4 comments/ 113876 views/ 17 favorites Jim Meets the Coeds Ch. 01 By: Romantic1 Chapter 1 -- Jim Visits Mel and Three Coeds: The Extended Family Expands "What was that about, Lover?" Karen asked as she welcomed me back into the living room with a hug and kiss. I'd been sequestered in my den and had just spent about two hours on the telephone with the editor and soon-to-be publisher of my two most recent self-help books, both written after a long dry spell and a lengthy time spent doing research. "Well, I have to go to Ohio for a week. They're in the final edit stages and want me up there to work with their editor on last minute changes at the start of the week, and then to proof the galleys from their print house at the end of the week. It's a tight timeframe for them." I really didn't want to be away from the two loves in my life even for a few hours, let alone a week. My two lovers were Karen and Lynn, and now we'd been together for three years. Lynn had actually fled to Florida from near Cincinnati, Ohio, leaving a drunk and abusive husband behind. I'd been her mentor and then her lover ever since her arrival in the state, when we'd been introduced through friends. Her best friend Karen from her new job had joined us shortly thereafter to make our triad complete. Since then, Lynn's divorce had been completed and she'd had a promotion at work. While the three of us had quickly developed a robust intimate relationship with one another, that relationship had extended to include Mel, Lynn's daughter who was a senior at Ohio State; Robbie her fiancé; and Karen's sexy mother, Bev. Rachel and Carl, Karen's sister and brother had also joined our relationship, moving to Sarasota, Florida, to be close to us. Bev was in the fashion industry and traveled abroad a great deal. "Do you have to prepare for the trip?" Karen asked. "No, just show up with my laptop and the latest version of both books. They're trying for a side-by-side release and want everything to be perfect." I added, "Plus, Paul, my editor, said they'll want me to do a bunch of book signings around the big cities and appear on television here and there to tout the books. I'm going to meet their PR person while I'm up there." "My TV hero!" Karen said as she came back and kissed me again. Lynn walked into the room and Karen turned to her, "I'll have you know we've been fucking a major author and television personality;" she gestured at me as she held me close. "Oh really," Lynn said, "and how's that work?" She came and put her arms around the two of us. I explained again about the books and the likelihood of a book tour and appearing on television talk shows in a few places to push the books for the publisher. Suddenly, I had two women hugging and kissing me. It wasn't that we didn't do this kind of thing a lot; it was that I always responded to their sexy bodies when they pushed them against me and rubbed their breasts around my body. I responded, as always. Next thing, we were back in our big bed, and I was on my back with Lynn impaled on my rod, and Karen sitting on my face allowing my tongue and mouth to pleasure her. Both women were also rubbing, smoothing, sucking, and kissing above me; I could feel them move around but Karen's loins limited my view. She was unusually juicy today, and I was enjoying her tasty effluent to my heart's content. Somehow, when I concentrated on eating and sucking on her, I managed to have the intercourse last longer and be more pleasurable. Thus, I was doubly pleased. Several changes were made so that each of us got to try their favorite positions and receive the sexual favors from the other two. My two lovers ravished my prone body, taking turns inhaling my rod and licking the juices from each other off of it, sitting and riding my shaft, and allowing me to pleasure them with my tongue. Then my body decided it'd had enough ravishing -- it just wanted an orgasm; some days I'm like that. At the time I came I was in the missionary position over Lynn, slamming into her cunt with her feet up over my shoulders. Karen was sucking on one of her breasts as one of Lynn's hands held a few fingers in her pussy. I exploded into Lynn's pussy, having given fair warning of my imminent climax. After our well-synchronized orgasms, Lynn caught my prone form, and we rolled to our sides, allowing Karen and me to smooth and stroke her. We lay together in the warmth and love of our mutual afterglow. "I'll miss you guys dearly while I'm away," I told them, kissing each of them. "Somehow I know you'll comfort each other during that week," I smiled at the two of them. They both grinned lecherously at me and at each other. "How far are you going to be from Columbus?" Lynn asked. "Ooooh," I said, "right there! I know what you're thinking, I should see Mel. I'll probably be within a couple of miles of the campus. I know she's near there." "Right," both women said at once. There were those lecherous grins again. Jim Meets the Coeds Ch. 01 Chris said to Sarah, "I'm jealous. She never kisses me that way." "Me too," Sarah said with her arms crossed below her generous chest. "I feel sooo left out. Will you kiss me?" Chris leaned in and kissed Sarah, as Robbie, Mel and I watched. It was a tender kiss with just a flick of the tongue. Sarah kissed back, carefully putting her hand on Chris' arm and then smoothing up her arm to her face. While it was theatrical, we all got the message. "You guys are so hot," Mel said, "and you're making the three of us hot. Careful or you'll turn the living room into a seething mass of orgy-indulging flesh." "Sounds good to me," Chris responded. "Me too," Sarah added with a tone of hope and expectation in her voice. We turned as the front door opened and closed one more time. A pretty woman came into the living room also with a pile of books that she carefully placed in one of the chairs as she sized up our group. Then she lit up like a Christmas tree, "Robbie! How nice. I didn't know you were coming this weekend. Mel never said anything." Mel said, "I didn't know. My lovers just pop up everywhere -- spur of the moment. Can't keep them away from my lithe body." She ran her hands up and down her body in a sexy gesture. "And you are?" the young woman looked at me still being held closely by Mel. "I'm Jim Rice, and you must be Holly?" I said looking at the girl and moving to shake her hand. She was pretty, and I was drawn to her hands for some reason, they were beautiful - long tapering fingers with delicate polish on them and a little design that had been repeated on each nail. Holly expounded, "Oh, good grief! You're really Jim." She looked at Mel who nodded. "Oh ... wow ... we've heard so much about you. Wow. You're actually here. Oh, my ..." she took my hand and shook it, and then looked at her own hand like she'd just shaken the hand of some celebrity and planned to never wash again. We stood and talked for a while. Holly and Sarah kept staring at me. Finally, the new arrivals got some beer and wine too, and we had seconds. Eventually, I offered to take everyone out to dinner at the restaurant of their choice. We ended at a steakhouse on the edge of town. The six of us sat down to eat, Chris on one side of me and Sarah on the other. Robbie was across from me surrounded by Mel and Holly. It wasn't long until I felt Chris' hand on my thigh, rubbing up and down. I looked deep into her eyes, and she just looked back innocently. I decided to allow her to pleasure me, if that was what she wanted to do. I felt quite old compared to all these 'kids.' Suddenly, my eyes popped open further because Sarah also started to run her hand up and down my thigh in a slow, sexy motion. I got horny instantly, and I sure hoped Mel planned to satisfy both Robbie and me tonight. Increasingly, the strokes of my legs by Chris and Sarah made forays into 'dangerous territory' -- coming quite close to my sleeping penis. I smiled politely to them and looked for discrete opportunities to adjust the rising bulge in my pants so I could be more comfortable. I wasn't sure whether I was being teased or hit on. The dinner conversation was animated as each of the women talked of their courses, profs, and various aspects of campus life. It felt to good to re-touch that side of academia even though I had been absent from it for over thirty years. After a while Sarah, Chris, Holly, and I started talking about my two books and my life as an author. They were particularly interested in the book on polyamorous relationships -- loving, intimate relationships with three or more people. As we talking, they surprised me by admitting that none of the three of them had boyfriends, although all seemed to have dumped the ones they'd had either the previous spring or over the summer. Each sought more 'mature men' as they each confessed to me rather than college guys full of testosterone and their own egos. Those comments led to a discussion about dating and then back to loving relationships. Mel reminded them that I lived with two women. That in turn led to a lot of questions about how we lived together and even how intimate we were. I opened up about our own polyamorous relationship. Mel confirmed to the group without my having to wonder that Robbie and she were part of the loving extended family, along with one woman's mother -- Bev, and her sister and brother -- Rachel and Carl. There were still more questions from the others about how we thought about things and the inevitable question about jealousy. I talked about our lack of jealousy, aiming my remarks mostly to Chris who'd asked the question. "Love and caring are a gift. You can't hold onto them. You can hold the one you love, but if they stop loving you, you can't make them regain that loving feeling. Jealousy arises from fear of losing something you have or seeing someone have something that you want. Well, if you can't make someone love you, why be jealous of someone that does have that love. Instead, why not share the love you have. If you reach out to others in a loving way, you expand the love in the universe. No jealousy there. If you try to hold onto something that is a gift rather than a right or a privilege, you'll drive it away from you -- you'll kill that love. If you respond in kind -- with expansive love -- you'll find the universe gives it back to you tenfold." "Doesn't it bother you when Robbie makes love to your Lynn or Karen?" Holly asked. "Well, for one, they're not 'my' anything. You make my relationship with them sound possessive. It's not. We are romantically and deeply in love with each other, but none of us have insisted on exclusivity or put any restrictions on each other. In fact, we want each other to reach out to others so we grow and expand through relationships with interesting others. We respect and honor each other. Most of all, I want a good life, joy, and pleasure for each of them -- for Robbie, Mel, and the rest of our extended family too -- for anyone. So, when Robbie loves the same person I love, I find it wonderful that he can bring joy and pleasure to them too. I'm not jealous; I'm grateful!" "Oh, wow!" Holly said sitting back in her chair and looking at the others. "That's beautiful. You just changed my whole life with what you said. I could live with that philosophy forever." "Me too," Chris chimed in. She added, "If you're around next week, I'd love to talk with you more about this. I want to think about it for a while first, however." She gave me a lovely smile and softly kissed my cheek. I let Robbie drive back with Mel beside him. I sat in the backseat with the other three women nestled in around me and on my lap. Each took time to kiss me tenderly, tell me they so appreciated my talking to them over dinner, and that they really wanted me around for the coming week, particularly if I didn't have to be at my publisher's offices. All said they had more questions for me. I was a little worked up by the time we got back to their house. As we disgorged from the car, I said to Mel, "Where's a good motel near here? I should check-in and leave you guys to your evening or whatever." Chris latched onto my arm and held it tightly against her breasts, but not particularly in a sexual way. "I'm even more serious now than I was before; I want you to stay with me -- really." Then, she got a little shy. She leaned in and kissed my cheek again and hugged me to her body. Mel looked at the two of us. "Well, I was hoping you'd be close to me --within reach, so to speak. If you stay here -- for the whole time you're in town -- you'd make us all very happy." Three other heads nodded in agreement. "Or, you can stay with me. I also have a big bed," Sarah stated bluntly. "Or me," Holly added shyly. "I am honored by your offers and all that they imply. Are you all really implying you want an intimate relationship with me? Do you really mean that? We've barely met." Three heads nodded in the affirmative. Sarah said, "We feel we've known you for years, at least in my case. Mel never stops talking about you, who you are, and how you think. As the song goes, 'You Had Me From Hello'." The rest nodded in agreement. "How can I bring the maximum amount of joy and happiness to you while I am here?" I had a new mission in life. I really wanted to please these women - to make them happy. I hoped there wouldn't be any turmoil because of my visit and their apparent desire to be with me. The three women looked at each other, and I detected a lot of unspoken communication took place. Finally, they all smiled and Sarah said, "Go with Chris tonight. We'll plan the rest of the week as we go along if that's all right with you." I nodded and grinned back at them. Mel said, "We're pretty open with each other. There are no secrets amongst the four of us, Jim. Although I know he's never mentioned it, Sarah and I shared Robbie on his last visit here." Sarah smiled shyly again, and I saw a romantic glance at Robbie. "So, you see, we share more than just clothes." Robbie looked pleased with the memory. "I am open to new relationships with each of you, but I want them to be a loving, caring relationships that bring happiness and joy to you. I don't want you to feel regret or guilt over anything we might do or say to each other. Is that OK with each of you?" Each young woman nodded. Chris still held my arm to her full breasts. Mel announced, "Well, Robbie and I haven't seen each other for a month, so please excuse us for the rest of the evening. Jim, if you decide to join us, you know that you're welcome." With that, she pulled Robbie out of the chair he was in and the two of them headed for the stairs. Chris put her arms around my neck as we stood in the doorway and gave me a mind-blowing kiss that about took the top of my head off it was so hot. "Will you stay with me now?" she asked. I nodded and we went upstairs too. Jim Meets the Coeds Ch. 01 My urge to climax passed, and I slowly restarted pumping into her body. She moved with me again, this time rolling her hips into me for greater stimulation. I rolled us to our sides so I could use my hands. I leaned in and bit gently on one of her nipples at the same time I ran my thumb across her clit. The combination was too much for Chris and she shuddered, almost violently, pulling on my neck so hard I had to move to her as she spasmed in another orgasm. When it was over, her eyes flickered open, and she looked at me with a wide gaze of awe. "Oh, you are the most wonderful person I've ever met. I'm going to drop out of school, and we're going to do nothing but screw until I die -- which probably won't take too long because what I feel is too good for this life." She smiled and kissed me hard. After our kiss she said, "I get that you can make yourself last indefinitely, but I want you to cum in me. I want your cum to fill me. Some other time we can make it last all day. Right now I want to bring you pleasure -- I want you to orgasm too." I was thinking the same thing, so I was happy with her suggestion. I mounted Chris and started to thrust into her with increasing intensity. Now, I became a man on a mission. Her long legs came up, toes pointed, and at first bounced around beside me until she wrapped them behind me and started to use them to pull me into her cunt with all her might. The night filled with sound of our bodies slapping together. With certainty, the rest of the house could hear our mounting crescendo. Suddenly, I could feel the familiar twinge in my balls -- a tightening and then a surge. I whispered to her, "I'm cuming." She just nodded and kissed me hard again. Then, I could feel the jets of fluid being propelled through my body towards my rigid cock, and then just as she arched her body into me in another orgasm, I came. We both came in an explosion of fireworks, at least that's what I saw. Blinding flashes of light and huge waves of pleasure as I fell into the abyss -- into heaven. We collapsed together and rolled to our sides, still connected, sweaty, and panting. Between our gasps, we told each other how much we enjoyed being with each other. I told Chris I loved her. She told me I was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to her. We hugged and kissed some more as our peak slid away from us. After a few minutes of cooing words of loving and caring to each other, I asked Chris to tell me more about herself. She opened up and told me about growing up, her past boyfriends and what she'd liked and hadn't, how she'd lost her virginity in early high school, her hopes for future relationships -- now tainted by the hour we'd just spent together, her career goals, and even more. We kept smoothing each other, just enjoying the feeling of each other's skin, and how we'd remained coupled after our lovemaking. She got me talking to. I had a longer history being about thirty years older. I talked about Nancy, my first wife and the love of my life for many years before she died of bone cancer. I told her about my kids and their families, my careers, and in more detail how I'd developed a philosophy of life that included expansive love and allowed everyone the freedom to be what they could be. I could almost watch as Chris fell deeper in love with me than what our lovemaking had inspired. Then we heard the banging on the bed in the other room as Mel and Robbie started to crank into another fuck fest. I smoothed Chris and asked, "Do you want to join them? To watch?" Her eyes got big and round. "They'd let us?" she asked in awe. "It's very erotic to be watched -- and to watch someone else while you are doing the same thing. Come, I'll show you." The two of us uncoupled; however, I was not fully deflated in part due to the wonders of modern chemistry. I'd taken a Cialis at dinnertime, but I hadn't been expecting quite this arrangement. Chris and I tiptoed naked out of her room and down the hall to Mel's door. We opened it and tiptoed into the room. Mel sat atop Robbie and bounced up and down on his long cock, her large breasts gyrating wildly in sync with her bouncing. We could see his rod as it extended into her body. She turned,, saw us, and smiled; "I was hoping you guys would come and join us." Chris was unsure what to do. I steered her onto the bed and onto her back beside Robbie and then slid into her again, pumping gently. Her eyes were big as she watched Mel continue to pump on Robbie's prick. I hardened as I also watched and also felt Mel smoothing my shoulders and back. Mel and I kissed, and this inspired Robbie to lean next to him and kiss Chris, who seemed to welcome the advance. Mel is vocal and more like Karen -- the vixen I'd left at home. She started to talk to us, "Oh Chris, don't you just love his cock as it slides into your pussy? He's long and thick, and he can deliver such pleasure with it. Don't you like watching Robbie and me fuck? Can you see how my pussy surrounds his cock and pulls it into me? See how my labia lips pull in and out of my body as we fuck. Can I touch you clit? Let me massage your clit." She leaned over and put her hand between the two of us, searching for and finding Chris' clitoris. Ten seconds later, Chris came in a nice warm orgasm that surrounded all of us. She moaned her thanks and appreciation to Mel and to the universe as the intense wave of pleasure swept through her. I could tell the Sapphic act had moved Chris even further into a new stage of her life; one where sex would play a more prominent part. I rotated us so that Chris was on top of my body, side by side with Mel, and able to look down at both Robbie and me. I could reach up and fondle both Chris' breasts as well as Mel's; Robbie could do likewise and did. Chris moaned in her lust as Robbie's hands first found her and fondled a breast. Mel then pulled Chris to her and kissed her -- a kiss that turned into a long open-mouthed tongue lashing to each other. Chris became a seething mass of sex -- she was a fuck machine that wanted nothing more than sensual pleasure from any person, in any way. I whispered to her, "Do you want to try Robbie's cock?" She nodded blissfully, yet looked at me to be sure I was all right with the switch. I indicated to Mel that she should switch with Chris. She dismounted Robbie and circled the bed as Chris shifted so she was over Robbie's long cock. I watched with awe as she slowly lowered herself onto his steel rod. Just the erotic act made me harden further; Mel fondled and lapped my cock before she rose and came over me, repeating the act that Chris had just done. Mel fell into my arms and kissed me wildly. "I love to have your cock in me," she said. "I've missed you. Robbie and I love to fuck, but I love to fuck you too. I'm so glad the two of you came in here. Robbie has a new toy, and I have my comfortable lover back inside my cunt. Can you feel his cum in there? He came a lot inside me. I might have gotten rid of some of it, but not all of it. I think we're going to fuck all night long and just forget about sleeping." Mel went on and on, driving all of us into a state where our minds were on fire with sex and lust for one another. Chris finally spoke, adding to Mel's comments, "This is so pornographic. I love watching us all fuck each other. I am full of cum ... and I didn't empty out. I'm leaking all over Robbie, and he's making a froth inside me. Oh, this is wonderful." I said to Mel, "Fast or slow." She looked at me and said, "Fast. I just want you to cum in me. I want your juices. We can do slow some other time. I need cock now." I nodded my understanding, and we sped up our thrusting into each other. Chris saw our move and duplicated the pace on Robbie. I would have never thought it possible, yet the four of us came simultaneously in one mind-blowing act of quadruple pleasure. The four of us all moaned and shrieked as we finished slamming our bodies together. The joint act heightened the arousal and pleasure for all of us. Chris was writhing around on top of Robbie as Mel repeated the process on me, each woman grinding out the last bit of pleasure from our loins. We watched how we each arched, held our breath in pleasure, peaked and collapsed. Chris finally said, "I will NEVER forget this night as long as I live. This is the hottest thing I can imagine -- the hottest and wildest thing I have ever done." She reached out and stroked Mel and me, as she lay prone on Robbie's chest, her legs tucked up beside them. Mel said quietly, "The night's not over yet." As Chris unfurled herself from Robbie, Mel stopped her and pushed her down between Robbie and me onto her back. Mel nudged me and the two of us repositioned ourselves between Chris' legs. Mel took her turn first, leaning in a sucking the frothy rivulet of Robbie's and my white sperm that leaked from Chris' vagina. "Oh my God!" Chris exclaimed as she felt Mel's mouth smother her cunt. "Are you sure? I've got two loads of cum from two different guys in there." Mel sucked all the harder, then relinquished her find to me. I moved in and sucked on her too, but Mel had gotten the lion's share. I wasn't satisfied, so I pulled Mel up into the middle of the bed and spread her legs and dove in to feast on her leaking pussy. Chris watched in fascination, hypnotized by my act. Finally, she moved down so her head was beside me at Mel's nest. I moved away and allowed her unfettered access to Mel's pussy. Chris leaned in, licking and sucking a woman's cunt for the first time in her life. After a few minutes she surfaced, licking her lips. "That's the best!" she exclaimed. "Why has it taken me over twenty-four years to suddenly discover that a cum splattered pussy tastes good." She grinned then leaned over and kissed me. She turned to Mel who had now snuggled up to Robbie, "Thank you for this -- these last few minutes, but thank you even more for sharing Jim with me, with us. I've learned more about making love in the last two hours than everything I knew before." She hugged me. Mel smiled at us. Robbie was cupping and stroking one of her breasts. "I'm just a wild fuck machine with this man," Chris said hugging me. I pulled Chris up and indicated that we should leave Mel and Robbie alone. The two of us walked naked back towards Chris' room. Holly was standing in the hallway about to go downstairs as we came out of Mel's room. Her eyebrows rotated up to nearly her hairline and her mouth fell open as she saw our naked bodies. She looked at Chris, "Did you guys ... did you ... were you ...?" She couldn't string the words together to finish the question. Chris grinned at her as we walked by and simply said, "Yes!" Chris flopped down on her bed and rolled onto her back to welcome me into her arms. I knew a good home when I saw one and so I let her snuggle me into her warm bouncy bosoms and smother me with kisses. I kissed back. Gradually, we fell asleep. Jim Meets the Coeds Ch. 01 I pulled her into a hug and embrace and rolled us to our sides. Chris snuggled up behind Holly. She was becoming more comfortable not only being naked around her housemates, but also being in physical body contact with them. As we floated down, I saw Chris look to her door. Mel and Robbie were standing there in robes. "You guys all right?" Mel asked. Sarah appeared behind the two of them, also in a robe. Holly answered, "Oh better than all right. I just lost my virginity and ... IT WAS WONDERFUL." She yelled the last part of her response. Everyone smiled. Mel came forward, and I pulled out of Holly so Mel could hug her and sit beside Chris and her. I moved to the side. Sarah stared at my flaccid cock for a moment, and then went and hugged the naked Holly too. I noted she was careful in placing her hands not to go near anything sensitive. I wanted to toy with her, so I came in my nakedness and sat right beside her. I took one of her hands and moved it to one of Holly's erect breasts. I said, "She'd like it if you used the whole palm of your hand as you push into her areola. When you push the nipple in with your palm she gets additional stimulation." She looked at me horrified for a second, but then allowed me to steer her hand. Holly looked at Sarah and said, "It does feel good. Thank you. I'm learning a lot about sex ... and loving ... and myself ... and everything in the world from this lovely man." She leaned over and kissed me, holding Sarah's hand to her floppy breast. Chris leaned in and kissed Holly again then leaned past her and kissed Sarah. Sarah looked shocked. Chris laughed. I said, "Just because you get kissed or fondled by another woman or do the same to them doesn't make you a lesbian or homo or whatever made you recoil. What you just got was another person's love -- just at that moment in time. There's not enough of that going around in the world. So accept it, and pay it forward." Sarah relaxed and actually smiled at each of us. I could watch the nervousness ebb from her body. Robbie came over to the bed, his robe doing little to hide his swinging cock. He knelt on the bed and went to Holly and kissed her as well. "I'm glad you've joined the club we're all in. Anytime you want to try someone different, I know Mel will share me with you -- particularly if she can be there too." He smiled at Mel, who nodded agreement. Holly look astounded with the offer. She said, "Well, maybe later." Chris moved up to her headboard, leaning back on her pillows; she pulled Holly up between her legs so she way lying back on her body and cradled her in a comforting move, her arms wrapped around her friend. She told us, "I lost my virginity at some beach years ago to some guy that was drunk - I was pretty wasted too. There was no crowd around to congratulate me or hold me or love me. I just felt dirty and guilty. You guys are so wonderful; I'm so glad we're all together." She hugged and kissed the side of Holly's neck. We were all touching her in some way now. Holly suddenly teared up at Chris' comment. "You know, I do feel loved by all of you. I love you all." A little sob escaped her lips, and she smiled through it; sort of laughing she said, "I'm so happy," and wiped her eyes. Chris hugged her tightly again and started to lightly stroke Holly's breasts with one finger. The others finally left the three of us alone. Holly said she wanted to dress. We both talked with her to make sure she was all right with what had happened. Chris melted into my arms after Holly had left. "That was truly the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." She had tears on her cheeks now. "I mean ... I know you love her ... and that you love me. I didn't feel you loved me any less because you made love to her ... I was grateful that you did it ... that you made love to her ... because I love her too. Am I making sense?" "Oh, yes," I responded. "You are just learning one of the most important lessons in the world. When you really love someone else you put their needs, wishes and wants above your own -- even when their pleasure happens to be with someone else. To me that's a very high state of awareness ... a very high spiritual plane." Feeling Chris' naked body against mine had made me hard again, almost as if the minutes with Holly hadn't resulted in an orgasm for me. Chris felt me too, and soon crouched over me aligning her pussy with my cock so we could join ... and then she allowed her velvet warmth to swallow my cock. We were very tender with each other this time. We were passionate, but it was the warm fuzzy kind that permeates to your greatest depth to let you know you're loved and live in a loving universe. We orgasmed, and then just cuddled for an hour. Finally, we showered together in the small shower stall amidst giggles and laughter over our antics to try to share the spray from the terrible showerhead. We dressed and went down to join the others and have lunch. Jim Meets the Coeds Ch. 02 Chapter 2 -- Jim Visits Mel and Three Coeds Sarah was a very sound sleeper. When I rose in the early morning, I tiptoed from the bedroom so as not to wake this beautiful young woman. I put on my running clothes in the hallway and crept downstairs. Just as I reached the living room and started to put on my sweatshirt, I heard motion upstairs -- the creaking of floorboards and the latch of a door. I waited to see who was up to let them know I was going out for a run. Chris appeared; she was naked but carrying her running clothes. She came and kissed me, and thrust her hips into mine. "You sounded like the two of you were having a good time last night. It took every bit of will power I had not to bust in and join you. Please wait for me to get dressed; I want to run with you." She pulled on her jogging togs, and we were out the door. "Come on," she said, "let's run ... and go get in touch with the Universe." We traveled the same route we'd done the day before and ended sitting Indian style on the fifty-yard line inside the quiet stadium as we each meditated. Chris impressed me, that she so willingly did this; I thought I was the only weirdo on the planet. We hadn't really talked about her spiritual interests. I slipped into a different plane and left this world for a while. The awareness I had as I started to return to consciousness was to love everyone and to feel comfortable with my new friends and lovers as I added them to my extended family. Chris had been waiting patiently for me as I blinked my eyes open. When I acknowledged her, she came and knelt with me and held me. We kissed. "Do you feel daring?" she asked. I nodded with a grin. "Well, come with me," Chris said and pulled me over to one side of the stadium. We vaulted the wall into the seating area, climbed the stairs in the lower tier and then took one of the wide staircases upward, and that another still farther upward. She led me through a doorway, and we ended at the very top row of the huge stadium, right next to the press box where the cameras and announcers look down on the playing field. There was a wind baffle in front of one of the doors about five feet wide that blocked visibility to the field and protected the press box door; I guessed its purpose was to keep wind gusts from racing into the press box. Behind the baffle, we were completely hidden except to someone almost on top of us. Chris pulled her sweatshirt up over her head, followed by her sports bra. I did the same with my clothing. She came into my arms, rubbing her erect nipples across my chest. We both moaned. She yanked my running shorts down and grabbed my semi-erect penis and wrapped her lips around it. I had not showered since the night before. Suddenly, she went "Yummmmmmm. I bet what I'm tasting is you and Sarah. Your juices taste divine. I must clean out her pussy the next time you fuck her." I hardened right up hearing those remarks. Chris pulled her own running shorts off. We lay our clothing on the part of the bench seat behind the wind baffle; Chris lay back atop the clothing, and I straddled the bench and inserted myself into her pussy, pulling her legs over mine. As I pulled on her legs, her body thrust onto my cock; I started a slow rhythmic motion going deep into her. I could look into her eyes, I could watch her full breasts oscillate with our motion, I could look down -- as she could -- and actually watch my cock disappearing into her cunt on my in stroke. God, she was sexy. I told her so, and she smiled and urged me to go faster. I did. She talked to me as we fucked: "I love to see your cock going in and out of my pussy -- my cunt. I love it when you pull almost all the way out, sometimes I can even see your mushroom head or the ridge around the head, and then you penetrate me again. Each time you penetrate me is like a new experience for me. God, I lust for you like I've never wanted anyone else. I never want to stop fucking you. I want to carry your cum around in me all day -- hell, all year! Cum in me. Give it up. Cum. Oh shit. I am so fucking horny right now. God, you turn me on. Ooooooooh noooooo! Cum, now, quick!" I did. She did. We did. I love verb conjugations when they all refer to having a mind-blowing orgasm in a public place. I briefly imagined the entire stadium rising to their feet and cheering as we came. Everyone would be yelling "Encore! Again! Do it again!" I un-arched and opened my eyes from my orgasmic high just as Chris did the same thing. I leaned into her and kissed her however, given our starting position, the move forced us to uncouple. When I rose from the kiss, I could see the rivulet of cum starting from her pussy. I knelt next to her and pulled her legs over my shoulder, burrowing my mouth into her pussy. Now, I noticed we were visible to most of the stadium had anyone come in and looked around. I sucked a lot of our juices out as she watched and moaned. Just as I was about to stop, Chris moaned and whispered, "Oooooooh fuck" and came again; she clasped my head between her legs for thirty seconds as she peaked. I didn't stop lapping because she had just injected a whole load of her nectar into her pussy area; I sucked that from her, and only then did I stop. We dressed and retraced out steps down and out of the stadium. Before we started running, Chris and I held each other close. She looked at me, "Jim, I love you. I can't believe I didn't even know you two days ago, and now I love you. You've also made me love me more too. And you've opened my eyes to the love around me in the other women and in Robbie. I guess I'm suddenly a 'love slut'." She smiled at herself. I kissed her tenderly. "If you are a love slut, then I'm one too. I'm so glad that you feel this way, most importantly that you feel comfortable loving and sharing with the others instead of being guilty, jealous, or possessive." "Oh, I could be possessive," Chris said as we broke into a trot, "but I know I can't offer you all the things that the others in your life provide you. I know you like variety. I know you like to know that the people that love you can love the other people that you love -- God that's a tongue twister; you know what I mean." I nodded as we trotted down a campus path. She went on, "I am so glad that you have other people that love you and fill your needs -- and it makes me love them too, even the ones I haven't met. I know you feel that way about me too. I know if I were to fall in love with someone else, you'd love that person too and urge me to follow my bliss with him -- or her. I really think you've changed all of us by giving us this philosophy. None of us will ever have a traditional relationship again." As we crossed one normally busy street that was almost empty at this early morning hour, I said, "Giving love away and sharing is not a zero sum game. If you give it away, you don't lose it. Instead, you get tenfold back. The more you give; the more you get. I often don't understand why most people haven't discovered this. It works with charity too and lots of other emotions and things you share with people. The more you give away; more you get back. One of my friends calls it the 'Law of Circulation'." We got back to a house that was still sleeping soundly. Chris and I went up to her bedroom, showered, and lay nude together in her bed, lightly stroking and fondling each other. I was trying to decide whether to get a little more passionate with her when we heard a scratching on the door. Chris said, "Come in," and Sarah peaked in. We gestured for her to join us in bed. She had on a short robe that showed off her beautiful legs, but shed that so she was nude as well as she snuggled in beside me. Now, I had two beautiful women to stroke and smooth. Oh, life is hard some days. We were talking about life and the world when about half an hour later we heard another soft knock, and this time a very-naked Mel came and joined us. Since my sides were all taken, Mel snuggled up behind Sarah and took over some of the stroking and smoothing that I'd been doing to her. Sarah purred. Finally, Holly joined us -- she stripped off her PJs and got behind Chris. I thought, my God, now I'm in bed nude with four naked nymphs -- how lucky can a man get? Eventually, Robbie found us all. He stood in the doorway and took in our little tableau with a big grin and an inflating penis, then came and took the last available slot on the bed behind Holly. Holly shifted so he could lay his rising cock between her legs; eventually, he penetrated her and started to hump into her slowly as the rest of us shifted position and watched. Chris rotated away from me so she could stroke Robbie's balls and cock as he thrust into Holly, and she could kiss and cuddle Holly who was rapidly on another journey to the new heaven she'd found that weekend. Watching the sex act next to me made me hard too. Sarah was quick to notice, and her hand stroked me until I became a steel rod again. I turned to her and slid into her pussy, Mel helping hold her open and stroking her breasts and clit as I started to pump into her. Sarah was primed and fired off into an orgasm almost immediately. I paused to give her a chance to recover; kissing her and telling her I loved her. She reached down and pulled me from her pussy; "Do Mel. Fuck Mel," she told me. She pulled my cock in the direction of Mel's pussy. Mel winked at me and then started to move in my direction; however, she paused in front of Sarah and lowered her head to Sarah's wet pussy. She leaned in and sucked and licked. Sarah hadn't bathed since our trysts the night before, plus she'd fired off at least one round of juices as we all lay in Chris' bed. Mel got it all. Finally, she rose, lapping her lips, and said, "Yummmm! Cum and pussy juice. My kind of breakfast!" Mel then pushed me down and mounted me, slithering her went pussy down my hard rod in one long, slow move of delightful penetration. At the bottom, when I was fully in her tight cunt, she brought a breast to my mouth; I willingly accepted the challenge and sucked it in with all my might. I could feel her pussy spasm around my cock as I did so. Mel said, "Oh, my God, you make me tingle ... all over. Do that and I'll cum in thirty seconds." She did, and so did I. Watching and feeling the whole house full of sex addicts together in one bed, fucking and sucking one another was too much visual and thought stimuli for me not to cum -- and even remain hard. I shot my load of pleasure into Mel. When she came and she dropped onto my chest, pulling away slightly only to rub her nipples around through my chest hair, something she'd discovered brought us both pleasure and stimulation when I'd taken her virginity in Florida a couple of years earlier. Sarah watched as she stroked her own clit in a lazy, masturbatory kind of way. When Mel and I parted, Mel started to look around for a tissue. I started to move to suck and lick her clean, but Sarah stopped me. "Don't!" she said firmly yet with a smile, "I've never sucked a pussy before, but I've seen you do it, Chris do it, I've had it done to me, and now I want to try." With that, she moved down and put Mel's shapely legs over her shoulders and buried her face into Mel's beautiful pussy. We all heard the first loud slurp of juices as her inexperienced mouth started to vacuum up the fluids in Mel's cunt. Both Mel and Sarah moaned loudly in happiness over the event. Sarah was aggressive in her cleanup efforts and a few moments later, Mel climaxed again. Sarah rose and kissed her; looking most pleased with herself. Her mouth and cheeks glistened with the excess of Mel's juices. "I can't believe how good that tastes," Sarah exclaimed happily. "I've got a new hobby! Sign up sheets will be on the refrigerator this afternoon!" While I'd been fucking Sarah, I'd heard Holly climax loudly behind me. I wasn't surprised when I turned on the bed to see what was happening behind me and saw Robbie buried to the hilt in Chris jettisoning his last pulse of semen into her body. The two of them had just cum as well, and with Holly watching and encouraging the pair, the three of them were enjoying the afterglow of their late morning fucks. "I need a rest!" I proclaimed. "Isn't Sunday supposed to be a day of rest?" "No," Holly announced, "It's a day dedicated to fucking, eating pussy, and catching up on all the homework that you didn't finish last week I'm afraid to say. I've got a paper on genomics due tomorrow; however, if anyone wants to fuck or eat pussy I will gladly breakaway and take a study break." She grinned at us all, and we laughed in our languor over her remark. Holly reluctantly pulled away from her side of the bed and sashayed out of the room with a sexy waggle of her naked hips. Mel got up, pulled Robbie from Chris' vagina, and led him from the room holding onto his flaccid cock. We laughed at the popping sound his exit made; Chris' groaned over his departure, and the rest of us laughed. Sarah departed next pleading homework. Chris and I snuggled in together until my stomach growled; "Oh my," she said, "Someone needs some instant energy. OK, it's lunch time." Jim Meets the Coeds Ch. 02 I gently slid Holly's bra down her arms without touching her skin. She gave a huge sigh of relief that I finally started moving into one of her erogenous zones. Chris came around and joined me in front of our lover; she took Holly's left breast and I took her right. We both started to romance our lover with our tongues, our lips, our fingers, our hair, anything we could think of. Holly stood with her legs apart for stability, her hands at her side -- but occasionally reaching to stroke one of us, her head was back with her eyes closed. She appeared to be in a sexual trance, just absorbing the erotic sensations we were providing her. This went far beyond anything we had done that morning to please her. Holly had an orgasm sweep through her. She squeaked loudly and tried to grab our heads and hold them to her breasts. She captured Chris' head but not mine. Her hips thrust forward, but there was no body there to push back. After she peaked, a low wail came from deep inside her. Chris and I went back to her breasts, and worked our way lower, making eye contact and dropping our focus by unspoken agreement. Holly had on a bikini brief with an absorbent pad stuck inside to catch her drippings from her fucks earlier in the day. I chuckled as I pulled them from her, thinking of all the fluids she would have dripping from her before we let her sleep that night. As she stepped from the delicate briefs, I led her backwards until she sat on the edge of Chris' king-size bed. Her head was still back with her eyes closed in total submission. I pushed her back until she was prone. I looked at Chris and posed an unspoken question to her. She smiled at me in happiness and dropped between Holly's legs. She gently ran her tongue up Holly's right thigh; Holly jerked her legs up above her and held them in the air, exposing her pussy for maximum availability. Chris adjusted and moved her tongue a little closer to Holly's pussy. I could see her waggling her tongue through Holly's natty pubic hair. Holly was already writhing about. I pulled Holly up slightly to make her more comfortable, putting a pillow under her head so she could watch us if she wanted to. Chris moved into Holly's slide, making sure to run her tongue deep into the little flap of skin that protected her clitoris. Each time she did this Holly jerked wildly and sometimes slapped the bed covers with her hands. Finally, Holly came again, shrieking in a long, loud moan as the spirit of pleasure attacked her body. "Ooooooh, my God!" she screamed. As she floated down, she opened her eyes and looked at the two of us, still dressed and still desirous of bringing her pleasure. Her eyes almost pleaded with us to continue and to never stop delivering the kind of pleasures we were capable of. I asked Chris, "Can you do that again while I go and get something?" She nodded. I left Holly's breasts and slipped out of the room. In the kitchen, I got a fruit pop from the freezer. I peeled the paper from the cock-shaped ice stick and thrust the strawberry flavored ice into my mouth to take the edge off its coldness. I raced back up the stairs to my lovers. Chris was madly thrusting her tongue into Holly's cunt, fucking her with her tongue. She looked at me with a puzzled, expression when she saw the popsicle stick in my mouth; then, suddenly, she knew. She backed away from Holly. I knelt before Holly and ran my ice cold, strawberry flavored tongue up her slit. She jerked doubly hard and moaned loudly. I stuck a couple of fingers into her pussy to be sure she was ready for what I had in mind. She was. I poised with ice pop ready to penetrate her and looked at Chris; she nodded, encouraging me to do the deed. I did. I thrust the popsicle into Holly's cunt in one smooth move. Holly's body came vertically off the bed. Every muscle in her body contracted. She orgasmed and spasmed and jerked and writhed, all at the same time. Her shriek might have alerted the campus police ten blocks away. I pulled the pop from her cunt with a rapid jerk. Holly yelled in pleasure, "Oh, my God, you're trying to kill me - THAT was intense!" Chris came back to Holly's vagina and blew hot air onto and into her pussy, running a couple of fingers deep inside her, even holding her vagina open to her warm breath. I sucked on the pop, enjoying Holly's juices. Chris looked at me and nodded again as she pulled away. I again thrust the ice pop into Holly's pussy and got much the same reaction as before. "Oooooooooooh, shit! Ooooooooooh, fuck!" She came again, only ninety seconds after her previous spasm. I jerked the pop from her cunt again. Chris and I repeated the hot and cold cycle again with the same results. Holly was a shuddery mass of jello-like flesh in the middle of Chris' bed and now her cold pussy tasted like strawberry. How nice! Chris and I looked at each other with satisfied looks on our faces. A weak little voice from the middle of bed floated over to us, "Don't I get fucked? I'd love to have some cock too." Chris and I burst out laughing over the plaintive plea. "Go to it, Mister," Chris said to me as she started to unbutton my shirt. I pulled her blouse out too, and we proceeded to strip each other down to complete nudity. How nice. We admired our handiwork and share several passionate kisses. Chris grabbed my cock and put it in her mouth; she sucked me to complete hardness and then aimed me at Holly's exposed pussy -- she acted as if she were firing shots at her quim. I knee walked up the bed and thrust my cock into Holly's sticky, strawberry flavored pussy. She shrieked with pleasure and then squeaked loudly during my first several thrusts into her. Her sounds actually made me harden further than Chris had left me, but then fucking does that to me. I pulled Holly's legs over mine so we could both watch my cock moving in and out of her body. She watched with great interest. I leaned in often and smoothed or pinched her breasts and nipples. They were swaying wildly as we fucked. Chris moved up to suck on one of Holly's breasts. At the same time she was doing this Chris opened her legs in front of me and started to massage her clit with one hand. God what a provocative sight: Holly with my cock buried in her tight pussy and breasts swaying, and gorgeous and naked Chris masturbating and showing me her open cunt. Finally, Chris couldn't stand it any longer, she reached over and on one of my strokes out of Holly's pussy she grabbed my cock and pulled me out and to her mouth, sucking mostly Holly's juices from my cock. "My God, this tastes good, even a little like strawberry. Holly, I'm going to be knocking on your door a lot. You are divine, and I love your musky scent too." She thrust my cock back into Holly's pussy and went back to masturbating, then repeated sucking Holly's juices off me again ... and again. Her sexual creativity inspired me. I couldn't hold off with all the sensations and sight pictures. With only a few seconds warning I blasted my wash of cum into Holly's tight pussy. When I'd given my "I'm near" comment, Chris had moved into stroking Holly's clit in high gear. Thus, Holly fired off in her orgasm about the same time I did. I could feel her recent virginal muscles ripple uncontrollably around my thrusting cock. Then, I was as deep into her body as I could be, clutching Holly's body to mine as I filled her cunt to the brim. Through my orgasm, I watched as Chris brought herself to a climax a few seconds or so after we had ours. We fell together as our climaxes past. I remained in Holly and asked her to allow me to stay for a little while so I could her enjoy her warmth and tightness. She looked so content. I pulled Chris' sexy body against us, and we worked out how three people can soul kiss each other at the same time. I withdrew from Holly at Chris' insistence. She lapped me clean, and then moved into Holly's cunt and sucked the combined mixture of my cum and Holly's juices. When she surfaced, she had cum and cunt juice all over her cheeks and chin. I wasn't about to remove the sexy juices from her; I found the sight of them stimulating and attractive. I leaned in, and French kissed her. Holly slipped from the bed to use the bathroom, as Chris and I started to get into it. I wasn't even aware of her absence until she reappeared sucking on a grape popsicle. She looked at me. I guess it was my turn in the barrel somehow. Holly knelt over me and pulled the ice-cold stick from her mouth and inhaled my cock. "Oh my God, Holly!" I shouted as her ice cold tongue and lips encircled by semi-flaccid cock. She sucked me clear to the back of her mouth and every square millimeter of her mouth was absolutely frigid. The stimulation to my warm cock was tremendous. I wasn't even sure whether it was deflating or expanding the sensations were so severe. I could have even cum and not known it. Turns out, I didn't. When she pulled off me, Chris' warm mouth enveloped my cock, and I went to the other extreme. The cold had now made Chris' orifice seem like a hot sex pocket in her body. Chris deep throated me, forcing my cock all the way into her mouth and throat until her nose was pressed against my pubes. Chris yanked her mouth from my cock and Holly immediately took as much of me into her icy mouth as she could. Chris moved by her and coached her in how to deep throat me. Holly made a couple of attempts, and then started to succeed in suppressing her gag reflex so she could get me all the way down her throat. Even her throat felt like the middle of an Arctic winter. She pulled off me, and then Chris and Holly changed places again. I could feel the cum boiling in my insides and wanting to head for outer space. This time, they let me air-dry a little -- each of them blowing softly onto my sweating cock. It was stimulating yet gave me a chance to cool down from my imminent climax. Chris was sitting with her pussy wide open to the world as she waited for us to decide our next moves. Suddenly, Holly thrust what was left of the grape popsicle into her cunt. Chris rolled back on the bed with the wooden handle of the popsicle sticking out of her pussy. She slammed her hands into the bedcovers, clawing at the covers, yet amazingly leaving the stick inserted in her. She clearly had an orgasm, maybe even ten times over. She was whining and moaning so loudly we thought the others in the house would intervene. A couple of minutes after Chris' climax passed, Holly grabbed my butt and pushed me to Chris. Holly reached down and plucked the popsicle from Chris' pussy, lined me up and pushed me forward so I willingly penetrated into Chris. "Oh, my God! Again!" I shouted. Chris' pussy was ice cold -- as cold as the iced grape popcicle that had just been inside her. Now, I knew -- I hardened into a diamond hard cock, and I felt ready to cum. I thrust hard and fast into Chris, trying to use the friction to build up some heat between us. It didn't work. She used her legs to jam me into her cunt too. To her, I was a fiery stick that seemed to sear the inside of her cunt; to me she felt like dry ice, surrounding me with an icy glove. We lasted through about two minutes of hard and rapid fucking before we exploded into each other. Our orgasms were stupendous. We both shouted our glee and passion and the dirty words to emphasize our union: "Oh, you beautiful icy slut. Feel my hot cock in your cunt. I'm going to spray you with hot cum ... fill you with fire juice," and from Chris, "Feel my iced cunt. Iced juices are there for you to suck. Fuck me. Drive that cock into me. Fill me with your hot man fluid. I want your cum. Warm me up. Oh, you feel divine. Oooooooooooh, noooooo!" I forced myself to remain in Chris' pussy after I blasted my hot load into her, and we each felt the temperatures in our cock-pussy regions slowly return to normal as the minutes ticked by. Chris told me she could actually feel my warm semen erupt from my body and wash her insides. She clenched me to her and said, "That was soooooo sexy ... and so loving. I want to feel that again sometime. What a rush!" Holly sat in a provocative pose beside the two of us looking most pleased with herself. Finally, she said, "Hey, I got two for the price of one." She bent down and started to suck our combined juices from Chris' pussy. Chris was jerking around the bed and enjoying the sensations. I watched the sexy show wishing I had more resilience. The two women pleased themselves, and then the three of us curled up and slept. Jim Meets the Coeds Ch. 02 Saturday night, I took everyone to a late dinner at a real dive my editor, Paul Davies, had recommended to me. We sat around having a few beers and dancing while everyone took a study break. The place was dark, smelled of stale beer, and was full of mostly underage Ohio State students. I joked that I raised the average age in the place by about ten years. Mel and Chris were hanging on me, often kissing me, and running their tongues into my ear. Sarah and Holly sat close by except when all five of us hit the dance floor. Several guys were watching our group dynamics and looking for an edge where they could cut a couple of the girls from our group. Finally, one guy asked Sarah to dance; the guy and she put on a real show of dirty dancing. After a couple of dances they came back to our table. He was just getting ready to make his 'big move' when Sarah sat in my lap and thrust her tongue into my mouth. She looked me in the eyes and said, "Let's go fuck, I'm horny!" just loud enough so her dance partner could hear her comment. The guy's mouth dropped open. I'll never know what stories he made up to rationalize his failure to score. Holly was having a ball watching the whole scene; later she confided that she'd never had the confidence to go to a place like that even with a crowd. She sat on my lap for a while too, and we nuzzled as the guys continued to watch with jaws dragging on the floor. I told the girls they were really stroking my ego; they all promised to stroke something else later. At least that night, we all partook of sexual pleasures from each other. One man with four women seems like a dream, but when you want to please everyone you feel guilty that you don't have a sixty-second recovery time. That night I lined the women up by twos. One woman was eating another while I alternated doggy style between the two whose pussies were in the air. Overall, this approach created quite a few orgasms. I managed to hold off for a cycle as the women changed places, and then I blasted my load into Holly's pussy as she was going down on Sarah. The two women actually came together, a testament to thinking globally and acting locally. We all petted, sucked, and stroked for a while, and then I recovered. The second time that night I blew into Mel, coating the inside of her cunt with a lovely white wash of my white cum. Chris finished with most of it when she'd sucked it from Mel's pussy. That night Chris, Mel, and I slept together. In the morning, Chris slept in and I showed Mel where we could fuck in Buckeye Stadium -- the same place Chris had shown me a week before. She loved the risk we took and promised to take Robbie there on his next visit, even if it were in the middle of a raging snowstorm. Her comment made me hope that Robbie was buried to the limit in either Lynn or Karen; I wanted them to be happy with their sex life even when I wasn't there. Jim Meets the Coeds Ch. 02 We trotted back to the house. Chris tried to add her reassurance regarding my television appearance to what Mel had told me only a short time earlier. I felt nervous and on edge. At home, we showered together, and I went off to the publishing house, still hoping to finish the galley proofs that day. Even with all the love I felt for Chris, Mel, Sarah, and Holly, I missed Lynn and Karen and wanted to see them again. I finally felt homesick. I spent the morning making proof marks on the printed pages I'd been provided. I finished the book before noon. Paul and I went to lunch, and then I headed to the television studio for my mid-afternoon interview before a live studio audience. My palms were sweaty, my knees were knocking, my pulse was racing, and I kept having to urinate. At the studio, a young and pretty production assistant came and retrieved me from reception and took me to the makeup room. "We'll just touch you up a little so you don't reflect too much under the studio lights," she explained. Another woman came in and proceeded to work on my face for ten minutes. As she finished, a young tech came in and fitted me with a wireless microphone. The first girl escorted me to a waiting room with six-month old magazines and torn chairs. The door burst open about half-an-hour before show time and Maggie Moore came bursting into the room. Maggie, I had been told, was the hottest thing on TV in the Midwest. Her show was syndicated and ran on all the channels in the state from three to four o'clock just prior to the nationally syndicated Oprah Show. She was big stuff and destined for a national slot on one of the major networks. She was cordial and friendly, and actually helped reduce my nervousness. She told me a few of the questions she planned to start with so that I'd have some time to think about them. She firmly told me that she wanted to be provocative, yet not cut me off at the knees or ruin our chances with the book. She looked me in the eye and said, "I want you to look good. I'm not the kind of emcee that's out to make you look bad. If we get in a blind alley for some reason, I'll sense it and take us in a different direction." She actually gave me a hug and told me not to worry, just be relaxed, and it would all be over within thirty or forty minutes of when we started. She was the expert. Only then, did I figure out that I was the key attraction on this afternoon's show. She led me up to the studio. A man in shirtsleeves was explaining to the audience how they should applaud when the "applause" sign came on, and laugh and go Oooh and Aahh when they felt like it. He explained the mechanics of the show, and told them how the cameras would be moving around and often taking pictures of them. The audience, mostly women, all instantly adjusted their hair and checked their makeup. I was given a seat where I could watch the start of the show from the wings of the stage. Then, I got the surprise of my life. Mel, Chris, Sarah, and Holly all suddenly appeared in the studio, each dressed to the nines. They came to me, and each woman hugged and kissed me and wished me luck. I noticed a camera taking pictures of the five of us, although we weren't on the air. There was a lot of touching and public loving; we ended with a group hug. After their loving wishes were completed, the four of them melted into the audience where four front-row seats appeared to already have their purses and coats on them. They'd gotten there very early to be able to hold those front row seats. God, I loved them. The audience got revved-up by the announcer, canned music started playing, everyone stood and started cheering and clapping, and Maggie Moore came out and did her little dance that was apparently her trademark entry. She stood and did a short monologue that provoked lots of laughter, and then talked about who would be on the show that day and what we'd be talking about. It felt weird to hear my name mentioned; my God, I would be on television in seconds! I tried to suppress my urge to run out the side door. I could hear some commercials playing in the background. Maggie's production assistant came and stood by me. She explained that when it was time she'd give me a nudge; I was to walk out, hug and kiss Maggie, and sit in the big beige chair next to Maggie's desk while she interviewed me. I suddenly had to pee again, but it was too late. I held my legs together. Maggie went into a more extensive recitation of my background and my qualifications as an author and sociological researcher, and then she said, "And now, please give a warm welcome to Dr. Jim Rice." The production assistant gave me a large shove to Maggie. Amazingly, I strode confidently onto the stage and into the bright lights as the audience applauded. I gave a Hollywood hug and kiss to Maggie who gestured me into the large, beige chair. After her welcome, Maggie started, "Jim, you have two books about to come out any day right?" I nodded, and she went on, "One is guaranteed to be a best seller if your readers understand what a 'polyandrous relationship; is. Right?" "I guess you could say that, Maggie. Our society is still fascinated by different sexual life styles and certainly a relationship with mature, multiple partners in it is bound to hold fascination for many. It did for me, and that's what drew me into researching this life style and many extended family units that live that way." Maggie asked, "How many people live this way?" "Well, we estimate that of the 77 million family households in the country that between a half and two-percent are based on an intimate relationship between three or more people. That means there are between about half a million and two million households in polyamorous relationships in the United States." The whole audience went "Ouuuuuuu." "What's the basis for such a relationship, Jim, and what about jealousy?" Maggie asked. I responded much as I had to Eleanor Davies a few nights earlier and talked about love, and how it was inconsistent with possessiveness and jealousy, that jealousy was a learned response that could be changed, and that real love dealt with unconditionally loving your partners and seeking to make them happy. I happened to catch Chris' eye, and she was smiling at me confidently, sitting forward on her seat in rapt attention. She looked beautiful, and I felt her smile calm me. When I shifted my gaze to Mel, Sarah, and Holly, they too were sitting on the edge of their seats leaning forward. Then, Maggie tossed me a curve ball, "Jim, don't you live in a relationship like this? Before you answer, I want to show our audience a little film clip one of our cameramen caught about fifteen minutes ago." She gestured to a monitor next to her desk. Up on the monitor came a two-minute clip of Mel, Chris, Sarah, and Holly hugging and kissing me, and wishing me good luck on the show. I was truly shocked and temporarily speechless. Suddenly, I saw that the picture had changed to a live shot of the four women sitting in the studio audience, each looking sophisticated, educated, sexy, and very much her own woman. Maggie gave a brief exclamation of the clip, "Ladies and gentlemen, you just watched a film clip of some of Jim's extended family wishing him well on this show. It was taken about ten minutes before we went on the air. Who are these women Jim?" She gestured to the four girls in the front row. I looked at Maggie trying to figure out what her next three questions were going to be, but nothing came to mind. I thought I was sinking fast. "The gorgeous women you refer to are part of my extended family, as you put it. I love each of them dearly, and I hope they feel the same way about me." Maggie tossed a question out to the four women, "Ladies, are you in love with this man?" A chorus of "Yes," "Absolutely," "The man of my dreams," and "I can't imagine anyone better," echoed through the studio up to the stage from my four lovers. The rest of the audience gave a huge round of applause. I wasn't sure whether they were applauding the girls or me or both ... or for that matter why. Maggie turned to me, "How can you manage to keep these women happy?" Then, she added, "and satisfied?" The audience laughed, but leaned forward with curiosity. I laughed too; I was getting into this TV thing. "Well, for one I believe in better living through chemistry. There are some marvelous drugs for men on the market that enables us to have improved endurance, staying power, and recovery time. Fortunately for me, the times they all ask for simultaneous satisfaction are rare, but not unheard-of. Lastly, we all love each other, and they are forgiving of me being a mere male of the species -- complete with all my limitations." The mostly female audience broke into uproarious laughter. I'd apparently turned the table on Maggie; she appeared speechless. "Do you mean you've made love to all four of those women at once?" "Yes," I responded. I didn't elaborate. Maggie sat back in her chair and looked into the camera. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a very unique person with us today. Wow!" She segued to a commercial break. I was nervous about where she was going next, so when we returned from the station break and Maggie re-introduced me, I jumped in before she could ask another question. "The premise that a man or woman can only love one person is one that an increasing number of people challenge on many levels -- emotional and physical are just two of them. Intellectually, you can imagine it by realizing that you can have two or four or six children and love them all. For some reason, when it comes to our 'mates' we limit ourselves to only one, yet if you think about it there's no particular reason for it other than some artificial societal norms. Historically, it might have been a necessity for survival of the race but that's no longer true today." I went on and talked about how the need for couples had been as a protective measure for women in olden days and that religions and even the pagans institutionalized monogamy. "Now that women are independent and almost on an equal footing with men that is no longer necessary in many societies." "Are you a Mormon?" Maggie shot at me. "No, I'm not," I responded, "although I did interview several Mormon families or clans as part of my research. I am spiritual as are several of my ... errr ... 'friends.' I meditate daily and believe, as many do around the world, that we are working towards a unity with a Universal God -- a God that is within us and around us." I talked about how the Mormon's viewed group marriages as well as some Biblical viewpoints on the subject; those slants on the subject seemed to satisfy Maggie and her audience. "Wow," Maggie said. "You are truly a unique individual. I must say I admire you for creating an independent life style for yourself. Don't you think it's terribly biased towards satisfying the male, though?" I saw the bait on the sexual bias question and thought for a second about how to dodge the bullet. "Actually, Maggie, I'm the lone male in an all-female household. If anything I'm probably the one at a disadvantage. I should point out that one of the women is engaged to a young man that is part of our extended family." Quick as a flash, Maggie looked out at the four women and asked, "Which one of you is that?" I saw one camera rapidly swing around to focus on the girls again. A man with boom microphone raced over to hold a mic near Mel. Mel raised her hand rather tentatively. I noticed on the TV monitor that the camera immediately zoomed in on her face. "You are?" Maggie asked. "Mel." She wisely didn't offer a last name. Maggie posed the question, "So you have two lovers?" Mel answered, "Yes," firmly and with authority. Maggie asked, "Well, how do you split your time between them?" "I've never seen it as a problem," Mel smiled and answered forthrightly. "If I'm with Jim, Rob ... errr ... my fiancé can be with one his other loves. Or vice versa." "Do you feel ... taken advantage of? Or, how can I say this, sluttish?" Maggie asked. Mel was on it, "Oh no, quite the contrary. I feel more loved and cared for than anyone else in your audience except my friends. I know I have two hunky men and all my friends that I can always turn to and absolutely count on in any situation, any time, anywhere. They will move heaven and earth to restore me to happiness and joy, and I will do the same for them. You don't find many people that you can say that about today. Our relationships are far from shallow sexual trysts that take place and blow away on the next wind. No, we have deep feelings and commitment to each other; more I might add that I've seen in many marriages -- including my parents." Mel nodded authoritatively; I was proud of her. Maggie was speechless again, and the production girl was practically jumping up and down and waving her arms trying to get her attention for a commercial break. Finally, Maggie got a hold of herself and cut to the break. After the commercial break, Maggie had composed herself and started wrapping up with me, "Jim, you are one of the most interesting guests we've had on this show. I'm also glad you brought your ... family with you to be in our audience." Maggie turned to the camera, "I'm going to ask Jim to come back in a few weeks so we can talk longer about polyamorous relationships and other relationship subjects. Meanwhile, Jim's book comes out next week, here's what the cover will look like," she held up a mock-up of the cover the publisher's PR person had apparently given her, "so please get a copy starting in a week or two. Jim, please stay with me." Maggie reached over and touched my arm in an intimate manner. She went on, "We have a special singing guest with us today, Ohio's own Lori Harding who's going to Hollywood as part of the next American Idol competition." The audience broke into spontaneous applause, and all attention shifted to a side stage where a small band started the introduction to a rock and roll ballad. Lori did have a pleasant voice. I just sat back and watched; figuring that my part on the show had been pretty well completed. After Lori Harding's song, Maggie left me and walked out to greet her with a wireless mic in hand. The two talked for a couple of minutes, and then the band started playing the show's closeout theme song. Maggie gestured me over. I came and met Lori, caught a pretty a good kiss from her, and then we stood as the audience gave us all a round of applause. I heard a voice from back stage shout, "Your off." The production assistant rushed up to me, "Thanks, you were great." She pulled the microphone from my rear belt loop and lapel. Maggie came up and said, "You were perfect. This will be a famous show thanks to you. I hope we help your books sales. I'm so glad your Mel and friends were in the audience. She was great. I hope you bring her the next time." "Maggie," I said, "they are each their own person. I don't control them. They are not 'my' anything except a person I love." I smiled at her, so I didn't come across as harsh or tutorial. She got the message and nodded. She added, "I wish I were part of your harem. Maybe we should talk more about that next time." She caught my shocked look and gave a giggle; the famous Maggie Moore had just propositioned me. She hugged me goodbye in a meaningful way, and then walked away with an extra waggle of her hips. The girls and I stood in the wings getting ready to leave. The assistant asked us to stay if we could so that some of the audience members could ask informal questions, if we were OK with that. I looked at the girls, and they all thought it was all right. We stayed, moving out into the corner of the studio where we could be seen. As we stood I whispered to them that they might get some unpleasant comments and that they should prepare themselves to be called names and such. They all looked at me soberly upon that realization. The assistant walked on stage, caught everyone's attention as they prepared to leave, and announced that we would take informal questions. We were mobbed. Many women in the audience came up and asked me what drugs I used, how to get her husband-boyfriend fired up, and some other VERY intimate questions. We spent over half an hour talking with the small crowd. I also had several business cards thrust at me with open-ended invitations to get in touch with them if I were in town again and 'lonely'. No one said anything derogatory to me. The women were also fielding a whole lot of similar questions, except I thought they were at a more intimate level: "What's it like to make love to two guys at once? Were you always a lesbian? How do you choose who goes with whom? Are you bisexual, and how do you know? Don't you mind it when Jim goes off with one of the other women? Do you mind being with someone over twice your age? How'd you ever get started -- I want to do this? When Jim said you were spiritual, what did he mean? Do you have orgasms?" I actually heard some laughter from their group as they got into good side discussions. Sarah was the only one that had a bad experience; she said some woman told her she was a sinner and would burn in hell for what she was doing. I hugged her and told her she'd have a whole world of company, and that I'd hold her hand in any case. I think she got a little rattled by the Bible thumper. Although it was early, we all went for dinner at a steakhouse. We had an animated conversation that went in a dozen different directions at once. Much of what we talked about was based on questions the women had asked of them that they had trouble answering. I helped them logic out the answers, showing them how a few basic principles can serve as the basis for resolving their dilemmas. I suggested that every time they found a difficult question that rather than try to answer it, they look at the underlying principles and values they apply in their lives regarding relationships and how they live. Holly asked, "Can you give us an example?" "Sure," I replied. "One question I heard someone ask you was 'How do you decide who pairs off with who?' Well, think back to our behaviors over the past week. Did we ever have an issue with this?" They shook their heads 'no'. "We started to operate on a couple of principles or ground rules: one was threesomes or more-somes are just fine -- we don't limit our lovemaking to only one other person; another was that a woman to woman encounter is just as valid as one between a man and a woman; another was we don't always have to be in the room when some of the others of us are making love; and another was as long as we care and love the person, it's all right to have a sexual encounter with them." I went on, "So, I have to go home tomorrow. What do you all do? Well, based on just a few of those principles, you can have girl-girl relationships or encounters with all of you; you can enjoy Robbie when he's visiting again since you all expressed your care and love for him; or if one of you developed a loving and caring relationship with another person you might include them if the others felt the same way to him or her." The heads were nodding, as they understood. Mel said to her housemates, "We talked about things like this in Florida a couple of years ago. It helped me get a philosophy of life as well as understand how I fit into society without blindly adhering to its mores." Chris said, "I know you're leaving, and I just want to go on record to tell you I'm really going to miss you. I know we'll all feel that way. Having each other in our open relationship will help, but it won't be same with you gone." "I'm not sure when I'll be back; however, Thanksgiving is about five or six weeks away and all of you are invited down." I grinned at them; "This year will be the Third Annual Thanksgiving Day Orgy." I started eating and left it to Mel to explain about the event and who the participants were. The others all looked interested. Jim Meets the Coeds Ch. 02 Back at the house, I suggested that instead of a group session I wanted to spend individual time with each woman. This was my preference, and they all seemed content with that. I went off with Sarah first. We made tender and gentle love to each other; this seemed to be the mood she was in, and I adjusted to it. Although I didn't cum, I was able to bring her to several climaxes that really pleased her. We hugged and kissed, and I told her goodbye. I went to Mel next. We loved, and I could please her as well. We both knew I'd see her in a few weeks at Thanksgiving, so we weren't as sad about my leaving as maybe some of the others were, plus Robbie was due back in Ohio in another two weeks. I asked her to spread him around a little so the others got some physical loving. She agreed, and said she'd probably have a hard time not sharing him now that he'd been intimate with all the others. I left her two Cialis tablets for him to use while he was there, and we had a good laugh over how a twenty-seven-year old man could become a sex monster with those pills; she was pleased with the concept. I kissed her goodbye. My third visit of the evening was with Holly. She was teary about my departure, and I spent some time cheering her up. The fact that I had my cock buried in her warm pussy seemed to be the best remedy for her sadness, however. We really got into our lovemaking and worked up a sweat as we tried a dozen different positions and paces. I brought Holly to several orgasms before one of her more majestic climaxes rippled through her moist pussy in a way that milked my cock. I exploded into her with a full load, her shrieks and my moans echoing through the house. I lay with her for quite a while, holding and smoothing her as we talked about her life and future. Finally, I kissed her goodnight and goodbye. Chris was my last stop and my nighttime companion. She was in bed naked reading when I walked into her room in the nude. I got a happy smile. She said, "I hope you haven't washed. I want to suck you a bit, and I hope you have some extra flavoring from Holly and the others." I nodded. I lay beside her on the bed, and Chris moved over me into the traditional sixty-nine position. I feasted on the nectar from her moist pussy and relished her musky scent. Simultaneously, she was bringing me considerable pleasure as she sucked on my cock, even deep-throating me over and over again. Between my lust for her body and her taking me fully into her mouth and throat, I knew I'd better stop her or I'd explode down her throat; I wanted to be buried in her pussy when I came -- a matter of personal preference. "Come around," I told her. "Sit on me or let me come over you. How can I bring you the most pleasure?" "Come over me," she said. "Fuck me -- hard. Even be rough. I want to know I've been fucked when you finish. Ravish me." She spread out beneath me, raising her legs bent at the knees to give me maximum access. I jammed myself into her body, and she shrieked in a combination of surprise and perhaps pain. I immediately started to hammer into her, slamming my body into hers. The headboard started to slam against the wall. She orgasmed almost immediately, but I went on unphased. "Bitch," I told her, "I am going to fuck your brains out tonight. You will be sore and full of cum when I am through. You're my cunt! My slut! You'll fuck anything or anybody I tell you to won't you?" She nodded, an evil smile across her face. She retorted, "Yes, I will. You like to watch me fucking other people don't you? You watched Rob with his cock deep in my pussy, didn't you? That turned you on. You're a pervert just like me. I'm your whore. If you want, I'll go out and find a stranger and bring him here so you can watch him fuck me -- to put his big cock in my pussy and pump away and make me cum." Chris came again a victim of her own fantasies and images. "Ooooooooooooh, fuck!" she exclaimed as it washed through her. I kept pounding into her, adjusting my stroke so the headboard didn't rattle the wall quite so much. "You're right. I like watching you get fucked. Sometime when we have more time you can bring another person in and fuck his brains out while I watch. I hope he'll have a monster cock. One that'll stretch you out and leave a gaping hole in your pussy. You know we'll all come over and suck you clean after he's dumped his load in you, slut! All of you are sluts. You just love to fuck anything that you can -- even each other. Isn't that right, slut?" "Yes. Yes. Oooooooooh fuck," Chris exclaimed as she started to cum yet again. This time was too much for me. I exploded with her. Our backs arched, and I held my groin against her pussy so that I was buried as deep as I could get into her; she could feel every jet, every squirt, every drop, and every twitch of my cock. The pleasure passed us, and I fell to the bed, pulling her to her side. "Oh Jim, I love you so much," she said. "I can see I'm going to be spending a lot of money on airplane tickets to come and see you, to come and fuck you. Will Lynn and Karen let me fuck your brains out? Oh, and Rachel and Bev? Who am I forgetting?" "Of course," I said, kissing her tenderly. "You haven't met them, but they think and act just the way you do -- and Mel; all of you. They share. They'll join in. They'll clean you up with their tongues. They're older than you, you know, but they're just as full of love, lust, and sexual desire as any of us. We amaze each other sometimes. It's a huge myth that your sexual desire wanes as you get older." We hugged and kissed for quite a while. Chris told me she was definitely going to come for the Thanksgiving Orgy although the rest of her family would miss her. She'd told me she came from a large family, so I knew it wouldn't devastate anyone that she was off visiting a 'boyfriend'. I felt proud to be categorized as her boyfriend and told her so. Chris dimmed the lights, and we fell asleep in each other's arms again. Chris woke me in the middle of the night, and we made love again in the near darkness of her room, the streetlight outside her window providing the only real light to see by. In that limited light, Chris' large breasts, the curves of her body, the small patch of pubic hair, all were contrasting highlights and almost amplified because of the shadows cast across her beautiful body. I loved them all. I loved her. This time our lovemaking was very tender. The words I told her as we loved were nothing like the coarse slurs and language we'd used with each other hours before, rather they were words of love, of caring, of commitment, and of devotion. We both came again, and then slept some more, again with my cum pooled in her pussy. I'd set Chris' clock, and the small chime went off at six. It was still dark outside. Chris and I hugged and kissed for five minutes then she accompanied me into the shower. As I stood there with the warm water cascading over me, Chris gave me a most memorable blowjob. I allowed her to catch my load of cum, and it splashed into her mouth with a little of the shower water. I felt totally drained by the four women. I dressed while Chris sat nude on the bed in a most alluring pose, her pussy fully exposed to me, and even her vagina showing a gaping dark hole when I could put my cock. She knew she was affecting me and loved every second of it. I came to the bed and ran my tongue up her slit; I inserted my fingers into her cunt and pumped slightly -- enough to capture some of her juices. "I'll have these to remember you by on the flight," I told her as I pulled my hand from her. She looked pleased. We hugged and kissed goodbye, her beautiful, curvy, naked body pressed against mine. As much as I hated to go, I left the house and drove to the airport to catch the combination of flights back to Sarasota -- back to Lynn and Karen. On the plane, I slept a little and even meditated. From time to time, I held my fingers beneath my nose and inhaled the musky aroma of Chris' nectar. I conjured up the sweet memories of making love to the four co-eds and dreamed ahead to what the Third Annual Thanksgiving Day Orgy might be like if all of them came and joined us. * * * * * Authors Note: This story was a continuation of The Extended Family. A follow-on story also is available entitled Mel's Wedding. The author hopes you will enjoy the whole series.