The Journalist
	by Tantra

As British Airways Flight 171 began its descent into
Heathrow airport, all Asher Gray could feel was weary
relief. For two weeks he had been in Pakistan, trying to get
the story on al Qaeda and the fate of Afghan refugees on the
mountainous border. Law and order was at best a theoretical
concept in that corner of the world, and gangs of militant
thugs added their witless and arbitrary cruelty to the chaos
of warlordism, tribal infighting  and rampant corruption.
Beaten once, threatened as a spy countless times, and nearly
broke from bribing police and local officials, he was numb.
Weeks of constant wariness and worry whether any given
moment might be his last had worn him down.  Odd now that he
was being pampered and cosseted in the luxury of business
class on a 747, on his way to the safety of London, and his
change of planes for home.

On the ground in Heathrow, he e-mailed his office to send
his work. A lot depended on this trip, and many of his
pictures could be very lucrative indeed - he'd gotten some
satisfying shots he knew would market very well. After
sending the followup message, he boarded his connecting
flight, and sat down heavily in the aisle seat.

Next to him, a voice inquired: "Asher?"

He swung to see who could know him so far from home.

"It's me. Live and in color."

He knew immediately. "Challys? God, how are you? It's been
so long -"

"Longer than I care to think about," she said. It was
Challys Kendall, a friend - and a brief fling - from years
back, from their sex-drugs-and-disco days. Back in the
eighties, they had been very young photojournalists. They
met on the road, and together they became party animals,
crawling from one coke or ecstasy score to the next, showing
up at as many naked parties as they could get into, invited
or not. She was a self-admitted sex 'freak', as he was, and
for years they indulged themselves fully in the orgy scene,
exploring their limits - and not finding them. It was a
heady time, and it came and went as all periods of wretched
excess must.

After takeoff, they got their cocktails and filled each
other in. Asher had stayed in the business, following his
love of travel, adventure and photography - a risky,
on-the-edge life that carried as much adrenaline as combat;
she followed her deep love of sex into erotic rituals, Pagan
mysticism, and Goddess worship. Sensuality had become a
religion to her, rooted in ancient practices, and she
believed the beauty of the group experience was a sacred
sharing of sexual pleasure. She was the author of several
books, which had bought her a comfortable life in a country
retreat in Big Sur. Her skill with a camera had won her a
parallel career in erotic photography, which she sold
through an elegant website that featured her philosophy as
well as her pictures. She was heading home from a vacation
on Ibiza.

"So, you're a breakout success now?" Asher asked.

"Only after fifteen years of work, then you could say it was
overnight," she replied with irony.

"I know what you mean," he said, stirring his cocktail with
a swizzle stick.

"What's your erotic photography like?"

"Hah!" she barked. "I guess you'd categorize them as a
woman's idea of dirty pictures. They're art - I think
they're beautiful - but they don't hold anything back when
it comes to being explicit."

"Really?" Asher mused, "So, who poses for you?"

"Oh, a variety of people. I know a British girl who loves
being in front of the camera with her clothes off, showing
it all, and - " she reared back to assess him - "frankly,
you two would be a striking couple. You'd make some
beautiful pictures together. You look like you're still very
much in shape."

"Well, I'm still in the gym a lot," he replied, "Too vain to
let my body go."

"That's wonderful," Challys said, "How would you like to
pose for me with her?"

Asher was surprised. "Imagine me shy!" he laughed nervously.
"I mean, she'd be a total stranger. I don't know -"

She made a dismissive gesture. "Asher, I always knew you to
be the most dependably randy man I knew while we ran
together, but you had the uncommon quality of really, truly
appreciating women, which softens it. The combination made
you devastatingly sexy."

"Well, thank you."

"I think you'd be wonderful with Julia - there'd be real
chemistry between you posing for me. Come on - stay a few
days. Prurience can be art, believe me - besides, the food
and the bunk is on me while you stay."

He could scarcely argue. "Okay, but this Pagan thing - where
it that coming from?"

"Okay," she said resignedly. "Since you'll be steeped in a
rather mystical world, you should know where Pagan sexuality
springs from." She settled back, reclined her seat a few
inches, kicked her shoes off, and began.

"I did some digging to find out why some people - like me -
are more deeply into sex than other people. We're almost
outcasts in these neo-Puritan times, rap videos and shock
movies notwithstanding. My deepest, most secret fantasy has
always been to be the High Priestess of a cult dedicated to
fucking. I knew a lot of people secretly shared this idea,
so on a whim, I decided to find them and gather a kind of
support group about me. A New-Age bookstore had several
volumes on Pagan religions in the Near and Middle East.
There was an ancient Sumerian deity named Anaiitis, the
goddess of fertility and sensuality. Later Babylon knew her
as Ishtar, the Greeks saw her in Diana, the Romans in Venus.
Babylonian farmers were given a coin as payment for bringing
in grain to be stored by the priests against famine or
hunger, and this coin could only be used to pay for sex with
Temple priestesses during spring celebrations, festivals of
Ishtar - we have inherited the word as Easter. The
priestesses' sexuality was considered sacred; since it was
the final payoff for plentiful harvests, the act itself was
worship of the Goddess. We get the word 'prostitute' from
'priestess' via this very connection. Noble families
dedicated their daughters to be Temple harlots to serve Her,
and being a Priestess - a Sacred Whore - in Her service was
considered the highest honor. Anaiitis was the very
personification of carnal desire -  bordellos had shrines to
Her; 'pleasure houses' - secluded homes of the gentry built
exclusively for sex parties - were arranged around an atrium
court dedicated to Her. She was the original Great Whore of
Babylon.. I loved Her immediately, and decided that the
Sensualist movement needed a symbol - She was it, and I
wanted to be a Priestess."

"Wow! Kinky!"  Asher ventured lamely.

"Oh God, yes, it is," Challys answered. "But I wanted to
finally pull out all the stops, to make the retreat a haven
for erotic mystics - and we have a growing group of select
couples who come, to be naked and sexually free to explore
together, and share that - that energy that makes Sensualism
so intensely special."

Asher exhaled. "Whoo! This is hot stuff."

"Amen to that, Challys said.

She continued. "Now, the Sensualist movement has a very
slick, tasty website designed to attract the more educated,
sophisticated audience the movement needs to be successful.
That means erotic art. Mainstream pornography doesn't do it
- it's become a sleazy, cheap, desperately sad cartoon of
real sensual joy and exploration. My photography certainly
could be called pornographic - Lord knows it's explicit
enough - but I try to capture that beautiful, hot energy in
sex that got lost in all the tacky pictures. And you'll find
no contrived situations, gold chains, fake boobs,
troweled-on makeup, mohawk pubic thatches, or empty-faced
bimbos in platform shoes in any photograph I make - just
natural, beautiful people doing wonderfully lewd things to
each other. This is not 'Penthouse' magazine we're talking
about."

"And we just plunge in,  in front of the camera?"

"Oh, no," she answered. "You - and Julia, when she arrives -
must be in a mood to  follow my directions as I shoot,
posing and moving in graceful ways that 'speak' to the those
who view the website, awakening them to the art of the
erotic, and expressing that we are above and beyond
'swinging' or free love - it's a hard thing to pin down,
especially on film. Julia knows this well. We're depicting
the ideal that Sensualists draw out the pleasure, extend the
gift, don't indulge the 'performance' mindset of pushing for
orgasm, suffuse the sensation throughout the body by
meditative sensuality. When climax finally does come, it is
like a glimpse of the Infinite - the French call it  petit
mort, or 'small death.' Now, imagine going beyond one
couple, but sharing and playing with a select group of
couples. People have told me just being among the fucking,
listening to the pleasuring around them, and knowing they
were a part of this - this thing of writhing, celebrating
flesh, was almost too beautiful to bear for them. It is a
mystical, Pagan thing. That's the essence of Sensualism.."

"Okay. I'll come."

"Oh, excellent," she exclaimed with delight.

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Challys' retreat was a secluded hundred acres, well away
from civilization. The parklike setting was crowned by a
redwood-beam house of almost futuristic architecture.
Artfully placed rocks set off garden paths and meandering
streamlets, and the house itself posed heroically at the
prow of a small hill. The perfect place to wander and
meditate in calm and silence.

"I spend a lot of time naked here," Challys kidded him
fondly.

"I can see why," Asher answered, "and it's a dream setting
for being naked."

"I knew you'd like it here," she replied. "I called Julia
this morning. She's running her usual five miles this
morning, but she'll be here for early cocktails. You don't
mind her coming so soon, do you? I'd like to get going."

"Oh? Well, I guess not," Asher ventured. "I'd like to meet
her sooner rather than later. So, she really runs five miles
a day?"

"Every day, rain or shine," Challys answered, "and she's a
dancer."

"I feel outclassed."

Challys laughed uproariously. "Of course you aren't, you
goof. "She's just very fit, very smart, and very sexy - you
two will get along nicely, I just know it. Don't worry about
it."

Challys was right. Julia dropped in around one, and she was
marvelous. She was of medium height, slender, and obviously
athletic. She wore minimal makeup. Small breasts topped a
beautifully formed body, and light brown, shoulder-length
hair was swept to one side in the manner of an active woman
to whom hairstyles were of secondary importance.  Her eyes
were smoky gray, and danced with amusement. She was funny.
She was quick. Asher liked her immediately. Julia knew it.
And she liked it.

The three of them enjoyed alfresco gin and tonics on the
terrace, joined later by a pitcher of perfectly mixed
margaritas.

"I've posed for Challys' camera many times," Julia told
Asher as they sipped their drinks. "I confess, I like my
body and I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, I guess. Well, a lot
more than a bit," she giggled.

"You enjoy being naked?" Asher asked. "It doesn't embarrass
you?"

Julia looked at Challys, who smiled knowingly. "Uh, you
might say I prefer my clothes off rather than on, and no, I
don't mind it you stare - I like it."

"I'd like it too," he cracked to their amusement. "But, how
about the sexual side of Challys' pictures?" Asher ventured.

"All her ideas spoke to me," Julia answered frankly. "I
love the idea of  posing very explicitly, turning people on,
making them hot, just by being free with my own body. I'm a
dancer, but a trained modern dancer - I couldn't work in a
strip club. Challys presented me with tastefully done
lustiness. I studied it closely, and the Sensualist movement
makes sense to me. Highly sexual people are widely
misunderstood - shunned in many cases, so we need a
supportive group that allows us to be free to be ourselves.
Most sex movements are for crass gluttony - Challys has
formed this wonderful thing around gourmet sexuality. It is
spiritual, respectful, and, well - I think it's art."

"Why, thank you," Challys stammered. Asher could swear she
was blushing.

They talked into the warm afternoon. Gradually, the three of
them became as old friends, and Asher basked in their
warmth. Julia smiled a great deal, laughed at his jokes, and
seemed to like what she saw when she looked at him. He
certainly liked her.

Challys delighted in regaling Julia with stories of her and
Asher's sexual adventures, and Challys took special pleasure
in details. Far from being offended, Julia seemed
interested, even fascinated. Finally, the magnum bottle
drained, Challys smiled. "We've had enough gin and tonics
and margaritas, enough to get loose, don't you think?"

Asher grinned back. "Oh, I'm feeling very loose right now,"
he said.

Julia assented. "Mmmm. I'm ready to do anything you'd like,"
she said.

"Oh good," Challys replied to them. "How would you two like
to get naked for me now?"

Julia said, "Well, finally! I thought you'd never ask," and
abruptly stood up, shucking her shoes and beginning to
disrobe.

"Well? Asher?" Challys admonished as she set up the cameras.
Asher was already slightly tumescent, and as he dropped his
slacks Julia observed, "Well, we won't have to wonder about
his being ready, do we? Let's take some pictures." She was
now naked, and she walked about, as if she were drinking in
the freedom of being without clothes. She clearly loved it.
Asher was emboldened, and stood to his full height, his
erection proudly waving before him as he stood next to a
grinning Julia. 


"Oh, you two look splendid," Challys said.

Challys used Nikon D1x digitals, just as Asher did. As she
picked out the equipment, she enthused to him about the new
technology. "I hate darkrooms, and digital photography is a
miracle to me, it really is. No film to load, and Photoshop
does more than I could ever do in the darkroom," she said.
"And there's no enlarger, no chemicals, no guesswork."

Julia was impatiently toying with her crotch with errant
fingers. "Oh, you can talk shop later. Please, let's get
started - I'm really into showing off today," she begged.

Challys looked at Asher. "Well! She certainly seems ready.
How about you?" she suggested.

He turned to Julia, making sure he had her attention. "With
a partner like this, how could I not be?" he said.

Julia became low and smoky. "You just get close," she
purred, "and we'll burn the film right out of the camera."

"God, I believe it," Asher whispered, his cock now fully
erect.

Challys said, "Okay, I have the cameras and lenses I need.
Come on, you two, let's get out of the sun." She led them
indoors, to the master bedroom, and deliberately set about
pulling the bed linens into disarray. As she unfolded her
tripods and took light readings, she said, "Okay, you two.
Get onto the bed and relax, I'll tell you what to do in just
a few moments."

Asher luxuriated on the huge bed, and Julia spread herself
nearby, coming up on one elbow to watch him. "Nice body,"
she said quietly. Very, very fit."

"Thanks," Asher replied, "you're beautiful too."

"And you have a very pretty dick," she interrupted him. "I
love nice dicks."

"Uh, thanks,"  he managed.

"It'll look great on film," Challys interjected from behind
the camera, her face hidden behind the viewfinder. "Now,
kneel together, face to face, and ju-u-u-ust touch."

Julia knelt, and Asher faced her. Her taut nipples grazed
his chest lightly, and he felt the warmth of her skin.
Challys snapped away. "Yeah, that's great. Just a few more
frames..." The motor drive whirred away, and the whole time
Julia stared into his eyes, her breasts playing with him.
His erection was growing.

"Wonderful," Challys said. "Now Asher, stand up. Julia, put
your mouth very close to the head of his cock, but stay a
half inch away, okay?"

He stood as requested, and Julia smiled up at him, then
leaned forward, blowing her hot breath on his sensitive
glans. His erection twitched, and she giggled playfully.

"Great, people," Challys said, the motor drive firing away.
"Keep it up. Julia, get even closer to it - extend your
tongue, but don't quite touch him."

"Not yet," Julia whispered to him, and she licked at him,
not making contact. Julia's tongue hovered within  a
centimeter of Asher, and its tip found a pearly drop of his
lubrication at his opening. As she withdrew, the viscous
fluid formed a string that glistened in the backlight from
the bedroom window. Asher was transfixed.

"Hold it," Challys commanded, "I gotta get that." She
grabbed another camera, and worked it handheld, climbing
onto the bed, getting closer, closer, the motor firing.
"God, that's so hot," she whispered to them, "So damned
hot."

Challys backed away. "Whew," she breathed, "that looked
wonderful. Beautiful. Now Julia, raise your left arm. Asher,
come down on your elbow and very, very slowly, kiss Julia in
her armpit. Do it with love."

Asher relaxed, sinking to the bed. Julia hovered near him,
and raised her arm. A dark tangle of curls greeted his eyes
- she did not shave. The scent of her sweat found his
nostrils, and she smelled pungently of sex. He was by now
agonizingly turned on, and he knew Julia was also - the tang
of her arousal was washing over him. He buried his mouth in
her armpit, and licked her reverently. Julia whimpered, her
breath ragged.

"Oh God, you two are the best I've ever shot," Challys said,
her voice hoarse from her own aroused state. She was still
in control, but she licked her lips and her breathing was
ever deeper as she worked the cameras. Julia was moaning
very softly, and Asher's lips strayed from her armpit,
tracing kisses delicately along her left breast toward the
nipple. Challys kept shooting, not directing, letting them
find the magic. Asher lay back, and Julia hovered her
breasts above his mouth, letting him kiss them as they swept
past him in exquisite slow motion.

"Uh, ok-okay, you two," Challys managed weakly. "Julia,
stay on your hands and knees. Asher, I want you to come in
behind her. Kiss her ass - very slowly, so I can get a
variety of shots to choose from." Julia took a pillow,
putting it under her chest, allowing her arched back to
thrust her smooth buttocks proudly upward. Asher groaned
with desire at the sight of her from behind. "God, I could
worship that," he whispered.

"Oh Asher," Challys said, "that's exactly the flavor of this
shot - you have captured the mood of Sensualism precisely,
and it will find its way into the pictures. Go ahead,
worship her."

Asher planted a kiss on Julia's left buttock. Suddenly,
Challys said "Oh what the hell -  wait a minute," and as
Asher waited, gently caressing Julia's perfect ass, Challys
put the camera down, rose from the bed, and hurriedly
stripped off her clothes. "I think the mood would be even
hotter if I were naked too," she said.

"I don't know if it could be any hotter," Asher replied,
"but I love your being naked with us. You're still as
beautiful as ever."

Challys climbed back into bed, picked up the Nikon, and put
it to her eye. "Now," she said, "start kissing Julia again.
Move toward the middle, and take your time - lick as well as
kiss as you go." Asher was in a trance of reverence, his
face so near Julia's vagina, the scent of her arousal
overwhelmingly pleasant, her opening slick with juices.
Challys kept shooting. "Slower, Asher. Slower. Let me get
everything," she chided him gently. As he kissed the top of
the crack of Julia's ass, Challys moved in above,
deliberately brushing her own breasts along his back. Her
nipples were stiff with excitement, and now a different odor
was in the air - Challys' womanly scent was mixing with
Julia's. Asher felt as if he were in a cathedral of
pleasure, and he manfully worked to restrain himself, giving
Challys a chance to create.

"Oh, you two are so beautiful," Challys murmured as she
shot. She was one-handing the camera now, using her other
hand to caress the back of Asher's shoulders. Julia was
nearly beside herself, her vagina soaked and open, nearly
begging Asher to eat her. Challys swooped low, lying on the
bed, shooting from underneath. As Asher's tongue found one
of Julia's delicate folds, Julia shuddered, and Challys
reached under him and began fondling his cock. Asher nearly
went over the edge.

"I have to touch you, I have to," she said plaintively. She
put the camera down. "I'll pick it up again in a minute,"
she said hoarsely, and dove beneath Asher to take his
erection deeply into her mouth, whimpering as she sucked
him.

"Oh God," Asher cried out, "that's too good -" Challys
abruptly stopped, picking up the Nikon again. "Sorry, that
thing dangling there had me mesmerized."

"It's -it's okay," Asher managed, but I really have to taste
this woman."

"I need it, I really need it badly," Julia's muffled voice
came.

Challys said, "Okay, but eat her slowly. Eat her the way you
used to love eating me. God, you were the best ever. No man
even came close.. Julia, open yourself to him - he adores
that."

Julia reached back with both hands, and pulled her cheeks
wide apart.

Challys knew what this did to him, and she egged him on.
"Isn't that the most beautiful sight in creation, love? Go
ahead, worship her pussy, Asher - revere it."

Challys watched from inches away, and the juices of her
excitement were now running down the insides of her thighs.
The camera whirred, and Asher dove into Julia, full-face,
from behind, directly into her spread buttocks.

Julia went over. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... my... GODdddddddd!!!" she
cried out as her lithe body heaved, sobbing, into a seismic
climax. Asher kept his face deep in her, drinking in her
juices, wallowing in the musk of her, not allowing himself
to be bucked off by Julia's flailing orgasm. As she quieted
a bit, Asher withdrew, his face slick with her. Challys took
a few frames of his face, then lowered the camera and
tongue-kissed him slowly and wetly. "Mmmmm, you taste like
pussy," she grinned, "and I've got plenty of frames left.
Show me some technique. I'm willing to bet you can get her
off again."

"If - if I can take it," Julia whimpered, a sheen of sweat
on her skin, her little fists grasping the bed linen into
swirled knots in her grasp. "That was - incredible."

"I'd love to do you again, if the photographer insists,"
Asher kidded. "Can you put up with me for a bit?"

"Oh, well - " Julia smiled weakly, "anything for - for art,
y'know."

He ran his hands appreciatively over her back, her hips and
thighs. "Good, brave girl, grit your teeth." He smiled, bent
forward to repeat the performance.

"Toy with it, Asher," Challys requested. Show the camera how
good you are. I already know, Julia's finding out, and my
pictures will tell the world's online Sensualists the rest."

Asher found his way in again, flicked delicately at the
slack pink folds of Julia's vagina, then ran his wetted
tongue around, and into, Julia's anus with expert movements.
Julia whimpered, winced at the almost-too-personal invasion,
then relaxed when she realized she liked how it felt. "Oh
my, do that to my ass again," Julia encouraged him. "Make
that part of the tour, if you don't mind."

Asher didn't mind. He lapped at Julia's sensitive anus,
wandering down into the sweet folds of her pussy, lapping
the area between, all the time being shot at close range by
Challys' Nikon. Challys herself could scarcely believe she
was able to document the pleasures Asher had given her so
many times, and she thoroughly enjoyed the pictures she was
getting. As he worked into Julia, Challys one-handed the
camera again, using the other to stroke Asher's erection and
caress them both. Julia shuddered, and surprised herself by
coming twice in quick succession. She was on a roll, and
Asher was only too happy to give her all the climaxes she
could take.

Finally, Challys said, "Now, the wonderful stuff. We can't
cover all the ideas we have in one day, but Julia's ass in
the air gives me the chance to get a shot I do want badly
for the website."

"Don't interrupt the man while he's doing me this good,"
Julia hissed playfully.

"Oh, I know," Challys answered. But there's a tradeoff. How
would you like that nice cock of his sinking into you at
long last?"

"Okay, I'm sold," Julia replied immediately. "Just direct
us."

"Asher, get up behind Julia. You'll be doing her dog-style -
her favorite. But this must go incredibly slowly, and I know
you're pretty tortured, with all the self-control you've had
to muster. Well, you're about to be rewarded for it."

Challys put down the camera, lay on her back, and put her
knees up into her chest. "Asher," she commanded, "Just fuck
me for a few strokes, then pull out and get up behind Julia.
You'll then be fully ready for her." Asher braced himself
above her, and Challys opened herself wide for him. He sank
in half an inch, and she whispered, "Asher, do you remember
this?" and she put her bare feet into his face. "I always
marveled at how much you loved that," she smiled. 

"What a gift - oh, thank you, Challys," he murmured, sinking deeply
into her, kissing and licking the soles of her feet and
toes.  

Julia picked up the camera and began shooting
pictures as he stroked into her. "God, how sweet this looks
in the viewfinder," Julia exclaimed as she shot.
"Fantastically decadent." She reached in between them,
caressing Ashers's cock as it slid in and out of Challys'
open vagina. "This is so damned hot," she said under her
ragged breathing.

Challys was breathing hard as well, close to orgasm. "Slow,
Asher," she urged, and pushed him gently away. "Now take
Julia from behind - I want to see that."

Asher mounted himself behind Julia, his penis of almost
oaklike rigidity. "Now, don't go all the way in," Challys
ordered. She raised the camera, and said, "Now, put your
beautiful cock - oh how beautiful it is -  just at the
opening, go in maybe half an inch." Julia helped by
spreading herself again, and Asher stopped an inch in. He
pulled out a bit,  his fully visible penis resting in the
moist nest, slick with juices. Challys was there, camera
whirring, as the glistening  penis rose out of Julia's
vagina. "Ah, that's pretty," Challys murmured as she worked.
"Slow - now, go deeper a bit." Asher sank again into Julia,
who was writhing with pleasure again, her heated lusts
moving her toward yet another climax. This time Asher could
not slow down; his need was simply too great for him to be
stopped. Wisely, Challys realized it. She had had all the
pictures of the half-buried cock she needed anyway, and now
it was time for her to join in fully, to joyfully play with
them at the peak of the afternoon. She slid under Asher
again, taking a pillow with her. Placing it under her head,
she could reach up and lick Julia's clitoris from below as
Asher slowly fucked her from behind. They rode the intense
pleasure together, enveloped in the decadence of the languid
afternoon. Asher's cock detected the contractions of Julia's
orgasm - she could not take the clitoral stimulation and the
deep penetration for very long. As she shuddered toward her
climax, Asher's cock flushed with the beginnings of his own,
and with one free hand he grasped Challys' breast, fondling
Julia's buttocks with the other. As his penis emerged from
Julia, Challys would lick the wet shaft with her tongue
before it disappeared into the open slit again, and she
would redirect her attention to Julia's clitoris and lips,
slurping away at the joined organs in a dance of pleasure,
at the sane time fingering her own vagina. Julia brushed her
hands aside, and dipped her tongue into Challys. Julia
tasted her, savoring as Challys devoured her from below, and
all the time Asher's hardness was sliding into her from
behind, plumbing Julia's depths as Challys pleasured her wet
folds.

Finally, Julia cried out again. "God, I'm - I'm - oh,
oh... sweet God!"  and she sweated and bucked in her fourth
orgasm. The violent contractions of Julia's pulsing vagina
seemed to suck Asher into her, and he erupted in a volcanic
climax that sent gushing jets of what seemed to be his very
soul roiling into Julia's pussy. His cock fell out, dropping
into Challys' mouth as residual semen continued to spurt
from him. Challys drank her fill, then lifted his penis with
her tongue to guide it back into Julia. Challys bucked her
hips up into Julia's face wildly, and her own orgasm joined
theirs as she whimpered her pleasure. Their ragged breathing
subsided into murmurs of affection, light kisses, then
stillness.

Asher was the first to move. He stood, a bit unsteadily, and
took in the beauty of the resting forms of the two women. So
beautiful, he thought to himself as they lay together. He
leaned down and kissed their feet, enjoying the softness of
their soles and toes, kissing insteps, then knees, hands,
breasts, and finally, their sweet mouths. They smiled at him
as he lay down between them, and they snuggled against him
affectionately. In those languid, loving minutes, the three
of them drifted off to exhausted sleep.

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"Asher?"

"Challys? Oh, hi. Good to hear from you. You have a crappy
cell phone though - you're cutting in and out."

"I'm on the freeway, and there's a lot of underpasses.
Listen, the shots were a success. I just had to tell you."

"Really? How do you know?'

"Website hits are up forty percent, everyone wants to join
the group, a lot of people want a book of erotic photography
featuring Julia and you, and Julia herself says she'd follow
you anywhere. Would you call that successful?"

He smiled to himself. "Well, I guess that beats being an
accountant, now doesn't it?"

"Asher, I have a proposal."

"I'm listening."

"You move in here, join this group, do some photography of
your own - you're every bit as good as I am - and let Julia
have the pleasure of your company. Come in from the cold,
learn our secrets, enjoy the pleasurable life, and get to
know the Sensualist movement. With the coming influx, I need
help running the retreat, planning seminars, and teaching
gourmet sexuality. What do you say?"

"Let me think about it."

"Asher, you won't have to go to Pakistan or Northern Ireland
any more to make a  buck. Isn't it time to stop risking your
neck twice a month?"

"Like I said, let me think about it."

"At least it wasn't a flat 'no.'"

Two days later he was packed. He moved to the retreat the
following week. There are times one has to make sudden,
almost quixotically impulsive changes, and he had made his.
The suffering and violence that was Asher Gray's bread and
butter had drifted into his past.

He was home.


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