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Three Errant Theology Students Ch. 01

By: leBonhomme



Marie, Hannes, short for Johannes, and I, Matti, short for Matthäus, German for Matthew, first met at a Lutheran youth conference in Augsburg. When we met again in Berlin, all studying theology, we were delighted to be together again, just close friends, theology students without the sexual under- or overtones that other students probably had. This was long ago, decades ago, but students back then also did more than their parents probably thought. 

I did too, and probably Marie and Hannes also did, but as students to become Lutheran ministers we didn't talk about such things, not like some male students of other subjects, who bragged about sex life. "Gentlemen don't tell," and "those who talk the most aren't doing that much." 

Oh, Hannes and I hugged Marie when we met, and she hugged us, but that was all. I would have kissed her if she hadn't turned her head for a cheek-to-cheek, like she also did with Hannes. After four semesters together, we started discussing the idea of a trip to the Near East, Central Asia, talking about wanting to experience other religions; Islam and Judaism, of course, and religions of smaller groups. We read what we could about them and planned further with the encouragement of our professor for comparative religions. 

Our plans took more form, the long break after our sixth semester, but how would we travel? We had calculated to we could travel to Afghanistan and back. Back then, there were no political problems; we just had to have visas and the recommended inoculations. When we all suggested to our parents that we get a camping van, they all chipped in. 

I know that Hannes and I didn't tell our parents that Marie was going to be with us. She had to tell hers that she would be traveling both of us,of course, but as she explained, they just thought it was good that she would have two trustworthy friends to watch out for her. Hannes and I like that, feeling responsible for her. We didn't talk further about their agreement. 

I did wonder about it, but that was back when the "sixty-eight generation" had become an expression in Germany, referring to mixed student communes, "free love," even kids growing up in them without being sure who their parents were. Had Marie's parents assumed we theological students were "above" that, or had they tacitly accepted that we weren't, politely ignoring the implications of their daughter traveling for months with two young men? 

We order a camping model of the VW van. We had thought that little bit ahead: the model with a tilt-up top: space to sleep up there and space over the motor, when the seat bank was turned up, space for the three of us. I remember that I was so enthused that our plan was going to be realized, that I didn't think about any details about how it would be with the three of us. Marie and Hannes felt the same way, apparently, just three long-time friends traveling together for what would be an adventurous trip to foreign places. 

When we picked up the van, testing out the equipment, buying bottled gas for the stove, I am sure that the others must have also then wondered about the sleeping arrangement. I figured that Hannes and I could sleep head to foot below and let Marie sleep on the narrower mattress under the tilt-up top. Hannes looked at Marie and said: "You can sleep upstairs." 

I nodded, and she did. Of course, none of us thought or said anything about Hannes' and my sharing the not much broader mattress. Oh, I did say: "Head to foot," and they both nodded again. 

That was settled. The great adventure could start. We packed the van full, agreeing on things we had forgotten to plan and adding them. Marie was only slightly apologetic, when she stowed away tampons for five months. By then, we did all knew that we had or had had intimate friends in Berlin. My girlfriend thought I was traveling with just Hannes. When I had mentioned that, he had nodded with smirk and said that his girlfriend thought the same. We didn't, of course, ask Marie if she was still with the boyfriend we knew she had been with in the during the winter. 

We set off, the three of us on the bench seat in the front of the van, sharing the driving. The first night, we took turns getting undressed and ready for bed in the van. Marie climbed up and told us we could go to bed. Hannes and I lay down. Okay, enough space head-to-foot. In the morning, the same thing, taking turns, although Hannes and I didn't have a problem with seeing each other naked. 

The same way the next evening, then south of Munich. In the morning, Hannes and I still waited for Marie to change and then each changed in the van. The next morning, he and I grabbed our clothes and changed outside, while Marie changed. We had stopped for the night at a roadside rest area, he and I changing behind the van, where no one could see us. Marie slid back the door of the van, smiling with a nod. 

Had she forgotten to put on her bra, I wondered, then admonishing myself that I could have noticed if she had or hadn't. I tried to forget about that during the day's drive. That evening, we parked off the road at a secluded area on the Dalmatian coast and had supper. When it was time for bed, and Hannes and I were outside waiting for her to change, I did glance - I couldn't help but glance - through the window of the door and saw her taking off her shirt. No bra on her back in the dim light. I felt very wicked for having wanted to look. Had Hannes also looked? 

In the morning, I heard the waves gently splashing on the coast. It was a while before we got up. When Hannes and I got up and left the van for Marie to change, closing the sliding door, she clambered down - I was looking again - seeing her in her shorty nightgown. She saw me looking. I blushed. She opened the door with a grin and said: 

"Let's go swimming." 

"No trunks," Hannes immediately replied. 

I didn't have any either, shaking my head; we had just planned for a trip through Turkey and east. Marie scowled but then shrugged. Then she wrinkled her nose and said: 

"Then skinny dipping. Why not? Nothing wrong with that, and ... well, then we don't have to be so fussy about changing." 

While I was trying to come to grips with what she was suggesting, she stepped out of the van in her shorty top and said: 

"If we're going to be together for so long, somewhere we can't all just take turns, or you two, outside. Why not?"

Hannes and I were standing in our boxer shorts, what we wore at night, which she had seen. I glanced at him, and he at me. Marie said: 

"Oh, come on, won't be the first girl you've seen, or boy for me; no big deal." 

She was already reaching down to pull up her top. At least, she was wearing the matching, loosely fitting bottom. Had I imagined that she wasn't? 

"We'd better," Hannes murmured and began to slide down his shorts. If he could, I had to, and Marie had her top up over her head, her breasts moving as she took it off her arms. "Our" Marie half naked, who had written a paper about chastity in the Bible. There was a lot about non-chastity in the Bible, also about chastity, but I could only remember Joseph's escaping from Potiphar 's wife. Both Hannes and Marie almost had their shorts off. 

Shit! Almost grinning at each other as they slowly revealed their pubic hair. That wasn't just stripping to go skinny dipping. If they were going to; I quickly pulled my shorts down, sure that my cock wasn't entirely relaxed, but Hannes' also wasn't, and Marie's nipples weren't. That was sort of a relief, not that my cock thought so. I was relieved when Marie rushed in the water and Hannes I could follow her. Nice cool water; good for our cocks, an excuse for her tight nipples. 

We all splashed each other like kids,obviously trying to downplay our being naked. Marie didn't seem to mind that that we could see her breasts, mind that Hannes I were looking at them. Well, I assumed that he must be too, since they were too nice to avoid noticing. Did her mentioning not being so fussy about changing suggest that we were going to be seeing each other all naked after this? 

A few minutes later, we did, of course, she seeing us, but that was all right - the cold water on my cock - except that she said we would have to stop at the next stream to wash off the salt water. Hannes and I pulled on our shorts again, and she, the bottom to her shorty nightgown and a t-shirt. We drove on and stopped at the stream in the next valley down to the Adriatic. She whipped off her t-shirt, and then we were all naked again, just carrying our towels. 

While we washed, that was all right, just a little less so, when we all walked back up to the van. I thought Marie would wrap her towel around her waist. It wasn't big enough to also cover her breasts, but she didn't, so Hannes and I also didn't, all naked but without the excuse that we were washing. It was not just "less all right," when Marie got in the van, leaning down and rummaging around to find something else to put on. She had apparently been suggesting that we would be seeing each other all naked. Did she know that we couldn't just see her buttocks when she leaned down like that?

We all got dressed and made breakfast. While we were eating in the van, she said: 

"That was nice. Hope you two didn't mind."

Hannes shrugged and looked at me with wry expression. I replied: 

"I guess not, if you didn't. Kind of surprised us."

Hannes nodded, agreeing with me with wry smile. Marie remarked: 

My friend and I once went skinny dipping with another couple, back when we were still in school. It was sort of dare, but we all enjoyed it, and nothing happened, so I thought: why not? And like I said, it seemed a little foolish trying to be so private, when we're going to be living together for weeks." 

Hannes and I agreed. I thought he must also have a new impression of Marie, the theology student who had written about chastity in the Bible. When that occurred to me, I suddenly wondered if she had chosen the topic out of a deeper personal curiosity.  

We set off again. In the evening, she and we were a little discreet when undressing, not really looking and not facing each other. Yes, it was easier, no big thing, in the morning the same way, even when she washed at the basin in the in the van with the door open. I knew she was also washing between her legs, but didn't look. 

Our more liberal attitude also made roadside "pit stops" easier. They had been easy for Hannes and me, since we just had go around the van or in the bushes, stopping where Marie could use a toilet. Now she said that she could also go in the bushes, and did, sometimes smirking at us over a low bush as she squatted down. 

Before we got to Greece, we went skinny dipping again, now really no big thing, and we were more open about seeing each other naked, sometimes all talking to each other while she or one of us washed. Of course, when we parked at a camping site, we weren't like that, using the showers and toilets. 

Then one morning at breakfast in Greece, east of Athens, she suddenly asked: 

"Do I have to sleep up there all the time?"

After a surprised moment of silence, Hannes said what I had been thinking: 

"You want to sleep with one of us?!"

"I didn't say THAT," she replied with a grin, then explaining: 

"I just thought, since I'm smaller, that it would be more comfortable than you two being crowded together." 

Hannes and I looked at each other with funny expressions. She was right about our being a little crowded together, bumping each other sometimes when we turned over, but if that happened with her? Any time I had been in bed with a girl, my cock had known it. In fact, it felt like it even knew that we were just talking about it. 

"I don't know," I murmured. 

"I don't either," Hannes agreed.

"Just a suggestion," Marie murmured in an apologetic tone, and we talked about our sightseeing for the day.

We spent the day sightseeing, reading our guide books and making notes about the old Orthodox churches we visited, hoping they would be useful for our comparative religion course. After a dinner in a modest restaurant, sharing a flagon of wine, we drove on until we found a secluded spot to spend the night. I thought we all were a little more circumspect than usual as we got ready for bed, the last thing always being tilting up the seatback to make the bed Hannes and I used. Marie usually climbed up under the tilt-up roof when one of us did that, since space to stand was then smaller. She was already ready for bed in her shorty and loose bottom, standing outside the van. She looked at us with a shrug and asked: 

"You still don't know?" 

We both knew immediately what she was talking about. Hannes looked at me. He must have also been wondering all day about her suggestion. She was still looking at us, waiting for a reply. 

"If Hannes wants to, I'll sleep upstairs," I said and immediately began to climb up, not waiting to see his expression. 

"But then you have to tomorrow," I heard him reply, wondering how that sounded for Marie. 

"Okay," I agreed, suddenly recognizing that I could do something I hadn't done since we were on the road, a very good and necessary "something," especially since we had started being naked together, and most especially now, before I would be sharing the lower bed with Marie. I heard them getting on the lower bed. Hannes murmured: 

"Should have washed my feet."

"You should have," Marie agreed with a chuckle, adding: 

"Good reason to stay away from them." 

I envisioned then lying head-to-foot, wondering if Marie had actually seen his feet. We all said goodnight as usual, and I held my already stiffening cock. At least, I could do that without shaking the van or making any noise - if I could control myself. 

It was difficult, and envisioning Marie naked, fantasizing about what could happen in bed with her - what might happen with her and Hannes there? - convinced me that what I was doing wasn't going to be much help, when I was in bed with her. On the contrary, thinking about it was just going to make it worse. But it was too late to change my fantasies. And now, what was I going to do with it all, up and down my chest and stomach? The only thing I could, wipe it up and lick my fingers. So that's how it tasted? Did Marie know that? Don't think about her, and not like that! My girlfriend did, the one before last, also just licking her fingers. I could understand that she didn't like it. So much for that. I found a little in my belly button and then hoped that there wouldn't be any telltale dried spots on me in the morning. I fell asleep wondering if Hannes had more control of his cock than I did, thinking that he could take care of that the next night. 

In the morning, I was at first surprised to find myself under tilt-up roof, then, of course, remembering why and that Marie and Hannes were in bed together, thinking then that I should let them get up first, however they had been lying together. Marie had always let us get up first. Did she know about guys' morning woodies? They hadn't been a problem for Hannes and me, just silently chuckling about them as we got up and went outside before she could see them. Hannes' problem, if he had one. Mine too; I did. Would Marie see it? She could, if she looked, since I could only climb down facing them. 

I called down "Good morning" and waited for a few moments to let them move so that I wouldn't compromise them, if they didn't want me to see how they might be lying. I didn't hear any rustling, and called down again: "Don't look, Marie." Hannes chuckled, understanding my plight. I tucked my cock in my boxer shorts and climbed down. 

Of course, my body was visible before I could see them. She was looking, grinning and chuckling, when I was down where I could see them. Hannes chuckled again. She looked up at me and said: 

"I know. My friend explained that it wasn't because he was thinking about me."

"Hope you weren't disappointed," I managed to joke. 

She smirked and replied: 

"I shouldn't have been." 

"I'd better go too," Hannes remarked and flipped his side of the sheet over Marie and began to crawl back. 

We both escaped the van, chuckling as we waited for our woodies to let us piss. He glanced over at me with a shrug and said softly: 

"It was all right; she was right, more space." 

"I hope so," I replied: "That didn't sound nice, your telling me that I have to tonight." 

"She didn't think so either, whispering so that you couldn't hear." 

We started peeing, just facing away from the van, then surprised when Marie suddenly spoke close behind us: "I have to, too." 

Had she been watching us, seen our streams? Of course, she also had to go, whether she had or not she had seen them. She disappeared somewhere. We had shaken our cocks and stuffed them back in our shorts, when she returned, holding her shorty bottom in her hand, grinning and then saying: "Well, that too, if we all have to go. Got to wash." 

It was too obvious where, and she didn't make any pretense of hiding it. She stepped in the van and stripped off her shorty. Did she really give us glance, as she pumped water in the basin? A vehicle passed on the road, maybe ten meters from where we had parked, luckily so that the open door of the van was away from the road. At the sound of it, Marie froze, holding her hands over her breasts and pussy. Lovely! When the vehicle had driven on, she shrugged with an almost apologetic expression and said: 

"All right, if you both see me." 

"And you, us," Hannes replied, to my great surprise, and took off his shorts. 

What had gotten into him - something that happened in the night?! Yeah, well, sure, she could see us, had plenty of times already, but he didn't have to say that. He had said "us." I also took off my shorts, glad that I had masturbated the night before. What had he done, had they done? His cock also didn't look aroused. This all wasn't necessary, also Marie's letting us watch her wash pussy, and we both did. Thank goodness, she was tactful enough to not glance over at us. If she had, it could only have suggested that she wanted us to think about it - the only way guys could. But she was letting us watch her, and had told us before that it was all right for us to see her. 

"Our" Marie, class expert on chastity, with her name, that of the Virgin Mary, even though we knew that she wasn't a virgin. I suddenly remember that there could be spots from my orgasm on my chest and stomach. Yes, I thought I recognized a couple, and rubbed them. Were Hannes and I also supposed to wash for her to watch? Did she want to see us wash our cocks? They weren't aroused - very surprisingly - but, like most Germans, we weren't circumcised; our washing them could be a little suggestive, pulling our foreskins back. Did she want to see that? She didn't need to, must have already, if a friend had told her about morning woodies. 

Was I too embarrassed by all my speculation that my cock wasn't finding it arousing? Better so; it couldn't be because I had my first orgasm in ten days while fantasizing about Marie, who was now washing her breasts and armpits. Did she know how attractively that made her breasts move? How could Hannes have been in bed with her and kept his hands off her? Or hadn't he?! But then they must have; a couple couldn't entirely mask that they had been intimate. And if they had been, how she was washing herself didn't need to be for both of us to enjoy, but Hannes also was. If they had, he should be a little upset by her demonstrating "her charms" to me. Even the best of friends would feel possessive of a girl he had just slept with. 

That all went through my head in the short time she was washing herself. Then she smiled at us and said: "Bath's free," and found her towel.

Didn't Hannes have to wash his cock, like I had to wash mine and the spots? He nodded at me to follow her. Didn't he have to, or had he seen my spots? Marie stepped down from the van, unselfconsciously drying herself. She tactfully again didn't watch me and Hannes wash. 


Three Errant Theology Students Ch. 01



We had breakfast and drove to Salonika for a day of intensive sightseeing, finding the camp site, since we needed a second day there. We all got good shower and did two loads of laundry: four sheets, towels and the clothes we had been wearing. Marie had changed her panties more often than Hannes and I had changed our shorts. She said she was down to her last pair of panties. We teased her, suggesting that we hadn't noticed that she had put on any that morning. We had, of course, but she smirked and went in the corner and took them off under her skirt, dropping them in the top of the already running washing machine. 

We had to wait to take everything out and put it in the dryer, and then wait again. One of us suggested a bottle of wine, and I went and returned to the laundry room with liter and a half bottle of cheap Greek wine. Hannes had his Swiss army knife and uncorked it. We passed the bottle around, talking about the day and what we wanted to see the next day. We had learned to our surprise that Ata Turk was born in Salonika, that there had been a Turkish community there for a long time before the first world war. 

The bottle passed in both directions, both Hannes and I smiling at Marie when we drank from it after she just had. After we loaded our laundry in the drier, we all had to go to the toilet, one of us staying with our laundry and the half empty bottle. When Marie returned, she chuckled and said that she had forgotten that she didn't have anything on. We all chuckled, and the bottle was passed. 

As it got emptier, I did remember that I was going to have to sleep with Marie, but with the wine, I didn't worry about that, expecting that I would fall asleep without any further thoughts. We emptied the bottle and wait the last minutes for the drier to stop. When we took our things out, we chuckled as we counted Marie's panties. Then she said that we had to stretch the sheets, like I remembered my mother's asking me to help her, pulling the diagonal corners a couple of times, and then the other ones. Hannes was also familiar with the German practice. We folded them and the towels and then had to find the toilets again. 

When we met outside, Marie grinned and said: "This time I remembered." 

We returned to our van, almost forgetting that we shouldn't take off our clothes without closing the door, all of us chuckling, when Marie dropped her skirt in the van, hardly space for the three of us to stand. Her bare ass brushed my hand, when she stooped to pick it up. We took our pants off, also having to touch her to step out of them. She was finding her shorty and bottom in the fresh laundry, tossing two sheets up under the tilt-up top. There wouldn't be space for three of us, when the lower bed was made. Hannes snickered as he stepped to climb up, saying: 

"You have to sleep with her tonight." 

"I didn't like that, told you last night," she replied. 

"Like I told him this morning," I agreed. 

She gave me a smile and reached down to take off her polo shirt - completely naked at such close proximity?! I turned and raised the seatback, and then escaped to spread out the bottom sheet and lay down with my head at the back of the van. She shook out the top sheet for us, tossing it up to me and then clambered up in her shorty, spreading out the sheet before she slid her legs under it, next to my head, and lay down. 

I was feeling the wine, sleepy, and forgetting my misgivings about having to share the bed with her. Hannes called down his goodnight, and we replied. In the silence, I wondered if Hannes was doing what I had done, thinking that if he felt like I did now, maybe he wouldn't be. Marie brushed my leg with her elbow, and we both moved apart, lying on our backs. I quickly dozed off.

Sometime later, I was stirred, feel her moving, not awakened enough to remember that I wasn't lying with Hannes, who often turned on his side during the night. We both did, learning not to touch each other, but this time his hand and forearm were resting on my leg. That had only happened the first couple of nights, like mine had, but we had quickly drawn them back. This time his arm remained there, and his fingers slid down around my calf. 

It suddenly came to me: it wasn't his arm and hand, they were Marie's! Right, I was lying in bed with her. Maybe she was still asleep, why she didn't remove her arm. If she were, I didn't want to disturb her. I was about to fall asleep again, when her fingers explored a little on my calf - in her sleep? No! I heard a soft "hmm?" and her fingers slid up my calf under my knee. 

She was asleep and doing that?! Had she slept with her boyfriend like this - head-to-foot? I could only imagine one reason why they could fall asleep in that position. My girlfriends and I had never lain like this or done what I imagined. Oh, had this happened the night before, when she was lying with Hannes? He wouldn't have told me, but like I had thought in the morning, it seemed very unlikely that there wouldn't have been some indication, if they had done anything, or maybe remarked that they hadn't. 

Then her upper knee slid over my arm, resting on my chest. I suddenly realized where my hand was in relation to her body and that I couldn't move it without touching her. I shouldn't have thought about why she and her boyfriend might have been sleeping like this. Could she be dreaming that she was with him? But she had hummed, and then her hand had moved, and van didn't smell like any student's room. One recognized familiar or strange odors, and they reminded one where one was or wasn't. 

Oooh! Her fingers were creeping up from behind my knee, onto the inside of my thigh; she had to be awake and know what they were doing - know what she was doing. Her hand pressed on my thigh, urging it closer to her. I let it roll towards her, and felt her move a little, then almost in confirmation of my thoughts, her forehead touched my ankle and nodded. 

Shit! Wrong word, what was she suggesting? Her fingers squeezed my thigh and then crept an inch or two further, and her hips rolled down on my hand, soft something brushing it. The loose bottom of her shorty nightwear? She nodded again, and her fingers crept further, now half way up my thigh, and her hips twitched and rolled down more on my hand, her thigh sliding down a little on my chest. And that soft something didn't feel like cloth brushing my hand. Hadn't she put on the bottom? Her pubic hair on the back of my hand? If she hadn't put on the bottom, she had been planning this all along? Nicer thought: not planning, just hoping? Better thought: not hoping, just a very normal impulse from finding herself in bed with someone. 

My hand couldn't resist rocking up and rubbing with the back of my knuckles. She hummed with another nod, and her fingers gripped the inside of my thigh. They move again, this time a hand-breadth, and grasped my thigh again. If she did that again, they were going to be inside my shorts - and then where?! If they did, they would find something to really hold. And then, lying like this? 

Was that what she wanted?! Wanted me to, too? I had always thought that I would like to, but it had never happened. My knuckles rubbed again, and her hips rocked, pressing on them, as she moaned softly with another nod. Her hand moved again. I felt the leg of my shorts move and then that her hand slid over it. I moaned softly, as it found my cock, fumbling it out my shorts. She also moaned, grasping it, rolling her hips back and pulling to help move her body up the bed. I rolled towards her and moved down it. 

My first sixty-nine, I thought. At least we weren't going to rock the van - if we hadn't already. Was she really going to go all the way, tasting it, like I had the night before? What would her pussy taste like? She knew what she was doing, drawing her thigh up under my head. Like that? I drew mine up under hers. Her other thigh was drawn up on my side. 

About to lick my first pussy, I grasped her hips and did. Of course, I had licked my fingers a couple of times, but it tasted so much better, fresh at the source, and so much more delightful to explore with my sensitive tongue. But what her sensitive tongue was doing! Our "mistress of chastity", licking and sucking my cock! Thank goodness, that I had done it the night before, else I would have come like that very first time, and the second one. Was she going to let me, in her mouth? Was I making it as good for her, going to be able to? I did already know that girls liked their clitoris to be aroused. It was so much more arousing for me to do it with my tongue! Did she like it better that way? 

Oh! I was going to come! What was she going to do? She moaned softly, vibrating on my throbbing cock, and licked and sucked even more. She must know what was going to happen. It did, and she did, nodding and continuing to lick and suck, until my cock had stopped spurting in her mouth. Then her hips twitched against my mouth. I had had to forget what I was supposed to be doing. I remembered with renewed enthusiasm, no longer distracted by what she had been doing, but my cock was still in her mouth. 

She moaned in response to what I was doing, but then began to suck and lick again. Unfair! I thought, even if you really love to do it that much. I tried to ignore the sensations on my cock, trying to concentrate on what I was doing. She must have had an orgasm; she almost bit my cock, when her pussy wet my face, but then sucked and licked again, and I had a smaller, second one. 

We lay there, trying to muffle our sighs. Then she scrambled around and kissed me, relaxing at my side with her mouth near my ear, and whispered: 

"He's going to know, anyway."

I nodded, wondering very much how it would be in the morning, if she had an answer to that. Her whispered remark did not suggest that he would just know that we had done what she and he had. We fell asleep in each other's arms. When we woke up, she had turned over, and I had my arm around her, up under her shorty, not able to remember how or when we got that way. 

What woke us up was Hannes' murmured: "I thought so." 

A moment later, before we could move or look at him, the door of the van slid back. I squeezed Marie's breast in surprise, then just seeing him step out of the van. She put her hand on mine and said: 

"I thought he would, but not just like this. I'll tell him."

"Hmm? What?"

"That he was too much of a gentleman; that I wanted to with him."

"You did?"

"If he had done anything to let me."

"Did I?"

"No, but you let me."

"I sure did! And you didn't have your bottom on."

"Maybe I shouldn't have the night before," she replied with a giggle.

You have to sleep with him tonight." 

"That's what I'll tell him, instead of one of you saying that."

We almost chuckled, then agreed that we should get up before he returned. We scrambled off the bed. I saw that his pants had disappeared and put mine on, while Marie stepped into her skirt, and we went to the washhouse in the early morning. He was returning, looking at us with very wry expression. I felt my cheeks flush. Marie murmured: 

"You were right. Tell you back in the van."

He snorted with a wry smile and shrugged, then scowled at me. My cheeks were even more flushed, even though I knew that Marie was going to try to clarify things. We used the toilets, and I remembered to rinse my face in the washbasin. 

Back in the van, he had let down the seatback and folded away our sheets. I wondered if he was just being efficient or had wanted to remove the view of where Marie and I had slept. He looked at us with his wry expression. Marie said that we should make breakfast and then talk. He nodded. I wondered if it was a good idea to keep him in suspension. Her shorty bottom was not where I had last seen it. Had he moved it? For sure, he could surmise that she hadn't worn it in bed with me. She must have realized that too; she shrugged and grabbed a pair of panties and stepped into them, pulling them up under her skirt. As she began to pull off her top, I closed the door. When she had it off, facing him with bare breasts, she said: 

"Better tell you now. Hand me a shirt." 

He did, and watched her put it on. As she was buttoning it up, she said: 

"I would have with you; you were too much of gentleman. I have to sleep with you tonight."

"Hmm? I was?" he replied, then shrugged with funny expression and added: 

"Now you've said that too." 

"And mean it. Maybe you were right a couple of days ago, asking if I wanted to sleep with one of you. Guess I did, either of you, both of you, just didn't realize it then." 

We all chuckled, smiling at each other. Hannes shrugged and asked: 

"You do?" 

"Um-hmm, breakfast," she replied. 

He looked at me with another shrug and smile. We started making breakfast. Marie was heating water for tea and scrambling eggs on the two gas burners. Without looking at us, she said: 

"Really, when I suggested sleeping down here, I really wasn't thinking anything should happen. Kind of stupid I guess; how could I imagine lying in bed with one of you without anything happening. Hmm? Should have known myself better. You both were really good about it, didn't do anything. But, well, ... Oh, a little like going naked, after the first night, it just seemed like it was going to happen sooner or later, all three of us together. And I wanted to. Girls aren't really any different from guys, me, at least. How could I have imagined that I could jump in bed with two guys I have seen naked, who have seen me naked, and think nothing would happen. I wanted it to."

She turned back and gave us wry smirk, then looked at Hannes and repeated: 

"I have to sleep with you, want to, and not just to be fair."

"No one ever told me that!" he replied with grin, adding: 

"And even if it were only to be fair."

She nodded, returning his grin and said: 

"Just hope neither of you mind, when you're up there, if the van rocks a little." 

Hannes and I shook our heads, grinning at her and at each other. She nodded and added: 

"Probably not every night, and my period starts in a couple of days." 

"At least three, I hope, to be fair to Hannes," I replied with smirking grin. 

He shrugged with a nod and said questioningly: 

"It didn't rock last night?"

Marie grinned at me, I grinned back, nodding for her to reply. She wrinkled her nose, after a moment replying: 

"We did something else. You know how we were lying, at first."

He looked surprised, his jaw dropping. I thought that was an appropriate reaction and nodded.

"Oh!" he then said, then murmured: 

"I don't know if I want to do that."

"You will!" I replied with a grin. 

Marie grinned at me and said: 

"You did. Oh, your eggs!" 

Her large helpings of scrambled eggs were overcooked, but we enjoyed them, all snickering. The German word for eggs can also refer to men's balls, and some Germans believe that eating eggs increases men's sex drive. 

I didn't know what to say, and Hannes was also silent. After a couple of bites, Marie looked up at us and said: 

"Oh, I think this is good. Did either of you think we would be celibate for months together? I guess I never really thought about that while we were planning. Did you?" 

She looked at us, we both shook our heads. I wondered how we couldn't have, thinking that she was right, that eventually something would have happened. It had. She sniffed with a smile and added: 

"And I really didn't think about it, you'll have to believe me, even when Hannes asked if I was saying that I wanted to sleep with one of you. Oh, a couple of seconds later, after I had replied, I did realized that that was the only thing you both could have been thinking." 

"It sure was," I agreed, Hannes nodding.

"Anyway," Marie continued: "this way is better, I think. If eventually two of us had gotten closer, well, you know, it would have gotten sticky: two's company, three's a crowd." 

Hannes and I nodded again. I agreed entirely with her logic. Then he remarked about what had occurred to me in night, her paper on chastity: 

"You wrote all about chastity. Anything like this in the Bible?"

"Oooh?! Have to think. The paper was purely academic, just about what's in the Bible. I sure didn't want to relate anything to what I was doing, or anything else in the presence. Hmm? Well, Onan was supposed to sleep with his brother's wife, but after he had died. That doesn't count. I don't know. Hm-hmm! Seems like there was more about two women with one man: two wives, wife and servant girl. Oh, and of course, Lot and his daughters."

We all nodded with chuckles. I grinned and asked: 

"Then this is all right, will be all right?" 

"We're on vacation, not in a course about morals and mores," she replied with a smile, adding: 

"I think so, hope so. ... Oh, and I'm on the pill." 

Hannes glanced at me and then, when I nodded, agreed: "We do too." 

We all smiled and finished our breakfast. After more sightseeing in Salonika, we drove on, stopping for the night off the highway near the coast fairly near the Turkish border. At bedtime, after reading about Edirne, when I started to climb up to sleep upstairs ... Oh, we were all naked, had just taken off our clothes. When my head was out of their sight, I said: 

"Goodnight, and don't do anything I wouldn't." 

They both chuckled cheerfully and wished me goodnight. Marie was right, this was going to be all right, also if Hannes and I had to do something to relieve our frustration, if the other one was rocking the van. I did anyway, although they weren't rocking it; it was too arousing to recall what she and I had done and imagine that they were doing it. If she could let me come in her mouth, I now had no compunctions about licking it all up. Yeah, it just tasted that way. And if they saw spots on me, they would know why. Did Marie play with herself? Had she, since we were together? Seemed like her telling that she hadn't thought about anything happening couldn't be quite true, if she did. I certainly wasn't going to ask her. 

In the morning, I figured there was no reason not wake them, and began to climbed. Okay, my woody, but Marie knew all about that, and I wanted her to see it. I stood on the cushioned lid of the box behind the driver's seat, my head still too high to see them. 

Really funny! I was wanting her to see my erection and suddenly remembered the first time I noticed that my cock was stiff as toddler, showing it proudly to my mother - and she had grinned. 

"I thought so," I said, repeating Hannes' words the previous morning, just assuming that they were not lying head-foot, and waited for a response. I had to wait for a moment, then heard Marie chuckle and reply: 

"Don't show off; you're not thinking about me; I know you just have to go."

I heard Hannes chuckle, and then Marie did again and added: 

"He does too."

"But I was thinking of you," he replied in complaining tone. 

"Just squeezing my boob; I don't believe you." 

I stepped down and saw them grinning at me, their heads together at the far end of the bed, and saw her hand moving his cock under the sheet. We all chuckled with smirks. He pushed her hand off his cock and said: "She's right, unfortunately." 

He sat up, pulling the sheet off Marie. She smiled at me, naked down below her knees. Could I ever have imagined that I would enjoy seeing a girl I had slept withlying naked in bed with a friend?! I opened the door, and Hannes - with his also bobbing cock - stepped out of the van, just moving away enough so that we wouldn't step in our common puddle. While we waited for our cocks to relax, he smirked and said: "You were right; I wanted to." 

That was the only time either of us mentioned what we did when we were alone with Marie, and she also never said anything. 




Three Errant Theology Students Ch. 01



Before our streams died down - we had been playing like kids, move our cocks to make them cross - Marie surprised us: 

"Have to go too," she said and squatted down a couple a steps away, letting us see hers, just smirking at us. 

We couldn't be any more familiar than this, I thought, smirking back at her, as I shook my cock. Hannes shook his, remarking: 

"We can do it better, well, play a little."

"Why I like them," she replied with a smile, licking her lips, and bounced her hips on her heels to shake drops from her pussy. 

Nothing like this was in the Bible, I thought, wondering if - which - other books described our new, so uninhibited relationship. 

We returned to the van and watched each other wash pussy and cocks. Another breakfast with lots of scrambled eggs, this time not over-cooked, enjoying them, all still naked. Almost reluctantly, we put on clothes to drive to the border, and then north to Edirne.

In Edirne, we had to see the great mosque designed by Mimar Sinan in the 16th century, said to be his masterpiece, also our introduction to Islam and Islamic architecture, more precisely, Ottoman architecture. We were impressed, and the edifice gave meaning to what we had read about Islamic prayer ritual. We waited on the back wall to observe the mostly men at their noon prayers - took lots of notes. 

We drove on to Istanbul, staying the camp site, large enough for us to park away from others. That was Hannes' idea. Was he anticipating that Marie and I would be rocking the van? 

We did, not as much as I had anticipated, thinking I would be on top, but she wanted to be, after she had made sure that my cock in her mouth was ready to. I was afraid I would come, feeling her tongue licking where it was so sensitive. When she stopped on time, I had to wonder about her experience, but I sure wasn't complaining. Then she was sitting on me, rocking her pussy with my cock in it. If that was rocking the van, I hoped that Hannes was appreciating it, fantasizing about what we were doing. When she dropped down over me, wanting me to suck her breasts, we couldn't have been rocking the van, but then maybe we were, when she couldn't keep her hips still and began to pump them up and down on my cock. None of my girlfriends had fucked me like that. They had only been three or four - I couldn't recall at that moment. 

Marie must have known it would be better that way - for her. It was always good for me, of course, and that it was for her, better than I thought it had been with those three or four, feeling a little chagrined that I hadn't recognized that they hadn't had such as good orgasms - if they had really had them? Our "Mistress of Chastity" sure knew a lot that had nothing to do with being chaste. 

The next morning, Hannes climbed down without a comment. He had to put on something to go to the toilets and left, and then we did. After breakfast, Marie gave him an apologetic glance and said that she thought he would have to wait. When she found a tampon and went off, he shrugged with a nod and murmured: 

"Just as well; I never thought it would be like this. 

"I didn't either," I agreed, and we cleaned up. 

She returned with an apologetic smile and said: 

"But I'll still sleep with you."

He nodded with a shrug and smile, and I smiled. 

We spent our first day in Istanbul, first viewing the Hagia Sophia, guide books and note pads in hand, very impressed and recognizing the inspiration for Sinan's mosque, then also visiting his other major work. Then in the Top Kapi we were impressed by much else, a day's excursion with all our note-taking and our first taste of Turkish cuisine. 

Skipping over our further sightseeing, more mosques and pre-Ottoman, Byzantine Christian churches with fantastic mosaics, that night and the next one, Marie slept with Hannes. That was fine with me, thinking that it would be very frustrating to be in bed with her, while she was having her period. 

He looked happier the second morning. She smiled at me and said that I had better sleep with her that evening. Hannes gave me a grin. I learned why when we went to bed. 

She wanted to suck my cock, whispering that she enjoyed starting when it was all small. It wasn't for long. She was crouched down between my thighs and licking where it was most sensitive, licking and sucking. Now confident that she really wanted me to come in her mouth, I tried to relax and enjoy it as long as possible, enjoying that she was fondling my balls, "eggs" in German. 

Oooh! She knew about them too! When she couldn't move them, she raised her head and let my cock stop throbbing. She chuckled softly - wicked, cocksucking "Mistress of Chastity"! She waited until her fingers, that had been scratching behind my balls, could move then again - a little. Then her tongue licked up the back of my cock, and it was in her mouth again. 

I wished she had done that again, giving my cock another little reprieve, but she didn't. She licked and sucked, moaning so softly that I could only feel the vibrations on my cock. My hips twitched, and I thought: she must really like to do it. Good thing, that she must; my hips began to rock up. She moaned so that I could hear her - better, more arousing vibrations! Had I overheard her moans the night before? I bit my lip and came, almost silently, but she moaned each time my cock spurted in her mouth. Hannes must hear her! 

He had. When she crept up next to me, with her breast on my chest and her leg over mine, he murmured down from above us: 

"Now you know why you had to sleep with her, in case you already hadn't imagined why."

"Sorry, if we disturbed you," Marie replied. 

"Not more than I expected," he answered, then chuckled and added: 

"Next time we won't try to be so quiet."

"And I'll be listening, hoping it was as good," I replied. 

"It will be," Marie confirmed cheerfully. 

We all chuckled and said goodnight again and were silent. I wondered if Marie had also assumed that Hannes had been doing what I had done up there the previous night, even without the "inspiration" of hearing the two of them. I was beginning to enjoy licking my fingers to clean up, understanding how she could like it. Did Hannes taste just the same? Marie knew. I didn't want to taste it!

Before dawn, I woke up with my arm around her. She had awakened me, moving my hand to hold her breast. I did, then realizing that my cock was stiff and had found its way in the warm space at the top of her thighs. That hadn't happened before with my girlfriends, but I had only spent a whole night in bed with one of them. Had my cock there woken her up? My hips couldn't resist moving it a little. She squeezed my hand on her breast and nodded. Then she murmured: 

"It wants me to do it again, but that's a little frustrating, arousing me too."

"Um-hmm, then don't. You must really like it."

"Um-hmm, and that you do, both of you now."

"Mmmm! Um-hmm," I agreed, squeezing her breast again. 

"Just do it, or don't. Just stop talking," Hannes called down. 

"Sorry, we won't," Marie replied. 

But she did, turning out from under my arm and then holding my cock. She whispered that that wasn't so arousing for her. It was for me. Afterwards, I almost started to help her clean up the splots on my stomach, then wondering what Hannes did with his. 

We dozed off for another hour or so, awakened when he climbed down and found something to put on to go to the washhouse. When he had left, we got up and followed him with our toilet bags and towels. I found him in the shower room. We both just shrugged with smirks. 

He finished his shower and left. When Marie and I met again after ours, we also just smirked mildly at each other. During the walk back to the van, it occurred to me that it would be normal to hold hands after having spent the night together in bed, but we didn't, and that seemed right; there was nothing really special between us, nothing more than between her and Hannes. 

He had started making breakfast, after folding down the seatback and folding away our sheets. As we started to help, Marie chuckled and said: 

"Guess you both are wondering now that I like to do that. Obviously I do, enough to do it, even if it's a little frustrating, when you can't. It's just so nice knowing that it's being so good for you, either of you, and, of course, for my boyfriend, only the last one." 

"Didn't have to tell us that," I replied: "but it sure is."

"It is!" Hannes agreed, giving her a grin, then adding: 

"Even if I had to listen."

"Even just wondering two nights ago," I added. 

"Sorry about that," Marie enjoined. 

I looked at Hannes with questioning expression, making a loose fist with my hand. He nodded with a smirk behind Marie's back. Then he looked very surprised, when I said: 

"We've tried to make it not too frustrating, sleeping up there." 

"Hmm?! Like that, like I think?" Marie asked, turning and looking at us with smirk. 

"Probably," Hannes replied, shrugging, then looking at me and adding: 

"Didn't think you were going to say that." 

"Just surprised me that you did," Marie replied, smiling at me. Then she began to chuckle, starting to laugh. Hannes and I had to laugh with her, this conversation was just to unbelievable, but maybe we hadn't known why she started to laugh. She caught her breath and grinned and said: 

"What do you think I was doing up there? Back when I suggested sleeping with you, I didn't really tell the truth. After we had been all naked, well, I wasn't just thinking about my taking less space. Hm-hmm! Well, it was a little more honest, what I later said, about it was probably going to happen sooner or later, but I was already thinking about that. Hmmm! And you know that I like it. Yes, I wanted it 'sooner', and then up there, thinking about that ... and then rationalizing that you both must have a problem - not being alone, like I was."

Hannes and I chuckled with energetic nods. I grinned and said: 

"I really believed your story about taking less space on the bed, just thought it would be very difficult, why I immediately said I would sleep upstairs, and then very quickly realized that it would have a certain advantage. It sure did!"

"While I was trying to be a gentleman," Hannes complained. 

"Oh you were, and I liked that - in principle," Marie replied, then grinned and added: 

"But I wanted to be unprincipled." 

Hannes chuckled and replied: 

"Sounds more like you just had - have - some different 'principle'." 

"Oh, I like that!" she replied: " just don't try to define it; then I might not like it." 

We all laughed again. Luckily, the scrambled eggs weren't yet on the burner. I replied: 

"Pity, it was going to fun trying to find the right words."

"Don't; I can think of them myself," she said with a grin. 

"Just a very understanding attitude," Hannes suggested.

"That's all right," she agreed with a smile and turned to put the skillet on the burner, then adding: 

"Just don't say anything more to make me forget them this time, 'your eggs'." 

"I thought you wanted to - just for a while," I replied with a snicker.

"Stop it! I do!" she said, also snickering, Hannes also snickering. 

We did forget them, most of the time during the day, in the Grand Bazaar and the Spice Bazaar and nearby mosque, also across the Golden Horn and taking the funicular up through the tunnel to the more modern part of Istanbul. We did, however, smirk at each other a few times, especially when we saw a stand selling eggs. It was Marie who then asked how Turks prepared them, eliciting Hannes' reply: "Not better than you do." People wondered why we all laughed. 

That evening back at the camp site, she suggested that she sleep upstairs for a change. We agreed, of course, all then snickering when she climbed up and said: "Just don't do anything I wouldn't." 

Hannes and I didn't. 

The next morning we took the auto ferry across the Bosporus and started a long drive back to the west, heading for Troy, a "must" in our guide books. We didn't find the overgrown excavation site very interesting, but we had been there. The Greek ruins at Pergamon were more interesting, our having seen and learned more about them in the Pergamon Museum in Berlin, in which a large room was filled with the reconstruction of the so-called Pergamon Altar. We drove on to Ephesus, an absolute "must" for us theology students, since St. Paul had been there. 

Our theology studies and Bible knowledge weren't impinging on what we did. By then, of course, Marie's period was over, she sleeping with us alternate nights. After talking that night at the camp site near Istanbul, we enjoyed unrestrained sex, making no effort to muffle our sounds and talk. We all knew what Hannes or I was doing upstairs, sometimes not doing anything, me at least, satisfied to have a night off, just anticipating how it would be the following night, enjoying listening to what they were doing, a promise of what Marie and I would do the following night. 

South of Ephesus, we then did take off a night in bed with her - or she with us. Even on a long honeymoon, couples don't have sex every night. Our trip together was not a honeymoon, of course, but she had a "very understanding attitude," as Hannes had said, and we respected easily her choice to just sleep a night with the one or other of us. Our "nights off" in bed with her averaged out, eventually developing into a routine. When one of us didn't one night, he slept with her the following night and did. She always then did want to.



Three Errant Theology Students Ch. 02



South of Ephesus, we then did take off a night in bed with her - or she with us. Even on a long honeymoon, couples don't have sex every night. Our trip together was not a honeymoon, of course, but she had a "very understanding attitude," as Hannes had said, and we respected easily her choice to just sleep a night with the one or other of us. Our "nights off" in bed with her averaged out, eventually developing into a routine. When one of us didn't one night, he slept with her the following night and did. She always then did want to.

That pattern didn't really develop until later, and there were exceptions. It took me a couple of months to recognize that after her period, she wanted it three or four nights in a row. Needless to say, Hannes and I were more than pleased to oblige her, usually having our cocks sucked to orgasm before she wanted to ride on them, later in the night enjoying an easy sixty-nine, sometimes a fuck in the morning, especially when my cock - don't know about Hannes' - was between her thighs, her fingers then helping it find her pussy. Then we would fuck in that position, fingers of both our hands rubbing her clitoris. After a night like that, it was easy to keep my hands off my cock the following night, even when I was listening to them doing about the same in the bed below me. 

That was the routine, but there were exceptions. 

On the south coast of Turkey, long before there were tourist hotels everywhere, we found a secluded little beach and went skinny dipping again. Then we were lying soaking up the warm sun. I am sure Hannes cock and balls were like mine: my sack very loose, my cock as long and full as it could be without becoming aroused. 

That was very pleasant, so nicely aware of it without its being aroused, despite lying naked with Marie naked between us. Suddenly she sat up. It was always nice to see how her breasts moved. She looked down to her left and right at us and said cheerfully: 

"Interesting to see you both like that, first time, I think. Hm-hmm! You're not both thinking about me, I hope." 

"Not me, just the nice warm sun," Hannes replied.

"Same here, but since you asked ..." I added jocularly. 

"Oh, then I could too," he enjoined with a chuckle. 

"Especially if you keep staring, as though you hadn't seen them before," I added.

"Not really; too modest to really look, and when it wasn't dark, they weren't like now, and when it was dark, I couldn't see them."

"We couldn't ever see you," I remarked. 

"No," Hannes agreed. 

"You are thinking about me," she said. 

"You started this; maybe it's you - thinking about us," I replied, still in a joking tone. 

She shrugged and agreed: 

"Well, now I am, I guess. Hmmm? Oh, I know, I want to suck your balls, try to. Never did that, but sometimes thought about doing it. Stand up and let me, both of you."

Hannes and I did. By now, our cocks weren't so relaxed. So that's how his looked, I thought, seeing it that way for the first time, seeing that his foreskin had slipped back, just hiding the groove below the head of his cock. He was looking at mine, probably seeing it the same way. I thought it inappropriate to look down and check, but Marie was looking back and forth at them, apparently intending to remain seated and to have us stand over her. 

She raised her hands towards each of us, beckoning with her fingers, moving them like she did when she was jostling my balls. Hannes and I looked at each other with raised eyebrows. I gestured for him to go first. He nodded with smirk and stepped over Marie's thighs. She nodded with a chuckle, also smirking. He had to bend his knees to lower his balls to her upturned mouth. Her fingers stuffed the lower one in his loose sack between her lips. He hummed, giving me a grin. I saw her mouth close around it. When he responded: "Oooh! Uhnn!" it suddenly occurred to me that she could bite it off. Of course, she wouldn't, but it gave new meaning to the expression "having someone by his balls." 

I could imagine how she could be sucking and licking his ball - licking a few hairs too. This was going to be good, and obviously was being for him, his cock inching up. She saw it and batted it gently, making it swing from side to side. My cock then was also rising. What was she going to do, when we both had full erections? And what about our seeing her pussy? I wanted to see what my tongue had been licking - now so many times. Hannes must also want to.

She let his ball pop out of her mouth and looked up at him, batting his cock again. It was now too stiff to swing as much as it had before, springing back against her fingers. She grinned and said: 

"You must have liked that as much as I did." 

"I hope you did," he murmured, looking like he was a little embarrassed by my staring at his almost fully erect cock. 

She nodded, then looked at me, beckoning again. He stepped aside. As I stepped closer and over her thighs, she grinned and batted my cock, already near half mast. I bent my knees and watched her stuff my left ball in her mouth. Oooh! It did feel good, like I had imagined, but even better! My cock started to rise about the horizontal. If Hannes wanted to see it, I had seen his. 

She closed her mouth around my ball and sucked and licked for a few seconds more, then released it, looking up past my cock at me with grin. She glanced over at Hannes' cock, which had sunk down a notch or two, and said: 

"Guess I should have expected that; certainly hadn't seen them like that."

"We haven't either, each other's," Hannes murmured, looking at mine, then glancing up at me with wry smile. 

"What am I supposed to do with them now; kind of my fault that they're like that?"

"Very much your fault," I replied, still stand over her. 

Hannes nodded, then chuckled and said: 

"I can think of something. Hmmm! Don't even mind watching, but only if you promise to be fair."

"I really should have expected that," Marie replied with a wry smirk and nodded. 

She batted my cock again and then grasped it, pulling on it to help herself onto her knees. She glanced over at Hannes with a grin and then stared at my cock. She let go of it and jostled my balls, then snickered and licked, chuckling when it bobbed away. Good thing that he had said he could watch, I thought, she was obviously intending to make this more interesting for him - and me. 

She played at doing that a couple of times, until my cock was again so erect that it could only twitch. I nodded with a chuckle and gave Hannes a grin. He also grinned, nodding back and said: 

"I always wanted to know how someone does that." 

We all snickered at his facetious remark, Marie just jostling my balls for a moment. She licked again and then lowered her mouth around the head of my cock. I moaned, and he also did, his cock rising a little in empathy with mine. I suddenly hoped that just watching - having to watch - wasn't going to be so arousing for him that he had to grasp his cock. 

He didn't, and maybe Marie had thought about that too; she didn't do anything to prolong my pleasure, continuing to suck and lick, then bobbing her head, when her fingers could only hold my tight sack. I was moaning, my eyes half closed. When I recalled that he was watching, I opened them and saw that his balls had also drawn up - but he wasn't holding his cock. My hips twitched, and I forgot about him, my eyes again almost closed, as I felt her hand grasp my cock, moving on it with her bobbing head. She didn't just like to do it, she did it so good! 

That good! I came with a grunt, and she moaned, several times. Hannes knew why; he also moaned. If it was that arousing for him to just watch, I didn't want to glance to see if he was holding his cock. Marie raised her head, licking her lips as she smiled slightly, and murmured: 

"Good thing that I really like to do that, but you two are really going to have to do more than just see me." 

I nodded, then venturing to glance at Hannes, seeing him also nod. He wasn't holding his cock, at least, not now. I stepped back, my cock bobbing. She beckoned for him to take my place. When he stepped closer, I saw a drop of clear liquid oozing out of his little slit, not the first one. She licked up more from the back of the head of his cock. Of course, it twitched away, like he had seen mine do. She licked again and murmured: "Tastes good," and then the head of his cock disappeared between her lips. 

I wondered if it had been better to go first, having had my orgasm, so it wouldn't be arousing to watch them. Or was it better for him, vicariously aroused by watching us, and now enjoying anticipating his own - sort of one and half orgasms? 

He was enjoying it, of course. If Marie had understood that he shouldn't have just to watch for too long - she must have, tasting that - now she compensated by letting his cock pop out, while her fingers scratched and pinched his sack, pulling at it. She had promised with a nod to be fair. 

A really inappropriate thought suddenly popped in my head - before his cock popped back in her mouth. Of course a theology student studying for the ministry should be fair, treat all persons alike, caritas and all that, the religious expression, Greek "agape." His cock was back in her mouth when I remembered that "agape" was also the word for an early Christian meal, often described as a love feast. Wasn't her sucking both our cocks sort of a love feast, especially if we could return the favor, everything else we did?! How was I ever again going to be able to hear or use the word without thinking about this?! 

I tried to forget about that, recalling how what she was doing had felt for my cock, enjoying hearing his aroused moans, then how his hips twitched. Of course, it was going to be just as good for him, her "being fair." Don't think about that again! 

He came. Did it taste just like mine had? She could certainly know now from having just had us both spurt in her mouth. His cock slipped out, and she glanced over at mine with a "hmmpf" and said: "I'm not going to do it again." 

I looked down and saw that my cock was again fully aroused, as she added: 

"But you two are. I don't know yet what, and not here, but anything I want."

I nodded, and Hannes and I replied in unison: 

"We will," then glancing at each other and nodding with smiles. 

"You'd better," Marie murmured and reached up for Hannes to help her up off her knees. 

I thought that I would have embraced her after that - or she me - but they didn't. "Love feast," forget it! That was about a group sharing a meal together in their Christian love of God. Forget it, "agape"! Oh, spelled like the English word "agape," like a wide open pussy! How did hers look?! 

We picked up our towels and returned to the van in silence, until Marie murmured: 

"Good thing this place is so secluded; having just one of you watching was kind of funny."

"That's not the word for how it was for us," I replied, Hannes agreeing: 

"It sure wasn't. Hmm? Now I know why people are voyeurs." 

"You wanted to watch," Marie said with a smirk. 

"I said that I wouldn't mind watching."

I grinned and replied: 

"But now that you don't mind and know why ...?"

"Stop it you two!" Marie interjected, then smiling and adding: 

"My fault, and I wanted to. Well, not until I had sucked your balls. Hmm? Must have reminded my tongue, mouth of something."

"It sure did us, ours, 'something'," Hannes replied with a grin. 

We all nodded with chuckles and smiles, and took turns washing where most necessary, agreeing to drive on to find a place to refill our water containers and wash after our skinny dipping. We almost forgot to put on clothes before we set off. We found a stream down under the road and stopped. After filling our two water containers, down under the bridge, we washed, much more lasciviously that we had before, when we had turned away to wash cocks, her pussy and breasts. 

Of course, she was expecting us to do what she wanted with her pussy, wanted us to know that it was clean, wanted us to think about it. What else could we think about, both of us watching her and letting her watch us flop our cocks and balls around? We could, our cocks plenty long and loose enough to entertain her, appreciated by her grins. 

We drove on. Long before sundown, she snickered and said: 

"Let's find another secluded spot, since you want to see me."

Hannes, at the wheel, and I also snickered and said that we did. She purred and said that she was still thinking about what else we could do. No, she had said: ". . . what else we had to do." 

Hannes turn off the road onto a small track that looked like it would lead somewhere nearer the coast again. It ended at a bluff a couple of meters over a bit of sandy beach to our delight. We usually didn't get naked before we went to bed, but Marie immediately stripped off her polo shirt, revealing her nice breasts and how they moved when she did that. In less than a minute, we were all naked again, grinning at each other. She smirked and said: 

"You both wanted to look," glancing down at her pussy and opening her thighs. 

She certainly hadn't forgotten, and I remembered that she had said that it was frustratingly arousing just to suck my cock; it must be even more frustrating for her to have sucked two cocks. Hannes and I nodded. She grinned. What could both of us do, besides just look? Did she want to show us her pussy "agape." That word again! 

She did! She looked around inside the van and then pushed herself up on the lid that covered the basin and burners. I murmured: 

"Looks more like you want us to look." 

And not just," she replied with a deep chuckle and leaned back, supporting herself with her elbows on the top of the back of the bench front seat. 

When she drew her thighs up and let them flop open, for a moment that seemed indecent, too provocative, but only for a moment, remembering that she had wanted to suck our balls and then our cocks. Besides, I was staring at her pussy, her pussy lips slightly open, enough to reveal her little inner lips, that my tongue knew so well - pretty pink. If she wanted us to really see it - we had said that we hadn't yet - one of us was going to have do something more, and she had said that she didn't want us just to look. 

I glanced at Hannes. He tore his eyes away from also staring, then murmuring: 

"I went first before." 

"And then I was first," I replied. 

Marie twitched her thighs and said: 

"Make up your minds. I already have another idea, and then the other one can 'look'."

I gestured for Hannes to go first. He shrugged, but grinned and put his hands on the edge of the lid, as he dropped to his knees. I suddenly recalled how the Catholic priest had knelt down at the alter that way, when a few of us had attended a mass. Wicked to think of that now! What about ancient religions that worshiped mother goddesses?! Had their priests knelt down to do what he was about to do with statue of the goddess - or with priestess assuming the goddess's role? "Our" Marie, a mother goddess surrogate?! Stop it! Forget it! We didn't worship her or her pussy, just loved it.

When his face was between her thighs, and she had moaned encouragingly, then gave me a grin, I forgot about that and remembered what he had said, when she had started to suck my cock. I chuckled and said: 

"Oh, that's how you do it?" 

"As good as you do," she replied, looking down at his face in her crotch. He chuckled with a nod, licking for a moment, then drew his head back and said: "Want to look?" Oooh! Her pretty pink pussy was "agape!" 

"Lick! He can look later," Marie insisted. 

Hannes did, while I wondered about her wanting us both to arouse her - selfish? Or was she just being fair, letting us both enjoy her pussy, letting us have our "agape" - love feast - at her open - English "agape" - pussy. For sure, St Paul hadn't meant anything like this! What did Marie have for another idea? 

Hannes licked, and she moaned. When I felt my cock rise, I glance down and saw that his also had - of course. If she had another idea, it couldn't be for me just also to lick her pussy. He licked and she moaned. He did it as good as I did? She had said so. I had been right about hoping he wasn't holding his cock, when she had been sucking mine; my cock wanted me to hold it. She could see it, if she wanted to look, but her eyes were closed, and she was moaning, pulsing moans: "Uhn-hn-hnn! Uhn-hn-hnn! ..." It sounded like he was doing it as good as I could, not that I doubted that, after listening to them so many nights. 

Did Marie's new idea have a solution for our aroused cocks? If not, were we going to have keep taking turns: her sucking our cocks and then we licking her pussy? Whatever, was she going to want me immediately not to just look at her pussy? Anything she wanted. 

It took me great self-control not to grasp my cock, as I watched her hips twitch and heard her almost desperate moans, then saw her grasp Hannes' head, holding his mouth to her twitching pelvis. I knew where and what his tongue was doing, willing him to give her her orgasm, even if she then didn't want me to do anything, thinking that would be all right; one for each of us, and one for her was a fair, Christian exchange: "do unto others ...," just that I then wouldn't be able to do unto her as she had done unto me. 

Hannes did. Watching a girl having an orgasm isn't really pretty. Even though I was sure that it was being good for Marie, her facial expressions and noises suggested that she was in pain, but obviously she wasn't, still holding his mouth to her pussy, wanting more such "pain." 

She couldn't really still want me to do anything, I thought, as she finally shoved Hannes' head back with final groan. He gasped and moaned, and she did. At least, I didn't have to worry about wanting to hold my cock; but what had she also in mind? I couldn't blame her for forgetting. It didn't have to happen immediately, like it had sounded when she had said that. I trusted on her not forgetting, her being fair, difficult with my aroused cock still bobbing. 

Marie had dropped back at some time, her shoulders resting where her elbows had been, why she could hold Hannes' head. Good boy, he stood up and reached down and supported her head, and then drew her up, her ass slipping off the lid, she dropping to the floor and embracing him. Good, right, that they then kissed, I thought, then that being just a voyeur was also nice, all right; we were going to be together long enough to make up for any times when we didn't immediately alternate. Consoling myself, I watched them kiss. Then Marie glanced over and saw my sinking cock. She smiled a little wanly, and said: 

"Could have expected that, I guess." 

She didn't have to look to know that Hannes' cock had been just as aroused. They separated, and he wiped his wet face, looking a little uncomfortable about my having watched him, now seen them kissing. She didn't look uncomfortable about it all. I was about to ask about her other idea, when she chuckled and said: 

"I've got a better idea now, seeing you both like that again." 

"Hmm?" Hannes and I both responded, looking at her and then at each other. 

Marie chuckled again, smirking and adding: 

"For both of you," glancing down at our cocks, then looking at me and adding: 

"And you can look, but not for long. Hannes, tilt up the seat back." 

He turned and did so, giving me quizzical glance. I wondered what she had in mind, well, obviously that I could see her pussy and then lick it, but her "for both of you?" She looked at me and said: 

"You'd better go first, feet first." 

Okay, that way, I thought, and moved to get on the bed, understanding that it would be easier for me to lie down that way first, also understanding that she could then suck my cock - but Hannes? She got up next to me, then said: 




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"You too, Hannes," and moved closer to me to make space for him to join us. He hesitated a moment, then crawled up behind her. I drew my thigh up under her head, and she drew her thigh up over me, exposing her pussy. I didn't really need to see it any better than I had already, already wanting to lick it, especially when she grasped my now less aroused cock. She licked it and said: 

"And yours too, Hannes. Oh, Matti, hope you don't mind."

I suddenly understood that his cock was going to be in her pussy, so close to where my tongue was going to be licking. Anything she wanted. I shook my head and raised it, and her other thigh drew up under my head. She guided my cock to her mouth, then her hand slid down over me, patting me and moving on. I grasped her hip and slid my head up her thigh, thinking that she had patted me for my understanding and accepting that she wanted Hannes' cock in her pussy.

Enough looking, I licked. She nodded and sucked, rocking her hips forward. Sure, he could put her cock in her pussy - just not right now, while my tongue was enjoying that it could lap the length of it, enjoy probing where his cock would be. I felt rhythmic movements. Of course, she was holding his cock, arousing it again, so that would be stiff enough. When she wanted to guide it into her pussy, I hoped that it wouldn't slide past her opening and touch my tongue - but if it did, so what? 

It didn't, and then her hand was back on my hip, patting again. I patted hers; this was what she wanted, and what I wanted. Could I want anything better than her sucking my cock and my licking and tasting her pussy?! Hannes moaned; he couldn't want anything better than having his cock in her tight, warm pussy! 

Lick, suck, fuck, the three of us doing everything we could together! Another, better love feast - "agape"! St. Paul and the other apostles just didn't know what they were talking about! Well, the whole early Christian community in Ephesus enjoying this would have been an orgy. But just the three of us weren't - was it? Lick, suck - and lick - and fuck! Hannes wasn't really fucking, hardly space in the bed with the three of us for him to, but he was moaning, sounding as though he was enjoying it as much has he did, when he could, when I was up above, hearing him fucking Marie. 

And she was moaning, like I had heard her, but now feeling her moans vibrating on my cock. I moaned in response, hoping she felt vibrations of my tongue on her clitoris. I knew what was going to happen in her mouth, and she did too, and in her pussy, but only how it had been when he had been licking it: "as good as you did" she had said. But now with his cock in it? And for his cock, since he couldn't really fuck her? 

I could just hope that it would be good enough for him, hoping that I could make it as good for Marie, before she made my cock spurt in her mouth. It was so good to know that she wanted me to!

We all moaned, and Hannes' hips rocked as hard as they could in the confined space. Oooh! His cock was rubbing on the tip of my nose! Fuck her! I wished, and my tongue did all it could. 

We all moaned, groaned. I came first, and she moaned, but then almost bit my cock, when her pussy flushed her pussy juice in my nostrils. I had wanted that, not just that way, snorting to free them, and then heard Hannes grunt, feeling his cock surge, against my nose and with my tongue, as it moved her pussy. Marie groaned again. Could she feel his cock spurting in her pussy? She almost bit my cock again, when his cock thrust again, and she groaned, I thought that she must have, delighted that she had, that he had, that I had. 

If it wasn't an orgy, and I didn't want it to be an "agape" love feast, what else? Epicureanism popped in my head, the ancient Greek philosophy that pleasure was the greatest good. Could there be a greater pleasure than three people enjoying their mutual orgasms? And we each had had two, thanks to Marie' better idea. Good thing that we weren't Roman Catholics and had to go to confession!

We relaxed. I rolled back against the side wall of the van, my cock slipping out of her mouth, and Hannes also did, his cock slipping out of her pussy before my eyes. Hmm! Most have been good for him; not just his cock slipped out; I saw white traces from his orgasm ooze out. After a few moments, Marie hummed and said: 

"Oooh! That was good! Better than I expected."

"It sure was," Hannes agreed. 

For me - my cock - it had also been very good, but like the other times she had sucked it. Hannes then also hummed and added: 

"And I hardly had to do anything. Maybe shouldn't say it, but Marie was just squeezing like never before, at least, I hadn't been so aware that you were." 

"Hm-hmm! Oh I was!" she agreed: "always wanted to have something to squeeze, when one of you was doing that that. We have to do it again, but not before supper, for you, Matti."

What a promise! Hannes chuckled and said: 

"Back when, you said I'd want to - what you did. I did. Now I can tell you that you will want to."

"Never doubted it, but if you both say so," I replied with a cheerful moan, thinking, three times for all of us! 

Marie nodded and asked one of us to get something to wipe up her oozing pussy. I did, with a little difficulty, creeping head first from the bed. When I had, they joined me, and we folded down the seat back, smirking at each other. Marie said that she had better also kiss me, and we did, Hannes nodding his approval. Of course, we had kissed her when each of us was in bed with her, but now we both had in the other's presence. 

As we were preparing supper, Marie suddenly asked: 

"Are you guys including this in your diaries." 

Hannes and I shrugged, grinning at each other. I didn't know, of course, if he was. I wasn't, but I snickered and replied: 

"Oh yes! Telling that you wanted to go skinny dipping, and that you have such lovely breasts, and then wondering if you wanted to sleep with us."

"You didn't!" she replied. 

"Oh yes!" I rebutted: "And then that you did, and how! And how good it was."

"You didn't?! She replied again, giving me a very upset look. 

Hannes joined in my joke and said: 

"I did too, am too, not like that, since that first night wasn't something to write about, and then I just wanted to remember - got sort of code."

"Like what?" she asked. 

He winked at me with a smirk behind her back and said: 

"Then next morning, well, before I tell what we did that day, I draw a little infinity sign, you know, a reclining figure eight, if we both did that; or if you did, a little line with circle; or if I did, a little circle with a dot in it; or, well, like just now, two concentrate circles with a dot." 

"You don't!" 

"Had to go back and try to remember when, after I decided on that code. Of course, some days, there are more than one." 

"You're funning me!" Marie said. He grinned with a nod, but answered: 

"Yes, but now I'm going to go back and try to help my memory by adding them." 

Marie looked relieved with wry smile, but just for a moment, then looked at me. I grinned and said: 

"After that first one, no, before it, I did write something about wondering how the three of us would get along, but telling my dairy about the skinny dipping started a page at the back of my notebook, and then more. Mmmm! While you were thinking I was making copious notes about what we had seen that day, but was writing about the nights. Today isn't going to be much about sightseeing."

As an afterthought, I added: 

"Aren't you keeping notes? You can read mine."

Marie grinned and replied: 

"Maybe I should. No, I shouldn't, but I don't believe you either; I would have notice, if you had been flipping back in your notebook."

"You're right," I agreed with a smile, adding: 

"But I wish I had. Maybe we can all just use Hannes' code."

We all laughed, and then Marie said: 

"Maybe you should keep notes. No, you shouldn't!" 

We all laughed again and finished preparing supper: bread and dried soup from Germany that had to be boiled for a few minutes. We were still naked, now with the van's door closed. We sat down to eat, Hannes on the seat behind the driver's seat, Marie and I on the the bench across the van. We didn't have much to talk about, hadn't seen anything but the landscape during the day. Of course, we had seen a lot more of each other than usual - and how! But we had said enough about that. 

As we were finishing eating, I was wondering if Marie had remembered her remarking that we had to do that again. Did she still mean it? Hannes mentioned something about the city we would see the next day, and we exchanged information about it that we had read in our three different guide books. Then suddenly Marie's hand was in my lap, her fingers gathering up my soft cock. She hadn't forgotten! Hannes noticed and nodded with small smile. She smiled at him and murmured: 

"Yours will soon enough; don't have to help it."

He nodded again and reached under the table. She snorted and said: 

"That's cheating; I wanted it all nice and small."

We all hummed with smiles; now with no question about what she wanted to do. Hannes nodded again and said that he had better clear to table, and pushed it back from us on its pivoting support and squeezed passed our knees to do so. My cock began to appreciate what her fingers were doing. Hannes saw that, just nodding with a smirk. He knew that Marie was going to suck his cock, and his cock did too, but not as much as mine was beginning to anticipate what it would be doing. When I put my hand in her lap, she purred and spread her thighs. Hannes had cleared the table and said that we were going to have to stand up to turn up the seat back. Reluctantly we removied our hands. His cock was also bobbing. Marie said we should spread out the bottom sheet. With bobbing cocks, he and I did, and she tossed the other sheet up. She didn't have to tell him to get up first, nor tell me to follow her. Nor did she have to ask him if he minded that my cock would be right in front of his nose. 

We all knew exactly what we were going to, my cock too. She didn't have to make it stiff, just guide it into her pussy. Another love feast, I thought, then admonishing myself that I had really thought that again. I grasped her breast.

It was for me, for my cock, appreciating what they both had said about feeling her pussy squeezing. I knew what his cock and his tongue were feeling, but hadn't - like him - appreciated how her pussy squeezed our cocks, the sensation lost a little when we were pumping them in her pussy. That was also wonderful, but this also was, feeling how her pussy squeezed my cock without my having to move it in her. But then I did have to, like Hannes had had to, too arousing to keep my hips from twitching and then rocking as much as they could, my ass almost bouncing off the wall of the van, as we all gasped and groaned. 

I came, and felt her pussy juice flood around my cock, hearing Hannes' tongue slobbering and Marie's deep moans. I knew them, when I came in her mouth, we all had again! I squeezed her breast. When Hannes' hand slid up and wanted to hold it, I let it. Marie hummed deeply, nodding her head in front of mine. 

We just lay there, recovering. When Marie wanted to move up so that she could extend her legs, we let her and were silent. What could we say? One of them found the other sheet and we spread it over us and fell asleep. That was the only time all three of us slept together in the van. 

In the morning, when we all had to go, we still didn't say anything as we clambered down and stepped outside. For some reason - for no reason - without stepping further away, Hannes and I began to pee. Marie squatted down near us, just shrugging with a slight smirk, as she let us also see her stream arch out. Why not, if we could do all we had together? 

As good as it had been that way, we returned just to one of us sleeping with her, but our relationship changed a little. We didn't talk about. Despite all we had been doing before that, I had still had the inkling that having sex implied loving affection, like with my previous girlfriends. Of course, I really liked Marie, as did Hannes and she us, obviously. After that day and night, however, that implication disappeared, probably way down in my subconscious. Having sex was just something very pleasurable and satisfying that we all enjoyed, she as much as Hannes and I. 

I found it a little funny - but very nice - that after that day she kissed us almost regularly when we weren't in bed with her, the first time when she greeted the one us who had slept above with a good morning kiss. That became a regular thing, usually a good French kiss, maybe intended as a promise for the following night in bed with her, or maybe just confirmation that she liked us both the same way, that having just gotten out of bed with one of us shouldn't suggest that she had a favorite. We never talked about, just enjoyed that she did, also sometimes kissing our cheek as thanks for having done something for her. If what we were doing wasn't "making love," the more open display of affection seemed a little contradictory, but Hannes and I reciprocated, kissing her cheek in thanks for something: cooking, washing our socks, whatever. 

I wondered if we were ever going to both lie with her again. Nice Biblical euphemism. It had been so good, but maybe she thought it had been too much. Hannes and I never suggested doing anything, certainly not that, and never said anything during the day or evening to imply that we were looking forward to sleeping with her. We were, of course, but it would have been tactless to mention it, even though all of us knew which one would be in bed with her that night. That didn't stop her from sometimes giving that one a special smile, and sometimes she didn't, usually before a night when we didn't do anything, which was also nice. 

I stopped wondering about that, until several days later when she said: "Let's do that again."

She was sitting between us while I was driving and put her hands on our thighs, too close to our crotches. We didn't have to ask what she meant. It was too early to find a place to park for the night, but I understood that she had recognized that we were in remote area where we could park out of sight of the road, and then remembered that we had done it before and after supper, reason to stop earlier than usual. When I nodded, she squeezed my thigh. She must have also squeezed Hannes' thigh; I saw him also nod. We all watched for a place to turn off the road. When I did, we all hummed, nodding, and her fingers crept further up my thigh. Because I hadn't slept with her the previous night? But Hannes had, and I had heard how. Anything she wanted, if she wanted to again; we all knew how good it was going to. 

It was, both times. I climbed up and let Hannes spend the night with her, thinking, but doubting, if they still wanted to do more, they could, but I don't think they did. 

Our study trip continued, more mosques, the ancient Armenian church on the island in Lake Van in eastern Turkey. We drove out of our way to see Mount Ararat.

That happened again, when the terrain allowed, at her suggestion, of course. Once in Iran, in Tehran, we spent a night in a hotel. When we asked for two rooms, the person said that we could have a room with three beds. That really surprised us, but, of course, we readily agreed. That was long before the revolution in Iran. 

Two adjacent beds and a third one; we wondered what the person thought about us, offering two guys and girl a room together. That night we could really all sleep together, and Hannes and I could really fuck. We stayed for a second night in the hotel, again each way,and did it again in the morning, just once. At the end of our trip, I wondered if we had made up for that time, but it didn't matter; by then we had done so much that it was immaterial if one of us had done something a time or two more than the other one. 

One of us had a good guide book for Iran, and we learned more than we expected about Persian culture, Shiite Islam, and Zoroastrianism, not to mention visiting Isfahan and Persepolis. We really didn't think about sex all the time, not even always when we could. 

But occasionally, Marie surprised us, like the morning at breakfast when she suddenly asked: 

"Aren't you curious about why I like to do that to you, I would be, if I were a guy?" 

She didn't use explicit words, maybe just sometimes in bed, but then she seldom needed them. Hannes and I looked at her in surprise, then at each other, neither saying anything. Marie shrugged and repeated: 

"I would be. I want to know what it's like for you, doing it to me."

"Very good!" Hannes replied with a smile, looking relieved that he didn't have to answer her question. I nodded, feeling the same way. Marie nodded and said: 

"For me too. I want to do it - with a girl, maybe back home. It must be good, knowing just what it's like for her. You know, doing what I know I would like to feel."

Hannes and I must have looked very surprised. She glanced back and forth at us and murmured: 

"Didn't want to shock you. Yes, I really do, and thought then that you must also be curious, sort of the same way." 

Hannes looked at me. Did his slight nod suggest that he agreed with her, or was he wanting me to reply? Why hadn't I replied before he had? 

"Just thought I could ask," Marie murmured, adding: "Maybe I have been thinking about it too much."

"With another girl?" I asked superfluously, but relieved for something to say. 

"Sure, why not, how else?" she replied with grin. 

"Anyone you know? Think you can find one that also wants to?" Hannes asked, helping deflect away from her original question. 

"Hope so," Marie replied, apparently at ease with her admission that she wanted to lick another girl's pussy, then adding: "If you both like to?"

"We do," Hannes and I replied in unison. 

"And I do, why I asked," she said, looking at us both again. 

"Not that curious," Hannes remarked. 

"But just a little? I'm not asking you to do it." 

"That's a relief!" I remarked. 

We all chuckled, then laughed. Hannes said: 

"It sure is. Are you curious, Matti?"

"Not that curious," I replied, feeling better about subject after our laughing, then adding: 

"But just a little, after what Marie said. Never thought about it before, but if she wants to find out, I can understand why. No fear, Hannes! I'm not going to, even if I can understand why she thinks it would be good." 

"Mmmm! It would be!" she interjected with a grin.

"I'm not going to, either. Hmm? Afraid she might be right," Hannes replied. 

"And then like it?" she asked with a smirk." 

"Don't want to find out," I replied for him and myself. He nodded his agreement with wry expression and said: 

"Just have to imagine why you like to, Marie." 

I snickered and said: 

"You wouldn't want us to find out and then think it was better than what you do?"

"Oh no! It might be even better than what else we do, and then, well, I wouldn't have anything to do." 

"But you still want to - with a girl?" Hannes asked. 

"Yes, but not till we're back home, and I'm pretty sure I would still want what you have." 

"That's also a relief," I remarked and leaned over and kissed her cheek. 

She turned her face to me and made it a better kiss, then turned to Hannes and said: "You too," and he also got a good kiss with her tongue in his mouth. 

I realized that my cock was engorged, and not just from her kiss. Was that why I remembered her opening remark: if we weren't curious why she liked to suck it, also Hannes' cock, of course. I snickered and said: 

"But you asked if we weren't curious why you like to. I am."




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"So am I," Hannes immediately enjoined, grinning, liking that I had turned the table on her. 

She shrugged and replied: 

"I guess I asked for that."

"You did," Hannes agreed, looking at her with an expectant expression. 

She looked slightly embarrassed for a moment, then shrugged again and replied: 

"Well, I had to do it first to find out, but then liked it, obviously."

"Very obviously, thank you, but why did you the first time, dare to?" I asked.

"Just happened."

"Your friend asked you to?" Hannes asked, adding: "Don't think I would have ventured to ask mine to, even if I had already done it to her."

Before she could reply, she was hesitating, I grinned and suggested: 

"Oh, I know - your mom. When she was telling you about the bees and flowers - well, probably later - told you could preserve your virginity that way, stay a 'good girl'."

Marie chuckled with a grin, shaking her head, apparently enjoying our speculating. Hannes snickered and suggested: 

"Maybe your dad, telling you that guys would like it so much." 

That was a really wild suggestion, since her father was a Lutheran minister, but I picked up on that and said: 

"Well, of course, he wouldn't have said that, and not to his own daughter, but maybe in confirmation class, talking about adultery I guess, when someone asked a question, answered that that was an alternative. 

"Not MY dad! And none of us asked any questions," she replied with a grin, adding: "And if he had, we all would have probably done it before Easter." 

We all snickered at her implication that they could have before they were confirmed. Hannes grinned and replied: 

"Oh, that would have been all right, before you were confirmed and responsible for your own morals."

"Someone should have told me, if you think so, but no one did, and I don't think any of us had an inkling that people could do that." 

I remembered the rest of her family and suggested: 

"Maybe your oldest brother, after he - but not your parents - knew you were sleeping with your first boyfriend."

"He didn't know either, and I don't think he would have known about that either; he is pretty conservative, old-fashioned, too old to have joined the sexual revolution." 

She was still smiling, enjoying our speculations. Hannes snorted and replied: 

"His bad luck. Come on, tell us; you said we should be curious." 

Marie nodded and answered: 

"You were right the first time, the first boyfriend who did it to me, an older student. I wanted seem more experienced. If he did that, I didn't want him to think that I was prudish young theology student. Of course, I had heard about it - good and bad girl talk - so I did, dared to, hoping he didn't think it was my first time."

"Hope he didn't," Hannes murmured. 

She chuckled with a smirk and replied: 

"Oh no! He loved it. Of course, I was apprehensive about what would happen, but assumed that a girl had with him, so I had to. Hm-hmm! Then he told me that no one had let him do that in her mouth. Oh no, he didn't think it was my first time!" 

Marie grinned with a pleased, maybe proud expression. Hannes and I congratulated her, and she kissed us both again. 

A couple of times after that, she teased us, especially during her next period, when we all were naked, about to go to bed, asking if we were sure that we didn't want suck each other's cock. Of course, she didn't say that, just smirking and saying: "Are you sure you don't want to? I wouldn't mind." 

She stopped teasing us that way, when we both waved our cocks at her and told her she had to do it to us both, or maybe we would. She chuckled and did, then kissing us each with her mouth full of what our cocks had given her. Hannes also didn't seem to mind, so I assumed that she had also kissed him before like that, but it did revive the question about what it was like for her to lick and suck a cock and feel it spurt in her mouth. Hannes and I never found out. 

I have been looking through the thick notebook that was my diary forty plus years ago, hoping to find something that reawakened a recollection about something else we did. Lots of recollections, descriptions of a place, scenery, that brought back delightful memories of what we did there, but nothing that we hadn't already done. What else could we have done? 

Back in Berlin, we had to face questions and comments about how our trip had been. Some fellow students tactfully just listened to our descriptions of what we had seen. When I and Hannes were each alone with male students, their questions weren't just about that. We three had anticipated that, on the last day agreeing that we would hide behind our being theological students, morally above whatever they thought. I am sure that they still thought it, but our response stifled further questions. 

Of course, Hannes and I still met Marie, who told that she had the same experience with some female students. After a couple of beers, she snickered and told that she had told her most insistent questioner that if she really wanted to know, thought that about her - about us - didn't believe the story about our being morally upright theology students, she would tell her the truth, and did, but so lucidly that the girl thought Marie was making it up, blushing at Marie's details, that surpassed the girl's fantasies. Marie grinned at us said that she had really only told her the truth. 

We didn't sleep together again. We talked about it, but it just didn't happen, maybe because we were back in our theological community: sex implying loving emotions. I am not sure mine with the next girl I slept with were really loving. She wasn't studying theology and was very willing, but didn't want to suck my cock. Back to reality. 

Later in the semester, Marie wanted to see Hannes and me again. We met on the way to meet her, wondering if she would suggest we all do it "one more time." 

The song "Do it to me one more time" hadn't been written back then, but it's title seems appropriate.

She didn't, of course, meeting us in a student pub. We made small talk over the first beer. With the second one, she leaned closer with a smirk and said softly: 

"I did, like I told you back then."

Hannes was faster on the uptake: 

"As good as you hoped?" 

Marie just nodded with a broad smirk. Then I understood and grinned and said: 

"Lucky girl." 

"Um-hmm! And lucky me!" 

Hannes or I must have frowned. She replied: 

"Oh, not better than with you, couldn't be, but like I was thinking." 

"She too?" Hannes asked. 

"Must have, her first time. Oh, sure, we both said that it was almost like doing it to ourselves."

"Her first time, no boyfriend?" I asked.

"Not one that wanted to do that."

"Stupid kid," Hannes said. 

We all nodded with chuckles. I asked the obvious: 

"How did you meet her?" 

Marie looked a little uncomfortable for a moment, then said: 

"Girl in the parish where I - where we both - do voluntary work. She wanted to talk about boys, complain about her last one, asked about me. Didn't tell her about us, just that I had good experience, thank you. Not sure how I turned the conversation to that. Oh, she wanted to know more, so I told her, how good it was. 'Better than fingers,' I think I said. She giggled and blushed, but asked: 'Really?' I thought that was the end of it, but the next time we were together, she asked again, and - well - somehow I mentioned my curiosity about how it must be, since 'my friend' liked to do it so much. Well, you can imagine the rest. I did, and then she did, and liked it as much as I did. Hmm? Likes it as much as I do."

She smiled a little wryly at her admitting that they apparently still were doing it together.

"Not more than we do," I replied.

That was the last time we ever referred to what we had enjoyed together. The next semester, a couple of us went to other universities to complete our degrees. We stayed in contact and met occasionally, but never even mentioned our long trip together. And then we were in parishes training for a year or two and then ministers in our own parishes, eventually married with children, very, very far removed from our youthful adventure. When we all happened to meet at conferences, however, that didn't keep Marie from giving us an extra smile, returned - when no one was looking - with pursed lips. 

OH! Good thing the family is visiting my wife's parents for a week! It's going to be difficult to get my mind off this and prepare my next sermon.