Before that..... Well, I guess I was only with those I didn't care about. My *Boy-toys*." Penelope mused. "Don't get me wrong. I'm quite fond of some men. But I didn't understand *love* until Denise educated me. I think that woman knows more about love than anyone else on the planet." Andrea mused, shoveling the last of her hashbrowns into her mouth. "Yes, I believe that. She certainly taught me a lot about it in a short time. But you've *all* done that since the moment I walked in this door." Penelope said. Andrea stuffed the last of her toast into her mouth and followed it with the last gulp of her coffee. Then she bussed her dish and refilled her cup. She carried the pot over to warm up Penelope's cup. Then returned the pot to the warmer. Taking her cup in hand she extended her other hand toward Penelope. "I'd be pleased to show you all that I know about love. Bring your coffee." she said, helping Penelope to her feet. Somehow they managed to remember their shirts on the way to the bedroom. Not that they were needed there. Chapter Thirty-three. Heather lay snuggled in Denise's loving arms as Denise played her fingertips randomly through Heather's blonde locks. Heather sighed contentedly. "It's as if you were a goddess come to life." Heather mused. "Beleieve me, love. I'm no avatar. I'm just a woman, like you." Denise said, kissing her forehead over the compliment. "Nope... Only a goddess could make me feel this way so easily." Heather continued. "*Easily?* Wasn't I perspiring enough? I worked hard to get that response out of you." Denise teased. "Yes you did, my beloved. My appologies. I meant easily in relative terms. Compared to others who got little response at all from me from much greater exertion." Heather said, carefully. "No appologies are needed. I was teasing. But I'm still reluctant to accept your accolades. I would say that if those others exerted themselves more than *that*, and got *less* response, then *you* were probably less receptive. Over half my job at getting you cranked up was done by you before we ever reached the bedroom here. All I did was follow through on your obvious desires." Denise said. "It was you who cranked up those desires in the first place." Heather said. "No my love. I do not wish to be contrary and I certainly do not wish to appear uninterested -as that definately isn't the case- but it was *you* who cranked *you* up. Until we got in here I have taken no action toward eliciting passion from you today. In fact not since we showered together with Cindy." Denise said. "What about in the garage? When you invited me to cup your ass and feel your breasts?" Heather asked, thinking she had her. "You expressed an interest in performing those actions. I only informed you of my receptiveness to them. I did not initiate sexual contact with you." Denise said. "What about that kiss? You call that non-sexual?" Heather chuckled. "Frankly, yes. It was not unlike many thousands -or at least hundreds- I have shared with Betty, Cindy and Andrea over the past few months. Very few of which -percentage wise- led to sexual relations. But again I do not wish to appear uninterested. I *did* put my heart into the kiss. What it was, was an honest, open, sharing of affection between two people who care about each other. What differentiated that kiss from others, was your response to it, which was blatantly sexual. But I did not try to induce that, nor was it my intended goal. My intended goal was to show you that I had come to feel warmly about you. That I was impressed with your inteligence, your competant manner and your caring willingness to accept doing things for others which by conventional definition -as a guest- would not be your responsibility. Such as your helping out with the generator and wiring or your taking it upon yourself to refuel it this morning when it quit. The kiss was a thank you from me and an acknowledgement of how strongly my feelings for you have grown in the short time I have known you. But I did not intend to elicit a sexual response from you by it." Denise said. "Darling. If you don't think of *that* kiss as sexual. I'm in deep trouble if you ever give me one you think *is*." Heather teased. "Oh, I'd be most happy to demonstrate right now." Denise said, using her fingers to guide Heather's chin around. It was some time before either of them spoke again. --------------------------- "How on earth did you ever become so talented at such a tender age?" Penelope asked, stretching leasurely. Andrea rolled over and softly kissed her cheek in response. "Just lucky, I guess." she said distantly, thinking of Bobby. "That's not an answer.... But I won't push. I'll just revel in the result." Penelope said. Andrea sat up and drew her fingers through her damp, tangled hair. "Please.....It takes time for me to trust. I trusted too easily once and I almost lost everything that means the most to me in the world." she said hesitantly. "Alright. I wasn't asking you to reveal your inner secrets. I'm just really impressed. When I was your age.... Well, I was pretty awkward. I knew nothing about making love. I barely knew anything about fucking." Penelope said. "Until Denise showed me differently, that's all I did know about." Andrea mused. "I guess kids are starting earlier now." Penelope said, sitting back next to Andrea and laying her hand on her thigh. "Maybe... But I don't think so. I'd say that most kids mine and Cindy's age are still virgins, or just beginning to experiment. Cindy probably would still be if I hadn't seduced her when I did." Andrea said. "You were Cindy's first lover?" Penelope asked. "Yeah..... Actually, I think Denise was her first *lover*. I'm just the one who first had sex with her." Andrea said, frowning. "When was that?" Penelope asked, taking Andrea's hand and kissing it softly. "In the summer between seventh and eighth grade. About a year and a half ago. I talked her into coming up to my folks cabin for a week. We got to be friends towards the end of the previous school year. She tells me now that she *knew* what I had in mind. That she was ready. But I'm not so sure. I don't think she was ready for what I did to her." Andrea said. "You seem awfully hard on yourself about it. It couldn't have been too bad. Cindy adores you now. I've never seen a happier couple than you two. You're affectionate and tender. You laugh and joke and tease each other comfortably. It's obvious that you love each other." Penelope comforted. "Denise and Betty did that for us. I used to misstreat Cindy very badly. I treated her like my slave. I took her love for granted, like I deserved it so it was her responsibility to love me and put up with as much shit as I could subject her to. I came very close to losing her forever. I won't ever make that mistake again. Cindy means as much to me than anyone on earth. I'd do anything to keep her. If she told me to eat her shit, I'd sit down with a spoon and dig in." Andrea said. "You wouldn't really." Penelope said, sarcastically. "Yes, I *would*... and I wouldn't hold it against her at all. I learned a long time ago what *wasn't* important. Excrement isn't important, it's only unpleasant. On the other hand, Cindy *is* the single most important thing to me. I mean that above my own basic survival needs like air, food and clothing. I would willingly give her my last breath, my last crumb of food and every stitch I own. But it's not something I have to worry about. Cindy would never subject me to that. Sometimes I wish she would to make up a bit for the way I treated her. No love, when I say I would eat her shit and grin about it, I'm not speaking metaphorically or exagerating. I mean it. I love her that much." Andrea said, tears now dripping down her cheeks. Penelope was shocked by Andrea's response. She pulled her into her arms and hugged her to her. Softly kissing the tears from her cheeks. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to question your sincerity. It's just that I'm not used to such loyalty and devotion. Especially from one as young as you. Fact is that I've never known any kids at all like you and Cindy. It's like you are kids on the surface from a distance, but up close and inside you are mature, responsible adults. I admire your sense of devotion to Cindy. I'm really a bit envious of it. I've never known it myself or felt it from another. I don't know how I'd react to it really." Penelope said. "Do you love Betty?" Andrea asked. "Yes, very much so. To the extent that I know *how* to love anybody. But I don't think it's the same thing you feel for Cindy." Penelope replied. "Would you give your own life to save hers? Say you saw a truck coming that she didn't. You didn't have time to call a warning, just enough time to push her out of the way but not get out of the way yourself to do it." Andrea asked. "I don't know. I don't know if anybody can answer that kind of question. I'd like to think I would. I think I'd try. But more likely we'd both end up squashed. I'm pretty worthless." Penelope said. "I don't think that's true. Even if you have a low estimation of your own self-worth. I know better. I know you are important to Betty. I know you mean a lot to Candice and Heather too. Jenny's agreed to be your bride too. She's not one to do such a thing frivolously. So I know you mean a lot to her also. I know my other loves quite well at this point, you mean a lot to all of us too. So if you actually had zero value to yourself -which I don't think is true- then you would still have great value to others. Besides, I don't like that kind of talk about someone I care about." Andrea said, kissing Penelope's cheek. "You do? Care about me, I mean." Penelope asked, surprised. Andrea turned to look her in the eyes. Seaching her face for sincerity. "You really don't know about relationships, do you." Andrea asked, more statement than question. Penelope dropped her eyes and then turned to look at the curtained window. "No... I've never been very good at them. I don't know how." Penelope said, tears forming in her eyes. Andrea used her fingers to guide Penelope's chin back. She still wouldn't meet her eyes. Andrea forced her head up until she did. "Then it's time you learned. Because you are loved by each and every one of us in this house at this moment. I know you love us too, because what we shared a little while ago doesn't happen from sport fucking. We love you, you love us. All you need to do is show us what you feel in your heart. The way to do that is by making love." Andrea said, her lips decending upon Penelope's. Penelope found herself trying her best. Andrea wasn't dissapointed. --------------------------- It was hard for Jenny to comprehend that the sweet girl in her arms was the same one she had met in her office just a few months before. The change in her was radical. She'd gone from a shaken, insecure and scared little girl to a mature, self-confident, *happy* and composed woman. Jenny didn't doubt for an instant who had engineered that change; Denise. The others had certainly contributed to it, but it was mainly Denise. Jenny chuckled to herself over the concept that the change had been *engineered*. That was Denise in a nutshell. She was a fine engineer. But she had extended her skills at engineering to include *people*. Jenny wished that she was even half as good at understanding and helping people as Denise was. "What's funny?" Cindy asked, snuggled to her side and teasing her breasts lazily with her finger tips. "Not funny per se. I was just musing over the change in you since I first met you. Here I am, supposedly a great counselor and I had nothing to do with it." Jenny said, softly kissing her forehead. "That's not true. You helped me more than you know. You helped me see things in perspective. I was too close and too emotional about the events in my life to see things clearly. You helped me do that. Isn't that what a counselor is supposed to do?" Cindy asked. "Supposed to, yes. I'm not convinced I helped at all. I think it was mostly Denise." Jenny said. "I won't begin to deny that Denise is important to me. You know better. Nor will I deny that she has been the most wonderfull person on earth to me. I've learned a lot from her. But one of the things she taught me, is to give credit where it is due. You *are* a *great* counselor. You have helped me greatly in becoming what I am now. Partially directly and partially indirectly. You've helped Andrea a great deal and that affects what I am now. You helped both Denise and Betty understand their relationships with Andrea and I, and that affects greatly what I am now. Even if I don't need to talk to you about a problem, it's very comforting to me to know that I *can*. That I could come to you and find a willing, competant ear. That you would honestly evaluate the situation and give me an honest, competant opinion. That means an awful lot to me. More than you know. I also know that *everybody* has a great deal of respect for you. Denise not the least of it. That woman trusts you implicitly. We all do. When you speak, we listen. So don't go putting yourself down. You're a damn fine counselor and everybody knows it except maybe you.." Cindy said, digging her ribs playfully. Jenny couldn't help but giggle and squirm. She reached out and tickled Cindy in defense. Soon they were rolling all over the bed laughing and tickling each other. Finally Jenny cried uncle. Cindy gave her one or two more prods before she let up. Then they lay together softly kissing and caressing each other. "God you are good for me. It's like you were *my* thearapist. I always feel great after a session with you." Jenny mused. "What a nice thing to say. I prescribe about two-thousand more kisses and nudge me in the morning for two-thousand more." Cindy chuckled, moving to deliver a dose. "Mmmm. Two thousand kisses like that and I wouldn't be able to nudge anybody in the morning. I'd expire from happiness." Jenny said. "Hush. We'll take them one at a time." Cindy said, administering the next one. --------------------------- "I wish it could always be like this. It's like I've died and gone to heaven and found it full of stunning, talented lovers." Candice mused, snuggled to Betty's side. "I've felt like that since the first time Denise and I made love, and I keep meeting more of them. Three days ago I would have said my life was complete and that I had all the love I could handle, now suddenly I've got four more women entrenched in my heart. Three really, as Jenny's been there since the first time we made love, but that's been less than a month ago. I don't think I could take any more though." Betty replied. "Well, at least I'm not that big an addition. I'm not even in the same league as the others when it comes to lovemaking." Candice chuckled. "Dear heart, what the hell are you talking about? I've got goosebumps randomly traveling over my body at the moment just thinking about what you just did to me." Betty said. "Not the same as Denise can do, I'm positive." Candice said. "You'd be wrong about that. Don't get me wrong; Denise and I are permanant. Our souls are wed. I will love her to the instant I die and hopefully for eternity. And yes, it is true that she knows *exactly* how to please me. But that does *not* mean that *you* are not talented. You are *very* talented. The only thing that separates what I feel for you from what I feel for Denise, is the depth of feeling that comes with time. No amount of talent can bridge that gap. My body responds exceptionally well to your touch. That doesn't happen unless there is talent behind the touch. I know, I've tried it otherwise. I had a lover for years before Denise and I got together. What you just did put our highest highs to shame." Betty said. "Tell me about her. June, wasn't it? What happened?" Candice asked. "Not much to tell really. She's a closet dyke who cared more for image and what people think than she does for anyone else. I met her when I first started teaching at Ballard. She's the principal. One evening after school she found me in the shower. I looked up and she was just standing there watching me. I invited her to join me and she did. Clothes and all. I thought it was romantic. We started fucking each other fairly regularly. We continued to do so until Denise came into my life. Denise taught me what love was all about. After that, there wasn't much room in my life for sport fucking. I tried to include June in our life. It just didn't work. The changes she needed to make were far to great for what she was willing to do. I like being a teacher, but I'd give it up in a heartbeat if it came between Denise and I. June was so paniced about what people might think if they found out about our relationship that she almost blew it herself trying to cover her ass. She's a hypocrital bitch and I'm glad she's out of my life." Betty said. "So she wasn't that great a lover anyway." Candice said. "Not initially. She got much better toward the end. I think the change was motivated mostly by fear. She got real jealous over Denise. I guess that's what made her try. She walked in one Saturday morning and found us sitting in the kitchen in our robes. She tried to make us feel guilty, but we just didn't feel that way. I sure as hell didn't. Denise was the first time I ever experienced love. Anyway....A little while after that we had a party. We all dressed up as elegant as we knew how. God everybody looked hot. Denise invited June to drop by as a surprise for me. Up to that moment, we were all having a fantastic time. Fine food, fine company, slow sensual dances and all that. When June arrived, we tried to include her but it basically just didn't work. June and I were dancing. I don't know how we got on the subject, but it turned out that she was actually *ashamed* of her relationship with me. We had an argument. She asked to stay. There was more involved, but that's the gist of it. That night we all had sex together. I guess some of us were making love, but when June was involved, it was just sex. The next morning... Well, she slipped out and took Denise's house keys with her and had them duplicated. She came back on the pretext of losing an earing in my bed. She'd put the key back on the ring in the right place, but Denise had them all pointing the same direction. That night when Denise went home, she noticed her key had been removed and replaced. So the next day she set a trap for June. When June raided her appartment a few days later -looking for blackmail material- Denise caught the whole thing on computer images. That same day she broke in here. We called the police and reported the incidents, but didn't file charges against her. Later Denise installed a security system here for me. The whole house is covered with camera's. Denise wrote some hot software that lets us know if we have any intruders outside. It was so hot it caught a cat crossing out back one day. She had to tone it down a bit. Anyway, one night it let us know that June was lurking outside with a camera. She was trying to get blackmail pictures of us with the girls. Denise confronted her and threw her out. Later she came back with the sheriff. But they had no evidence. We -on the other hand- did. We showed the deputies the images of June taken out in the garden earlier and the ones of her trashing Denise's apartment. They called the girls parents and both said they knew where their daughters were and what was the problem? June continued with her acusations, so we filed breaking and entering and tresspassing charges against her. We let her cool out in jail for the weekend, then we met with her in my lawyers office. We told her the facts of life; leave us alone or stay in jail. She said she'd leave us alone, so we dropped the charges. We haven't heard from her since, but her acusations put the law sniffing on us. They put the house and our cars on surveylance. Denise caught them before we exposed ourselves. Actually, it was Bobby who spotted our tail. Denise figured out the rest. Anyway, in typical Denise genius and style.... she *bugged the cops* and disabled the bugs in our cars by shooting salt water into them with a syringe. We protected the house with the plastic on the windows. We could hear them out in their van, but they couldn't hear us in here. I don't know if they bugged the phones, but we never discuss things we shouldn't over the phone. After a couple of weeks, they got bored and went away. So that's why we're no longer involved with June. Basically she turned into a vindictive, hypocritical bitch. It's also why we're a bit shy about trusting new people. I had a relationship with June for four years and never knew what she was really like. It's nothing personal about you or Heather, it will just take us a while to feel comfortable trusting you with all our dirty laundry. We just have too much at stake." Betty said. Candice had been listening to the story. She knew there was more to it, but she didn't want to push. "I can see that. I don't blame you. The least you have to lose is your careers as teachers." she said. "Oh easily. But much more importantly than that, we could lose the girls. The law takes a dim view of lesbian junior-high school teachers having sex with their students. We could do hard time over it." Betty said. "But that's not it. We know about that. We knew about that the first night." Candice pointed out. "I know. There's more involved of course. But it's not my decision to make. I trust you. I think we all do. It will just take time to trust you with all of it. But we're willing to take the time. I love you. I think we all do. I think we all want this all to work. If you get married to Penelope, Heather and Jenny, and we all get hitched, then I think we have a good start on it." Betty said. "Yes... I want that to happen. I think I know what your big secret is anyway. It's about Andrea and her brother." Candice said. Betty did her best not to show her reaction. "I am unable to confirm or deny that supposition. I won't play guessing games with you." she said. "You don't have to. You aren't the only ones with skeletons in your closets. When I was a teenager..... I had sex with both my parents, my brother and my sister." Candice said, dropping her eyes. "I'm sorry." Betty said, after her initial shock. "I'm *not*. Fact is that I enjoyed it thouroughly. Maybe a bit too much. But when I got older it scared me. I realized how society would view it. I left home as soon as I graduated high school. I never even told Heather this. But I think it's important for you to know. That I understand about Andrea and her brother." Candice said. "As I say... It's not my decision to make, but I appreciate your trust in me. If you wish me too, I will talk with the others about this. If not, then it's between you and me. Forever if you wish." Betty said. "No, I want you to tell the others about it, that's why I told you. Just let me talk to Heather about it first. And I do want it kept within these walls. I don't want it to become public knowledge. It would be more than embarassing for my family. It would be the end of us. My father works for a very conservative company. My mother is active in community affairs. My brother has a wife and two kids and is now in buisiness for himself. My sister now has a husband and three kids. The secret has been kept between us all. To my knowledge you are the first outsider to know about this." Candice said, a bit misty eyed. "I'm honored that you trust me so much. I will honor your wishes. I can vouch for the others that your secret will remain one." Betty said, pulling Candice to her. Candice hugged her tightly. Tears dripped down her cheeks. Betty softly caressed her to comfort her. After a time Candice was more calm. A thought seemed to occure to her. "Tell me about these cameras. Do you have us all under surveylance?" she asked. "Good heavens no. We don't wish to violate anybodies privacy. There are cameras in every room. The one in here is behind the mirror over there. Would you like to see the image from it?" Betty asked. "Yes.. Please." Candice said, looking at the mirror in search of any sight of the camera. Betty grabbed her laptop and made the connection. A few moments later she swung the screen around to Candice. "God, that's clear! But it doesn't move with us." she said. "No, this is just a sample image. I could have the computer downstairs store them as fast as ten a second, but that eats up hard drive storage real quick. I just told it to take one sample and send it to me." Betty said. "But there are no wires. How did you get this image?" Candice asked. "Over the phone lines. This laptop has a cellular link built into it. I dialed up the computer on it's own devoted phone line we had installed for it. I can control the entire security system from my laptop. The computer will also call my laptop and send me any images when it detects an intruder. Failing to connect to my laptop, it will upload the files to my Internet account. The idea being that if someone steals the computer here, then we have an off-site record of it. Here, this is an image of the front yard right now." Betty said, calling it in and showing it to her. "That's amazing! This must have cost a fortune!" Candice said. "No, actually it made us money. Denise anyway. The software she wrote to run this has been selling to companies like hotcakes. She's made over the equivalent of half her teachers salary just from the sales of it alone. She's just finishing up another product out that promises to be just as big a seller." Betty said. "Can you show me the other rooms?" Candice asked. "I could, but I won't violate their privacy. Denise hasn't got the cameras installed into the extension yet anyway, so the only place I could show you would be the guest room." Betty said. "I respect that. I just wanted to know if you could." Candice said. "How about a portrait of us together instead?" Betty offered. "Yes, I'd like that." Candice said. Betty set it up and then moved around behind her, laying her face next to Candice's cheek. She had Candice look at their image in the mirror. When the image was right, Betty hit the enter key and then sat down behind Candice to call in the image. "Oh, that's lovely! God I wish I had a copy of it." Candice said, a bit misty eyed. "Can do love...... It should be rolling off the laser printer by the time we get down there." Betty said, making a few keystrokes. "Really? It will look that good?" Candice asked. "Much better. This screen has limited resolution. It will look almost as sharp as a photograph. I had Denise get the best camera available for this room, just for occaisons like this." Betty said, donning a robe. "It's really neat that she can do all those things. She's a very special lady." Candice said, donning her own robe. "That she is. I love her like air. My whole world revolves around her. I'd be lost without her love in my life....... Not to diminish a bit what I feel for you and the others. But Denise was, is and always will be my first love. She was the first person who treated me like a lady. The first person to look beneath the surface. I'd willingly die for that lady." Betty said, leading Candice down the stairs. "I think it's wonderful that you found each other. I've never met two people more in love in my life. That you can freely share your love with others is phenomenal. Most people would try to keep such a love to themselves." Candice said. "But that is precisely why our love is so strong. We've never tried to deny the other a thing their hearts desired. It's the very reason why we were able to have a relationship with the girls. That by itself is reason enough to vindicate that philosophy. The philosophy that a person can have more than one special somebody in their lives at a given moment. Isn't that what allowed you and Heather to share your love with Penelope when you first got together?" Betty asked. "I wish that I could admit to it being that cozy and honorable. Fact is that at times Heather and I seriously argued about Penelope. Funny thing is that we both would accuse the other of encouraging her, and we were *both* right. We both do desire her in our lives. But we've both had a hard time accepting that at times. It was like we felt that if the other loved Penelope, it somehow meant that we didn't love each other. It's almost caused us to break up several times." Candice admitted. "And how do you feel about that now?" Betty asked. Candice thought for a moment before replying. "Differently. It's like everything has changed since we got here the other evening." Candice said. "Why is that? Do you love Heather less than you did?" Betty promted. "No... *More*. It's like I've suddenly learned how to love her to the degree that my heart feels." Candice mused thoughtfully. "So you love her more. Yet at this moment she is with yet *another* woman besides even Penelope. Since you got here, she's been with all of us four, Penelope and Jenny. So you must be insanely jealous at this point if you almost broke up over Penelope." Betty said, keeping a serious tone to her voice, but trying to hide her smile. "No... That's not true...... And I see by your hidden smirk that you know it isn't true." Candice said. "Forgive me love. I wished only for you to face it yourself. Yes, I know it isn't true. I also know *why* it isn't true. You aren't jealous... precisely *because* you love Heather. You love her as you've never loved her before. What you feel for her is deeper and stronger than you've ever known it to be. To all manner of the worlds thinking, you should be the most jealous at this very moment when you find yourself the most in love with her. Quite a paradox is it not?" Betty asked. "How can you know that? It's true, but how do you know it?" Candice asked. "I know it, because it is precisely how *I feel*. I love Denise to the depth and breadth of my soul, yet at this moment she is with your beloved Heather. Yet I do not feel jealousy over that, rather I *revel* over the joy she is experiencing. That is how I *know* how *you* feel." Betty said, leading Candice into the library. Candice was silent as Betty pulled the picture from the printer and handed it to her. She was struck by how clear it was. She stood there silently looking at it. Admiring the beauty she saw in the image. Two women in love. She felt Betty's arms slide around her as in the image. They slid inside her robe and fingertips lightly teased her nipples. Warm lips softly nibbled on her neck. "We do look good together, don't we?" Betty asked. "Yes... It's lovely. Too bad I can never show it to anybody." Candice said. "Why not? Are you ashamed of it?" Betty asked, softly nibbling up behind her ear. "No.... I can't show it to anybody else... Because it could be damaging to you. I wouldn't want that to happen to someone I love so dearly." Candice said. She still looked at the image but was having difficulty concentrating on it with what Betty's fingers were doing to her breasts. She found herself softly moaning in pleasure and leaning back against Betty. Betty turned her in her arms and gently removed the image from Candice's fingers and set it on the counter. Candice was powerless when Betty moved to pull her robe unfastened and openly admired her body. Her fingers reached out and lightly caressed her breasts again. Candice closed her eyes in pleasure. Betty guided her back against the low credenza and pushed her back onto it, pulling the robe fully aside and moving between her legs. Warm lips decended upon her neck as fingers teased her nipples and down over her abdomen. "Think of it, my love. At this moment your most beloved is in the arms of my most beloved. Feeling the exact thing you now feel at my touch. Do you revel in her pleasure as much as I revel in the pleasure she is giving Denise?" Betty asked. "Yes......" Candice said, breathlessly as her body quivered under Betty's gentle touch. A moment later a finger teased between her labia as lips decended upon hers. A warm tongue met hers and swirled around it as the finger gently probed deeper into her womanhood until it found her G-spot. She swooned in abandon as the lips decended down her neck and over her nipples to eventually find their way to the same area. In her mind a mixed image of her greatest love experiencing the same pleasure from another..... and from her as soon as she could get back to her. They made love on the counter, then on the floor, then on the counter again as Candice repaid Betty for her pleasure. Rather than move to the floor again, Betty guided her out to the sofa by the fireplace. ----------------------- Heather found herself looking into Denise's emerald eyes once again. Inside she melted once more. She was deeply in love with this woman. But it was somehow different. Denise wasn't the only one in her heart. Upon looking she found it full of love for everyone in the house. She pondered over how this could be. "Something wrong my love?" Denise asked, lightly drawing her fingers up Heather's sides. "Not a thing on earth. I was pondering the mysteries of my heart." Heather replied. "Oh, and what did you see?" Denise prompted. "That I love you." Heather replied, laying he head upon Denise's shoulder. "As I love you. But you found that you loved me a mystery?" Denise asked. "No... You are the easiest person to love that I ever met. The mystery is that you are not the only person in my heart. In fact I found it quite full. I find that I am in love with everyone in this house." Heather replied, sighing deeply. "And this troubles you?" Denise asked, continuing her caresses. "Not troubles. I'm quite thrilled about it. Puzzles is more accurate." Heather said, quivering a bit over Denise's caresses. "Why should this puzzle you? Did you not love Candice before you ever came here?" Denise prompted. "Yes.... but not to the degree I do now. It's like I've learned how to love since I got here. That's the part that puzzles me. I'm more in love with her than I ever knew I could love anybody.... but I love *you* -and the others- too." Heather admitted. "Odd how that works, isn't it? I fell hard for Betty, Cindy and Andrea all within one month. It seemed that the more I loved.... the more I could love. Now it's happened again. I'm in love with you, Candice and Penelope too. I always was in love with Jenny." Denise said. "How *did* you meet her?" Heather asked. "Oh... I had a pretty bad experience with an abusive lover back when I was in college. When she left me.... It was pretty bad. She left me tied up in our dorm room for three days. Her last act was to shove a laxative in my mouth. I was pretty messy and mentally screwed up when they finally found me. The authorities lined me up with Jenny as a counselor. She helped me put my life back together." Denise admitted. "I'm sorry. I didn't know". Heather said. "It's okay. No way you could have known. Anyway, that's how I met Jenny." Denise said. "I can't even fathom anybody every abusing you. That's like.... I don't know... like juggling with Steuben crystal." Heather commented, kissing her softly on the cheek. "Whoa.... Thank you for the compliment, but more like mason jars I should think." Denise chuckled. "Why do you do that? Put yourself down like that?" Heather asked. "I wasn't putting myself down, exactly. I was refusing to accept an absurd compliment." Denise said. "It wasn't absurd. You *are* as valuable as Steuben crystal.... to me." Heather argued. "Thank you, then I will accept it as a metaphoric symbol of your attraction to me..... I've grown most fond of you as well these past few days." Denise said, lightly caressing Heather's firm body. Their eyes met and their gaze lingered. Somehow they found themselves drifting into a gentle kiss which lasted a long time. Heather hugged her tightly one last time, then rolled to the edge of the bed. "Where are you going, my sweet?" Denise inquired. Heather looked back at her and grinned, then let her gaze drink in Denise's loveliness from head to foot and back. "I figured I'd better get away while I still had a shred of resistance. If we start at it again then we'll never make the orgy..... besides; I'm hungry. You've sapped my body of all energy with your tender touch." Heather said, offering her hand to Denise. "Well, I guess we'd better feed you then, hadn't we. I wouldn't wish to see you expire by my hand." Denise chuckled, accepting the hand and climbing off the bed. They didn't make it very far for a while as they used the opportunity to experience another standing nude embrace and long kiss. ------------------------ "I feel I've died and I'm floating in an angels arms." Candice mused, laying in Betty's arms on the sofa. "Yes, that would be the endorphins. As I'm certainly no angel." Betty chuckled, dreamily. "You are to me." Candice said, softly kissing her cheek. "Mmmm Thank you. You're kind of cute yourself." Betty said, hugging her playfully. "So glad you think so..... I wonder where everybody is?" Candice said. "That's a silly question. Knowing this crowd." Betty chuckled. "I guess it is. But I expected Heather before this. She's got a metabolism like a shrew. Thank god her personality doesn't track it. Anyway, she's usually driven to eat something every few hours. If she goes too long, then.... Well, she begins to resemble one a bit in personality too." Candice said. "That tracks. Yeah, she certainly let me know last night when she was hungry." Betty chuckled. "The woman says what's on her mind." Candice said, trailing off a bit. "You kind of like the girl, don't you." Betty said. "You know it. Now more than ever. You've all shown me just how special *special* is. Heather's special. I don't ever want to lose her." Candice said. "Then feed me, wench!" Heather chuckled from the foot of the sofa. "Nag, nag, nag. I'll feed you if you come here and let me kiss you first." Candice said, sitting up. "Deal!" Heather said, moving to her. Candice only made it to her knees on the sofa before Heather was hugging her tightly and kissing her hungrily. "Hello, love. Had a very nice time from the looks of it." Denise said, moving to pull Betty into her arms for the same. "Yes, I had a delightful time, as you well know. She's some special lady." Betty said, meeting her lips. Their kiss was long and tender. Surprisingly tender to Betty. She pulled back finally with a questioning look in her eyes. "I love you. I just wanted to let you know it." Denise said softly. "Thank you. I do know it, but it's good to hear and know. I love you too, darling." Betty replied, getting misty eyed. "Cool, lets get married." Denise said, playfully. "As soon as we can book the flight, love." Betty said, hugging her tightly. "So where's this food you promised me? I need energy for the orgy." Heather said, finally pulling back from Candice's lips. "Orgy?" Candice asked, not understanding. "You two had already gone off when I suggested it. After the others trail in in search of nourishment. If nobody objects, then why not be open about it. We've *all* been with each other now. We are all fully addicted to each other at this point. I think we are all comfortable nude in front of each other. Lets have a wild lovemaking party. Personally I can think of nothing hotter than to make love to one of you with all the others around us making love too." Denise said. "Sure, why not. It sounds like fun. Lunch first?" Betty asked. "I think that's a given. Heather here has been gnawing on my ankle." Denise teased, reaching out and tossling her hair playfully. "What did I say, Betty?" Candice chuckled. "Hey, I only nibbled a bit. Tenderly." Heather protested. "Yes you did, it was marvelous." Denise said, bending to kiss her tenderly. "Hey! What's going on in here? You starting the orgy without us?" Cindy asked, trailing Jenny by the hand. "Wouldn't think of it, loves. I think we're going to do lunch first. If Heather gets started on our legs before that we might all end up known as *Shorty*." Denise said, hugging Betty again and then turning to greet Cindy and Jenny. "I say we all gang up on Denise, right after lunch." Jenny said, kissing her on the cheek while Cindy occupied her lips. "What a great idea. Sounds like a fine way to start an orgy." Betty chuckled, accepting Cindy in her arms so Jenny could move into her spot. "Oh god, I'm a dead woman." Denise said, meeting Jenny's lips. "Betty assured me that Andrea knew some tricks that could raise the dead, so that won't save you." Candice chuckled. "Somebody call me?" Andrea asked, coming inside with Penelope in tow. "Looks like we're late for the orgy." Penelope said. "I think we're doing lunch first. Once we get past the greetings." Candice chuckled, opening her arms to Andrea. "I'll raincheck anybody I missed so far so I can get started on lunch. What shall we have?" Denise asked, hugging Jenny once more before releasing her. "Mmm I know. Don't you have some of those killer egg rolls left in the freezer?" Betty suggested. "Oh please say you do!" Cindy quipped. "I do." Denise said solemnly, facing her. Cindy suddenly blushed crimson red and got misty eyed. Denise kissed her cheek and headed for the kitchen. "I do believe that was a double entendre." Jenny chuckled. "What was your first clue?" Betty chuckled. "That I'm here. You dressing for lunch, or should the rest of us get undressed?" Jenny asked. "I like her just as she is." Cindy said, playfully cupping one of Betty's breasts. "We all do love, let her get dressed. The eggrolls will take a while." Denise called on the way to the kitchen. "I'll help." Andrea said, kissing Candice once more, then snagging a kiss from Cindy and Betty before slipping away. "Do you really want us to get dressed for lunch? Wouldn't it be more enticing if everybody ate in the nude?" Betty asked Denise. "Sure, it might be fun. But I'll be lagging behind if I'm going to use the deep fryer." Denise chuckled, pulling the eggrolls from the freezer. "What can I do?" Andrea asked. "If you could make a big batch of rice while I do these, then it would be a great help." Denise said, stalling to collect her rain check from Andrea. "Mmm When you ask me like that, I'd be happy to do just about anything for you." Andrea said, hugging her. "I'll keep that in mind, love. Let me think on it for later." Denise demured, playfully tweaking Andrea's behind. "So should I get dressed, or are the others going to get undressed?" Candice asked, not quite following all the hub-bub. "You may do whichever you wish. Personally, I think you look adorable just as you are." Betty demured. "Thank you, so do you..... So which are you going to do?" Candice asked. "I'm quite comfortable just as I am. I have no objection to any of you gazing upon my body, in fact, I quite like it." Betty chuckled. "Do you feel uncomfortable, love?" Heather asked Candice. "A little bit, with just Betty and I nude. This is all new to me. I've never been to an orgy before." Candice said, a bit shyly. "I guess that would depend on how you define an orgy. We've both been nude -making love- together with Penlelope. Last night, we were all nude around each other at the hot tub, but I guess that everybody was pretty reserved. But I wouldn't wish you to feel uncomfortable." Heather said, opening the closure on her robe and slipping it off. "Now *that's* a lovely sight. I think I'll join you." Cindy said, doing the same. "I was thinking the same thing.... about all of you." Jenny said, removing her robe. "Gosh, now I know how the emperor felt when that kid said she couldn't see his new clothes. Feels funny being clothed when the rest of you aren't." Penelope said, stripping off her own robe. "I've always enjoyed the view from Betty's kitchen." Andrea mused, glancing toward the living room from time to time. "Quite pleasant, isn't it?" Denise chuckled. "Delightful I would say." Andrea said. Cindy sat next to Candice on the sofa. Although a bit more comfortable with the others nude around her, she seemed deep in thought about something. "Still uncomfortable?" Cindy asked. "Huh? Oh...no, not really. I was just trying to figure out if I'd been to an orgy or not. I guess that first night when Heather and I were with you and Andrea qualified, as there were four of us, but we separated into couples quite quickly." Candice said. "Gosh, if four is the lucky number, then I guess we normally have an orgy every night here. But it never felt like that. I wonder what it really means." Cindy said. "As Betty once showed me -as Denise showed her- *look it up*. Words have exact meanings." Jenny said, settling on the other sofa. Penelope settled in next to Betty, so Heather settled next to Jenny. "Hello." she said, taking Jenny's hand. "Hello to you, my betrothed. I love your outfit." Jenny said, perusing Heather's firm body. Heather blushed a bit and snuggled next to Jenny. She found herself quivering inside. "It seems odd. I just barely met you a few nights ago, and yet it thrills me to my toes to be refered to as your betrothed. This is all so perfect, I just know I'm dreaming all this." Heather said, reaching out with her other hand to tenderly stroke Candice's side. "Damn, now you've got me curious. I'll be back in a minute." Cindy said, sliding off the sofa and heading for the library. Several sets of eyes traced her posterior as she left. Betty caught Penelope's gaze and chuckled. "What?" Penelope asked. "Oh, nothing. Just watching you scoping my woman. Don't blame you a bit. Cindy's always had an A-grade posterior. Come to think of it; all my brides to be do." Betty said. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help but look. I glanced up and there she was. The sight grabbed my eyes and just held them. I wasn't thinking at all." Penelope said, a bit worried. "Relax, love. I was teasing. First off, Cindy is *not* my woman in that manner, or she wouldn't be my woman at all. Secondly, even if she was, I wouldn't object to you looking and thirdly, if it was a concern at all, you would probably have to be more concerned with how your own betrothed feel about it. I don't really think they object at all, as this all started between Cindy and Heather and Andrea and Candice here." Betty said. "I certainly don't mind. I agree that Cindy's got a fine ass. I was looking myself." Heather said. "I don't mind either.... A week ago I would have considered shredding your eyeballs though." Candice chuckled. "But you were in love with Heather!" Penelope said in surprise. "I was, I am. Now more than ever. But we were *both* in love with you a long time ago. We just didn't admit it to ourselves." Candice mused. "Yeah, I was talking to Denise about that earlier. Candice and I used to argue quite a bit over you. Thinking back on it, we swapped sides quite a bit over whom we were jealous of. Neither of us knew at the time that it was okay to love more than one at the same time." Heather said. "I'll never forget that. It's something that Denise taught me. It's not a question of quantity verses quality either. With every heart that's touched mine since this all started, the quality of the loving has been nothing less than spectacular." Jenny said. Andrea listened as she got the rice started. Once it started boiling, she turned down the heat and set the lid on it. Denise changed her mind about how to prepair the eggrolls too, as they had already been fried once. She set them out on a cooking sheet and put it in the oven to heat. The two of them then stripped off their clothes and took seats on the side of the table facing the living room. Cindy came back carrying the dictionary. "I can't decide." she mused, reading. "What does it say?" Candice asked. "Orgy: From the greek *orgia* or [secret rites]. 1. a wild merrymaking. 2. an overindulgence in *any* activity; as in *an orgy of work*." Cindy said. "Gosh, not a word about sex. I always thought it meant sex between multiple partners at the same time." Candice said, a bit dissapointed. "I think that would be covered under the wild merrymaking part." Betty chuckled. "Or could be construed by some to match the latter definition. To most the world, indulgence with more than one partner -at the same time or not- would be considered overindulgience." Denise said. "So which did you mean, when you suggested we have an orgy?" Penelope asked. "A little of each, I guess. I was mostly thinking of the wild merrymaking. As to the overindulgience.... I don't think you *can* have too much loving, so that doesn't really apply." Denise said, following Andrea's gaze back to Cindy. "Since we don't have a *Mary* available, how about some wild '*Cindymaking'* instead? I think she looks adorable with her breasts hanging over that big book and her cute little muff and firm tummy below it." Andrea mused, not taking her eyes from her love. Cindy blushed a bit, but beamed at Andrea. She set the book down on the table and moved onto her lap. "That just earned you one of my special kisses." Cindy said, delivering it. "Mmmm Is that one of your special kisses? I can't tell. They're all special to me." Andrea said, breathlessly. "I must say, this is not what I expected. If this is an orgy, it's the most reserved one I ever heard of." Candice said. "Oh? Well, we'll just have to remedy that, won't we. Lunch will take some time to cook. Cindy and Andrea; The house rule about no lovemaking on the table durring meals just got a temporary suspension. Myself I have another target in mind." Denise said, moving over in front of Candice. To everybody's amazement, Denise dropped to her knees before the younger woman and pulled her into a passionate kiss. One arm around her neck held her tight to her while the other hand began to explore her body. The other's watched spellbound for a moment before they turned to their nearest partner and began to indulge in the same. When Candice finally opened her eyes and looked around embarassed to see who was watching Denise sucking upon her nipples as she teased between her legs, she found the others much too preoccupied to care. She lay back and closed her eyes in abandon to Denise's talented tongue. Heather reached out a hand and caressed a breast a moment, then Penelope's hand slid along her thigh. Jenny grinned and lip locked Heather for a moment and then they both moved to help Denise. Next thing Candice knew, she had mouths and hands all over her. Heather slid down onto the floor next to Denise and ducked her head to duel her tongue with Denise's over Candice's clitoris. Candice was overwhelmed and did her best to return the affections being showered upon her. Her hand slid over Heather's backside and between her legs. Heather shifted around a bit to give her better access. Candice used it to slip a finger and then two inside her love. Suddenly she felt home. She was surrounded by love. Tears of joy broke out on her face as she gasped in the first of many orgasms to follow. Denise's coment about loving on the table got put to the test as Andrea and Cindy were well involved in lapping between each other's legs when the meal was ready. Heather fixed herself a plate and sat at the end of the table. Andrea's cute, neatly trimmed undercarage was pointed right at her plate. She ate spell bound as she watched Cindy skillfully pump her up at least four times, only to back off at the very edge. Cindy lifted her head and locked eyes with her a moment. Then she swirled her tongue around her lips indicating that Heather was next before she dug in to trip Andrea over into a massive orgasm. Across the room, Betty and Penelope had their legs entwined and were humping at each other. Jenny stood over Penelope, who had her mouth burried between her legs. Betty and Denise were kissing passionately. Candice had her face burried between Denise's legs. She looked up a moment to survey the room, then grinned and went back to her task. One by one they each slipped away to get a plate and eat. Usually with someone on the table before them supplying dining entertainment. Candice watched closely as Densie and Cindy shared an open eyed, face to face orgasm that made her quiver inside. Suddenly she experienced a spontainious orgasm just from all the passion she felt and saw. Denise grinned at her and went back to kissing Cindy passionately. They continued together for a long time, sharing many deep orgasms before they moved on in search of other partners. Candice found herself in the exact same position in Denise's arms as she had witnessed Cindy in. With much the same consequences. The party continued unabaited for hours. Someone took a moment to turn on some music. When the CD that had started the festivities began, all grabbed their original partners and began dancing. Only this time there was no reservation over where hands were placed or what occured. Couples passed each other only to slide a hand over an errogonous zone or kiss each other in passing. When *Willow Weep for Me* started, Cindy and Andrea were well into humping each other standing up. Their hands pulling each others hips into each others. Their mouths locked together as they swirled their tongues together. It was well into evening before the party started slowing up a bit. Before that each time it seemed slow, someone would spot someone they hadn't been with for a while and it would start all over again. When Candice needed to slip out to the bathroom, she grabbed Cindy by the hand and led her with her. Cindy understood. Her hand caressing Candice's ass as they walked along. In the bathroom, Candice held Cindy's hand while she urinated. Cindy bent and kissed her before she was through, and Candice suddenly orgasmed as the last drops spurted spasmodically from her body. Afterward, as she moved gasping off the seat, Cindy moved in and held her there while she went. Afterward, Candice held her tightly as they stood in the bathroom. Tears flowed down her cheeks. "What's the trouble, love?" Cindy asked, holding her close. "Not a thing in the world! I've never been so happy in my life!" Candice gasped, between sobs. Cindy held her tenderly, knowing there was more to it. After a time she kissed Candice's tears away. When their lips met, Candice was hungry for her mouth. Cindy experienced such a level of passion from the woman that she didn't think a thing about it when Candice pushed her up onto the counter and fell to her knees before her. She burried her tongue up deep inside the younger woman and swirled it around. Andrea walked in on the scene and stopped in her tracks. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I'll use the other one." she said, turning to go. "No!" Candice gasped, but was unable to continue for a moment she was so breathless. "It's okay, love. If you don't mind. We won't find it offensive if you use this one. I think that perhaps Candice would kind of like you to." Cindy said, softly. Andrea raised her eyebrow at Cindy, but she could see Candice's almost pleading look. Then she caught Cindy's eyes, telling her that it was important. Andrea grinned at the two of them and then plunked down onto the toilet. Cindy guided Candice before her. Candice moved in a trance. Once before Andrea, she fell to her knees and placed her hands upon Andrea's knees to support herself as she watched her urinate. Cindy moved to cup Candice's breasts from behind as she held Andrea's startled gaze. Cindy was asking her to understand. She didn't, but she could tell it was important somehow. She forced herself to go. Feeling a bit sexually flushed. When the last drops piddled out of her, she wasn't surprised when suddenly Candice stooped and licked between her legs, pulling her hips forward with her hands. Andrea closed her eyes and abandon herself to the moment. Cindy's lips met hers and were a comfort compared to the onslaught going on below. Candice was fingering herself wildly as she brought Andrea to a powerfull orgasm. She went off herself and emptied her lungs in a primal scream as her body convulsed, falling back onto the floor gasping for breath. Cindy and Andrea knelt beside her and tenderly caressed her while she recovered her breath. Her gasps turned into tearfull sobs again. Andrea pulled her into her arms and just held her. Cindy softly stroked both her and Andrea. Candice to calm her down. Andrea to reasure her and give her strength. Finally Candice was a bit calmer. "I guess I owe you an explanation." she gasped, fighting to get the words out. "No, it's okay. You don't have to tell us anything. If you want to, then just take your time. If you don't want to right now, then we'll understand. You've done nothing to offend us. So don't worry about that." Andrea said, soflty. "No, I *need* to tell you. It's *me* that understands." Candice sobbed. "I don't follow, love. You're not making sense." Andrea said. "I know.... About you and Bobby." Candice said, becoming a bit calmer. Andrea stiffened just a bit, trying to hide her reaction. Inside her she was screaming. Fearing mostly that someone she loved deepest had betrayed her confidence. "What do you mean?" she asked, fighting to keep her voice calm. "I know. Nobody told me, they all love you too much for that to happen. I just know. I know because.... because it happened to *me*." Candice said, hugging Andrea tightly. "I'm not sure I follow you." Andrea said, after a moments shock. "I know you do. The same way I know about you. What I'm saying is that... I had *sex* with my whole family when I was growing up." Candice cried, hugging Andrea tightly. Both Andrea and Cindy were too shocked over the admission to respond for a moment. Inside Andrea screamed again. Half in anguish that it had happened to another that she cared so dearly for, half in relief that she wasn't alone in her own anguish. "Why are you telling me this?" Andrea asked, hugging her tightly. "Because I want you to know I *understand*. I really do. I want you to know you aren't alone. I just love you so much... I don't want this to keep us all apart. I just couldn't live with that. Now that I've got you all in my life. I don't ever want to be without you." Candice cried, breaking down again. Andrea held her tighly in her arms and let her cry herself out again. Cindy, not knowing what else to do, squeezed Andrea's hand in support. "It's okay love. Don't cry..... Cindy, my love. Would you ask Denise and Jenny to join us in the guest room?" Andrea asked. "Of course. Right away." Cindy said, getting up. "*Without* alarming the others." Andrea added. Cindy smiled and nodded, heading out the door. Andrea gently guided Candice to her feet and then led her to the bed. She sat her on the bed, then crawled up and sat against the headboard, pulling Candice up against her. A bit later Denise and Jenny entered the room. "What's up?" Denise asked, sensing something important was going on. Jenny was moving around the other side of the bed. She sensed Candice's distress right away. Candice seemed to shrink into Andrea's arms for protection. "It's okay, love. You don't need to be afraid. These are the two most kind, loving and understanding people I know on earth. I trust them with my life, my love and my soul. They know everything about me. Every bad thing I've ever done. Yet they love me. That pain inside you needs to come out. These two are the ones to help you best." Andrea said softly. Candice hugged her tightly, then kissed her on the cheek. "It's not like that. I don't hurt from that. I hurt because that and what happened to you may keep us apart." Candice said, softly. "If you're hurting for any reason, love. We can talk about it. It won't change my mind a bit about how I feel about you. You *will* be my bride." Jenny said, moving next to them on the bed. "I won't hold you to that, but you have a right to know... before you make that promise to me." Candice said, dropping her eyes. "What is it, love. What troubles you?" Jenny asked. Denise moved to sit facing them on the other side of the bed. Candice seemed to look between her and Jenny for a moment, then down at Andrea's arms around her. She lightly caressed them, lovingly. "I've never seen a more lovely sight than you two beside me and Andrea's arms around me. I don't know if you will feel the same about me... But I have to tell you. I *know* about Andrea. Nobody told me. I figured it out for myself. She hasn't confirmed it, she doesn't need to. I know.... because I *lived* with it myself. I've lived with it since I was barely a teenager." Candice said, not looking at any of them. "Oh baby, I'm sorry." Jenny said, reaching out to comfort her. "No! Don't be. I'm not! Fact is that I had a wonderfull youth. I didn't know how wonderful it was until I was away from it. Until I ran away from it and then I couldn't go back to it...... I'm telling you this.... because you all have a right to know before you get involved with me. Because mostly I want Andrea to understand that... It's okay. I understand. Really understand." Candice said, lifting Andrea's hand to her lips and kissing the palm softly. "Do you wish to talk about it?" Denise asked, reaching out and gently touching Candice's cheek. "Yes... But I wish to talk about it with everybody. I owe it to everybody here to tell them what my life was like. I don't mean to force Andrea to tell anything. I only refer to it because I know you all know about her. We need not mention anything to the others about her at all. But *I* need to tell about me, Heather and Penelope especially. I wish all of my beloved to know the truth about me." Candice said. "No... you *won't* do this alone. I've decided. We're all talking about being married to each other. It's been my secret that's been the biggest contention between us. The way I feel. I must tell them all too. If any of you reject either of us over this, then I will gladly marry Candice myself, in a heartbeat. It's not all that I want, but I want that." Andrea said. "Oh Andrea!" Candice cried, turning to hug her. "I don't think that's the way it's going to work. Nobody's rejected anybody yet. If I'm any judge of character, nobody will." Denise said, softly caressing the two girls and looking to Jenny. "Not I for one. This doesn't affect the way I feel about you at all. I promised we would wed. I mean to keep that promise. I want to keep that promise. With every fiber of my soul." Jenny said, leaning to kiss Candice. Tears poured from Candice's eyes as she moved to hug Jenny tightly. ----------------------- "So what are they talking about?" Betty asked, a bit concerned. "I think Candice is just a bit overwhelmed by it all. I think she just needs a little reasurance. You well know that both Denise and Jenny are well qualified to supply that." Cindy said. Betty accepted this on face value. She suspected more, as Candice had told her about her family. But she didn't wish to alarm the others either. "Maybe I should go talk to her." Heather said, nervously. "There's already four of them in there. If she's feeling overwhelmed.... Well more people might just agravate the situation. She'll be okay. I'm sure. I have great faith in Denise and Jenny." Cindy said. Penelope looked on dubiously. She knew Cindy wasn't lying to them, but she wasn't telling them all she knew either. ----------------------- Candice was a bit calmer after Andrea and Jenny's offer. At the moment, Denise was more concerned over Andrea. "You certain you wish to do this?" she asked. "Yes... I know you're concerned over me. But this isn't like June. These women have commited to marry one another. We've all been with all of them and the fact is that we are all in love with all of them. You know this is true." Andrea said. "Yes, I know it's true. I'm not concerned over the question of their trustworthyness. It's more the introduction of another instability at a time when it's all so fragile. But if you are set on this, then I will support you. You know that." Denise said. "Thank you, my love. I do know you are behind me. You've been behind me from the very beginning. When I came to you as a smug egotistic child, you took me under your wing and showed me what love was all about. I won't ever forget that. But I must stand alone on this, besides Candice as a sister." Andrea said, grasping Candice's hand. "This isn't what I expected at all." Candice said, teary eyed. "I meant to lend support to *you* by revealing my past. Now it's you supporting *me*." she said, softly kissing Andrea's hand. "I suspect you will find Andrea is a very strong woman. I'm extremely proud of her." Denise said, softly touching her cheek. Andrea looked at her a moment. Her eyes a bit glassy to hear Denise's praise. But she fought it off. "Shal we go do this?" she asked Candice, squeezing her hand. "I guess. I could use a shot of scotch though." Candice said. "I think we can fix you up with that. Do you mind single malts?" Denise asked. "That's like asking a baby if it likes mothers milk." Candice chuckled. "Are single malts good?" Andrea asked. "It's an aquired taste, love. To some people, scotch tastes like iodine. To others it's like vintage pussy. I think your palate is a bit young for it yet." Denise said. "Actually I was just curious. Don't worry, I don't want any. Although the vintage pussy sounds intriguing." Andrea teased, leading Candice by the hand. Denise playfully pinched her butt as she walked behind her. Andrea caught her hand and held it there a moment. "You know it's yours to do with as you please. If you must abuse it like that, so be it." Andrea teased before releasing the hand. "I stand abashed. I promise my lips will find that spot before the night is out." Denise said. "Deal." Andrea said, guiding Candice to the living room. The others looked up expectantly as they entered the living room. "What's up, love. Is everything alright?" Betty asked Denise. Denise took charge, facing everybody before she spoke. "Yes, I think it is. The rest of you will have to decide for yourselves. Andrea and Candice have decided to confide in us all. They don't want there to be any secrets between us. What they have to say, needs no introduction from me, but I do ask that you respect them in what they are doing. It's not an easy thing. I ask that you all listen to them all the way through their stories, without interuption or interjection. I know you all love and cherish both of them -as I do-. Please keep that in mind as you listen with an open mind and heart. I ask that you listen to them completely and then consider their stories objectively before commenting. Andrea, Candice, the floor is yours. I love you both with all my heart." Denise said, kissing them on the cheek before sitting on the sofa next to Betty. The others looked to Jenny for any further explanation. "Denise said it perfectly. I have nothing to add to that except my own love and support for both of them. I look forward to the honor of having Candice as a bride." Jenny said, kissing them both and sitting down. Andrea and Candice found all eyes upon them. Candice looked paniced. Andrea reasured her. Sitting her in an easy chair and sitting on the arm. The others could not help but admire the view. "I guess the best way is for *me* to start. I'm the reason for the great secret we were afraid to tell you. What it's about, is *unconventional* love. The most unconventional that exists. The most abhorent to society. I'm talking about incest...." Andrea began. There was an audible gasp from both Heather and Penelope when Andrea said this, but Cindy grasped Heathers hand in support and Betty did the same to Penelope. "It all starts back years ago when I was a young girl. My brother stumbled in on me when I was in the bathtub. He didn't do anything, then. He just stood looking a moment. Then he went away to the army......" Andrea continued. The others listened in respectfull silence as Andrea told her story. All had tears runnig down their cheeks. Including Candice who held Andrea's hand. Andrea told them the whole story of Bobby's imprisonment and torture. Things that she had learned later. How he had become fixated upon that image of purity of the little girl in the bathtub. How it had helped him survive. What he was like when he came back. How he never spoke and how he acted. Then she told about the week when her parents went away. She told everything, at times she cried. At times she glowed. But she continued. At one point, Penelpe looked quite ill. Andrea stalled for a bit while Denise brought her a glass of water. Then she continued with her story. She told them finally of the week, how she had given her virginity to her brother. How she had felt at the time that she had done so willingly. How she felt about it now. Then she launched into the way her life had been subsequently. Her early attempts to enslave others. Then her meeting and growing relationship with Cindy. She looked to Cindy for her okay to continue. "Yes, my love. I wish no secrets between us either. You have my total love and support. Please continue." Cindy replied. Andrea nodded, but she had tears pouring from her eyes as she related how she had abused Cindy. All the things she had done. Now it was Heather that held Cindy's hand in support. Andrea reached the point where the teachers had become involved. She looked to Denise and Betty for permission to continue. Denise looked to Betty, who nodded her support. "Tell it all, love. I wish them to know *exactly* how we came to be involved with you and Cindy." Denise said. Betty nodded her agreement. Andrea launced into the remainder of the story. How Cindy had tried to kill herself. How Cindy's mother had asked that Denise spend time with her. How she had presented herself to Denise at the end of the week and asked to become her slave. She told about how she felt. What her thoughts were. What had happened. How Denise had treated her and why. She told of her first episode with Betty, then of the party and how she felt. What had happened. How Cindy had given her hand to her in forgiveness. Around the room tears poured freely from everyones eyes. Heather hugged Cindy to her and kissed her cheek in pride and respect. Andrea continued the story; how the women had bathed and dressed her. How they had made her feel like the most beautiful woman on earth. How she and Cindy had shared their first elegant dance together. How the party was going up to the moment June arrived and then what transpired. Heather and Penelope listened carefully as she told about how she had made the mistake of trusting June. What she had done and how they had combated it. Inside they felt themselves seething over June's behavior and fully understanding Andrea's reluctance to trust them blindly. Andrea continued. She told them the story of how her father had caught them all up at the cabin. Then about how the Friday night dinners had started. How each of their relationships had grown. Then about their time with Jenny -after a glance to Jenny and her nod of permission to continue. Next she told about Denise and Betty becoming engaged and then about Cindy asking her to marry her. How it was the single happiest moment of her life. She brought them up to date. Just when the others thought she was done, she took a deep breath and told them about her relationship with her parents. With a nod of okay from Betty she told of their night with them. She finished up with her conversation with Jenny and what she had decided to do. Around the room there was silence for a time. Andrea sagged against Candice, exhausted. Denise stood up. "I think we need to take a little break before continuing. Candice, I believe I promised you a scotch. Anybody else?" Denise asked, moving over to kiss Andrea tenderly. "Yes please. Scotch sounds appropriate." Penelope said, tears still in her eyes. "Vodka if you have it. Otherwise, nothing for me." Heather said. Cindy kissed her cheek and got up to fix her drink. On the way she moved to hug and kiss Andrea. "I love you and I will be the luckiest girl on earth to have you as my bride." she said, holding her tightly. "Thank you love. It is I who will be honored beyond measure." Andrea said. "Can I get you anything?" Cindy offered. "Could you pour me a glass of wine please?" Andrea asked, still holding her tightly. "Glad to." Cindy said, not moving for the moment. They shared another tender kiss and then Andrea released her. Cindy bent and kissed Candice before moving to get the drinks. "Something for either of you?" Denise asked Betty and Jenny. "Wine sounds good." Jenny said. "Yes, the same for me please." Betty said, still holding Penelope's hand. Penelope seemed lost in thought. From time to time she would look up at Andrea and then over at Candice, wondering what dark secret she would reveal. Heather moved over and kissed Andrea softly, then bent and kissed Candice. "I love you. No matter what you have to say. This doesn't change the way I feel about you either, Andrea. I love you too." she said. Andrea hugged her tightly and thanked her. But she seemed kind of dazzed now. Candice held her hand a moment before releasing it. "I won't hold you to that love. But I love you with all my heart." she said. Heather didn't know how to respond, so she squeezed her hand and then moved to accept her drink from Denise. "Vodka rocks?" Denise asked. "Perfect. Thanks." Heather said, taking a large pull on it. The others passed around the beverages. There was still a somber atmosphere about. Jenny stood and moved over next to Andrea. "I believe that in the interim, that I should say something about this. To help put this into perspective." she said, looking to Andrea in support and then to Denise for approval. Denise smiled and nodded. The others turned their attention to her. "I believe that the bottom line needs to be adressed. What is the outcome of all this? The outcome, is that Bobby is now speaking. He's well on his way to becoming a functioning member of society again. Andrea, is for all intensive purposes a happy woman now. At the moment she's a bit dazzed from the emotional drain of telling you her story, but she *is* a happy woman. She has the love and support of three of the finest people I ever met. Perhaps all this has forced her to grow up faster than the world would be happy with, but the world doesn't live her life for her. She could have very easily become a bitter, hard person, but she's not. She's faced her reality. She's decided on her future. She has set goals and desires. She's in a position that any woman should feel elated to be in. Before the month is up she will be wed to those three hearts. She faces the world with a smile on her face and a song in her heart. The dangers of the situation have been adressed. She has decided on her own to break off sexual relations with her folks, whom I do not reproach for their behavior. Once Andrea and Bobby had crossed that line, and Andrea's folks were faced with the facts of the situation, what transpired was at least predictable if not exactly desirable. I believe that they honestly wished to show Andrea their love and support. Once they had accepted Andrea's lesbian relationship with Cindy, Denise and Betty, and that Andrea had not only forgiven Bobby, but was openly working for his recovery... Well, the line wasn't all that well defined anymore. Their natural affections and inclinations perhaps got the better of them. But Andrea is the one who must decide about that. It's not our place to judge. I for one don't. I think she's one hell of a strong young lady whom I am extremely proud to be associated with." Jenny said, reaching over to softly touch Andrea's cheek. Andrea smiled weakly at her. Denise was a bit worried about her, but didn't wish to pull her from Candice's side. Cindy stood up. "I need to say a few things too, because I want you all to know how I feel about things. First off I want you to know that I love Andrea with all my heart. I would die for that woman. She certainly has my love for at least as long as I live. I will be honored to call her my wife when the time finally comes. But I want you all to understand exactly how I feel about how she treated me in the past. When Andrea seduced me, I was ready to be seduced..... " Cindy began. The others listened as Cindy related her side of the relationship. How she had felt about things. What had transpired when. She told about the episode in the coaches office and how Denise had recomended the book she had. She told them how she felt the following few days that led up to her suicide attempt and what she felt at the moment when she tried it. Then she told them of how it had been like a dream come true from the moment Denise had walked into the hospital room with her parents. She told of her side of the party. She told of the overall change she had seen in Andrea. She finished by dropping to her knee in front of Andrea and repeating her invitation to wed her. Andrea pulled her to her feet and hugged her as tears poured down her cheek. Denise got up then and filled everybody in on the unknown facts about the June incident. Penelope raised an eyebrow a bit over her "Student gallery." Heather smirked a bit too. Denise addressed them directly. "I want you to understand about that. I never asked to be put into the position I was put into. If things had not occured the way they did, then I would never have dreamed of becoming involved with either Cindy or Andrea. But I wasn't about to turn my back on either of them. My *student gallery* was my way of dealing with the sexual desire I felt everytime I walked through the locker room. Daily I was exposed to hundreds of nude young girls. Healthy, active, pretty young girls. I'm not a child molester. I'm not a pedophile. I *am* a lesbian. Yes, I took pictures of them without their knowledge, but I did not take any images I was not exposed to on a daily basis in my capacity as their coach. I also took great pains to insure that nobody else who would not normally be exposed to those images ever got to see them. June never got to see them, although she could have seen the scenes anyday in her capacity as principal of the school. Fact is that it bothers me much more that *she* can do that with her attitude about sex than anything I ever did there. I used the latest, best encryption technology on my storage of those images. It was only a totally unintentional fluke situation that happened to catch June and Betty on them. I'm not sorry that happened, because it may have saved Andrea all kinds of hell. That was what June was looking for when she burglarized both my place and here. You can smirk over my need to have my *student gallery*, but they helped me deal with my desires. They helped me to never run my hand over a young ass when that's what my desire was. They helped me keep my job in perspective." Denise said. "I don't blame you for it at all. I was just thinking it was a novel approach to the problem. Fact is that I'd love to see them." Heather said. "So would I. If for no other reason than to compare Cindy and Andrea to them. It's hard for me to actually believe that those two are only in ninth grade." Penelope said. "I'd love to show them to you, but by my own criteria, I can't as neither of you would normally be privy to that scene." Denise said. "A pitty, but probably for the best. I never masturbated in front of so many before and I would undoubtedly be prompted to do so." Penelope admitted, a bit shyly. "Yes, well. The night is young yet. Now you all know pretty much our entire story... except about me." Betty said. "You?" Penelope asked. "*You* know all about me. The others don't. Specifically Heather and Candice. They don't know about my wealth." Betty said. "Wealth?" Heather asked, puzzled. "Yes, my love. Wealth. Quite a bit of it in fact. I don't flaunt it because I prefer to be loved for myself rather than my money." Betty said. "Wealth? On a teachers salary?" Candice kind of chuckled. "Yes, my love. Ever hear of Hart Greatings cards?" Betty asked. "Sure, who hasn't..... Oh my god!" Candice said, her eyes suddenly wide in realization over Betty's last name. "You're related to *that* Hart?" Heather gasped. "Yes, my love. I am. He's my father." Betty said, quietly. "Well, I feel better about accepting a student loan from you then. But I still wish it to be a loan." Candice said. "Which is precisely why I didn't tell you before." Betty said. "Why are you telling us now?" Heather asked. "Because, my love. You both have already told me you loved me for myself." Betty said. Heather nodded her understanding, thinking how it would be to not know the reason someone loved you. "Did the others know before hand?" Penelope asked. "Nope. I was already head over heels in love with her when she sprung it on me." Denise chuckled, kissing Betty's cheek. "We were all in love with her before we knew. I figured it out by some purchases she made. Not many teachers with platinum credit cards." Andrea chuckled. "So I guess the only secret left around here, is about me." Penelope mused. "You?" Heather asked. "Yes, love. Me. I suffer from the same affliction as Betty." Penelope replied. "Affliction? I don't recall Betty saying she had an affliction." Candice said. "Wealth, love. Betty and I grew up together. I'm not in the same category as she is, but my parents are quite well to do. I've been told that in their will they split it 50/50 between me and my brother." Penelope said. "Brother? You never mentioned him before. What's he like?" Candice asked. "Well, perhaps I do have more than one affliction. He's a genuine asshole jerk." Penelope said. "He can't be that bad." Heather said. "What do you think, Betty?" Penelope asked. "I prefer not to comment on that. I'll just say he isn't my favorite." Betty chuckled. Denise stoked up the fire a bit, then settled back next to Cindy on the sofa. "Okay, loves. We've had a little breather here, but we're getting way off subject. Candice, you said you had something to say, do you feel up to it at this time?" Denise asked, turning to her. "Yes.... I guess it's best to get it over with. It helps a bit that everybody seems to be taking Andrea's story well." Candice said. "Well... Take your time. Would you like a refill?" Denise asked, moving to get it anyway. "Yes please..... It's helping to calm me a bit." Candice said, but still looking a bit trapped. "If you'd rather, then we can do this another time, or not at all if you prefer. Or you could choose to talk to us individually if you would feel less daunted revealing it one on one." Denise offered, handing her her second scotch. "Thank you... No, I want to do this now." she said, taking a pull on the drink and smiling at it a moment. "This really is quite good. It's a single malt you say?" she asked. "Yes love. Real scotch from Scotland. If you like it, study real hard as it's kind of an expensive habit." Denise chuckled. "I'll bet. I'm not sure I want to know the price." Candice said, looking at the drink. She lapsed into silence for a moment. Denise feared she might chicken out on herself. But she took a deep breath and began. "I guess the best way, is to tell it from the beginning, as it happened to me. Because I want you all to understand.... I don't consider myself an abused child. My stories a bit different from Andrea's. Others may argue that I wasn't responsible and that my parents were because of my age, but I knew what I was doing. I knew what they were doing. But the name people would place on it has the same full shock value as Andrea's story. I guess I'm starting this badly... I participated in incest with my family while I was growing up. Between the ages of twelve and eighteen, I regulary indulged in sex with both my parents and my brother and sister. That's the big secret that I have in common with Andrea. Only in my case, nobody was tortured by someone else inducing that behaviour. It was something that just naturally developed between us." Candice said. Around the room, again there were shocked expressions. Heather looked at Candice closely to see if her love needed her hand in support, but at the time, Andrea was there holding her hand. "How could such a thing be considered natural?" Penelope asked. "Please, hold your questions. We can maybe talk about it afterwards, but this has to be hard for her without trying to defend herself while she tells it." Denise asked. "No, it's okay. I've asked myself that exact question a lot. My answer is.... is that it *felt* like a natural thing when we were doing it. Nobody pressured anybody into anything they didn't want to do. That's the part I really want everybody to understand." Candice said, stalling again. She took another sip of her drink. Denise could see tears forming already. "Just take your time, love. We're in no hurry." she said. Candice took a breath to steel herself. She looked out the patio window towards the grey light drifting through the snow covered skylights. Her gaze remained there as she started again. "We didn't have much money when I was a kid. We lived in a rural area on a small horse ranch. We all lived basically in a few rooms, so we pretty much got used to a lack of privacy. Add to that that my parents were naturalists. Nudists if you don't know the term. We leased this small ranch house from some people. We paid part of the rent by watching over some of their stock. I guess we were really just live in workers. But the upshot of it was that we had a considerable amount of private land around us, but there was only this little ranch house on it. Growing up, I don't ever remember a time when it was natural for us *not* to be nude around each other. We were taught that our bodies were beautiful and there was no shame in having them uncovered. The only time we wore clothes, was when we went out into the world or when we needed them for protection from the elements and work conditions. Add to that, we all got an early education in biology living on a ranch. I don't know how old I was when I first watched a stallion mount a mare. I do remember one time though when I was a girl... I guess I may have been nine or so. We were all out watching the horses mate. It was summertime... or at least warm. Probably late spring. Anyway, we were nude except for shoes, or mocassins in my case. We were kind of laughing about this stallion, as he was having a hard time mounting the mare. My folks were fooling around and I remember my mother touching him a bit while they were playing. He got an erection and the next thing I know he says: '*Like this, feller*' and moves up behind my mother. She kind of giggled and struggled a bit, but not much. Next thing I know we're watching them instead of the horses. My mom was going wild, breathing hard and moaning. She had a hold of the fence rail and he was behind her pumping into her. I don't know if they forgot that we were there, or didn't care, or did it on purpose. But they didn't seem to notice any of us until they were done. I don't know. To me it seemed just as natural as what the horses were doing out in the field. After they were done, we didn't talk about it at all. My mother kind of looked embarassed a bit, but she kind of purred like too. They reminded us of our chores and the two of them went on inside alone. There were other times when I would hear them at night and stuff too. It just didn't seem unnatural. It was just something a man and wife did together. We just happened to be around. We knew from an early age that's *why* we happened to be around. When my period started a short time later, my mother sat me down and explained it all to me, at least the biology part. I learned about the pleasure part from my sister first. One day I came home early from school. I don't know where my folks were, but off taking care of some outside business. I walked into the house and found my sister rubbing herself real hard and fast between her legs. She didn't hear me come in. I was both shocked and I guess more than a little bit curious about what she was doing. Next thing I know she's bucking up and down on the bed and moaning and whimpering. It was only after she was laying back gasping for breath that she looked over and spotted me standing in the doorway. At first she seemed a little bit embarassed. She pulled the blanket over her and asked what I was doing home so early. I told her school had let out early because the teacher had to go help her sister or somthing like that. Thinking back on it I think she went to midwife for her. Anyway, I asked her what she had been doing, rubbing herself like that. She told me she was having sex with herself. I asked her why, and she told me that she was too young to have sex with a man, but that it felt really really good. I said that it made her act funny like a horse who got into loco weed or something and she told me that it felt so good that you sometimes acted that way. I didn't believe her. But I was curious anyway. So I asked her to show me. She grinned at me and threw the blanket off again. She had me take off my school clothes and sit on the bed facing her. Then she showed me how to excite myself. How to rub my nipples and where to rub between my legs. At first I didn't feel it, but she was patient and guided my hands until I felt it right. God when I went off... I must have woke the neighbors old hound a mile away. She went off too, but she was laughing at me. I got mad at her, but she hugged me and told me she was just laughing because she was happy for me. So we did it again. We did it twice more before we heard my parents old truck pull up outside. Tammy -that's my sister- she told me not to tell mom or dad what we had been doing. I trusted her, so we didn't. I do remember we kind of got into trouble because Tammy was supposed to start dinner and she hadn't. Anyway, that's the way it started. My sister and I talked about it walking to school the next day. We agreed to keep it a secret, cause mom and dad might get mad about it. But we agreed to meet after school at this one spot we knew about and do it again. This spot had a bunch of large flat boulders sticking out of the ground. It was kind of in a clearing and the sun always shined on the bolders and made them warm. There was a stream near by where we all used to go swimming. The whole family at times. The water was cold, but you'd get used to it. Then we'd all lay out on these boulders to get warm. Anyway, we met after school and climbed up on these boulders. It was kind of too cold to go swimming at the time. I guess it was spring run off cause the water was icy cold and real fast. My sister took off her clothes and lay down on them. I don't know why, but I was kind of shy at first. But she convinced me it was okay. We lay in the sun and played with ourselves for over an hour. We did it again the next day too. We kept on doing it every chance we got until we were doing it every day, sometimes several times a day if our folks weren't around when we got home. Slowly over time, we started experimenting. She'd show me something on myself and if I didn't get it right, she'd reach over and show me how. At first, she'd pull her hand right back. But after I got used to her touching me, she'd continue to do it. Then I started doing the same to her. I'd play with her small breasts, which were still bigger than mine as I didn't have any yet. Just big nipples. She'd rub mine anyway, it felt good so I let her. I don't know..... I guess that there was kind of a thrill about doing something taboo, but it seemed like everything we did was a natural extension of what we had already done. One day she got us talking about kissing. Of course at that age I didn't know much about it, except a quick peck on the lips. She talked me into trying it. I liked it. So we just sort of moved on to kissing while we played with each other. She had me practice being quiet when I came. After that, we started sneaking into each others beds at night. One day she licked her fingers before she rubbed my nipples. It felt better so we both started doing it. Then she took to licking my nipples before she rubbed them, then rubbing them and licking them. I followed along. It all felt great. Then one night she licked my lips while we were kissing. At first I didn't like it. She told me that was how grown ups kissed, so of course I wanted to kiss that way. After the first time, I wanted to kiss that way all the time, but she warned me about only doing it that way when we were alone. One day after school, we were rubbing each other. I don't know why we went home earlier that day and did it there instead of on the boulders. Anyway, we were rubbing each other pretty good. We heard something and looked up to find our mother watching us. God, we were scared to death at first. But she didn't get mad at us. Instead, she took off her own clothes and sat on the bed with us. We were both real embarassed at first, but she began rubbing her own breasts and between her legs. She told us it was okay, that it was perfectly natural to play with yourself as long as you didn't tell others outside the family about it. That what we did at home was our buisiness and no one elses. That she had just been waiting for us to grow up before she showed us, but since we had learned for ourselves that it was okay. That she would join us sometimes if it was okay with us. We didn't know what to say, except yes. But at first we didn't like it when she joined us. Cause we didn't think we could touch each other and kiss like we had been. Then one day she asked us about it. Hadn't we been touching each other the day she caught us? We admitted we had. We thought we would get into trouble for it, but instead she began to caress us real soft like. Telling us to go ahead and touch her if we wanted, that it was alright, but again it had to be our family buisiness only. Especially if we touched each other. Well, the first day it was great. We rubbed each other to orgasm several times. The next time my sister and I kind of forgot that she was there and started kissing each other while we did it. At first she acted kind of strange about it. But then she leaned over and kissed Tammy. At first she just kissed her normal like, but then she started kissing her with her tongue. She kind of went a bit wild, kissing her and feeling all over her body while she did so. I guess I got a little jealous. I started rubbing both of them too. Then Tammy kissed me, then mom did. Then she kissed me again using her tongue while she felt between my legs. God I just screamed when I came. She did too when Tammy licked her nipples while I kissed her and rubbed between her legs. After that, she didn't join us for a while. We kind of thought she was mad at us. But one night I was in the bathtub and she came in to use the john. She sat down and urinated. I found myself watching her. After she was through, she knelt down by the tub and kissed me, with her tongue. Next thing I know she's got her hand between my legs and is rubbing me while she kisses me. Then she took off her clothes and got into the tub with me. She soaped us both up and lay me on top of her and sort of moved me around while she kissed me. I loved it, but I almost gave us away to my brother and father when I came. I would have if she hadn't kept her mouth over mine. The next day, she joined us again. Only this time she said she was going to show us something new. Something that felt better than just rubbing each other. We were eager to try it until we found out what it was. She crawled between Tammy's legs and started licking her between her legs. Tammy went wild. At first I thought mom was hurting her. But pretty soon I could tell she was liking it. After she went off like a skyrocket, I wanted to try it too. God, I'll never forget that first time. I must have came five times. After that day, mom didn't join us again for quite a while. She'd always seem to have something to do when we got home from school. She didn't seem to mind that Tammy and I kept it up though. One night Tammy snuck into my bed. I didn't know what she was doing until she was already doing it. She started licking between my legs like mom had. God it felt so great that I just wanted her to continue, but she stopped. I asked her why and she told me it wasn't fair unless I did it to her too. I didn't want to. She said I didn't have to, but she wasn't going to unless I did. Finally I relented. At first I gagged on it. The very idea nauseated me. But she reminded me that mom had done it to us first. I wanted to be grown up, so I forced myself. Tammy went off so loud that momma came in all mad at us. She said we had to sleep in our own beds from then on and that we shouldn't be doing what we were. We argued that she had shown us and told us it was alright, she just got madder at us. After that, we didn't eat each other at home unless we had the house to ourselves. The first time we did it after that, was on the boulders. Tammy just crawled between my legs and started to do it. I protested because mom had told us not to, but she just kept it up.... Then she begged me to do it to her, threatening not to do it for me if I didn't. So I started doing it to her too. Somewhere along the line, we found out that we could do each other in a sixty-nine position. One day I guess we got carried away. We must have done it for hours. Suddenly we looked up and there was mother looking down at us. We were affraid we were going to get a licking. We did, but not the kind we expected. She said she guessed she didn't blame us. That once we'd tasted the *forbidden fruit* that there was no forgetting about it. It was a hot day, but we were kind of surprised when she took off her clothes and took a dip in the stream. We joined her in the stream. Later we all went back and lay on the boulders. We were only a little surprised when she started touching us and kissing us. Then she licked me to orgasm, then Tammy. While she was doing Tammy, I thought she would be less mad at us if I did it to her. God, she was shocked, but she didn't stop me. Instead she started guiding me better. Then she guided Tammy over her head and told me to do to her what she did to Tammy. I did. God she went off like a fire cracker. Then she had Tammy and I change places. Afterwards, she held us both close to her for a long time. Kind of shivering inside. We tried to keep her warm. She smiled and thanked us, but told us to get dressed. We all walked back to the cabin together. On the way back she talked to us about what we had done. Telling us that others would take us away from her if they even heard about such things. That she wasn't mad at us, but that we both had to promise never again do what we had outside the house. That she didn't mind and would even join us if we liked *inside* the house, but outside was just too dangerous. We both promised. After that, she would join us sometimes, but not always. Not even most times. Tammy and I were horny little minxes and we went at it at least once a day. Even durring our periods. When school was out in the summertime, we'd wake each other up with kisses and prods. We'd started fingering each other early on. The first time Tammy put her little finger in me it hurt like hell and I cried. But one day I was out riding one of the horses pretty hard. I jumped over this little pile of rocks and when I landed something snapped between my legs. It was my hymen. The next time Tammy put her finger in me it didn't hurt. In fact I liked it. When momma saw Tammy put her middle finger in me the first time, she questioned me real hard about boys. I knew some, but nobody special. She asked me about my hymen and I told her about what had happened to me while I was riding. This seemed to relieve her. After she found out that it didn't hurt me, she took to fingering me herself. Anyway, I guess we went on like that for almost a year. Tammy and I doing it every chance we got. We even pretty much kept our promise to momma about not doing it outside, at least we know we were never seen. There was a big waterfall a ways up the stream from the boulders. We found a cavity behind it one day. It was always cool behind there. In the summertime we used to go in there and do it if we got horny while we were swimming or laying out on the boulders. Most times we did that I guess, cause like I said, Tammy and I were horny little minxes. All this time we kept what we were doing secret from my brother and father. It wasn't that hard. As my folks were naturalists, it wasn't at all uncommon for any or all of us to be naked around the house at any time. So Tammy and I could dissapear for ten minutes or so and then show up without clothes on and nobody would seem to notice. I guess I was about twelve when one day I walked in on Tammy and Steven -my older brother- fooling around. I was shocked at first. I just stood there in the doorway and watched. Tammy was giving Steven a blowjob. Her hips were around on his face. She happened to look up and spotted me. I thought I would get into trouble, but she waved me over to the bed. I was more than a little currious, so I joined her. Steven was worried as hell, but Tammy told him not to worry, that I was like her. Then she told him we had been fooling around for a long time. Steven said he thought that was sick. Tammy told him it wasn't sick, it was beautiful. That we even did it with mom. Steven didn't believe her. They had an argument. It ended with Tammy taking me by the hand and leading me into our room and locking the door. Steven came and knocked a bit later, but she wouldn't let him in. Instead she pushed me onto the bed and started doing me. She didn't stop when I had my first orgasm, nor my second. I don't know exactly when she did stop, as I finally passed out. I don't know how or what exactly happened, but when I woke up Momma and Tammy were both on the bed with Steven giving him a joint blowjob. I was so shocked, all I could do was watch. Tammy noticed I was awake and crawled over on top of me in the sixty-nine position. A bit later I looked over and Momma and Steven were in the same positon. Steven was licking her like crazy between her legs. Between the sight and what Tammy had done to me earlier, I kind of went crazy myself. Later, momma gave Tammy and I lessons in how to give a blowjob. She had us try it, but would take over herself when he came. That was also the first time Steven ate me. Afterwards we all had a really long talk about things. Momma told us that Tammy and I should never let Steven put it in our vagina's, no matter how hard he begged. And that we should not even lick each other after we had been licking him. Cause we could get pregnant. Even if he hadn't climaxed yet. She also told Steven that if she ever caught him with his penis inside one of our vagina's, that she would *cut it off*. I think Steven got the point. Things changed a bit after that. Instead of just Tammy and I sneaking off to fool around, Steven was there as often as not. Momma took to joining us more often too. We still kept it a secret from daddy though. All this time, we would still hear Daddy and Momma making love at night. They seemed to be doing it more often. I noticed that they almost always did it whenever Momma would join us durring the day while he was out working. Then one night, momma moved over and sat on Daddy's lap after dinner. He whispered something in her ear, but she shook her head. Then she whispered something in his ear. At first he shook his head, but finally he nodded. When he did so she kissed him real hard like. Then she stood up and looked over at us kids. 'Your father and I have decided that it's time you kids learned about sex.' she said. Then she had us sit around them. She crawled up onto his lap, straddling him face to face. They started kissing. They kissed a lot. Daddy seemed kind of tense, but momma kept kissing him. Eventually, daddy seemed to forget we were there. He got an erection. God, it was the biggest thing I ever saw, before or after that. Momma slid down in front of him and began licking it. Daddy had his eyes closed and was just moaning. Momma happened to look over and notice that Steven had an errection. She didn't say anything, but pointed at it and then at Tammy and I. We were kind of afraid, but momma kept waving at us so we knelt down one on each side of him. Tammy started first. Daddy still had his eyes shut. After a while I joined Tammy licking Steven. I guess he groaned or something, because suddenly Daddy opened his eyes and looked at us. He jumped up out of his chair and almost screamed asking what the hell was going on. Momma took him by the hand and led him into the other room. We heard them arguing for several hours. Momma had turned on the radio real loud, so we couldn't hear what they were saying. I was scared, but Tammy didn't seem to notice. She just kept sucking on Steven till he went off. Usually we would move our mouths when he went off and then wipe him up later, but this time she just kept right on sucking him. I guess she swallowed it. It didn't seem important at the time. I guess it was almost two hours later when our folks came out of their bedroom. Daddy was calmer. He sat us all down and talked to us about it. Telling us that momma had told him that we had been doing it for over a year and that we had learned and been good about following the rules that protected Tammy and I from getting pregnant. He said we didn't have to hide it from him anymore, but that we absolutely had to follow the rules that momma had told us; We could never do it outside the house. We could never engage in penis to vagina intercourse. That Tammy and I should never lick each other after licking Steven. Nor let Steven lick us after he had kissed one of us who had just been sucking him. Then he told us that we should see what it was all about if we were going to do it. With that, him and momma started making love again. She sat him and Steven on the sofa and had Tammy and I kneel down with her while she began to lick daddy again. We put our faces up real close and watched her while he got hard again. Daddy even put his hands on our heads and patted us in reassurance as we were still sort of scared from their earlier arguement. Daddy got real big and hard again. Tammy and I watched in amazement as our mother actually got him all the way into her mouth. God he must have been right down her throat. Anyway, after a time, she looked up at him. He sort of sighed and nodded to her. Momma grinned at him and then guided Tammy and I's head in next to hers. She told us to go ahead and lick him if we wanted. I wasn't so sure about it, but Tammy started right in on him. So I joined her. After a time, momma leaned up and kissed Daddy, then moved over and started on Steven, who had another erection. Tammy and I kept doing what we were to daddy. When Daddy went off, Tammy swallowed it. Momma did the same to Steven. After that, Daddy and Steven got down in front of Tammy and I and licked us. Momma didn't because she had been sucking Steven. Momma got right down on the floor and began to suck Daddy again. After Tammy and I climaxed, they had the three of us kneel down next to the couch and watch as they made love on the couch. I'll never forget that as long as I live. It was beautiful. It was all beautiful. I can't even begin to tell you what it feels like to have your father eat you out. But it's really special. It's even more special to have your mother do it. After that, we did it a lot. Almost every night for over a month. After that first time, Daddy never put up a fuss about it. We'd start after dinner. We'd try all different kinds of things. We'd even have special nights for one person. On my night, I'd get eaten out by each of them, one right after the other until I could hardly talk. The same would happen on Tammy's or momma's night. To my knowledge though, Steven and Daddy never did anything more than happen to touch each other by accident, but they never did have sex with each other. After that time, sex became a common occurance in our home. Because it was so common an occurance, it became no big deal. We could talk about it or joke about it openly and freely. *Unless* we had company. Then not a word was to be spoken, not hinted, not joked about, nothing. If we had company, we all had to be dressed and on our best behavior. We couldn't even touch each other if there was someone else on the property. Daddy even had us start to wear swimsuits when we swam in the stream. No more skinny dipping. One time Daddy came with us, and Tammy and I led him behind the water fall and admitted what we had been doing there. We told him it was the only place where Tammy and I fooled around outside the house. After seeing it, he okayed it and even fooled around with us that day. But said if he ever caught us doing it elsewhere outside that he would tan our hides so hard we couldn't sit down for a week. This was a big threat coming from daddy. He wasn't mean, but he meant what he said. So us kids never broke that rule. I guess it was about three years later that the man who owned our property died. We were all scared that we were going to have to move. Instead we found out that the man had left us the land in his will. So I guess I'm sort of an heiress too, but nothing like Betty and Penelope are. When my folks pass on it will probably be divided between my brother, sister and me. Anyway, we got the land and some of the horses. Enough to start our own buisiness. Raising horses doesn't pay much, enough to pay the taxes on the land and maybe supply food. The first few years were pretty hard though. Especially as we had lawyers fees because the mans family contested the will. We won, but it left us pretty broke except the land. It's funny, but those poor years were some of the happiest moments of my life. We had hard work and little money, but we had each other. My father would come in in the evening bone tired from working the horses and almost collapse in a chair. My sister and I would take off his boots and then pull off his pants and give him a blowjob while momma made dinner. Then after dinner we would sit around and talk and cuddle. I don't know why I forgot about all that happiness later. I guess my view got skewed by how the rest of the world viewed what we were doing. Over what a horrible thing incest was. I didn't think about the reality of what it was like. I got caught up in other peoples ideas of what it was like. At times I was even tempted to tell somebody about it. A teacher or counselor. I know now it's a good thing I never did. All I would have done was bring trouble to my family because of other peoples narrow mindedness. I don't mean to include you all in that. Fact is that I don't know how you are all taking this. I've never been very good at reading faces. But I want you to know this; That I was *not* abused. Nobody ever forced me to do anything I did not wish to do. Early on, Tammy may have convinced me by refusing to do me if I didn't do the same to her, but I always had the option of saying no. Perhaps I was exposed to some things earlier than most girls, but I'm not so sure that's even true. I get the impression a good many girls learn to masturbate not long after their periods arrive. The only difference for me, was that it was my sister who showed me how. Someone I love very deeply for that. Later I learned the joys of oral sex. Again taught to me by someone I love very deeply. I did not lose my virginity until I was in high school, and that had nothing to do with my family. I wish the hell it had, it probably would have been a whole lot gentler and loving. After I graduated, I got out. Since then my whole family have gone their separate ways. Anyway, that's my story. I'll understand if you no longer wish to be associated with me." Candice said, dropping her head to her hands. Tears running down her cheeks. "Darling, what the hell are you talking about?" Andrea asked, gently caressing her hair. Candice looked up at her puzzled, her eyes red and wet. "I mean; *why* would we wish to no longer be associated with an angel?" Andrea asked, bending to kiss at her tears. "Oh Andrea!" Candice sobbed, hugging her to her tightly. Jenny got up and came over and knelt before her. "I can't answer for the others, but I have *zero* inclination to release you from your promise of marrige. I'm going to hold you to it. *Not* because of your story, but because I love you. Your story does not affect that a bit. It sounds as if you had a very love filled addolesence. Perhaps a bit unconventional and even shocking to most. But I'm not most. I'm me. I don't hold anything you have told me against you. The same goes for you, Andrea. But I hope you already knew that." Jenny said. Andrea released Candice long enough so that she could hug and kiss Jenny. Heather sat down on the other arm of the chair while Jenny was talking. "The same goes for me, dearheart. I love you and I'm not letting you go. You're stuck with this kid." Heather said. Candice was overwhelmed as she hugged and kissed her friend deeply. Tears poured from her eyes. Andrea moved aside for Penelope to sit on the other arm of the chair. She spoke while Candice was hugging Heather. "I feel shamed. Shamed that I don't know how to love you more than I do. I had no clue just how strong you were. If you will have me, I would be *honored* to be your wife." Penelope said. Candice turned to her and hugged and kissed her hungrily. The others continued to caress her tenderly. "I'd say that your brides to be aren't going to let you out of it. I don't blame them a bit. Andrea knows how I feel about her -I hope. I feel almost as much for you. Your story doesn't change that a bit." Cindy said, unable to get close to Candice for the moment. Betty and Denise shared a look. Denise gave her the nod to speak for her. "I'd say it was unanimous. Your story doesn't change a thing. When the time comes -as I am now quite certain it will- for our groups to merge, Denise and I will welcome you as an honored dear in our hearts." Betty said. Candice looked up at Denise, unsure as to why Betty had spoken for her. Denise answered her by moving before her and dropping to her knees. Candice trembled inside as Denise leaned forward and tenderly kissed her. The kiss grew in intensity and Candice suddenly moaned and shuddered. "Well, I think that about sums it up. I think Betty was affording me the honor of declaring open season on you as the recipient of the first round of affection in our little orgy." Denise said softly, caressing her cheeks tenderly. Candice hugged her tightly. Tears still flowed from her eyes, but now they were tears of joy. As Denise's fingers found her nipples and lightly teased them, other hands and fingers found their way onto her body. Lips found her neck from both sides. Cindy tipped her head back and gave her a passionate upside-down kiss. Denise caught Jenny by the hand and guided her into her spot, pausing to kiss her deeply. They shared a look of understanding and then Denise withdrew to go sit by Betty. "My love. May I kiss you?" Denise asked, taking her hand. "To my utmost pleasure. These lips are yours to the day I die and hopefully beyond." Betty said, melting into Denise's arms. "*We will know sunsets and sunrises, meadows and mountains, fine wines and fine meals. Our love will be both tender and frantic. There is a place for both. We will watch each other grow old and feeble and love each other more each passing day. When we are too old to do else, we will sit and hold hands and share each others gaze. We shall revel in each passing moment. Should there be a here-after, I will hold you in my arms until the stars cease to burn and then comfort you in the darkness for eternity.*" Denise quoted herself from long before. Betty convulsed in her arms and a crying sob escaped her lips. Tears sprung to her eyes and she virtually quaked in the aftermath of the orgasm that struck her without warning. Denise held her in her arms and caressed her tenderly as Betty fought for her breath. The orgasm had been triggered by the sound of Denise's voice alone and the sentiment it expressed. Betty knew in that instant that Denise *owned* her body and soul. That she could take her at her whim or induce an orgasm in her by a look, a word or a touch. She lay helpless and quivering in Denise's arms as she felt the love rushes envelope her once again. "That was lovely. Where is it from?" Cindy said, kneeling beside them on one side. Andrea moved to kneel on the other side of them. Nodding her agreement with Cindy's question. Betty was unable to respond at the moment. She was lost in the sensation of Denise holding her and caressing her body. She felt Cindy's and Andrea's hands join her. "Something I once told her, when we first started going together. I meant every word of it then, *and now*. The same applies to you two." Denise said softly, continuing her caresses. "I don't know if we can ever begin to return the love and joy you two have given to us, but I will spend my dying breath trying." Andrea said, bending to kiss along Denise's inner thigh. "Ditto" Cindy said, mirroring her actions on Betty. Denise reached out to tenderly caress both girls cheeks. Betty's hands found their other cheeks. The girls zeroed in on their targets and the older women lay back moaning softly as the younger lips found their targets. Denise and Betty's lips found each other and they softly moaned through their kiss. Across the room Candice's body arched up in orgasm from the onslaught that continued on her. Her cry partially muted by yet another set of lips upon hers kissing her upside down. The tongue sliding sensually over hers. She had a set of lips on one of her unique nipples and a set wrapped around her clit as the associated tongue lapped at her womanhood. Hands caressed her everywhere. Barely had she collapsed back into the chair when the lips rotated positon and began anew upon her. The party continued unabated for some hours. The grand finale was an eight woman *octogon* in which everybody did everybody else. The logistics of this would have proved confusing, except that each knew whom they had and hadn't done. They just shifted around until they were laying between two new partners then continued with the excessive merrymaking. By the end, everybody was well satisfied and completely satiated. For a long time they napped, snuggled to whomever was closest. As they slowly came around one by one, they would start in again, also on whomever was closest. Slipping away for a quick pit stop as needed. This continued until way into the dawn hours. Chapter Thirty-Four Marge lay quietly in Sam's arms. She was awake but very reluctant to move. For two blissfull weeks they had been alone in the cabin, snowbound. They had talked, joked, laughed and loved as never before. Now that time was at an end. Thus Marge's reluctance to get out of bed. The call of nature finally drove her to it. Marge slipped gently out of bed, but Sam's hand followed her and traced her bare thigh. She smiled at him and leaned back to kiss him softly on the lips. "Back in a flash love. Nature calls." she said. "I guess I should get up myself." Sam said. "Don't you dare, except to make your own pit stop! This is our last morning alone and I'm not through with you yet." Marge called back over her shoulder. "Nag, nag, nag." Sam chuckled, grinning after her. He propped some pillows behind him and sat up in the old brass bed they had tested so thouroughly over the past two weeks. It creaked like the dickens, but seemed to be structurally sound. Marge returned a few minutes later and slid into bed next to him, snuggling to his side. "Glad to see you reconsidered." she said, kissing his cheek. "Actually, I was awake before you moved. I was just laying there enjoying the feel of you against me." Sam said, kissing her cheek. "You know, this isn't like old married couples like us. For most of them oral sex is passing each other in the hallway and saying: *fuck you.*" Marge chuckled. "Mm, glad we're not like them, although I would like to fuck you.....Scratch that. I don't like that term. I would like to make love with you again." Sam replied. "My thoughts exactly. Pit stop first?" Marge asked. Sam nodded, kissed her on the cheek and slipped out of bed. Padding nude into the bathroom. He caught a glimpse out the window over the frozen meadow and was gratefull for the carpeted floor and heating. "Nice ass." Marge teased him from behind. "Not as nice as Denise's, but you're stuck with it." Sam called back. There it was again; that name. That gorgeous sensual creature who had come into their lives and changed it for the better. Who was undoubtedly the reason why they had just spent two glorius weeks humping each other into babbling idiots after sixteen years of marrige. She had made it both possible and had been the impetus for the event by instilling in them both passions that had long lay dormant. Denise had awakened them effortlessly and perhaps even innocently, but Marge doubted that. Denise was no simpleton. *Everything* she did had a reason. Just as Sam had had a reason for mentioning her name when Marge commented about his ass. He knew the thought of her got Marge hot as hell and he would be there to reap the bennefits. ----------------------------------------------------------------- This is where I have dead-ended with the story so far. For the moment, my life is a bit hectic. I'm trying to get a different book actually published while trying to maintain another career and some sort of social life. As such, my time is a bit tied up for now. I'm open to suggestions on how to proceed with this story from here. "Savant" has been my practice story. As it's *obvious* that I still need *a lot* of practice, I can asure you that I will be working on it again in the future. Thank you for staying with me this far. Deana Johns. ------------------ End of section of Savant. 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