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 Diane and Jan

   Intro

   I was in my early thirties, single, fit, unmarried and taking full
advantage of all those facts.  I had just gotten a job at a medical testing
facility.  Not that I had any scientific background.  I had a Ph.D.  in
Comparative Literature and I had been hired as the VP Training.  The CEO
had had trouble with all the technical Ph.D.'s not respecting the entire
notion of training and therefore hired me because I had the only credential
they recognized--a doctorate.  As it happened, he was right on the money.
But this story deals with the lab techs only indirectly.This story begins
when I went through my two-day HR orientation for the firm.  I showed up at
the HR office at 9:00 a.m., knocked, entered and there was Mrs.Tappock, who
looked as if she were ninety.  She had been HR Director with the firm for
35 years and had been doing firm orientation for that same period.  How did
she do it?  She took the orientation manual and read it aloud to me,
stopping and looking at me after each key point was made.  As a trainer, I
knew how adults learned and this approach was not even distantly related to
any decent learning theory.  I suggested that she simply let me read the
manual and then if I had questions, I could talk with her.  She looked up,
irritated, because she felt I had interrupted her, and kept right on
reading.  I twitched and turned and seven days later it was lunch time.  I
thought, "God, at least I can get away from this for a while." But
Mrs.Tappock had--thoughtfully in her mind--ordered lunch in so we wouldn't
lose any time.  Oh joy.  I thought about getting sick.  The whole process
was making me feel kind of queasy anyway.  It was as if I were trapped in a
storm cellar with a life insurance salesman.  But I had this terrible fear
that if I had to leave, Mrs.Tappock would simply reschedule and
start--ohmigod--from the beginning again.  Time grew glacial and after
several millennia had passed, we made it to 4:59 p.m.  and I was released
from captivity.  We were only halfway through the manual.  The next day I
would have to go through this torture again.  I went to my boss and
explained the problem.  He just smiled and said, "We've all had to do it.
You'll make it through."

   I wasn't as sanguine as he was and so when I knocked on the main HR
door, I wasin the same frame of mind I would have been in if I was about to
face unanaesthetized oral surgery.Someone said, "Come in" and it was not
Mrs.Tappock's voice.  I opened the door and there was a Barbi doll.  Not
literally, of course.  Someone once figured that if Barbi were human, she
would be six feet tall with a 36 inch bust and a 12 inch waist.  The woman
facing me was not six feet tall (she was about 5' 6"), did not have a
twelve inch waist (although it was tiny) but clearly had a thirty-six inch
bust.  The rest--from her blonde hair down to her long legs, which were
partially covered by a very short dress, was so well put together that I
had a very difficult time maintaining eye contact.  What was interesting
was that she seemed not in the least troubled by my struggle.  She seemed
to expect my reaction.  And she was checking me out as I was checking her.
An Italian might have called her hotissima.

   She said her name was Diane, that she was Mrs.  Tappock's assistant and
that she'd give me the guide, I could read it and then I could ask
questions if there were any.  I wanted to kiss her--for many reasons--but
primarily for the fact that we would not be repeating yesterday's torture.
She said, "The only challenge we have now is how we can spend the rest of
the day.  Are you up for a picnic?"I said "absolutely," and she grabbed a
large basket--clearly she'd been planning--and asked me to follow her to
the parking lot, where we got into her car and headed I knew not where.  We
arrived at a place with picnic tables and started eating and talking.  She
threw me a bit when she asked.  "Do you know that you are one of four
people in this firm who are not married?" I confessed I did not.  I asked
her hopefully if she was also unmarried and she smiled lasciviously,
saying, "There are three women, one of whom weighs over three hundred
pounds.  The other two are me and my friend, Jan." I said that I loved the
odds and asked her about Jan.  She said, "You'll meet her soon enough" and
continued to look me over as if I were a prize lamb chop.  It was only
fair, I suppose, because in my mind I was licking every inch of her.  And
she seemed to know instantly that I had a hardon.  She smiled, knowingly
and delightfully.  I could tell immediately that Diane was a gifted flirt,
which I loved, because I was too.  We ate our lunch and talked into the
afternoon.

   When I grew a little concerned about the time, she laughed and said,
"Hey, you're at orientation, which takes all day." Sounded good to me.  We
dished and shared and eyed each other for hours.  It turned out that the
firm was full of married men, many of whom had unsuccessfully hit on both
Diane and Jan.  I could sense that we would be getting to know each other
very well.  The next day at the office, someone knocked on the door and a
good-looking brunette about 5' 10" walked in.  She had what I would call an
athlete's body, small breasted and slim with muscular curves.  I loved
muscles and I loved curves so I examined her as carefully as she was
examining me.  I was now really excited about working at the company.  She
had been looking serious when she came into my office but the second she
shut the door, she gave me a blinding smile and started to introduce
herself when I said, "You would be Jan, right?" She said, "Got it in one. I
wanted to see our only bachelor.  Tell me you're not gay." "I rise only for
those of the female persuasion."

   She smiled and then we talked for over an hour.  I suddenly found myself
discussing the backfield of the state college football team the entire city
rooted for--and which of the backups might be better than the starters. 
Jan was a jock, which was just fine with me.  So I had two wonderfully sexy
women who seemed to be sending strong signals that they would like to
repeatedly violate me.  In the lab culture, Jan and Diane were exotics,
like two orchids in a greenhouse stuffed with gardenias.

   Into the Woods

   After about two weeks of intensive flirting, our three-sided
relationship was growing more exciting.  Diane's and my lunchtime
conversation had gotten progressively more explicit.  During several of
those times, as she spoke, I remember getting a hardon that had
commemorative value--I wanted to save if for some special occasion.  When
Jan and I had lunch together, we'd eat quickly, race back to the car so we
could make out--AMAZING--it was like being sixteen again--remember what it
was like to get hands under clothes for the first time?  All three of us
realized (although we didn't share this insight with each other at the
time) that there was only one thing to do now.  It was time for some
action.

   And then there was a seismic change in our triangular fondling.  Diane
and I were having lunch at the picnic tables.  I don't recall the topic but
it certainly revolved around sex and we were both turned on.  Diane's right
hand was under the table and, by her breathing, it seemed that she was
doing something X-rated.  After about seven minutes, flushing beautifully,
her eyes half closed, she turned to me and said.  "What do you like to do
sexually and what do you like to have done to you?" As my heart started
playing the Hallelujah Chorus, I wondered about answering and then told her
that I got really excited by watching women get turned on, that I loved to
go down on them, licking and sucking until they lost control. 
Diane--slightly more flushed now (her hand was still working under the
table--considered that for a second and said, "I like to watch when guys
come as well--particularly when they are fucking my breasts.  When they
yell and I feel come on my neck, I almost always climax."

   Diane then said, "That idea's making me wet." So I said, "Let me feel."
Diane moved to my side of the table, pulling up her tight skirt while she
moved (there was no one else at the picnic tables but at this point I'm not
sure it would have mattered).  She sat down beside me and spread her legs.
I reached down and found that she was wearing crotchless panties and that
she was wet, warm and welcoming.  I thought as long as I was down there, I
might as well do a little exploring.  I slowly circled my finger around her
clitoris, which was about the size of a small grape.  She closed her eyes
and started breathing like a sixty-year smoker.  Then I said, "Your wetness
is making me hard." She said, "How hard?" and I said, "If I hit my cock
against a piece of steel, it would ping." Then Diane started unbuttoning
and unzipping my pants.  She pulled me out of my underwear and said, "Ping
indeed." Her hands were very cold but skilled.  I watched her lick the
fingers of her right hand twice and then I felt those fingers at the head
of my cock.  They seemed to be swirling in some wonderful way--still only
touching the head--and then she would bring her fingers together, pushing
down and then pulling back on my cock.  It was as if I were thrusting
without moving.  After about five minutes of caressing and increasingly
heavier breathing--from both of us--she looked up at me and said, "You
know--you look a little under the weather.  I think you should take the
rest of the day off." And I turned to her and said, "You don't look all
that hot yourself.  You should join me." And she said, "There's another
place I'd like you to see."

   We reluctantly got ourselves rearranged and got in my car and headed to
this place.  I said to her as we drove, "You know, I'd really liked feeling
how wet you are." She scooted over (this was well before seatbelt laws).  I
reached down and said, "You know, it would be better if you got rid of that
damp underwear." Diane reached down, arched up a bit, and disappeared her
underwear.  I licked my right-hand fingers and reached down, only to find
that I needn't have bothered because Diane was dripping.  I put two of my
fingers inside her and then went back to circling her clitoris.  Her
breathing was growing more choppy and her side of the conversation quickly
ceased.  We travelled about ten miles and turned into what looked like a
park entrance.  We got out and walked over to a locked gate that said, `No
Trespassing' but Diane had a key that opened it.  I assumed she knew what
she was doing and so followed her into the woods.  We ended up in a
bee-loud glade that seemed outside time.  And then Diane said, "I've only
brought one guy here.  Right where you are standing, I told him I would
have sex with him if he got on the bottom." "How was it?" "He didn't want
to get all dirty and scratched up so he didn't do it." "Jesus, was he gay?'
Diane smiled, saying, "I'm not sure.  He was certainly a disappointment."
"Why don't you make the same offer to me right now?" I was even then
looking around for a grassy spot.  "I was planning to.  If you get on the
bottom, I'll have sex with you."

   I was wearing a long cardigan sweater, which I quickly removed and
spread on the ground.  I shucked my clothes and lay down on my back on the
sweater.  I was now privileged to see Diane, standing above me, take off
her clothes.  I noticed that after she took off her gauze-like bra, her
breasts remained the same shape.  Given the size of her breasts, that
should have been impossible.  It was as if her chest were somehow in a
gravity-free zone.  Then she straddled me.  How many of you have seen a
beautiful nude woman, legs spread, above your face?  I had to remind myself
to breathe.  She stood above me for several seconds, magnificent, wearing
only dappled sunlight and a smile.  A small swatch of light hit her body
just below her belly and a red highlight appeared.  Truly a natural blonde.
I said, "Why don't you sit on my face?" She seemed pleased at that, moved
up a bit and as I looked up I saw that gorgeous body slowly lowering itself
on my mouth.  Briefly my view was unforgettable.  I looked up to see the
full length of her wonderful slit, slightly glistening, with her rounded
ass cheeks on one side and her fair pubic hair on the other, backed by the
rounded undersides of her breasts, which now looked like ice cream scoops
with cherries on top.  She settled down on me.  Her public
hair--surprisingly soft--started to tickle my nose as I reached over her
thighs to spread her lower lips and started exploring with my tongue.  I
started a rhythm of licking her clitoris five times and sucking once.

   It has always amazed me how much you can hear when a tight young girl's
thighs are wrapped around your head.  I heard Diane's now labored
breathing..  I could hear her heart start to race and then the
progressively louder moans that began in about twenty seconds.  We lay like
that for a good half hour, Diane noisily coming.  I loved it when her
vagina would clench on the tip of my tongue.  I watched as her eyes closed
and rolled, her breasts jiggling firmly.  At a certain point, she lifted
her hips off me, moved so that her head was now on my middle, and settled
down.  I could feel her lips slowly descending around my cock.  You can
always tell an experienced mouth and hers was, circling my cock head with
her tongue and periodically applying wonderful suction.  I started to
thrust up into her mouth and her suction grew much stronger.  I could feel
my climax coming from a long way off; then it seemed as if my hips
exploded. I yelled and, after hovering in the air for a while, reached down
to pull Diana up onto me so that she was then on top and my cock was inside
her.  We moved together slowly and tenderly, her breasts bouncing
magnificently for ten or so minutes.  We drove each other crazy and
climaxed at the same moment.  After that we leisurely licked, stroked and
sucked each other for the rest of the afternoon.  One of my top five sexual
experiences.  We never did make it back to the office, which is probably
just as well--both of us looked as if we had just been screwing in the dirt
(Well, in fact...).  I drove Diane back to the picnic table parking lot,
dropped her off and then went home, wondering that, since the sexual door
had been opened, what would Jan do?

   Jan and I

   Jan had practiced yoga for eighteen years and she went through her poses
every day--usually twice a day.  I was there one weekend afternoon and she
asked if I wanted to watch and I said, "Sure." She then removed all of her
clothing (a great beginning) and went through some poses, stretches and
handstands that took my breath away.  There is a basic yoga pose called
`downward facing dog' and I had never thought that much about it but now
that it was Jan's tight little ass in the air, I was thinking about it a
great deal.  After she finished, she asked if I had any requests.  I asked
her to do downwardfacing dog again and I came up behind her and moved my
hand up and down her backside, my fingers curling around her clitoris.  We
were both liking it, so I stepped out of my pants, knelt slightly and
entered her, at which both of us gasped a bit.  I was able to thrust
gently. The challenge I found was that I could crouch only so long and then
had to stand all the way up.  (Diane later named this new pose "when
downward-facing dog meets upward-facing dick.")

   Then Jan did something unexpected.  I knew she was flexible but was
shocked when she lay down on her bedroom rug and pulled her legs so far
over her head that she touched her feet to the floor behind her head. 
While she was in this position, her vagina opened wonderfully, allowing me
to sink my tongue into her and lap her clitoris, which I did until she
shuddered and gave a little cry.  Jan later admitted that up until she was
fourteen, she could actually lick her own clitoris and she could still come
within an inch or two (she demonstrated this to Diane and me one rainy
afternoon).

   After this we hotfooted it to her bed and she lay me back, her mouth
slowly enveloping my cock.  Jan lightly sucked me hard again (she later
told me that she loved feeling guys get hard in her mouth).  Once I was
lengthened and hardened, Jan pushed her face around my cock much more
deeply.  Once at the picnic tables, she had told me that she couldn't do
full deep throat--she thought of her skill as being "shallow throat."
Whatever, it was plenty deep and very very pleasant.  I told her then to
use her grip and suddenly my cock felt major tightness, suction and
friction.  I worked hard to prolong this amazing sensation, thinking about
things like Kate Smith, Aunt Jemima, and Yogi Berra.  But I couldn't hold
out long and I spurted into her mouth, blacking out for a little.  We had
established that we were sexually compatible.

   One Saturday Jan called me and asked if I would spend the day with her.
I immediately wanted to know her wicked plan and why it would take all day.
All she would say was that I needed to put myself in her capable (as I well
knew) hands.  I showed up at her place, Jan greeting me in a silk bathrobe
that was nicely translucent and outlined her hard little nipples .  She
pulled me inside, slowly took me out of my clothes and offered me a bowl of
hashish.  I started smoking but when I offered her the pipe back, she said
she didn't need it.  I thought that was a little curious but in five
minutes, as my atoms seemed to scatter, all of them gently bumping against
the ceiling.

   Jan guided me over to her bed (I'm not sure I could have made it on my
own) and we both lay down.  Jan had the sort of rangy athletic body that
could in fact "wrap all around you like a rubber band," which she proceeded
to do.  We were lying side by side and hugging each other.  Her arms were
pulling me tightly into her.  I felt closer to her than I had ever felt. 
And as we lay there--and I have never figured out she did this without
using her hands--I felt my erection slowly sliding into her, 1/8 inch by
1/8 inch.  And then we lay there for a while (time became fluid).

   I somehow maintained my erection throughout the afternoon, partially
because it seemed as if I could feel all the air molecules touching all of
my skin molecules and also because Jan was able to maintain a constant
pressure on my cock.  Every once in a while she would lightly tighten
herself against me and I could feel my cock very slowly being pulled more
deeply inside her.  These were almost imperceptible movements but they were
having a profound impact on my entire body--it felt as if our bodies had
somehow melded.  Then, after God knows how much time (I later found that
almost five hours had past), Jan disengaged herself and lay on her back,
legs spread.  We then demonstrated that missionaries knew much more about
sex than they have been given credit for.We did this boa constrictor sex
thing four times and while I had some hash the second time, I didn't need
it for the remaining times.  I still cherish those sensations.

   Three of Us

   About a week after Diane and Jan and I had had sex, Jan invited me over
for supper.  I walked in and Jan told me to put my coat in the bedroom.  I
walked in and there was Diane lying nude, stroking herself, on Jan's
king-sized bed.  I stuck my head around the corner and asked Jan how long
dinner was going to be because I wanted to eat the beautiful appetizer she
had provided.  Jan said, "Go ahead" and started walking toward me.  Diane
and I began to delicately fiddle with each other and then she pulled me on
top of her.  So much for lengthy foreplay.  I mounted her, thrusting slowly
into her warm center.  I could hear Jan and then, when she was beside us,
she dropped her clothes and sat on the bed beside me.  She reached over and
caressed my balls and ass until both Diane and I came.

   All three of us were nude, lolling on Jan's bed, when Diane looked at me
and said, "Do you have any requests?" I was momentarily stunned by all the
things I could ask for at that moment but I thought back to our discussion
at the picnic table and said, "Yes, I'd like to fuck your breasts." Diane
reached over and applied liberal quantities of lubricant between her
breasts and onto my cock.  She then leaned over and whispered something to
Jan, who immediately said, "You're on." Diane lay down and I quickly
straddled her upper middle.  I took my first thrust and came close to
fainting.  Two firm breasts held firmly together created an opening that
was superlatively tight.  I thrust again and again, my eyes shut as the
pleasure was almost overwhelming and then Diane moaned and I opened my eyes
to see that she had raised her head, put her chin down and had fully opened
her mouth.  I immediately shot off and, and as she had told me, she quaked
underneath me three times as she came.  I rolled off her and asked Diane
what the earlier whispering had been about.  She said, "I bet Jan ten
dollars that I could make you come simply by opening my mouth."

   Then Jan and I leaped at each other, and she rolled on top.  My view was
fabulous, those tight little breasts bouncing firmly and her eyes closing.
She moved back and forth several times and I felt Diane reach over and
circle my cock with her hand.  That sudden tightness almost made me come
and I requested a bit less pressure.  It was thankfully given and Jan and I
continued to move together.  I was heading toward climax as Jan came and
then came again and I spurted into her.  We lay there for a second, trying
to regain our normal breathing.  Jan rolled off and lay down beside me,
Diane lying on my other side.

   After several minutes of nirvana, I said, ""I couldn't help noticing. 
You didn't touch each other.  Don't you two fool around?" Diane and Jan
looked at each other and blushed.  If you've never seen two fair-skinned
nude women blush, it's quite a show.  Diane and Jan were pink from their
upper lips to their lower ones.  Diane and Jan stuttered about never having
had sex with a female and they agreed that they would have trouble going
down on a woman."Well, I'm surprised.  You are both very sexual and very
desirable.  Haven't you ever thought about having sex with each other?" At
which they blushed again and I said, "Looks like someone has been thinking
about it.  I'm surprised that you haven't ever tried it." Diane said, "I
wouldn't even know where to start." And Jan agreed.  "Well I can tell you
how to start.  Take a shower together.  The rules are: you cannot wash
yourself; you can only wash the other person.  Get each other very very
clean--all those nooks and crannies.  Then let's see what happens." They
each shrugged but they each moved to the bathroom door, which they left
open.  The shower curtain was blessedly clear.  This was one of those times
when I thought there might indeed be a benevolent God.

   At first there was only the noise of the shower and some nervous
giggling.  But gradually the giggling stopped and over the shower noises
there were other noises--first louder breathing and then breathing that
sounded as if it were coming from a tubercular ward, with an overlay of
softer and louder moans and groans.  I could see them hugging and watched
as they buried their hands in each other.  The shower went on for a very
long time.  There were now louder noises which sounded as if they were
being hurt but I knew that was not the case.  Then they screamed a little
as the hot water ran out and they tumbled out of the shower fastened at the
mouth.  They make an attempt at drying each other but did a lousy job and
they careened toward the bed.  They hit it hard and the kissing continued
for a while and then each reached down to pleasure the other.  Now the
moaning got aggressive.  But they found that, while lying side by side,
with four arms in action, it was clumsy to reach down to touch the other so
Jan changed position.

   Diane and Jan were then head to toe side-by-side and now they could
freely and easily touch each other.They were obviously getting better with
the touching because each of them climaxed but neither of them stopped
fondling.  I noticed that as they touched each other's clitoris, each of
them started to thrust her hips toward the other's head, moving head and
hips closer and closer.  Then their heads were inches away from their
crotches and suddenly Jan's dark head was between Diane's legs, slurping
noisily; shortly afterwards, Diane returned the favor.  There were licking
and sucking sounds and then their breathing changed as they began to climax
more quickly and together.  I wished I had a video camera to capture the
ballet of their bodies.  After some time (who was looking at his watch?)
Diane rolled on her back and Jan did the same.  And I observed, "So, looks
like you figured out how to go down on a woman." Jan looked at Diane and
said, "I'm certainly glad we did.  Why did we never try that before?" Diane
said, "I have no idea but I feel like doing it again right now.  It's so
much easier than giving a blow job." "I agree." I do not recall if we ever
made it to supper that night.

   What I do recall was that over the next few months, I was pretty
regularly having sex with the two of them.  It was very sexy to watch Jan
and Diane experimenting with each other's various body parts.  They got to
know each other very very well.  And they liked having me watch them.  When
either needed a cock inside them, I was ready to step forward, altruist
that I was.

   They started to go dancing together on Saturday nights, on the lookout
for partners.  I was fortunate enough to see some of their dancing outfits.
My favorite Diane dress was tight knit cotton, almost exactly Diane's skin
color.  It hugged her curves and had wide spaces between the knits; when
the light on the dance floor hit her dress just right (and she knew how to
show that angle to her partner), you could see she was completely nude
underneath.  An overpowering sight.  Jan wore one outfit I liked--a
ripped-in-half tshirt (you could see the bottom of her right breast) with
"Too drunk to fuck" written on it.  She sent a conflicting message,
however, with her erect nipples.  What was particularly great about the
shirt was that Jan wore no bra and after she'd been dancing for about half
an hour, she became the only contestant in a wet t-shirt contest on the
dance floor.  She won every time.

   And while they were very particular, they did find partners out dancing,
all of whom I got to hear about in great detail.  One weekend they brought
back a male who, for some reason, in the middle of a dance mentioned to
Diane that he was hung like a horse (I remember thinking that the line was
a limited conversational gambit).  Diane danced close and then put her hand
at his crotch, feeling the length and then the hardness of him.  The guy
was surprised at that but then blown away when Diane summoned Jan so that
she could feel him too.  He must have thought he had somehow reached the
promised land without dying.  Both his body and his stamina pleased them
but his personality, they found, was sorely absent.  "If only he were
mute," Jan told me, "he would have been perfect." They came across him
again while dancing but never bit the second time.

   On another weekend they brought a gorgeous female (they took a nude
picture of her for me) who had never had sex with another woman and
suddenly felt herself being fondled and licked by two women.  I wish I
could have been there.  Then, not too long after that on a Friday night,
they brought back a couple from Brazil, the white, short and gloriously
blonde wife and her tall black husband.  They were athletes of some sort
with drop-dead bodies.  Diane said that she and Diane had mostly come
across inexperience partners in group sex but that these two were so wildly
accomplished that Jan said she felt as if she should have been taking notes
the whole time.  The four of them spent the weekend in bed, separating at
10:00 p.m.  on Sunday night.  On the following Monday both Diane and Jan
were dragging their asses--although they agreed that they had made the
right decision--and that it was true what they said about black guys.  Both
of them were sore for several days.  And they showed me a set of pictures
of the four of them in bed.  They put all the photos in what Jan called the
Trophy Book.
I cannot describe all the things we did with each other over the next
few weeks and months.  I do recall one night at Diane's, coming back from
the bathroom and finding Jan and Diane on their stomachs, their wonderful
posteriors displayed.  Their asses looked like upturned hearts.  I
immediately said, "Those are some fine buttocks, ladies." Diane said to Jan
in a mock whisper, "Uh oh.  I'd say he wants to fuck someone's ass." Jan
and Diane looked at each other and then Jan disappeared into the bathroom
and reappeared with a condom and a bottle of lubricant.  Diane eased Jan up
on all fours.  Then Diane scooted over and knelt by Jan's ass, saying, "You
could fuck my large ass (I snorted) or you could try this compact little

ass." Diane spilled some lubricant on her hand and generously applied it to
Jan's ass crack--up and down and up and down, moving closer and closer to
her anal bud.  "So small--and (here she put her index finger inside Jan's
asshole) so tight--so amazingly tight."

   At that point I was way beyond deferring gratification.  Diane put the
condom on me, lubed me a bit, and I slowly entered Jan's ass.  You could
tell Jan was experienced in anal because she didn't clamp down on me.  As I
was filling Jan, Diane moved to our right, lay down on her back and reached
up to stroke Jan's clitoris.  There was a long period of slow thrusting and
then, Jan moaned and then came with a shudder.  As she came, her ass
clenched up and almost immediately I climaxed into her.  We both tipped
over on the bed to our left and lay there for a while waiting for the
aftershocks to lessen.  Jan said, "I'd do that again in a second.  That was
amazing." And Diane said, "No, it's my turn next time." I said, "Who'd want
to fuck your fat ass?" at which we all cracked up--so to speak.  I thought
I had completely emptied myself into Jan, that I might never climax again.
But then I looked over and saw Diane, on all fours, applying generous
amounts of lubricant to her asshole and suddenly there was a miracle on my
person--Lazarus rising from the dead.  As I mounted Diane and slowly pushed
into her tightest hole, Jan laying on her back beside us so that she could
return the favor by stroking Diane's clitoris.

   There were dozens and dozens of times like this.  These days they come
at me in wonderful random moments, when I see a woman in a certain position
or with a great body or when I just feel myself getting horny.  One of the
great thing about fantasies is that people don't age.

   The Birthday Present

   The two of them gave me the most memorable birthday present I had ever
gotten.  We were at Diane's, wearing nothing, and Diane wished me a happy
birthday.  I wondered how she knew and then, of course, realized that Human
Resources would have all that personal data.  She said, "We'd like to give
you a special present and handed me a piece of paper.  It said, in fancy
calligraphy, "This entitles the bearer to a one-hour tag-team blow job" and
it was signed by Diane and Jan.  I said, "I'm curious--who did you get to
do the calligraphy?" Diane said, "My sister." "And how did she react to the
note?" "She laughed and made two more of them for herself." I told myself
I'd have to meet this sister.

   The second I'd finished reading the gift card, I had an instant erection
and heavier breathing--and they hadn't even touched me yet.  Jan started
and she was very talented--hands, suction, swirling, and shallow throating.
Every once in a while she could pull most of me into her mouth, which felt
like a warmed silk glove.  I remember my head snapping back, and then I'd
look down to watch that mouth in action.  It would not have been a good
time for me to make investment decisions.

   Just when I was getting into Jan's rhythm, Diane took over.  She could
not take me in as deeply but she more than made up for that fact with her
supple hands, which were incredibly coordinated and felt like another mouth
on me.  Each time she was on the upstroke, her hand clamped around my
favorite nerves.  I came close to coming twice and Diane, realizing this,
readjusted her grip's firmness.  You'd think that such a scenario would
offer unalloyed joy but I'm betting you've never been in that situation. 
Each of them got me so close to climax that after fifteen minutes I was
begging for them to finish me.  But that was not what they had in mind. 
They would take me to the very top of the mountain and then, instead of
tumbling me over, they would stop their ministrations and switch.  I felt
like a sexual Sisyphus.

   During that last twenty minutes I sounded like a bad James Brown
impression, going "Please.  Please.  Please." I had seldom groveled in a
sexual situation but that was exactly what I was doing.  And when I
finally--explosively--came, I could not recall into whose mouth it
happened. At that point it didn't matter.  I feltblasted apart.  As I said
at the time in my near comatose state, "Happy birthday to me."

   The Halloween Ball: Preparation

   Perhaps the biggest social event in the lab's calendar was the Halloween
Ball, where there was a large cash award for the best outfits and people
worked on their costumes for months.  A committee came up with a theme and
then everyone had to dress according to that theme.  The theme chosen for
the 1983 dance was "famous couples." I'm not sure who had the idea but Jan
and Diane decided to goas Marilyn Monroe and Joe DiMaggio.  There was no
question as to which of them would be Marilyn and which Joe.  Jan had been
an all-state softball player in college.  She still had her college
uniform, which was fortunately pin-striped.  She had a friend who did
sewing and Jan had her remove the name of her college and add the NY to the
shirt.  It was easy to find a Yankees cap.  Jan had added some padding to
make her body more muscular, wore a male skull cap wig and completed her
outfit with a big wad of chewing gum, a jockstrap and a cup (more of this
later).

   It was much harder to find and adapt a Marilyn outfit.  Jan and Diane
and I spent almost three months cruising the vintage clothing stores to
find the perfect dress and finally we did.  It was a black silky (we were
never really sure what the fabric was) strapless sheath with a neckline so
low and revealing that the dress had been sitting there, the clerk said,
for almost eight months.  The clerk said that if a woman had the bust for
it, her waist wasn't small enough and if her waist was small enough, they
almost surely lacked the bust for it.  The clerk did not realize she was
waiting for a human Barbie Doll, but I saw it immediately.  When Diane
modeled the dress for us in the changing room, all the areas that were
supposed to be covered were uncovered.  All three of us were moved.

   We bought the dress and I was lucky enough to be there the night she
tried it on for the second time.  We could see immediately that underwear
was out of the question because in that dress you could see almost the
entire front of Diane's bra and most of her bikini underwear.  Through the
thin fabric, you could almost read her panties' label.  She removed the
dress, took off her underwear and put the dress back on.  But there was
another problem--Diane's pubic hair was visible and also stood out in bas
relief in the front of the dress.  Jan and I helped solve this issue by
shaving Diane (rinsing her off under the bathtub faucet was a fun 45-minute
exercise).

   When she was bare, we found that the dress' sheath was so high that when
Diane walked, you could see all the things that clothing is supposed to
cover--although Jan and I had to admit that we liked the look.  The view of
that body in that dress made our hearts--and libidos--soar.  Whatever the
material was, it was both tight and clinging.  Some tight dresses flatten
things out a bit but this one was more like a leotard body suit, perfectly
sculpting Diane's curves rather than inhibiting them.  Her ass particularly
seemed not covered but outlined--every curve stood out in its full glory.
Jan and I felt like applauding and then raping Diane.

   As she stood there, Diane's breasts were almost entirely visible--enough
was showing to get her arrested in most Southern states.  She bent over a
bit and her breasts fell out; she leaned slightly in either direction and
her breasts fell out.  So she stood perfectly straight and could see that
she would have to make some adjustments if she was not going to scandalize
(or delight, as the case might be) the entire company.  The other challenge
was that the dress was so tight that sitting in it would be a problem. 
But, bless them, it never occurred to them not to go.

   Jan asked her seamstress friend to sew Diane's sheath up a bit because
Diane was unwilling to share her nether regions with the PhD.'s.  The
seamstress, who had repaired and dry-cleaned the dress, took a small side
section of old black bikini underwear and sewed it over the top of the
sheath so that it mostly closed the view and made it look as if Diane were
wearing underwear.  The total effect was overpowering.  Jan summed it up
best by saying, "Looking at you in that dress makes my tongue hard." Diane
looked over at her and said, "Really?" and flushed, which caused her
nipples to pop up.  Diane's nipples were large to start with but when she
got excited they stuck out almost three quarters of an inch; in that dress
they might as well have been sending up flares.  I said, "I'm not sure you
should get excited in that dress, Diane." And Diane replied, "Well, if
those Ph.D.s don't know that women have nipples, it's time they found out."
Jan and I just looked at her.  We could see it was going to be a great
party.

   As we moved closer to the Ball, there were additional things that had to
be done.  Diane had bought a vhs of "Some Like it Hot" so she could perfect
Marilyn's walk.  The practice sessions for this I found profoundly moving.
She also studied pictures of Marilyn on the Internet.  After work the night
before the party (which was on a Friday), Diane had her hair dyed platinum
and arranged in the classic Marilyn pageboy.  She also wore Marilyntype
shades and she used makeup to duplicate the mole on Marilyn's left cheek.
The likeness was astonishing.

   The Halloween Ball: The Contest

   Because Jan and Diane were going as a couple, I needed a date.  I went
with a graduate school friend-with-benefits, Bobbi.  We dressed as Tarzan
and Jane.  I wore a loin cloth and Bobbi, who had a good body, wore a
leather mini-bikini small enough that half her breasts and ass were
showing. Everything was covered, although when she knelt in a certain way,
she provided a view more gynecological than jungle.  She would cause more
than a few stares.  But she didn't know anyone, she likely would never see
any of them again and she was a born exhibitionist.  For her it was heaven.

   Staring at Bobbi stopped--or shifted--when Jan and Diane walked onto the
dance floor around ten thirty (the dance was scheduled from 9:00 to
midnight).  There was an audible intake of breath as Diane removed her
coat. Walking in her Marilyn walk, she and Jan sashayed across the floor.
As she did so, mouths dropped and wives started to speak and then were
pushing or socking their husbands to remind them they were taken.  This
happened many times in a long line across the floor as they made their way
over to us.  It was clear that Diane wasn't winning the hearts of the
wives.

   There was, however, one particularly good reaction.  One lab wife I had
met at another party when, after a few drinks, she began to offer
outrageous opinions and comments.  I loved her immediately.  Her husband
almost had his tongue out as Diane went by and, instead of directing him
away from her, she urged her husband to dance with Diane.  As he moved
toward Diane with a glazed look, the wife looked at me and said, "Let the
other wives do what they want.  She'll get him all turned on and I'll be
facing a steel erection when we get back home.  More power to her and that
dress.  Even I would like to do her." I wondered how this woman had married
a lab guy.

   As Diane danced--and it was amazing she could move, let alone dance--Jan
spent a great deal of the evening adjusting her jockstrap cup.  Anyone who
knew anything about baseball found this hilarious, although the wives, even
after an explanation, were not all that amused.  She had also used makeup
to create a five-o'clock shadow that was exceedingly realistic.  She even
asked several wives to dance but only Bobbi and the wife who made the steel
hardon commen took her up on it.  Jan danced with her twice, very very
closely.  There was even a bit of mild grinding.  That created some
comment, which pleased all three of them.

   I looked at Diane.  By this time I had seen her nude dozens of times but
there was something about those curves inside that dress.  Without even
realizing it, I had a raging erection, which I immediately realized was a
bad move when you are wearing a loin cloth.  I quickly sat down and must
have had a strange look on my face because Bobbi quickly joined me and
asked if everything was alright.  When I explained the problem to her, she
smiled and, reaching under the table, fondled me.  That didn't help.

   Then Diane and Jan, still standing, joined Bobbi and me.  I told Diane
that if she had had that reaction on me, imagine the effect she must be
having on all the Ph.D.s.  I whispered down to her, asking her how in God's
name she had made the dress cover her breasts and she said it was a matter
of "prayer and strategic glue." I noted that both Jan and Diane were
appraising Bobbi and not very surreptitiously.  She did look good, I have
to admit.  But Diane's nipples started to harden and I reminded her that
there were no secrets in that dress.  She shrugged me off, a dangerous move
with that neckline.

   There was a great moment (which Diane shared with me afterward) when a
Ph.D.  who was six foot seven (and king of the lab basketball team) danced
with Diane.  As he looked down, he could see all of Diane's breasts and she
knew it.  Diane looked up--far up--and said, "A penny for your thoughts?"
And the Ph.D.  said, "I wish I weren't married." Diane replied, "Yes, I can
feel your sincerity," and mashed her crotch against him.  She then
stealthily put her hand between the two of them and rubbed up the length of
his penis, saying, "Now I wish you weren't married." Some of the Ph.D.'s
apparently had hidden shallownesses.

   Not surprisingly (especially since none of the wives got to vote) Diane
and Jan won the contest.  Bobbi and I were second.  As the four of us
mounted the stage, it was unclear as to who started to chant "Kiss kiss" to
Diane and Jan but it started.  I was gobsmacked.  This was the most
conservative place in the world.  It was as if, during a soft aria in the
middle of a Met opera, someone had screamed out, "Free Bird." Jan first
tried to deflect them by giving Diane a peck on the cheek but the chanting
never ceased; in fact, it grew louder.  I had no idea what had happened to
the staid folk I knew at the office.  Jan looked out over the crowd, gave
them an `OK--you asked for it' look- and then kissed Diane in such a way
that everyone at the party could see tongues and bodies mashing together.
For a good minute they kissed furiously and then they both exploded in
laughter and pulled away from each other.  While they were kissing, though,
there was not a sound from the several hundred party-goers.  This was
probably more perversion than they had ever seen in their lives.  It was
interesting to note how many men had to sit down (I was among them, having
to leave the stage).  After that kiss, there was a hushed silence--this was
too much for the crowd.  Then there was massive applause.  Diane told me
later she was tempted to bow but realized, given her neckline, how foolish
that would be.  She was afraid someone would rush the stage.  This might
seem like an exaggeration but if you were there, it wasn't.

   Bobbi, who had closely watched Jan and Diane kiss, said to me, "Those
two are not kissing that way for the first time." I told her that I had
been invited to a special victory celebration at Jan's house and asked her
pointedly if she would like to go.  I knew she had always been curious
about having sex with a woman.  "With them?  Oh yeah." And she looked at
Diane in a very non-platonic way.  I thought that this had possibilities.

   Back to Diane's

   We all drove back to Diane's apartment.  We went inside and shucked our
coats.  Then Jan and I and even Bobbi helped Diane out of her dress.  She
stood there, nude, taking what had to be her first full breath in hours
(the dress was that tight).  Her skin was lined with her dresses' wrinkles.
Thankfully, Diane's color began to return.  As the blood came back, I
couldn't help noticing her nipples rising.  She said, "I didn't think that
long kiss would get me going like this.  It was such a huge turnon to give
all those staid folks hardons.  They'll be fantasizing about that kiss for
months."

   Jan and I then stripped and Jan gave Diane the kiss the crowd really
wanted to see.  And this time there was no giggling and turning away. 
Diane turned to Bobbi, then the only person wearing anything and said,
"Girl, Let's get you naked." And the three of us did just that.  I told the
girls, "Be gentle.  Bobbi is a virgin where women are concerned." Diane
replied, "Not for long" and reached out, running her finger up Bobbi's
slit. Bobbi was standing and her knees started to buckle.  Her eyes closed
and she found herself being pushed back onto Diane's bed.  Jan said, "We
need to be slow and easy here.  Flip over on your stomach Bobbi." Bobbi
quickly did so and Jan and Diane put copious amounts of massage oil over
Bobbi's back and legs.  Then the three of us started to massage her.

   I don't know if you have ever seen two gorgeous nude women massaging a
third.  Let me tell you, it was a sight I can still look back on with
perfect clarity--and a rising erection--thirty years later.  I was rubbing
Bobbi's back and watching Jan and Diane each take a leg and, putting their
respective hands together, rubbing them back and forth on Bobbi's feet,
legs and thighs.  At the beginning of the thigh rubbing, Bobbi started to
moan lightly.  Then the two of them did Bobbi's ass, carefully running
their fingers over Bobbi's asshole.  I knew that Bobbi didn't like anal sex
but apparently no one had ever rubbed lightly over her asshole because
suddenly her back arched and her moaning grew louder.  She seemed to be
shivering a bit.We then flipped her over, covered her again with oil and I
started rubbing her breasts and stomach while Jan and Diane continually
rubbed her thighs.  The moans grew even louder and we rubbed her for a good
twenty minutes.  Her head started to thrash back and forth.  And then, as I
carefully rubbed her breasts and lightly pulled her nipples, Bobbi's hips
raised as she began to thrust gently upward, her breath very labored. 
Diane lowered herself, applying her tongue to Bobbi's clitoris, and began
to ride her home.  Bobbi's movements grew more frantic.  Bobbi--who could
be very demonstrative in bed--started mini-screaming.  Jan had moved up
Bobbi's body with me, sucking on Bobbi's left breast as I sucked on the
right.  And then, if you didn't know what was happening, you would have
thought that Diane had bitten her.  Because I had heard the sound before, I
rolled with it and then, as climactic spasms wracked her body, Bobbi
settled back, her breath still ragged.  She opened her eyes for the first
time in thirty-five minutes and said, "Why in God's name have I never done
that before?" And I said," Foolish girl--you think we're done with you?"
And everyone laughed.

   While the three of them pleasured each other, Jan and Diane switching
places on Bobbi's top and bottom, I was sitting in the bed, watching
raptly, with a hardon pointed at the ceiling.  When Bobbi started to regain
control again, she rolled over, noticed me and said, "Hey, what about a
group hand job for the big guy?  A six-handed hand job?" I'd never had one
of those (nor heard of one either).  But I could see no way in which I
could lose from the experience.  I smiled, making myself available.

   All of them slathered lubricant on their hands and I was able to watch
for a while as they experimented with grips and pressure.  Diane started
with one hand and then two hands, finally running my erection up and down
between her two tightened palms.  Then my pleasure center cold-cocked me
and I had to shut my eyes and lay my head back.

   There were more hands and more sensations.  I felt myself being squeezed
hard from my cock's lower shaft to its head.  Then the rhythm started. 
When the hands reached my cockhead, another firm two-handed grip started at
the bottom my shaft and worked to my head.  And so on--a six-handed rhythm.
There was always a firm hand squeezing me from bottom to top, shortly
followed by another pair of hands bottom to top and then another.  The
friction started to speed up and here I forced myself to look.  Three
gifted women were squeezing the life from me and they were doing it faster
and faster.  If I hadn't seen it I'm not sure I would have believed how
quickly their hands moved.  And then my body felt as if it had been tased
and I came so explosively that I was afraid I would never have children.

   What followed was a mass of twisting arms and legs and asses and pubic
hair.  At one point I was getting sucked off by the three of them switching
off.  After my last shudder, they did it again.  After thirty-five years I
can still look back on that evening and remember certain moments of intense
sensation with each of them and all of them.  It's a memory I love having.
And there was more to come.